I haven’t truly masturbated in a few days, not in the usual sense. I haven’t been alone in my bed, legs spread wide, smooth pussy wet under a whirring ceiling fan. I haven’t feel the cool air on my damp skin. I haven’t felt fingertips against sensitive flesh. I haven’t cried out into a dark, quiet room.
I’ve done something much better…
Head down in the pillows. Ass up, naked and exposed.
The bed creaks gently as he climbs up behind me. Warm, solid hand on my round cheek, stroking firmly. The sound of my panting from three ferocious orgasms fills my ears.
“Hold still, babygirl.”
Cold, wet liquid drips on my ass. I jump at the sensation. My eyes fly open. My breathing changes. No longer panting from exertion, I forget how to breathe. Nervousness fills me.
Pressure, so much pressure.
“Just relax, baby, just relax.”
He’s in. It feels good. It feels strange. It feels dark and dirty. This is forbidden. One hand reaches out and clutches Mr. Teddy.
I hear growls and rumbles from behind me.
“Touch your clit, girl. Now!”
My left hand lands on my clit. My right hand refuses to release the bear. Swirling and circling, I feel my much-abused clit harden and swell. My hand stops moving as I sink into the pleasure of his slow taking of my ass.
“Did I tell you to stop?”
Feverishly, my fingers play along my clit. The in and out at my ass mirrors the round and round on my clit.
My body and my brain can handle no more. I scream into the pillow, cum splashing my thighs and the bed beneath me. He continues to pound away as I whimper and whine my pleasure, my left hand limp by my side, my right still clutching my teddy bear.