****(This story has no one under the age of eighteen years old)****
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At twenty-two years of age, I was bored; which is never a good thing for someone like me to be. I went through every book I bought and checked out from the library; all young adult fiction. I couldn't trust myself to read normal romances or anything with adult content. It would turn me on at the drop of a hat. I also tired of the innocent video games and various other harmless hobbies that I had picked up. I refused to watch television; even the commercials were dangerous for me. I was becoming restless and all the signs were there; I was about to fall off the celibate wagon.
I could go to a support group meeting, of course, but the stories the members told had me wetter than any porno that I had ever watched. The fact that they were real and not made up nearly had me ready to spread my legs and flood the place with my cum. By the time the meeting was over, I'd set out to corrupt a fellow member. I would drag him to the side of the building and with a flash of my pussy; I would get filled without another word. Needless to say, I realized I could no longer seek help there.
I honestly wanted help...I did. Unfortunately, at the age of thirteen, I discovered my father's dirty magazines, movies, and my mother's "toys". It started from there. By the time I was eighteen and ready to graduate high school, I was having sex at least three times a day. Afterwards, I would come home and masturbate myself in various ways until my pussy was numb or sore.
I was careful, though. I had to be. My dad was the chief of police and was well known in the community. My mother was a very nice and social person; lonely from all the nights her husband spent away at work. Our family was the epitome of the American dream family on the outside. On the inside, my mother drank heavily and my father...well, I didn't learn what his vice was until much later. I'll save that story for another time.
At first, I didn't think I had a problem. I mean I wasn't out on the street with my skirt hiked up, trying to give it away. I just enjoyed sex more than the norm. I had no real preferences of partners; a willing cock or mouth suited me just fine as long as I got off.
I have no boyfriend; a regular relationships always eluded me because of my problem. I tried to be honest with one guy named Gary but he thought it was cool...until he caught me fucking his father in the bathroom at the dinner party they threw. So, I try to stay away from those types of situations that led to disaster.
Tonight, my body tingled and ached for something...anything. I looked out my apartment window and saw a man jogging with no shirt on and some thin shorts. I became wet just from the sight. Suddenly, I could visualize his cock bouncing up and down with sweat trickling down his ball sac. My hands immediately found its way into my pajama pants and without any awareness. I began to rub my clit in quick flicking motions until I felt the tale-tale waves of a climax I'd kept myself from having for over six months. I groaned loudly at my failure and how good it felt at the same time.
