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Denied once more

You may have thought my ways of teasing and denying you from afar were finite.

That was before I made you Facetime me while you were in one of your very important video conferences. One where you needed to look dapper, be switched on and contribute your valued opinion. One where you were required to focus and concentrate on the matter at hand. One where you couldn’t afford to let your mind wander, to be distracted.

In short, a perfect setting for me to demonstrate what tease and denial can mean.

And so I offered you a quick and silent FaceTime call to show you my freshly painted nails. How could you not? How could you ever turn that offer down? Of course you couldn’t. Of course you would accept the call, place your phone ever so carefully against the side of your laptop screen, and go about your work call.

Or would you?

For when the call opened and I smiled at you, were you really able to not look?

What were the odds of you concentrating on solving a professional problem when you saw my feet on your screen? When I showed you my toes, the ones you so love to lick, to suck, to smell and to taste? I saw exactly what was happening to you. I saw you part those beautiful slutty lips of yours, the ones I have seen do unimaginable things, in desire. Your eyes widened, darted away from the laptop, onto the phone screen. They pleaded with me to show you more in ways that didn’t need for words. As I moved ever so slightly in front of the camera, I granted you a glimpse of my body barely covered in a robe. And then covered in the thick and heavy want in your eyes, darting back and forth between screens.

So I smiled, placed my finger on my lips in a secret ob you and I share, and mouthed “Do you want to see more?”, lasciviously writhing in the sheets, as if that really was a question. As if what you just saw wasn’t enough on any day, let alone during a work call.

I know your face and I know your expressions. And I could tell then that your subtly raised eyebrows and the clenched jaw was your best effort at not losing your professional front. How does a man nod vigorously and say “yes please” without moving? You managed, it’s just one of your many talents.

“You’re in for a treat” I promised and got up, phone in hand. My robe open, revealing the curve of my breasts as I walked along the corridor, watching you talk to your client. I mustn’t distract you. Only I will! Keep on talking, my boy, keep on being the professional you are, while I placed the phone on the bathroom vanity, facing the shower. Keep negotiating terms, my boy, as I sensually traced the lines of my body with my dark red fingernails before letting the robe slip off my shoulders. As I stood naked before you and watched you stutter mid sentence.

There was no need for you to explain or show me what you were going through in that moment. I knew you were rock solid, twitching and dripping a mess onto your stomach. Watching your lips move, forming sentences full of professional jargon as opposed to the many versions of “fucking hell” that you would normally utter, I stepped into the shower and soaped my body, washed in all the places your tongue so eagerly licked. Were you concentrating, my boy? For the look on your face had since lost its polite professionalism.

Your eyes followed as the water jet rinsed my skin off the lather first, then was guided lower, to my most intimate of places. Keep listening to your client, boy! Don’t mind me pleasuring myself as the sounds of surprise and desire rolled over my tongue.

Frustration at how you cannot give me your utmost attention now plainly visible on your face, I made sure you got a good view of my hands moisturising my body. We both knew it should have been your hands. We both imagined they were. But while I was able to fully commit to this image, you were forced to let it slip away again and again as you answered queries on your call.

I can do better than that, boy. If you thought there and then this was the end of my tease, you were wrong. For then I placed my phone on the floor, to show you exactly what you would be seeing from the position you so naturally inhabit, when you so willingly give in to the magnetic pull of the floor beneath me.

And as you finally ended your work call, only to immediately sink onto your knees and give me all of your focus, I smiled and nodded and waved you goodbye, too, leaving you to your own devices. Denied once more.

You know now that teasing is way more than touching and that not being able to fall into the subspace of the moment is as much denial as not getting to orgasm.

You know now that I own every aspect of it.

THE RED BUTTON DILEMMA

He had no idea how many hours it had been since he’d woken up in her lair. What he did know was that his cock had been gently edged by her the entire time and that no amount of begging for release had swayed her. She just continued slowly, deliberately grazing her  long, black fingernails up and down its length to the point where it began to bob rhythmically and his balls lurched. Over and over… and over. He passed out for a third time.

He woke again to the same desperate desire to cum. He found that his right leg had been untied. He felt something gently squeezing just below the head of his penis and on glancing down he saw that a cock ring had been placed there with a bullet vibrator at his frenulum.

His captor had now stripped naked, gazing languidly into his eyes from a stool next to the bed. For the first time, she spoke to him.

“You are master of your own destiny now. You control this vibrator.”

He looked at the cock ring, up at his tied arms above his head, and quizzically back at her.

“Next to your right foot is a button.”

Sure enough, he saw a red button a couple of inches across and a couple of inches high where she said it was. He didn’t know if it had been there all along.

“The button powers the vibrator. Enjoy.”

After a few moments of contemplation he raised his right heel and rested it on the button. The vibrator whizzed to life and after the overload of the rest of his captivity the shock was too much. His cock lurched upwards and his free leg flew up, off the button, stopping the vibrator.

He needed more.

Tentatively, he raised his heel again, slowly lowering it onto the button. The immediate jolt of pleasure was almost overwhelming. It wouldn’t be long before he got his relief.

After a few seconds intently watching his pleasured cock bob and leer, his captor stood up, picked up her stool and slowly moved to reposition herself to face the sole of his vibrator-controlling, free right foot. He barely noticed. She considered her new view for a moment before leaning in slightly.

He was seconds away.

“Are your feet, er… ticklish at all?” Her playfully posed question barely registered in his lust-filed mind, but the action that followed certainly did. She drew her index fingernail from his heel, up his arch to the ball of his foot.

He yelped and kicked his foot. The vibrator stopped, leaving his cock bouncing hopelessly on the precipice for a moment before he reflexively placed his heel back on the button, chasing his orgasm.

She immediately scribbled her nails below his toes and, again, he immediately kicked his foot away and the vibrator stopped. This time he paused and looked at her.

“Oh, goodie! That’s a YESSSS! I do SO love to tickle feet. They held each other’s gaze over his throbbing cock as the battle of wits that was to follow crystalized in his mind.

He was so ticklish… SO TICKLISH! He couldn’t bear it. But… he was so close… SO CLOSE! He couldn’t bear it. Slowly, he raised his foot over the button. She smirked.

TO BE CONTINUED…?

a scenario for y'all: I've come home from a long day and you're waiting in a cute outfit for me, knowing I'll be all stressed and pent up from the day. I greet you with a kiss and hug, tell you about my day as I get out of work clothes, not even commenting on your adorably cute clothes as I strip down and dress comfier. Finally I sit down and ask you to climb on my lap and tell me about your day, knowing that you've probably been needy waiting for me. As you start talking I fondle you in those sweet sensitive spots, and you stutter describing what you did today. Every time you try to continue talking I make a bit more friction, squeeze harder, grip more firmly, continously making you pause to let out your noises. I know you need release as much as me but I have to be sure just how needy you are first, so I don't rush just yet. I'll continue like this until you've finally finished talking, then throw you down on the bed so you help me unwind and deal with my burning need to be inside of you.

One day I'll experience this. That day can't cum soon enough though.

A proper prostate Milking ( while in Chastity )

1. Insert Large Butt Plug to apply pressure on the prostate.

2. With subject laying on their back and legs spread open place Vibrator behind subjects penis.

3. Apply pressure with Vibrator rolling from penis to anus in a circular motion.

4. The subject will begin to feel their orgasm build just as if you were edging them.

5. In about 5 - 6 minutes the subject’s cum will begin to Ooze out of his chastity cage. Keep rolling until cum stops oozing. With all the cum drained out, the subject will still be extremely horny and sensitive. Even though the subject has been completely drained of cum they will still feel as if they are on the edge of an orgasm that will never come.

