Hello, Body

Hello. My name is Emma. I'm 18 years old and I have an experience that I want to share with you. My parents have left to go to my grandmother for the weekend. It doesn't happen often that I get to enjoy spending time alone at home, but right now I'm in one of those rare situations where I actually have the whole place entirely to myself for two whole days. Pretty much as soon as they leave the driveway, I strip naked in the bathroom. There's a lovely whole-body mirror in there so I can see and admire my entire body in the soft, warm-white light of the spotlights mounted on the ceiling. I close my eyes and let my hands roam over my own body. God, I love touching myself so much. I've always liked my body and been very comfortable with it. I love to look at it and touch it. My thighs are thick, yes, but they're not fat. I massage my thighs with my hands, and slowly start to move back toward my ass, keeping the motion going. My ass is thick too, I guess you could say. It is big. I think it looks juicy and womanly. I love my ass. I jiggle my asscheeks playfully with my hands and enjoy the way it feels. Many girls would kill to have a nice juicy ass like mine. Many guys would kill just to rub their cocks against it, feeling the warm softness pressing against their hard, needy erections. I smile at the thought. I open my eyes again, a sly smile still playing at the corners of my mouth. I look at my breasts. They're wonderful. I'm a nice D cup. I've had big breasts for years now, and I was actually the first girl in my class to develop noticeable breasts. I pinch one of my nipples between my thumb and index finger. It hardens instantly. I do the same thing to my other nipple. I love the way they look when they're hard. I'm not sure what's wrong with me lately. I've been constantly horny. Massaging my clit and fingerfucking myself or toying my pussy is something I do every day now. I never used to be like this before. I haven't had a lot of sex yet. By "sex" I mean actually getting fucked by a guy. I've done some of that, sure, but not a lot. But I do have a lot of handjob and blowjob experience. I don't think there's a single spot on my body that hasn't been sprayed with hot cum from a twitching, ejaculating cock. I let that thought swirl around inside my head as I run my hand over the bald coinslot between my thighs. I shiver. Right about now, I would definitely love to be filled up by a hard cock. "Fuck me," I whisper, pinching my outer pussylips lightly. "Do it." My voice a bit louder now, sounding sharp as it bounces off the hard surfaces in the bathroom. "Fuck my pussy until I see stars." It feels awkward to say these things and I blush, but I can feel that I am getting more worked up. I step into the bathtub. It's about half filled with water by now. I squat down until I feel the warm water touch my asscheeks and pussylips. It tickles, and I let out a quiet delighted squeal. I love how sensitive I am. I move my hips, splashing the water around. I squat down a bit deeper, causing my labia to open up, allowing the water to reach my most sensitive part. The little button of joy, my clit. How something that tiny can make me feel that good is a wonderful mystery. I close my eyes and lick at my lips. I stand up straight again and then sit down on the edge of the tub, parting my legs and leaning forward so I can see. I carefully press the pad of my right index finger against the little clit button. It feels amazing and so intense. I tap it and rub it in a small circular motion. I don't know for how long. But this won't do. This isn't enough for me today. My eyes dart around the shelves in the room. I need something I can drive into myself. Could I find something suitable in here? Hairspray. There. But it's big. Is it too big? That's a big can. The length isn't really the problem, but it is very thick. I grab it and weigh it in my hand, wrapping my fingers around it. I can just about reach all the way around it. Is it too big? I spread my legs as far apart as I can, setting the hairspray down beside me. I spread my pussylips with my left hand, lick the fingers on my right hand and slowly insert one. Then another. How can this feel so good? I angle my two fingers upward, like I'm trying to tickle my own bellybutton from the inside. I find that one spot that feels so good and I paw at it as hard as I can, driving my fingers inside me as far as I can. I add a third finger. It's hard to reach and it feels a bit clumsy. But my hungry pussy responds delightfully even though the awkward angle hurts my wrist a little bit. No. Want more. Need more. I grab the can of hairspray, wiping my fingers on it, spreading the slippery juices over it as lubrication. I'm going to need all the help I can get with this one. The tip of the can pushes my outer lips to the side, pressing at the opening to my vagina. I help with my other hand and lift my hips a little bit. Need it to be more slippery. I lean my head forward and spit between my legs. Once. Twice. Three times. I'm not thinking about what I'm doing and suddenly I feel self-conscious, before I remember that nobody can see me here. My only audience is ticking on the wall. I push the can deeper inside me and the feeling of being filled so completely is almost overwhelming. As I push it farther and farther into my pussy, images of my best friend Jenny's brother pops up inside my head. I picture him in front of me, grunting as he works his hard hairspray-cock inside me. My tongue darts out of my mouth as I imagine us kissing. The can is halfway inside me now. I feel shameless. I move the can rhythmically in and out. Halfway is indeed as far as it will go. It doesn't matter much, because in my head, Jenny's brother is clawing at my thighs and breasts in ecstacy as he is fucking me with his thick cock. It doesn't take long. The muscles inside my pussy begin to hug the can, closing tightly around it, clenching, letting go, clenching, letting go. It feels hypnotizing. The orgasm comes with violent force, washes over me and I whimper helplessly at its power. Being so filled up to the limit by this magnificent can-cock makes the orgasm different. I feel the contractions more clearly than I usually do, every push and tug bringing a warm wave of pleasure all over my body. After it's over, I slip soundlessly into the tub, my legs feel like spaghetti and the hot, pulsating feeling between my legs doesn't dissipate for a long time. Soaking in the water I run my hands over my breasts and smile to myself. I lay there for over an hour. As I dry myself off I run a hand between my legs and I feel that familiar tingle. I exit the bathroom, go into the kitchen and grab a bottle of coconut oil from the counter. When I come into my room, I put my phone in airplane mode and drop my towel to the floor. Bye, outside world. Hello, body.