You set the showerhead in the bathroom's walk-in shower to max pressure, and as close to scalding as your skin can stand. When you bathe, you like to really marinate. And as much shit as you catch over your hair (you know, washing your hair too much can damage it, not many people appreciate that aspect) -- when you do it, you really work it in. It's like a self-administered scalp massage.
Since you so rarely take a shower without also masturbating, the whole ritual has attained a Pavlovian association in your brain. Just turning on the faucet and feeling the first wafts of steam rising up is enough to get your pussy wet. It makes your skin tingle in anticipation and your heart beat a little faster with excitement. Cumming in the shower is so convenient, since it all washes away, and you can be as loud as you want. The Hitachi's buzz would be nearly deafening otherwise, but with the steady rush of water against tile, it's barely audible at all. There's a little inset, arched, and backlit ledge at the front of the enormous shower. You set the vibing toy on it, ready for when you want to put it to use.
Stepping in, getting acclimated to the heat, you don't waste time. You lean with one forearm against the travertine wall and hike one leg up so your foot rests on the soap dish. You're really spread-open this way, your holes drift apart and you can smell the heady aroma of your own sex. You test the softness of your vulva, squishing and squeezing it, tickling it... that spot where Summer was touching you only hours earlier. You grunt. You're so fucking horny you could explode right now.
Your hand moves further down, towards your ass. Your asshole is nice and open in this position too, and you prod it with your fingertips, enjoying the way it winks and tenses involuntarily. You like being as skinny as you are because it makes your orifices so... accessible, so easy to play with, so easy to dig into and really explore. It's true: through the years you've become an addict of masturbation, and you've put both your lower holes through some real abuse. Even when it hurts, like now, as you plunge two fingers into your anus... it feels really good, too. How painful it is, how nasty and weird it is -- is precisely what gets you off the hardest. You're a weird girl. Your body has become weird through playing with it.
You think about Summer. You think about how much crueler and demeaning her fingers would be inside you. A girl like her would hurt you 100 times more than you could hurt yourself. You jab your fingers deeper to imitate that sadism, but you know it isn't the same. You think of Amber, too, the way she loves to pound your ass. She can leave you sore for days with her strap-on. And you think of others... you think of Amelia from the diner, how much an older woman like her would weigh pressing down on you... Talia, how you'd like for her to try that condom-wrapped cucumber out inside your pussy... yeah, your whole class could watch you sitting on your desktop, stripped naked and legs akimbo, covering your face in shame while your teacher molests you. You think of your mothers-- you violently shake your head. Amber's such a bad influence. You shouldn't think of your mothers like that. But K-Mom did threaten to spank you... and N-Mom knew about how you and Amber fucked the other day, didn't she? She didn't do anything to stop you...
Just as you reach for the steadily buzzing toy on the sill, appreciating the way the accumulated drops on it vibrate and scatter -- your phone, never far from your person, rings.
You consider whether to bother checking it. People almost never call you. When they do it, it's usually something really important. But you're so fucking hot right now... you really, really need to get off...
The ringing stops, and you shrug, and pick up the magic wand. But then the ringing begins again, just as piercing and insistent.
You poke your head out, glance towards the countertop on the other side of the toilet. Your phone, face-up, displays the caller ID: Summer D.
Your pulse quickens. Answer it or let it ring? You've goaded Summer enough already. Ignoring her is likely to get you really fucked up. Your hand drifts back towards your cunt when you think of that. But no... answering her while you're in the shower... is bound to get her raring even more, won't it?
You turn the massager off, hop out of the shower just long enough to grab the phone, and pick up the call. Balancing the phone on its bottom on the shower's ledge where the massager was just sitting, you put Summer on speakerphone.
"...Wes?" Summer asks. "You there? It sounds like... it sounds weird. Hello?"
"I'm showering," you tell her.
"What? You answered the phone in the shower?"
"Well... yeah," you say, playing a little dumb. "You said you didn't want me to ignore you when you call, right?"
"But... I mean, you couldn't have stepped-- I--"
"What were you calling about?" You ask. You slip a finger into your twat. You shiver with the naughtiness of playing with yourself while Summer talks to you. She has no idea that you're masturbating while she makes small talk.
"I was calling you to make sure you'd be at my game tomorrow... and to tell you... to-- to clean up."
You rub your thumb in lazy circles around your hardening nubbin of a clit. "I'm getting clean right now," you tell her. "Don't worry about it." It's so much easier to be cheeky with Summer from a distance, when she can't retaliate. "Hey... I have a couple choices of shampoo to use. What do you think? Lavender, honey melon, or -- tea tree oil and peppermint?"
"Uhh. I got you that shampoo for a reason," Summer says softly.
"Why?"
Her response is slow to come, and it's even softer than the last one. "Because I like the way it smells."
You take the unopened bottle of shampoo, remove the freshness seal, and squirt a dollop into your palm. "I'm rubbing it in right now," you tell her.
After another long pause, Summer finds her typical brashness: "Bullshit. I'll believe it when I see it."