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Good knowledge to have

A proper prostate Milking ( while in Chastity )

1. Insert Large Butt Plug to apply pressure on the prostate.

2. With subject laying on their back and legs spread open place Vibrator behind subjects penis.

3. Apply pressure with Vibrator rolling from penis to anus in a circular motion.

4. The subject will begin to feel their orgasm build just as if you were edging them.

5. In about 5 - 6 minutes the subject’s cum will begin to Ooze out of his chastity cage. Keep rolling until cum stops oozing. With all the cum drained out, the subject will still be extremely horny and sensitive. Even though the subject has been completely drained of cum they will still feel as if they are on the edge of an orgasm that will never come.

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It really is the perfect training setup. Edge them until they know nothing and will do anything 😍

Damn I'm a sissy hoe. $785. The only thing I haven't done is get pegged and I'm working on fixing that.

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What all have you done sissy? 💞✨

Oh my Gawd…Wait till the end.

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What a tease.

quick doodle. Carl loves them nipple teasing hehe! <3

Is she T H I C C tho?

T- houghtful 

H- ilarious

I- nspiring

C- aptivating

C- got that phat ass

Never Let Him Touch His Penis

This is a rule I strictly enforce. He has adapted over time so that he can wear his chastity device at all times now so I keep it locked on him unless I play with him. I’m not as strict as some women when it comes to rationing his orgasms.

I generally only make him wait seven to fourteen days between releases. However, I am very strict in how he has that orgasm. I never give him the slightest chance to masturbate on his own.

Before his chastity device is removed, he is restrained very well. Whether I fuck him, use my hand, or just tease and deny him is purely my choice and I never tell him in advance what I am going to do to him. He is helpless and just along for the ride. It is locked back on every time before releasing him from the restraints.

The reason I do it this way every time is because I want to ensure he isn’t thinking about some random woman when he feels the pleasure, but is thinking about me personally. I want him conditioned to lust for and be obsessed with only me.

He has to look at me the whole time. He can’t close his eyes or look away from me or I will stop touching him. If he isn’t looking me directly in the eye when he orgasms, he will wait longer for release the next time.

His pleasure and orgasms belong to me as much as his body does and I enjoy the intimacy doing it this way creates. Watching the pure pleasure on his face when he ejaculates followed by the look of gratitude he feels for me afterwards makes it exciting for me.

I have promised my pet husband that I will ensure he never again has an orgasm on his own. I love the fact that he is sexually helpless without me.

ORGASM CONTROL vs DENIAL

A recent spate of asks and not so friendly dialogue over at @instructor144 blog left me thinking about these two distinct items (distinct in my opinion).

I define Orgasm Control as part of a D/s agreement where the sub/bottom agrees to seek permission before an orgasm and if yes, to cum as directed by the Dominant/Top. I seperate control from denial at the “no,” specifically at the length of time. To simplify it, let’s break control into short term, and long term as Denial. There are many reasons to use edge and denial (short term) control regimes with a sub/bottom –too many to delve into here.

Before you give consent to either orgasm control or orgasm denial, DEFINE the length of time for your understanding.

The example given for denial was in the 45 day range. I’ll use that as a kind time frame reference.

Okay, so let’s talk Orgasm Denial. Some may be seeking the lack of sexual desire or pleasure. I assume that’s self explanatory. But, in my experience, most Denial involves edging, usually repeatedly. The edged state is the state the parties involved are seeking.

Okay folks, time to get nerdy. Both edged denial and orgasm involve lots of brain chemistry and hormones. Now some of us have more complicated chemistry and hormones like being trans, pregnant, menopausal, prostate treatments, or any numerous endocrine issues, which will require additional thought on the part of those involved – well beyond what scraps of info I have to offer up.

Some of us humans have brains that just work better when inundated with higher levels of some of these chemicals and hormones. So we manage that with all kinds of things – pain, pleasure, food, thrill seeking, exercise, etc. Some brains actually function more to its owner’s liking when living in a state of Edged Orgasm Denial in a D/s context. But make no mistake, that state is an altered one. It is different from their baseline. [ Before anyone loses their shit, neither the term altered nor different means “bad.” ]

In the end, Edged Orgasm Denial is a kind of self regulation, like maintenance spankings (pain). Both require responsible, knowledgeable Dominants/Tops and consent from the subs/bottoms

I have one caveat that I’ll put out here. There is a difference between consent and informed consent. In medicine, informed consent means all other options are presented as well as all the risks of the preferred one. So in this case, if you’re looking to try to self regulate through long term Edged Orgasm Denial, I will tell you if it were me, or someone I loved, I would seek out a kink aware professional to learn all of the other options and any personal risks of long term Edged Orgasm Denial.

There ARE inherent risks with long term Edged Orgasm Denial. Specifically, the rebound effect when orgasm, ruined or otherwise, occurs. Many self report serious depressive episodes. So D-types, SSC requires you are prepared to deal with all effects, side efects, and risks before, during and after edges and orgasms in this kind of denial.

Now we all know shit happens and goes wrong in D/s. Life happens, bodies change, whatever it may be, there is a way to deal with it within the dynamic.

S-types are responsible for communicating needs to their D-type. D-types are responsible for providing for those needs. So in the context of Edged Orgasm Denial, when “something” goes wrong during the edge/denial regime, first decide if a meta talk can attempt to solve the issue or if you NEED to safeword and cum. Edged Orgasm Denial is not some extra special D/s thing. Safeword rules apply! As in, the safeword is used, then everything stops (in this case edge and denial) and aftercare is instituted after immediate health and safety has been assessed. Later, at an appropriate time, debrief and plan a way forward eother with or without Edged Orgasm Denial.

I have deliberately chosen to only focus on the physiology and none of the emotional, reparionship, or D/s reasons, motivations, or consequences. That doesn’t mean they don’t exist.

As in everything I type out here, this just my two cents on the topic. And you can take it for what it’s worth to you or leave it.

My only request is that you do not be so presumptuous as to assign negative motives or evil intent to me or my words if you find them deficient, clueless, or poorly chosen.

I can assure you, I am well aware of my privileged and blessed state if living. But publicly shaming me for my ignorance or hamhanded attemps at communicating does nothing to further my growth, equality, or the conversation.

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Staying the Submissive Course

A D/s dynamic is consent based and the submissive can always say no,  can maintain boundaries, and can even opt out. Agreements can be renegotiated, terms of engagement changed, new boundaries discovered.

And for me an essential part of submission is staying the course even when interest wanes. Keeping to the role and the agreements when tired, desires shift, or you are feeling distracted. Actually feeling a diminishment in energy or interest is all the more reason to lean in for by leaning in to your dynamic, the protocols, the agreements, you are cultivating the connection.

Don’t feel libidinous but your dominant wants sex? Focus on their desire and have sex anyway. Serve them and let that service be the satisfaction.

Work is demanding and you feel too distracted for your assigned edges (or nipple pumping or fill in the blank)? Keep your promise and find your center in the protocol. Allow it to be the counter balance to the call of work.

Gave control of your orgasms to your dominant but now really want to orgasm? Remind yourself the pleasure you derive from the control and maintain your commitment.

Staying the course is not always easy nor is it always fun, but keeping to your commitments and maintaining your connection occurs when you lean into your dynamic rather than away from it. Give up the notion that you have to personally want to do something in order to do it. Instead embrace the notion that you want to do it because your dominant wants you to do it. That is to me the big shift in mindset needed for a solid D/s foundation.

On Sex Positivity & Male Sexuality…

We ladies need to remember that mainstream porn does as bad of a job representing male sexuality as it does representing female sexuality.

No two men are alike. Just because you see it in porn, or experienced it with another man, doesn’t mean your current partner will be the same. And that’s okay.

