Everyone Is Obsessed

My dreams are full of pure lust. Nothing but sex and mindless orgasms, driven by the sights and sounds of others enjoying their pleasure as much as I do. Sometimes in my dreams I am a girl, and other times I am a boy. Whether I’m blessed with a dripping pussy or an aching cock, I touch myself throughout. There will be people all around me, losing themselves in the act of masturbation, both in private and public. The dreams are not much different from reality, where the world has found peace amongst its new sex-obsessed nature. No one can keep their hands off of themselves for very long. Things still get done, of course, but there are large communities, mainly full of the wealthy elite who never have to worry about work or money, where they spend all day and all night making themselves and each other cum for hours on end. 

I wake up after one of those juicy dreams, legs shaking as I’m greeted to an early morning orgasm. “Ngh!” I moan cheerfully, hips thrusting into my panties as cum drains from my pink pussy. I lose myself in the feeling for a moment, adrenaline making my heart race. Once I’ve quieted down, I’m greeted by the sound of someone outside my window cumming loudly as well. When I look, I see Larry, my next door neighbor, with his hand over the crotch of his pants. His eyes roll back slightly when I give him a smile, happy that someone else could enjoy the moments of me waking from my slumber.

“Good morning Larry!” I call to him, sitting on my knees so he can get an eye full of my exposed breasts. I jiggle them around for him a bit.

He groans again, palming the tent in his slacks even harder. His free hand holds the mail he’s probably just gone and retrieved, but it quickly drops to the ground when I start to spread my legs and stand, giving him a show of how my juices cling to my panties as I pull them down slowly in a teasing way. He unbuckles his pants, licking his lips as he sets to masturbating himself once more. I moan out again, scooping some of my cum to my mouth in a lewd way. 

Larry and I jerk off for each other furiously, both only lasting about a minute before he’s shooting jizz into the grass and I’m squirting hard onto my bedsheets.

“Mmh,” Larry says, “What a good start to the day, eh?”

I giggle, still out of breath from my second orgasm of the day. It will definitely not be the last.

After a quick shower, and sending cute videos to my friends of my soapy tits, I change into my school uniform, adding of course my favorite pair of vibrating panties. I gave my best guy friend the remote last week, and he promised to give me a good run starting today. Not long after I’ve texted him a picture up my skirt of the purple underwear, it comes to life. I squeal and text him that he’s too impatient for his own good. He sends me back a picture of his boner in his slacks and I feel butterflies in my stomach.

His name is Shawn, and he has the biggest dick in our class. Not only that, but he knows how to use it too. We haven’t had sex yet, only swapped naughty pictures, and one time he fingered me on the back of the bus until I peed, but hopefully that will change soon. 

I eat breakfast in a trance, since Shawn keeps the panties vibrations at a medium setting the entire time. My step-father notices my distraction, but he’s too preoccupied flipping through his morning porno mag to comment on it.

On my walk to school, I pass people all in varying states of masturbation and sex. One couple dry humps against a parked car, while another gropes each other roughly at a bus stop. The panties continue to vibrate and I feel my pussy start to drip wetness down my legs when I stop and appreciate the sights for a moment. After crossing the street, I pass a mailman pushing a cart with some kind of fleshlight attachment where the handle would have been. He moans loudly as the toy sucks his cock in and he’s forced to thrust to keep up and push the cart. His concentration breaks momentarily to admire the jut of my breasts in my too-tight shirt. 

“Uhhuh,” he groans mindlessly, diverging from his path for a moment to drool over my nipples poking from under the fabric.

As if he knows what’s going on, Shawn ramps the vibrations up almost to the highest setting, and I cry out, dropping to my knees in what looks to be a submissive position. People begin to gather around me and the mailman, both moaning back and forth at each other like animals. There are camera flashes and exposed cocks and pussies all around, making me so happy to be exposed in this way. My pussy flutters, clit throbbing as I approach my third orgasm of the day. It’s not even eight o’clock! What a good day it is.

“Look at her…”

“What a nice slut…”

“Got something naughty in your panties, eh girl?”

“Yes!” I shout, convulsing with pleasure. “Yes, yes, yes! Use me! Use me for your pleasure!” 

