A young girl's masturbation

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I'm hopelessly addicted. I love being looked at by men. In high school, a few close friends and I liked to dress up in revealing outfits and go shopping together. Many guys would steal glances at us, which gave us a sense of conquest, accomplishment, and excitement.
I've had a few boyfriends. My second boyfriend, to be honest, I thought he was a bit of a pervert. He often bought me very erotic clothes to wear before we had sex. He especially liked those lace stockings that only went up to my thighs, and he wouldn't let me take them off. He'd always do it from behind... He said that excited him more. I didn't really feel anything; I thought the front was better. But it was alright, so I went along with him.
My first experience with a vibrating penis was also with him! I thought he was a bit strange, but I'd never tried it before, and I was genuinely curious about what it would be like inside me. So I didn't blame him. After that, I often used it secretly when he wasn't around. It felt completely different from sex. The fullness after penetration, the vibration spreading from inside, constantly stimulating the clitoris, then reaching a point where you wanted to stop but couldn't, feeling completely controlled by the vibrating penis, experiencing continuous, frenzied orgasms.
Later, when my boyfriend was using a dildo on me, he would often ask me if I seemed particularly excited, and whether I liked his penis or the vibrating dildo. I always said I liked his, but my heart was already lost in the vibrating hell. The thought that just as I was about to reach a frenzied state, he would pull the dildo out of my body and replace it with his real penis made me hate his penis. Just thinking about this made my vagina involuntarily contract, as if trying to tighten around it, to keep it from leaving me.
Later, we broke up because of personality clashes. Was it really because of incompatibility that we broke up? I myself have my doubts, but I'll never let him or anyone else know. It's a secret mechanism in my body that no one knows about. Once it's inserted and that switch is turned on, I can only fall into a frenzy of orgasms, unable to stop.
After entering university, since I didn't have a boyfriend, and I'm not bad-looking, and I'm not shy about showing off my figure, many boys started appearing around me. Classmates, friends, even walking on campus, people would stare at me, bringing back the feeling of being looked at by everyone at the same time—both proud and excited.
When they looked at my innocent face and my sexy outfit that revealed my curves, I knew what they were thinking: "This girl dresses so provocatively, she must really like being fucked," or "If I could penetrate her and make her moan, it would be so great," and so on. Even worse, perhaps they fantasized that I was constantly leaking vaginal fluid under my tight skirt, yearning for a large penis to penetrate me.
Actually, I enjoy men's lewd gazes; it makes me even more aroused. While they watched me lost in their sexual fantasies, they were unaware that I was feeling the vibrations in my groin, about to reach a wanton climax. At these moments, I had to endure it, moving my limp legs towards the dressing room or a secluded corner, suffering the predicament of my wet groin and the vibrating penis about to slip off, afraid of being discovered, painfully enduring the vibrating pleasure, while outwardly pretending to be nonchalant, greeting classmates I encountered, my mind only thinking of reaching a secluded place to vent my inner turmoil.

Recently, a friend told me that the pleasure of anal sex is incomparable to intercourse, and my curiosity was piqued again. I think I'm a little abnormal! But unlike her, I don't have a boyfriend now, and I think anal penetration and thrusting are really dirty, so I'll try using a dildo myself to see how I react. If I'm going to do it, I might as well go all the way! I thought to myself, unaware that my body would reach such a terrifying level.
That day I had six classes, but no classes in the first two in the morning. I secretly masturbated in my room behind my parents' backs until I was extremely aroused and overflowing with vaginal fluid. Then I inserted my favorite three-speed vibrating dildo and started the low-speed vibration. I liked it because it had three speeds: the low speed kept me aroused all day; the medium speed was enough to give me a crazy orgasm.
I got up and slowly walked to the mirror. The friction between my penis and thigh as I walked gave me a feeling of fullness from the insertion. I liked looking at my beautiful body in the mirror with the vibrating dildo inside—a body many men wanted to penetrate! But I only wanted to use the dildo to defile this perfect body.
