Sensitive Or Not?

Wow, you guys loved my first story a lot! I got so wet reading all your comments. I love to read about other people getting off and glad I could help some of you have an extra good session ;)

When I first started masturbating, my pussy was soo sensitive. I started with humping because the orgasm (which I didn’t know what it was) was good but not too intense. If I had gone straight for playing with my clit or hole I’d certainly have scared myself away from it. I humped almost everything in my room at one point; one time using the corner of a low shelf, I ground my clit on it just a tiny bit so as not to hurt myself, but the tiny bit of contact felt so good I started drooling slick onto the floor like sap from a tree. After that I began to give my clit more attention. I’d slip into the bathroom every day, sometimes twice a day, just to rub one out on the toilet and watch my pussy drip. 

I got used to dripping, streaming, gushing, and eventually squirting, as I touched my little clit more and more. I grew to love that feeling (obviously) of my fat cunt getting wet by my own ministrations. Semi-recently I soaked through a comforter so badly I had to throw it out! 

I can recall a one-off time I was fingering myself in the house’s main room, because I was blessedly alone. It felt so dirty and wrong to be fucking myself outside of the bathroom or my room, but for some reason it just got me going even more. I rammed in and out of my fuckhole with two fingers until I sprayed clear wet liquid all over myself. That was a good session. 

I often think about my old sessions to get off now, if I’m not finding any erotic stories that hit right. I like to think about how clueless I was with this stuff, but how I chased that pleasure anyway. One night I spent hours rubbing nine terribly wet and messy orgasms out of myself. After two or three orgasms without even touching my hole, it makes me salivate to dip a finger in and feel just how hot and swollen I’ve become down there. Perfect for a cock to slip in with me hardly feeling it until it’s churning my guts so hard I can’t think. 

I’m getting off track. I’m trying to finish this story without touching myself but it’s hard so I’m humping the bed instead. 

After years and years of touching myself, sometimes violently, my pussy needs different things now than it used to. Or, its capabilities have changed. Sometimes it almost feels numb like I’m rubbing it hard, then slow, up and down or in spirals, and I can hardly feel it… but that just reminds me of how well I’ve loved my pussy and that gets me going. So its like I can’t feel it, but something in me is hungry just for the act of touching myself. I don’t even really have to be getting off to get off, it’s a marvel. 

But then other times, like last night, I’ll return home after a three-day trip where it was impossible to get alone time, and it feels like I’m touching myself for the very first time!!! It’s best if I don’t think about masturbating my poor, greedy pussy for a few days, and then remember all at once that I can touch myself as hard or soft as I want, when I want (mostly! haha). 

Ok I can’t do this much longer I have to cum. It always feels so good. Maybe I’ll do one orgasm in the bed and another in the shower. I wish I could just snap my fingers and cum, how convenient. But oh, I’d miss how it feels to pleasure myself with my own two hands. Rubbing up and down my body to pinch my nipples and caress in between my thighs until it eventually becomes to important and I have to fuck my pussy desperately until I have a mind-numbing orgasm. Ok yeah, I need to go cum properly. I’m just fucking the bed right now and it feels good but I need.. I need it I need to cum ok byeee~