Pillow Humping Story 1 – Angela

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Hello, my name is Angela, and this is the story of how and why I got involved with pillow humping.

I still vividly remember the first time I had an orgasm from humping my pillow. It was so intense and liberating that the memory of that feeling will last with me forever. Don’t get me wrong, every time I masturbate using my pillow is phenomenal, but nothing will replace that first time. Not only was it the first time I ever experienced an orgasm from humping my pillow, it was the first time I ever experienced an orgasm in general.

I was a young girl of 16 at the time (I’m 28 now) just starting to experiment having sex with my boyfriend and first love. Before we had went all the way we did everything else, blow jobs, him going down on me, him fingering me until his fingers were dripping wet with my vaginal lubricant, and me stroking his cock up and down until it erupted with seaman. I loved doing sexual things with him and found myself initiating it just as much, if not more, than he was. It was so exciting for us; we were both our firsts for everything. Each time we did something sexual together we had big beaming smiles on our faces, we would get each other off so erotically though that those smiles would soon turn to grunts and moans.

Girl humping her pillow

For us there was a whole untapped world of sexual experience to indulge in. Each time we pushed the limits further and further. I remember sneaking into a porta potty at one of our high school football games and giving him such a vigorous and wild blow job, it was like I was starving, hadn’t eaten in weeks, and his penis was a full course meal. The look of satisfaction on his face after cumming in my mouth is so memorable, but the memory of how big his eyes got after he saw me swallow his seaman down my throat and lick my lips is even more vivid.

Then there was finally losing my V-Card, a moment I had such high expectations for that I actually psyched myself out into thinking it was good. Me and the BF had both discussed having sex, and instead of being spontaneous about it we planned a date when we would do it. It was on a day that his parents were out of town for the weekend and he had the house to himself. In the weeks leading up to it we had watched a lot of porn together, a lot more than usual, we would discuss how amazing it will feel to try those positions, and how hard I’ll be screaming from pleasure. I was nervous and excited at the same time, but more horny and ready for it to happen than anything.

The big day finally came and we started things off as usual, him lying down on his back with his head on the pillow, and me over him with my ass in his face and mouth on his penis. I was sucking him off and he was eating me out. It felt so amazing that I didn’t want it to stop, but he said he would cum soon if we don’t. So we switched positions and I got on my back. The moment was finally about to happen. We didn’t use a condom because we planned for him to pull out and cum on my stomach. He slid it in and started moving in and out, at first it felt uncomfortable and I told him to stop and go really slow. After a while it started feeling a little bit better but still kind of painful. I was looking at his face and he was in bliss. I guess my warm juices surrounding and engulfing his penis was too much for him because after about 3 minutes he pulled out and came all over me. And that was it, that was my first time having sex, I didn’t want to believe it, I was hoping for an act to mimic the erotic porn we watched, I was hoping to experience what an orgasm was like, but instead I was left wondering if it will always be like this.

We had sex many more times in the proceeding weeks and months. It did get better and so did he at controlling his ejaculation. I started to love having sex, it went perfectly along as another accessory to the other sexual acts we were doing. I was deeply in love with my BF and was glad to be experiencing him in sexual ways. But at the same time something in the back of my head kept telling me there has to be more to it. Sex and other acts with him, although exciting in the moment, felt like they left me unsatisfied. I knew he was satisfied and getting off each time, but I had never experienced an orgasm with him, or even from using my own fingers for that matter.

Then everything changed one Saturday morning when I slept in. My parents and sister were out shopping and I had the house to myself. I usually went to sleep either in boy shorts or my panties and shirt, bra less. That is how I woke up this specific morning. I was feeling really horny for some reason and started playing with myself. I was laying on my stomach with my ass in the air and my fingers rubbing my clit and pussy. I had never masturbated this way before but something about doing it in that position felt extra good. I was rubbing my tits against my pillow while vigorously rubbing my clit around in rapid circles. I was getting so wet that my panties were literally soaked to the point they were see through. I never experienced pleasure like this before, not even when I was with my boyfriend. I knew exactly what spot to keep rubbing with my fingers to keep, and even heighten, the sexual sensation I was feeling shoot all over my body. My ass was in the air, my face in one pillow, and my tits rubbing on my other pillow.

I was in pure ecstasy, moans were starting to escape my mouth without my sheer will, they were natural and getting louder. The sexual feeling now was almost overwhelming and I just wanted to release from it. I was starting to think I should stop because I can’t take anymore, but then a natural impulsive instinct drove me to do something wild. Without even thinking, I grabbed the pillow that my breast was pushed up against and slid it in between my legs. I then started grinding my pussy on it in fast motions, I was moving so fast and so intensely that it felt like I was disconnected from my body. As my arousal got heavier and higher the feeling in my body returned to encompass all of me. I was feeling sexual energy spread from my clit, through every vain and shoot through all of my body to my lips, hair, and fingertips. I knew I couldn’t stop, I knew I had to keep going, harder and harder I was humping my pillow. Faster and faster I was humping my pillow.

The friction of my pillow rubbing my pussy through my panties felt better than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. I eventually got to the point where I knew something was about to happen, something great, I couldn’t breathe, my heart was beating a million beats a second, and my legs started to buckle and tremble. I was shaking all over and gasping for air, my moaning had gotten so loud that for sure my parents would of heard me all the way downstairs if they’d been home. This was it, this is what orgasm felt like. It was the most intense amazing feeling I’d ever felt. It was much more than anything I’d ever imagined it to be. My whole pussy was pulsating, I was convulsing and shaking. My legs felt like they were being electrocuted. I was in bliss, deep bliss. After it was all done I lay on my bed, relaxed, feeling my heart beat, listening to my deep breaths in and out. I knew, I knew from that point on that I will always make time in my life to hump my pillow. To this day the best orgasms I ever achieve are brought on from having sex with my pillow. No man has ever been able to come close to satisfy the intensity I get from pillow humping.  I don’t think that any man ever will.

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