Early in the morning my pink pussy had multiple orgasms

The sun had barely begun to peek over the horizon when the first rays of light streamed through the sheer curtains, kissing Awilda’s skin. She stirred, her body aching with a sweet, delicious ache. Sleeping in the nude had its advantages, and she could feel the dampness between her thighs, her pink pussy already hot and ready for attention. It had been a while since she had indulged in a little self-care, and this morning was the perfect time.

Stretching languidly, Awilda flung the covers off and let out a soft moan as the cool morning air caressed her heated skin. Her nipples were already hard, just begging to be touched. She could feel the familiar tingle starting in her clit, that telltale sign that she was ready to let herself go.

Slipping a hand down between her legs, Awilda slowly stroked her clit, reveling in the silky wetness. Her other hand came up to caress her breasts, circling her areola before pinching the nipple lightly. Pleasure jolted through her, making her gasp. Oh yes, this was just what she needed.

She began to stroke faster, her fingers slippery with her own juices. Her hips started to rock, riding the pressure of her hand against her clit. The pleasure built slowly, like a wave gaining momentum in the ocean. She could feel her pussy clenching, eager for more.

Awilda slid two fingers inside, pumping slowly as her thumb took care of her clit. The dual stimulation felt amazing, and she began to pant as the pressure mounted. Her free hand squeezing and tugging at her nipple, adding to the delicious sensations.

She was getting close, she could feel it. The tension in her stomach, the heat in her core, the incessant throbbing of her clit. She needed more. Sliding a third finger inside, she began to fuck herself in earnest, her knuckles slapping against her sensitive flesh.

Awilda’s back arched as the first orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy clamped down on her fingers, pulsing in time with her clit. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, leaving her gasping and trembling.

But she didn’t stop. No, Awilda was nowhere near done. She needed more, craved it. Pulling her fingers out, she forced them into her mouth, savoring her own tangy flavor. Then she reached for something else, something she had hidden away for a special occasion.

It was a small, pink vibrator, curved to hit all the right spots. She had never used it before, but oh, she was about to now. Turning it on to the lowest setting, she pressed it against her clit. The hum made her whole body jolt with pleasure.

Starting at the lowest setting, Awilda began to rub the vibrator up and down her slit, teasing herself. The vibrations felt incredible against her swollen, sensitive flesh. She could feel another orgasm building already, swift and fierce.

Faster and faster she rubbed, her hips undulating, seeking more pressure. The vibrator circled her entrance, teasing, before pressing inside. Awilda let out a low moan as it began to pulse in her tight heat. Stretching her, filling her, the vibrations singing through her.

It didn’t take long. She was already so worked up, so achingly needy. The vibrator found her g-spot and Awilda saw stars. She was coming again, this time harder, the pleasure ripping through her like a freight train.

But still, it wasn’t enough. She needed… more. Awilda pulled the vibrator out, plunging it back in, over and over. Faster, harder, chasing that elusive third orgasm. Her hands were shaking, her legs trembling, her whole body wound tight as a bowstring.

And then, oh god, there it was. The greatest pleasure of all, the mother of all orgasms. It started in her clit, a blinding flash of pure ecstasy, then radiated out to the rest of her body. It felt like her soul was leaving her body, floating away on a sea of bliss.

Awilda screamed, her voice hoarse, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her pussy clenched and spasmed, milking the vibration of the vibrator. Tears leaked from her eyes, sobs wracking her body. It was too much, yet not enough.

As she finally began to come down from the high, Awilda slowly withdrew the vibrator. She felt boneless, sated, happier than she had been in a long time. What an incredible way to start the day.

But… she could still feel a warm, tingling feeling in her core. Was it possible? Oh yes, yes it was. It seemed her morning was far from over. A delighted grin spread across Awilda’s face. This was going to be a beautiful day.