Do It Yourself
She woke up thirty minutes before the alarm went off. She contemplated getting up and going to work early, but in the end dismissed the opportunity. Instead, she lay on her belly and hugged the pillow. One hand sneaked underneath her body and inspected one breast, then the other. She was quite fond of her breasts. She hugged the pillow again and pretended to kiss it, acting upon the fantasy that another wet, soft mouth was massaging her tongue and lips with its tongue and lips. Her thighs moved forward into the mattress, and then back, then forward, and then back, her whole body rocked in harmony with her thighs, her breasts rubbed against the pillow, and her nipples became hard and happy from all the rubbing. She imagined a dick sliding in and out of her pussy, asking her pussy to widen when it was so tight and constricted around the hard dick head. As a result blood flowed in an emergency towards the pussy to make it pulsating and red instead of the obedient pink.
She shifted positions and lay on her back. Her legs spread themselves and gave her access to everything that was down there. Conveniently, she was wet already. At first she touched her clitoris only. Then she put a finger in her anus, and a short while later two more fingers entered her pussy. Orgasms followed. The first one was a relief. The second one was pretty damn good. Her pussy was very sensitive now, the inside responding to every little scratch her fingers gave her. The images of one, two, or three guys fucking a girl floated around her mind, their dicks getting as deep as they could in her holes, their sperm sticking to her skin or lazily flowing out of her anus. Everything was crazy, shaking, ready to burst, craving a huge explosion followed by a black out. But the third orgasm was weird. It was good but not exactly right. She rarely went over three orgasms, but this time she wanted more. Also, it would be silly to let this overwhelming wetness go to waste. Because everything was wet now—her pussy, but also her clitoris, her anus, her hands, even the sides of her legs. She went on rubbing. The images were a little fleeting now. All of her pussy was still very responsive but desensitized. She felt herself about to come a few times but couldn’t. In the end she did, but it almost didn’t feel like an orgasm. Her chest sank back inside her. But she wouldn’t let it end with this disappointment, so she kept on laboring. Her left hand, with two fingers in her pussy and one in her anus, hurt now, so she had to take breaks. She had so many images in her mind that turned her on, but her whole body was simply exhausted. Wetness covered her pussy and its surrounding, and sweat was coming out in little drops everywhere else. She was a little scared of what she had done to herself, but she wanted that final orgasm. In that sea of wetness, her hands labored, searched, and found those most sensitive spots that screamed with pleasure and anxiety once touched. They all required a release. Her body about to give out, she touched and touched and imagined guys fucking a girl in all possible ways until they all reached a dirty, perverted, heavenly blindness. She reached it too together with all of them. Now utter exhaustion entered her. When she opened her eyes to realize she could see again, she saw her body twisted, wet, sweaty, her hands voraciously trying to dig out something at its very core.
She took a shower, and her mouth gaped in a kind of smile. In the end, she was fifteen minutes late for work.
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