I believe that love should transcend age, race, gender, sexuality, colour or beliefs, we are one planet and one people.
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Emily woke up from a deep sleep and rolled over in the bed to put her arm around her lover and wake him up. She had been dreaming of kissing his muscular chest as he ran his finger through her short hair. She was horny, no actually she was rampant. And she was alone...
For a few days each month between her periods she did not just want sex - she craved it shamelessly.
Since Chris had dumped her after getting her used to regular fucking she would have one long weekend each month where she would pester her friends to go nightclubbing night after night. She would come on to the first guy that showed serious interest in her whether they were eighteen or in their forties. If they wanted her she would give them everything, everything that is except her correct phone number. She would use them up and throw them away, partly in revenge for the way she had been treated by her lover Chris.
Chris had left her after six months of passion, declaring his unrequited love for her daily. Buying her flowers and chocolates, phoning her every day and texting her constantly. It was true love and she was very comfortable being with him, he could satisfy her horny pussy almost every night. Every night that is until she found out that he was fucking Kelly. Emily confronted him and he started to cry like a bloody useless idiot. He seemed more concerned that she had caught him and kept denying it. But Emily's friends had seen them together and photographed them when he was supposed to be playing football away. But the bastard was playing pussy away and cheating on Emily with Kelly. Kelly was the girl who used to be the school darling. The dreaded busty cheerleading blonde Kelly, the object of every boy in the school's nocturnal fantasies and stain on bedsheets.
Damn her good looks and outgoing personality, she thought. For a girl who was timid and tomboyish, Emily had a hell of a sex drive, thanks to Chris, the bastard! He had made her cum repeatedly and he could fuck her multiple times with not much recovery time. Sadly most of the other men she got into bed could not satisfy her that way and left her wanting more. So for those few days one weekend a month she would do her damnedest to get laid Friday, Saturday and Sunday, mostly with a different guy each night, much to the horror of her friends who said she was beginning to get a reputation. She did it for spite at first, but she realised she was getting addicted to the thrill of bedding different guys, knowing that they wanted to fuck her and make her feel good. Why, oh why was it OK for men to play around but women got called names like slut, slag, tramp when they did it?
Emily blearily eyed the alarm clock, it was only 6:30am, cool! She had time to have some fun on her own. She reached down to her panties, which was all she wore to bed in the summer months, and explored that cute little pubic mound and the delicious warm slit hiding within. As usual her dreams had let her seeping warm silky juices into her knickers. Her other hand went to her small breasts. She hated them and yet she loved them. She hated them because she barely filled an 32A bra, they where pointy and slightly different sizes, with quite large pink areolas, around two inches across. Or was it just because her little tits where so small, her nipples stuck out as if they where a pointy cone on top of her breast. She hated them because she did not get wolf-whistles like Kelly, she hated them because she had almost no figure and looked like a boy from the front or back. She loved them because her true loves always told her the size did not make the difference. She loved that she could go bra-less and get lots of attention from her nipples through her top, or lean over and treat them to a peek. They were so sensitive, just a quick caress could make her so wet between her legs, a talented touch and squeeze and massage could excite her until she ejaculated in her panties. She loved that, but she felt guilty for doing that dirty thing, but it was never too long before she would do it again.
How could she be dirty but sexy, how could she be a lover and a slut? So why the fuck did Chris want that busty slag? She imagined herself looking down on at herself from above, she had short Red hair cut in a lob-sided mini-bob with a streak of Purple to one side and shaved close on the other, her eyes where pale blue, her nose that everyone told her was cute and she had freckles which divided opinion but made her look younger, she had a little mole or beauty spot too, right on her cheek, everyone liked that!
The trouble was that she was twenty four and still looked like a pixie schoolgirl. This was great with older guys, who seemed to treat her nicer both in and out of bed, at least that is until she found out that they were either married or had girlfriends. The lying bastards! Her skin was pale, she didn't dare try to tan much as several times she had burned enough to tan. Then a few days later it would all start to peel off leaving her looking like a patchy albino. She jogged and swum a lot leaving her tummy nice and flat, her legs skinny with a nice gap in between them. This exposed her pussy, which was a ginger triangle but shaved around her vagina. She wanted to shave the lot but Chris had begged her to leave some ginger pussy hair.
With her eyes closed she kicked the duvet off and caressing her nipples and pussy, her hand went inside her panties as if she was being coy. She was soaking wet and her labia pouting, they stuck out almost an inch, two delicious thin wrinkly lips with her prepuce, the fold of skin that held her clitty over an inch long, it looked like a little cock and she loved it sucked on. Her clitty was so sensitive that she could barely pull the long hood back and touch it until she was almost ready to cum. She ached to be able to lick herself, but she wasn't that limber. She pinched the long hood between her fingers, pulling it back and fro like, her thighs squirming as the waves of electricity ran through her nervous system. She tore her panties off and spread her legs wide open shamelessly.
Emily urgently slid two fingers inside her eager cunt squeezing them hard between her legs, Then withdrew her fingers and licked them. She loved to taste her juices, she often wondered what it would be like to have another girl touching her, all soft and scented and juicy. She reached into her bedside drawer and pulled out her 'little friend', her vibrator which was an eight inch purple one, made of soft latex it felt quite realistic and very good to her, after all it didn't cheat on her or generally be an arsehole to her. To be fair she did like it in her arsehole too sometimes, but it was hard to get her body in a position where she could fuck her arse deeply. She slid her panties off after looking how much juice she had leaked into them. And ran the vibrator over her nipples on its lowest setting spreading her pussy juices on them, her little pale nipples grew quickly to almost twice their size, sticking up almost as if to ridicule the mounds they sat on. "Look at me I'm here and I'm so big and I can make your areolas all puffy! "If only her tits would grow like that she wished. She pushed two fingers into her cunt, she loved that word, so powerful, so forbidden.
'Fingering my cunt', she said to herself, 'fingering my fucking horny wet cunt!'
She loved that word, CUNT! It represented the power and forbidden act of sex, how filthy she secretly desired to be for the right lover. God it felt good and she really needed to cum, she slid the vibrator over her cute little pubic mound and writhed in the bed, her hips teasing the vibrator closer to her clit which was now stuck out like a little button poking out of its hood. She found the spot and rubbed that rubber cocks head over her clitty and labia, gasping and working her thighs like a porn star.