Fapping Away (1)
"Ahh."
An unfamiliar ceiling. Actually, no—it's familiar. The only difference is that I've woken up around noon again today, with the sun high in the sky. My wake-up time keeps getting later and later. For totally unseemly reasons, of course. But as a total shut-in NEET right now, that doesn't bother me one bit. Waking up near noon means I can get by on just lunch and dinner. Less fatigue than getting up early, and eating less? That's a win, right?
"What time is it?"
I flick on the phone I tossed beside me last night, and the familiar interface greets me.
[11:42]
Not much longer till noon. I only meant to check the time, but once the screen's on, the hour hardly matters anymore. Right below it, there's a new text message. No one really texts me, so I can guess this is a follow-up to the one that kept me tossing and turning last night. I don't even need to check the title or content—I already know what it says. Heart pounding with excitement, I head to the front door again.
"Yawn." Gotta wash my face first. So sleepy.
Bringing a package inside always gets me thrilled. Wait, did I say that last time? Eh, whatever. Last time, excitement and desperate craving for my first female orgasm had hijacked my body and brain. This time, it's not that intense.
...Okay, really not. Sure, there's a little tingle down there, but objectively, I'm more buzzing with anticipation than full-on horny. Of course, that'll change soon enough once lust takes over.
"Hum de dum~"
Yippee. Can't help humming a tune—mood lifting, pussy getting wet. I slice open the tape on the side of the box with a cutter knife. Peeling it back with eager hands, I find no black plastic bag this time. Instead, a bunch of different packages inside. Three small boxes of the same shape—gotta be the pink rotor vibrators. Then a cylindrical plastic tube—that's the massive black BBC dildo, right? And... this heavy, enormous pouch.
Gulp. Yeah, that's the one. I'll savor confirming it later. Not using it right now anyway. First up: the pink rotors.
I tear open one package.
"Whoa..."
Out pops the familiar pink egg-shaped thing I've seen tons in doujins. A wired model, with a pink cord leading to the controller. Don't ask why I went wired—wired is hotter, duh. Wireless lets you strut around outside doing naughty stuff, sure. But wired? Way more tantalizing. Picture it: a woman with a suspiciously perfect body in a thigh-length skirt, twitching suspiciously. Lift the hem, and bam—three devices taped to her stockings, cords snaking to her secret spots. Super lewd, right? And someday, that slut could be future me. Ngh.
For now, though, it's just for ravaging my body at home. I pop in the included battery.
Bzzz—
"Oh..."
Hit the button, and the egg starts vibrating wildly in my hand. Feels almost like the vibrator that wrecked me the other day, but the smaller size packs a punchier buzz somehow.
Click-click—
I test more buttons to turn it off. Second and third levels rumble through my hand before it quiets on the next press. Even in that split second, I feel their power. If that hits my body... Just imagining the insane pleasure makes me ache with expectation.
Time to strip. With growing familiarity, I shed my tee, panties, and bra, going full nude. Better preheat a bit. I graze the tip of my already-damp, slutty pussy. Touch the clit, and my body jolts.
"Ngh."
Spending some time rubbing that little bean. Heat and arousal build steadily. This should be enough warmup.
Grab the pink rotor, flick it on.
Bzzz—
No hesitation needed. Body in full instinct-overdrive, I press it straight to my clit.
"Hyah!"
A sharp cry bursts out. The vibrations stroke and torment my clit mercilessly. The nonstop pleasure's driving me insane, but I don't pull away. Even holding still against my pussy, waves of ecstasy keep crashing.
"Hnnng..."
Moans mix with hot breaths spilling from my mouth. Head tilts back on its own. Before I climax—now's the time for my plan. Grab some Scotch tape I hardly ever use.
Why three rotors? Hands can only manage one or two, and my brain might make me let go. But if I tape them in place for constant stimulation... I can ravage myself with way more variety.
That's the idea.
Click—
Unpack two more, insert batteries. Both buzz fine, then off for now. Rip tape—rrrip, stick.
First, tape one to my thigh. Not too heavy, holds fine. Tape the pink cord along my thigh too, a bit higher—draping slightly for that sexy look. More tape. Now the slightly damp rotor—back on my clit.
"Ngh."
Through the mirror, I'm a total slut again today. Pussy dripping, pink device taped to my naughty bits—the sight amps my arousal visually.
Click—bzzz
"Hyaaah..."
Vibrations assault my clit anew. Free hand braces the floor as I slump, but the buzz ravages my secret spot freely. But wait—two rotors left.
Trembling hands rip more tape—rrrip-rrrip-stick.
"Hnn..."
Moans slip out between, but whatever. Hands driven by instinct, tearing tape like mad. Waist-level for this one. Tape the device in place.
"Nghh."
Lift the rotor to my nipple, tape it down. Not much sensation yet, but with clit buzzing, it stirs extra excitement. Same for the other nipple.
Mirror me: pussy and tits decked with pink lewd toys, total whore vibes.
Hit buttons on the waist controllers at once.
"Hnnng..."
Pleasure amplifies subtly. Clit's still dominant, but undeveloped nipples start heating up too. No stopping now. Clit swarmed by rotor, I slide a hand lower. Gently stroke my super-tight pussy entrance. Already horny as hell, touching it feels even sluttier. Slick with juices like my ass was before, I caress softly.
Rotors buzz relentlessly, pushing me toward climax. Brave up—slip one finger inside.
"Ahh!"
Slight pain and resistance, but soaked with lube-like fluids, my pussy swallows it easily. Entrance squeezes tight; inside, bumpy walls. Deeper—the membrane blocking my pussy. Hymen, gotta be. Dying to pound it with dildos, but... still hesitating. Not yet. Finger stays shallow, stroking gently. Just teasing the walls floods me with pleasure.
"Hnn..."
Climax incoming. Female orgasms hit like an unstoppable wave—swept away, no resistance.
"Hyaaaaah!"
I cry out unrestrained, peaking again today. More juice leaks from my pussy; body goes limp. Slump against the wall.
But... rotors still taped on.
"Haaaah..."
Arousal not fully gone. Body heating up once more, I grab the next toy.