Extremely heightened nerve sensation from penises

As far as I can tell, my current rules are:

My boobs are now permanently H cups. On my petite frame, they look extremely erotic. Nobody else can seem to remember whether or not they were always this big.

If I try to conceal any part of my legs with any clothing other than the shortest of skirts, it feels like the clothing is on fire.

I can't help but carry around a large handbag filled to the brim with vibrating toys, lewdly wrapped condoms, and other outrageous items.

Whenever I notice an erection, I move to bring it to orgasm via the most convenient method possible. If my Nasty Rating increases to 90% or higher, I become unaware of the details of rule and don't perceive my actions as abnormal.

Spanked? By who? No thank you. I'm not a kid any more.
Always wearing cum? That's probably what that means. Definitely not.
The other one then. Just don't have sex and it won't be a problem.

That's all the time I have to think before I need to lock in my decision.

'Extremely heightened nerve sensation from penises' it is.

I touch the screen, and immediately have to drop my phone.

Cumming?!

It feels incredible.

I'm cumming on a dick?!

It literally feels like I'm in heaven. This is heaven.

It feels so good!

I'm shuddering uncontrollably.

When did I...

I think I might be screaming too. I can't tell because my entire world right now is the unfathomably incredible sensation coming from my pussy.

I sat on it without even thinking didn't I?

I can't focus on a single coherent thought stream - instead several thoughts are jumbled together.

I'm having sex with Aaron.

I'm still orgasming. It feels so fucking good. I love it. It's impossible not to love something that feels this amazing.

I'm riding his dick.

I could stay feeling like this for ever and ever and ever. Sex feels so good. Orgasms feel so good!

He's taken my virginity...

The feeling of a cock in my pussy is the purest, most undiluted goodness that can possibly exist. In this moment, I am at one with my pussy, and my pussy is at one with Aaron's dick. I never want it to leave.

I'm no longer a virgin.

My legs have gone numb, so Aaron takes over, thrusting from beneath me. I bounce gently in his lap as he fucks me. It's glorious. I'm drunk on sex. I want more.

I'm a sinner.

I know I should feel bad but there's no space for negative thought. Every fibre of my soul is aflame with sexual passion. My body is effortlessly stringing together orgasm after orgasm. I'm putty in his hands. His to use as he pleases, and that's fine with me. As long as this sensation never stops.

Fuck me fuck me fuck me "fuck me fuck me!"

Oh. I'm squealing that out loud. How long have I been doing that for? Was I saying the other things out loud too?

"Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me yes yes yes yes yes!!!"

How long has it been? Ten seconds? An hour? Time means nothing when you are locked in the exact same mental state the entire time.

"I'm cumming, I'm still cumming!"

I love sex!

I'm openly weeping at this point, but they're tears of overwhelmed joy.

"Fuck me, Aaron!"

I've got no idea if I thought that or yelled it out loud.

"Cumming!" Aaron grunts as he fills me with a hot load of cum. It feels so wet, so warm, so good.

He's cumming deep inside my pussy!

I had thought I had already experienced the purest form of pleasure, but the sensation of being creampied as he spends himself inside of me brings on a new and even more brilliant euphoria as I have my final orgasm. It's somehow different. I feel a deep sense of fulfillment.

I can feel his cum rushing up... So deep inside me...

Of course there is only one thing that unadulterated euphoria can be followed by: a descent from paradise back down to crappy old reality. For Aaron and me, it's happening rapidly and rather brutally.

"Oh shit..." He mutters.

"You came inside me!" I whimper. My thinking brain is quickly finishing rebooting and regaining control. "You. Came. Inside. Me." I snarl.

"You're the one who sat on my dick all by yourself! I tried to get a condom and you stopped me, replying, and I quote, 'Not right now'."

I place a palm over my forehead. I hadn't been intending to lower myself onto his unprotected penis when I said that. That part had been automatic and outside of my awareness.

"And you're the one that jackhammered your John Thomas inside of me without pulling out, until you ejaculated!" I snap back. "This is serious. What if I get pregnant?!"

"W-well you wouldn't keep it, right? I mean... We're just 18... I just sit next to you in Latin, I'm not ready for a serious... A serious... "

Life begins at conception, obviously. If he's knocked me up, there's no going back. My life plans, and my reputation, will be dashed against the cliffs. For my sanity, I need to just assume that's not the case. For Aaron's sanity and a few Nice points... Maybe I need to continue to play the part of a sinner.

"Don't worry, I'm not some crazy man-trap. You don't have anything to worry about. If I get pregnant, I'll take care of it."

Aaron's expression visibly relaxes. He probably hasn't even noticed that there's multiple possible interpretations of that phrase.

"Thank you." He says. "And I'm sorry. It's easy to get carried away when someone as fit as you is making such sexy noises."

My first emotion is one of feeling flattered. He really likes me! Despite myself, I'm finding that touching. As one of the few people who paid attention in biology, I understand that this must be the power of oxytocin, the hormone released during sex and orgasm that promotes bonding and affection. But just because I understand the chemical reactions going on in my brain, that doesn't make me immune to them. In this moment, Aaron almost looks attractive.

My second emotion is anxiety. "What noises?!" I squeak. "No, don't tell me." I truly don't want to know.

Damage control time, Dawn.

What's the most important thing now? Preserving my reputation. And that means returning to the party before anybody notices we're missing.

I pull myself up off Aaron's slowly deflating manhood, unintentionally stimulating myself once again as it slides out. This 'extremely heightened nerve sensation' is no joke. It feels so good that it takes immense self-control not to lower myself back down just so that I can feel him inside me some more.

Oh god... I want his cock again so badly already...

I try not to reflect on how that's the most whorish thought I've ever had, and proceed with a rapid cleanup. One quick tissue wipe later, I am swinging my handbag over my shoulder and heading for the door.

"Don't people normally, um, talk for a bit after doing it? At least for a little bit?" Aaron asks quietly.

"We have to get back out there before people realise we're up here doing this." I say with some urgency, beckoning him to follow me.

"You're ashamed of being seen with me." Aaron says, dejected.

"It's different for girls than it is with boys. My reputation is at stake." I try to explain kindly, but there's an element of frustration in my voice that I can't hide.

Aaron mumbles something too quietly for me to hear every word, but I make out the word 'reputation'.

Grabbing the dolt by the hand, I have to literally pull him towards the door, and he continues to somewhat drag his heels.

I open the door, and immediately about 25 people filling the hallway break into a loud round of applause, and start whooping, cheering and wolf-whistling.

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