Renee Trying To Control Herself

Renee was frozen in fear, her mind racing at the thought that she had just fucked Cynthia. She had somehow just grown a dick and fucked Cynthia. Looking down at the offending slab of meat hanging off of her, it was still rock hard, occasional beads of clear fluid dripping off the end of it, she tightened her stomach and saw it bob up and down in response, the sensation sending shudders up her spine.

Trying her best to ignore the throbbing dick begging for her attention, she turned back towards the bed, yanking off the cum drenched covers in frustration, steadying herself as part of it just barely brushed past her dick and caused her to roll her hips backwards away from it. Steeling herself, she balled up the cover and went to get a mop for the cum all over the floor, stopping as she realised her cock was still leaking, and a cool sensation across her thighs alerted her to the fact that her pussy was doing a good job of keeping up, soaking her crotch and thighs. She reached for a shirt for a moment before reaching for Cynthia's instead, grabbing it and wiping her thighs before gently dabbing it against her pussy, stopping as she felt the material made contact with her pussy lips. Throwing the shirt on top of the balled up cover, she grabbed both and made sure to hold them well above waist level, keeping them well away from her cock, which still refused to go down.

Making her way down the hall and out through the kitchen, she stepped into the utility room, opening the washing machine and throwing the clothes out of it before stuffing the cover and Cynthia's shirt into the machine, turning it on. She watched almost mesmerized as the machined hummed to life, feeling the floor shake slightly as it started to spin. The thought of grinding herself up against it nagged at her mind, biting her lip as she tried to tell herself it was a bad idea. Still, her breathing was getting ragged again as she put her hand on the edge of the machine, feeling the thumping vibration send tingles up her arm.

Against her better judgement, she moved closer, resting the tip of her cock against the edge of the machine causing it to start leaking pre more profusely. Throwing caution to the wind, she jumped up on the machine, sitting on top of it and shifting towards the corner. Letting her legs hang to either side so that she could press the corner directly against her pussy and the base of her cock. Both her hands were resting on the top of the machine between her legs, pressed together in such a way for her wrists to cradle her cock as her back arched, hips rolling forwards to push her cock down into the vibrating machine. Almost beyond her control, she started humping her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy and clit across the top of the machine. Her legs started to seize together her whole body wanting to curl up in the pleasure, leaning onto her back and drawing her legs straight up into the air as she leaned back on the machine. One hand was trapped between her clenched thighs, fingers wiggling against her pussy, while the other grabbed her cock and started stroking it, furiously pumping it up and down.

With her weight on her back now, she could feel her entire body being shaken by the machine, feeling the vibrations even in her lips as her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Her legs twitched towards her torso as she curled up, knees almost coming back to meet her chest. A feat of flexibility that gave her a moment of surprise, quickly washed away as she felt a surge up the length of her dick before a torrent of cum blasted out of it, trying to point her cock away from herself and failing as another twitch made her body tense up again, curling up and making her cock spurt directly at her own face.