Hi, this is just a one-shot. I hope it's an entertaining scene/scenario, although it's probably totally unrealistic. But that's the beauty of fantasy... enjoy, and please rate and review, I love all the feedback I get, good or bad!
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It was the worst during the warm nights. I had stopped wearing shorts all together; I needed the quick access that came with a skirt. I tried going without any panties for a few days, but that only made things worse. It was as if my mind would recess, the only feelings left were my aching throbs between my thighs, and my wild, lustful imagination. I guess that was a plus, I had a vivid and dirty enough mind to imagine new sexual scenarios every time my urge overcame me. And it was becoming at least four times a day.
And this evening was no different. 5 minutes ago, I rushed away from the dinner table, leaving my 5 other family members confused, as I dashed off without a word. Now I was on my back, on my carpeted floor. I didn't even make it to the bed. Both my hands were between my legs, petting and softly fingering my dripping pussy. Moments later, it wasn't enough, and I dug under the bed for my pink vibrator, who had been getting a lot of action lately. A little too hastily, I pressed it deep inside my wet opening. I gasped silently, my entire core being shaken by the small plastic toy's vibrations.
Yes, it was coming, I knew the feeling so well. My jaw hung slack, and my eyes started to roll back. I stuck two wet fingers in my mouth, sucked on them, and seconds later, I clapped my hand over my mouth, suppressing the long, guttural moan that came out of me. I convulsed, and came hard, wave after wave of pleasure racking my body. Yes, oh god yes, this release was fantastic. The relief I feel after is almost as good as the orgasm itself.
And then the shame. Again, for the umpteenth time, I had been hopelessly turned on, for no apparent reason, and I fulfilled my carnal desires without a moment's hesitation. My mother's voice rang from down the hall.
"Jen, are you ok honey?"
Good lord, I don't know how everyone, even my younger sister, couldn't put together what had been going on with me. I needed my own place, to save their embarrassment as well as my own.
Ok, backing up a little: I'm Jenny, I'm 19, a freshman in college, but I still live with my parents. My oldest brother, Eric, is married, got a good job, and he seems to be pretty happy. Joseph, two years older than me, lives at home too, but works for the railroad, and he's home for a day, and gone for two. Patricia is my younger sister; she's 16, still in high school. I'm really jealous of my siblings' looks, both my brothers are pretty studly, and tall. Patricia already has a better chest than me, and between her cheerleading and volleyball, she's probably got the whole school swooning.
I won't sell myself short, I think I'm rather pretty, with long, straight brown hair. I've never been athletic, but I have a very thin build. Not much of a chest or butt to speak of, but I try not to be too self-conscious about it all. I've only had one serious boyfriend and one summer fling after that. I have almost no boy experience, yet I crave sex every day. It's a problem.
My mom gave two courtesy knocks, before opening the door herself. Quickly, I kicked the door back (I hope I didn't hurt her!), and tossed my vibrator into a pile of laundry.
"Jen, what's going on? Are you ok?" my mom sounded panicked.
"Uh, yea, sorry, I'm just changing, my clothes were just really uncomfortable," I lied.
Jeez, could that woman ever just knock? So I had to change now, although I'd perspired quite a bit, and I couldn't very well join my family again smelling like I'd got my rocks off.
I really felt out of control. Since about 2 months ago, I've had no willpower to suppress my lustful urges that come over me. I feel like something's wrong with my brain, I've never heard of anyone needing it this bad. Well, I've never really talked with anyone about it either, but how do you approach someone about it? Do I tell my doctor I have to cum every few hours, just to say sane? Do I get a boyfriend that likes it as much as I do? Should I get more than one boyfriend? Am I supposed to become a pornstar?
I laughed to myself, all those options were ridiculous. Well, maybe not the one boyfriend. But I get so shy... how do I find a nice, charming, caring guy that will also fuck my brains out, and can be on call to do so? I remembered back to Joey, who I dated in high school. We were steady for a little over a year, and I didn't lose my virginity until the winter dance. He was never pushy, which was nice, and we screwed every once in a while. Then we graduated, and he moved away. I was sad, but knew I needed to expand my world.
Then there was Jayden. He and I never really talked in school. He was a little bit of a bad boy, but he really worked on his body the last year. I was shocked when the pasty little kid I first met had turned into a manly hunk with unruly hair. I smiled to myself thinking about it. We had been at a big grad party, bonfire, and he sat next to me. After a couple minutes, we were finally forced to talk. We talked about nothing, he casually asked me if I was 18 yet, (yes!) and I have no idea why he took his shirt off, but the effect was not lost on me. He read me well, and without another word, he stood up, offered his hand to me. We were inside, and as soon as we were out of sight, his lips were on mine, roughly mashing and pressing against my lips. It didn't take long for me to open up and let his tongue in, and 2 minutes later, I was locking my legs around him, as he struggled to carry me and find a bed upstairs.
He was a much more powerful, rough lover than I what had with Joey. It was weird though, when we finished, he just rolled off, started putting his jeans on. I had to find him an hour later. No words, just my number, and a winky face. I was glad when he called the next night, and we hooked up a lot, and it was great, it was hot. And then one day, he sent a simple text, that read, "thx for all the fun, I'm gonna move on tho." Well that was over as quick as it began.
I wasn't too bent out of shape about it. He wasn't boyfriend material, but what I didn't realize was the uncontrollable urge he released in me. I was happy to be singe for a couple weeks. Then I was unhappy. Then, I started to really discover how much I could stimulate myself; it seemed that my hands were under my panties every night, a ritual before bed. And then, that wasn't enough, so I donned a hat, sunglasses, and drove an hour to a sex shop. I bought my first toy quickly, paid cash, and left with my head down. I could barely contain myself, and I thought about opening up the dildo and burying it inside me for the long drive back home.
Three weeks later, I was back at the same sex shop, and thankfully no one recognized me. I took my time this time; I went through all the toys, all the props. A short time later, I was out of there with another, textured dildo, and my trusty pink vibrator. I hadn't talked to anyone about it, but I figured that some other girls must have indulged the same purchases that I did.
