A Simple Cum

I stretch under my duvet and slowly allow myself to rise from the depths of sleep into the warmth of the day. I feel my muscles as they move and become aware of my body slowly. 

I roll onto my back and run my hands lightly over the t shirt I slept in. My tummy is flat, toned, and has just the gentlest of swells. A little higher and my ribs are palpable and then my small, firm breasts. They tingle as they usually do first thing in the morning. My nipples are quick to react to my touch, becoming firm and erect and adding their own unique sensations to my building arousal

I become aware of my vagina. It's not that I’m horny as such, more that it’s letting me know it has the capacity to become horny. How does it do this? By gently stretching inside. I know that sounds strange, but that’s what I feel like....it’s as if my vagina is widening, lengthening, becoming ready to receive a penis. And with that comes the wetness. With me, it’s always the same. No gentle oozing for me...it starts as a mini gush into the cotton of my undies. It is only then that my clit starts to pulse and tingle. All this, before I have even touched it. 

But touch it I must, at first, I run a couple of fingers over my undies and between my legs. I press the material against me and then bring my fingers to my nose. I inhale, taking my scent in. The scent isn’t fresh, after all, I wore these undies all day yesterday and have slept in them, nonetheless, they are uniquely me, feminine, sexual. There is a tang of sweat, and underlying it all, a hint of pee. I slip my hand back down, this time under my waistband and over the smooth, hairless mound. It's as if my lips part of their own volition, exposing my clit. I circle her a few times, spreading my legs as I do so. Sometimes, I need my legs clamped tightly together, but not today. Today I spread wide, bringing my feet up and flopping my knees outward so that the soles of my feet touch. 

Back to my clit....I circle her, rub her, tease her before gently, and slowly sliding two fingers deep into my hole. They slide in easily. I am so very wet now. Using my left hand, I hold the waistband up and remove my right hand. I look at the now glistening fingers, and when I part them, I see the strands of wetness between them. Again, I smell myself. This is pure, fresh me. Soft, flowery musky scent, and I suck my fingers, tasting myself. It makes my hole seem to jump. I slide my hand back down and bury the two fingers back into their dark, warm, moist cavern, the heel of my hand rests on my clit and I apply pressure. Inside, I curl my fingers so they press my g-spot. I haven’t been to the toilet yet, so the sexual pleasure is enhanced by the urgency of needing to pee.

My left hand reaches up to lift my t shirt clear of my breasts. I want them exposed. But then, I moved my left hand again, this time, I place the knuckle of my thumb into my mouth and bite it gently. 

Between my legs, I have a steady, insistent fucking going on. I’m rotating my hips as my pleasure builds. I am aware of how my fingers feel deep in my vagina, but also of how my vagina feels on my fingers. And then I become aware of something else. Oh, it’s been there all the time of course, but now it comes to prominence...it’s the feeling of the crotch of my undies against the back of my hand. Wet. Sticky....and yes, the word is dirty. A thought stabs through my mind. “Dirty, wet, smelly undies.” 

My bum lifts off the bed as I cum. Wave after wave flows through me and I feel the strong contractions around my fingers. I’m biting my thumb hard now, hard enough to draw blood. Down below, I allow the fourth finger of my right hand to press against, and then inside my bum hole which is slick with my wetness. The duvet slid to the floor long ago, and I catch sight of myself in the mirror, legs splayed, undies moving as my hand moves, and my tits exposed. I look like a slut.

The orgasm lasts for a long time before rolling off into the distance like thunder on a hot summer’s day. 

I lay there in the afterglow, wet, warm, oozing yet more into my panties. I realise, as I have realised before, that I am ready for another cock now. Oh, I like girls, that’s inarguable, but the thought of being fucked....screwed.....laid, sends my hand back between my legs. I pull my sodden panties aside, and close my eyes.