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I was driving on my way back from visiting my Mom at her rest home. I had thought that I to make it all the way back in one go, but I was still about half an hour from home and I really needed to pee. I pulled my car into a lay-by, stopping for a moment to watch the setting sun over a small lake, I looked about, nobody else was near at all, I quickly moved to a stand of trees and bushes, slipped in behind then.
A final check and I pushed my jeans and panties down to mid-thigh, squatting down as I did so. I relaxed my muscles and just as I let the flow go, I almost missed the faint light touch on my lips. The flow began and then about a second later I felt a harsh, sharp, stabbing pain on my pussy lips.
“Owww,” I squealed, I was getting bitten.
I tried and failed to stem the flow as the pain carried on. All I could do was squirm and wait till I finished, then I could swat the beast. But as luck would have it, as my flow was ebbing, I felt the awkward tickle and pain ease as the bite came to an end. It was too late when I finished, and then in the twilight, I saw an engorged mosquito fly out from below me and off into the bushes.
I stood up and slipped a tissue between my legs to catch any drips, and as I took it away, I saw a small blood spot from where the mosquito had attacked me. I didn’t like mosquitoes at the best of times, but now I had good cause to dislike them further. I had just been bitten on one of the most sensitive parts of my body.
I pulled up my panties and jeans and quickly made my way back to my car. I was well aware of the now growing discomfort that the bite was having on me. As I drove away, I started to squirm as the itching began to grow.
“Oh god, no no, please stop!’ I muttered to myself several times as I made my way back to my home. Not that it was that much of a home, I lived alone in a two-bedroom unit at the block of a block of three, but at least I owned it.
How I made it home I’m not sure, but the itch grew worse and worse. Finally, I dove my car into my garage and closed the door behind me. From there I made an awkward dash inside. I stripped off my jeans and panties and then found a hand mirror. I flung myself onto my bed and pushed my legs well apart.
The site of the bite was very obvious, I had a swollen, deep red welt right on the inner edge of my pussy lips, it was about the same size at the top segment of my finger. By parting my legs, it kind of spread out, which made it itch even more. I knew it would be a bad move to scratch it, but the growing itch was driving me insane.
My hand crept down and I placed my finger on the bite. I gave a small shiver as it was very sensitive, then slowly, I moved my finger forward and back. I closed my eyes and grimaced, I really wanted to scratch that itch. Damn that mosquito! I curled my finger and pulled my nail up over the bite.
“Aahhh!” I gasped as I squirmed.
Scratch scratch scratch. I couldn’t help myself. Scratch scratch scratch! The euphoria quickly filled my body as I reacted to the intense sensations. Wetness spread out between my legs. What the fuck?
Scratch scratch scratch. I squirmed and writhed as the insane itching demanded more and more harsh scratching. Scratch scratch scratch! A sudden overwhelming euphoria spread through my body. FUCK, I was just about to orgasm.
“Ohhhhh,” I moaned as I snapped my legs back together, catching my hand and pressing hard onto the bite. “Ohh God,” I writhed on the bed as I was overpowered by my body going into intense spasms. It must have been ten or more years since I had an orgasm anywhere near this intense, and this one totally blew me away.
I lay on my bed bewildered, I had not expected anything like that to have happened. The insane itching had eased a lot and was now only a dull throb. I just struggled to accept that the mosquito bite had caused me to have such an intense orgasm, it was very surreal.
After a while I swung my legs off the bed and went to the bathroom, I peed and showered, then went back to bed. The bite itched some more again, but this time I resisted the urge to give it another scratch.
The next morning the bite area was a bit tender but it did not seem to want to itch, much to my relief. The day progressed well and I had my glow of sexual satisfaction about me. The itch came and went a few times, but I was not in a position to do anything about it.
That damn mosquito biting me had made me think seriously about what it did to me in the end. Why on earth had I orgasmed so intensely like that? Over the next couple of weeks, I kept on thinking about how much I had reacted to the bite. And then I began thinking about what it would be like getting bitten ‘there’ again.
I knew that sometimes I would get a stray mosquito in my backyard, as I had been bitten when busy there in the evenings. I tried to figure out just how many there were and what time they most likely appeared. The best I could do was think it was a warm evening and after I had some wine. I also did a double check to make sure the local mosquitoes didn’t have any extra nasty surprises if the form of a parasite or virus.
It was time to try for another bite. I dressed carefully to try to minimize the area of exposed flesh, then went into the backyard, carefully easing myself down and the waiting. It took over ten minutes before a mosquito turned up, but all it seemed to want to do was bite my hand. And then it found a bare patch of skin on my thigh. The next few days were equally frustrating, with different parts of my body acquiring annoying and itchy bites, but nothing where I wanted. I gave up for a few days when the weather changed and it rained.
