Bitch (3)
Click—bzzzzz—the moment I flick on the vibrator, the vibrations hit me right away. My pussy juices coating its surface glisten and trickle down with every pulse. The sight pushes me over the edge; I can't hold back anymore. I press it straight against my pussy.
"Hnnng..."
My pussy, already teased to the brink with the vibes off, reacts instantly the second it touches. A faint moan slips out as I savor the pleasure rippling through me. But paradoxically, since I'm already so worked up, this level feels a bit... lacking. More precisely, this kind of stimulation doesn't deliver that one-shot knockout punch I'm craving. The slow-building arousal and the shallow, lingering bliss? I love it, usually. It's what I enjoy most on normal days. But right now, a darker, more primal urge takes over—a desire for something fiercer, more concentrated, slamming into me like a freight train.
I press the button on the vibrator again, entranced. Click-click—two presses. BZZZZZ! The vibrations ramp up, way stronger than before. Last time, max was level 2, I think. I barely used it after that first night, so this is my first go at level 3 and beyond. Even level 2 had rocked me pretty hard. Level 3? And higher? My expectations skyrocket as I gingerly press it against myself.
"Hyaaah!"
Oh, this feels way better than I thought. "Hrng... hnn... ngh."
And the instant damage... it's lethal. A ferocious buzz shreds my clit in seconds, and since I'm the one wielding it, the vibrations assault me with brutal intensity. They keep coming, on a whole other level from before—massive physical jolts matched by pleasure that multiplies and floods my body. This is no joke. The relentless brain-melting stimulation is—
"Haa... haaahh...!"
—no joke at all. My body jerks unconsciously, pressing closer, letting the vibration's core grind deeper into my flesh. A dull, savage rumble courses through me, rougher than ever. Each time, my body spasms wildly, and I can't stifle the ragged moans bursting out.
I pull the vibrator away for a sec. Bzzzzz—it hums on relentlessly. The mirror shows my flushed skin and face, glowing red-hot. Normally, I'd pause here, catch my breath. But I know myself. There's no way I'd stop at this. So I hit the button again and shove it back against my pussy.
"Nghhh... hnn...!"
After that brief respite, the vibrations crash back in, pleasure exploding through my whole body once more. But now they're even wilder, more vicious, mercilessly grinding my pussy and clit. I go feral with my hand, sliding the vibrator from my perineum up under my pussy, pressing hard. The silicone rod, now slick and warm from my fluids and body heat, wedges between my thighs, giving a twisted sense of stability amid the insanity—and an insanely lewd thrill.
Tucking it there feels... steady, almost. Like a safe haven in the storm of vibrations, a little breather where the pleasure builds slow. But this horny bitch can't leave well enough alone. With one hand freed up, I start rubbing my clit, denying my body any real rest.
I move my hand again, targeting the swollen nub poking out above my pussy lips. That pink little bean, tiny at first, now flushed red from the nonstop action, puffed up and demanding attention.
"Eut... hng."
At first, I tap it lightly, like a tease break. The vibes graze my clit intermittently, injecting subtle but steady jolts. Then I linger longer. "Uuu... eut. Ngh...!" Squish—press and hold. Release. Hit it again, harder. Squish—longer still. Release. This time, not straight down but digging in from below, twisting at the base to grind it raw.
"Hyak...!"
My slutty body betrays me instantly in the mirror. No hiding it now—the moans leak out like deflating air, wet and desperate, my voice huskier, lewder with every surge of arousal.
Hand moves again. This time, broad strokes covering pussy and clit alike. Not stabbing, just smothering pressure. The vibes ravage my entire crotch. "Hnnngh... uuut...!" The moans turn feral; no more pretending to hold back. Pure animal groans as my hands and hips instinctively smear the buzz everywhere, chasing even coverage.
I'm deep in it now—horniness and raw pleasure hammering my brain nonstop. But I know there's more. Stronger stuff. So I don't hesitate. For the ultimate hit—click. The button maxes out at level 5, the strongest.
...!
Logic's gone; I'm a pleasure-drenched mess as some massive, indescribable wave barrels toward me. No dodging it, no wanting to. I just ride it out.
"Nghhh... hrrng..."
The sounds aren't human anymore—beastly growls ripped from pure instinct, no control left. The savage tremors push my already inflamed skin and nerves to the breaking point. It almost hurts now, but my body's too far gone to care, blurring pain and ecstasy.
Maybe I've already cum without noticing. From what I've felt so far, female orgasms aren't like guys'—one and done. No, it's orgasm after orgasm, chaining endlessly. That multi-orgasm thing I've heard about. Haven't hit it yet, or maybe I have and missed it. Doesn't matter. Point is, even if I've crested a few times already, something huge is building—way bigger than before. My bliss-fried brain gets that much.
Instinct screams it: subtler peaks have slipped by unnoticed, but this? This is a tidal wave.
My pose has shifted—bent forward like I'm collapsing, but perfectly balanced. My pussy, thrust out for self-indulgence, clenches her legs in futile resistance while the buried vibrator ravages her depths amid the bliss. Bracing. Anticipating. Blissful agony? Whatever it is, it doesn't last. My body's sprinting toward the limit—stamina, pleasure, doesn't matter which breaks first.
Another wave crashes amid the first. Crystal clear. "Ughhh... grrr... haaaaah...!" Incomprehensible beast-human howls, and I pitch forward, collapsing. The vibrator slips free, but its echoes trigger fresh tremors rippling through my whole body.
Face-down, I twitch sporadically, clutching my scorching pussy and clit, riding the aftershocks. The journey to level 5 delivered massive pleasure—and the climax at the end.
"Uuugh."
But damn, my soaked body finds the flaw. A tugging ache deep in my gut, like it's still hungry. Just like my first time—the signal that it wants more. And that more? It's what my body—and I—crave desperately.
I crawl off the drenched pet pad, inching across the room on all fours for the next toy.