High Voltage/For Women
From Create Your Own Story
I was a woman now, so I clicked the little pink symbol leading to the for women page. I found a video showing a young brunette and a muscular young hunk. I turned the volume low on the computer, killed the lights in the room, kneeled on the bed, and sat on my feet.
The man was laying in a beach chair while the woman swam laps in the pool. It became obvious quickly that the woman wasn't wearing a bathing suit. She climbed the stairs out of the pool and the water ran down her glistening skin. The camera followed it down, showing of her large breasts, skinny waists, beautiful hips, shaved pussy, and long legs. She walked over to the man, removed his penis from his shorts, and began sucking him off. I slid my panties off, and let my fingers run in small circles over my clit.
The blow job didn't last very long. Now she was laying in the chair while he flicked his tongue over her clit. I wondered what that felt like. He stopped eating her and he seemed to gaze into her eyes for a while. They embraced in kissing, and I found my hands working faster. I flicked a small switch on the base of the vibrator and it began humming. I slowly inserted it into myself. I gasped as it began to tickle me from the inside. I glanced at the screen, he had just started to slowly insert himself into her. Unlike other porn I had watched, this was different. They weren't just having sex, they were making love. She began to moan softly, and I lowered the volume a little. I moved the vibrator between my legs quicker, matching the tempo of the action on screen. Soon I was the one moaning softly. My own pleasure was intense. And building. The girl on the computer and I were locked in an intense race. Who would explode with passion first? We traded off moans, first her, than me, then her again. Each moan just a little louder than the one before it. Each one a little more primal, and less controlled. I grabbed my pillow and squealed into it. "I win bitch," I laughed. I took the pillow off my face and moved it under my head. I didn't need a mirror to tell me I was smiling again. I shut down the computer and turned off the vibrator. With the humming gone, the room was silent, save for my heavy breathing as I drifted off into sleep.
Should I:
