Her New Household Toy

Eva slowly blinked her eyes open. The sun was already up, and her horizontal blinds in her window did little to shield her from the brightness. She slowly turned over to glance at her alarm clock, blinking again to adjust her vision.

9:27 a.m.

A jolt of sheer panic shot through her chest as she flung her blanket off. She had set the alarm for 9:00 a.m.

She was sure of it.

Today was one of the most important days in her life. She would be having her 18th birthday party with all her friends, even though she technically turned 18 the day before. But that wasn't until 6:00 p.m. Before that, she was supposed to spend the day with her boyfriend Asher, who hinted to her that he had a surprise for her. The anticipation had made her tingle with excitement. She had purposely set her alarm early to give herself more than enough time to get ready--doing her makeup and putting on her intricate yet cute and stylish outfit.

"Fuck!" Eva hissed as she swung her legs off the bed. She nearly tripped over the pile of clothes she had tossed there last night. "Why the hell didn't my alarm go off?!

She cast one last hateful glare at her alarm clock as she contemplated smashing it with a hammer before grabbing her phone and darting toward the bathroom.

Her body was still numb from sleep as she bolted out her bedroom door.

Eva couldn't shake the telltale signs of a panic attack. The pressure she felt in her chest made her feel like she was being suffocated. She urgently told herself to breathe before she passed out. She was already rushed on time; she had no time to faint.

Stumbling into the bathroom, she was thankful it wasn't being occupied by one of her family members. She slammed the door behind her before setting her phone down on the counter as she stared at the mirror with her sleep-dazed yet pretty ocean blue eyes.

What stared back was an adorable little girl. Although Eva was already rushed on time, she couldn't help but admire herself in the mirror. Her long, wavy, dirty blonde hair that faded into a shade of strawberry pink at the ends dangled down to her midriff. The pink highlights were a new refreshing addition from her visit to the hair salon last week. Her pale face was littered with freckles that she was originally insecure of, until her boyfriend told her just how cute they were. She stood at a modest 5' 2, and her petite figure--currently hidden behind her oversized light gray fleece pajamas--certainly contributed to her innocent look.

Eva snapped out of it as she felt her hands get clammy. She still had so much to do. What would she do first? Splash water on her face? Pee? Brush her teeth? Her mind was spinning too fast to decide.

Almost by muscle memory, she reached for her electric toothbrush, wetting the bristles before smearing toothpaste on. Her hand trembled, half-expecting the tiny drop of toothpaste to fall straight into the sink. She shoved the toothbrush into her mouth before that could happen and pressed the power button. As soon as she did, a low hum of vibrations filled the small bathroom.

Plopping down onto the toilet, she felt relaxed for a moment and sighed as she relieved herself. The moment she was done, she sprang up quickly, releasing her hand from the toothbrush handle to grab some toilet paper--only to realize she was losing the battle against the intensifying vibrations in her mouth. Then, as soon as she finished wiping herself dry, the heavy base of her toothbrush detached from the head.

Eva's eyes darted downward just in time to see it drop. Instinctively, she pressed her legs together to catch it. The still-vibrating base landed right in between her thighs.

And that's when she felt it.

A jolt of shock shot through Eva's entire body. A moan tried to force itself out, but she desperately kept her lips shut, trapping the moan inside along with her foaming minty toothpaste. Her breath quickened as this new, unexpected tremor rippled through her legs. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before--a buzzing pulse directly against the bare skin of her sensitive area, since her pajama bottoms and underwear were both still around her ankles.

To Eva's horror, her muscles tensed instinctively, and her thighs contracted together in an attempt to help brace herself. And the moment they did, the toothbrush base dug deeper into her sensitive skin, sending an even more intense shockwave of vibrations throughout her body.

She should have moved. She needed to move. But instead, her body betrayed her and locked up, paralyzing her in place.

Eva wasn't dumb; she knew that all she had to do to be free was to simply spread her legs open again and let the vibrating base fall out. But dread hit her when she remembered that the toothbrush wasn't just any toothbrush. It was a top-of-the-line model worth over two hundred dollars that her parents had bought her last month. Letting the base fall could possibly damage it. While the cost of replacing it would be bad enough, explaining to her parents how it had happened would be beyond humiliating. They'd never see their innocent little daughter the same way again.

