Feeling Guilt

Susan lay fainting in her room, naked on the floor with pools of semen around her. Her half-closed eyes barely made out the time through the blurry lines.

“Mmm... 5 o’clock... shit,” she muttered dejectedly.

With great mortification, she began to remember how, after escaping from Vanessa's house, she locked herself in and, overcome by her sexual urges, masturbated wildly while watching porn. Her mind overflowed with thoughts of the redhead as she ejaculated like a torrent until she fell ****.

«Shit, shit... What did I do! I lost control... if I hadn't stopped myself... and Vanessa...,» she thought, regretting her actions.

Feeling her body heavy, she **** herself to relive how she was so close to having sex with her best friend that in that moment she wasn't herself. A hungry and lustful being had completely possessed her; it was definitely her masculine side that had taken control of her brain last night.

«Oh my God... these urges... they're even stronger than before... Oh my goodness! What will Vanessa think of me?»

She realized that not only was she going to hurt her neighbor, but that she had discovered her big secret. Trillions of thoughts assaulted her, all of them with horrible outcomes.

«He must think I'm a mistake of nature... Will he tell the others to retaliate? Will he report me to the police? My life is ruined.»

She spent the rest of the day without eating anything, locked in her room in an ocean of guilt and fear. She expected the police to knock on the door looking for her at any moment, but they never came.

Although that didn't diminish the immense guilt that made her bury her face in the pillow, crying inconsolably.

The next day, her condition improved a little. This time, hunger overcame her, forcing the young woman to leave her confinement. Her parents noticed Susan's deep depression, but she didn't dare tell them about her encounter with Vanessa.

"What will she think of me? Maybe I should leave... It's not stupid, she probably hates me."

Thoughts like that pounded on her soul constantly as she tossed and turned in her room. She couldn't find anything that could even distract her from her terrible situation, and there was something even worse.

The memory of what she had experienced with her friend caused her a constant fever that was difficult to ignore. Without realizing it, she found herself aroused, her genitals demanding attention.

«Don't do it, Susan, don't do it... don't lose control... just stay calm, just don't think about... about... about those delicious breasts or her perfect red hair, or even that sweet strawberry scent... oh God.»

As she became lost in her fantasies, her right hand unconsciously moved forward to caress herself.

«Mmm... yessss... I wish I could smell that fragrance again... and it wouldn't be bad to taste her lips again... I want it... so much... FUCK FUCK.»

Before she realized it, the woman was masturbating on the bed. Her hormones took over, she rubbed her Thing on the pillow, imagining it was her friend's insides. Her hands gripped the mattress with unbridled fury while her hips moved up and down so roughly that it made the bed creak.

«FUCK FUCK»

“Ooooh... it's so wrong... but it feels so good... OOOOOH... if I'm going to destroy you, Vane... yessss... take my cum... AHHHHHHH”

Sick with lust, he unloaded his semen with a distorted expression of pleasure on his face, his mouth open, expelling his heat-soaked breath as he muttered obscenities.

“Ooohh... fuck that feels so good... ahhhh... fuck... fuck... I love to fuck”

Like other times after draining her libido, her rational side returned, along with guilt and shame. It was increasingly difficult for her to contain her masculine instincts, but the pleasure also became more lasting.

“Ooooh no... it's stronger than before... mmm... oh my, how intense... I need help”

Dejected, Susan could only find refuge in one person, her only consolation and emotional shelter.

“Dr. Johnson... I have to go to her... mmh... she's the only one who can help me...”

«FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK»

But before picking up the phone, her sexual impulses drove her to move her hips again; the friction was more than enough for them to lose control.

“ Oooh... I think I'll call you later.... Mmmmh... I need to finish this first... ahhhhh”

The young woman continued her sexual whirlwind, which took her four intense hours of pleasure. When she finished, completely exhausted and panting, she grabbed her phone.

“ Mmm... uh... hello, Doctor... ahh... I need to talk to you... mmm... I think... ahh... I think I have a problem.”