If you ask her mom she’ll tell you the story about how her daughter was “swimming” ever since she was old enough to control her movements. As a little girl she’d use a blanket, not knowing what was happening, just knowing it felt good. When she was old enough her mother took her aside and asked her if she knew what she was doing, she said no. Her mother asked her if she did it because it felt good, and she said yes. Her mother then revealed to her the name of what she was doing, masturbating.
At first she was a little ashamed. Her mom had caught her in her dirty secret she didn’t even know should be a secret, until it was given a name. Who else knew? She’d been doing it her whole life. Would she stop? Should she stop?
As the years went by she kept at it, graduating from baby blankets to hand massagers from Walgreens. On her 18th birthday she bought her first toy and that was the beginning of something good. The turning point came in college when she started working at an adult store, employee discounts and $1 rentals nearly “ruined” her, and taught her how to always get an orgasm, and how to squirt.
Which brings her to today. She’s laying face down, naked in our bed. Her hair is up in a messy bun, she must have just gone straight to the bedroom from work or her hair would be flowing free down her back. As I walked closer to the bed I noticed a small white and pink blanket between her legs, the lips of her pussy were opened slightly, glistening with a layer of fresh come. She was asleep but I knew I had to have her.
I slowly undid my belt and pants, letting them fall quietly at my feet. Climbing onto the bed I knew I had to be in her before she woke up and rolled over, ruining the moment, and the perfection of her body. She awoke with my first thrust, deep into her with a moan and a shake. She giggled as I kissed the back of her neck. Raising up off of her she rolled onto her back, looking into her blue eyes I knew we were going to need some new sheets when we were done…