We’ve gotta be more aware and respectful of our male partner’s needs and preferences in the bedroom.

For example, if he says he can’t cum from oral, then he can’t cum from oral. Why do we often seek validation from other men about how our partner’s mind and body works? Does it matter what other men do or don’t do? Shouldn’t we be encouraged to trust our partners; respect them; accept them as they are — same way we expect them to be accepting of us?

If a woman can’t cum from oral, we — men and woman — are quick to blame our partner’s technique.

If a man can’t cum from oral, we often blame him — as if there’s something “wrong” with him. We wonder if it’s “normal” or “okay, or whether it “makes sense.” Why do we do this? And isn’t this the same prejudice, ignorance and misogyny that angers us when we are on the receiving end of it?

Aren’t we shoving our partner’s sexuality into a box made from our own expectations when we seek others’ opinions as to whether something about them is normal or not?

Some men cum from oral, some don’t. Some women cum from oral, some don’t. All of the above is acceptable and normal.

If you are concerned about something surrounding your partner’s body, sexuality, or preferences — whether these concerns stem from societal stereotypes, porn, or your own expectations — please talk to the only person who should be consulted on these issues: him.

Long drive with sister on my lap

Aside from fulfilling my fantasies, I never thought I’d actually be using this sub to post my own experience. Now that I’ve experienced it first hand, I feel like I owe this place some content. Although it took place a few weeks ago, I can’t stop replaying it in my head. Just to clarify I’m 23 and my sister is 25. This is also my first time writing so bare with me.

Every year, my family meets up with relatives from across the country and enjoy a week at our shared vacation cottage. The other families we’re on route to the cottage already.

The day was breezy, hot and full of summer dresses and skin. We were at the airport, picking up my aunt and her daughter. They live in another province so we offered to give them a ride after they flew in. The plan was to pick them up and go straight to the cottage a few hours away. We had already found them and were packing up their luggage into our car.

I was sort of helping but really I was stuck mesmerized by the many attractive girls speckled in the passing crowds. In my head, I thanked the earth for having seasons like summer. Everywhere I’d look there were girls in dresses or short shorts. Legs galore. For a brief moment, I forgot how humid and hot it was. Then I started being thankful for air conditioning.

I tuned back into my family.

“Sorry Sal! this was the best we got”, my dad explained to my aunt. “the van is back home, out of commission. We’ll just have to squish in” Early 90s van, thank God we didn’t take it. What we did have was a decently sized hatchback. As much space as it had though, the combined baggage of all five of us had taken up the whole trunk and at least one human seat.

“You guys are going to have to double up”, my dad finalized.

“Really!? There’s got to be more room in the trunk. We’ll just redo it and tetris a different way”, Gwen said behind her shades. She tried to rotate some bags and squish them tighter into the trunk. She was always determined. We allowed her to try.

I have never thought of my sister in a sexual way. But I’m not afraid to admit that with her summer outfit on top of her sporty figure she was definitely looking good.

Her summer dress was just a couple inches shy of being unclassy, which was the perfect tease for the male gaze. Thanks to her gym subscription and volleyball team her thighs and calves were well developed. Toned enough to show that she put time into her body. Her brunette hair, swayed back and forth in it’s ponytail as she kept trying to push the bags further into space that wasn’t there.

As attractive as she was though, she has always been just my sister. The one who I fought over poptarts with. The one who pulled the age card to win every argument when we were kids. The one I’d fight for space over the couch with. We didn’t hate each other, but we weren’t always close. Which is why this experience to me was unexpected. My incest fantasies never included my own sister.

“Ahh! I tried. Let’s just get out of here. I need to feel the breeze,” she surrendered. The sweat glossed over her fair skin.

“Sorry Gwen! Alright! Everybody in before we get flagged by the police,” my dad chuckled. Even though that was a very real possibility. We we’re lucky that the road to the country side was nearby. Once we get on it, the only traffic we’ll see for hours are other locals heading to their own countryside getaways.

Me and my sister paused before we got in the car. I didn’t know how it was going to work. She looked at me expectingly. “Ryan, you will crush me if you sit on my lap,” she half laughed. “Get in first.” I agreed instantly. She was only 5'3 and I could only guess about 110 lbs while I weighed about 50 lbs more.

The thought of having her on my lap though, at the time, was more of a nuisance and discomfort. Especially for a few hours drive. I sat down on the left side of the car while a huge amount of bags filled the middle seat. Aunt Sally and her daughter Annie doubled up on the other side of it. We could barely see them since the bags almost hit the roof of the car.

Only until my sister sat on my lap did I remember what I was wearing. Or not wearing. I knew the ride was going to be a long one so I wore something comfy. T-shirt and shorts. I also knew we might make it in time to go swimming right away so they were swim shorts. And I was not wearing any underwear.

My shorts clearly lost the battle against the feel of her soft legs and ass. The image of my cock rubbing against a girls ass instantly raced through my mind. My cock twitched. I was weirded out by the thought since It was my sister’s ass triggering them. I tried to shut it out before it got weirder.

“This for three hours. I can’t. Sorry, Ryan. Let’s try this,” Gwen moved forward a bit. Her bum now rested on the edge of my legs. Using them as a ledge to sit on. She was so close to the front passenger seat that she was hugging it. My cock was discouraged but I was relieved. But it also gave me a peak at her rose pink panties, as her dress rode up a bit above her ass. I averted my eyes.

“That’s fine with me. as long as you’re good like that”, I obliged.

The car started. We settled in. Squished in like a bunch of sardines in a can. And we set off.

20 minutes goes by. The sun was still hot, but the wind was giving us some TLC. My sister had plugged in her phone to play her music. She had a good playlist picked out for a summer drive. My parents and my relatives were busy catching up. It was a good drive so far.

“Okay, you’re knees are too bony” Gwen mocked.

“They’re naturally bony”.

She lifted her shades up to her head, showing her bluish green eyes and gave me a face. She leaned back to me and relaxed her body. Clearly she was tensing up while trying to stay in that previous position.

She leaned her head back on my right side. The bags in the middle were big enough to be a pillow on her right. “I should’ve done this earlier! It’s pretty comfy.”

I could feel my legs getting a bit numb. I thought, I just have to do this for a couple hours more. Good god. I leaned my head back too. Our faces were pretty much next to each other. Gwen had a subtle coconut sent. Must be her lotion or shampoo. It was gentle on the nose. As I inhaled, the sent eased my mind a bit but then it continued down to stir my cock.

I was immediately aware again that my cock was pressing up from underneath her. It didn’t help that my sister was wearing a dress. With the way she backed into me, the bottom of her dress was sitting slightly above my waist. So the only thing between my sisters ass and my cock was my shorts and her panties.

The smell of her delightfully stuck in my nose. It was encouraging my cock. I tried to stay still and imagine my cock getting softer. I knew it would be super weird for my sister if she felt me getting hard. but it was at that moment where the road started to get bumpy. The car jerked up a bit.

Our bodies moved with the car. The motions increased the pressure between my and my sister for a moment. Her smooth skin slid against me and my shorts. Her petite body fit perfectly on top of me.

“I forgot how bumpy the road gets here”, Gwen said while readjusting her body. Her hands grabbing the side of the car for support. Her bum wiggled a little, to get back into the position she was in. Her head next to mine. The smell of coconut. Her ass. My cock. God dammit.

“Oh man, my legs are getting numb” I said in the hopes that it would help change the situation.

My sister gave me a nervous look. She clearly was uncomfortable and I think was aware that I was getting harder. In the hopes to make me more comfortable, she adjusted her body. It only egged me on.

