Free Story – Joybuzzer

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Why was sweet, perfect Leslie hogging the bathroom…and being so rude?

            “Are you all right in there?” I shouted, pounding on the bathroom door.

            “I’m…uh…I’m fine,” Leslie’s muffled voice responded from behind the heavy wooden panel.

            I wasn’t entirely convinced. Lately this had become a nightly ritual. When we first became roommates, six months earlier, Leslie was the perfect companion. Far neater than any other 19-year-old I knew, she was considerate and always on time with her half of the rent. She was even polite about asking for some alone time with her boyfriend. But ever since she and Paul split up, she’d become a bathroom hog.

            “Leslie!” I called again.

            “I’m…I’m fine! Go away!”

            What a bitch, I thought as I pressed my ear against the door. At first, all I could hear was a heavy, echoing silence until my ear became accustomed to the pressure; then there was something else—an underlying buzzing noise. Somehow it sounded very familiar, but I couldn’t place it. Suddenly, she released a sharp cry and the buzzing grew louder. Fearful that she might be hurt or in medical trouble, I yelled her name one more time, swung the door open…and almost fainted from shock.

            Leslie was perched on the john butt-naked, with one small foot set up on the sink and the other splayed off to one side, jamming something long, thick, and noisy up her pussy. It was her electric toothbrush!

            “Oh, shit!” she spat.

            I was struck dead silent, far too embarrassed to speak. On top of that, I felt foolish, thinking that I might have guessed she was getting sexual relief in there. But with the toothbrush? Leslie froze in mid-stroke, then bolted upright, quickly clamping her shapely, tanned thighs together so hard that the toothbrush popped out of her pussy to rattle around on the tiled floor like an obscene wind-up toy.

            “Sorry!” I peeped.

            Slamming the door shut, I scurried down the hall to my room, where I jumped on my bed to burrow nervously into the pillows. Even though the whole scene had been totally humiliating, I couldn’t get out of my head the image of that vibrating piece of plastic jutting from her puffy, pink opening. I’d seen Leslie naked plenty of times, but the raw sexuality of what I’d just witnessed had my own pussy quivering—which upset me more than anything else.

            Suddenly, there was a knock on my door; before I could utter a word, Leslie had slipped into my room, clutching her short terrycloth robe around her like a shield.

            “Can I come in?” she cooed in a soft, musical voice.

            I nodded meekly. “I’m sorry I barged in like that.”

            “Hey, don’t worry about it,” she replied, plopping down on the bed in such a way that her robe rode up the swell of her thighs. “It was kind of funny, if you think about it!”

            When she put it that way, I mentally relived the incident and immediately broke into laughter. Leslie did too, giggling insanely. Soon we were both hugging each other, with tears rolling down our cheeks.

            “You nasty girl,” I finally said, gazing into her dreamy, blue eyes. “Where did you come up with such a weird idea?”

            Leslie brushed her luxurious black mane away from her high forehead and shrugged her shoulders, causing the loose robe to part another inch.

            “You mean my joybuzzer? (That’s what I call it.) You should try it, Nancy! You can’t believe how incredible it feels!”

            “I…I couldn’t…do something like that!” I shot back, shaking my head vehemently.

            “Why not? You frig off, don’t you?” she murmured, leaning forward till her plump tits nearly fell out into the open.

            “Uh…well…sure, but….”

            I was distracted by the exposed swell of her bosom. Despite the fact that we’re both the same age, we’re radically different in appearance. Where Leslie is a tall, lean, curvy brunette, I’m a fair-skinned redhead with small, freckled tits, wide hips, and chunky thighs. I’d always admired her good looks, but now it was more than that. She was turning me on big time.

            “Then you just have to give this baby a shot!” she trilled.

            Before I could stop her, she’d whipped the robe off to reveal her lovely young body and yanked the infamous toothbrush out of her pocket.

            “Leslie! What…what are you doing?” I snapped, staring at the long, blunt instrument clutched in her little fist.

            “Showing you how, honey! Watch!”

            Something in the back of my foggy mind told me that I should stop her before things got out of control, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her superb form as she lay back on the bed and turned on the device. The instant the subtle buzzing reached my ears, my pussy started tingling intensely.

            Leslie flashed me a coy smile, then slowly glided the thing up over the wobbling hills of her milky white tits to dab the edge at one of her brown, gumdrop-sized nipples until the little bump had risen into a rigid peak. Moaning with delight, she kept her eyes fixed on mine as she rolled the makeshift vibrator down over the soft arc of her tit, along the gentle curve of her girlish tummy, and on into the dusky forest of her lush pussy fur.