Watching my body writhe from the pleasure of the vibrating dildo, this lewd atmosphere was too much for me, and I orgasmed. As I felt the vibration, I smeared the constantly flowing vaginal fluid on my anus while searching for a suitable penis for my first anal insertion.
The sheer fear of being in the first place caused me to produce a constant stream of vaginal fluid. The penis inside me continued to vibrate, and I secretly decided I wouldn't pull it out all day! (My battery expenses are terrifying.) Then I squatted down, pressing the penis against my anus. After a moment's thought, I turned the vibrating speed to medium, thinking that having my first penetration during an orgasm would be more memorable.
The pleasure intensified under the guidance of the vibrating penis, nearing its peak. I endured it, slowly sliding it into my anus. So tight, I couldn't get it in. I started to wonder if I'd chosen one that was too big.
The pleasure continued to rise; I was about to lose it. No time to switch to a smaller one; the switch was already on and couldn't be stopped. I forcefully inserted it into my body. A current surged through my genitals—an orgasm unlike any I'd ever experienced. I collapsed to the ground, convulsing. The penis in my genitals continued to vibrate, while the anal sphincter couldn't keep up. After a while, it finally resumed. I switched the front sphincter back to low speed, but vaginal fluid continued to flow. Slowly, I started the rear sphincter as well; it was a sliding type with high and low speeds but no segmented operation. Using both sphincter simultaneously created a strange sensation. I maintained my excitement and started getting dressed.
The most captivating thing about using an electric dildo is that I can free my hands and not have to use them to maintain an orgasm. This is why I later enjoyed having it inserted all day long. No matter what I did, it wouldn't interfere with my pleasure; I hovered on the edge of excitement and orgasm all day. Sometimes I think, how wonderful it would be if I could live in this state forever, without having to think about anything, only experiencing pleasure! I endured the impending second wave of orgasm while choosing clothes to wear to class.
The pleasure of both holes vibrating simultaneously was incomparable to that of a single electric dildo. Ah! So exhilarating! I couldn't maintain normal thinking; I just wanted to get out of the house quickly and enjoy the visual ravages of men. I don't like having sex with men, but I like the feeling of being afraid of being discovered. Oh! I can't take it anymore. Under the vibrating hell, I put on my favorite white stockings and chose a short skirt that hugged my hips tightly, just enough to cover the stockings. I can't let anyone see me wearing such lewd stockings to school.
Normally I wear tight shorts because I'm afraid the dildo will slip off under the constant vibration. Shorts don't have that problem, but today, for the first time, both holes are vibrating at the same time, and the pleasure is making me unable to think. The more dangerous, the more excited I get. I just want the whole world's attention on me, to reach orgasm in front of everyone. "Don't wear underwear! Let it fall down and everyone see it. There will definitely be a different kind of orgasm," a devil in my mind said. So I wore a spaghetti-strap, off-the-shoulder, backless top and 8-centimeter high heels. Ugh! This is definitely not what I should be wearing for class, but under the control of the two dildos, I can't think anymore. This outfit will achieve the effect I want as soon as I step out the door.
Everyone on the street was staring at me. The vibrating dildo kept giving me endless vibrations, and the swaying of my hips from walking in high heels only intensified the stimulation of my genitals and anus. If someone were to approach me at that moment, I knew I would involuntarily orgasm in front of them.
Finally, I arrived at school. On the bus, the road was rough, and the bus kept bouncing up and down. Being so crowded, I increased the vibrating speed of the dildo to medium. I secretly slipped my hand under my skirt—I figured no one would see—and, holding onto both the front and back vibrators, leaned against the crowd, afraid they would fall. I orgasmed twice, almost unable to leave the bus, and the pleasure just kept going. Thankfully, I still had a sliver of consciousness left.
Classes went by one after another at school. My classmates were probably already used to my appearance and didn't react much. I wonder if anyone noticed that I was wearing stockings with garter belts, and that I wasn't wearing underwear at school, and that the two vibrating dildos were inserted into my body under my skirt, giving me continuous pleasure. Just thinking about it excited me, let alone the fact that the dildo was still giving me pleasure, and my vaginal fluid was dripping non-stop. I lost track of time, completely immersed in the vibrations of the vibrating dildo.
