That thought faded though…faded against slightly less selfish thoughts of Matt…faded to the ecstasy of number eleven…and the joy of erotic possibilities.
That is what Kelly was focused on. The only useful thought in her head was that she didn’t currently have enough hands.
This was a rare session for Kelly though. Not rare that she was masturbating in the middle of her living room floor at 5:36pm; literally 2 minutes after getting home, an agonizing 2 minutes to be completely free of her business attire and every piece of attire underneath. No, she was quite comfortable touching and exploring herself. It was rare that she initially only cared about how the touching felt.
She didn’t start, as she normally did, by imagining anyone else. The only person in her head was herself. Her only focus was how nice her breast felt smashed against her arm and being teased by her left hand, which has since given up on which breast to focus on; and her finger progressively reaching just a little bit deeper inside herself with each gyration. It was all for her. Holding herself at that edge for as long as she could, until she didn’t want to hold herself there any longer and just let herself tip over the edge.
Kelly let out a loud moan, not caring if a neighbor heard. She then let out a sigh, as the build-up almost got to her, almost broke the dam. She sighed again happily, because she finally got to a place in life where it has become easy to touch herself without the mental prop of anything else. She was her own prop. It was an amazing aphrodisiac.
Kelly began to sink her finger in faster, harder, deeper. She was so close. She deserved this release. Deserved to let it melt the stress of the day away. Deserved…
The orgasm came in a tortured, sweet frenzy. She focused on two things now: the pleasure ripping through her body and ignoring the urge to stop when the pleasure became too much. This was the next discipline she was teaching herself.
She rode through each peak of the orgasm she gave herself, and with each she reminded herself that she had to be beautiful to be feeling this way. All of her assumed physical flaws faded away. It was bliss. She saw herself as she was, and she was beautiful.
The pleasure was close to being too much. The urge to pull her finger completely out was too great. It was only then that she allowed others to plague her fantasies. To allow them to feast on the sexual goddess that she was.
The first to enter her dreams was Matt. This quiet, sweet guy Kelly was currently crushing on and just started to finally flirt mercilessly with today. To see the bulge in his pants as she walked away from him a few hours prior was almost as sweet a reward as the orgasm she was riding. Now, she could imagine that bulge sans the pants. She couldn’t wait to seduce him out of his clothes for real, but this imagined version would work in a pinch. She reached deeper…it was sweet agony…
What did she want Matt to be doing with that gloriously hard cock? So many things, but his shyness won out in the chaos of her pleasure-wrought fantasy. He was secretly watching her. That got her off more. The first orgasm gave away to the second one. The second orgasm was a more sinister beast. It filled Kelly past the point of consuming all of it. It overflowed from her. She had a stray thought that she wished she was filming herself doing this. She couldn’t even tell how she sounded or how she must be flailing. The pleasure was that great.
She wanted to make Matt cum. She wanted to see strands of pearly fluid erupt from his lovely, hard cock that was totally under her influence. She wanted to see him completely lose himself in his lust and thus, lose his shyness that was forever in the way.
So Kelly imagined her friend Laura there naked with her, imagined Laura providing the finger that was fucking Kelly instead of her own. Matt started to jack off with no more control at that. Silly boy with his fantasies about watching two girls play. It didn’t matter that the fantasy was hers alone. It didn’t matter that she had no idea if Matt really would have gotten off on seeing it. Kelly was being selfish. Kelly was loving every minute of it. As soon as Kelly imagined Matt’s cum finally landing on her breasts, she smashed them down further, opened herself up more to “Laura’s” fingers and jumped aboard orgasm #3.
She was rocked, she wanted to stop more than almost anything else. But, she wanted to know how far she could go. Matt and Laura faded. Her hand wanted to retreat as well. Her brain was screaming ‘too much’. Kelly was greedy. The only way to feed the greed was to be vicious. She tried to smile and plunged deeper in…she gasped hard…
…and Kyle, the bastard that he was, was suddenly there. Naked as the day he was born, hogtied to the chair in front of her, with his wonderful cock, fully erect for her and quivering in agony. Kyle was such a shitty boyfriend, but he was always worth a good fuck. Now he was forced to watch Kelly pleasure herself. It was sweet revenge. Number Four…
…Now Kelly was riding his cock in that chair. Remembering how good it felt to fuck him, even though that was the only good memory left. Number Five…
…She pulled out before he could cum. It was a sweet revenge. Instead, she watched his cock, twitch, glistening with what she left on it, Kyle’s orgasm completely ruined, and once she was free of Kyle’s cock, she imagined Matt suddenly taking her and fucking her from behind, lost in his own ecstasy, leaving Kyle left frustrated and forced to watch a real man fuck her. Number Six…
…Feeling Matt cum inside of her while watching Kyle realize he would never do so again…Number Seven…
…Watching Laura, sucking on Kyle’s cock, was a surprise…Number Eight…
…Kelly was so hurt when she learned Kyle cheated on her with her best friend Laura. She was so mad at both of them. Now though, imagining Laura sucking on his cock. Knowing how much Kyle loves having his cock sucked and how much Laura hated doing it, was arousing. Kelly loved sucking cock. Loved watching the act being done. Laura did Kelly a favor stealing Kyle away. They wouldn’t last long. Laura would eventually stop sucking. Kyle would eventually move on, because that is the type of guy he was. Kyle exploded into Laura’s non-eager mouth…Number Nine…Number Ten…
…Kelly couldn’t take anymore pleasure. Her hand came free and joined the other hand in caressing herself all over, riding in the aftermath of bliss. When the calm finally came, she savored it. Her mind was cleared, her soul was full, her body felt tired, alive, and amazing.
Kelly thought about calling Laura and having coffee again with her in the morning. To have the ‘no hard feelings’ talk and get the friendship back on track. Kelly realized Laura did her a favor.
Kelly thought about Matt too. She thought about the dress she was going to wear tomorrow just for the benefit of cutting through his shyness. Kelly wasn’t even going to wait for him to ask her out. She was going to do it for the benefit of both of them.
Kelly thought about what it would be like after their date. Thought about what his lips would taste like. Thought about what his hands would feel like slipping up or perhaps even under her dress. Kelly slipped her hand between her legs again, slightly amazed at just how wet she was down there. She thought that she really needed to videotape herself doing this the next time.
That thought faded though…faded against slightly less selfish thoughts of Matt…faded to the ecstasy of number eleven…and the joy of soon to be erotic possibilities.
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