Her weak attempt at a gasp was muffled by the load of toothpaste foam still in her mouth. As she struggled to process what was happening, she slowly felt more and more dizzy. Her hands moved in slow motion in the air, unsure whether to grab for the vibrating toothbrush base, her pants, or the lid of the toilet tank for support.

The toothbrush kept buzzing relentlessly, trapped in the worst possible spot--or was it actually the best possible spot? This sensation was crippling, but she didn't completely hate it either. It had been a full week since she last saw her boyfriend after all, and her hormones were getting the best of her.

Eva was completely frozen, unable to do anything except brace herself, pressing both her hands against the toilet tank lid as the vibrations coursed through her. Adding to her panic, she felt a little toothpaste foam begin to dribble from her mouth and onto the otherwise clean toilet seat. Her entire body was trembling as she realized she was trapped in a dilemma. She had to use her hand to remove the toothbrush base, but both of her hands were needed to brace herself on the lid of the toilet tank.

Her breath came out in short, shallow gasps as her chest tightened. She whimpered, gagging slightly on the tiny toothbrush head still lodged in her mouth. More toothpaste spilled out, splattering onto the seat of the toilet.

Eva knew that there was no more time for hesitation. The expanding toothpaste foam was threatening to burst out from her mouth, and her body felt like it was short-circuiting. With a quick, desperate motion, she reached down with her left hand, her fingers brushing against the vibrating base as her right hand remained on the toilet tank lid for support.

She finally shut off the toothbrush in one swift motion, and the room went silent again with the exception of her shallow, frantic breathing.

Eva shuddered as the wave of tension finally began to leave her body, but she stood there for a moment to catch her breath. She quickly pulled up her pants, grateful to feel covered again. Stumbling towards the sink, her hands shook anxiously as she scrubbed them clean.

She then spat the toothbrush head and foam into her hands, gagging at the disgust of it, and quickly rinsed it off, scrubbing the head and stroking the base clean before setting it back on the counter.

The frigid water she splashed against her face brought her back to herself, but only momentarily. When she reached for the towel to dry her face, a new thought crept into her mind.

That terrifying sensation, though surprising and overwhelming in the moment, left her with a strange realization--it actually felt really good. It was like the rush of a roller coaster, where you're screaming, gripped by fear as it plunges down the hill, but at the same time, it feels exhilarating and impossible to resist.

She was already running late--her boyfriend would be waiting for her--but the experience had felt enchanting. She had never felt anything so sensual before. The way it had overwhelmed her senses was magical--even if she couldn't explain why.

Eva had her first real orgasm almost three years ago, achieved through a humping session with her pillow--now her spare pillow--and ever since then she had been exploring herself. But her selection was lacking, consisting of her hairbrush handle, her own fingers, and of course her trusty pillow. She even experimented with a cucumber at some point, but after it almost broke off inside her, she was terrified to ever try again. No matter what she tried, none of these options was very efficient, and she would often feel frustrated at how long it took for her to finish. Of course she had her boyfriend now, but his parents were very strict, so they rarely saw each other. Her horniness fueled her desire to find something else to satisfy her urges--and she was pretty sure she had just found it.

She stood still for a moment, abandoning the thought to dry her face as she stared at her toothbrush, which sat innocently on the counter. She could recreate the sensation again. What if her toothbrush could finally give her the excitement she craved so deeply?

Eva knew some of her close friends had bought sex toys when they were only 16, and although she herself was curious and had wanted one too, she dismissed the idea right away. There was no way she could bring something like that into her home. She was too paranoid that her parents would find out if they heard a buzzing noise in her bedroom. Even if it was a toy that was not powered, the sounds of her wet smacking pussy would not be so subtle either. And no matter what kind of toy she had, there was still the chance that her parents would stumble across it. Her room was only so big, after all. Not only would it be incredibly awkward, but the embarrassment would be unbearable.

Her gaze stayed glued to her toothbrush as she felt it calling to her. It wasn't a sex toy, of course, but in that moment, it felt just like one. She silently gasped as she realized how brilliant it would be.

