“Whatever,” I agreed.
Lucy sat on the carpeted floor still in her bra and panties. She spread her legs. Her panties, like her bra, were light green. I followed her lead. I sat down facing her and spread my legs and looked back at Lucy. She didn’t say anything. She only smiled.
Suddenly, her panties became dark. The darkness started small but grew rapidly. Lucy laughed uncontrollably. She peed so hard that the stream penetrated through the fabric of the panties and shot forward in my direction. Swiftly, her panties were wholly wet, and a huge blotch of pee began to diffuse through the carpet. She laughed the entire time she peed. Eventually, her yellow stream decreased and stopped.
Again, I followed her lead. I started peeing. Immediately, my pussy felt the warmth of the piss. I, too, had a stream of yellow shoot through the fabric of my panties and into the carpet. I laughed so hard that the stream of pee changed velocity in synchronization with my laughing. Since I drank a lot, I peed a lot. By the time I finished, we both had wet spots beneath us the size of a large beach ball.
“What the fuck did we just do,” I whispered in a nervous tone.
Lucy laughed. “Hurry,” she said, “let’s get dressed.”
We stood up at the same time. Some more drops of urine fell from our saturated panties. We draped our skirts over our wet underwear, put on our shirts, gathered our items, and left the room. Thankfully, nobody was waiting for our piss-covered room. As we walked through the store, the pee that was once warm gradually became now frigid; the wetness made my pussy cold.
My parents were not home when we arrived at my house. Immediately we went into the bathroom upstairs. By this point, my panties were still wet, but drier than earlier. My pussy and thighs felt gross and sticky.
“I need to take a shower,” I said.
“Okay,” Lucy replied giggling.
Lucy walked into the bathroom. She motioned me to follow her. I shrugged my shoulders and entered behind her. Lucy pulled off her panties; still wet, they curled up as she rolled them down her legs. Then she slipped out of her skirt. For the first time, I saw her pussy up-close, and it was perfect. She had black pubic hair that was trimmed, and she had shaven the edges so that no hairs would peek from behind her underwear or bikini.
“What,” she said, noticing that I was staring. “Do I look good?”
I didn’t respond. Next, she pulled off her shirt. Again, I gazed at her tits. As she reached to her back to unfasten the fabric, her breasts pointed forward. The bra dropped to the floor, and her exemplary breasts stared me in the face. Her nipples were small and dark brown.Lucy climbed into the waterless bathtub and started peeing again.
“Lucy,” I shouted trying not to smile. She laughed.
Lucy turned on the water and washed her piss down the drain. I undressed. She nodded her head and said, “hmm,” after analyzing me like she was awarding me a one-to-ten score in her head.
She washed her pussy, her thighs, and her legs with the detachable shower head. She didn’t wet her upper body. I had to wait until she finished because there was not enough room for two. I sat on the toilet and watched her. She, however, only needed fewer than two minutes to finish.
Lucy dried herself with a towel, then left the bathroom. I jumped into the bathtub and cleaned myself likewise. I dried myself with the same towel that Lucy used. When I entered my bedroom, Lucy was holding my special box; it was the box in which I hid my vibrator. The look on her face suggested to me that she had already looked inside the box to see its contents.
“What?” I said shrugging my shoulders.
“You have toys?” She asked.
“I have one toy,” I said in a snarky tone, as if having a dildo was no big deal. “Give me that,” I said. I snatched the box away from her. She smiled and said, “okay, Ms. Hypersensitive.”
“Well, it’s personal,” I replied.
“Everybody play with themselves,” she insisted. “There’s nothing embarrassing about it, or, at least, there shouldn’t be,” she continued. “My parents might argue with that statement, though. You know about their religious views.” Lucy’s parents were piously strict about sexual matters, and if they knew she fingered herself while watching porn at night, they’d be displeased.
She carried on, “I was just curious because I’ve never held one before in person.”
My eyes widened slightly. I had taken for granted having my toy. Some people never have the privilege to buy one.
“You don’t have one?” I asked. Lucy shook her head. She responded, “my parents don’t like that sort of stuff. I want one, but I’m terrified they would find it.”
“Oh,” I reacted.
I paused for a moment carefully choosing the words I was about to say.
I quickly changed my mind. I said, “well, if you want to try mine, that’s okay.”
Her face lit up, but she tried to hide her excitement. “You wouldn’t mind?” She asked. I shook my head. I handed her the box. She removed the lid and grabbed the pink dildo in her hand and held it to her nose.
