010 What the hell was that?
On the drive home from the gym I kept thinking about Jamie and the interaction we had. I wasn't as fixated on her 32HH bra size, although it was erotic as hell to me, especially the way they stuck out on the sides of her chest and you could see them while she had her back to me. But it was more about the life changes that she mentioned. The exercise issues, running, swimming etc., the bumping into things with them, the struggles with bras, sports bras, clothing, and the attention or people asking to feel them.
I got home and took a real shower with soap, still trying to imagine the issues and how I'd really feel about having to deal with those changes. I really ruminated on our conversation and tried to thoroughly imagine and think through this list of challenges. All evening I thought about this even as I went to bed I was still mentally chewing on these. I drifted off to sleep still fixated on this part of deciding if I wanted very large breasts or not. My small C breasts looked good on me, I thought so and the not so well disguised glances at me in the gym along with the guys looking at each other and then both looking over in my direction were confirmation to me.
That night I dreamt about having breasts that were a double H cup, and how they would affect me and my daily life. The glimpses that I can remember, bumping things or people, bra shopping, people staring, and exercising. I woke up and laid there trying to replay my dreams as they were still fresh in my mind. The things about my dreams, when I have and remember them, is that they illicit an emotional response. I would wake up mad or scared from dreams my whole life.
But last night after these dreams, that were different than the other dreams that just were about having large breasts, these were more realistic. I remember that the instant that I woke up I felt, happy, fulfilled, complete, and turned on if I'm being totally honest. I felt my panties and they were moist. I continued to rub my clitoris furthering the excitement. I was so wet that I could feel my arousal fluid starting to run down my thighs and on to the sheets. I looked over for my small and only vibrator I owned. It was there on my night stand, and plugged in to charge! I grabbed it and turned it on, I immediately assaulted my clitoris that was engorged and had pushed the clitoral hood completely off it. I had never experienced this before and the vibrator for the first time actually was directly on my exposed clitoris. I almost hit the ceiling! I immediately stuck a finger in my vagina, not even bothering massaging either labia as I usually will do. I could feel my vagina swollen with blood and gripping at my finger. I was so turned on it was nothing like I had felt ever before. As or orgasmed my vagina relaxed a bit and I stuck a second finger inside me and furiously pistoned them in and out just grazing my G-Spot that I could barely reach. I orgasmed again feeling my abdominal muscles contract as my vagina spasmed wildly. I could feel the wet spot growing as the mattress got wetter and wetter, but I couldn't care less. I orgasmed so hard I moaned out loud, I'd never done that before, even the most intense orgasms I'd had I never uttered more than a small grunt with my exhalation.
I still felt that I had another orgasm coming and building. I was in total ecstasy with my whole body twitching from the pleasure. As my 3rd orgasm was building, without thinking I inserted a 3rd finger in myself. I had never done that before. I felt my vaginal opening stretched tight around my fingers. I'd never felt anything like it before, being stretched open. I made a tight ring around my cluster of fingers that were now jammed in me as far as I could get them. My vagina hurt ever so slightly from how wide I was forced open with no mercy, from my own fingers. As I slowly felt myself stretching to accommodate my fingers I slowly got more vigorous with my jamming them in me as far as I could possibly reach. All the while wishing they were longer to reach further inside me and better rub my G-Spot. After a few more seconds I was practically clawing at my vagina and specifically the edge of my G-Spot, trying desperately to reach deeper in me.
It only took a few seconds of this to detonate the orgasm that was boiling up in me. My hips undulated trying to allow me to reach deeper and deeper. Then my hips started involuntarily bucking wildly. I was fucking my own hand for all I was worth. Then it happened, I EXPLODED violently with an orgasm like nothing I'd ever felt before. As my vaginal muscles spasmed and hungrily grabbed at my fingers buried inside me, I could also feel my abdominal muscles almost cramping. This was another gut crushing orgasm. A second later I felt a gush of liquid blast its way out of me. It forced its way out around my fingers further stretching my already abused vagina as it hit my hand and sprayed everywhere. It sprayed my entire torso, face, hair, and I think it got a bit on the head board of my bed.