“Sorry, just a few more hours. I’m not that heavy. You got this”

For the next few minutes, I just tried hard to distract myself with anything passing by in the scenery. The good thing was that my family were procrastinators. We had to get up super early and pack everything we failed to do the days before. As soon as I knew it, I was falling asleep.

I woke up about more than an hour later. The sun was starting to go down now. The car was quiet; music turned off. I looked around, and everyone else seemed to be sleeping, except my dad of course. My sister was also passed out, her head resting beside me. Her petite body lay comfortable on me with her legs dangling off mine. Her right hand was resting on my arm.

As I regained consciousness, the hard fact that I was fully erect came to realization. Our bodies must’ve adjusted while I was asleep because now my cock was upright in between my belly and my sisters ass cheeks. I knew Gwen did squats too, I could definitely feel the results of them as her ass hugged my cock nicely. I could feel my tip getting wet.

Every now and then, as I tried to control the sensations, the car would hit a bump in the road. And my cock would push up against her ass.

Agony. I could only hope that Gwen didn’t wake up and freak out at me. I looked down to my shorts and could see the tip of my cock peeking up at me. The pee hole of my shorts was slowly opening with the movement of the car. Not good!

All of sudden, she mumbles. I freeze for my life. With her face next to mine, I feel her breath. I feel her swallow. Her chest expands and compresses with every breath. She adjusts slightly and gently moves her ass against my cock. Her hand squeezes my arm. My heart beats faster.

And then nothing.

She was simply turning in her sleep. I remember to start breathing again. Relaxing. I think to myself, I have to get out of this before I explode. In a very awkward attempt to not wake up my sister, I lift her with my pelvis. I try to hold her in that position with my hands as I adjust my cock away from her. And of course, the car jerks up and causes my hands to slip.

My sister’s ass lands hard on my cock. My fully erect cock was now back underneath her ass but also touching the lips of her pussy.

Something was different though. I can feel both her ass and lips hugging me. I can feel it much more. So MUCH more because my cock sprang OUT of my shorts’ pee hole. I silently moan. And having my sister’s thin panties definitely was not helping. With perfect timing, the road began to get more rockier. That told me that we’re almost there. Maybe 20 minutes more. I can do this(LIE). Every few seconds, the car would rumble. My eyes roll back as my cock is massaged between my sisters lips and ass.

I hear my sister mumble again. CRAP

“Uhh we.. ummost..there yeh..”, she attempts to speak, half awake. Her body begins to move and stretch. She inhales, arches her back and lifts her legs a bit to get circulation back. It made her ass hug my cock tighter. And her eyes shoot wide open. She definitely felt it now.

She quickly looks at me. Our faces, so close to each other.

She whispers sharply, “Ry-!”

“-I know, sorry! Natural bodily reaction.” I quietly and plea.

“Dammit, Ryan.” The car continues to rumble. It does a second time. A third. “Crap. So hard…It’s right under my..” She tries to compose herself.

Her eyes close. She quietly moans. The rumbling becomes more consistent. Her hand grabs a hold of my arm.

We stay like this for a few minutes. Our bodies just gyrating together. I can feel her getting wet on top of my cock. Her panties begin to get soaked as the car continues to shake our bodies. The rumbling is making me like a god damn vibrator. She bites her lip and exhales hard. I slowly feel her pussy and ass move along the length of my cock.

I try to hold her steady. I can’t take this shit. Even though she’s my sister, the feeling of my cock being jerked is taking over my mind. I inhale, trying to focus. The smell of coconut. Dammit. So good.

Through the rumbling of the car, me and my sister struggle through the vibrations silently for the next few minutes.

“Oh my goddddd”, Gwen mouths. She looks at me concerned.

“Try to focus on something el..”

The car hits a huge bump in the road. And our side of the car jumps way up. “HOOHHH!” Gwen quietly moans. She throws her head back onto the headrest.

All I could feel was soft wetness.

From that big upheaval, Gwens body lifted high enough for my cock to slide past her panties and for her pussy to swallow me whole. Oh shit! Oh Shit! I’m inside my sister. This soo wrong! I feel her body tense up. Her back arches and her legs shake. She’s cumming. She tries to make out words, but only vowels come out.

After a few seconds, her body releases. She remembers how to breathe.

Her hand squeezes my arm tightly now. The car recovers and continues on to its regular rumbling. My cock now gyrating in Gwen’s pussy. I can see her starting to get red. Her head now resting back, with her eyes closed. Mouth open. She was glowing. Her fingers squeezing and releasing my arm while the walls of her pussy do the same to my cock.

At that very moment, I had crossed to the other side of the fence. For the first time, I saw her as something other than my sister. The idea of having feelings and desires for her as a female now became viable. I knew I was nuts because it was just the situation. But the way her pussy caressed my cock, drove me past the borders I never thought I’d cross. She was fucking beautiful.

“Ry..” She whispered. She tried to maintain a look of concern above the pleasure.

She moans. Her body begins to move more significantly. Intentionally. “I’m sorr.. minds going blank..” She swallows hard.

I understood exactly. I communicated that by sliding my hand under her dress and pressing my hand against her waist. Her skin was smooth. I could feel her wetness in between my subtle thrusts. Yeah, I was thrusting now. Subtly.

The car was gyrating vigorously now. The gravel road was reaching it’s peak. And so we’re we. The noise of the stones beneath us masked our small moans and deep breaths. The wind from outside cooling us down.

Gwen began to gently caress my arm with her fingers. I moved my hand from her waist down to her leg. I caressed it back and forth. Her back now arched but still leaning against me. Her body twitched. She was liking it.

I looked to the rear view mirror, to see if my dad noticed anything. Luckily, there were too many bags around us, shielding any view of our bodies from the front seats. The only thing our dad could see if he turned around was our faces. His eyes were fixed on the violent road. My mom was still asleep.

I took the chance to kiss her neck. Her mouth widens and gives a slight moan. As subtle as my thrusts were, I was pushing harder into her as she pushed down on me. I wanted to go deeper into her. I feel her juices spilling onto my shorts. Her walls were getting tighter.

She inhales deeply, “Hohhh”, her eyes wide open. “Oh fuuckk” she mouths to me. She’s out of breath now, can barely speak. “Keep going…harder”.

I comply. I thrust into her harder. Subtle enough to not be noticed by my dad. I check the mirror again. The car continues to rumble. A big jerk every other second. My cock slides in and out of Gwen so easily. We gain a rhythm. Faster and faster.

She turns her face to me, fully blushing now, and stares intensely. Her eyes shift back and forth between me and my dad and the rear view mirror.

She moves towards me quickly, and kisses me. Her lips so soft. The smell of coconut too. My eyes stay open, fully taken back. The warmth and softness of her lifts sent in a rush of ecstasy. We stopped and looked at each other and then at the rear view mirror. Again we kissed. More passionately. Her tongue greeted my mouth and I greeted back. We finished with that, afraid of getting caught. But we continued fucking.

My sister turns to my ear, “I’m on the pill”.

My mind went crazy. She was giving me permission to cum inside her. I began to thrust faster. Harder. The car continued rumbling.

I watched her close her eyes, her mouth open. Her body was tensing and push down on me hard to make up for the lack of thrusting we could do. My crotch and shorts were now soaked. Thank god for the windows still being open. The smell of sex came off us and exited through the window.

With my cock still pushing hard gyrating inside of her, Gwen begins to tense. Again, her breathing quickens. I can feel it coming. Her pussy begins to squeeze me tightly and her hands reach up into my hair. I can’t fight it. I can feel myself about to cum. So I thrust harder into her.

She takes a sudden inhale, “Hohhhh” She squeezes me tighter than ever. Her body convulses. Her legs press firmly against mine. Her eyes roll to the back of her head. A strong silent moan comes from her open mouth.

