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Brittney arrived home and staggered into the front door as a wave of pleasure radiated from her pussy. What started as a constant tingling had now become more intense and she was flush from the feelings.

"Well, look at you, staying out late," Holly jabbed. She then took a closer look at her roommate and noticed the flushed look and the tussled clothes. "Shit, it looks like you just got fucked! Working for a living to pay the rent?" Brittney cringed at Holly's taunts.

"No..." Brittney boldly responded, but then trailed off as she couldn't think of anything else to add.

"Whatever, so where's my rent money? Wait! What the fuck! What did you do to your lips?" Holly spat out angrily as she grabbed Brittney by the chin and examined her face. "You got your lips enhanced? What the hell, you can pay for that shit but you can't pay me?"

"No, of course not," Brittney responded as she pulled away, flustered. She dug into her purse and pulled out the $200 and pushed it towards Holly, who grabbed it and started counting.

"That's it? $200? Where's the rest?"

"I'll get it! Please, I just got a job so I can pay you. I just need another week!" Brittney pleaded. Just then another spike of pleasure drove through her. She staggered but tried to keep her composure. "What's happening to me? I don't recall her mentioning this side effect," she thought. Luckily it appeared that Holly didn't notice.

"Fine. But you aren't getting off that easy. You want me to float you for another week then you need to start putting in a little extra effort. Right now I think Billy and I need a round of drinks. Why don't you go mix a batch of margaritas and bring them out?"

Billy was lounging on the couch and watching with interest the exchange between Holly and Brittney. He thought Holly's roommate was pretty fuckable. Maybe not the sexiest girl he'd seen but there was definitely something about her that he was attracted to. Brittney never gave him the time of day, so he also enjoyed seeing her being controlled by Holly.

Brittney relented to Holly's order and headed to the kitchen. A drink sounded pretty good about now, anyway. After mixing up the drinks, Brittney brought out the glasses for Holly and Billy and then started to head to her room.

"Oh no you don't, you need to stick around in case we need your services," Holly scolded Brittney.

Not coming up with a good excuse to leave, Brittney plopped down into the armchair across from the couch where Holly and Billy were sitting. Just then another spasm hit her pussy and a groan escaped her lips. Billy looked over at her but Holly just ignored it. Brittney curled up in the chair and pretended to focus on the television.

After about 15 minutes she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. She glanced over to see that Holly's fingers were slowly stroking the front of Billy's shorts. The outline of his hard-on was clearly visible against the material, while Holly's attention was focused on the TV. Around the same time Brittney noticed the waves of pleasure emanating from between her legs were happening more frequently. She licked her lips as another jolt of pleasure edged her closer to orgasm. As she was driven to higher states of sexual need she couldn't stop the fantasies that invaded her thoughts. She closed her eyes as an image of Billy's exposed hard cock being stroked by Holly's slender fingers flashed before her.

"Brittney!" Holly shouted for the second time. "Get us some refills," she ordered.

Groaning, Brittney slowly pulled herself out of the chair and leaned over to grab their glasses. She nearly toppled over onto Billy as a strong pulse radiated outward from her pussy. Billy was watching her intently, and she quickly grabbed his glass and rushed to the kitchen. As she stood at the counter in a panic, Brittney struggled with what to do. She didn't understand what was happening to her body or why these feelings were not only not subsiding, but instead were getting more intense. It was clear it had to do with the doctor's treatment. She considered calling her but the doctor's business card as well as Brittney's cell phone were in her purse back in the living room. Besides, it was getting late, and the doctor said to call if she felt any pain. Well, this wasn't pain... She wanted to run away and hide. But she also wanted to be fucked, hard. "Stop it, get a hold of yourself," she admonished herself for having such lewd thoughts. But then she groaned as it felt like 100 feathers were tickling her insides. The feathery feeling traveled to her clit and she nearly spilled the margarita pitcher as she doubled over and groaned again.

"Hey, hurry it up in there!" Holly shouted.

Brittney didn't want to go back out there, but didn't know what else to do. Dejectedly, she quickly refilled the drinks as the feathery feeling abated and made her way back to the living room. She handed out the drinks and fell back in her chair again, relieved to at least completing the task without another incident. She again pretended to watch television, but was lost in thoughts of lust and confusion as her pussy continued to **** her.

At the next commercial break she glanced over at Holly and Billy, and was shocked to see that Holly now had the button and zipper of Billy's shorts open and her hand was inside. She could see Holly was slowly stroking him as Holly continued to watch TV. To Brittney's horror, Billy was staring at her instead of at the TV, clear lust written across his face. She tried to look away, but just then another wave of pleasure began to build up inside her. This one was stronger than all the others, and it didn't let up. She could feel her body racing towards orgasm and she couldn't keep from twisting in the chair and pushing her hips out. But instead of crashing over into orgasm, she teetered on the edge. Her half closed eyes were locked on Billy's, unable to look away. She bit her lip hard to keep from crying out. She was pinned there, needing to orgasm, dreading it, aching for it, wanting to reach into her panties and furiously rub her clit, trying to hold it back, convinced that any second now she would cum and scream out as Billy watched the spectacle of Brittney's public orgasm. But her orgasm didn't come.