At last, the weather cleared, and I spent another evening in frustration with nothing happening whatsoever. The next few days were much the same and I was getting fed up with trying. I thought one more evening and if nothing happened, that would be that.
I carefully dressed again then went out the back and squatted down, checked to make sure everything was in place and what should be exposed was exposed. Then I waited and waited, nothing, ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes. I shifted position and waited again.
I felt a soft touch against my pussy, then nothing. I waited, expecting the pain to erupt at any moment, then I doubted I had felt anything. I started to doubt that there was anything there after all. I relaxed again, still nothing.
“Owww,” I tried hard not to squeal as the pain seared into my pussy lips. Oh god! It hurt. Why did I want to do this again? I writhed and tried not to move too much as I bit my lip. I squinted my eyes and softly squeaked in agony.
“Ahh ahh Ahh, Owww!”
The second source of pain flared up as another mosquito bit me further toward the front of my pussy. I cringed and squirmed again. One mosquito bite was bad enough but two seemed to be much worse. I hope that there were no more mosquitoes about, but I was wrong.
The third bite started just as the first bite ended, it was quite close to the second bite, but on the opposite lip. The last bite followed about twenty seconds later much further up along my divide, near my mound, I suppressed a squeal, and that bite really hurt, my eyes watered and I squirmed once again. Four bits was more than I had expected or wanted.
A couple of minutes later I slowly went back inside almost doubled over in intense itching and agony induced stagger. I went back to my bedroom and stripped off to expose the bites between my legs. The bites were starting to get swollen and very itchy too.
Half naked I went back to the kitchen to refill my wine glass, then I headed back to my bedroom. The bites were really getting going but I knew I had to wait till they had fully swollen up. Stripped off and layout on my bed in anticipation, I just had to prevent myself from itching before I was ready.
But the bites were already very itchy and swollen, and as I rubbed my legs together, I felt the wetness spread out along my divide. Then as I squirmed on my bed, I could feel the shifting pressure between my legs, it was enough to get me aroused in anticipation.
My hand drifted down between my legs, I felt over each bite and knew they were now quite swollen and as big as my first bite. With four bites getting scratched, I quickly felt the euphoria rise in my belly. My arousal boiled over, I squirmed and writhed in an intense orgasm, groaning loudly and clutching my bedsheets.
Puffing and panting I scratched again, unable to control my feelings, my body responded again, and I threw myself around my bed as I climaxed hard again. Then without any assistance, I felt the third orgasm quickly follow the second. I was getting into a different kind of state that I had never felt before. A final scratch and I went right over the edge, then as I orgasmed again, I rolled over and promptly fell off my bed.
While I was still highly aroused I knew that reality had set back in. I slowly sat up beside my bed, gasping for breath, feeling a bruise on my elbow which was going numb as I struggled to get back up. I was done for the day, I needed to go shower.
For the next few days, the first three bites faded fairly quickly, but the fourth at the front of my divide wanted to stay swollen and awkward for me, giving me frequent moments of intense discomfort. Then it too faded away after a few more days.
I took me almost a month to decide I wanted one more go with the mosquitoes. I knew I was being foolish, but it was a long weekend, and my neighbors were all going to be away. Friday was a perfect weather day and I got giddy thinking about having more bites. Again I would set a time limit to how long I would stay outside and I hoped I would not get too many bites all at once.
Dressing carefully, I made sure what was exposed was what I wanted to get exposed as best as I could. I poured myself a glass of wine and then set myself up ready to go out as soon as the sun began to set. I gave a small tremble and went out to the spot I where I had tried before. I sipped my wine then waited.
Five minutes, ten minutes, nothing, I sipped my wine and then shifted my position slightly. Then I heard the faint high pitched sound of a mosquito, I braced myself and hoped. It took a few more minutes, then I felt the soft touch as the mosquito landed on my lips. I braced and squirmed as I felt the intrusive bite going in. This bite was in about the same area as I had bites previously.
A second bite began as the first bite finished, a bit further back along my divide, and on a bit more sensitive skin. I cringed and held on tight, a grimace on my face. The next bite started quickly after the second, almost on top of the first bite, I didn’t know how that was going to pan out with two bites in the same place.
The fourth bite started just as the second and third bites ended, it was right at the front end of my lips, on my mound, this bite really hurt, making me squirm a lot more. I then recalled the last bite in that area had lingered and had been very uncomfortable. I shifted my position a little, easing my legs slightly further apart, to help ease the discomfort that was ensuing from the bite.
Then a couple of seconds apart I felt two more bites on my lips, one each side and a little further behind the first bite. I began to pant slightly, trying to hold on while the bites took place, I now had more than enough bites, and I was thinking I needed to get back inside and away from any more mosquitoes.