As her convulsions happen, her lips grip my cock so hard. I thrust my hardest, deeper into her as I lose it in the big climax. My hands grip her waist as her hold her in place. Her hands reach for balance. My cock continues pulsing inside her. I feel my cum fill her up and drip out of her pussy and onto my shorts.

“oh my god yessssss!” She quivers and I’m still pulsing.

For the next few minutes we just sit there. I feel her muscles twitch every now and then. Her head rests on my shoulder as I caress her body under her dress. She kisses me on the cheek quickly.

I catch her smiling and satisfied. We look at each other, acknowledging what just happened. We both understood that our relationship has just changed for ever. And for the better maybe.

The rumbling comes to a stop. “Made it! Finally here, everyone!” Dad announces. The cottage towers over our car. The other relatives we’re already inside, moving about.

Perfect timing. Me and my sister get out of the car as quickly and discretely as possible while trying to hide the mess we made on each other. I cover up as much as I can.

My sister sprints to the cottage, “Gotta use the bathroom! Full bladder!” she announces to everybody. I watch her legs and her ass.

My thought immediately went to what will happen in the next few days. Me and my sister are sharing rooms.

That weekend me and my sister explored this new thing we had going on. There were a few hickups during the stay since there were a lot of relatives there. But sorry guys that was the first part. I ran out of time, I’m supposed to be up early tomorrow. But I’ll try to continue soon.

***** Hello again ALL!! I do apologize for the huge absence, and delay with chapter 4. I was not feeling too good. (Nothing to do with the current events, I am safe and healthy) I will state two important things before we go on again:

1)      My intention is to make these stories “rapid fire” of the top of my head style, so this means that it will have many mistakes and errors, I will not be going over them before posting. This allows me to keep it flowing (when I am not away from the blog).

2)      If you like my writings, and want more, the best way to motivate me is by writing to me about it. Pest me and bother me, and tell me how much you like it and want more! Damn I am an validation seeking slut for sure. Likes are nice, but comments and DMs are the best! So more love from you equals more and more consistent content. DON’T BE SHY!

OK! Now back to the damn lurid affairs of our sexy mommy Lynn! Short synopsis –

Lynn is married and bored of her sex life, she starts craving women, and specifically young women. After disciplining her cute daughter Lilly, she becomes enthralled with dirty fantasies about the pretty young Lilly, such a dirty mommy!! She is very confused by this, and found a way to vent her desires that are relatively safe. (She is cheating on her hubby, but she at least is not having sex with a minor, and not committing incest) She finds Rebecca, a near complete doppelganger of Lilly, only a bit older. She hires her as a babysitter and helper, but she needs neither, it’s a cover to allow her to have her as her lover.

This goes on for a while, she starts asking to roleplay, Rebecca as Lilly. This is exciting for both. Rebecca offers to add Lilly to the mix, this scares Lynn, she wants to so bad, but can never allow it. Things get more complicated when she is discovered making love to Rebecca by Amber, Lillys BFF. Lynn takes Amber to a private chat to convince her to stay quiet about the discovery. Lynn does convince her, but she also ended up passionately making out with the young girl, in a very sexual way.

Lynn seems to get herself drenched deeper and deeper into depravity, how low shall she sink?! Lets find out!!!!! ************

Chapter 4

I woke up late, the house was empty now, and the coffee was cold by now, I was sure. I allowed myself to oversleep after Joe told me Karen offered to drive Lilly to school, as a thank you for yesterday. So it was late morning now, and I was still feeling groggy , from oversleeping? From masturbating half the night? Or from the events of the day prior, I was not sure, most likely all of them combined.

Did I just make out with sweet little amber?! I literally saw her grow up before my eyes! And damn she has grown up hasn’t she? I was musing while slowly fondling the edge of my mug in a semi aroused manner. I was becoming, oh too aware of the tingle appearing between my crossed thighs, I moaned in frustration and longing, while I puffed on the hot liquid, to cool it after reheating it. What the hell is wrong with you woman?! I snapped out of the dirty daydreaming. I sipped some old coffee, the taste was enough to keep my mind occupied on it and not my lurid thoughts.

A bit Later that day, while doing some errands, I got a text from Lilly, she was asking permission to go to a friend after school, thank god it was not at Ambers, I would have been conflicted if it was. DAMN! I was already affecting Lilly’s life with my damn depravity. I told Lilly it was ok, while adding the obligatory caveats, make sure you guys do you school work, behave and listen to the parents yada yada yada… I was glad to have her out of the house for a while. I was contemplating canceling today with Rebecca, but she sent me a naughty photo of herself, which turned me on immensely. She was such a sexy little thing, and the thought of having her to myself today was getting me really wet, I guess no cancelling my sweet Rebecca. Damn I need to be able to control myself better, I thought as I was next in line to some mundane thing I was doing. It was at the same time awkward and embarrassing to be outside in public, while being so aroused at the same time. It felt like I had a secret that no one could see yet, but I could be discovered at any second, with the wrong gesture or look. I even allowed myself to flirt with a lovely clerk, she was young, maybe a bit older than Rebecca. She was very shy, but I loved that, and I complimented her on her looks, and she was blushing like hell. I enjoying making her react like that.   The rest of my time out the house I was acting like the most disgusting guys, ogling and staring at cuties passing by me. Biting my lips, and lowering my shades. I was caught once by an older lady, the look she gave me was very disapproving, but I just smiled at her, and even gave a knowing glance and cute wave of my hand, she huffed and turned away, I giggled to myself. Damn I’m like a school girl again! I decided to go to a lingerie and buy something nice for my afternoon with sexy Rebecca. It was so exhilarating to do this for her. I have worn sexy lingerie with her before, in fact many times. But this time I was going out to buy something to wear just for her, my young lover. Until this day it was always for a boyfriend or my hubby (in hopes of getting him to perform a bit better in bed with me), this time it was for a young woman, the one I have been fucking behind my husband’s back. The thought of that had my pussy dripping.

I also made sure to go to the hair dresser, and do my nails, it wasn’t planned or that needed even, but it felt good to do it for her. Once I was done with my errands, I decided to get ready for my date with Rebecca, I had a long time to myself to groom to perfection, doing my legs and pussy, making sure I am smooth all over. Took a long bath, making sure to cover my body with moisturizers after. I also made my bedroom super romantic, with candles and music. I put on my outfit just before Rebecca was about to arrive, I checked myself out in the mirror I was wearing a dark red sheer material. It was a two piece, with large red ribbons holding each piece together. The braw was held by one between my breasts, and there were two holding my panties on both sides of my hips. To complete the look, I had fishnet dark red stockings, and black stiletto, “fuck me” shoes. My hair was done to perfection, and my lipstick and nails matched the color of my outfit. I looked like a present you would need to unwrap.

Just then I heard I knock on my door, it must be her! Half my day has been dedicated to preparing myself for my teen lover, and through out that time my pussy has been pulsing and aching to be touched, but I denied myself anything more than contact between my two thighs, or sitting down in a certain angle to tease myself even more. It was all in anticipation for this very moment. I giddily pranced to the door, and swung it open, and did a sexy pose on the edge of the door, like I have seen some actress do on TV, we had a large patio in front with a lot of cover, so I was not too afraid to show off like that. I was showing off my body, pushing my chest out, and ass as well, one foot raising and bent a bit up towards my ass, holding the door from both sides and leaning on it for support. I had my bedroom eyes on, and made a sultry voice 

“Hi lov….”

