The Next Morning, Elsewhere

"UH! Ha...soOoo goood!"

Gasps and grunts with the repeated sound of smacking hips reverberated in the early morning.

"M... wha-?" Morgan mumbled, eyes blearily opening as her mind re-oriented away from the pleasurable dream she had already begun to forget.

The noise from across the room stood out harsh, less because of the actual volume than by the raunchy and lewd variety.

"Fill me up with your hot seed baby! OH FUCK!I wanna feel my tummy bursting as you pump that monster into my slutty little ass!"

Morgan wiped her eyes, befuddled as to what could be happening as the voice of this woman, whoever she was, continued to grow more and more frantic.

What met her eyes had her jaw figuratively dropping to the floor. Her little sister's freckled ass waved in the air like some white beacon, her cute little fingers playing frantically over the pink of her vagina down below. From her behind up in the air, which wiggled in pleasure even now, down the slope of her slim belly and chest to where her cute face lay on the bed she was completely nude, blankets scattered to the side like she didn't even care if someone somehow saw her in such a state.

Morgan made the mistake of darting her eyes off to the side for a second, subconsciously curious what could have the girl so "entertained". The laptop laying on the girl's bed showed a sight most perverted. Wide hips bounced, their owner feminine and appealing if Morgan swung that way. Her heavy chest swirled in hypnotic patterns. Below the shrieking girl, the unmistakable sight of manly legs and a well proportioned cock appeared and disappeared as she bounced atop the faceless man's crotch. The only odd thing was the addition of something a little less "feminine" bouncing between the girl's legs. The girl had a cute little dick with almost non-existent balls, standing at nearly full mast as she fucked herself on this stud's own member.

Those breasts do look a little too firm… the thought rushed through Morgan's mind even as she tore her gaze away. The whole assessment of her sister and of her exposure took only a moment and left Morgan completely baffled.

“Chelsea!” Morgan coughed out, too stricken by what she’d seen that she couldn’t think what else to say.

Chelsea twisted her head about, backside pointed straight at Morgan, hand still playing a furious pace on her slippery mound. Face flushed and breathing erratic she finally recognized that her sister and roomy was currently awake.

“Mornin’ Morgan-” she gulped, wetting her lips as her eyes flicked between the raunchy sight on her laptop and her sister across the room. “Sorry if I was a little loud, I’ve just been feeling a bit frisky lately.” she said as if it were a completely normal thing to acknowledge.

“Why-or I mean-can you save it for a… better time?” Morgan asked, trying to keep from looking anywhere but at the nude girl.

“Mmm…” Chelsea moaned into the bed, her hips shifting with the rhythm in her heart.

“Yeah..mm…just let me get one or-ooohh-two out real quick”

The wet sound of fingers sliding through soaking wet labia grew apace as Chelsea spoke, as if to back up her statement.

For a time neither spoke, Morgan too confused by what the other girl was thinking, masturbating like this in front of her, and Chelsea too focused on playing herself to a mindless crescendo. The sloppy wet sounds filled the room, adding to the even lewder dialogue being passed from the laptop’s speakers.

“If-hah-if you want, I could share, this dickgirl stuff is actually kinda hot!”

Morgan blinked, face flushing at the thought of joining the girl in her ludicrous position.

“What?!” she turned, immediately regretting it as she now saw the girl in the same position but with both hands now being used on her unmentionables. Apparently she had taken further inspiration from what was happening on screen as her left pinky finger was now being used to poke at her tiny rosebud between her cute ass cheeks.

“The fuck?!” Morgan said, eyes going wide, sitting up in her bed in further shock.

What had happened to the girl? Chelsea was the furthest thing from a voyeur that Morgan knew, usually the mere mention of anything sexual would have the girl blushing up a storm and stumbling over every other word. Yet here she was, blasting porn loud enough anyone outside the room could hear it, with her bare ass on display for her roommate and her fucking pinky shoved inside her own asshole, talking about how hot dickgirl porn was and that her sister should try it out with her???

“Chelsea!? CHELSEA!” Morgan yelled, standing up and staring daggers at the girl.

That seemed to get her attention as she turned, alarmed by her sister’s tone.

“Uh… what?” she asked, hands finally stopping their constant rhythm on her sex, still coated in a sheen of her own juice, her chest rising and falling on the sheets.

“It’s-” Morgan sighed, relaxing her tensed body “I don’t want you doing that in here right now. Do you get that?” she said, expression calming somewhat now that Chelsea had slowed. The laptop was still going as loud as ever, the image distracting because the dickgirl began to spurt little strings of pearlescent goop. The man’s hand came into view, gripping the hilt of the tiny member, directing it’s tip up to splatter the last of the girl’s climax all over her belly even as she leaned forward, trying to reach her tongue out towards her small dick.

Chelsea seemed to notice the temporary distraction as she turned for a glance, her face shifting into a cute little pout at seeing the climax of the video play out without her.

“Fiiiine…” Chelsea grumbled, swinging her body around so instead of being on her knees she could lay back on her freckled backside, hands splayed out to either side as she rested. She didn’t even pay attention to the fact that the video was still playing, with all it’s blush-inducing dialogue.

Morgan ignored it as well, trying to not pay any mind to the rising heat in her own chest. How could Chelsea seem to be so oblivious? Naked and sweaty the girl continued to heave, careless of the fact that she was completely on display.

“Look. Sorry.” Morgan said, sighing as she sat once more on the edge of her bed. “I just don’t understand, why are you just… masturbating like that… is something wrong?” worry masking her soft features beneath her mass of dark hair.

“No… I was just horny…” Chelsea mumbled, still pouting.

“You were... horny?” Morgan’s tone, confused at the admittedly obvious but also odd statement.

So then why didn’t you go take care of it in the bathroom or something? She wondered.

Chelsea sat up and with a huff continued to speak. “It’s just, since yesterday when I walked in on Becca and her clone jerking off their huge dicks, I haven’t been able to get the idea out of my head. So this morning when I woke up and I was kind of horny I thought I’d look up some other girl’s with dicks and it's super hot!”

Chelsea shrugged as if what she had just said made some kind of sense.

As the still completely nude girl rose from her bed, grabbing her laptop with her, Morgan merely gaped at her, small confused noises coming out of her mouth as her sister walked down the hall, small droplets running down from her still swollen labia to cool on her freckled thighs.

What the fuck just happened?