Chapter 3: Horny Before the Party

Saturday morning finally rolled around and I slept in until past 9:00 in the morning! When I woke up, I had my hand between my legs and my pussy was soaking wet. I guess you could call it the girl’s version of a wet dream! The first thought that hot my mind was that in less than twelve hours I would be doing something wild and sexy. Although I still wasn’t totally sure exactly what that something was, I knew if it involved Kristen and she was inviting me that it had to be pretty crazy.

Laying on my back with my legs spread part, my fingers ran up and down my wet pussy lips, sliding over my clit and making me tremble each time it was touched. God, it had been almost a week since I’d last been fucked and if it hadn’t been for my dad, the last month or so would have been pretty empty - or at least my pussy would’ve been pretty empty. It wasn’t that I wasn’t willing to have sex - heaven knows I was. It was just that with my job and all, by the time I got home I would be totally wiped and feeling as non-sexy as ever. It had been a long time since I had been involved in any form of group sex, let alone some kind of gang-bang that I was becoming increasing convinced this would be over the last two days.

My middle finger pushed up into my pussy as I imagined the first guy to fuck me tonight. I say “first” because I was sure he would be only the first of many. The only real question was, how many?

As I fondled my pussy with one hand, I used the other to massage my boobs and run fingers up and down my torso from the top of my pussy to the middle of my cleavage. I shivered as it made me tingle up and down my spine. Bringing my pussy finger to my mouth, I tasted myself and licked my pussy juices off. Mmmmmmm, my pussy tasted so damn good! Would there be just guys there tonight or would I be licking some pussy in addition to lord only knows how many dicks? Would Kristen and I get it on for someone to watch?

Thoughts of Kristen sitting on my face, spreading her pussy lips apart to make it easier to bury my face against her wet and smelly pussy, filled my mind as I put my finger back inside of me again, only this time joined by a second. Mmmmmmm, how many guys would be touching my pussy tonight? How many would want to fuck me or would some prefer just a BJ? Where would they cum the most - in my mouth or pussy or on me lord only knows where? Would they do me one at or time or what? The possibilities were endless and the closer I came to my orgasm, the wilder and more perverted they became in my head.

I was stroking my fingers in and out of me with my one hand while my other took over the duties of stimulating my now hyper-sensitive clit. God, I was SOOOOO close! In the stillness of my empty apartment, my moans must have been heard outside in the hallway as each time my finger touched my clit it was like being nailed with an electric stun gun. Only in this case, instead of being knocked out, I just got one step closer to the inevitable - my orgasm.

“Oh FUCK!” I cried out as it finally came. My back arched high off the bed and then I crashed down onto it as my pussy exploded. The wet spot I was creating on my sheets was the last thing on my list of concerns at the moment.

OK, how do you describe an orgasm? Just as I have no idea how it feels to have an erection, no matter how a guy might try to describe it, how can a man really understand how a woman feels when she cums? Based on my own personal observations, I think the problem men have understanding a woman is that they think of an orgasm as something that occurs between their legs, like the relief you get from scratching an itch - something local, intense and pleasurable in one area of their body.

Based on how they feel when they cum, I think most men have a tendency to think that a woman’s orgasm is concentrated on her pussy. Well certainly there is some element of truth in that! At this moment my pussy was tingling like my arm does when I keep it under me too long - only about a thousand times more. Indeed, if that was all an orgasm was, just the sensational pleasure being generated inside my pussy, that alone would qualify as an incredible experience. My pussy always feels great when I cum - and even when I don’t. It’s what goes on OUTSIDE of my pussy, though, that makes my orgasms truly incredible. That’s what differentiates between a good orgasm and a great orgasm (there are NO bad orgasms!).

On a 1-10 scale for orgasms, with 1 being good and ten being cosmic, (remember, even a one is good!), I would rate my orgasm this morning as a three or four. Actually, that’s not bad as without a dick in me, the highest I would ever rate an orgasm would be maybe a five or six. Masturbating can make me cum and I love it, but I doubt I ever get more than a five by myself.

Sex with women is enjoyable, but nothing makes me cum like a man with a hard dick in my pussy. The key is that good sex is not just about the physical pleasure. If that was the case, give me a dildo and I’d be able to take myself to a ten orgasm every day. No, it is the emotions and interaction with your partner that takes me up to the top end of the scale. Things like who he is, why he is fucking me, where he is fucking me, etc. all combine to make the difference between an 6 and a 10.

People ask me why I like to fuck married guys. Well, it’s not because they have better technique or their dicks were unusually large. If THAT were the case they probably wouldn’t be cheating with me in the first place. No, it’s the fact they are married, the fact their wives don’t know what they are doing with me, the fact that he is risking everything to have me, and so on that drives me up the orgasm “scale”. Similarly, my dad doesn’t have the most awesome cock and while he’s not bad in bed, I have to admit I’ve had better in terms of technique and staying power. It’s that fact that he is my FATHER, that his own daughter is turning him on sexually, that he loves me enough to cum inside of me, that drives me to such an incredible orgasm with him.