Bäcøn Thë (Un)Holy Præchër

A shiver ran through Jimin's body as she thought about what she was about to do, but she felt it was necessary. All that time repressing her dirtier, more perverted side had resulted in that image of a good, innocent girl that everyone had of her. Nobody knew how much she masturbated, how much porn she watched, or about the box full of toys she kept hidden in her closet. Well, nobody except the strangers on the internet and that girl she'd been messaging. The same girl she'd been trying to arrange a date with, but that was a whole different story now.

Although neither of them had seen the other's face, they had seen quite a bit of each other's bodies. They had been exchanging explicit photos, which quickly escalated into videos. At first, they only showed parts of their bodies, but the depravity of their conversations and the content of the videos grew at an accelerated pace. Right now, Jimin was watching a video of the girl's crotch on her phone. The screen was filled with a thick, long cock, longer than one would expect from a girl like her, who apparently was even shorter than Jimin, while a hand caressed it.

For weeks now, the two of them had been sending each other this kind of content, to the point of sending short videos of themselves touching their private parts or even watching the same porn movie to masturbate simultaneously. This afternoon, Jimin had decided to take a bigger risk and record a longer video than the previous ones to send to that girl.

She looked away from her phone and placed it on the chair she had strategically positioned behind her. Making sure the corner of the table was properly framed, Jimin pressed the screen and the device started recording. Her face was captured on video, so she would have to edit it before sending it; no one could know that the seemingly sweet Jimin and the depraved Katarawwwwrina were the same person.

With her back to the camera, Jimin approached the table. She hoped the framing would be good not only to capture the table, which she had already ensured, but also to capture everything she was about to do. Thinking about how big her ass would look in the video and whether her thighs would shake too much, she moved a little closer to the table, the corner dangerously close to her crotch, covered only by her panties. Perhaps she should have chosen something more appropriate for the situation, a thong instead of those large, patterned panties with dinosaur designs. But maybe her choice of underwear added an extra touch of depravity to the video she was recording.

Finally, Jimin's crotch touched the polished surface of the table's corner. A shiver ran through her body as she began to rub her center against the table, drawing small circles with her hips. She had seen this countless times on the porn sites she frequented, but this was the first time she had dared to do it herself, so she knew the process perfectly but had no real experience. She leaned forward slightly to grip the table's edges and better support her weight as she continued moving her hips. Little by little, Jimin's breathing became punctuated by gasps and sighs; the friction against her center was already beginning to take its toll.

Although her breasts were obviously out of frame because she had her back to the camera, Jimin could feel them swaying with every movement as they hung heavily. She left the tabletop to grab one of her breasts and play with it; instantly, her gasps were joined by soft moans escaping her lips. The dual stimulation of her center, by now soaked, and her nipple intensified the electric sensations coursing through her body.

It was incredible how something as mundane as rubbing against a table could feel so good. Maybe it was because Jimin was a pervert, or maybe it was because that simple action truly felt so good. Either way, she leaned forward a little more to increase the pressure the table exerted on her clothed center. This inevitably made her ass look bigger to the camera, which made Jimin aware of what she was doing and, consequently, caused her to blush.

The girl was glad she'd never shown her face because right now it was burning like fire under her skin; her cheeks were probably almost red-hot from pleasure and shame. Her crotch seemed to be on fire too; the heat there spread differently, but at an even faster rate than on her face. All that friction was driving her crazy, undermining her ability to think clearly and make decisions. It was better this way; that way she banished the shame she still felt about letting someone see this side of her.

Surely a damp stain was already visible in the video; Jimin was sure of it. Her pussy felt soaked; the fabric of her panties clung to her body and rode up into her folds, pushed against the corner of the table. She'd probably have to throw the panties away after this because she wasn't sure she could clean up all the fluids she was getting on her; deep down, she didn't even know if she'd have the strength to do it later.

Inside Jimin lived two opposing forces vying for control of her being. One was the innocent, good girl who got good grades in college, went to church regularly, and offered help to others when they needed it… In short, a textbook good girl. In contrast, there was the perverted one who could spend entire afternoons in bed reading pornographic fanfiction about her favorite singers while playing with her private parts, watching porn until the wee hours, and who possessed a collection of toys that would make anyone blush. The first was known to everyone; the second, however, was an anonymous figure on the internet who occasionally uploaded nude photos and the naughty short videos, always from strategic angles and careful not to show anything that could help identify her.

It was precisely as Katarawwwwrina that she had met this girl who seemed to be just as perverted as she was. The connection was almost immediate; they clicked unexpectedly and began the exchange of photos that had led Jimin to this point. This was by far the riskiest and most perverse thing she had ever done. Taking photos or short videos was one thing, but recording herself masturbating using the dining room table as a toy was a whole new world for her.

Jimin didn't believe that both versions of herself could coexist peacefully. How could the wanking, perverted side of her present herself to friends who only knew the sweet, good Jimin? She was sure they would reject her and she would be left alone, so only in the safety of anonymity did she dare to unleash her fantasies and darkest desires. She was naive for wanting to live two lives at the same time, but the way her heart raced with excitement and shame when she received flattering comments and many more quite obscene ones every time she uploaded a photo was simply delicious. Pleasure and shame surged equally within her, and neither seemed capable of winning the battle.

Right now, she felt ashamed of what she was doing. It was lucky she lived alone because otherwise she wouldn't have been able to use the table that way if more people sat down to eat at it every day; that would have been too much for her. But embraced by the solitude of her own apartment, Jimin was letting herself go, forming desires whose consequences she would have to deal with later, because right now she was biting her lip to banish any doubt about what she was add to this video.

