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Enid knows she must be dreaming as this is just crazy. Not only is she naked and splaying her pussy for all to see but she is doing so in front of her roomie, Wednesday Addams. She cannot for the life of her understand how she got here nor why the tiny goth is studying her nether regions with such intensity. The sight of those dark eyes devouring every detail of her cunt has her blushing beyond reason.
“So that is what yours looks like eh, show me what you can do with it.” Wednesday commands Enid, her tone so sharp and imperious that Enid can feel herself wanting to do its bidding. She is though embarrassed as hell, is she going to show Wednesday the way around her pussy?! She is dying!
“Don’t keep me waiting!” Wednesday snaps and Enid’s hands immediately snap down to her cunt and begins to fumble around tentatively.
“Is that truly how it is done? I want words, Enid.” Wednesday scolds her and the tone has her pussy positively flooding, the feeling of ceding control just makes her feel a wonderful sense of freedom.
“Yes Wednesday, I mean no. You are supposed to work slowly first, to build up to penetration.” Enid starts to try and explain masturbation while doing masturbation, not a situation she ever thought she would find herself in. But here she is, fingering herself in front of the girl she is madly in love with. And has no idea if she is even remotely interested. Her fingers on the one hand begin to make lazy circles around the outer labia while the other spreads her folds for both better access and view.
“And you are doing what now? Narrate it to me.” Wednesday commands, voice still sharp but also tinged with fascination. Enid almost purrs at the change in tone, knowing she can influence the goth this way.
“Uh… yes… I am working my pussy on the outside to increase… uh… slick production and make… eh.. penetration more pleasureable.” Enid groans out as her hands begin to work their magic, and that Wednesday is watching her makes it ever the more alluring.
“You are stimulating the outer labia to provide ample lubrication for object insertion, got it. You really need to work on your vocabulary. You do seem well lubricated though, proceed.” Wednesday lectures her in that oh so annoying, and oh so alluring, crisp tone of hers indicating how much better she is. But she is talking about masturbation for crying out loud, Enid’s mind is reeling.
“Ye… yes… You are… right. I will… go in.” Enid can’t deny that she is creaming so hard because of Wednesday watching her, paying attention to her. Wanting her?! So she surely is wet enough for penetration. She starts by sinking one finger into the first knuckle and letting it rest there for a while to grow accustomed to the sensation.
“Did I say you could stop narrating?!” Wednesday snaps at her and twists one of her nipples to further drive the point home, Enid gasps out at the sensation and feels how as the pain fades it makes her even hornier. Did she like that?!
“Sorry, yes… I am letting my pussy get used to the sensation of penetration and being filled. And piece by piece I will move it… further… in.” Enid moans out as she sinks the finger in piece by piece with a small break for adjusting to the sensation. Within a minute the entire finger is lodged inside her pussy, filling her.
“And this is masturbation? A finger?” Wednesday asks coldly if with interest. Enid blushes further and moans a little again, she cannot behave right now.
“Ah, no. I will work it in and out and through so doing cause stimulation until I… ah… orgasm.” Enid explains while she starts to, deliciously slowly, saw her finger in and out of her sopping cunt. Causing the space to be filled with the low sucking sounds of her pussy trying to keep the finger in and then a sort of plop when it goes back in. Her moans form a counterpoint to the sloppy cunt sounds.
“You will tell me when you are close to this… orgasm.” Wednesday demands and Enid groans slightly, not liking where this is going. And feeling that she surely is not far off from her first peak.
“I will add another finger, to feel more full and increase arousal. I will also use my thumb to flick my clitoris which should bring me over the edge.” Enid explains and as she does she adds a second finger and revels in being filled and the sensation of coming closer to climax, her thumb starts to coax her clitoris out of its shell and the sensations are starting to unravel her mind completely.
“Ah, so internal and external stimulation yield stronger results. Now from the way you are breathing I do think you are close to this orgasm, did I not tell you to inform me?!” Wednesday growls at her and the tone is implacable, as firm as stone. Enid feels herself so on the edge and wants only to throw herself over it. But she does not want to disappoint Wednesday.
“Ah… yes… sorry… I am so close…” Enid moans and she yearns to ask for permission to crest the wave. Why did she need permission?! She doesn’t know, but she feels she must have it.
“Then stop!” Enid keens but slows her ministrations and ceases movement. Her eyes lock onto Wednesday, deeply conveying how close she is and how desperate she is to get to finish.
“Good girls get rewards, but they must earn them.” Wednesday drawls dismissively and stands up to walk away, Enid cannot believe it.
“No coming until I say so, keep going. I want to hear you.” Wednesday is back to commanding and Enid cannot but acquiesce, she will ever do that woman’s bidding. And Enid is forced to continue her masturbation, making sure not to control her moans or the squelching sounds of her pussy. Hoping beyond reason for Wednesday to relent, to let her come.
With a shuddering breath she comes out of the dream, sopping wet below and so very unfulfilled. She spies across the room toward her roommate but cannot for the life of her know if she is sleeping or listening in. She wants release but even aware that it was a dream, she somehow cannot bring herself to deny her Wednesday and she continues where the dream left off. Masturbating and edging herself further into the night, always on the edge but never crossing it.