Chapter 2 – Famous and Wide Open

After that first time with a finger deep inside me, my mind was never the same again. It felt like a door had been opened from within, and what came out was pure fire. For days, I kept remembering the sensation, but it wasn’t pain. It was longing. Longing for that pressure, that heat, that pleasure that made my eyes roll back and my whole body tremble.

I became obsessed. I touched myself every night. Lying on my stomach, sticking my ass up, licking my finger, sliding it in slowly and moaning softly. My skin would shiver, my pussy throbbed just from that stimulation. I discovered the deeper I went, the more intense the climax. I ended up using a hairbrush handle, a wooden spoon, even a remote control. Anything that could stretch that greedy hole a little more.

And it wasn’t just me who noticed. The rumors started, the whispers, the stares. The girl with the thick ass who lets you finger her. The one who moans when her cheeks are spread. The one who cums just from a tongue there. My nickname became a dirty legend. And honestly? I loved it.

I could have hidden. Pretended to be shy. But no. I showed off. I wore tight shorts, no panties, letting my ass cheeks bounce with every step. I bent over on purpose. Crossed my legs slowly. Let them look, let them comment, let them want. Because the more they desired me, the wetter I got.

I started bending over in random places. In the hallway, in the yard, even behind a tree. All it took was a mood, a glance, a heavier breath, and I’d pull my panties to the side and whisper: “stick your finger in.” Sometimes two. Sometimes more. One even put three in at once, making me cum screaming, legs shaking, my whole body pulsing.

Tongues became another weapon. There were guys who knelt behind me just to lick. They’d spread me open, bury their face, stay there, drooling, licking, swirling their tongue like they were sipping honey straight from the jar. And I’d lose myself. Cumming against the wall, biting my arm, two fingers in my pussy while that filthy tongue worked me.

My mouth became legend. Sucking cock turned into a habit. I wanted all of them. Short, long, thick, thin. I’d take it as deep as I could, let drool drip, make noise on purpose. Fill my mouth, moan with it all the way inside, and when I felt it pulse, I’d go faster. They’d cum like crazy, many without warning. I swallowed everything. Always. And if they came on my face? I’d lick it like a happy slut.

I already had it mapped in my head: who came quick, who lasted longer, who had a good smell, who liked having their balls in my mouth. One taught me a new way, lying down with his ass up. He put me on all fours, licked me, and said: “don’t stop until I cum.” I didn’t stop. He came trembling.

That’s when a neighbor got involved. He looked polite, but the bulge in his pants gave him away. He teased me with his eyes but didn’t make a move. So I did.

I went to his house with some lame excuse. Threw myself on his couch, legs wide open, nothing underneath. His eyes widened, looked away, but his cock was already hard. One day, I gave him that smile like I knew exactly what I wanted and said, "You’re always undressing me with your eyes... now pull that out. I want to see that hard cock you hide so much."

He stuttered, but pulled it out. His cock jumped out, thick, veiny, hot. My eyes sparkled. I grabbed it with both hands and started stroking. Licked just the tip, then all the way down. He moaned. And he came. Hard. All over my face. Jet after jet. And I laughed. Grabbed the cum with my fingers, spread it on my face, on my breasts, and licked it all.

That became routine. Every afternoon was a show. He licked me, I rode him, he came. Sometimes on my face. Sometimes in my mouth. Some days he came just from rubbing. Some days he’d leave me breathless from licking.

But one day he wanted more. He grabbed me hard, bent me over the carpet, and started fucking. Raw. Strong. Direct. It hurt. It burned. But I didn’t stop. I moaned, pushed back, let him in. He held me tight and said: “open up more, you filthy girl.” And I did. Opened until I came. He kept going until I melted. When he came, it was explosive. Hot jets filling me up. I lay there, smiling.

I walked home slowly. But my body was pulsing. And the need? Only grew.

That neighbor became my private addiction. I’d present myself to him like a bitch in heat. Knew exactly what he liked. When he showed up hard, I was already on all fours. Sometimes he started licking my pussy, sliding in two fingers, then turning to the other side. When he took me from behind, hard, while I touched myself, it was double orgasm. I shook, screamed, thrashed.

I learned my pleasure wasn’t just a want. It was hunger. It was obsession. When he didn’t come, I’d take care of myself. Ride a brush, grind on the couch, cum on the floor with a finger deep inside. I needed it. It was like breathing.

And I got wider. Literally. I could take more. Thick cock didn’t hurt anymore. I asked for it. When it was thin, I barely felt it. I wanted to be opened up, stretched, fucked until I cried. I had orgasms so intense I’d pee a little. I even passed out from pleasure.

My fame exploded. They called me slut, walking hole, toy. And me? I laughed. Loved it. Being called wide open was a compliment. Because they knew that once they were inside me, they didn’t come out the same.

It wasn’t love. It wasn’t affection. It was climax. It was cum. It was me spreading my legs, arching my ass, smiling with my mouth full and saying, “come on, fuck me until you cum.”

And they came. All of them. And I gave. Always. No shame. No limits. Because that’s how I am. Greedy. Wide open. Famous. And no one cums just once with me.