Chapter 6: Briefly, Prudence
Martha and Kelly made plans to meet for coffee later in the week. Then she was left alone with... the thing. Her roommate Becky Ann would be gone for hours. Beth and Julie were at a concert all evening. There was no time like the present. But she had homework to do.
But none of it was due tomorrow, so fuck it. She deserved this.
Kelly took the thing along with the instruction manual and the complimentary bottle of Ultra Lube 5000 into the communal bathroom. The tiny blonde scooted it lower on the shower wall to match pussy height backing onto it. She pushed hard to really stick it. With the water off, the suction cup worked well. She panicked because she thought she had inadvertently made the thing into a new bathroom fixture. Her roommates would all see this elaborate perverted sex toy she had. If life wasn't bad enough! She would die then. But she found the release valve. It popped right off. Whew! Okay, she stuck it back on the shower wall.
She clicked on the Responsive Mode switch. It just sat there, neutrally. If it were a man, it would be about half erect. What the heck, she thought she'd give it a little test. The dimensions of this thing were not modest. In fact, it reminded her of Scott. Fuck him to death. This was just a toy. "Lll!" she wolfed it down her throat a bit. Wow! It leaped and throbbed just like a real dick would do under the circumstances. She slid off it. It was more erect. And it also had a pulse. Pulse. Pulse. It was happy. This was surreal.
She slathered the lube all over it, which made it just a bit happier. She painted up her cooch pretty thoroughly as well. Some lube spilled onto the shower floor. She rinsed it away so she wouldn't slip. Otherwise, she could see the headline now, "Porn Actress Dies in Shower Sex Toy Mishap."
Kelly backed onto the toy gently, rubbed her opening on the tip. It throbbed. Nice. She teased and poked her opening for a while with it. It was very warm, a little hot even. It felt great. She was actually getting pretty close to cumming. The thing was getting harder, too, like the feel of her opening right there was exciting it.
Okay, time to take that head. It was pretty stiff, so she pushed firmly, and it was in. It felt good. She had her hands well braced on the opposite wall. She was now going to fuck herself silly on this thing. It was throbbing. Time to take it all. Oh, it filled her, throbbing. She kept pushing until she was pretty much full. Then boom! The thing elongated and thrust into her, rocked into her pussy like it owned her. "Gaaaa!" she croaked wordlessly.
It was off to the races, faster than any man. It filled her, took her shamelessly, urgently, continuously. It raped her. "Oh!... Oh!... YEEEEEAH!!" it was a good orgasm that rippled through her body. This robot had certainly beat four out of five boyfriends already. "YAAAAA!" It started thrusting in about four inches FARTHER. It was MASSIVE. She was already close again. It reminded her of, she wouldn't say it, "SCOTT!!!! OH FUCK ME! NNNNNGH!"
"SCOTT! AAAAAEAH! TAKE ME, YOU MOTHERFUCKER! UUGH! I'M YOUR DIRTY WHORE! OHGOD! NNNUH!" Now that the floodgates were open, all the frustration Kelly had been feeling about Scott came pouring out of her along with her passionate squirts. She was coming to terms with it. She was cumming.
An hour later, she was sitting on the floor of the shower. Her pussy had that ache it had after she'd taken Scott that day, except more scraped up. It had been good. It had been really good. It had been better than any self-service imaginable. She hadn't stopped croaking out Scott's name even as she went hoarse from her cries.
That part had to stop! She named her toy Prudence, after the quality. She didn't want to shout any man's name while using that thing. Think of the embarrassment if she happened to date a guy with the same name. So Prudence it became, or Pru for short.
While she was in her Incompleteness and Undecidability class, a new text message came to her phone. The number was new, not in her address book. "It's Scott. I got your number from Martin. I was concerned because of all the attention. I wanted to give you my number in case you wanted to talk." She frowned and went back to taking notes on the lecture.
That evening, she was three orgasms into her shower stall date with Prudence. Barely started. She looked at the message again. She remembered the look of overwhelming pleasure on Scott's face as he thrust into her for the first time. She remembered the shaft of Scott's cock in her, disappearing, disappearing. "SCOTT!" she cried in shaking, quivering orgasm. She was dripping onto the floor. She almost fell over. Her renaming was not going well.
"Are you... ohmygod," said her roommate Becky Ann, who had needed to pee.
"Wait!" she tried to tell her toy. "I'm... ha! Ah! AAAH!" She'd had a nasty fantasy that had persisted for a week of almost this exact thing. With infinite resolve, she slid off the thrusting member. Becky Ann stared at it, transfixed. It was erect. Throbbing. Unsatisfied looking. Kelly looked at her roommate guiltily. "This is embarrassing," she said. "It's a toy."
"It looks alive," Becky Ann wondered. "Not that I've... seen..."
"You've never seen a boy's dick?" Kelly said skeptically.
"Well, once or twice," said Becky Ann. "But not a full... sized..."
"Well, this one is pretty big as they go," said Kelly. "In my limited experience, that is."
"Limited, hah," Becky Ann snickered. "We all know."
It was like a punch in the gut. "I'm not..." She was going to say she wasn't a dirty slut, a whore. But she was a dirty slut and a whore who'd sold her body to millions of furiously masturbating men. And she'd sold it to women too, if Martha and Anna were any indication. "I'm sorry," she said.
"If I had a man like that," Becky Ann breathed, "I wouldn't be hanging out here on a Saturday night, even with that thing."
"It's complicated," Kelly said.
"Look, I've never had a boyfriend, so I can't judge," said Becky Ann. "But he asked you to marry him, and you're going to have his baby. Are you going to raise it alone?"
"What??" Kelly gasped. "What gave you that idea?" Then, "You watched the whole thing?"
"We all did," said Becky Ann. "It's happening everywhere on campus. About halfway through, a boy from dorm two put his hand on my leg and I punched him. That was right after your first ever orgasm from intercourse. But he wasn't the only one. All the guys there just assumed since I was your roommate I had loose morals as well."
