Jamie’s Obsession by stifflittlepoints
Discover Jamie's Obsession, an enticing erotic sex story by stifflittlepoints that explores the depths of desire and passion. Immerse yourself in a world of steamy encounters and intense emotions. Perfect for lovers of romance and erotic fiction, this tale promises to ignite your imagination and satisfy your cravings. Read more now!<br/>
Much has been written about guy’s fascination with girl’s breasts and tight pussies. Jamie shows us that girls can have an equal obsession and fascination with multiple cocks during lovemaking.
The throaty vocalizations of Jamie’s arousal filled the air, as she lay there naked across her bed. Her fingers flew over her open and very stimulated snatch. The beautiful little 14-year-old was well on her way to a very intense orgasm. For the record, it was her third self-generated cum of the day. The first was a quick little cunny cum before she even got up. The second was another little quickie in the girls’ bathroom at school. But this promised to be the best of the day. At least so far!
For Jamie, any occasion was an occasion to cum. She loved cumming. She loved the delicious sensations that came with any sexual activity. And she had been like this for several years now! Ever since puberty had hit and her body had begun to change. The hard little bumps that had sprouted on her chest were something to be investigated and delighted in. The wonderful sensations that manipulating her developing breasts had triggered down between her legs necessitated even more extensive exploration. And that of course led Jamie to discover the gamut of erotic thrills that pussy play could bring.
But she needed a close relative to open up her growing obsession with cocks. As she was growing up, she spent many hours in Aunt Mary’s apartment. As time went on, Jamie discovered that good old Mary, loved sex . . . but channeled her own fixation directly towards guy’s cocks. The first time Jamie heard moaning from the other room, while sleeping over, she inched her way down the hallway to peak into Mary’s room. She had a big screen TV and when she looked at the screen, there must have been a half dozen naked boys all masturbating in front of her. The director had each boy focus on the camera, and as a result . . . from her point of view, it looked like they were looking right at her. As a result, she loved focusing on each boy’s cock . . . and fantasizing on how she could get each one to shoot their load . . . either in her or on her.
Since she had already entered adolescence, it was only natural that she pulled up her nightie and begin to rub her cute little pussy. Mary caught her niece fiddling with herself and invited her into the bedroom. Jamie was at first embarrassed but soon . . . through Mary’s tutelage . . . stripped herself naked and the two of them rubbed off, watching the boy’s masturbate. Jamie was especially turned on by one short movie that featured a young girl like herself, having those same half dozen boys shoot their loads of cum all over the girl’s face and body. When she saw that scene, she immediately shook with total bliss.
Let’s face it . . . Jamie was soon hopelessly addicted to her sexual delights. As her breasts grew and boys began to notice her chest treasures, Jamie existed in a state of near perpetual sexual arousal. All she had to do was think about her own body and how sleek and sexy it was becoming . . . of thinking about how she enjoyed looking at herself in the mirror or playing with her recently acquired sex treasures. That, or about boys and how they looked at her and sometimes even got all squirmy and red in the face when they looked at her titties in a tight T-shirt. That . . . and how they then . . . started to sprout large bulges in the crotches of their jeans!
Jamie wanted very much to feel one of those large bulges. But for all her obsession with sex and all her hours spent in masturbation, Jamie was still a
technical virgin. Though fingers, and even assorted fruits, vegetables, and hairbrush handles had found their way into Jamie’s teen aged love tunnel . . . no guy’s cock had yet felt its hot, clasping embrace.
Tonight though Jamie intended to correct that deficiency. Tonight her friend Zoey was having a party. Zoey was in the same class as Jamie, and they had similar fascinations about the opposite sex. And tonight, her parents were going to their cottage, leaving her home by herself! Or that’s what they thought! Jamie desperately hoped to get her boyfriend Bobby up to Zoey’s parents’ bedroom and there officially and unequivocally get his love dart up inside her.
Jamie had been going out with Bobby for a couple of months now. Bobby was a nice kid. Certainly nicer than some of the boys she had gone out with before. He was a bit slow in the uptake department though! She had been dropping more than subtle hints the past couple of weeks that she wanted to get laid, but thus
far he had not picked up on any of them. The fact that Bobby ‘s two buddies, Dick and Peter were usually about . . . did not help her campaign any.
Who names their sons Dick and Peter? Probably some phallic infatuated parents. These guys were twins and happened to be very handsome. Girls that had gone out with them, said they were fun to be with . . . and that they had long joysticks and loved to display them . . . at least according to Lori, Jamie’s best friend.
After getting home from school, Jamie had immediately stripped and jumped into the shower. As usual . . . her own naked flesh had its usual result on her and her shower had involved extensive amounts of self-caresses, tittie massages, and pussy play. Stretching out naked on her bed after her shower, all soft and moist and already aroused, had inevitably led to the state of impending orgasm that Jamie currently found herself in.
Closer and closer she came to cumming . . . as her fingers jerked up and down the length of full, pouty folds of flesh that flanked her very well lubricated slit. Her hips bounced on the bed, driving her pussy harder against her determined fingers.
“Oh . . . Shit! . . . Ohhhhhh!” Her staccato grunts were auditory proof that her orgasm was very, very near and promised to be extremely pleasurable. Jamie’s left hand slipped slightly upward so that those fingers could roll and grind against her clit. Her right hand centered itself in the wide-open V of her spread thighs and her fingers plunged into her exquisitely sensitive sexual core. Her titties jiggled on her chest as Jamie frantically frigged her clit and pussy, driving herself closer and closer to orgasm.
Suddenly her hands tightened in a near death grip on the tender flesh of her most intimate girl parts. Her body stiffened. Pulse after pulse of wonderful orgasmic relief poured through her body. Her figure soon collapsed on the bed, but her hands remained tightly welded to her snatch. Wave upon wave of glorious sexual pleasure continued to ripple through her body. Occasionally a small shudder would ripple through her arms or legs, visual proof that the intensity of her orgasm was not to be contained. Gradually Jamie’s climax faded . . . leaving in its wake a glorious sense of relaxation and fulfillment.
The next thing Jamie knew it was several hours later and only a half an hour before Bobby was supposed to pick her up to go to the party. Bobby was 16 and had just received his license. He had created a similar story for his whereabouts during the evening, as did Jamie. Of course her excuse was hanging out with Aunt Mary. Her wonderful orgasm had induced a lovely little nap. Her hands though were still at her crotch, precisely where they had been when she drifted off. The juices that had so lubricated her sexual folds earlier had dried during her sleep . . . gently but effectively gluing her fingers to her pussy. Gently Jamie pried her fingers away from her tender pussy lips . . . and pranced into the bathroom to wash the evidence of her masturbation from her hands and her slightly sticky snatch.