I locked eyes with Rebecca who had a HUGE grin on her face, at first I was very proud of making her so joyful with my display, but then I heard a gasp, it was a voice not emanating from Rebecca, it was beside her. The voice was one she knew, it was young and a bit shrill in shock and awe. NO! It can’t be!!! NO! NO! I didn’t dare look… I knew already who it was… but I held myself for a fraction of a second, hoping it’s not true. As if I could wish reality away with sheer will. When I gazed down towards the source of the voice, it was to see if my wish was somehow going to defy logic and come true, but alas. There she was, her blonde hair and deep blue eyes, Amber had her hand on her gaping surprised mouth. She was standing right next to Rebecca, who was now trying to stifle her huge smile of utter amusement.

I shut the door behind me, and leaned my back against it. My horror will never end will it?! I walked to my robe and put it back on. Meanwhile I was annoyed because I thought they would come in by now. I went back to the door, and let them in, showing off my annoyance. As both girls leisurely sat down in the living room, I pouted to myself. Why did she bring her here? And how?? This ruins the whole afternoon I planned. I stood in front of the two, my arms crossed, I was clearly pissed, but I was a loss for words. I just kept looking back and forth between the two smiling faces. Rebecca still had her hallmark “Shit eating” grin. And amber had a smile of pure bliss, she was now staring at me looking at me like she would at a boy she secretly adores. Each smile was so annoying in its own way, I kept switching between them and just the space behind them. I was going to finally speak to get to the bottom of this cruel joke of Rebecca’s. But she volunteered to start speaking as if she could read my mind.

“I was contacted by Karen yesterday evening, apparently young Amber here loved my tutoring of her and Lilly, helping with their school work yesterday” Rebecca gave a nod at the part that was completely false, saying it a bit with a bit more emphasis.

My reaction was a bit shocked, I looked at Amber, did this little brat just arrange this?? As I stared she give another smile, again as if she could read my thoughts. FUCK! I hated how transparent I was feeling at that moment. Not to mention I was almost naked under my robe, my sexy stockings and “fuck me” shoes, still showing. The thought caused me to cross my legs tighter and cover myself more with the robe, it was not much at all…

“She wanted me to help tutor Amber as well, but did not want to take away time form Lilly, and was hoping to allow her in my… lessons as well, only a couple times a week..” That bitch Karen. Of course she wanted to use Rebecca to get Amber off her hands in the afternoons, and not even approving with me. Such a presumptions, lazy bitch of woman. How did she even get Rebeccas number??

“Apparently miss Amber here…” She turned her head to face the girl and emphasizing the start of sentence “…got my number from Lilly, and had her mom call me” again reading my thoughts, so that explains that. This time I decided to speak up before Rebecca gets another chance to read me.

“And why the FU…” I stopped myself, rephrasing “And why the HECK…” Amber giggled at that “…did you agree to it, REBECCA?!” I mouthed her name with obvious annoyance and anger.

“Well Mrs. Fischer…” She was clearly enjoying this “…seeing as you Amber here seemed to have started something very special here, I felt obligated…” she paused just to smile, no smirk. I hated her grin so much at that moment “…obligated to help young Amber here have a way to have more… Lessons with you Mrs Fischer” She was now looking straight at me with a knowing gaze, piercing right through me. I recoiled slightly, knowing exactly what she was suggesting, and I recalled in shame what I have done with the girl. This caused my anger to subside a bit. She was doing this for me. So in her way Rebecca seemed to want to do this for me, just as I had spent half a day prepping for her. It was very cute in a way. It made my heart swell a bit. She was still being a brat about it though which restocked the fires of my anger. “NO.” I sat straight, using my authoritarian mother tone

“No way, this is not going to happen, we are going to call Karen…” I stood up to grab my phone “… She is going to come pick you up sweety, and we will tell her the deal with Rebecca is off”

the two girls did not try to stop me, there was ringing, I awkwardly stood there with a ringing phone, and a worried look

“I am sure Rebecca can find a goo replacement as a tutor…” ringing died and I got the voicemail “That fuckin… bitch” I muttered under my breath as I redialed. The two were smiling again this time looking at each other as well. As if they were sharing a laugh at my expense.

I did not realize it but my robe was now open again, and I was showing off my sexy outfit, and I caught Rebecca, staring with lust, unashamed. Amber was too but she jerked her head back down when I caught her staring. Damn she was cute. I closed the robe again as I sat back down. So typical of Karen to not answer, she must know I would be pissed. She has no clue for what reason though, that thought alone made me want to defile her girl in revenge. I could just give in to my dirty desires and make her darling little angel the most pussy loving slut the world has ever seen, that would show that bitch Karen. The thought was so amusing a smile crept on my face.

Rebecca noticed and pounced on the opportunity “OH! Looks like Mrs Fischer is cool with it now Amber!!” she signaled to the girl “YAYYY!!!!” they both cheered “Let’s give her a big hug” Rebecca offered to Amber, without my consent, the fucking brat! They both got up and hugged me, I protested but let them. It was a guilty pleasure almost to have them embrace me like that. It has been such a whirlwind of emotions the last two days. It felt so good to feel held. I relaxed a bit enjoying myself, when they both broke of, I was feeling a bit better, but still very anxious.

They both sat back down on the couch in front of me. I now had enough mental capacity to notice what they are both wearing. Rebecca had sexy “rocker girl” style, with a retro band t-shirt that was loosely fitting and sleeves cut off, showing the strap of her dark colored bra straps, low cut slip fitting jeans, that really showed off her long sexy legs and cute tight ass. She also had heeled boots, that were a bit more similar in style to high heels, but with much wider heels. Amber had low cut suspender “shorts”, the top was like regular denim suspenders, but the bottom part was like cutoff shorts, they were slip fitting and really showed of her supple thighs. She had some matching color sneakers with no socks, and a white, short sleeved shirt under the suspenders, you could tell she was starting to fill in her chest area even with all the layers. 

The two were quite juxtaposed in their figures. Rebecca was taller and more slender, you could tell she was a woman, a young one, but a woman. Amber was very much still a developing young woman, she was filling up very nicely, you could tell she will have that full hour glass shape her mother had. Even more so even, her mother had a great chest but a smaller bottom. Amber seemed “thicker” on the bottom, even though she was not close to being overweight. Rebbecca had Lillys narrow face and smooth straight hair, her beauty was sharp and elegant, and showed little “baby fat”. Amber had an all American girl kind of beauty, in some cases it would even feel too normal, but thick blond hair, and prominent jaw, framed her face in a way that gave it an edginess. The closest I could come to a comparison was a more voluptuous of Chloë Grace Moretz, or at least as voluptuous as a young teen like her can be.

“I was talking to Amber on the way over, about your lesson from yesterday” Rebecca steered the conversation casually, leaning one elbow on the sofas, back with her head leaning on her hand.

I looked at Amber with a betrayed look, trying to remind her of our “agreement”. She shied her head down, acknowledging my meaning. God… I thought, I am really trusting secrets with a kid aren’t I?! I must be the crazy one, in fact I often thought that way, after orgasming to my naughty thoughts.

“And it sounded like a lot of fun, but a tad too short” Rebecca continued, with a sly smile.  “I was thinking, sweet Amber here, would maybe like to pick up from where you two left off” Rebecca suggested

“Now listen here, Becca, I told Amber here, that I MIGHT consider, giving more lesson. I certainly meant that, I am not at all sure that this even remotely appropriate” It came so natural to voice myself with authority

Rebecca was now crossing her arms, and looking at me incredulously “Fine. Be that way MRS. FISHER” she made sure to sound it as mocking as possible, the bitch…

“Me and Amber will continue without you” Amber took note of that, by snapping her head towards Rebecca in excitement. Before I could protest Rebecca closed in on Amber and started kissing her neck on the side further from me. Amber did not resist at all, she now was turned more towards the assaulting young woman, and had her head tilted towards me. Her face was a mix of surprised horror, and her face was red which emphasized the mix of embarrassment and pleasure her expression was showing.

