Just a Lovely Cum

Miss Brain definitely controls my sex life, and I’m happy for her to do so. She knows before I do when I’m going to masturbate, how and with whom. She knows if I want to be watched and she knows if I want to be ‘virginal’ about it or be a whore. I just leave it to her. 

Sunday was…well, Sunday. Nothing special was happening and I was simply mooching around at home. I wasn’t feeling horny, or rather not especially horny. I mean, I could get horny if I wanted to, but at that precise moment I wasn’t really thinking about sex. 

It was then that Miss Brain started dropping a single thought into my consciousness. “Cum in your panties”. It was repetitive over the course of about an hour or so, and I simply couldn’t ignore it. Every time those four words struck me they seemed to do so with greater force than before. The thing is, I wasn’t getting aroused. 

Ah, but then, I started to remember times past when I have cum in my panties. I started doing this in high school and it felt at the time the most erotic thing in the world. I could make myself cum in class in a number of ways, but they all ended the same way, with a lovely orgasm, and me walking home soaked between my legs. It seems cumming in restricted circumstances always makes me squirt.

I remembered one particular occasion where I had put a pencil eraser in my undies so it rubs against my clit. Fuck me, but that little piece of rubber made me cum…I came so fucking hard, and for so long, or so it felt at the time. 

I left the lounge and wandered up to my room. Once there I found a pencil eraser and tugged the front of my panties down. Yes, they were wetter than I had thought they were which helped, so I placed that block of rubber just so and walked back to the lounge, slumped down in my chair and Carried on watching the movie with my family. I couldn’t really cross one leg over the other and bounce a foot, but I found that if I tucked my feet under my bum and sat side saddle, the pressure on my clit was just right, and with a little thigh flexing, it made it better still. 

I got into a lovely rhythm, and then, on the screen, two characters started kissing. It was that scene in Harry Potter where he kisses Cho Chang in the room of requirement. As they kissed, Miss Brain dropped a few questions and suggestions at me. “I wonder how wet she is getting. Maybe both actors had to go for a cum after they filmed this. Maybe they did it together…..” and so on. This was followed by a series of images of Cho pulling her panties down and looking at the mess in the crotch. 

But it was the image of Daniel Radcliffe that did it for me. Standing in a lavatory cubicle, cock rampant and hard and him spurting. I came softly into my panties. Softly, quietly, but internally incredibly violently. I felt myself soak my panties and the warm wetness spread both front and back. For a moment I wondered if I had wet myself at the same time. It was one of the strongest cums I’ve had of late, and no one in my family knew! I had cum right in front of them, watching some crappy Harry Potter movie. I’d cum into my panties like I used to do…

….and I loved every second of it.