Wave after wave of orgasms came and went, sometimes the initial pleasure would lead to another orgasm; sometimes the second orgasm would come first, and then the continued vibrations would bring a second wave.
During lunch break, everyone went to eat, but I just wanted to get to the dressing room as quickly as possible. During class, I was experiencing wave after wave of orgasms, and I couldn't control myself to slow down the penis. I couldn't stop. This was an experience I'd never had before. Previously, I'd slow down after an orgasm, then speed it up again when I felt aroused, repeating this process. This was probably due to stimulating both my front and back orifices simultaneously for the first time. It was completely unexpected; I couldn't control it anymore. It wasn't coming in segments anymore, but a continuous climax. My vaginal fluids kept flowing onto my stockings, and I didn't want to, nor could I, slow down the speed. In my confusion, I thought that only by setting it to the highest speed and frantically stimulating my clitoris and anus to reach a state of ecstasy could I break free from this state! But I'd only tried the highest speed at home; it was absolutely forbidden outside.
I remember when I first bought that penis, I recklessly used it at the highest speed, and discovered that I, whom I didn't recognize, had become a sexually driven creature, indulging in wild pleasure and easily reaching orgasm, without any thought, only continuous orgasms until I passed out. Because of that terrible experience, I never used the high-speed mode again. The medium speed was already enough to bring me to orgasm. I was only thinking about getting to the dressing room as quickly as possible. As I walked, the stimulation in my lower body intensified. My vaginal fluid kept flowing down my legs under the medium-speed vibration. The two dildos, lubricated by the vaginal fluid, were slowly sliding down.
I was almost too weak to tighten my genitals to keep them from slipping down. There were people all around, and I had to pretend that nothing was wrong, trying my best to endure the pleasure and not let anyone notice. Oh! I really liked this strange atmosphere. I was a wanton woman. In my daze, I felt the buzzing of the vibrating dildo getting louder and louder. I no longer cared about being seen with the vaginal fluid on my stockings. I strongly craved the highest speed vibration that had given me that terrible experience. The orgasms kept rising. Many people were looking at me. I wondered if they noticed what was wrong with me. I didn't care anymore. I couldn't think straight.
On the way, a classmate of mine, whom I knew had a crush on me, surprisingly suggested we have lunch together. I didn't understand what he meant at all; I was only thinking that once we got to the restroom, I could reach a state of ecstasy, go wild with pleasure, and escape this feeling of overflowing lust and insatiable desire. He noticed my unusual state and helped me to the railing to rest, asking if I wasn't feeling well.
In my mind, I was thinking, "I need to feel better! Let me go, hurry!" But he just kept asking, "What's wrong? Do you want me to take you home?" I was almost entering that terrifying hell of ecstasy. Although the speed of the vibrations remained the same, the accumulating orgasms, coupled with the shame of my penis almost falling off and being discovered, meant I was about to lose control.
In my dazed state, I realized my hand was in my pocket, holding the switch that controlled my body, wanting to turn it to the highest speed. I screamed internally, "Pressing it down will destroy everything!" But I couldn't suppress my lewd nature. "Let everyone see! Don't hold back anymore, press it and you'll be free! Don't think too much, what's more important than an intense climax?" I kept convincing myself, my reason slowly slipping away. I didn't care about the consequences, I wanted it!
In the corridor outside the school's dressing room, the dildo inserted into my vagina suddenly accelerated its vibration, triggering the pent-up climax within me. My whole body felt electrified; I screamed wildly, convulsing against the railing, oblivious to those around me. Enjoying the intense pleasure of the vibrating dildo, as I was about to lose consciousness, I thought, "There's another switch, another penis. I'm going to turn that up to the highest speed too. I want to achieve unprecedented happiness in front of everyone at school." Finally, the penis in my anus began to twist rapidly, as if echoing the penis in front. Just as I reached the blissful state of near-death, the penis slid from between my legs and fell to the ground, my vaginal fluid spraying all over my feet.
