Erotic fiction inspired by Lisa Dawn in “Voyage”
Traveling to visit my family back home, I had packed a suitcase for the week and said goodbye to my boyfriend the night before with a good, hard fuck. So when I got back to my parents’ home and went up to my old room, you’d have thought that my sexual needs would have been sated. But being back in that room brought back a lot of memories.
It was here that I had first had my pussy eaten at the tender age of 18.
My folks were out at work during the day, so I had let myself in, leaving the key under the broken flowerpot where they had always left it. Upstairs, I began to change into something more comfortable, but as soon as the memories of past sexual escapades came flooding back, I forgot about getting dressing and started to play with myself.
I found myself tweaking my nipples, feeling them get stiff between my fingers as I remembered the first time a guy had dragged his tongue between my plump pussy lips. How wet it had made me, how excited. How much I had wanted to grab him by the hair and push his tongue deeper inside me, only I was innocent and shy and had no idea that it was okay to do this, that it was a compliment to my lover.
I was getting really aroused and I slid my hand down my belly to stroke my clit, lying back on my old bed and opening my legs wide, smiling to myself. I had stared up at that ceiling many times like this, frigging myself, fantasizing about the men I’d like to fuck, about how big and hard they would feel inside me.
I thought about my boyfriend fucking me last night, pinning me to the bed, my legs over his shoulders as he powered into me, with me urging him to do it harder and faster. How things had changed…
As I remembered last night, my pussy grew wetter and wetter, warm goo slicking my fingers. I curled two inside my slit, using my palm to rub my clit. I sighed with pleasure, wishing my boyfriend was there to fuck me right now. I really wanted something bigger than my fingers to fill me up. And then I remembered the dildo I’d zipped into a side pocket of my suitcase on my previous trip; maybe it was still there…
I was in luck! I rubbed it against my clit, my pussy lips wet and open, wrapping around the glass shaft as it slid up and down my slippery groove. Oh, that felt good. It was bumpy, the knobs teasing my clit way too much for me to stop now.
I gripped it by the base and pushed it into my pussy. It filled me up like a cock, a little cold maybe, but nice and hard, and those bumps rippled as they went in, sending shivers through me.
It went deep, so deep, as far inside as I could get it, a perfect fit. An involuntary gasp left my lips and I arched my back, one hand grabbing a nipple, just the way my boyfriend does it. I fucked myself slowly, easing the dildo in and out, loving how it felt as the ridges opened me up a little bit more each time they entered, and my mind filled with thoughts of all the cocks I’d had in that bed.
I imagined them all around me, each guy offering me his hard prick. In my mind I saw myself reaching out, stroking one here, licking another here, pulling one there. I slid the dildo in and out faster, my mind filling with more and more filthy fantasies.
Now I imagined that each guy was lying on the floor of my room, his hard cock standing straight up, hands behind his head, smiling up at me, waiting for me to ride him. I moved to the floor, holding the dildo tight in one hand, and bucked up and down on the fat pole. It felt so fucking good. I felt so free. I wanted to fuck myself in every corner of the room, to bang my pussy so hard with this rigid dildo as I thought about all the cocks I’d ever had, here or anywhere else.
I was losing control, and unable to squat over the dildo any longer I got on my hands and knees, the glass prick still inside me, drilling it harder into my soaking wet hole as I gasped and moaned. I imagined them all kneeling behind me, pulling me around so my ass was directly in front of them, taking it in turns to fuck me, thrusting their cock into me, fucking me for a few strokes and then passing me on.
When I came, I came so hard my whole body was shaking. My thighs were drenched in my own juices, my hand soaked.
I had vividly remembered the cocks of guys I had long forgotten, lost in a wild fantasy that I had never dreamed of before. Of course, now I can’t get those dirty thoughts out of my mind…
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