When I came home from college I wanted to masturbate my pink pussy

It was a scorching summer day when I arrived home from college, the sweltering heat radiating off the pavement as I dragged my overstuffed suitcase up the driveway. Sweat trickled down my back, plastering my tank top to my skin. All I wanted was a cold shower and a chance to finally let my fingers explore the sensitive folds of my aching pussy. It had been far too long since I’d had any quality “me time.”

I fumbled with my keys, eager to get inside and shed my clothes. As soon as the door clicked shut behind me, I was stripping, leaving a trail of clothes from the foyer to the bathroom. The cool marble of the bathroom felt delicious beneath my bare feet as I turned the shower to scalding hot.

Steam billowed around me as I stepped into the streaming water, the heat seeping into my bones, loosening muscles taut from the long ride home. I ran my hands over my body, feeling the curve of my hips, the swell of my breasts, before slipping between my thighs. My fingers brushed over my slit, already slick with arousal, and I moaned at the electric jolt of pleasure.

Leaning back against the cool tile, I spread my legs wider, fingers dipping into my wet heat. I was so ready for them, my pussy eagerly sucking them in. I thrust two fingers deep inside, the heel of my hand pressing against my clit as I pumped them in and out. The water sluiced over my skin, mingling with my growing arousal.

I could feel the pressure building low in my belly, coiling tighter and tighter as I fucked myself with my fingers. I curled them just right, dragging them along the front wall of my pussy, and stars exploded behind my eyelids as I hit that perfect spot. My head thunked back against the tile as I worked my G-spot, swirling my hips to grind my clit harder against my hand.

The water pounded against my taut nipples, sending sparks of sensation through my body. Every nerve was alive and humming, my skin tingling as I raced towards my climax. I could feel my orgasm building like a tidal wave, my pussy clenching around my fingers, dragging them deeper.

“Fuck, yes,” I panted, my breath coming in short gasps. “Gonna come…”

And then I was cresting, the coil inside me snapping as my pussy spasmed around my fingers. Pleasure crashed over me, drowning me in sensation as I rode out my orgasm. I cried out, my moan echoing off the bathroom walls, fingers buried as deep as they could go as I shook and shuddered through the aftershocks.

Finally, I slumped against the tile, chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. My legs felt like jelly, my core still fluttering with little aftershocks. But as good as that felt, I knew it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

I hurriedly dried off, hardly taking the time to wrap a towel around myself before I was bolting from the bathroom. My heart was already racing, my pussy throbbing anew with need as I dashed into my room. I crawled onto the bed, spreading my legs wide, the cool sheets a shock against my heated skin.

I trailed my fingers over my breast, pinching and rolling the stiff peak until I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. My pussy was weeping, desperate for more friction, more stimulation. I could smell my arousal in the air, the musky scent filling my nostrils and making me dizzy with need.

I trailed my hand down my body, over the dip of my waist, the swell of my hip. I circled my bellybutton before finally diving between my thighs. My pussy welcomed me, so slick and hot as my fingers sank into it. I pumped them in and out, setting a hard, fast rhythm as I chased my pleasure.

My finger Immediately sought out my clit, teasing over the swollen nub. I was already close, the combined stimulation of my fingers too much for my over-sensitive nerve endings. I pressed hard circles into my clit, stroking over it in time with the thrust of my fingers.

I could hear the obscene wet sounds of my fingering myself, could feel the sticky arousal dripping down my thighs. I was rolling my hips into my touch now, grinding against my hand as I frantically chased my climax. My breath was coming in short, sharp pants, my toes curling into the sheets as I raced towards that peak again.

“Fuck, need it,” I muttered, plunging a third finger inside my greedy cunt. “Want to come so bad, need you to fill me…”

The filthy words spurred me on, my fingers moving faster, harder, as I fucked myself with abandon. I pressed my nose into the pillow, muffling my moans as I lost myself to the pleasure. My pussy clenched around my fingers, gripping them like a vice as I teetered on the edge of climax.

With a harsh cry, I tumbled over, coming hard around my fingers. My pussy spasmed, milking my fingers as I rode out the intense rush of sensation. I could feel my orgasm reverberating through me, shaking my very bones as I gave myself over to it completely.

Slowly, I drifted down from the high, my fingers slipping free from my drenched cunt. I knew I should get up, clean myself up, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to move. I was boneless, sated, all the tension of the semester draining away as my body went limp with satisfaction.

I curled onto my side, draping an arm over my eyes as I focused on catching my breath. Maybe I could just lay here for a bit before I had to actually face the world again. Just for a little while, I thought with a content smile, before sleep finally claimed me, a nap well earned.