After a fraction of a second, Rebecca used her hand to tilt the girl even more into her, while keeping on her oral assault, she crept up to Ambers jaw, then cheek. Rebecca’s eyes were now visible, she stared straight at me. While seducing the cute blonde girl, both defying me and challenging me to resist her. I couldn’t, she was magnificent, and her dark green eyes popped out even more with her black outliner.  She gave me a smile between two long licks along the girl’s neck, the young thing moaned, more squeaked at the attention the beauty was giving her.

Rebecca was nowhere near as conflicted as I was, when I made out with the girl. And making out she was, she held Amber’s hair from the back as she now was kissing her slightly open mouth, moving and manipulating the young blonde’s head as need to access any angle she pleased. At first Amber was simply compliant with Rebecca’s assault, but she was now starting to reciprocate with her own kissing. Rebecca made it easy for the girl, allowing her to explore when she showed the will. Rebecca even teased her by retreating back a bit on one of Ambers attempts, she smiled as the cute blonde seemed confused at how to proceed. Rebecca smiled in amusement at her, turned to me and told me how cute she was and giggled. She returned to assaulting ambers face with her mouth too soon for me to reply. I was very aroused, no two ways to look at it. I was some damned turned on, and I hated Rebecca for doing this, to me, to poor Amber… Poor Amber?! She was now moaning and giggling, she was having a blast!! Speaking of… Rebecca was now also mounting the girl on her lap, so that they now embracing, their hips closer together as their bodies shifted and turned with each spurt of lip locking and tongues exploring. Rebecca went so far as to start and pet Ambers filling breasts from the side, this caused the girl to giggle and kiss back passionately. I had to stop this madness when Rebecca unbuttoned one of Amber’s suspender straps, and let it fall loose, so she could have better access to her soft perky breast. She had her hand on her young chest when I got up and said the enough is enough, and pulled amber out of her embrace and sat her down on the opposite couch where I was sitting. 

“That’s enough Rebecca!” I pointed at her “If you are going to defy me AND try these thing with this young girl, you are sadly mistaken. In fact I think its best you leave right now” I was dead serious. She was going way too far.

Rebecca seemed only amused though, she stood up next to me “You are so right Mrs Fischer, I was being so bad…” she was playing her games again “… I am so sorry, I promise I will behave now” She hugged me, and kept repeating    I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I promise ill stop. She also did the annoying overly loving hugging and swinging thing girls did with their parents to get what they wanted, and I was so hating that it was working.

She also leaned forward which caused our embraced tangle to crash softly back to sitting on the couch. She let go of me in time to allow me to brace myself and not hurt myself or Amber while landing. She laughed and giggled, still having a blast. Sigh… Why does she have to piss me off like this?!

I must have been showing my emotions again, because Rebecca started again

“Awww, is Mrs Fischer angry again?!” she said teasingly while playing with my hair, she was leaning on the back of the couch again. I had my legs crossed and arms too, leaning a bit away from her.

I tried to ignore her, I needed to end this crazy bullshit, and was losing my patience. I was trying to think of a way to get her to stop with the games when she continued.

“I am sorry we made you jealous Mrs Fischer, we were trying to make you feel better, I know how to make you feel better” she ended with a sultry tone as she leaned in and kissed my exposed neck softly, woooooow it felt so good… I still instinctively pushed her off with my shoulder. She leaned in closer now holding me with both arms, one still rested on the back of the couch, the other reaching around to my neck, and leaned in and kissed my cheek softly.

“You are so pretty in this outfit Mrs Fisher, I can’t help myself from wanting to touch you” she kissed me on the neck “and kiss you” she kissed me on the cheek closer to my lips. Despite my anger, she was getting to me. I was so worked up in anticipation, thinking of our date for half a day, enjoying my own arousal, denying myself any form of release. And watching the two make out, and now Rebecca seducing me like she knows so well how to do. I was doomed.

Rebecca kept at it, she smooth talked me, and continued seducing me with her small quick kisses over my shoulder, my neck, my chin, my cheek, the back of my ear. She told me how nice my hair smelled, she went down to my chest still looking at me, she mentioned how she loved the bows and asked if she could unwrap me. This was all going exactly like she wanted, I was so horny already and now I was heating up again so quickly. My anger was quickly subsiding being replaced by lust.

Rebecca had no trouble starting to make out with me, I was not a bit shy about it, us doing this right in front of Amber. In fact, I did not even remember she was there. I was so engrossed in Rebecca’s seduction. We were kissing more passionately and loudly, our lips smacking with wetness, as Rebecca reached over my exposed skin. My robe was now completely open, and she could use her hand to trace lines across my body. She traced lines with her fingers, lightly grazing and teasing my skin, from shoulder to chest between my breasts, down to my soft tummy, to lining of my panties.

I was moaning and my body was writhing in a wave from shoulder to hips with each of her caresses. I enjoyed her deft treatment immensely, as I continued to let her get away with seducing me in front of the young girl. As Rebecca reached for my crotch I almost exploded in lust. GOD was I ready for sex! I felt my wetness leave my pussy, knowing it will start showing soon. I uncrossed my legs instinctively, and was also bucking to her touch with my hips, and not very slightly. I was moaning into her mouth, that was still kissing mine. We were very close lovers by now, so it felt very familiar, and the kissing was very slow and knowing. Each of us knew how long to let the other act, just as the other took the lead. The use of tongue, when to lick, when to suck a lip. Good she was so fucking good.

As Rebecca reached for under my panties, I reacted (to my surprise) appropriately and grabbed her hand to stop her from reaching in, and used all my might to peel off of her face. “No we can’t…” I gestured to Amber with my head, and then turned to her and smiled awkwardly, this was so embarrassing, and how could I lose control like this again next to her. I have failed her so much already, and now I have done it again.

“You’re right baby, we should not got too far” Rebecca seemed genuine, or at least… damn I could not tell with her sometimes

“I don’t mind at all Mrs Fischer, I think it was so awesome watching you, and Becca… ” She blushed

This in turn caused me to blush in embarrassment as well. Damn me and damn Rebecca to hell!! Getting us in trouble when we could have the best time today, just the two of us. And fuck I was still so turned on. I needed to get rid of Amber, so I could fuck Rebecca into oblivion. Maybe if Rebecca took Amber home, we could still have plenty of time to cum multiple times, until Joe or Lilly return.

I was about to tell Rebecca just that, as she recommitted her assault, again mentioning how irresistible I looked in my outfit. She was back to kissing and touching, and it was so quick, I did not have time to resist before she had me moaning and writhing again. I was gain lost in lust when I thought I noticed Rebecca stopping for a moment, and I thought I saw her looking at Amber for a moment. But before I could look at the girl to confirm, Rebecca held my face and pulled me back to kissing her. It was not long before I was lost in my lust again, and Rebecca was touching me ALL over. It also felt like she was at several places at once, she was like a magician. And I was really losing it now, I was not sure I would be able to stop her like I did before. It was just too much, besides it’s not like Amber hasn’t caught us already…

Even in my semi love crazed state, and fully enjoying the attention, my eyes closed, taking it ALL in.  I could sense something odd in Rebecca’s touching. It felt like several minutes though before I really became suspicious, I opened my eyes to see that indeed more than two hands were on me, in fact there were now three. Rebecca still held me with the arm resting on the couch, the other playing with my pussy. The third was Ambers, she was smiling as she used her hand to explore all of my body, my chest and tummy, and thighs. She seemed to really be enjoying herself.

