As part of my research I placed a few inconspicuous paper adverts, just to see what would be sent back. Most of it was either dull or pure fantasy. There was one anonymous letter that came from a woman in Melbourne, Australia. This is her story.
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I understand if you find this story difficult to believe, I can barely believe it myself. But the following is fact not fiction, this really did happen. On O-Day I hadn't been in the best of states. The summer was over and winter was about to set in, and at the risk of sounding like a complete loser, I hadn't had sex in months. The past few guys I'd been with were total dipsticks. We basically hooked up for sex, and gradually over time I would get ignored, eventually ending up a glorified cum bucket, a fleshlight that didn't need cleaning.
They were also pretty ugly fuckers. I don't know if you've noticed, but my self esteem was pretty low, I wasn't getting the cream of the crop. I'd resigned to my fate, it sounds shallow, but I realised I'd never fuck a hot guy. I'm pretty average looking. I can scrub up pretty good, but I was never going to bed a guy that had me gushing.
Now this next bit is pretty much going to give the game away, but bear with me, at some point I've got to introduce my neighbour Glenn. He lived in the apartment across the hall, he was my secret weapon. If I was struggling to get over the edge, I thought of Glenn. He acted as jump leads for my libido. I wanted him so badly, but so did a lot of women. He had girls throwing themselves at him routinely. Surprisingly he didn't abuse the power he had over women, because not only was he gorgeous, but he was also a pretty nice guy. That didn't mean he couldn't be broken. He was a man after all, and every few weeks a woman would get to him. Every time I heard the familiar cries through the walls, I'd masturbate, knowing he was hard and ready to cum, wishing he'd give it to me.
I didn't notice the early signs as I'd been horny all evening. Despite the impending winter gloom it was actually a pleasant evening, so I was lightly dressed in an over-sized t-shirt, nothing else. I like my legs, they're a little stumpy, but not fat. I was settling down for the night, it was gone 11pm and I was reading a book. I planned a quickie but nothing more, so I was gently grazing my pussy, just getting it warmed up, that's how I missed the warning signs.
I wasn't doing anything differently, but I remember thinking it felt really nice. I was surprised I was turned on so quickly, and within moments I felt like I'd been wanking for hours. Suddenly a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure crashed though me, and I squealed in a mixture of shock and delight. Normally when you're in the middle of an orgasm, you barely notice the throbbing, mainly because you're too busy feeling awesome. That day I noticed it, because they pounded through me. I don't know if it was a conscious decision or not, but I got pretty loud. I remember writhing on my bedroom floor, hand between my legs, just wailing. I must have been squirting, I didn't see it at the time and I'd never done it before, but during the clean-up I was finding streams of the stuff a couple of feet from where I'd been lying.
I'd always felt a little sorry for guys, they get one shot and that's it. There's no subtlety to the male orgasm, that's why it was so strange knowing I'd squirted. I love how the internalisation of the female orgasm. With guys they have the whole ejaculation thing going on. Sure its useful from a biological standpoint, but in terms of pure sexual gratification it's a fucking nightmare. Unless he's buried in your cooch, you never know where it's going to go, and the clean-up sucks. Don't get me started on rinsing cum out your hair! I've digressed a little, what I was trying to say is that for the first time I noticed something was different about this orgasm. Up until that point I'd been enjoying the ride, but I soon noticed it wasn't ending, I just kept cumming. This wouldn't have happened to a guy.
I was still wailing like a fucking idiot when my eyes opened for a split second and I noticed Glenn standing over me. He seemed concerned, I must have looked possessed or something. I just stared back at him as I fucked my hand, then my eyes drifted to his erect cock. I was pretty gutted to see a large quantity of semen dripping from his dick, he'd already cum.
My immediate thought was to grab him before he lost his erection. I had no self control, but somehow I managed to force my self to my feet. I stumbled over to him, growled "I need to borrow that," and pointed at his cock.
