Shower and A Party?

You turn and face the mirror and look at yourself. You were still hot even after crying for a bit. You noticed the dried cum that formed a line from you chest to shoulder no doubt one of the many ropes jettisoned out of Gwen's cock. 'How much cum did you unload earlier..' you thought to yourself. You really need to be careful because that is a loaded weapon. Hopefully Gwen is jacking away draining her balls so she doesn't become too much of a threat.

You looked yourself over one last time admiring your ass, still not believing you were gifted with a body like this, and went to turn on the shower. You undo your bra releasing your breasts from their clothed prison. 'Fuck that feels good' You say out loud. Your tits had become a bit sore being squished for so long. You contemplate not wearing a bra as you go to remove your thong. You hook your fingers around the sides and peel it off. As you do you felt that ache jolt to life as the fabric rubs against your clit as it is taken away. You look down and noticed you were puffy again as well as soaked with the translucent strings of girl cum sticking to you once dry thong. You curse to yourself that your arousal was starting up again. Sensitive clit and an excessively wet pussy, fan-fucking-tastic.

You choose to ignore the ache and press on with your shower. Hopefully this stifles any craving for a bit longer. You waited for the water to get just right before you hopped in. It was instant gratification. The warm water felt felt like heaven on your skin as you begin to soap up and wash the reminisces of your sisters explosion . No matter how much you tried to run from the thought, your mind kept going back to her her cum and cock. It was like a sound getting louder and louder. You could only drown it out for so long until ...you stop all thought as pleasure courses through your as you as your drag soap over your chest. This had an unknown effect until now and it took you by surprise. You nipples seemed to be extremely sensitive as well. This sparked a fire that soon made that noise louder and you couldn't help but listen.

You brace yourself against the wall of the shower and swallow hard. 'Oh fuck. No...here I go again.' you say as you start to get the same feeling as earlier. The feeling between your legs got stronger. 'Fuck I need to cum again. Why does this happen this easily. I just get hungry for it. Fuck it I don’t care.' you knew it was inevitable. The fear of being a women slowly went away and the regret of touching yourself was non-existent. You seem to want,no, need it. You wanted to feel it again. The eruption of pleasure and experience. The feeling of you pussy spasm and contract. . The gush of release during you climax. You pushed yourself too far and now needed to cum again. You needed it or you felt the fire would not go away.

After learning how soft and sensitive your nipples were, you slow down and take your time.You brace yourself against the wall and spread your legs a bit and use your hand once again to go straight to you clit and gentley rub. The familiar feelings return as the sparks start to fly. Only this time they seemed a bit less explosive than before. No matter you didn't think or notice it much of it as you started to build a good rhythm. The feeling of cumming was close and that’s all you needed. You take your clit inbetween your fingers and rub up and down. 'Oh shit.' is all you can muster as you legs start to go weak. You start breathing heavy as you pussy started to contract and pulse. You are so close but it's taking a longer time. It was **** and touching yourself seems to only make the ache worse.

You rub your fingers in circles remembering seeing women touch themselves in the porn you watched. Rubbing just right to feel yourself get lost in the pleasure. The legs started to grow weak and the rush of bliss felt fast approaching. You let out soft moans and grunts as you start moving faster. You pussy was fighting you and you needed this orgasm more then the last time.

In the heat of passion and the sounds of the water you had been oblivious to the sound of knocking. Who is there at the worst time ever.