A different person moves in to take your boyfriend's place

Onscreen the camera zooms in on your busy fingers as they strum along their instrument, producing wet sounds and gasps as they make you hotter and hotter. Made, you remind yourself, somehow oblivious to the fact that you're copying the movements of your onscreen self perfectly.

A car stops outside in the street, facing the laundromat from the other side of the T-intersection that is directly outside. It's headlights are like a spotlight upon you, but you don't even notice.

"You wanna get fucked?" Billy asks onscreen.

You nod. "Oh yeah."

The boys smirk, hearing the words from both computer and you at the same time.

Without putting down the camera Billy unzips, not even bothering to remove his clothes as he drops down upon you. With no finesse he slams himself into you like he always did. In and out with thought only for his own pleasure, just like every one of your boyfriends has always done.

In the spot-light of the car's headlights three fingers substitute for his dick, squishing in and out as hard as you can make them go. Like in the movie you moan and groan, your body arching and bucking back at him as your legs spread as wide as they can to let even more of him in.

His body picks up pace, the camera catching one of his hands tugging hard on your small breast, an action you duplicate with enthusiasm in real-life. Harder and harder he thrusts but it's you who cums first, squealing with joy as an orgasm erupts, giving you barely enough time to thrash your way through it before he yanks out like he always did. Onscreen you scurry forward as he steps forward, knowing what he likes. Cum sprays from his dick onto your face, painting several stripes before the last drop falls. Shaking his dick one last time he zips up before backing away.

Still hot your hands roam your body as you lick a little cum that's near your lips. You re-arrange your body on the bed and finally succumb to the ****.

The scene from the camera goes a little wild as Billy arranges the camera beside the bed, giving a view of you from the side before he leaves the room. It isn't long before someone enters the picture.

You recognize Zach Liddle, a weaselly boy from back home who'd had a lot of run-ins with the cops. He'd tried to persuade you to sleep with him by offering you money, and when that didn't work by intimidation. You'd held strong, however.

Now, or rather then, you'd had no way to defend yourself. In fact, if you hadn't seen the video before you'd have had no idea that Zach had found a way to screw you.

"Oh God," you groan, partly in disgust, and partly from arousal as you continue to strum away at your girly bits, oblivious to the fact that the car hasn't yet moved. Surely the light must have changed once or twice, but the car stays still. Not that you notice as you see Zach dive right in.

Even on the smaller screen of the laptop its obvious Liddle lives up to his name but he fucks like a big man, all but throwing himself forward each time.

Reducing your fingers to two in your pussy to compensate you thrust just as hard as Zach, going from nail to knuckle every second. Your folded thumb hits your clit each time, driving your arousal higher and higher, helped along by the thrashing of the machine you're lying on.

Zach takes as little time to climax in the film as you do in real life, and you find your own cries of pleasure echoing his as if the two of you were lovers cumming together.

Then the shameful part as Billy moves off-screen. Even worse, you find yourself cumming again as you hear Zach speak.

"Alright Billy, we're even. I'm scratching the twenty you owe me."