After what seemed like an eternity to her, her pleasure once again subsided, leaving her panting. Her muscles, which had been tensed, finally relaxed and she sunk back into the chair. A sheen of sweat coated her forehead. Billy still stared at her with clear lust in his eyes and she flushed with embarrassment, certain that he could tell what she was going through. She tried to shrink into the cushions, hoping to disappear and escape this embarrassment. She wanted to run away, but felt glued to the spot as fantasies of being fucked by Billy flooded her head.

"What's wrong with you? Are you sick or something?" Holly asked as she glared at Brittney.

"No, nothing, I'm fine," Brittney squeaked out. Holly stared at her for a few more moments before turning her attention back to the television. Her hand returned to idly stroking Billy's member.

Brittney hardly had time to recover, as only a few minutes later her body began to ramp up again. "Please, not again!" she begged to herself. But there was nothing she could do to stop it. Overwhelming pleasure radiated from her pussy, and within seconds she was again on the edge of a massive orgasm. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out the feelings. Images of being fucked by Billy again invaded her thoughts. Her dream from the prior night came back to her, and she recalled how aroused she had been at the thought of being **** to lick Holly's pussy. She opened her eyes only to find Billy again staring intently at her. "Oh god, please not here!" she thought as she tried to push these erotic images away. Her nipples were hard and aching, visible even through her bra. Her pussy contracted as if in orgasm, but then held her at the peak without falling over. Another contraction, and Brittney moaned loudly, which got Holly's attention.

"What the hell?" Holly blurted out, staring at Brittney.

Another contraction hit Brittney, stronger than the last two. "Oh god..." Brittney cried out loud, no longer able to contain it. Both Billy and Holly now watched her, agape. She locked eyes with Holly and couldn't look away. For endless seconds Brittney's body was held at the brink. And then another contraction drove her over the precipice. She screamed out as her body thrashed and twisted in orgasm. She began thrusting her hips upward as her juices flowed, soaking through her panties and dripping down her thighs. Every millimeter of her sex felt like it was being stimulated. The orgasm went on and on as Brittney shook and screamed out again and again as the most intense orgasm of her life tore through her.

Watching the spectacle of Brittney's orgasm was the hottest thing he'd ever witnessed, and Billy couldn't hold back as his cock spewed out blast after blast. He thrust his cock against Holly's hand as his cum coated the inside of his shorts and Holly's fingers. A large wet spot soaked through his shorts.

"Fuck!" Holly cried as she yanked her hand out after feeling Billy's hot cum coat her fingers.

Brittney's orgasm finally faded and she was mortified at the realization that both Holly and Billy watched the whole thing. She slunk back into the chair, pulled her still shaking legs up to her chest, and buried her face against her knees, red with embarrassment.

"You fucking slut!" Holly shouted at Brittney after realizing what just happened. "What the hell was that? What, do you have a vibe stuck up your cunt? Is that how you get your kicks? You're a fucking exhibitionist, getting off on us watching you? Last night you listen to us through the wall and now this? You are so fucked up!"

"No, it's not like that," Brittney squeaked.

"Oh? What is it, then? And you!" Holly turned to Billy without giving Brittney time to answer. "What the hell, were you watching her the whole time? Is that what gets you off, watching my slut roommate? Get out," Holly shouted as she wiped his cum off her hand and onto his shorts.

"Aww, come on, be reasonable!" Billy argued. "That was fucking hot! Don't tell me that it didn't get you worked up. I know you better than that."

"Shut up!" Holly shouted, angered that he said that in front of Brittney, especially since it wasn't far from the truth. "Just get out, now!"

Billy reluctantly got up and zipped up his shorts. As he walked past Brittney he leaned down and whispered to her, "That really was hot, babe. Thanks for the show."

A small spasm went through Brittney's pussy and she sunk further into the chair as Billy left.

"Hey!" Holly shouted at Brittney. "You don't have anything to say for yourself? On second thought forget it, I don't want to hear it. I don't know why I don't just throw you out now as well. Clean up this mess. I'm going to bed," Holly fumed as she stormed off. But the truth was, Holly did get worked up watching Brittney. Once back in her room Holly rubbed her clit to two orgasms while images of Brittney squirming in orgasm filled her head before she finally fell asleep.

Brittney remained in the chair and quietly sobbed. It took a long while before she recovered enough to pull herself out of her chair. She finally picked up the clutter in the living room and dragged herself to bed.

Brittney tossed and turned, exhausted from her ordeal that evening but unable to sleep soundly. She couldn't believe what happened, what she had done in front of Holly and Billy. She didn't know how she could face them again after having had a screaming orgasm right in front of them. She was scared to get out of bed and face the wrath of her roommate again. She figured there was a good chance she'd be homeless before sunset. She needed to talk to the doctor, this just couldn't be normal. But throughout the night she did feel back to normal. No tingling, no crazy orgasm inducing spasms coming from her pussy. Maybe last night was just a temporary side effect. With that encouraging thought, she dozed off.