            It was obvious that she was teasing me, but I couldn’t figure out why. Neither of us was lesbian—at least, I wasn’t. But watching her slowly slide that gadget south to graze her moist, red labes had my already-aroused pussy wetting down the crotch of my panties in no time, and that made me wonder about my own sexual orientation for the first time in my life.

            Leslie didn’t give me much time to worry about it, though. She had spread her long, supple legs, inserted the fat end of the device into her seeping entrance, and was pumping it frantically.

            “Oh, god, Nancy,” she groaned, jacking her pert, round ass at the whirring intruder, “you can’t believe how good this feels! It’s…it’s better than a man!”

            That surprised me—but not enough to prevent me from slithering my hand inside my nightgown to squeeze my tiny tits. Leslie noticed the erotic move immediately. Bending her knees, she ardently guided her plastic lover in and out of her oozing pussy even faster. Pretty soon it seemed that nothing else existed in the whole world for me except the twirling white bristles of that nasty brush staring out at me from between her stretched labes. Suddenly, her lithe, brown body writhed spastically, and her passionate cries grew louder.

            “Ahhhh, god! Nancy! Oh, my god! I’m…I’m coming! Aieeee! Yes! Watch me come!” she wailed.

            I couldn’t have looked away even if I had wanted to. Her lustful expression, trembling body, and groans of pleasure made me clench my legs together so hard that I had a mini-orgasm. Leslie shook through her own climax for quite a long time until finally she relaxed her tensed thighs with a low, satisfying sigh. Then she did something that blew my mind. Withdrawing the toothbrush from her slick pussy, she brought the glistening shaft up to her lips and leisurely swiped her tongue across the shiny plastic.

            “Mmmmm! I taste pretty good!” she giggled.

            “Why did you just do that in front of me?” I asked, doing my best to sound angry.

            “Because I wanted you to see how wonderful it is,” she replied, sitting up. “You want to try? You know, there’s nothing wrong with two girls having some fun together when there’s no cock available!”

            Shocked at what she was suggesting, I was simultaneously disgusted and aroused by the idea. “I’m not into that!” I huffed.

            “Oh no?” she murmured, glancing down.

            Following her gaze, I saw a large, wet spot on my nightie where my juices had leaked through my panties. I was too humiliated to say anything, and it was during this awkward silence that my sexy friend made her move.

            Laying the toothbrush aside, she gently took me in her arms and kissed me hard before I was even aware of what was happening. It was kind of sloppy, but the pressure of her warm lips immediately destroyed all my inhibitions. Embracing her, I hesitantly poked my tongue into her mouth as I experienced the arousing heat of her large bosom crushing my petite chest. She must have been encouraged by my response, because the next thing I knew, she was rolling my nightie up over my head and cupping my swaying tits in both hands.

            “Ooooo, Nancy!” she cooed. “I love your titties, honey!”

            That sort of threw me—until she grazed her thumbs across my perky, pink nipples; then I forgot about everything but the exquisite tingling coursing through my belly.

            “I…I’ve never done this before,” I blurted out.

            “Neither have I,” she whispered, lowering her lips to my heaving chest. “We’ll learn together!”

            Then her wicked tongue was dabbing at my stiffening nipple, and I nearly had another orgasm. Arching my torso in ecstasy, I made a grab for her dangling, bronzed tits. Leslie whimpered softly as she increased the suction on my blossoming nipple.

            “Ohhhh, Leslie!” I moaned, shaking my shoulders. “Suck my tittie, girl! God, that feels sooo wonderful!”

            I probably could have come simply from the incredible stimulation of her steamy mouth, but I decided to prolong the fun by doing some nursing of my own. Gently prying her off my tit, I ducked low, lifted her swollen, brown nipple to my inquisitive lips, and went to work. The texture of her rubbery flesh straining against my tongue sent a fresh jolt of erotic energy straight to my pussy. Leslie seemed to enjoy it even more than I did. Grasping me around the waist, my sexy roommate rubbed her sassy tits into my face as she slowly inched her palms down over my ass to caress my flanks.

            For somebody who’d never done this before, she was really driving me crazy. When her left hand swept over the curve of my freckled thigh to pet my moist labes, I yipped with pleasure and nursed more urgently on her stubby nipple.

            “Jesus, Nancy!” she whimpered. “You’re so wet! I…I just have to taste you!”

