Her teenage pussy clenched as she witnessed the images flashing across the screen.
It was way past the innocent country girl’s bedtime, close to midnight, as she lay on her stomach in the center of her bed.
Beatrice had no intention of going to sleep though. She was too busy trawling through Zion’s social media. Twirling her hair around her fingers, her hips grinding and her ass cheeks squeezing involuntarily as she sucked in every detail the pictures and videos provided.
The laptop was clunky and old, but it did the job as she scrolled through Zion’s profile, opening her eyes to the limitless delights, pleasures, and adventures the big city beast enjoyed.
The three days the he had spent in Beatrice’s tiny little town were barely a blip on his radar. He’d moved far beyond it and was now back at one of the many homes he apparently owned.
Wearing a black silk shirt so tight, it appeared to be a second skin contouring his muscular abs, hefty chest and sculpted shoulders, he attended a movie premier -- a pink-cheeked girl in a tiny black dress on his arm.
Sandwiched between two buxom blondes in barely-there bikinis, he coasted across the shimmering crystal seas on a yacht with his billionaire buddies. Soaking up the sun at a pool party with a massive crowd of beautiful people behind him, most of whom appeared to be women, he toasted a friend’s birthday.
There were pictures of him at an exclusive club at the very top of a very tall building overlooking the entire city where only the elite were allowed entry. He popped bottles until the sun rose.
Zion's life was an endless whirlwind of good times and loose women. Lots and lots of loose women.
Beatrice could not control her feelings of envy. It had been five days since he’d left, and her world had yet to return to normal.
His masculine scent lingered in each and every corner of the the house. The bed-squeaking and delight-filled screams of all the women he brought home seemed etched into the walls. His deep, demanding voice instructing her to cum for him as he squeezed his monster cock through his jeans still lingered in her ears.
The environment that had once provided her with peace and comfort was now dreary and dull.
Her usual routine made her feel like an old maid now.
She’d gone from almost never thinking about sex to a state of constant sexual frustration. No matter how many times she made herself cum, she was always longing for something more. Something like the euphoria Zion had shown all those other women.
Beatrice had changed so much since Zion’s visit that in many ways, it was hard for her to recognize herself.
She longed to feel young and free and liberated just like Zion’s women were. She longed to leave her old cocoon behind. Spread her butterfly wings and flutter into a new life.
In the first few days of his absence, she’d tried to suppress her feelings, but there was no putting a cap on them now.
She’d been so confused at the storm of emotion that left her feeling washed up. Still, she found that going back to being the clueless creature that she once was, was no longer an option.
Damn him, anyway!
She was still mad at Zion. However, her reasons were completely different now.
How dare he rouse these feelings within her only to just up and leave with barely a word?
Of all the rude things he could have done!
Where she wished him gone earlier, she now craved his presence. He’d shown her a glimpse of an exciting new world and then abruptly closed the door on her.
She slammed the laptop shut and flopped onto her back.
Her eyes caught sight of the hairbrush sitting on her bedside table, and the most taboo image flashed through her mind.
She bit her lip as she considered it, but knew she wasn’t kidding anyone, least of all herself. Her self-restraint was down in the gutter as of late.
It wasn’t long before Beatrice in her heart-decorated cotton underpants, and flimsy white t-shirt reached to her bedside table and picked up the pink-tipped detangler.
She brought the hairbrush to her face and decided that it looked convincingly like the shape of a man’s phallus. She felt herself outside her panties, pressing the fabric into her wetness. Beatrice seemed perpetually wet since Zion had left.
She spread her thighs wide and braced herself on her elbows so she could have the perfect view between them. She rubbed her swollen clit through her panties, fascinated by the way her plump lips shifted as she stroked.
Bringing the round end of the brush to her mouth, she licked it. She swirled her tongue around the tip like the women in the porn she’d recently started watching.
Her lips closed around it, and when she pulled it free, the handle, coated with her spit, shone in the artificial light.
She let her imagination run wild and conjured Zion in her head. It was he who was about to breach her body in this intimate way.
A shiver worked down her spine at the deliciously nasty thoughts.
Pulling her panties to the side, she brought the brush’s wet handle to her hole.
It was difficult to push the pretend-cock into herself at first. Her body was not used to the invasion and resisted it.
There was a slight burn when she finally pushed past the initial resistance, but even that was pleasurable. As she pushed the pink tip deeper, her flesh closed around the brush handle, gripping it hungrily.
Even more exciting was the sight of her pink sex swallowing the tool. She arched her back, and it slipped deeper, causing her to moan at the increased fullness, unconcerned with who might have heard.
With short jabs, she worked more and more of the makeshift sex toy into herself, and it began to slip in and out more easily with each insertion.
Thick, creamy and white, her feminine juices clung to the plastic as she pulled it free before plunging it back in.
Wet, slurping sounds filled the room as she became more forceful with the thrusts into her tight body.
Pulling her shirt up, she rolled and pinched her nipple as she took herself on the raunchiest ride she’d ever been on.
Zion was violating her like a wild beast, using her like nothing more than an object. He pushed deep, and the mental image was just what Beatrice needed to bring her over the edge.
When she came, she cried out, “Oh God, yes! Zion!”
Later, slumped in bed, sweaty from her lusty acts, she licked the brush clean, but even when she’d licked it clean, her scent still clung to it.
Although she’d recently cum, the musky scent turned her on yet again. She made a mental note to wash it in the morning.
She sighed as she placed the brush back in on the bedside table. Although she should have been satisfied, she wasn’t. She burned even hotter for something more. Something she knew that she was unable to give to herself.
There was only one person could help her, she knew.
She opened the laptop once again and began to formulate a plan.
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