Brazzers – Diary Of A Horny Little Slut

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Day 69 of quarantine. Shaved-haired super babe Honey Gold hasn’t seen a human dick in over two months and the lady is H-O-R-N-Y… and the vibrator won’t cut it. As a last resort, she calls the pizza place and requests her pizza to be delivered ASAP, hoping the delivery person is cute. Thank the lord, the delivery guy is none other than hot stud Xander Corvus and Honey is eager to eat his… dick! He will either feed it to her or… well, she’s not gonna give him another option. Sit back and snack as you watch Honey’s wet little pussy get railed by Xander’s big, hard cock until the tattooed hottie gets the facial that she so eagerly craves!

I’d masturbate every morning before I even got out of bed. The first thing I’d do when I got home from school was to masturbate. When I drove dad’s old, rusty Chevy truck to school, I’d take the vibrator along, so I could get off while I drove. The very last thing I did before I went to sleep was to buzz myself into oblivion, cumming over and over until I was exhausted. This is a habit that I still practice to this very day.

However proud I may have been at the fact that I could make myself orgasm twenty or thirty times each day, I was still a social outcast. I was shunned due to the fact that my parents were pagan, hippie swingers in a tiny town of Bible-thumping, small-minded cretins. While other girls my age were getting pregnant or fighting off Johnny Quarterback in the back seat of his car, I hadn’t even kissed a boy. I also had very few friends, only one friend, actually.

My best and only friend, Jennifer, Jen for short, was a typical high school vixen, one year older than me. She was sweet, funny, nice, and shared several of the same interests as me. She also thought my parents were “cool” and spent a lot of time at my home because her parents were always at each other’s throats over their mutual infidelities. The fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree, but that’s another story.

Jen was also sexy beyond her years. While my family, on both sides, are notorious late-bloomers, she was fully endowed with the physical attributes of sexy womanhood. Although I had a spectacular ass from constant hiking and recklessly riding my minibike, my budding breasts were barely nubs at that point. The titty-fairy blessed her with spectacular full, round, high, pert breasts; the hotness-fairy bestowed upon her shapely legs and round hips.

Unlike my carrot-red hair that loved to change hues randomly, depending on the amount of sunlight it caught, Jen had big, long, wavy, mocha hair that set off her smooth and deep skin tone. My skin tone was a pallid, goth, pale and mottled color, speckled with ugly freckles that made it look like I didn’t know how to wash the dirt and grime off my body. Needless to say, Jen was quite popular with boys at school, the men in town, and even the college boys. She always had at least one boyfriend and three or four hovering around in the friend zone.

To my virginal eyes, she was quite experienced. Because we were friends, we talked about boys, sex, all the typical girl-talk. One night, over popcorn, drinking herbal tea, far more inebriated than young women should be, Jen was describing her most recent boyfriend and their escapades.

“Then he put his finger in me and banged me for what seemed like forever. It felt so good. We were kissing the whole time.”