The toothbrush would be completely discreet. After all, inside the bathroom, her parents would never suspect that she was using her toothbrush for anything else than its intended purpose. How had she not thought of this idea before? Sure, it had only been a month since this expensive toothbrush replaced her manual one, but given how aroused Eva felt all the time, she thought she would've put two and two together much sooner.

A pang of guilt hit her as she glanced at her phone. She was already so late, and she wasn't even close to getting ready. But the desire to explore this newly realized feature of her electric toothbrush greatly outweighed everything else. In this moment, it felt like nothing mattered more.

Eva quickly texted her boyfriend and apologized for waking up late and that she would need more time to get ready. Almost instantly she got a text back, confirming her boyfriend's understanding of her situation.

She took a deep breath and felt amazing as she let it back out. Now that she was no longer on a time crunch, her bathroom was her oyster. Her hands trembled as she reached for her toothbrush, her fingers slowing for a moment before she closed her hand around the base.

Detaching the head and setting it back on the counter, her heart raced as she shakily brought the base to her legs and powered it on again. This time it would be on purpose and voluntary, but she still felt anxious. The vibrating base approached her private area, inch by inch, ever so slowly.

The second that it made contact with her body, Eva jolted as she let out a surprised squeak. She quickly slapped her other hand across her mouth, feeling self-conscious. Instantly, her thighs contracted, tightening around the vibrating toothbrush, causing her to let out a muffled moan. With one hand holding the base, she faced a choice on what to do with her remaining hand--steady herself against the wall or continue to cover her mouth to deafen her involuntary moans of pleasure.

On paper, her shenanigans weren't an issue--her parents would never suspect anything out of the ordinary with just the vibrations. But coupled with the involuntary noises from her arousal? Her parents would definitely catch on and know she wasn't brushing her teeth.

Eva knew her utmost priority was to stay quiet, or at least try to. She kept her free hand on her mouth, pressing firmly to muffle her moans, which were now growing in volume and frequency as her toothbrush's vibrations overtook her senses. Her hand wouldn't be enough. The bathroom felt too quiet and made every single one of her muffled noises painfully obvious.

Stumbling slightly, she reached for the light switch and flicked on the bathroom fan. The low, steady hum filled the silence, and she exhaled in relief but still wished the fan had a louder setting. Her moans choked in her throat as her legs wobbled, nearly sending her straight into the door.

Eva felt herself getting more and more aroused as her household toy continued to act on her clit. She fought back a muffled moan as she used every possible muscle to try and control her body. The faster and faster vibrating waves made her entire body tremble and her hips shake violently.

It was all becoming too much. The tingling sensation was definitely making herself wet, and she was horrified that she could feel it. Another muffed moan escaped her lips as she shuddered.

Eva hit the power button, and her toothbrush froze. The sudden pause of the sensation left her feeling disappointed, but the relief she felt was immense. Setting the base back on the counter, she pulled down her soft fleece pants to examine herself.

Sure enough, her wet panties told her all she needed to know about how turned on she was. She was delighted, as it would have taken almost half an hour of humping her pillow to get close to being this wet. It was obvious she was loving every second, and her raging horniness urged her to keep going. She was well aware of how messy she would get soon, and so she kicked her pants away, sending them to the far corner of the bathroom. She then pulled down her panties, feeling the soaked material peel off her private area, and tossed it onto her pants.

Eva was just about to turn on her toothbrush again--to finish the job--when a sudden thought made her flinch. Her heart pounded as she realized that her parents and two siblings would soon be up and about, and without a doubt, they would need the bathroom too.

Time was running out. The chances of her getting caught were only increasing exponentially as the seconds ticked by, and she realized that she had no choice now but to continue.

Her body seemed to ache for it, and she was already so close to feeling the release she had been desiring. The tiny rational part of her--the part that knew this was weird--was drowned out by the intense need to finally release. It was now or never.

