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It was the sixth time you had done this to yourself.
You didn't know what was wrong with you, maybe your mother was right– I should stay out of my room more often during the day.
It was like your body couldn't get enough of it. You knew you were simply a teenager, and it was probably just hormones. but we were already nearing the double digits of rounds endured, and you weren't even close to finished. The room was enveloped with the cloud of your hormones, the slick between your legs prevalent.
Yet you still wanted more.
You sighed, disappointed in yourself as you began to crawl up and perched yourself ontop of your body pillow. You were such a horny teenager it was almost scary. None of your past relationships were able to keep up with you, so you convinced yourself to simply wait until college to whore out.
You've never actually lost your virginity, probably because you knew that the ripe age of 14 wasn't exactly the best idea.
You began to grind yourself against the inanimate object, treating it like it was a person. Oh how you craved the intimacy of another human being, having to resort to humping your pillow like a damn dog.
You knew that you could get a boyfriend with ease. That wasn't the difficult part. The hard part was finding someone who craved the same affection as you, someone who wasnt trying to groom or use you. You made that mistake too many times the number was shameful to bring up.
So you have resorted to just releasing your pent up energy all by yourself. Bent over against the limp pillow, bucking against it while your free hand began to fondle and play with the bundle of nerves that rested right above your sweet spot. You were already wet, your middle finger disappearing into your folds as you took yourself eagerly.
Your breath stuttered and you could already feel the coil of pleasure in your abdomen tightening, your mouth dropping in a haze of ecstacy. It was in times like this when you yearned to have a cock inside of you, to stretch you out and claim you.
A plethora of scenarios began to fill your mind as you let sweet shaky moans slip past your lips, unable to stay quiet. That was also a big problem of yours, your inability to stay quiet. No matter how many times you came your body was still hungry for more.
You keened into the plush fabric as your hips staggered in motion, your eyes shut tightly as your nails dug into the pillowcase.
Tears welled in your eyes as droplets of the salty liquid began to dribble down your cheeks, which then got on the fabric.
Your fingers were sore, but you didnt care. Sloppily, you kept massaging your pulsing pussy, getting drunk on the noise of your walls contracting against your own fingers. It accommodated to the mewls and whines that got muffled by the pillow.
It wasn't uncommon for you to use random objects to silence the noises against it. You've been caught countless times by family members, the guilt of it almost made you contemplate quitting getting off altogether. Of course, you never did.
You felt the knot in your stomach harden as you teetered on the edge of your orgasm already, your brain going haywire. To be treated like a slut is all you wanted right now, to be fucked senseless. The shameful feeling faded into the background as lust and euphoria took over.
You squealed into the pillow as you finally reached your finish, your body now falling limp ontop of it as your heartbeat slowly began to descend into its normal rate. Your body was covered in a light layer of sweat, and there were baby hairs sticking to your forehead. You were spent.
Soon you were left with the aftertaste of your dirty thoughts, a frown pursed at the corner of your lips. Post nut clarity was real, and it always hit you like a bag of bricks.
After the whole ordeal you caught your breath and wondered when you'll be normal.