Chapter 3: Sunday Morning Masturbation

Sunday started out most Sundays with church in the morning. Actually, that’s not exactly true as it’s not like I wake up in a pew just as the service starts. Indeed, when I first woke up this morning the first thing I thought about was the party later in the afternoon. My pussy felt like someone attached an electric cord to it as I crossed my legs with both hands between my thighs as I tried to contain the sensations running though me. God, talk about waking up horny!

Most mornings I wake up wet and horny, sort of like guys I know that wake up with erections (not that I mind when they do!). This morning, however, was bordering on the ludicrous as all I could think about was this intense desire to be fucked. It consumed my every thought as I turned on my side in a fetal position, my hand clamped tight to my bare pussy.

“Oh god!” I gasped as my finger touched my already swollen clit.

It was barely audible, not even close to be enough to wake my snoring roomie. Jen had one of the loudest alarm clocks I had ever heard and even THAT wasn’t always enough to do the job in the mornings. I could’ve probably moaned loud enough to be heard outside without waking her.

It was probably good to get this out of my system now as the odds of anything like what I was dreaming about actually happening that afternoon were about zero to none. Still, as my finger worked its way into my soaking wet pussy all I could think about was how it would feel if it was Ed’s cock instead. I’d never been to their house but I imagined him doing me in their bed, my imagination conjuring up a king size canopy with lace bedding that smelled of his wife’s perfume as he fucked me where she would later lay that night. Then he did me in Dianna’s bed, telling me how much he wanted her as he drilled me with his daughter’s favorite pillow under my ass, soaking up our cum as he screwed me.

Yeah, I guess it goes without saying that I have quite an imagination, especially when I’m masturbating. Now if only I was as good at writing school papers as I was dreaming up sexual encounters with a variety of men and boys! I’d have no problem carrying a 4.0 average, that’s for sure!

Although I don’t know for sure how much time passed, it seemed like less than ten minutes before my pussy moved to the next stage and I felt my orgasm beginning to arise within me, like a smoldering volcano about to erupt. The analogy actually isn’t all that bad when I think about it. At first it was just little shocks as my finger would touch my clit in just the right way, sending a pulse of pleasure rocketing through me like a fireworks that was lit in my pussy and then exploded in a blazing light all through me. My body would shudder and shake, like the beginning tremors of an earthquake, small at first and then increasing in intensity.

Then the show would begin as a small eruption would occur; not the main event but stronger than just the small fireworks variety. My pussy seemed to be teasing me, faking me into thinking my orgasm was about to blow the lid off my volcano between my legs and then die down again only to rise again a minute or two later.

There were times when I would actually try to extend the range and number of these “preliminary” eruptions, letting each one get just a little bit bigger but not too much to where I couldn’t pull back from the edge and start over again. This morning I wasn’t in the mood to tease myself, I just wanted to cum and I wanted to cum as soon as possible!