Biting her lip, she turned the toothbrush back on and spread her legs wide open before bringing the toothbrush base to her clit. Her legs tightened around the base for the third time as the base made contact. Well aware of how loud her moans were, even while being muffled, her hand applied even more pressure to her mouth. Orgasm was approaching fast in the distance, but she needed to go even faster. She was getting wetter and wetter, and she fought even more to suppress her aroused moans of pleasure. Standing here, almost fully naked and exposed in the bathroom, felt humiliating even though she was behind closed doors.

Eva cried out in dismay as her toothbrush was unrelenting with its strong, powerful, and consistent vibrations. She had been edged so close to completion, and she knew that her pussy was dripping like a faucet. Looking down instantly confirmed it, as she saw a few drops of her own fluid on the floor.

Tears began to well up in her eyes as she was overcome with both ecstasy and desperation. She hated that her dirty mind had convinced her to use her toothbrush as a toy, but the majority of her mind felt excitement at this discovery. If only she had her own private bathroom, so she didn't feel rushed.

Eva braced herself as the vibrations continued. She was well aware the impending release from her dripping wet vagina was going to be violent. Then she felt a warm sensation--her juices had started to trickle down her legs. She was mere seconds away from coming super hard.

The orgasm kept building up inside her as she felt her vision begin to blur. Her body shook uncontrollably as she fought back hopelessly. Her shoulders quivered with every panting breath. There was no way out of it now. She was trapped, soaking wet, and horrifyingly fully turned on in a bathroom that would soon be occupied by family.

Eva released a long, stifled moan as she felt the excitement increase further. The vibrations rose and fell in intensity as her thighs contracted over and over again, and soon it was too much. She was speeding towards the point of no return, and she wanted to get it all out of her system. Her extreme horniness convinced her that she didn't regret her decision one bit.

Then, her thoughts were interrupted by her own long, loud squeal that her hand was unable to hide. She slapped the wall with the back of her hand repeatedly, and her hips bucked wildly as she then let out a moan--way too loudly--that she knew echoed throughout her house. It was over; she had blown her cover.

Her already incredibly wet pussy contracted over and over again as she squirted and ejaculated at the same time--with more force than she had ever felt. Wave after wave of pleasure almost drowned her. It felt like she was on cloud nine, and she wished this state of temporary heaven would last forever. Her hot juices burst out from her pussy outwards and sprayed all over the floor and continued to drip out. With one last squeal of delight and a soft whimper, Eva's soft body relaxed, and she collapsed on her knees, hitting the ground with a loud thud. The toothbrush base fell gently to the ground.

As her body gradually returned to its normal state, reality hit her. The fog of horniness in her faded away as the sun of clarity appeared again. She stared down at the sticky liquid pooled on the bathroom floor, with additional splatters here and there. She went to move, but her overwhelmed emotions froze her there.

For a moment, it all felt like a dream. She had just brought herself to orgasm--using her own toothbrush! It didn't help that in her blind heat, she had moaned loudly like some slut.

A loud knocking sound against the bathroom door ripped her away from her thoughts.

"Who's in there screaming?"

Eva felt ice in her veins. It was her father.

"It's Eva!" She called out, her voice cracking.

Her wide eyes darted all over the bathroom floor. The sticky mess from her orgasm was everywhere. She shuddered and felt sick to her stomach.

"I heard you scream. Are you okay?" Her dad asked, his voice full of concern.

Eva thought hard to form some believable excuse, and luckily she had one.

"Spider!" Eva blurted out.

There was a very noticeable pause of silence. Then her dad chuckled, much to her relief.

"Just a spider? Sounded more like you were being murdered or something."

Eva forced a laugh and hoped she sounded normal. "Yeah...well it was really big."

"Oh, you and your arachnophobia." Her dad snorted. "When you're done fighting for your life, I need to use the bathroom."

Eva stiffened. Oh no. She wasn't done.

Not at all.

"Uh...yeah, just a sec!" She called back, stalling for time.

Eva quickly stood up, nearly slipping on her own fluids. Her hands fumbled as she ripped out a huge amount of toilet paper off the roll and stuffed it into her cavity, soaking up the remaining juices. She went over her legs and feet before tossing the wad into the toilet. Her parents had a strict rule to not flush any paper down the toilet, but this time was different--she needed to get rid of the evidence from her naughty adventure.