Then, she stepped into the bathtub and closed the glass doors. The water was at the exact temperature she liked. It felt terribly good as it sprayed over her body. Business-like she took the bar of lightly perfumed soap and began to lather her body, running her hands, caressingly, but unconsciously so over her breasts, her abdomen, thighs, buttocks and, finally, her genitals. Desperately, she tried to ignore the erotic signals her body beamed to her.
She did ignore the sex messages, until she turned up the pressure to begin rinsing the soap off; then, as she faced the stinging shower, it seemed to caress her, and her body was alive to the lewd sensations it created. Then, she remembered:
She had read it in that book, tonight… but it had meant nothing then. Suddenly, she knew. She would do it. Certainly it was harmless and maybe it would work. impulsively, her hands trembling, she reached up to the shower head and twisted it off. Instantly, the stinging spray became a full, torrential stream of water. She leaned back, allowing the stream to strike her directly on the fleshy folds of her pussy. No… this isn’t right…! What did it say to do?
Remembering, after a moment, she lay down in the tub, spreading her legs wide and shifting her hips about, until the full stream of water was hitting against the pulsating shaft of her tiny clitoris. Both her hands, then, went to her pussy, one on either side, to spread the fleshy lips, slightly, exposing her cunt, nakedly, to the rushing stream. She would never have believed it possible. It began to feel so good… so wonderfully erotic, and I’m not doing… a-anything to myself… really… it’s just the water! 000oooohhhh!
Delicately delicious ecstasy began to envelope her, and she was lost in the complete enjoyment of it. She shivered and moaned aloud, uncontrollably, as her hips began to undulate upwards against the stream of water. “OOoooh, that’s wonderful…!”
Yes… the masturbatory effect of the water felt wonderful to her, but there was something missing. She needed more to bring her to that plateau of rapture that was the jumping off place for the mountain top of her orgasm. It’s not the same… as h-having Bill’s c-cock… deep up inside of me! She was instantly shocked and horrified that she had thought of it, and more so when she realized she had actually named it. It was a word she had, steadfastly, refused to say… even to herself.
Then, she spotted the white, plastic nozzle of her vaginal douche kit hanging with its long hose over the top of the shower enclosure. She had used it many times for its designed purpose. Now, she saw a different use for it. Reaching up she unscrewed the nozzle from the hose. Then, she held it in her hand for a moment, studying it, a feeling of shame flooding through her as she contemplated a new use for the implement. After all, it’s been in me lots of times…!
Not realizing that she was using it as a dildo, she inserted the smooth plastic nozzle into the warm, throbbing channel of her cunt, moving it in and out, vigorously; instinctively, she concentrated on the top of her cuntal passage where she felt the most sensation… But.. it’s too small! It’s not filling me… the way Bill’s cock does!
Desperately, she plunged the makeshift little cock in and out of her seething cunt… Feeling, knowing that her orgasm was there, just out of reach, tantalizing her. Oh, God… I I’ve got to have, s-something bigger… in me! I’m so close… so close to cumming… but I can’t yet!
She dropped the douche nozzle into the bathtub beside her. I’ve already gone this far… I-I might as well… Holding three of her fingers, rigidly, together, she plunged them into her needful, love-starved cunt. OOoooh! That’s it! Aaugh!
All of the prohibitions, taboos and chiding’s that could have been mustered would not have stopped her, at that moment. With closed eyes, she lay back in the steamy warmth of the bathtub, spreading her white, smoothly tapering thighs wider for greater access and ease, her own hand transformed, in her imagination, into Bill’s massive, rampaging cock.
She could feel the lubricious liquidity of her tender vaginal lining on her fingers as they moved in and out, rhythmically, the breadth of her three fingers feeling almost like the plunging cock-head Bill had driven into her so often.
Then, her other hand found the shaft of her sensitive, throbbing clitoris, and together both hands moved in unison, while ecstatically searing sensations swept over her, almost drowning her in soaring erotic rapture.
Faye was lost completely to her self indulgent, auto-erotic stimulation, and she revelled in it. It had been too long… too many days and nights that she had been denied her sexuality. Now, she felt almost the same… as if Bill were laboring over her, his muscular body driving his hard cock into her… and she was almost ready to cum. There was only one thing wrong: Oh, God… my fingers aren’t long enough… t-to reach all the way up inside… the way Bill’s cock does!
The array of realistic plastic cocks, the dildoes she had seen in the showcase popped into her mind, and she knew, suddenly, that if she had one, right at that instant, it would be right It would be the answer to her need… and her need was great! She had to cum.. now!
Increasingly the depth to which her plunging fingers reached, desperately, she drove her striving body, as her hips writhed in uncontrollable gyrations under her; then faster and faster she stroked herself… until, with a rush, her orgasm overcame her, convulsively. Her legs jerked out, splaying widely, her breath came, pantingly, and she kept her hand moving, wildly and recklessly for several more cunt-punishing, plundering strokes. Then, with one final plunge, her hips thrust up to meet her hand. AAAAAAAuuuuuuuugggggghhhhhh! I-It’s almost here! I’m c-cuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnggggg! AAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggghhh!
With a sigh of satisfaction, Faye relaxed back into the bathtub, as wave after wave of orgasmic euphoria swept over her. I-I came! Oh! It feels so good… absolutely wonderful!… Almost the same… as if Bill had f-fucked me!
Suddenly, she sat bolt upright. I-I did it to myself!
She was shocked. She had been so involved that her conscious mind had been out of control. It was her body that demanded and got its release. She had masturbated herself to complete orgasm!… And, I actually thought that horrible word Bill’s always using! Dear God! It’s horrible… t-to think about it… I abused myself… and it’s wrong! Wrong!
Guilt and remorse crowded into her mind to negate the pleasure she had experienced but moments before, and she reached for the faucet handles, turned the stream of water off and stood to her feet. Determinedly, she screwed the shower head into place, turned the water on, again, and hastily finished her shower.
Quickly, she dried herself, not daring to look at her own beautifully luscious body, glowing with health and the aftermath of soaring, sexual satisfaction; then, clutching her dressing robe about her, she padded back into the bedroom. Bill was still asleep. Under no circumstances, now, she decided, would she awaken him.
Selecting one of her older, cover-up nightgowns, she shrugged it on over her head to hide the shame of her body from herself. It felt s-so good… for a little while… Why do I have to ruin it… by feeling so guilty about it?
Tenderly, she tucked Bill in, pulling up the bedclothes, comfortably, around him. He stirred once, turned to his side and settled back to sleep. Dear God… what can I do…? If Bill doesn’t get well… so he can make love to me… the right way… it would be more than I could take… and I d-don’t want to d-do it to myself… like I just did! I feel so bad… afterwards…