“It smells like old cum,” she snickered.
“Why would you smell it?” I retorted.
She handed me the empty box. She jumped onto the bed and rested her back against my pillows. Without wasting another moment, she turned on the monster. She used the strongest vibration setting. Its vibrations were so strong that she nearly dropped it. She looked at me and giggled. She seemed overjoyed.
She drew the vibrator toward her pussy. I became increasingly nervous. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do; I awkwardly stared at her. Of course, I had spied her masturbation sessions before, but never with her knowing it. “Do you want me to leave,” I asked in a fragile voice. “Not unless this is uncomfortable for you,” she answered. I remained standing in the room.
She spread her pussy lips apart and penetrated herself. She shuttered at its awesome power and held the toy with both hands as she crammed as much of it inside of her hole as she could. She kept it still, basking in the thrill of its pulsations. She glanced at me again and grinned, then closed her eyes and leaned back her head.
She breathed through her nose and made hollow, breathless moans. She began to move the vibrator in and out of her pussy, mimicking the motion of a cock. Her countenance was determined; she focused and concentrated on the marvelous sensation that my toy delivered. Her pussy made sloppy sounds while she thrusted the toy in and out of herself. The hollow moans had now evolved into vocal groans. Her eyes clenched tighter and her mouth dropped. She shifted her left arm so that it was behind her head, exhibiting her shaven armpit. A line of thick, white cum ran from the opening of her pussy toward the bedsheets.
Each of her moans crescendoed and gathered speed. She deeply breathed. Her right hand was now fucking her pussy as fast and hard as possible. Her left hand clenched into a fist. Finally, she climaxed. Her legs levitated her hips off of the bed, and her breasts rose into the air. Then her legs gave out and dropped her body back on the bed. Her uncontrollable legs rapidly shook up and down in a seizure-like manner. She came so hard that she was unable to moan; she made sounds that were similar to, but not exactly like, gagging sounds that were stuck in her throat. Her face was contorted with pleasure: her eyebrows lifted, but her eyes stayed closed. Her mouth alternately opened and closed. Her pussy contracted, and the thick, white liquid continued to ooze.
After her sexual bliss had concluded, she sighed in relief, or pleasure, or exhaustion; I couldn’t quite tell. She threw the dildo forward onto the bed. She was stunned, breathless, and baffled. Her facial expression appeared confused like she had just awoken from a hypnotic trance. She took her hands and rubbed her face like one does when they first wake up in the morning. She looked at me, but her face communicated no expression.
I sat on the bed next to her. Seeing Lucy climax in front of me made myself so wet that I could hardly stand it. I grabbed the dildo. It was slimy, gooey, and gross to the touch. The spot on the bed on which it had lain was damp. I tried to clean the toy off with a tissue, but one was not enough. She had dirtied the toy so much that it took three tissues to dry it. Even then, it still smelled like sex.
Lucy recaptured control over her breathing and her body. We stared at each other. Without uttering a word, her lips drew toward me, and she pressed them against mine. We kissed: our lips twisted around one another’s, and our tongues danced, and we exchanged saliva. With our lips still together, she placed her arm on my shoulder, and I did the same to her. Then, she guided me to lie on the bed. I lay on my back as she mounted me. Our lips never separated. Now, her sloppy pussy was on top of my hips, our feet mingled, and our breasts touched.
Lucy pulled away from my mouth. She held her head six inches from my face. I looked into her irresistible eyes. Her lipstick was smeared on her face. She sat upright while I remained on my back. I wiped my mouth; Lucy’s lipstick marked the back of my hand. She moved and sat at the base of my hips on the bed. She took hold of my knees and spread them as far as feasible.
She loaded my pussy with the middle and ring fingers of her left hand. Her pinky and index finger pointed downward, and her thumb to the side. She steadily moved the fingers in a come-hither motion, stroking perfectly my G-spot. I gulped. The noises coming from my pussy sounded like someone wiggling their finger inside of a jar of jelly. While her left hand focused on my pussy, her right hand rested flat on my pubic bone. Her hands were cool to my sensitive skin.
I melted into my bed, entranced in a world of gratification. I cared no longer for anything or anyone. I closed my eyes and concentrated only on the joy of being fingered. Every time I exhaled I moaned. The delight of sexual pleasure was so strong that I was no longer able to hold my hips still. I squirmed beneath her fingering. I grabbed my breasts with my unencumbered hands. I cupped them, squeezed them, and pinched them.
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