(I know this starts out with masterbation but it's headed into authorian and bondage. Would you stick in either of those files for me. Thanks)
It's been a while since I've written anything, but here's the start of my newest story. This is oly chapter one, just a taste, enough to make you hungry for more.
I' rich. Honest simple terms. My dad is one of the wealthiest men in America. I'm his only daughter, his only child and he adores me. It's just the two of us, my mom died when I was nine..
I'm not a party girl. I'm in college. I don't sleep around, no drugs or drunken adventures. Just a simple girl who is very, very rich.
I've know since high school that boys don't interest me. I like them as friends. I even find some of them handsome. Just like boys teen girls devour magazines of naked men oohing and aaahing over their muscles and what's between their legs. I'd look at the pictures and see nothing I wanted to touch or have touch me. Honestly the sight of a naked man with his hard penis pointed at me makes me want to run away or laugh. I guess that decides it, I'm not into guys.
I did find by accident that the sight of a woman's body melts my insides. Deep desires that smolder inside me flame into a burning need. I found a playboy magazine in the office of my English teacher. I was supposed to meet with him about an assignment due in class. He was late. Bored, I began browsing through the books in his bookcase. I noticed a magazine peaking out from behind several books. I pulled it free and couldn't believe my eyes. Before I knew it, I was turning the pages. I wasn't reading it for the articles I was memorizing the shapes and curves of each beautiful woman. My teacher never showed up but I took his magazine with me when I left.
That night in my room I drank in the beauty of each pictured woman. A need to touch each beautiful breast, to taste each swollen nipple sent spasms clenching through my stomach. The hunger was so strong I pressed my lips to pictures and imagined the warm hard nipple pressed back against my lips.
My mouth watered at the sumptuousness of pink silken lips glistening with dew. Drops of dew an invitation to explore the treasure buried inside the glistening entrance. Pink nubs swollen wet and glistening thrust proud and aching past parted lips.
My mouth wasn't the only thing watering. Like a tidal wave moisture gushed through my pussy. I could feel it soaking my panties. I explored my tender nipples. Each was hard and straining against the silk of my nightgown. I pinched one between my thumb and finger. Then squeezed it hard as I pulled and twisted it back and forth. Lightning bolts of pleasure shot through me. A raging need exploded between my legs. I wanted so desperately to suckle and be suckled. I squeezed my nipple harder then gasped as I let it go and found the other. I mirrored my actions with my other nipple but I wanted, needed more. Bunching my nightgown I slid my hand up and cupped my exposed breast. The weight and warmth sent tingles through me. My nipple puckered harder. I teased the tip with my finger then held it captive while I scraped my fingernail across it. I gasped and panted as raw sensation engulfed my engorged nipple. Breathlessly I cupped my other breast with my other hand. My fingers circled the nipple and instantly I set a rhythm.
Both nipples throbbed in harmony as squeezed and pinched them. They'd sting and swell when I released them. Then I'd scrape my fingernail over them. I arched my back thrusting my breasts forward into the burning torment. I'd discovered something so beautiful and wonderful.
The glistening beauty centered between the spread legs of the women pictured in the magazines^Å.it's difficult to find words. Sensual splendor. Hues of radiant pink, glistening and parted in offering and invitation. I craved the feel and taste of each woman on my tongue. I imagined closing my mouth over each swollen clit and stroking it with my tongue. I was so hungry I ached.
I pressed my hand against the crotch of my panties and cupped my pounding pussy. I felt the need pounding through me. It mixed with the beat of my pulse sending waves of need, desire, desperation through my body.
I slid the tips of my fingers over the warm fabric of my panties. I was shocked at how wet they were. My pussy tingled, swelling at my touch. I teased across my lips up to my clit. My hips bucked shoving my clit against my fingers each time I slid them over it.
I focused my thoughts and my gaze on the beautiful lady with silky brown hair. I slid my panties down to my ankles and parted my legs. I reclined against the pillows so I could reach between my legs but drink in the sensuousness of the woman in the magazine.
My hand slid once more to my pussy. It felt hot and steamy. Wetness engulfed my finger as I slid it across the entrance into my canal. I fought the overwhelming need to plunge it deep inside I wanted to tease and torment. I was imagining that it was the woman's pussy I was pleasuring. I imagined her pussy filling my mouth, her sexy smile my gift for pleasing her well.
I stroked the lips of my pussy and slid my eyes over her lips, a caress mirrored. My finger became my tongue as I licked and tasted her swollen lips. I brought my wet finger to my lips and tasted. Tangy sweet flavor exploded into my mouth. I sucked my finger inside and licked it clean.
Both hands cupped each side of my pussy. I spread it wide. Cool air caressed me. I throbbed painfully. Giving no warning, I plunged the middle finger of each hand deep into my depths. My virgin pussy stretched around my fingers squeezing them tight. The milking throbbing waves pulsing through me centered into my hard clit. I tested it with my thumb. So hard, so wet and sensitive, one brush of my thumb and I was fighting not to cum. I waited letting the intensity of having my pussy filled by my fingers ease.
Slowly I began stroking my thumb across my sensitive clit. One stroke then I'd wait for the clenching to ease, then I'd stroke it again. My fingers pressed deeper into my spasming pussy. Cream leaked past them giving lubrication for my thumb.
One stroke, two then wait for the clenching to east. One stroke then another, my clit jerked and throbbed against my touch. Another caress, another stroke, my clit swells begging for more. I want to pull my finger from my pussy and rub my clit hard and fast with sure strokes that will send me crashing into release. But I deny myself. My fingers remain clenched inside my pussy and my thumb attends my clit.
Gallons and gallons of cum are bubbling towards the surface. My clit is swelling into a pinnacle of light. Each stroke of my thumb ignites the intensity. Deep inside my pussy it builds, spreading, engulfing, consuming. My pussy constricts encasing my fingers in warm creamy heaven. Cum gushing, spilling from my pussy. I cry out. My clit bursts into shards of light each one a point of ecstasy. I rub my thumb back and forth milking each drop, releasing each shard, drawing utter release.
I lay panting, exhausted. I'm startled that I'd found such intensity, such pleasure. Startled that it came with the thought of another woman. I still felt captivated by the beauty I'd seen in the pages of my English teachers magazine. I turn the reality that I was attracted to woman around and around in my head.
My aching body didn't help it the debate. Nor the fact that during the night I devoured each page each photograph, and that I flooded my pussy in orgasm for each beautiful woman.
Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards....Robert Heinlein