For a moment I shifted my position again, pushing my legs quite wide, I braced myself and was just about to push up when I felt a faint tickle.
“AAAHHH!” I squealed as a sharp stabbing pain seemed to fill my entire pussy, making my eyes water and see stars. I felt a moment of dizziness and a surge of nausea in my belly.
“Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh,“ I wailed, I was half frozen in place, I felt my legs and knees go totally weak, unable to move The pain between my legs was very intense. I then toppled over backwards, my legs still wide. I really didn’t understand what was going on. A few seconds later I felt the almost burning itch and discomfort strike me again. I writhed and then I felt the insane rush or euphoria making my pussy very wet.
Then slowly the pain seemed to ease and I began to realize what was going on. As I moved about during my previous bites, My legs slowly parted more and more, and then my lips had also parted as I became more aroused by the bites.
I dared to look down between my legs and my suspicions were confirmed. I could see the offending mosquito sitting between my lips, its proboscis intruding deep into my clitoris. No wonder it hurt like hell, I had no idea what that was going to swell up like once the mosquito finished.
While it seemed like an eternity, I guess it really was less than a minute or so before the mosquito had its full, and then extracted its proboscis from my body. I realized that I was now mosquito-free, and I rolled over onto my side, my pussy way too tender to know what else to do. Slowly I pulled myself up to my door, then with a great deal of effort, I slipped inside and closed the door behind me.
I lay on the floor for a minute or so, the insane sensation between my legs draining all my strength. But I could also feel the wetness as my clit began to throb in an alarming way. Slowly I pulled myself along to my bedroom where I struggled to discard all my clothing. Then with a great heave, I pulled myself up and laid naked on my bed.
I lay panting for a moment, the first set of bites itching badly while the last bite was starting to intensify the burning sensations that were spreading out from my swelling clit. I had never felt anything like the discomfort that was going on between my legs, and I cursed my own stupidity for getting myself into such a predicament. Grimacing I tried to get into a slightly better position, but the shift left me gasping as any movement of my body set an agonizing jolt through my body.
But I could not stay still either, the itching and the spreading fire was getting too much. I rocked my pelvis back and forward, and the jolt of fire flashed through my body, making me quiver. Then with a rush, it did it again, making me gasp loudly as I went into a sharp and intense orgasm.
For a moment I was stunned but then another wave of fire burst out and I orgasmed again, making me writhe. Writhing triggered more sensations on to what was now a very sensitive clit, and that made me orgasm yet again, arching and quivering, adding more sensations all over again.
My clit was becoming hypersensitive, just the slightest movement or touch and it made me orgasm, but as I orgasmed, my body would quiver and I would arch and squirm, the orgasms slowly were getting more and more intense, kind of rolling from one intense burst into the next.
I squirmed, quivered and writhed on my bed, my whole body seemed to be getting caught up in the ongoing cycle of orgasms and writhing. I had never felt anything so bizarre nor intense like this before. I was turning into a quivering mass of orgasmic jelly. My whole body started to cramp and quicker, I began to see stars before my eyes each time my body started a new orgasm.
I was getting quite exhausted, and I wanted to have a break, but I couldn’t control the cycle, and if anything, the orgasms were becoming more pronounced and powerful. I saw more stars and they seemed to flash faster and leave dark afterimages in my eyes. Then as I squirmed and rocked my pelvis, a very intense orgasm hit me, there was a flash in my eyes and then everything went dark for a second or so.
I was struggling to breathe now, and the orgasms kept on arriving. I shut my eyes as the darkness seemed to be growing on me. I had no idea how long I had been there, nor how much longer I was going to be caught up in the insane orgasmic storm. I was beginning to struggle now, feeling totally exhausted and unable to move anymore, but as each orgasm erupted, I would squirm again, kicking off a new cycle.
Another much more powerful orgasm ripped through my body, almost stunning me, but making me arch up hard, and as I did another orgasm burst out as powerful as the first, forcing me into a cramped tight arch up, then a third orgasm seemed to snap all my muscles, and I collapsed back onto the bed. Somehow it knocked me out cold.
I woke quite sometime later, with a more subdued throb and itch between my legs. I was feeling like I had been run over by a bulldozer. My whole body had a dull ache, and I dared not move for a few minutes just to make sure I could feel each part of my body. I tried to sit up and my head span, so I eased back down. Then I slowly edged over to the side of my bed, sliding off and on my hands and knees I crawled to the bathroom.
The cold water made a big difference to how I felt, I slowly pulled myself upright and then had a pee. I cringed and wanted to scratch when I went to wipe, but I forced myself not too. Slowly I made my way back to my bed, I found my nightie and climbed in under the cum stained covers.
The next morning I vowed that I would not let another mosquito anywhere near my pussy again.
Funny isn’t it, that somehow vows sometimes get broken.
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