Mother Still Knows Best- Chapters 9&10

This story is a sequel to Mother Knows Best. Read Chapters 1&2 here,

Chapter 9

Lexi got on her hands and knees on the bed, just as we had started the fuckfest.  “Go easy, Shane,” she said quietly, “you’re huge.”

“Nonsense,” I heard Crystal say, “you should’ve learned from last time, baby. You should’ve been practicing that with the dildo.”  As if reminded, she pulled the dildo out of her ass.  “Go on, Shane, ruin her ass like she just ruined mine.”

I wanted to go easy on Lexi, I really did- but my cock was hard, and her mom’s voice was in my head egging me on.  Crystal spit all over my cock and her daughter’s ass, ensuring that I had enough lube not to hurt her.  I lined the head of my cock up against her tightest hole, and tried to ease it in.  Given the size of my cock, her ass resisted me- until it didn’t.

I finally slid past her resistance.  I should’ve kept easing, but it felt so fucking good that I thrusted.  Lexi screamed, but I distinctly heard pleasure in it.  “Shane, you’re huge,” she repeated, her tone grateful.

I thrusted as deep as I could, pressing my hips into hers so that my entire nine inches was buried in her ass.  It felt unreal.  She clenched around me, her ass giving more resistance than even her tight pussy.  I knew I wouldn’t last long.   

I fucked Lexi’s ass with regular, deliberate strokes.  Her mom kept encouraging me to go faster, harder- so I did.  I fucked her until she screamed.  Her mom grabbed her by the hair, telling her to take it, and spitting in her face where she promised my cum would soon follow.

As soon as Crystal talked about my cum, I could feel it in my balls- hot and ready to be freed.  I slowed my pace, wanting to fuck Lexi’s ass for as long as I could before unloading.  She was backing up into me, hungry for more- so I gave it to her.

“Lexi, I’m gonna cum,” I said as I thrusted hard.  “I can’t keep this pace up Lexi, you’re too tight.  I’m gonna fill your ass with cum,” I said, somewhere between pleading and warning.   

“I know, baby, I want it,” Lexi said reassuringly, and I could feel it coming.

“Not so fast,” Crystal said, pushing me away from her daughter.  I moaned loudly at the edging; my cock was so close to cumming that it hurt to be forced out of Lexi’s ass.  

“Crystal, what the fuck?!” I said with exasperation. 

Crystal feigned innocence, absently stroking her pussy as she spoke.  “You’ve been saying since you got her how much you want to cum on her face,” she said with a smile, “I was only helping.”

I smiled then, reminded of how much I had fantasized about blowing all over Lexi’s face.  To her credit, she eagerly licked her lips as she stood up from the bed.  “Thanks, mom,” she said as she approached me, getting on her knees, “that’s exactly where I want it.”

Chapter 10

I looked down at Lexi, who was eyeing up my cock.  She wrapped her hand around me, stroking gently.  She spit on me, and so did her mom- they kept going until it was dripping down Lexi’s arm.

“I think he’s ready, baby- make him cum,” Crystal said, looping her arms through mine and holding them behind my back.  “We’re going to paint my little girl’s face,” she purred into my ear so that only I could hear, “even more so than last time.  I know you’ve been holding back all night, Shane, don’t disappoint me.  I want her covered,” she said, holding my arms tight.

I looked down, totally at the mercy of mother and daughter.  Lexi’s fist closed around my cock, gripping it hard as she started to tug. 

Lexi was ferocious; she stroked my cock- the cock that had been in all of her holes, and her mother’s- with reckless abandon.  “That’s it, baby, I want your cum all over my face,” she encouraged.

“Make sure it’s wet, baby, there should be spit flying with every stroke,” Crystal encouraged.  Lexi spit on my cock again, following mother’s orders.  

“It’s coming, mom!” she exclaimed; I knew she was right.

Lexi gripped my balls, rolling them between her fingers as she frantically stroked me.  “Make a mess of her,” Crystal whispered in my hear, tightening her grip on my arms.   

And I did.

My cock exploded, Crystal’s words still in my ear.  Lexi was ready for it; she no doubt could feel my balls tighten just before the first rope hit her in the face.  My cum was a steady stream for what felt like hours; the hot, sticky mess was all over Lexi’s face and hair by the time I was done. I think I even saw some hit the wall behind her.

She stroked me continually throughout my orgasm, completely overwhelming my senses.  I melted into her mother’s hold, now unsure of whether I was holding myself up or if she was.  My cock twitched as my body convulsed, throwing ropes at Lexi’s forehead, nose, chin, tits, and hair.  

I was vaguely aware of Crystal’s instruction for Lexi to open her mouth, so I aimed some cum there too.  

When I was finally done, I looked down at my cum-soaked girlfriend.  She knelt before me, her eyes closed as cum dripped down her face.  Her mother bent down to her and began licking the cum from her cheeks, running a finger along her mouth to open it so that she could feed some to her.

Mother and daughter lapped up my seed enthusiastically as I watched, the afterglow of my orgasm starting to wash over me.  Crystal grabbed her miniscule shirt, and used it to wipe the rest of the cum from Lexi’s face.  She stood, leaving her daughter kneeling on the floor in front of me.

“If you two don’t hurry, you’re going to miss your movie,” she said, as if nothing had happened- as if she was clothed, and didn’t have a belly full of her daughter’s boyfriend’s cum.

“Oh, and Lexi? Don’t wash your face before the movie- I dare you.”

With that, Crystal left the room, hips swaying as she closed the door.

I looked at Lexi, who was already getting dressed.  She threw my shirt at me as she stepped into her short skirt- still no panties.

“We’d better get going, or we’ll miss the movie- mom’s right.”

She always is. 

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Mother Still Knows Best- Chapters 7&8

This story is a sequel to Mother Knows Best. Read Chapters 1&2 here,

Chapter 7

“Looks like it’s my turn,” Crystal said.   

“How do you want me?” I said, still locking eyes with Lexi.  Lexi’s eyes had that post-orgasmic sparkle to them, and I was head over heels in love knowing that I had given it to her.

“Lay on the bed, Shane,” Crystal ordered.  She was back in charge, and I was happy to oblige.  It appeared that Lexi was too, as she dreamily got out of the way and stood beside her mother.  

Crystal put her arm around Lexi, kissing her deeply before both women turned to look at me.  I could feel their eyes on me, taking in my rock hard nine inches as I laid on the bed with nervous expectancy. 

“Do you think you can take another orgasm, sweetie?” Crystal said to Lexi.  That got my attention.  

Lexi considered.  “I think so.”

“Good,” Crystal purred, “because I want to see if I am as good as Shane.  I am going to ride his cock reverse cowgirl, and you are going to stand in front of me so I can eat your pussy,” she said matter-of-factly.

Neither Lexi nor I argued with her direction.

Crystal perched on top of me with her ass in my face as her hand skillfully guided my rock hard cock inside her.  Her pussy was warm and wet, and I instantly had to refocus on not cumming.  “Come here, baby, hold your lips open for me,” I heard Crystal say, and knew my girlfriend was standing in front of her mother showing her her clit.  

I couldn’t see, because Crystal’s perfect ass was bouncing in my face.  Tough luck.

“You taste so good, baby,” Crystal said as she started to ride me.  Her hips moved up and down on my cock in perfect rhythm to keep me on the edge.  As she started to ride harder I grabbed her ass, partly because it was there and partly in an attempt to slow her rhythm so I didn’t fill her with cum.  I was only partly successful.

Crystal bounced up and down on me hard as she ate her daughter’s pussy; it was as if one was fuel for the other.  I could hear Lexi moaning in front of us, and knew by her tone that she was close to another orgasm.  Crystal was relentless on us both, clearly enjoying being in charge of both of our pleasure.  I had no choose but to enjoy the ride.

Lexi screamed again, and I knew she was cumming.  “Mom, fuck!” she moaned, and folded over her mom as she shuddered.  Lexi looked into my eyes just before hers rolled back in her head.  Her weight was pushing her mom down on my cock, my moans mixing with Lexi’s.

“Good girl,” Crystal purred as Lexi stood.  She stumbled a bit, no doubt on weak knees after her orgasm.  

“Thanks, mom,” she breathed.  “Now it’s definitely your turn.”  Lexi got on the bed beside me, her mom’s back still to us.  “Hold on, Shane- don’t you dare cum inside my mom,” she said with a wink.

Crystal started to ride me again, but this time with Lexi’s hands forcing her down on my cock each time.  Lexi hit her mom’s ass, turning it red.  “Come on mom, ride that cock- harder, faster!” she cheered, her hands biting into her mom’s flesh as she set an impossible pace.

I could feel Crystal’s pussy clench before she moaned; this orgasm was going to be huge.  “That’s it, mom, fuck my boyfriend,” Lexi yelled, the sparkle in her eyes as she looked at me making it clear that she was enjoying the hell out of the moment.

“Don’t stop baby, I’m cumming!” Crystal moaned, her ass bouncing so hard on me that it rippled throughout her curves.  Her pussy clamped down on my cock, and I had to bite my lip and grab Lexi’s wrist to stop from cumming.

Crystal bucked on my cock as she came, her whole body convulsing with each moan.  Lexi let up the pace as I grabbed her wrist, clearly understanding that I couldn’t hold on at that pace any longer.  Crystal’s orgasm was long and hard, her pussy still quivering on my cock as her body relaxed.

“Holy fuck that is a perfect cock,” she breathed as she swung her leg over my body.  My cock was still standing straight up, rock hard and glistening with Crystal’s cum.  “Clean him up, baby,” she said to Lexi, who was all too willing to oblige.

Lexi bent over me, her mom holding her hair back.  She licked my cock gently, knowing how overstimulated I was.  Her tongue swirled around my head, making me dizzy with desire.  She licked me from base to tip, her tongue flitting, swirling, and dragging up my shaft.  It was heaven.

Chapter 8

My hands tousled Lexi’s hair as she licked me, and I knew I had to have her again.  I sat up quickly, the little blood that was outside my cock rushing to my head.  Both women looked at me quizzically, no doubt wondering about my next move.

I put my finger under Lexi’s chin, guiding her lips from my cock onto mine.  I could taste her mom’s cum on her tongue, and kissed her deeply.  Lexi’s mouth was accommodating, her tongue dancing around mine with enthusiasm.  “I need to have you,” I breathed, and pulled her onto me.

Lexi settled onto my cock, her tight pussy struggling to accommodate my girth.  I gave her a minute to adjust, and then grabbed her around the waist and stood up.  She wrapped her legs around me, starting to slowly move with my cock inside her.  She grinded against me, forcing my cock in slow, exquisite circles inside her.

“Go slow, Lexi,” Crystal said from behind me, “he almost lost it inside me.  He must be getting close,” she said, coming to look at me over Lexi’s shoulder.  “Are you, Shane? Are you getting close to soaking my daughter in cum? Don’t lose it inside her, I know you want it on her face,” she taunted me.  

She dipped her fingers into her pussy and forced them into my mouth as Lexi grinded against me.  I sucked them eagerly, cupping Lexi’s ass to hold her onto my cock.  I moved Lexi up against the wall to get more leverage, her mother following us with her cum soaked fingers.  

I slammed Lexi into the wall, her tits dancing in my face as her legs gripped my hips.  I took a nipple in my mouth when her mom’s fingers left it, gently sucking a moan out of my girlfriend.  Crystal was still there, pinching Lexi’s other nipple to turn her moans into screams.  I fucked her as hard as I could against the wall, making her small tits bounce in her mother’s hands.

I brought Lexi back to the bed, laying her down underneath me.  Her legs remained clamped around my hips, her pussy refusing to give up my cock.  Crystal got in front of us, dangling her pussy over her daughter’s face as she put her tits in mine.

 Crystal lowered her pussy onto Lexi’s face, smiling as her daughter started to lick.  I kept fucking Lexi as Crystal pressed her huge tits in my face.  I opened my mouth to suck on her nipple, her moans echoing Lexi’s muffled ones from below.

Lexi eventually taps out, her face glistening with her mom’s juices as she gasps for air.  Crystal had been riding her face hard, leaving Lexi red and exhausted.  “Let’s give her a break, Shane,” Crystal said as she kissed her daughter’s messy face, “use me for a while.”

With that, Crystal stood, flipping me off of Lexi with a surprising burst of strength.  I laid beside Lexi, looking over and holding her hand as she caught her breath.  Crystal mounted me, her breasts hanging in my face as she started to ride.

Lexi and I made eye contact for a bit, both of us completely sex drunk and lost in the moment.  Crystal’s nipples eventually pulled my attention, my lips giving them attention as my hand still held Lexi’s.  She eventually let go of my hand, sitting up as she caught her breath.

I cupped Crystal’s tits as she slid her soaked pussy up and down my cock, guiding one nipple and then the other to my tongue.  I pressed both tits together, sucking on both nipples together and making her squirm.  Crystal cried out and tensed; I assumed that it was because of the nipple stimulation.

“Surprise,” I heard Lexi say from behind her mom.  Crystal looked angry for a moment, but her face melted into pleasure as Lexi got up close.  “Still think my dildo is too small, mother?” Lexi said with a smirk.  She held it in front of her mom’s face, forcing it into her mouth.  It was then that I realized Lexi’s other hand was teasing her mom’s asshole.

“You’d better get it nice and wet, mom,” Lexi said through a smile, “because it’s going in your ass as soon as your mouth is done with it.”

I watched as Crystal spat on the dildo, working up as much spit as she could.  Her pace on my cock slowed as she focused, her nerves clearly seeping in.  In truth I was glad for the reprieve, not cumming is fucking difficult.

Lexi pulled the dildo from her mom’s throat with a pop, bringing a trail of spit across her mom’s cheek.  “Ready mom? Here it comes!” Lexi said, and shoved the dildo into her mom’s willing ass.

I could feel her pussy tighten immediately, the dildo rubbing up against my cock inside her body.  Crystal tensed as Lexi filled her, and then made a concerted effort to relax around the new sensation.  “Do your worst, baby, I can take it,” Crystal said, finally regaining control after her daughter’s surprise.

Crystal rode me hard, her daughter forcing the dildo in and out of her ass in perfect rhythm.  “Yes, baby, wreck me!” Crystal exclaimed, clearly getting off on what must have been a painful pace.  For my part I mostly just laid there, watching mother and daughter in a tug of war between pain and pleasure.  My cock was on its own, being used by Crystal to offset the pain in her ass.

She slid easily up me, and I was just wrapping my head around the new tightness and rhythm when I felt Lexi’s free hand tickle my balls.  “Jesus Lexi, fuck!” I exclaimed in surprise, the new sensation threatening my resolve.  I bucked Crystal off in surprise, my hips trying to protect my cock from exploding.  Lexi was smiling behind Crystal, who to her credit rebounded quickly.  

“Sorry, mom,” she said with artificial sincerity, “but after fucking you in the ass, I need Shane in mine.”

You don’t have to tell me twice.

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Mother Still Knows Best- Chapters 5&6

This story is a sequel to Mother Knows Best. Read Chapters 1&2 here,

Chapter 5

Lexi’s mouth closed around me.  It was softer, more tentative than her mother’s.  She gently sucked the tip of my cock, looking up at me from under her eyelashes.  I could literally feel my knees go week.  “God, Lexi,” I murmured, low enough that her mom couldn’t hear.  The moment was just ours.

Lexi smirked and sucked harder.  “I’m just getting started,” she said, and forced me back into her throat.   She made it more than halfway, but couldn’t take all of my 9 inches.  She squared her shoulders, determination setting in.  Lexi gagged and gagged, stroking my cock with her spit covered hand between attempts.  It was obvious that she had been practicing.

As if reading my mind, Crystal’s voice carried over from somewhere beside us.  “Ooo, looks like someone’s been practicing,” she said with unmistakable pride.  “I bet she’s gagged on her dildo every night in anticipation of this moment,” she said as she gently rubbed her clit.  “Too bad it didn’t quite work- do you need mommy’s help baby?”  Crystal’s tone was patronizing, alarmingly similar to that of her daughter’s moments ago.

“No, I’ll get there,” Lexi said easily, barely breaking her stride.  “It’s a good problem to have- a boyfriend with a cock almost too big to handle,” she said with her mouth half full.  She looked up at me and winked as my cock reached the back of her throat.

Lexi was becoming as spit covered as her mother, and showed no signs of relenting.  All I could think about was not cumming- I never ever wanted this moment to end.  More than that, I really wanted to hold out so that Lexi could achieve her goal.

A gorgeous nipple came into my peripheral view as I realized Crystal was wandering the room.  She reached into Lexi’s bedside table, producing a dildo.  It was about six inches, and bright pink.  “Ah, is this what you’ve been using to practice, baby? This little thing? No wonder you can’t take his full cock- it’s way bigger than your little toy here,” she said, taking the dildo back to her perch on the computer chair.

She moved the chair so that it was directly in my view and sat down, her legs spread over the arms.  She slid the dildo inside her slowly, making eye contact with me as Lexi continued sucking.  It was glistening as she pulled it out and brought it to her mouth.

Crystal licked along the dildo, spit replacing her juices as she went.  She finally put the entire cock in her mouth, easily making it disappear.  “Christ, it isn’t even a challenge,” she scoffed as she pulled it out with a loud popping sound.  “You’ll never get him in if that’s what you’re used to.  You just let mommy know when you’re ready for some help,” Crystal said, idly licking and sucking the dildo before putting it back inside her.

I watched Crystal fuck herself with her daughter’s dildo, beaming with pride as Lexi sucked me off.  The fact that she would practice on a dildo to please me made me smile ear to ear.  I gently ran my fingers through her blonde hair in appreciation.  She looked up at me, a tinge of embarrassment in her eyes.

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” she said defeatedly.  “But mom’s right, it’s too small.  Your cock is way bigger- I am not sure if I can do it,” she said quietly.  Crystal was moaning as she masturbated, paying us little attention.

“You are so sweet,” I said to Lexi, cupping her spit covered chin.  “I love you- and I believe in you.  You can do absolutely anything you set your mind to baby,” I said- and meant it.  “Keep trying- you don’t need her- you can do it on your own.  Do you want me to help?” I asked.

“Yes please,” she said gratefully.  I let go of her chin, guiding my cock back into her mouth.  I let Lexi set the pace, getting back into her rhythm.  I matched her pace, my hands in her hair to apply a little more force behind her head.  We worked gradually together, her mouth inching ever closer to my groin with each thrust.

“Okay baby, you’re almost there,” I moaned, grabbing Crystal’s attention too.  “This is it!”

On her next thrust, I buried my cock in her throat.  I held her head down, forcing the last couple of inches beyond her resistance.  I held her mouth on me, giving Crystal ample time to see her daughter’s feat.  When I let go, Lexi came back coughing and sputtering, spit flying everywhere.  The look of victory was all over her face.

“Atta girl!” her mom exclaimed, clapping.  “Took you long enough- but I am pretty impressed.  It took me a while too,” she allowed, smirking at me.  “Looks like our Shane is more than we bargained for,” Crystal said.

“My Shane,” Lexi corrected with an edge in her voice.   

Chapter 6

Crystal didn’t challenge her, instead opting to change the course.  She sauntered over to Lexi, helping her to stand.  The three of us stood naked and horny, wondering what was coming next.  

Crystal put her arm around her daughter, gently squeezing one of her nipples.  I watched it harden, trying not to explode.  “Since we’ve been so good to you Shane,” she said casually, “don’t you think it’s time that you were good to us?”  She winked conspiringly at Lexi, who smiled ear to ear.

“Yes, I do think you owe us, after we both swallowed all nine inches of you,” she said, teasing her mom’s nipples in return.  The sight of the two of them gently playing with each other while challenging me was enough to make me explode. 

“I just hope you can hold your load long enough to get us both off,” Crystal challenged.  “I know how desperate you are to paint my daughter’s beautiful face.”

“Yes…of…of course,” I say lamely, too distracted by the gorgeous women in front of me to focus on words.  Lexi’s slim figure against her mother’s curves gave me way too many places to look.  Mother and daughter kissed, clearly in an effort to drive me completely insane.

“Well then,” Lexi said, breaking free of her mother’s kiss, “which one of us are you going to fuck first?”

It was like choosing between my two favourite desserts.  I looked at Lexi, all innocence and desire, and then at her mother- hardened skill and temptation.  “I want you both,” I said, a scene playing out in front of me, “hands and knees, on the bed.”

Both women obeyed, presenting their asses to me as they knelt on the bed.  I so badly wanted to wreck both holes, but decided to start with pussy.  I angled up behind Lexi, landing a swift slap on her mom’s much larger ass.  Crystal shivered, waving her ass as if to taunt me.

I rode my newfound dominance right into Lexi; I teased her dripping pussy with my cock just long enough to slap her mother’s ass, and then buried all nine inches in her tight hole.  Lexi cried out- I realize I should’ve gone easier, but I was too pent up to care.  Her scream became a moan with my next thrust, her body relaxing around my cock.  

Crystal’s ass was still waving, so I slapped it a few more times for good measure.  Each slap left a handprint after it rippled through her body. I timed the slaps to align with my thrusts into Lexi, my balls on Lexi echoing my hand on Crystal.  All three of us were moaning in ecstasy, completely lost in the moment.

I could see Crystal’s pussy glistening as I slapped her ass, and knew I had to get inside it.  I reached two fingers into her hole, curling my fingers inside her.  She was slippery, and tasted salty as I put my fingers into my mouth.  I pulled out of Lexi and drove my cock into her mom, grabbing a handful of Lexi’s much smaller ass as I did so.  Lexi flipped over, spreading her legs to show me her bare pussy.

I slid two fingers into her, timing my thrusts with my cock so both mother and daughter were moaning at the same time.  Lexi’s small tits bounced, her hands cupping one of hers and one of her mother’s as they dangled beside her.  Lexi pinched Crystal’s nipple hard, and I felt her muscles contract around my cock.  I almost lost it.

I pulled out of Crystal before I could cum, standing up straight to survey both women.  I needed to taste Lexi’s pussy.  As if reading my mind, Crystal got off the bed and licked her daughter’s pussy once.  “She tastes so fucking good, Shane, you have to get in here.”

I bent over Lexi as Crystal held her lips open.  My tongue danced around her clit, and she moaned loudly.  “What a talented tongue,” Crystal said appreciatively.  She held Lexi open a little longer as I licked, and then moved down to my cock.  Crystal sucked me with her practiced efficiency as I ate her daughter’s pussy.  My attention was split between pleasing my girlfriend and not blowing my load all over her mother’s face.

“Shane! I’m gonna cum!” Lexi screamed, pulling my attention fully back to her.  Crystal’s sucking and gagging became background noise as I focused on Lexi’s swollen clit.  My tongue circled around it before my mouth started to suck, tongue flicking it regularly.  Lexi’s entire body tensed, and she screamed as she let go.  I thrust two fingers into her pussy, delighting in the rush of wetness that I felt as her body convulsed.  Lexi’s body tensed around me, my tongue mercilessly stimulating her clit until she began to shiver.  Her body relaxed as I gently licked her, waiting for her to come down.

“Christ that was hot,” Crystal said appreciatively, her hand stroking my cock.  I didn’t even realize she had stop sucking me to watch her daughter cum.  Lexi sat up, her expression a mixture of sheepishness and elation.  

“Yes, it was,” she said, running her fingers through my hair appreciatively.  I felt like king of the world.

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Mother Still Knows Best- Chapters 3&4

This story is a sequel to Mother Knows Best. Read Chapters 1&2 here,

Chapter 3

Lexi and I locked eyes just as Crystal swallowed me yet again.  Crystal’s back was to her daughter, so she didn’t realize that we were being watched.  I swallowed hard- almost as hard as Crystal on my cock.  Lexi stood there staring, her hand on her slender hip.  She was wearing a miniskirt and skintight tank top, her long legs distracting me from her gorgeous tits.  Her expression was totally unreadable, which made the moment all the more agonizing.

Crystal kept fucking her face with my cock, completely oblivious to her daughter’s voyeurism.  She gagged and slurped and gargled, not noticing that my body had completely stiffened in apprehension of the moment that was about to unfold.  

I tried to pull on Crystal’s hair gently, willing her to stop.  “Shane, I told you- I am in control- don’t touch my head again or I am going to make you cum before my daughter gets home- then you can explain to her what happened,” she chided.

“That won’t be necessary,” Lexi finally said.  Crystal froze, my cock deep in her throat.  She gently released me, turning slowly to face her daughter.  

“Lexi, welcome home baby.  We were just….I was…getting him ready for you,” she said sheepishly.  Crystal recovered quickly, standing to her full height.  Her toplessness didn’t seem to bother her, even with the copious amount of drool running down her cleavage and nipples.  

“Mom, Jesus,” Lexi said incredulously.  “What, I’m ten minutes late so you just have to choke on my boyfriend’s cock? Last weekend was…a one-time thing.  It doesn’t give you the right to suck his cock whenever you want.”

Lexi was talking about me as if I wasn’t even in the room- I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.  So far, however, I was absolved from blame- that felt lucky.

“Oh, Lexi, relax,” Crystal said dismissively.  “I was just getting him ready for you.  I know he’s been saving his load for you all week; I wasn’t going to take it.  I just thought I’d have a little fun with him- get him all riled up so that he was extra needy for you.”   

Lexi rolled her eyes before she focused them back on me.  “And you? My mom? Again?

Seriously Shane?”

I was keenly aware of the fact that I was fully naked, cock still half hard standing beside my girlfriend’s half naked mom.  Where should I even begin to explain myself?  “Lex, I’m so sorry.  I was up here waiting for you, and your mom…well she just sort of pounced.  I told her that I was saving it all for you- that I wanted you to suck the cum out of me- but she insisted.  I made her swear not to take me all the way,” I finished, as if that would matter.  To my surprise, it did.

Lexi’s expression softened.  “I know, I know what she’s like.  I really like that you were thinking of me- and I definitely want all of that cum- none for her this time,” she said, glaring at her mom.

“You should be thanking me young lady, you only know how to suck cock because I taught you last weekend.  Show some respect,” Crystal said, idly beginning to stroke my cock.  “After all, mother knows best- I know exactly what men need.  Really you should be begging to learn from me- begging me to teach you how to keep Shane satisfied.”

Something in Lexi’s demeanour shifted slightly.  “Respect.  Hmmm.  Mother knows best…” She set her jaw, coming to some sort of conclusion that neither me nor Crystal was privy to.  “You know what, mom? Fine.  If you are so desperate to suck his cock, get to work.  Show your naïve, inexperienced 18 year old daughter how to suck a cock.”

With that, Lexi sat down in her desk chair, legs spread just enough that I could see she wasn’t wearing any panties under her miniskirt.  My cock instantly jumped to attention.  Crystal’s hand stroked me while I stared at Lexi- I couldn’t believe that this was happening again.

“Babe, are you sure?” I asked, my cock already throbbing in her mom’s practiced grip.   

“I’m sure.  Let her do her best…or her worst.  I want to see her gagging, crying, covered in drool.  Come on, mom- get to work,” she ordered, leaning back in her chair to watch the show.  

“Oh, and Shane? Don’t you dare cum.”

Chapter 4

I swallowed hard at Lexi’s last command.  This dominant side of her was undeniably hot, if a little scary.  Don’t cum? While my girlfriend’s mom deep throated my throbbing cock?  While my girlfriend watched, her delicate pussy lips all but on display from under her miniskirt?  Talk about an impossible situation.

I stifled a moan as Crystal’s grip tightened.  She was staring at Lexi, a look of pride all over her face- that, and the spit.  “Atta girl,” she said admiringly, “way to take charge.”  Crystal got on her knees, ready to service me as her daughter commanded.

“No, not like that- it’s too easy for you.  You need a challenge, mother,” Lexi said coolly. 

“Shane, lay back on the bed.  Hang your legs over- my mom is going to get between them. 

We’ll see how deep she can get you when she can’t pull you in. Mom, on your knees.  Now.”

Crystal looked like she was going to argue, but instead she smirked at her daughter as she got down on her knees.  I did my part and laid on the bed, my cock now standing straight at attention as I laid back.  

“Better,” Lexi said from her computer chair throne.  “Now mom, get between his legs, and put his cock in your mouth.”  She waited for her mom to obey, which she did swiftly.  I felt Crystal’s skilled lips wrap around my cock, gently sucking my head to secure me into her mouth.  Her hand held my shaft, while the other cupped my still soaking wet balls.

“Good, but still too easy.  Mom, put your hands behind your back.  You are not to touch Shane at all with your hands.  See what you can do with just your mouth if you think you’re so good.” I was surprised at Lexi’s tone, but to Crystal’s credit she did exactly as she was told.  She slowly let go of me, putting her hands behind her back and leaning forward slightly, my cock still suctioned in her mouth.  

“Good girl,” Lexi said patronizingly.  “Now show me how to please my man.”

Crystal didn’t hesitate to get my cock in her throat.  Without the use of her hands for leverage she was clumsier, losing her balance as she forced her head down into my crotch.  “Come on, mom, I thought you were better than this,” Lexi said patronizingly.   

We made potent eye contact as her mom struggled on my cock.  A smirk danced across Lexi’s lips as her mom choked me down, not quite able to take my full 9 inches without her hands.  “She thinks she’s soooo good at sucking cock,” Lexi said with a roll of her eyes, “but she can’t even get you all the way down.  Maybe she needs some help…what do you think, Shane?”

The sound of my name took me out of my erection-induced trance.  With great effort I focused on Lexi, trying to get enough blood to my brain to decipher what she was saying.  “What?” I asked as I blankly stared at Lexi’s expectant expression.

Lexi rolled her eyes yet again.  “Don’t you think my mom needs some help getting your cock in her throat? She looks like an amateur right now,” Lexi scoffed, staring at her spit-covered mother between my legs.  

“Y…yes, it might help,” I said, hoping that it was the right thing.  To say that this was uncharted territory would be an understatement.

“Do you want your cock in my mom’s throat, Shane?” Lexi asked.  Her tone was completely innocent, if a little patronizing.  Just as she asked, her mom slammed my cock into her throat, her guttural gag echoing through the room.

I had no choice but to moan “Yes…Lexi…yes.”

In a flash Lexi was out of her chair and across the room, standing over her mother.  She observed the action for a while, getting a closer look at Crystal’s inability to get me down her throat.  “Pathetic, really, that she expects me to learn from her,” Lexi said, more to herself than anyone.  With that, she grabbed her mom by the hair and forced her face toward me, holding her as she swallowed my entire cock.  

Crystal struggled and gagged as her daughter held her down; each time she tried to come up for air, Lexi forced her down deeper.  Thick trails of spit came from Crystal’s mouth, coating my cock as her daughter bobbed her head up and down. 

 Lexi eventually took pity on her mother, grabbing her by the hair and lifting her head off of me. 

My spit soaked cock stood at attention, desperately awaiting the next assault.

“Looks like mother doesn’t always know best,” Lexi said smugly.  Crystal was silent, focusing on catching her breath and swallowing her still-triggered gag reflex.

“You’re not done,” Lexi said cruelly.  She pulled Crystal’s face back by the hair, forcing her to look up at her.  “Looks like you’re going to need more spit,” she mused, “open up.”   Lexi hovered over her mother’s opened mouth, spitting into her mouth and onto her face three times.  Crystal didn’t move, allowing her daughter’s spit to trail into her mouth and down her cheeks.

“Good girl,” Lexi said, and with one fluid motion forced her mother’s spit-covered face back onto my cock.  Lexi was rough, forcing my cock inch by inch down her mom’s throat until her mom’s lips kissed my groin.  She held her there until Crystal started to squirm and choke, then another few seconds for good measure. 

Bubbly white spit surrounded Crystal’s mouth, and my cock- it was endless.  Crystal was fighting for air, and her daughter- my girlfriend- just pushed her harder.  “Come on, Mom…that’s it.  Choke on that perfect cock,” Lexi said aggressively, her hand lost in a handful of her mom’s hair while the other one stroked my face.  “Are you enjoying yourself, Shane?”

“Yes, Lexi, yes, fuck,” I breathed.  Her mom kept sucking even as Lexi was forcing my cock deeper- the sensation was amazing.  Crystal’s guttural sounds mixed with Lexi’s gentle tone had my mind and body in a complete frenzy.  It was nothing short of a miracle that I hadn’t cum yet; I kept all of my focus on Lexi, thinking about how much I wanted to coat her beautiful face with my load.

