I’ve had a weekend of cock fever.
Saturday I went for a brief few hours to the Masturbate-A-Thon (strictly as a representative of the CSC). While masturbation is certainly a pleasure I partake in often– masturbating in front of a group of people is not something I would say I am into. For an hour or so, I stood on the outs, looking in– a giant room of men, there was a serious lack of women– or they were just all in the Women’s only area– but when a friend of mine arrived I joined him in the main room.
The room– always beautiful and comfortable– was set in a circular shape with lots of sheet covered mats, and cushions and pillow in the middle. Being in the room was instantly different than being on the outside looking in. I could feel the cock energy.
I was the only woman sitting there– fully clothed mind you– there is no policy on clothing. I sat there with my male friend and surveyed the scene– matching the faces I saw go in the room – to the cock. The room had an array of men and an array of cock. While all the men may not have been handsome with six pack abs– there were certainly some beautiful cocks and some amazingly, wonderfully strange personalities who have the urge to stroke their beautiful cocks in a room full of other people– and boy do I like to watch men stroke– I just have never done so like this.
I was in a cock candy shop!
Thick ones, long stuck hard to the belly ones, bronzed ones, shaved ones, pierced ones, deliciously curved ones, long, small, fat, barely there, solid as a rock and never going anywhere ones.
I love when a cock is so hard it is glued to a mans belly– it just makes me want to slide my tits around that solid shaft feeling the hardness surrounded by my softness– flesh dichotomies.
That familiar warmth began to rise in me, hearing women cumming from the other room, daydreaming about wrapping my tits and mouths around so many cocks– I was officially excited! Wet and mouth watering. Hungry.
I decide to take a trip to the women’s only area– where what sounded like several women was actually only one woman being pleasured by two others.
“Would you like to help?”
“Of course, I would.” That’s what librarians do.
Between her legs sat a woman wielding a hitachi, rumbling on her pussy, the other two of us caressed, twisted and pinched and handled her tits to orgasm. It was nice, her tits felt good and soft– but– you know me- I wanted more cock…
Back in the room I tell my friend and the cock sitting next to me what was taking place in the other room. Being back in that room full cock– the two sitting next me– I could instantly feel the blood rush from brain to my cunt. I drifted into visions of laying on the completely empty cushions in the middle of room and masturbating for all this cock. I thought about how if there was a private area I may have masturbated for, at least my friend- or maybe more than just him. Thoughts of how impossible it would be to only masturbate and not be able to touch, suck, stroke and fuck all of that cock…
The time was clicking away, my body temperature was rising, I knew I had only minutes before I had to depart for other plans. I knew I was going to have to completely switch gears from cock dreams to not– or at least I would have to fake it.
I took myself away, said my goodbyes, but on the drive to pick up friends I was sure pondering how to bag my plans and go back for at least one orgasm. Alas, I let the dreams of cock fade, only a bit, enough to function– thoughts of cock never fade completely.
For the days following and still- every man I see I imagine his cock, perhaps not too far off normal behavior for me, but at the gym yesterday there were so many men all lined up in row, on stationary bikes, on treadmills, on ellipticals, stretching, bending and flexing their muscles all those beautiful cocks, all in a row.
What’s interesting is I think all this cock fever has set me into heat. Damned if I didn’t start my period a week early– bloody cock slut.