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Things were not going well. Not for me. I was retrenched from my job, I did not have a boyfriend, and the worst was that I was now penniless. I tried online dating but the guys were all jokers. The only thing they were thinking of was my little pussy. My pussy... That was the last thing I was going to give away in a relationship. I would never sleep with a man until I knew them inside out. Who didn't know what ran in every man's mind? They always think of pussy. Be it a politician, a reverend or anyone. They see a girl walking they see pussy...
My name is Lisa, and I am 24 years old. I started depending on myself when my dad left my mom for a young petite lady. My mom never recovered from that. I still sent her a few coins when I succeeded in getting some money. After all, she was my mum, the woman who carried me for nine good months, plus took care of me as I grew up.
Jose. I had loved that guy. I couldn't believe things would be like this. Jose had been my boyfriend and the only love I had ever had. We had dreams of a life in paradise. He'd been a god in bed. He knew how to make me feel like a woman. He knew how to use his hands, his tongue and his dick. I missed him, but he had told me plainly that he was not much into girls. He loved boys. I remember the last few weeks we were together. Jose wasn't the spontaneous guy I knew. He was not aroused by the sight of my ass anymore. He was no longer interested in my pussy. Then one day I found him in the bathroom watching a video and wanking. It was a gay video. I asked him what that meant. He confessed to me that he recently cheated, with a guy. That the sweetness he felt in that guy's ass was unlike anything he felt in my pussy. He was officially gay, he said. It couldn't work between us. I am yet to recover from this heartbreak.
Since then, I learned to satisfy my pussy. I got myself a dildo and a vibrator. Every time I felt horny, I would go to the privacy of my room and give my pussy a massage. It was awkward at first, but with time, I got used to it. I was not ready to get heartbroken again so my tools were the only company I needed.
I sat back on my toilet seat and spread my legs. My clit was throbbing and I had to give it its remedy. Although I was stressed, this pussy seemed to work on its own. It was like it was not part of me. I was stressed yet here it was throbbing. I was as horny as fuck. I pushed out a little pee. I liked doing that before masturbating. It heightened the feeling and made me cum quickly. I then slowly started massaging my boobs. They were sensitive. I moaned, and with another hand, I started massaging my clit...
After rubbing my pussy for about one minute I took my vibrator, switched it on and placed it on my clit. My body shook. There was something this vibrator always did to me. It massaged my pussy, unlike any other toy. I moaned as the vibrator massaged my clit. I leaned back and spread my thighs wider. I whimpered and moaned as heavy juices started leaking out of my pussy. I then took my dildo and started sucking it, making it wet, before inserting it into my pussy. The pussy was so wet that the dildo entered without any trouble. One hand was holding the vibrator gently placed on my clit and the other was pushing the dildo in and out of my pussy. It did not take long for me to orgasm. I whimpered as my body was shaken from the strong orgasm. My pussy was now smeared with my pussy juices. I relaxed for about three minutes before pulling myself together and heading to bed. I would shower later.
I liked the scent of my dried juices. Its smell always made me horny. I slept for more than three hours. Shit, was I exhausted from just masturbating...?
One morning as I was perusing over my laptop I heard a knock at my door. I was just in my shorts -no panties- and bra. I just threw a T-shirt and opened the door. It was Eric. Eric was a long-time friend of mine. He had convinced me that he was a gay-bottom and he would never erect at the sign of a naked lady. I welcomed him in and went back to my laptop. He had a little paper bag and told me it was some breakfast. All I needed to prepare was tea. On seeing how lazy I was that morning, Eric took it upon himself to prepare the tea. Within ten minutes, we were sipping tea and samosas, my favorite. Eric knew what I loved...
After tea, we talked about many things. He finally started talking about a lady friend he had. She was new in town and needed a place before she got her shit together. As I was jobless for now, she would try to cover the expenses as best as she could. I thought about it. Sharing was good; if she was ready to stand in on all expenses, I was for it. But now, what of my privacy? Did it mean I would not be able to give my beloved pussy its treat?
After thinking about the lady in question, I concluded that having her living with me was more of an advantage. She would be a great help until I secured a job. About my pleasures, I would find a solution. Even if it meant doing it in front of her, I was going to pleasure myself. Eric told me he would bring her in the day. He left speaking over the phone to his boyfriend.
According to him, he loved his boyfriend and was not thinking about cheating. At some point, I had asked him how he was satisfied sexually. I believed that the top, the guy who fucked him, was the one getting all the pleasures. Then how did he orgasm? Eric had laughed. He told me it was hard for me to understand. If there was nothing enjoyable in being a bottom, then he would not be in this relationship. I asked him if he got hard. He said yes. He always got hard when he was being fucked. I left it at that. It was clear I would not understand. On seeing my confusion, Eric told me I should find a day and go watch them fuck. Maybe then I would understand. I waved away at the suggestion.
At around 11 am I heard another knock at my door. It was hot so I had removed the T-shirt I was wearing. I was in my bra and shorts. I was a bit sweaty too. I got the door and Eric walked in followed by a slim lady. She was a bit light-skinned and somehow beautiful. More beautiful than I was, I noticed. I welcomed her and Eric introduced us. She was Lilly. She worked as a clerk in a construction firm and they had been given a contract around our town. The project was about building some government offices. She told me about her challenge to find a place and I told her not to worry. My house was as good as hers now. She smiled. Eric excused himself and left. I knew his boyfriend was not working today so I did not have to ask where he was going.
I helped Lilly move her things into my house and by 4 pm we were all done. She looked at me and smiled. "Hey, you can't imagine how grateful I am. Am glad you took me in." she then gave me a tight hug. I was all sweaty and I was worried my smell might repulse her. I was surprised she was taking long breaths as if being on my chest was making her relax. She held me for about two whole minutes before letting go.
We took showers; she did not mind me changing in front of her. She complimented my petite figure, saying I had some lovely boobs. I just laughed. I would try and get used to her. I was shy in front of everyone...
Then night came...
Lilly had not brought a bed so we would have to share mine. It was a 4 by 6 bed so we would sleep quite comfortably. We took our supper talking about everything Ladies talked about. She hated long dresses and skirts. This time of the year was too hot for such clothes. She disliked thongs, though she said they looked sexy on someone else. She loved watching ladies in thongs. She told me a lot about herself.
