I was spending time at the home of one of my closest friends when this happened. It was several years ago now and he was still living with his parents. I can't remember exactly what we were doing but, knowing us, we were probably watching anime. It's possible that we had a few beers or glasses of wine as well, but I couldn't say now for sure.

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What I do remember is asking him if I could use his shower, which was across from his bedroom as well as his living room- where his parents spent most of their time watching TV. They were in the living room that day, as well, and I probably waved to them as I slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. The reason I speculate that I may have been drinking is because I remember being incredibly aroused for whatever reason, and I was using the shower as an excuse to step away and get myself off. As I turned on the water, I looked around for something - anything - I could use as I knew my hands wouldn't be enough.

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I have thing, a kink I guess, for being fucked with objects that aren't supposed to go inside of me. The more I looked for something to get myself off with, the wetter I was getting at the thought, until finally my eyes landed on the bathroom plunger. It was something I had always wanted to try before, but I never had. Our plunger at home had a wooden handle, but theirs was more of a rough plastic. I pulled the piece that switched the water flow to release it from the shower head, wet a little bit of toilet paper, and quickly wiped down the plunger handle, throwing it away before rushing to slip my clothes off.

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I didn't have to be completely naked, but I was. I covered my mouth with one hand as I rubbed the tip of the handle back and forth between my legs to tease myself, worried that, even with the water running, his parents would hear me moan. In fact, my mind was on them finding out the entire time, even as I stood the plunger straight and lowered myself down onto it.

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I started slowly at first, taking as much of the handle as I could, gasping against my own hand as it filled me up. I slowly lifted myself from it, then bent my knees as I came back down, the rough texture of the plastic brushing against my inner walls. I was breathing heavy as I picked up speed, biting down on my hand as I moved faster. I had to be careful, careful not to topple over, careful not to thrust down to hard and accidentally hurt myself, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't hit me hard a few times. I'm sure I moaned and I'm sure I yelped but I rode that thing entirely too long, leaving my legs aching and my body shaky when I finally stepped away and into the shower to finish myself off.

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If they heard me, they never said I word. I do know my friend's dad used to watch us from the window when my friends and I would skinny dip in their backyard pool at night. I never told my friend what I did or why I really went into the bathroom in the first place.