#81
"I'm feeling pretty accomplished today," Cerise says. "I shaved. I'm not a gross fucking yeti anymore."
Galatea busies herself playing with some crystals on her desktop. "wow, cool" she says. "i don't need to shave that much but i try to keep on top of it"
Cerise laughs. "I'm worse with personal grooming than the hikki NEET. Awesome."
"how much do you shave?" Galatea asks.
"I dunno, I don't have a schedule or anything--"
"no i mean like what parts do you shave"
Cerise is briefly taken aback. Galatea isn't even looking at the camera - not that she seems particularly abashed to ask such a personal question, it's just that she seems more interested in the trinkets that she's occupying her hands with.
"The usual stuff," Cerise says after a turn. "Legs, pits, you know..."
"down there?"
Cerise huffs. "Yes, Gal. You weirdo. Down there. It just feels better if it's smooth."
"yeah, i agree"
"You shave your pussy?" Cerise says. "Bullshit. That's way too much effort for your lazy ass."
"no, it's not too bad... i do it when i'm bored... i like the way it feels"
"Prove it," Cerise says.
Galatea isn't distracted anymore. She's looking at the cam like a deer in headlights.
"Show me," Cerise reiterates. "I want to see what qualifies as smooth in your book."
"nooo," Galatea drawls, not a refusal, but more like: "I can't believe you're asking me to do that."
Cerise lifts the waistband of her sweats and cranes her neck to look down her own pants. "Maybe it's just because I'm proud of my own work and want to show off," she says airily. She looks back up into the cam. "I'll show you mine..."
Galatea spends several long moments in contemplation. Finally, she pushes back from the desk, towards the foot of her bed. As the seat of her chair comes into view, it becomes apparent that she's naked from the waist down.
Cerise can't contain her laughter. "Jesus. You pervert. You talk to me naked like that all the time, or what?"
"sometimes... a lot of the time..."
Galatea still has her thighs pressed together. They're pale, almost anemically so, and fleshy -- but overall still thin, and her pussy mound is partially visible. She picks the cam up off her monitor and brings it in for a closer view. At the same time, slowly, she spreads her legs. A tiny pink slit, perfect innie, reveals itself, its lips coming unstuck from one another like a sticker peeling off paper.
"see?" she says. She was telling the truth. She's totally smooth and hairless.
"I'm jealous," Cerise says, leering. "Your cunt deserves a trophy or something."
Galatea giggles. "it's nothing special"
"Yes it fucking is. I'm not gay and even I'd eat you out."
Galatea turns the webcam so her skeptical face fills the frame. "who's the pervert now?" she demands.
"You, definitely. No one with a pussy like that can be anything but a pervert."
Galatea giggles again. "well it's your turn now" She scoots back up to her desk and mounts the webcam back where it was on her monitor. No more peep show for Cerise.
Cerise stands and shimmies out of her pants. Whatever inhibitions she had are gone. She sits again, but kicks her ankles up on the desktop, angling her tailbone so her cunt is in full view of the webcam. With a lazy index finger, she indicates that her own mound is smooth and pristine too. Her labia are turned partially outwards, and they're darker shade of pink than Galatea's -- bordering on mauve -- an effect amplified by the fact the lips are engorged and pulsing with growing lust.
"are you wet?" Galatea says.
Cerise doesn't answer that, because the answer is obvious.
She doesn't end the show quite as quickly as Galatea did, either. Galatea sits there silently, staring at Cerise's pussy in unconcealed wonderment - she breathes strangely and her glasses literally begin to fog over. Cerise runs a flattened palm around her pubic mound and playfully spreads the lips a time or two to demonstrate her dripping insides to the camera.
It's Cerise who finally breaks the silence: "Wanna watch me masturbate?"
#90
Their setup is pretty sweet - Galatea's idea. The stirrups are a bit kinky but they're for purely practical purposes: they've both had some unfortunate accidents where they slid out of their chairs at the height of their pleasure. Keeping their ankles secure is only logical.
The remotely-controlled vibrating dildos are definitely less practical, though: that's just for the purely perverted fun of it. Cerise has the remote for Galatea's and Galatea has the remote for Cerise's.
One half of the screen is the Skype cam window, and the other half is a video stream-sync app that lets them watch the same thing at the same time. Cerise chose tonight's entertainment, so of course it's something to do with traps. Galatea doesn't fully see the appeal, but it's got dicks in it, and that's good enough for her.