God NO!!! I just moaned though. It was so erotic. I begged my mind to stop this. But I could not. I tried to ignore the pleasure, to stop this, but me body would not react. When I tried to protest I just moaned, as another stroke of Rebecca’s palms caressed my now leaking pussy. I tried to say no, when all that came out was a N sounding groan “Nnnnnnn” of pleasure escaped my mouth, and threw back my head and closed my eyes in ecstasy, as Amber kissed the side of my semi clothed boob. God she was so pretty. And it was so delightfully wrong. I was so stubborn, I still internally fought it each time I reopened my eyes.

Each time I reopened my eyes, it was to witness Amber reaching for a new sexual mile stone. Kissing a woman’s clothed breast, kissing the top of her exposed breast “Oh god amber no bab…” again closing my eyes and rocking my head back as she joined her hand to Rebecca’s hand on top of my panties. The first time she felt up a woman’s semi clothed crotch. The fabric was so shear, she might as well be touching my very aroused pussy. Oh god! I was letting Amber touch my pussy. I wish I could be stronger, and stop her. But I can’t

“Ahhhhhh” I was very close to cumming, I now looked at amber and held Rebecca tightly “I am so close dear…” I begged her, she looked at me intently, she had the same sexual look about her she had when I made out with her. She was a mix of curiosity, amazement, girly lust, and utter beauty and perfection.  She must sense something was happening but did not dear speak. She did keep on stroking me. I noticed Rebecca stopped touching me, she was still holding me and kissing me, and now touching my breasts. I looked at her in protest, Amber was still rubbing though now, upping her pace as if to account for Rebecca stopping.

I looked back at Amber now, as a wave of intense pleasure hit again, I was so close “Please dear, Ohhhh…. Amber…”  She was getting good at touching my pussy “God baby don’t stop baby! Please please, please don’t stop!” I begged her

“Yes Mrs Fischer” Her voice was still cute as ever, but also full of lust, she kept touching me, she was close enough so I could kiss her lips, and I did, like I would kiss Rebecca when she was close to making me cum.

“Oh Lynn! is Amber about to make you cum?!” she paused from kissing me, as she was witnessing another first for the young girl.

“Go on Amber keep going, you are going to make her cum for you, keep playing with Mrs Fischer hungry pussy” And boy did she, and I responded by thrusting into her small hand, I was now lost, I knew I was about cum now, and needed release, I used Ambers hand without shame or doubt, each thrust leading me closer to the edge. All the while I exchanged between kissing her sweet lips and begging her not to stop.

Just as I knew I had only a few thrusts to get there Ambers said the perfect words

“Please Mrs Fischer, Please cum for me…” She asked with her sweet, angelic voice

And I came.

I came SO FUCKING HARD! And I was yelling

“Oh amber YESSSSSS!!!” my hand was on hers noting letting her go, and my pussy west dripping out, what felt like unholy amounts of wetness, though the panties and on to our hands. The orgasm was intense but also very… slow??? It was like time was stopping but not, because more waves were coming, I had time to notice how I was fouling up her sweet innocent palm with my secretions, which only served to make the next wave to crash even harder than before.

When I finally started coming down from my climax (which felt like it would never end) I lovingly started kissing her sweet full lips. I let go of her hand to place it on the side of her face embracing her like I would a lover. She did the same to me, and I felt my wetness, now on my cheek, I smiled and instinctively let go of her face and grabbed Ambers hand to guide her dirty hand to my mouth. I started cleaning myself of her, while keeping my eyes locked with hers. She was mesmerized by it. She giggled, but it was broken by a slight moan of lust. I had her cleaned for the most part, so I returned to kissing her.

We must have been kissing now for a while, because Rebecca fake coughed several times, until I took notice of her attempts to get out attention. I smiled with afterglow bliss, and a tad of self-awareness at ignoring her for, what seemed like, so long. I kissed her lovingly on the cheek, and then also Amber. I was so satisfied, and so serene and at peace. Still feeling small waves of pleasure wash over me, albeit at slower increments. Damn that was so intense, I was thinking if there was ever a time I came so hard.

“That was so erotic to watch Lynn, Amber you did so well, you gave Mrs Fischer and orgasm, do you know what that is?” Rebecca was engaging with Amber, with me still in the middle, hearing them talk as if I was not part of the conversation.  I was still very out of it, but Rebecca using my last name, was flashing a bit of reality back into my conciseness. Oh Oooo, I think I may have fucked up. But damn I still felt so good, it was hard to stay in reality for too long.

“Yes, its when… I woma… I a person, is.. is very aroused, and the man ejaculates, and the woma… the girl she…” she was clearly trying to look grown up and mature, but she could not sound more like a girl at that moment.

“Well dear…” Rebecca interrupted  “…I think it is something harder to explain for women, but I am sure me and Mrs Fischer can help you with that, sweet Amber”

I turned to Rebecca again, in mild shock, still semi high from one of the best orgasms in my life. Oh god I thought, as I saw Rebecca’s sly smile, what have I gotten myself into. F! M! L!

Right TF here

Listen I love sub boys but why we gotta treat them like delicate precious flowers who are smol and cute (which they very well may be)? Where’s my sub boys who can pick me up and throw me around but don’t because I said they couldn’t. Where are the boys who strain at their heavy chains to try and touch me because they want me so much, but will be as gentle as a kitten if I tell them to be.

This is how I want to be for my future wife. Plugged, caged, and dressed up just for her.

The last goodbye

Gif by Eran Mendel

Yes

Making Time

A GFD story by LadyMWrites

Summary: A female-led couple gets back into the rhythm of things after a brief drought.

She swam back into consciousness with a rough moan, and stretched. The other side of the bed was empty. She rubbed her eyes and listened for the shower. He had a morning meeting. He said it into her hair last night, as they watched some silly show in bed, all tangled up in each other.

She smiled into her pillow. They were both busy people, and lately it was a rare treat to just … exist together. She missed just sitting around in sweats and making him laugh, or roll his eyes at the sarcastic wit she had honed just for him.

She missed his laughter. He laughed with his whole body, curling into himself and bouncing when something tickled him. It was a vision.

She rolled on her side and stared out the window. How long had it been, since they had a day to themselves? Weeks, maybe. Possible over a month. In any case, way too long, even if they went to sleep together every night, and fucked often enough to avoid madness. But it was like fast food - it was the facsimile of intimacy, since it was done quick and on the brink of exhaustion, underneath the sheets.

She got out of bed and went the bathroom in the hallway to relieve herself.

When was the last time she … played with him? Made him tremble, whimper, beg for release? She sighed and wiped herself. They needed time for her to do it - time neither of them had lately.

She stared at herself in the mirror, and smiled at the interlocking red rings on her neck. He liked to suck the taut skin of her neck sometimes, just because. It soothed him, and she let him do it last night. She washed her face and rinsed the sleep bitterness out of her mouth, and went over her schedule.

Traffic. Meeting. Meeting. Traffic. Yoga. Traffic. Theater. Traffic…

She walked back into the bedroom. The shower was off, but he was still locked in the bathroom. She chuckled. He took longer than her to get ready, most days. It didn’t really bother her, though. He was beautiful.

She sat down on the bed and resisted the urge to crawl underneath the sheets. She needed to brush, and wash. And dress. And be an adult, until late that night. She groaned and fell back. She wanted coffee, his lush company, and the free hours to enjoy it. She wanted herself back.

He opened the door and walked quickly to the bureau. Steam curled up to the ceiling, scented with his aftershave. He always forgot to turn on the bathroom fan. He was already dressed and blowdried, but barefoot. She sat up to stare at him as he rummaged for a belt. His dress shirt wasn’t tucked in, or buttoned all the way, giving her a tantalizing peek of chest and belly. A whistle escaped her pursed lips.

He froze and turned to look at her.

“Morning, gorgeous,” she said, rolling on her stomach. Her eyes moved up his body.

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