            I hadn’t thought that far ahead, but the idea intrigued me. Releasing my oral grip, I sat back on my haunches and she was on me in a flash. Using her upper body strength, she bore down on me until I lay beneath her with my legs spread invitingly.

            We kissed again, only this time it was more sensual. Leslie’s tongue explored my mouth as easily as her hands explored my body, and I was breathless by the time she broke off to lick her way down toward my waiting pussy. I didn’t know what to expect exactly, but once she’d gently parted my slick labes and swept her tongue into my opening, I climaxed like never before.

            “Eeeeee! Leslie!” I cried, frantically rolling my hips. “You’re making me come! Ohhhh! I…I don’t believe it! Ahhhh! Don’t stop! Oh, god! Don’t stop!”

            Leslie peered up at me over the fringe of my flaming red bush, clearly astonished at my climax. But I was thrashing around so much that all she could do was grip my trembling ass and burrow in. The faster she whirled her tongue, the harder I popped until I was finally too exhausted to move. Lying passively in a sweaty heap as she lapped up the excess moisture from my satisfied pussy, I wondered what was going to happen next. It didn’t take me long to find out.

            Moving like a graceful, bronze cat, Leslie scooted around to poise her gaping pussy above my nose. As inviting as those dripping, engorged labes were, I wasn’t sure I could go through with what she clearly wanted me to do.

            “Please, Nancy,” she whispered, peeling herself open. “I’m…I’m so horny!”

            The need in her voice was too great to ignore—not to mention the musky odor of her arousal. Sliding my hands up the backs of her taut, tanned thighs, I cupped her firm ass to guide her down onto my waiting mouth. Suddenly, I was tasting a woman for the first time, and the tangy warmth of her juices fired my pussy up all over again.

            “Ohhhh, yes, Nancy!” she sighed. “Eat my pussy, baby! Eat me out!”

            She began humping wildly, rolling her drooling labes across my fluttering tongue like a sex-starved slut. With my nose wedged between her flexing ass-globes and my tongue flicking back and forth between her opening and her swollen clit, I soon found myself bucking my own hips as my desire mounted.

            Sensing how turned on I was, Leslie fell forward onto her elbows to bury her face in my crotch. The instant I felt her searing breath on my labes, I squeezed her muscular ass and chewed frantically on her bloated clit in anticipation of her tongue entering my pussy. But instead of the tender fluttering I was expecting, I got the thick, cool thrusting of plastic.

            As soon as I felt those subtle vibrations travel across my burning flesh, I panicked. But there was no time to get away. Suddenly, the fierce tickling of the pulsating handle shot through my lower belly like a bolt of lightning. Squealing at the top of my lungs, I burrowed into Leslie’s seeping pussy with a lustful urgency.

            Leslie was moaning even louder than I was at this point as she rode my eager tongue to climax. Clamping her sleek, young thighs around my head, she glued her lips to my swollen clit and fucked the rumbling torpedo into my pussy at top speed.

            The electrifying sensation building in my pussy quickly proved too much. My orgasm blindsided me, traveling from my pussy to my brain with the force of a rocket blast. Hitting the peak of my passion, I screamed into Leslie’s moist opening and twisted my head around in tight little circles, exerting just the right amount of pressure to make her explode.

            “Awwwwww, god! Yes! Ohhhh, Nancy! I’m coming, baby!” she yipped, tossing her head up in ecstasy. “Eat my pussy! Bite my clit! Aieeee! Yessss!”

            We held onto each other for a long time after the initial impact of our mutual orgasms had subsided; then Leslie wiggled off, gently eased her toy from my contracting pussy, and swung around to take me in her arms.

            “Want a taste?” she chirped, holding the humming device up to my lips.

            Smiling affectionately, I greedily lashed my tongue along the shiny, dew-covered plastic from one side while she did the same on the other until we met at the tip in a loving kiss.

            “Does…does this mean I’m a lesbian? Bi? What?” I asked her softly.

            Leslie shrugged. “Who knows? Does it matter? I mean—this will sure do until a real cock comes along—right?” No sooner had she said it than the toothbrush abruptly stopped cold. “Shit! The batteries are dead!”

            “No problem,” I told her, bumping my tummy into her hip. “I’ve got some spares in my dresser drawer!”

            “Great! Then let’s bring my joybuzzer back to life!”

            I was all for that, thinking to myself as I lewdly parted my thighs that I would have to get a joybuzzer of my own.