The mystery of Lucy's missing Pubes.
A continuation from 'How a goonette says sorry'. When Lucy wakes up from a night of passion with her housemate Tara, she notices her pussy is a lot smoother than she remembered it. What the hell happened in the sex-haze of the night before? Read on to find out!
Comments and criticisms welcome, I wanna get better at writing this filthy fun!
Lucy woke up with the taste of pussy in her mouth. The events of the last 12 hours were pretty hazy, she'd spent quite alot of it with her conscious mind leaking out of her cunt.
She remembered Tara's toes in her mouth, glistening with girl-cum, and at some point she recalled having her housemates hairy twat smothering her from above, thighs either side of her head, and cunt grease on her tongue. Her own crotch started to drool at the memories flooding back. She ran a hand over her naked body, shivering as it passed over her hard nipples, down her soft stomach and finally to her crotch.
She winced and her eyes fluttered open, her pussy was completely bald! The skin was red and felt alittle raw, but was completely smooth. The sight of her own hairless crotch was almost too much, her head started to spin as her fingers started to play with her now very exposed clit.
What had happened to her last night?
...
Tara's eyes were wide, and her cunt was on fire. Lucy had just confessed to been a goonette, and spilled to Tara all that that entailed. The two girls had been having a drink as they lounged about naked, now in their 1st floor living room, when they'd got to properly talking about sex. Tara was sprawled on the sofa, leaning against one arm, one leg on the floor, one over the back of the furniture, arms over her head. Her ginger housemate was sat at the other side, more modestly, and looking down at her feet that were tapping away in nervous excitement.
"So yeah..." said Lucy, coyly, "that's what's happening when I glaze over, I just, like, feel myself slipping and goon-out, and...and I only come-to when I, well, cum"
The red-head hadn't been able to look Tara in the eye the entire time she'd been telling her tale, but she'd been transfixed anyway.
'Fuck' thought Tara, her mind boggling, racing with the revelations, what they meant... and where they could lead...
"So when did you start?" She asked Lucy.
"When I was 18" Lucy blushed again, deeper, it spread to her chest and Tara could almost feel the heat that came off her. "I'd always been a good girl Y'know, like, I didn't want to get in trouble and all the websites said you had to be 18 so I waited, but... it happened pretty quickly after that."
"And now you, sweet, little, innocent you, love hard-core porn?" Tara struggled to keep the incredulity from her voice. She'd always though of her housemate as a shrinking violet, she'd never seen her with a man, or a woman, never really came or went on nights out, always seemed to be studying... but now she knew the truth, every night that Tara spent out dancing, drinking and/or getting fucked, Lucy was spending it glued to her laptop screen, creaming time and time again to the hardest, sexiest filth on the internet.
"Not so innocent after all." She said, almost to herself.
Lucy smiled, still not looking up and shook her head.
...
She came too with a start, her orgasm blossoming much sooner than she had expected, squirting her hot pussy juice over her bed and soaking the sheets beneath her. Her mind was still abit fuzzy, but as she slumped back from her twitching climax she noticed Tara spread out in the bed next to her, tangled up in a knot of sheets and out like a lamp.
She raised her slick fingers to her mouth and licked the salty nectar off them. She'd been telling Tara all about her depraved gooning habit... they were in the living room, taking a brief break from debauchery, and then... and then... it was a blank.
She stood up, taking care not to wake her housemate, she needn't have worried, it turned out the long haired brunette was basically a log with a pulse whilst she was asleep, and proceeded to make her way to the living room. Passing through the kitchen where the floor was still slick from girl cum, she checked the fridge for anything to assuage her rumbling stomach. Inside was fairly bare save for the milk, some tupperwares full of odds and ends and the remains of the cucumber she'd been fucking herself with last night. They'd shared it as a snack after Lucy had finished cumming from Tara tongue fucking her pink little ass hole. The scene flashed briefly across her mind.