The mailman curses, cumming hard into his toy, so much that his seed spills out on either sides. “Ohhh yeah,” he groans, “Unnnghhhh, uhhuh yeah, just like that…”

The vibrations suddenly cut off, and I have to try not to cry. After taking a moment to catch my breath, I stand on shaky legs and make my way back to the route. No doubt I will be late now, but it’s worth it for the perverted looks I get from the other pedestrians still fondling themselves to the sight of me and the mailman.

When I get to school, my panties are soaking wet. I can hardly even remember which classroom I’m supposed to be going to. Because of the new state of the world, all of the oldest students get a building to themselves, so I’m not worried about getting written up for indecent exposure. Technically it’s still against school rules to pursue lewd activities during school hours, but it isn’t too heavily enforced by anyone except Mrs. Ryder. Even then, she gives write-ups with a quirked smile on her face, untucked dick poking straight up from underneath her dress. She also leads a club of Self Enjoyment after school, where she teaches the trans students how to enjoy their pleasure despite gender dysphoria.

On cue, one of her club leaders, Lane, approaches me on my stumbling walk down the halls. 

“Hey Morgan,” he says happily. “Having a good morning so far?”

I give him a wobbly smile and nod. “Mhmm…”

He grins wider, taking in the wetness on my legs and the flush on my cheeks. “Do you want a hand with that? The homeroom teacher isn’t coming in today, so we don’t have a sub just yet.”

He takes my arm and leads me into the classroom where most of the students have already sat, and half are either making out or masturbating at their desks. A few of them groan in our general direction, since Lane doesn’t wait until we’re seated to cup my pussy right through my skirt. I hop up onto the teacher’s desk and spread my legs, catching Shawn’s eye from where he’s stood in the front of the room. Him, along with the rest of the class, watch with devoted attention as Lane sinks to his knees and begins to lap at my cunt through the panties.

“Ah! Ah, Lane! Just like that!” 

It’s no secret that Lane is one of the best pussy eaters around. Most of the trans boys are anyway, and some of the boys who aren’t will even pay them to give tutorials on how best to pleasure a needy cunt.

The vibrations start up again at a low setting, and my back arches in surprise.

“Sh-shawwwwwn,” I whine.

Lane chuckles, kissing my fluttering lips. “So Shawn’s the one controlling this kitty. What a lucky guy… Morgan, you should’ve just called me if you needed to cum so bad.”

I giggle around another whine. Trans or not, these boys are so competetive. I’ve gained recognition among them as one of the best girls to fuck, since I can pretty much cum over and over with no breaks. Right now, I can feel my orgasm fast approaching, and my legs tighten around Lane’s head to inform him of it too.

“Yeah, there you go,” Lane says into my cunt, kissing and slurping the juices that continue to leak steadily. “Let the whole class hear you cum on my tongue.”

“Ffffffuuuuhuuuuhhhckk,” I moan as that blessed third orgasm finally hits me. But of course that’s not enough for them. I hear Shawn mumble something to himself before the vibrations turn all the way up to the max. “FUCK! Fuckfuckfuck SHAWWWWWWN,” I shout, hips twitching uncontrollably. It would almost hurt if it didn’t feel so good, being forced into another orgasm right after that one.

Lane is groaning beneath me, and my classmates pant and moan too, the sounds of pussies getting fingered and cocks being pumped filling the space. I look to my right and see Shawn has his dick hanging out of his pants, so heavy it can’t even hold itself up. He lets the precum drip onto the floor, smirking when he catches me looking. I open my mouth, wishing he can hear my internal wishes to have that delicious cock in my mouth, but unable to speak through the tremors shaking me to my core. 

The vibrations on my clit are too much, paired with Lane’s unrelenting tongue lapping at my hole, so hard he’s pushing the cloth of my underwear into it. I cum again, squirting this time and clutching my breasts.

A few others shoot off at the same time, and while I’m catching my breath, I see Lane stand to lick his lips, covered in my cum. He shoves a hand down his pants to finger himself to completion, free hand braced next to my head as he simulates fucking me with his nonexistent cock. 

I smile lazily at him. A good morning to me indeed

I hope you enjoyed this story!! Let me know if anyone would like a part two. There is so much that can be explored within this world where everyone loves to masturbate and cum and make each other cum so much. Happy jacking and jilling ^_^