My classmate and the people around me were stunned. I was the first to recover, and I immediately asked him to take me home.
I think everyone heard my joyful shouts, but they probably didn't understand what happened. Since I was nearby, he was probably the only one who saw the fallen penis! Maybe there were others, but who cares!
I sat on the back of his motorcycle. He seemed to not believe what he saw. The vibrating dildo was still inserted in my vagina, at medium speed. After what had just happened, the low-speed arousal was no longer enough for me. I remembered how I had just used a vibrating dildo to bring myself to unprecedented heights in front of everyone.
As the motorcycle bounced, I reached another climax. Suppressing the surge of pleasure, I maintained my last shred of rationality and asked him, "You'll keep this a secret, right?"
He asked me meaninglessly, "Why would you do that kind of thing at school?"
It seems the earlier experience was too much for him; he couldn't accept that I would go to school with a vibrator inserted! Knowing my promiscuous side actually excited me. I wanted to tell him some lewd things, to let him see me with the vibrator inserted, constantly reaching orgasm.
"I'll tell you!" "There's still a big dick inside my vagina, vibrating non-stop, making me leak juices. You saw that one was originally in my anus."
As I said this, I felt even more excited. Seeing his bewildered expression, I reached forward and touched his penis. It was rock hard. I kept touching it, feeling waves of pleasure between my legs. The fullness of the vibrating dildo inside my vagina, and the hot penis in my hand... Before we got home, I felt him ejaculate in his pants. I also had multiple orgasms on the way. I figured he wouldn't tell anyone.
Back home, with his penis still vibrating inside me, my lust continued to rise. Seeing that he wasn't satisfied either, we took off our clothes. I was only wearing stockings, high heels, and the dildo inside me. As soon as he saw the vibrating dildo inside my vagina, and my vaginal fluids flowing freely, he regained his energy. I took him to my balcony, and holding onto the railing, I let him penetrate me from behind.
After what happened at school, I no longer cared about the mess of anal sex; the frenzied pleasure made me eager to try real anal sex. I arched my hips high, letting him hold me with one hand and grab my breast with the other. Oh! I wondered if anyone was watching this scene from afar:
a mature woman's body, clad only in white stockings and high heels, being penetrated from behind on a balcony; a thick vibrating dildo inserted into her front. Just thinking about it excited me immensely, let alone the fact that I was being repeatedly penetrated from behind, my vaginal fluids flowing freely from the vibrating dildo—it was incredibly pleasurable! My arousal was escalating, and I could no longer restrain myself. Just as
I was about to turn the vibrating dildo to its highest speed, transforming myself into a mindless sex doll driven solely by pleasure, he ejaculated. The vibrations from the dildo in front of him were too much for him to bear—how awful! It left me feeling incredibly empty. I told him not to tell anyone I'd gone to school with the dildo inside me, and then sent him home.
Thinking about how I felt at school today, that near-death pleasure—no man could ever give me that. I think I'm hopelessly addicted, becoming someone who wants to be penetrated by a dildo every single day, every moment, vibrating from both ends simultaneously, trapped in a frenzied vibration hell. Ah! I am a sex slave to the vibrating dildo, and I don't want to pull it out at all. Even now, as I write this, both my orifices are still being played with by the dildo, and my juices are flowing freely.
I felt like I wasn't using a vibrating penis, but rather it was toying with me, raping me, turning me into a mindless sex object that only knew how to vibrate inside me and leave behind only vaginal fluid.
Mmm! The pleasure is increasing uncontrollably, and my juices are flowing down my thighs. It wants to turn me into a lewd beast with a dildo inserted into me again. It's manipulating my hand to press the high-speed switch. Oh! I can't resist. It's starting to vibrate intensely. I can't take it anymore! I really want to go out and let everyone see me being penetrated, and let others press the switch that turns me into a sex toy.

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