Rubbing herself against the table was all she was supposedly going to do; it was a surprise for that girl who called herself FrozenWinter online, a detail she was sure she would like a lot. Jimin had really had to gather the courage to do this for a few days, and now that she was in the middle of it, she was thinking of taking things a little further. What if… Would that be too much? Maybe not. FrozenWinter had never judged her, never made fun of her, or treated her badly in any way. In fact, she said she found Jimin's self-consciousness adorable, that it made all her online actions more genuine and exciting. So why was she hesitating? She just had to let go; this was the perfect moment. In the end, if it turned out to be too much or if embarrassment got the better of her, Jimin could simply delete the video and pretend nothing had happened. Her "friend" didn't know about this, so she wasn't expecting anything in return for the video she'd sent earlier. But what if…

Finally, Jimin banished her doubts by shaking her head from side to side; it was now or never. Her hips stopped circling and instead began moving back and forth, pressing herself against the table. Jimin tugged at her nipple to help her cope with the new sensations and clear her mind of any thoughts or doubts. Although no one was watching her, no one but the mechanical eye of her phone's camera, Jimin closed her eyes tightly and focused on one thing. There it was, in her lower abdomen, she could feel that urgent sensation that urged her to let go. Her body craved this release, and her mind was no longer in a position to deny it. It was a pleasure she had only succumbed to a couple of times, and always in the shower, never outside. Just remembering those moments made her entire face flush red, almost like a tomato. Of course, she liked it; it was pleasurable, but she didn't like thinking about it. It was something that, in a way, gave Katarawwwwrina an advantage over Jimin.

Her panties were already ruined anyway, so taking them off was pointless. Besides, she was sure that if she did, she'd end up backing out of this stupid idea. Then Jimin simply strained a little, and her bladder began to overflow. Thank God she had drunk that enormous amount of lemonade earlier because at that moment it was the only thing that calmed her nerves as she thought about what she was going to do with the table. Right now, that lemonade had become her best ally.

The sensation was strange but also familiar. This was the first time Jimin had felt her urine run down her thighs without being accompanied by the shower water, and it was also the first time it had soaked her panties. The warm moisture spread differently than her other fluids. The juices from her vagina stained her panties and the table, but they didn't run down her thighs or drip down to form a puddle on the floor. Damn it, Jimin cursed herself inwardly for not taking off her socks because she didn't like how they were getting soaked with her own pee, but there was nothing she could do about it now. Right now, all she could think about was pleasure and the hope that the camera was recording everything in vivid detail. The wet stain had spread across almost her entire panties, so she was sure it would be captured on video.

Jimin needed to grip the table again with both hands to rub herself harder against the polished surface. Her bladder was still emptying as its contents spilled out copiously; the space between her feet was quickly becoming a mess, and it looked like her socks were going to be ruined too. She didn't care about any of that; the pleasure outweighed the embarrassment. Her pussy throbbed sinisterly and demanded more friction, so Jimin lifted one leg and placed her knee on the table. That gave her a different range of motion; now she could fully feel the corner of the table parting her labia and rubbing against her clitoris, despite the pathetic excuse of a barrier provided by her soaked panties. Also she was sure FrozenWinter would get a really good view of hr ass and thighs.

The sighs had given way to moans that followed one after another. Jimin was engulfed in a whirlwind of ecstasy that propelled her hips uncontrollably, while she herself was consumed by pleasure. She had already stopped wetting herself, but urine still soaked her crotch and the floor; the smell struck her as obscene and made her feel vulgar in ways she never could have imagined. Was this the most obscene thing she had ever done? Of course it was. It couldn't even compare to the time she had gone to class with a plug in her ass; that felt like a walk in the park compared to this. All the moisture from her fluids clinging to her body, ruining her underwear and socks, soiling the table and the floor; it all combined to take overwhelming control of her.

Her cheeks burned, but her pussy burned even more. The table offered resistance that stimulated her cunt in a delicious way. If it weren't for her panties, the camera would have captured how her lips parted to receive the object between them, although she was pressing herself so hard against the furniture that the soaked fabric of her panties was still further in than it should have been. Surely, the video showed how her pussy devoured the garment with voracious hunger.

She couldn't hold back any longer; the pleasure was too great and overwhelming. Jimin collapsed onto the table, moving with even more fervor. Her hips acquired a frenetic rhythm that even made her nipples rub against the tabletop, perhaps that was the final straw. That's what made Jimin reach her climax, bursting into sobs and moans as her body was gripped by uncontrollable spasms. Her buttocks continued to move on their own as the leg that was still on the floor bent, resting her full weight on the table.

She felt dirty and obscene for what she had just done, but the pleasure that had taken control of her body was still able to push those thoughts out of her head. Her cunt throbbed, covered by panties that her last movements had caused to ride up between her buttocks. Her breathing was ragged, and she was sure that tomorrow she would feel discomfort in more than one muscle, but despite everything, Jimin had a smile on her face.

It took Jimin a few minutes to recover from what was perhaps the most powerful orgasm of her life. With her legs still trembling, she stood up in the puddle of urine she herself had spilled; if her socks were already soaked before, now they were surely ruined. Deciding to ignore that, Jimin stretched with difficulty to finally end the video. For a few seconds, the camera showed her face completely red and her hair tangled, but somehow she was radiant. It really had been a good orgasm; she could see it in the havoc it had wreaked on her. That sparkle in her eyes wasn't something she saw every day.

On her own opinion she looked so beautiful right now that Jimin decided to save an unedited copy of the video for herself. Maybe she'd be embarrassed to watch it again later, but right now she clutched her phone to her chest, treasuring the video she'd recorded and thanking herself for finding that girl online. Yes, she was sure to like the video; FrozenWinter was just as perverted as she was, a little pee certainly wasn't going to scare her off.