Cerise runs her thumb back and forth on the intensity dial, sending little bursts of vibration through the deepest parts of Galatea's pretty pink cunt. Cerise can hardly believe such a tiny hole fits a dildo that big. It fascinates her, watching Galatea stretch to accommodate it whenever she puts it in. The way Galatea winces at first, grits her teeth and bears it, and then: the dopey smile of sexual relief when she has it inside and she adjusts to being full. Galatea is an absolute doll, a waifish little cumslut in training. Watching her stuff herself with a rubber cock like that makes Cerise shudder.
"Darling," Cerise repeats as she watches Galatea writhe, "such a fucking darling..."
Galatea of course has a tool of her own to strike back with. She jams on the intensity button controlling the dildo shoved deep up Cerise's cunt.
"Ffff--" Cerise hisses, throwing her head back. The movie hasn't even started yet.
When it does, Cerise can hardly choose which side of the screen to focus on: the animated debauchery of her favorite hentai, or the lewd sight of Galatea cumming all over herself. Cerise strums her own clit and basks in the nasty show, her brain totally overloaded and overstimulated.
"cum cum cum cum cum" Galatea repeats, drooling. She's never very articulate on her best days, but when she's got a dick in her, she's fucking stupid. Cerise loves it.
Cerise is trying to enjoy the scene of a fat cock pushing into a trap's defenseless boypussy; two men pinning the little thing between them and using both of the trap's holes without mercy. But Galatea, formerly so shy, is doing everything she can to keep Cerise's attention on her. Now Galatea reaches up with one hand, wraps her delicate fingers around her delicate throat, and squeezes.
It's Galatea's favorite way to masturbate. In fact, she can hardly make herself cum without it - without choking herself almost into unconsciousness. She doesn't show any mercy on herself, and her face turns a weird shade of purple, as Cerise creeps the vibration dial ever upwards, and Galatea tightens her grip accordingly. Cerise wiggles her hips to enjoy the buzzing dildo inside her own pussy as Galatea abuses herself.
Cerise sets the vibrator to max and watches in squealing delight as Galatea cums so hard she wets herself. The puddle under her ass spreads and deepens and she either doesn't notice or doesn't care. She's throttling herself so hard her tongue is flopped out and her eyes are rolling back. Absolutely destroying her shame and inhibition is practically Cerise's favorite hobby now. Seeing Galatea brought to this sorry state makes Cerise's own cunt spasm and cream in delicious climax.
Cerise presses the special button now - the button that activates the ersatz cock's ejaculation feature. A creamy white burst of warmed-up lotion spurts wetly into Galatea's pussy. The force of it is actually audible, a deep squelch that resounds on the mic. Galatea lets go of her throat, gasping for air, and stammers: "fuck, fuck-- cum inside me... cum inside me cerise... cum inside me cerise..."
Even as totally fucked-out and ruined as Galatea's mind is right now, she has enough synapses still functioning to hammer on the ejaculation button of her remote, too. Cerise shivers as the pulses fire off, one after another, deep inside, hot and wet. Her belly fills up. A tingly warmth spreads through her insides. She can feel the head of the dildo expand and contract as it seeds her, and distantly she imagines that this must be what getting fucked for real is like.
Her imagination is awash in a senseless slideshow of images: men raping vulnerable little traps in dresses, covering them in nasty cum; Galatea magically with a cock pinning her down and breeding her out, Cerise's head being pushed into the bed, a wide grin on her face and an even wider grin on Galatea's as her tongue lolls out and she fires off; then in reverse, her on top of Galatea now, Galatea defenseless; choking her viciously as Galatea struggles beneath her; then a different face resolves that she tries to bid away, but never can, Alabaster, pinning her to a wall somewhere, maybe an alley, blowing an incestuous load in her without a care in the world. And now to Cerise this fake cock is definitely Alabaster's, no one else's, this expanding head and this messy load of semen dripping from her pussy is Alabaster's; he's knocking her up and she doesn't want it but she absolutely does, needs it even, she's cumming hard on her little brother's spurting cock.
She briefly passes out. So does Galatea.
"Wow..." is all Cerise can say when she comes to. Galatea is panting like a dog, her sweat-sheened chest heaving up and down.
The buzzing dildo still stuffed inside Galatea's pussy. The fake cum runs lewdly out of her, mingling in the puddle under her ass. "again?" she says.