She put up a new video and took large sips of wine. As she sat back down on her couch – the normal way around, this time – she continued doing what she had stopped earlier. With her legs spread wide, she fucked her pussy with the pink toy, and fucked her ass with the silver one. The vibrator tickled her pussy lips. She didn’t move around any longer, only her hands were moving. But they were moving fast. She was fucking herself harder than many boys her age ever could. I heared her moaning, my door was the only thing that slightly held back the sound waves. Her body started to shake. It was the sign I had seen many times, indicating she was finally going to let go. Just before she did, I turned off the sound on my computer and walked to the door. I opened it as slowly as possible, without making any sound. For the first time, I saw Riley naked in real life. Just in time, as it turned out.
Usually, when Riley has an orgasm, she chokes for a short while, before letting it all out in quite the explosive manner. This time, however, there was no holding back. The moaning turned into screaming, random curse words came out of her mouth by the hundreds. She talked herself all the way to the edge and over it. She didn’t choke. She didn’t hold her breath. She just kept shouting as her body started to tremble. She slipped off the couch, screaming even louder as the toy in her butt got pushed in even deeper when she hit the floor. The orgasm lasted for at least a minute, and all that time she kept pushing the toy inside her and rubbing the vibrator over her lips.
When she eventually eased down, her body was still shaking randomly. She couldn’t stand up, but she did manage to raise her body just enough for her hand to hit the space bar on her keyboard. The video stopped playing, and Riley crashed back down onto the floor. There she lied, the vibrator stlil buzzing next to her, the two toys still caught inside. Her chest was the only thing that was moving, everything else was compeltely tired out – or, better: asleep.
I waited for fifteen minutes, but when I peeked through my door again, she still hadn’t moved an inch. I quickly grabbed my camera and stepped outside, and into her room. Fast asleep, she had no idea someone else had come in. I walked around the room – nothing happened. I snapped my fingers – nothing happened. I pulled a hair off of her sweaty face – nothing happened. She had drunk, smoked, and masturbated herself into a deep sleep. I turned on my camera and started to take photos. Aerial ones of her wet, naked body. Close-ups of her gorgeous, worn-out face, and of the toys inside her. I took shots from every angle, making sure I didn’t miss anything. When I was done, I put my camera on the couch and kneeled down next to her.
There was no reaction when I touched her belly, or when I ran my fingers over her breasts. She was way too far gone to notice my hand sliding down her body. Her pussy was still wet, it was warmer than the rest of her. I put my finger against my lips, she tasted like she had just had the greatest orgasm of all time. The room smelled of beer, pot, and sex. That, combined with the view I had, the view of a near comatose girl lying naked in front of me, made me realize I had to do something. I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and took out my dick – I was surprised to notice it was fully hard already. I started stroking it, almost immediately feeling the need to cum. I rubbed it against Riley’s legs, over her breasts, over her lips, and against her pussy. My free hand reached down again, gently touching her between the legs without applying too much pressure. Riley’s soft sigh scared me to death for a brief moment, but nothing else happened. I had to hurry, though. Kneeling down, one knee next to her and the other between her legs, I started to stroke. My dick had barely grown to full proportions again when it hit me. Wave after wave of cum shot through the air and onto Riley’s body. Most of it ended up on her belly and breasts, the final shot dripped down onto her pussy and the toy that was still inside. I kept stroking until one last drop hang from the tip. I pushed myself up and held my now half-flaccid dick in front of her face, rubbing the drop of cum onto her lips. Riley had now tasted me, even though she wouldn’t even remotely remember it in the morning.
After I was done, I quickly grabbed a towel out of the closet in my bedroom and wiped Riley’s body clean, leaving the bits on her pussy and her lips. I grabbed my camera, took a few more shots just to be sure, and went back to my own apartment. I left everything just as I had found it, the few drops of cum as silent witnesses of two incredibly strange, yet satisfying orgasms.
The next morning, Riley’s door was closed. I didn’t hear her again until late in the afternoon, when she went to take a shower. I didn’t watch, not wanting the previous night’s memories to fade. In a way, we were both fully happy: Riley had had the best orgasm of her life – and I had been there to watch it happen.
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