feel free to comment...I look forward most to see if anyone actually read my story and if it made them cum.
I've contributed a few stories and techniques in the past couple years. I only have the access to the internet when I go to friends or to my parents (where I am now), so I only get to cum to this site once in a while. It just so happens my parents are gone to Mexico for the week, and I'm the assigned house sitter.
Sitting on the black leather chair in my boxers and a black tshirt (black bra and white thong), I find myself reading most of the male stories. For as long as I can remember I've wanted a penis. The thought that it gets hard when aroused, and spurts when pleased intrigues the hell out of me.
I'd like to state that I'm a virgin, still at 20. Most people are surprised, when they learn how unbelievably horny I really am. I haven't had intercourse, but I've done almost everything else, to satisfy my intense hunger. I'm also bi, which makes sense for my wanting a penis. I'd love to wank myself off into some beautiful woman's face, spilling my warm cum all over her. *sighs* if only.
Well, on this wonderful day, as I mentioned before, sitting in this black leather chair, my pussy begins to pulsate as I read. I imagine myself in the stories I like most...imagine my hand around my hard as rock cock...panting and sweating for release.
As my imagination is very vivid, I reach down into my boxers and play with my clit through my white thong. I do this for a bit, leaning back in my chair. I click on more stories, getting even hornier, if possible. My hand isn't enough..
I try a long necked bottle of soda I'm drinking...I rub it all around my clit, up and down, upside down. It feels good, but not what I want!!
I run downstairs and rummage around the house for anything...anything that will please my aching cunt. I try out a few various kitchen appliances, none making par. I run to the very basement, and find a certain bar tool. It's used to pour liquors into glasses to make it layered, like a very flat spoon. It's handle is ribbed.
I run upstairs with a smile on my face. I run it under hot water and sit back on my black leather chair, bare-assed. I spread my legs and rub the bar tool up and down my slithering wet slit. God it feels so good... my eyes keep reading, my pussy keeps pulsing, and my arm keeps pumping.
I imagine my own hard cock; jacking it off, tilting my head back and moaning. Its cumming closer...Mmm Fuck yes....I read my favourite words of the story in front of me over and over as I'm pushed over the edge...
My body starts quivering, my cunny along with it. My breath catches, opposed to my usual screaming. I tense up, my 'cum' spraying a random girl in my mind...YES!
I finally loosen up....breathless. That was good. I take a drink of my soda. I smell the bar tool, loving the smell of fresh pussy cum. I'll wash it off...maybe!