Hoooooooooly fuck.
If Rachel had been experiencing intense sexual pleasure before - and oh, she had been - it was nothing, NOTHING compared to what she was feeling right now. The sensations of Brooke's naked body pressing up against Rachel...it was absolutely fucking insane how good it felt. Rachel could feel Brooke's sizable breasts mashing up against her own comically large silicone ones, squishing them down and sending rivers of pleasure straight to her brain. Brooke's kisses were hot and heavy as she squirmed against Rachel's inanimate body, letting out desperate sensual moans.
Rachel could only stand there in agonizing silence - not able to voice just how fucking good this all felt - as Brooke reached a hand down and began rubbing Rachel's plastic pussy.
Rachel was absolutely certain of only one thing - had she still been able to move while feeling pleasure this intense, she surely would've just died right on the spot. It felt that good. Everything else faded. The noise of the shower, the gasps from Brooke. Everything. All that mattered was just. How. Good. That. Felt. From that point on, Rachel only saw bits and pieces of what was going on. Brooke gasping and moaning as she lowered Rachel's body to the floor. The insanely sweet sensation of Brooke's expert tongue exploring every crevice of your silicone clit. The sight of Brooke grinding her practically throbbing pussy against your inert silicone form, her breasts bouncing up and down with sensual moans. All the while, the shower was still going, constantly raining down and adding on to the already insane amount of pleasure.
Finally - after what seemed to be only an instant and an eternity - Brooke seemed to reach a stopping point.
"Goddamn," Brooke whispered heavily into Rachel's ear. "I think...I might have to talk to the witch again...if you could move...this would've been so perfect...fuck..."
If she could've moved, then fuck yeah, Rachel would've pinned Brooke to the wall and vented her pent up sexual frustrations. For even now, even after the mind blowing pleasure that Brooke had given her...even now, she could feel the orgasmic sensations continually building up and releasing within her immobile form. God. This was torture. Pure orgasmic bliss...and torture...
Rachel hated how much she wanted Brooke to just shut the fuck up and get back to eating her out. Who the fuck cared if she couldn't move. With pleasure like that...no...she couldn't want it like that...but...it just felt so fucking good. So good. Just the feeling of Brooke's naked body pressed up against her side was enough to drive her wild.
If she ever got out of this, Rachel was going to turn into a full on nympho.
"Now...how the fuck am I gonna get you home," Brooke muttered. She stood up, continuing to mutter to herself, leaving you helpless on the floor of the shower. Opening the door to get dressed, Brooke turned off the shower and walked into Rachel's bedroom.
At least without the water constantly striking her body - the entirety of which had apparently turned into one massive fucking erogenous zone - she was able to focus somewhat better. But even without the sensation of the shower, the pleasure was still roiling within her. Was there going to be no end to it?
Brooke came in and grabbed Rachel's wrists, dragging her silicone body out into the room. She'd removed Rachel's bedspread...oh shit, Rachel though. She's gonna wrap me up. And that was exactly what Brooke did - and of course, the process of that sent fresh new waves of pleasurable hell through the young silicone woman. Her sight went dark and her hearing was muffled. The sensation of the comforter all around her sent constant waves of pleasure through her...even more so once Brooke grunted and lifted up her inert form within the wrapped up blanket.
Rachel could only barely focus as Brooke carried Rachel through her house.
"Oh, hey Brooke - whatcha doing?" Rachel heard her mom ask.
"We're gonna have a sleepover," Brooke replied cheerfully. "Rachel's getting a few more things and she's gonna meet me."
Rachel could hear her mom chuckle. "Alright, you girls have fun."
"We will! Thanks!"
A part of Rachel wondered if that would be the last time she heard her mom's voice.
Another part of Rachel just didn't give a shit anymore, and wanted Brooke to hurry up and take her back home so she could continue fucking her senseless. The pleasure her new body felt was just too good, too overwhelming, to ignore for long.