Pent Up

Susan was horny, as she usually was nowadays. She could remember when she hadn't been aroused all the time, months ago, but she wasn't sure when or why that had changed. She had started masturbating more frequently, then every night, then cumming a few times every night, then cumming a dozen times per night. She wasn't sure how she held it together for classes and homework, but by 9PM she was a wreck.

Around 9:03 she yanked her pants off, pulled down her panties, laid on her bed, and started rubbing her clit. As usual, her mind drifted to her roommate Emily. She wasn't a lesbian, she had had boyfriends before, but she was starting to think she was at least bi. She fingered herself, first with one finger, then two. Emily stripping, Emily cupping her breasts and leaning in, Emily shoving her pussy in Susan's face-

Susan was getting close. She was about to have a massive orgasm, and she had to be careful not to overstimulate herself. The last time she had overstimulated herself had been extremely painful. After her orgasm was done, she pulled her hands away. Her pussy, sopping wet, thrust upward towards her hands and she moaned. Once she wasn't in any danger of overstimulating, she brought her hands back down and started masturbating again. She groaned in frustration -- her arousal hadn't gone down at all. Lately, it seemed like she had completely lost her refractory period -- in fact, that was what made it remotely possible for her to cum as much as she did every night. She shook her head, rubbed faster, and thought some more about Emily.

Soon, she was ready to cum again. She pulled her hands away and gripped the covers, arched her back, and almost sobbed with needpleasure. Her orgasms, as usual, were coming closer together. She started rubbing again, but slower this time, and without any fingers inside herself. She came a third time, then a forth, then a fifth.

"This is what orgasms feel like. I don't like overstimulating myself. I pull my hands away just in time" she started muttering, only half aware of what she was saying.

"I love this. This feels great. I think about Emily when I'm like this" she thought about the taste of Emily's pussy, which she wanted to taste againso badly. She almost overstimulated, her right hand moving towards the shock collar remote just in case, but she managed to narrowly back away from the edge.

"I'm a good girl and good girls are" she moaned "are wet" and her pussy dripped.

"Good girl pussies don't accept overstimulation. Good girls only unwind around people they trust. Good girls keep their lives together so no one notices" she pulled her hands away for the umpteenth time, sobbing. She still had to cum, even though she had cum so many times before. She waited about thirty seconds, then started rubbing again. She felt like one of these days she was going to fall apart, break completely, beg Emily to help her. But she could withstand her urges for now, and it would be to early to ask her for help. She would only talk to Emily about this when she broke completely.

Susan got to the point where she was tapping her clit, cumming, waiting, and repeating. As usual around that point, she started sobbing and begging.

"No no no- not again- yes again- it's not helping I need- good girls don't know what they need- oh fuck" she needed to quench her need somehow, but she was cumming so much and it wasn't helping, she needed to ask Emily to help her but not yet.

When 11PM came around, she finally was allowedchose to stop. She threw the towel she had placed beneath her soaked pussy, now soaked itself, into her hamper and crawled under her sheets. At least she remembered to turn on her favorite music playlist before she passed out.

Susan rubbed her clit again and screamed into her gag. It had been embarrassing when Emily suggested it, mentioning that it would help her keep her voice down at night, but Susan was too preoccupied to think about anything but cumming. Something had changed a few nights ago -- Susan had been masturbating, gotten too close to overstimulating herself, and reached for the shock collar remote. However, she had just had a normal orgasm. She realized that, no matter how hard she masturbated, she would only cum. She would never have to worry about overstimulating herself again. She arched her back and let out another muffled scream, but kept rubbing her clit.

Susan finally snapped. She stopped masturbating and started shaking, limbs outstretched. Her mind felt like it was on fire as she stood up to open her door, then laid back down on her bed. She spread her legs facing the hallway, her pussy fully exposed. She was ready for Emily to help her, she thought, as her conscious mind put itself to sleep.