With her boyfriend often busy with this store, and her roommate doing school and spending time with friends, Caroline found herself bored at home much of the week. She found ways to keep herself busy of course, helping tend to the community flower pots, doing to the dance classes put on by the town doctor, she even started growing her own tea, but there was still one area of her life that she couldn’t quite satisfy on her own.

With her boyfriend so devoted to his work, their bed had been used for only sleeping for years. Caroline was no crazed sex addict, but she was a woman with needs, and those needs weren’t being quite met by her boyfriend. She had considered buying herself some kind of little toy to have something more enjoyable than just her hand, but always worried how her boyfriend would react if he found it. She would be lying if she never considered having an affair. But with who? Everyone in town was already taken or not her type. She also valued her relationship with Pierre and didn’t want to risk him finding out.

Gossiping with the other gals didn’t help either. With Jodi’s boyfriend back from overseas she’s been having the time of her life. At least Jodi knew when Kent was coming back, she had something exciting to look forward to, with Pierre, he didn’t have that excuse.

As she went into kitchen for her evening cup of tea, she thought she heard something, under the sounds of a passed-out Pierre happily snoring away in bed after a long day of work and not fucking his girlfriend, she thought she heard a faint moaning sound. She wandered around the house until she found that the sound was coming from her roommate’s room. Pierre was a fine salesman but was certainly no chef, he had made dinner earlier that night and the mushrooms stew had left Caroline’s stomach feeling funny. So concerned that her roommate might have gotten some form of food poisoning she knocked on the door to check on her.

“Is everything okay in there Abby?” Caroline asked.

The moans suddenly stopped.

“Everything is fine Caroline, you don’t need to worry about me,” Abigail said with a hurried voice.

“I know Pierre isn’t the best cook, I can get you some medicine for your stomach if you need.”

“Really Caroline, I’m fine, I, Uh, stubbed my toe really bad on my bed.”

Caroline wasn’t buying it but still assumed she just had a stomachache, and she didn’t want to embarrass Pierre. The rest of the night went on without any more excitement as Caroline finished her tea and went off to bed.

The next day was relatively uneventful, she helped tend to the community flowers and cleaned the house. She then gossiped with Jodi who was overly excited to tell Caroline about how Kent got a vasectomy and all the fun that had been, and Caroline felt a twinge of jealousy at that. She went home and cooked dinner and as the day turned into night, began to settle down with her cup of evening tea.

There that sound was again, that faint moaning. She had cooked dinner that night and was too prideful to think that it could be her cooking upsetting her roommate’s stomach again and stubbing her toe on the bed two nights in a row and causing this much noise Caroline found unlikely. She walked up to Abigail’s door and raised her hand to knock but hesitated. She didn’t want to intrude on her roommate’s privacy, but also wanted to know just what was going on. Against her better judgment Caroline opened the door just a crack to see that was going on. Abbigail didn’t hear the door open over the sound of her own moaning and was a bit too preoccupied to see. However, when Caroline caught a glimpse of her roommate wearing nothing but a bra, she quickly closed the door, embarrassed, she saw her roommate masturbating.

She was about to walk away but hesitated. Listening to the sounds of her moans. Caroline wondered what she could be doing or using to produce such sounds. She wanted to feel good and wanted to moan out so very loud like that. She knew she shouldn’t. It’s so wrong to watch someone without them knowing, especially your own friend. But she can’t look at her roommate doing that, but what if she doesn’t look at her face and just what she’s doing? As Caroline debated with herself, Abigail continued to get more and more vocal. Caroline wanted something to be able to make her howl out like that. The curiosity started getting the better of her and she peaked back into Abigail’s room.

She saw her lying on her back on her bed, Caroline made sure to not open the door too much, just enough to see what was happening. She saw a purple mass that looked like Jello in between Abigails legs, the purple slime was pumping itself up and down in a motion that must have produced a lot of suction. Caroline had seen enough and closed the door and sat herself down on a chair in the living room and thought about what she saw. She wasn’t pleased with herself that she had seen Abigail like that but produced the excuse that she had to look and see to make sure she was safe, with all those loud moans, she needed to make sure nothing bad was happening.

Then her mind drifted to what that little slime was and what it must feel like. She knew Abigail liked to go up adventuring in the old mines and where there were legends of monsters. Had she found it there? She could still hear Abigail, and all Caroline could think of was how that slime must be. Abigail was going over to a friend’s house the next day and Pierre was going into town to restock the store. She would have the house to herself. She had gotten so pent up, she hadn’t been touched in ages. She decided that she would have to try the slime for herself.

That very next day, Pierre left in the morning and was already gone, as Abigail headed out the door to Sam’s house Caroline knew the time was right. She entered Abigail’s room and began to look around searching in her dresser and closet, doing her best to keep everything as it was to not arouse suspicion. She found it in a jar under her bed. Caroline grabbed it and took it back to her own room to try.

She climbed onto the bed and shimmied her pants down to her ankles, though she knew she’d have the house to herself all day she was still paranoid of being walked in on. She unscrewed the jar and let the firm gelatinous creature lay on her panties. Caroline pushed down on it gently imitating a pushing motion and was shocked as she could already feel the slime through the thin fabric, a light tingling sensation on her clit. She worked the toy by hand, pumping it against her clit through her already soaked panties. The slime was already so intense even though there was a barrier between her and the creature. Then it started to move. It slithered itself under her waistband and focused itself on her clit. She immediately moaned out in shock as much as pleasure. The slime could move surprisingly fast. Abigail surely wasn’t exaggerating her moans; this was unlike anything Caroline had ever experienced.

The slime pumped itself sucking at her and digestive enzymes in the creature produced a powerful tingling sensation. Caroline gripped at the bed, instantly overcome with intense pleasure. She slid a hand under her shirt and bra to fondle her own breast as the slime molded itself to her body, coating her pussy in a layer of this sucking tingling slime. She howled out in extasy as the slime brought her closer and closer to the edge. The slime was relentless. A wave of euphoria washed over her as she came, her full body shaking with delight, hands clawing at the bed, back arching. She screamed out moans loud enough for the neighbors to hear but she didn’t care. Caroline was in her own little paradise at that moment. Cumming so hard left her exhausted, but the slime didn’t let up. As soon as she came, she felt another orgasm coming. She felt her body trembling from the overstimulation. She moaned out as the slime made her cum a second time, her overstimulated body thrashing around the bed, her orgasm more intense than the first. She clutched at the bed sheets as if she was trying to cling to reality as her mind swam in a sea of pleasure. Caroline howled out louder and louder as she clawed at the bed her body seemingly on the edge of another orgasm. Her body shook uncontrollably as one orgasm seemed to flow into another. Her body convulsing and her pussy throbbing, she began to lose track of how much she came.

 Caroline didn’t know how much more her body could take. She tried her best to regain control over her own muscles, but she was fighting against the overwhelming stimulation causing her body to spasm wildly. Eventually she managed to pull down her panties to see the slime still pumping away at her. Slowly she removed it from herself. Still trembling from the overstimulation, she placed the slime back in its jar. Too exhausted to do much more than pull up her underwear and pants, she laid there in bed. There was only one thought on her mind: I wonder if the farmer could get me one of these?