You send a facetime request. Summer goes quiet. When, after some apparent deliberation, Summer accepts the request, she sees your face filling the frame. Your hair is sudsy with the lathered-in shampoo. The cooling effect of it on your scalp is new and interesting to you. You could use this stuff again. Summer herself is clearly in her bed, the surrounding room all gaudy and pink. The angle on her is upwards-facing, so that her features have strange contours to them you aren't used to. Nor are you used to her gulpingly hesitant expression.
You keep working the shampoo into your follicles. "See. I'm washing my hair. With tea and everything. Happy?"
Summer just stares at you. With how you're bent, she isn't able to see anything X-rated. But that changes quickly. As you ring your hair out, washing the soap away, you stand up straight. Now your whole body is on display. Summer draws a sharp breath. She's taking you all in: your chest, with its pale pink nipples and visible ribs, your belly, your thighs. Your pussy. You widen your stance a little, to make it obvious that you do mean to show off. Summer's lips part -- She's going all slackjawed.
Haltingly, you pull the magic wand into view. You nod as if to ask: "Should I?" And Summer, equally as haltingly, nods back as if to say: "Go right ahead."
You put the vibrator on its max setting. This one will be quick. You get the thing wedged between your thighs, forcing your stance even wider. Pressing the ridged silicone viciously into your squishy cunt-lips has the effect of -- well, of squishing them -- jutting them up and at the camera, showing your vulva off in all its pornographic glory for Summer's lecherous enjoyment. At the same time, you reach behind yourself and play some more with your ass, the way you were before Summer so selfishly interrupted you.
All you hear on Summer's end is her ragged breathing. But you can see both her shoulders writhing, and you know she's playing with herself too, in her bed, while she watches. When at last she says something, it's guttural and half-incoherent: "Slut... slut... you're such a slut..."
"Mnngh," you grunt, swallowing hard. You get your fingers deeper up your asshole, and begin to plunge them in and out. You like debasing yourself for Summer. For anyone. You'd ask to see what she's doing with her own pussy right now, but even like this, you're too timid to say it. So you're thankful when Summer seems to understand implicitly, or is just perverted enough to want to show off a little too. She moves the camera down. You see the ruffles of her skirt, hiked around her waist -- and her absolutely sodden panties. She wears a leopard print thong that would be semi-transparent even without her pussy juice, but which now is almost totally see-through. The crotch bulges with her busy fingers.
"Watch me cum, babe," Summer moans. "Okay? Cum with me!"
You bend and unbend your knees to bounce a little bit on the toy, creating a strange squelching noise as you work to get yourself off. At the moment of your climax, you press your knees tightly together, and let the cum rumble through the core of your being. It's a big, wet one. Your eyes roll back and you bite your twisting lower lip so hard you think you'll bleed. But then, as the subsequent rolling waves of your orgasm start to ripple through, radiating concentrically from your quivering clit, the epicenter of your pleasure... you pull the toy away, spread your legs wide, and without any more stimulation needed, you squirt. You squirt gush after gush of cum against the tile floor, the sill, and even your phone. You grunt to yourself: "fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK," again and again, as you spray your juices all over the place. You notice, from the picture-in-picture display on your phone, that your peep show has become blurred, the lens now filmy with your pussy juice.
Summer also cums. You hear the sexy squishing of her hitting her own peak, and see her fingers digging greedily at her own hole. You see the panties becoming inundated with rhythmic waves of her cum, like water running in pulses down a wall. You hear her wail: "Cumming! Cummmmmminggggg!" And then her phone goes tumbling, you hear the rustle of her flamingo pink blanket against the speaker, and at last you have only a view of Summer's high ceiling as Summer herself, oblivious, screams in the background like it's the first time she's orgasmed in a decade.
Then the noise of scrambling limbs. Soon Summer, now a bit less distracted, has the camera pointed back at her gawking face. She's shiny with sweat, and flushed, her damp hair adhering in random places to her skin.
You decide to put the coup de grace on things. You hike a leg up, one knee against the wall. And you begin to pee. This sharper, but no less messy stream is obviously not another orgasm, although it feels almost as good. Summer's face goes through several emotions: bafflement, shock, revulsion -- and finally settles on allure. You're glad. If she's going to be more than friends with you, you want her to see how nasty you really are. You want her to know you're just this kind of girl: who would lift her leg and piss on command like a trained dog if the mood is right. You flex your abdomen and push the urine out with as much force as you can, so it loudly spatters and echoes off the tiled floor. You keep playing with your asshole, too. In this position, Summer can see your fingers working in and out of your butt while you piss yourself. The yellow stream, the dark pucker of your asshole, the way you anally masturbate like it's the most casual thing in the world, Summer sees it all. This is you at your most private, vulnerable, and debauched, and you're letting Summer see it without her even asking.
"You're -- such a fucking freak," Summer at last manages. There's real judgment there, real disgust, and it makes you cum yourself a little. "You fuck your own sister... you pee all over the place like an animal... you play with your butt on camera like you're some kind of porn star... God."
"Do you like freaks?" You ask her, as you finish peeing, and lower your leg. You jut your hips out, spread your pussy so the pink interior is visible. You idly tickle your clit for her to see.
"I want to punish freaks," Summer says, voice about half an octave lower.
You play with yourselves on camera a second and a third time, before you end the call and turn off the shower. By the end, your legs are so wobbly you can barely stand. Summer promises that tomorrow she's going to rape you until you really can't at all.
You're excited.