The thunder continued to roar in a disjointed symphony, lightning softening the contours of Sammy's nubile flesh. Sammy came hard, moaning softly as she clasped her thighs tight around her hand, feeling her pussy contract. She slid the vibrator out, her panties snapping back into place over her hot slit. She rubbed her clit for a few seconds before putting the vibrator back into the drawer, sliding it shut. Sammy rolled onto her side, sighing deeply as she began to drift back to sleep, hoping that her dreams continued.
The morning sun was warm on Sammy's face as she sat up. Drops of water clung to the windows, small prisms sending minute rainbows across the room. She grabbed her cell phone off of the table next to her bed, frowning when she saw that Steph hadn't texted her back. Sammy got up and walked to the bathroom, turning on the sink and putting toothpaste on her brush. She watched herself in the mirror, her nipples hard in the cool air conditioning of her house. Sammy spit and rinsed her mouth out, putting her toothbrush back in its holder.
A cardinal cried outside as Sammy listened to the sound of distant traffic, wet tires running over the pavement, splashing through shallow muddy puddles. She felt the strong pressure in her bladder, the sharp squeeze on her insides indicating her need for a morning piss. Samantha ran her hand over the front of her cotton pink bikini cut panties, already starting to feel slippery in anticipation. Knowing what she was about to do, she smiled devilishly, her eyes wicked reflections. "Oh Sammy I can't believe you're going to do it again. This is so bad. So bad," she whispered to herself.
Walking over to the toilet, Sammy lifted the lid, sitting herself down on the seat, panties firmly up around her waist, pressing into her crotch. She pressed her legs tightly together and put her hands on her thighs. She scarcely relaxed before the hot, yellow piss pulled in her panties, suspended only brief milliseconds before splashing into the water below. Sammy could feel the warmth spread up over her lips, down between her cheeks, tickling her asshole. "Ohhhh God Sammy you are so bad. So fucking bad." Piss ran along the back of her thighs for a short way, dripping as well into the yellow water. The hot hiss filled her ears, the smell of her golden nectar intoxicating.
Sammy's piss slowed to a trickle, and then to a few drops. She leaned forward a little more and grabbed her knees, closing her eyes tightly. The air was still save for the distant sounds from the neighborhood. A soft hiss came out of Sammy's ass, followed by a light crackling. Her brown eyes snapped open as the crackling sound increased. Suddenly Sammy started breathing again, having been holding her breath. She could feel her panties start to tent outwards, a large load filling the back. Before she could even think, Sammy felt herself have an orgasm, her pussy contracting, twitching. She could feel a gush of her cum drip out, coating her already soaked panties. Another hiss came out of her ass, with more popping and crackling. Sammy paused for a moment and pushed again, feeling softer shit ooze out, spreading up her ass crack and down between her legs.
Slowly she stood up, her legs now spread wide. Carefully she reached behind her and shut the lid. Sammy held her breath as she lowered herself precariously onto the now-closed seat. She could feel the pressure shift slightly as soon as her huge bulge touched the lid. Gasping, she hovered for a second. Her hands her on her thighs as she paused a moment longer, finally dropping herself a little lower onto the lid. Sammy could hear the squelching noise, feel the soft, hot mess start to spread further up her crack and over her pussy. The smell was overpowering now, further driving her insatiable lust. She no longer was herself. Sammy had no idea what made her heart turn towards this desire, but she couldn't stop herself. It was forever to be a part of her.
Biting her lower lip, Sammy finally let down all of her weight. Her eyes were half shut as the shit spread fully, crackling with wet sharp sounds. Hot, soft, mud spread all over insides Sammy's panties. She looked down between her legs, seeing some of the shit coming out of the side of her panties, spreading on the lid. Sammy's hand went between her legs, her fingers making circular motions over her hard button. She could feel the intense heat of her soaked panties, the intense heat of her body, flush with perverted lust. Sammy slid her left hand into her hair, grinding now on the toilet seat, bouncing up and down as she slid back and forth. Her hips moved in a circular motion, grinding, thrusting, plastering the backs of her thighs with her creamy brown shit. Sammy screamed out loud, clasping her legs together, her fingers pressing hard into her pussy. Her body felt as though it was on fire, her skin prickling with stinging bits of hot and cold.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck Sammy. Ohhh what did you do?" Samantha tried to catch her breath as she slowly stood up, shocked at the mess she just made. "Oh Sammy you were so bad. But you know Steph would be proud of you." Sammy giggled to herself as she began the tedious cleanup process. After a painful amount of time, she climbed into the shower, turning on the faucet and feeling the hot water run down her young skin. She reached up and grabbed the showerhead, adjusting to a more forceful stream between her legs. "Mmmm...it's time to say good morning to Steph." Giggling again, Sammy let the showerhead do its work.
After a hot thirty minutes, Sammy climbed out of the shower, wrapping a pink towel around her head and another around her body, hanging just below her ass cheeks. She walked over to her dresser, pulling out a pair of green cotton panties, boy short cut with pink hearts on the front. She slid them up her legs, wiggling her hips as she snapped the waistband into place. Sammy grabbed a black, lacey bra and slid it over her shoulder, reaching behind her to clasp it shut. Grabbing a maroon and gray American Eagle t-shirt and a pair of matching shorts, she sat on her bed. She slid the shorts up her legs, pausing when she sees that there is a message waiting on her phone. Leaning back, her stomach muscles tightening, her tits looking firm and supple in the lacey bra, Sammy opened her phone. Smiling broadly, and then giggling like a schoolgirl, Sammy felt herself start to get wet again. It was a message from Steph: "Yeah Friday sounds great. See ya then!"
