Cumming in the Bath

Clarissa stopped shaving her pussy as she was told. Week after week, she took pictures of her progress, all on her old phone. It had no SIM card, no service, and was disconnected from wifi. She hid it away, where no one would ever see it. Except maybe Will.

She hadn’t decided whether or not to send them to her boyfriend. They’d never sent nudes before. It was too risky. But they’d been together for almost two years, and they were both positive they would get married.

He’d stared at her from across the room the last time they were together. She blushed, because they were both thinking the same thing. The secret beneath her clothes. They were the only two in the world who knew about Clarissa’s pussy. She knew he was imagining her nude, probably jerking off to the thought. Will knew that she had a wild bush. No one else did.

Her grandmother had given her a long necklace with a cross on it. She wore it everyday. She always took off the necklace to take the nudes. But today, she left it on. In the bathroom, her camera snapped picture after picture. Clarissa’s rabid horniness took over as she spread her legs, touching herself and envisioning how she would blow Will’s mind when she finally had the chance. The cross necklace draped over her chest, hanging between her breasts. Will would cum so fast when he felt Clarissa’s tight, virginal pussy.

She put the phone down and relaxed, sinking into the bathtub. She began masturbating to the thought of…of…well, she couldn’t quite admit it even to herself. Her toes curled as she massaged her clit, the running water drowning out her soft moans.

After her first two orgasms, she grabbed her offline phone, which was sitting on the tub’s edge. She scrolled through the photos, amazed at her own supple body. She was **** to show herself to her boyfriend.

In a haze of slutty, reckless desire, she connected her phone to the wifi and started a message to Will.

“Cum on my bush…” it read.

She backspaced the message and disconnected the phone’s wifi. What on earth was she thinking?

She set the phone on the ledge and rolled over in the tub so she was on her knees. She bent over, her fingers wandering over to her tight little teenage asshole. Her middle finger rubbed the edge of her ass and she closed her eyes, bracing herself for the punishment.

She imagined a group of men standing over her, watching. She bit her lip as one finger entered, then two, then three. Her mouth opened as she slowly worked in and out of her asshole, having practiced this many times before.

“You’ve been a bad girl…” she whispered to herself.

The ghost men watched over her. She covered her mouth with her other hand as her three fingers spread her asshole, punishing her, and she tried not to moan.

“Bad…girl…”

Clarissa didn’t know how much seed had been spilt from Will as he imagined fucking her. Nor had he any idea how many orgasms had rippled through his girlfriend’s body as she'd envisioned one depraved scene after another. Sometimes Will was involved, sometimes not. He had no idea how insatiable his woman really was.

She flipped over on her back and resumed masturbating with her thin legs spread. With two fingers in her ass while her other hand massaged her clit, she brought herself to orgasm, her moans barely above a whisper.

She thrust her hips into the air, cumming again and again.

“Fuck it,” she whispered, snatching her phone off the ledge. She reconnected to the wifi and sent three of the photos over email. Will had a secret email account, and so did she. Deep down, they both knew that this was what those hidden email accounts were for, but they’d lied and told themselves it was only for love letters. Will would finally see her bush. He could finally see where he’d be spilling his cum. Clarissa sent the message and orgasmed again.