Crystal’s hands gripped my thighs, holding on for dear life before finally pushing off of me.  It took some effort considering Lexi’s strength holding her mom on my cock.  “Lexi, please, I need a break,” Crystal garbled, her mouth still full of my cock.  She finally spit me out, breathing hard as she tried to regain composure.

“I’ll give it to you mom, you lasted way longer than I thought you would have.  That was pretty impressive,” Lexi said with respect.  Her previously dominant demeanour had shifted to something more akin to friendly, a certain camaraderie existing between mother and daughter.

Crystal choked and coughed, not yet able to reply.  She was drenched in spit from chin to pussy, her generous tits shining with big globs of it.  It was a gorgeous sight.  “Thanks, baby,” she finally managed, and smirked at her daughter.

“Impressive,” Lexi repeated as she stepped out of her skirt, “but I can do better.”  Lexi made quick work of her shirt, leaving her tight body completely bare in front of her mother and I.  Her bare pussy was a contrast to her mom’s neatly kept hair, and I couldn’t help but stare at the two.  My mouth hung open, because- well, of course it did.  I was breathing just as hard as Crystal and was almost as spit covered.  “Move out of the way, mother, and let me show you what he likes,” Lexi said, flipping her long blonde hair behind her back.  

Her confidence was intoxicating, the slight edge of domination back in her tone.  She was on her knees in front of me, her mom taking her spot in the computer chair.  I glanced over at Crystal, who already had her fingers between her legs, masturbating to the site of her daughter sucking cock.

I refocused on Lexi, our eyes meeting as she knelt beside me.  “I’ve missed you,” she purred.  I realized I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or to my cock.

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Mother Still Knows Best- Chapters 1&2

This story is a sequel to Mother Knows Best.

Chapter 1

It had been almost a week since my cock was inside my girlfriend- and her mother.  Five days of working at my summer job as usual, talking on the phone with Lexi at night.  When her mom Crystal would answer the phone, she was her usual warm self, completely nonchalant- as if she hadn’t gagged on my cock last weekend.  Lexi was also completely normal, planning our movie date this weekend without a thought to how our universe had changed- as if seeing her mom’s tits (not to mention seeing Lexi eat her mom’s pussy) hadn’t completely turned everything upside down.

I had thought many times that maybe I hallucinated the whole thing- that would be a far easier explanation for what had happened.  I almost convinced myself that was the case, until Lexi ended our phone conversation the other night with “I can’t wait to feel your cock in my ass again this weekend.  I hope you’ve been saving your cum for me.”  Nope- not a dream.

I heeded Lexi’s request all week- I hadn’t cum since I last exploded all over (and in) her and her mom.  My balls were constantly aching, begging to be drained- a task that I knew Lexi was more than up for.  We had plans to go to the movies, and I was holding out hope of a movie theater blowjob- hey, after last weekend, it felt like nothing was off the table.  I had seen a whole other side of Lexi, and I was dying to see more.

I got dressed and took the familiar route to Lexi’s house.  I knew that she had been out with friends all day, but she had still taken the time to sext me a photo up her short skirt to show me she wasn’t wearing panties.  The message had read “if only my friends knew how soaked this pussy will be with your cum tonight.”  I was beginning to worry that I might not make it to nightfall before blowing my load all over her.

I pulled up in Lexi’s laneway, feeling my cock jump at the sight of the photo as I texted her that I was outside.  I would usually go in and get her, but…Crystal.  It’s not that I was avoiding Lexi’s mom, but I had no idea how to act around her.  Now that I had seen her naked- tasted her pussy, felt my cock throb inside of her ass…I just didn’t know what to do.  I decided it was best to let Lexi navigate things as she chose, and I would follow suit.  Maybe Lexi could tell me what to do with my hands, when all I wanted to do is put them down her mom’s shirt.

While I awaited Lexi’s sage wisdom as to where my hands should be, I elected to put them in my pants. My cock had felt half hard all week in anticipation of what was to come, and in memory of what had been.  I pulled it out of my pants, gently stroking it as I thought about Lexi’s perfect body, and the way her laugh made my cock twitch.  I closed my eyes, allowing myself to wonder if she would actually suck me off in the movie theater, or if she would make me wait until the drive home.  She did like to tease, but I was also hoping that she would be eager to continuing practicing the skills that her mom had taught her.

Speaking of her mom- a movement out of the corner of my eye interrupted my daydream; Crystal was standing on the porch waving at me- oh God. Where Lexi was tight and sculpted, her mom was soft and curvy- in all the right places.  Her tits bounced as she waved at me, my cock twitching in my hand while I gawked.  She was wearing a denim skirt even shorter than Lexi’s, and a red cropped tank top that showed off her hips.  She had cleavage that you could drown in. 

My cock allowed the tiniest amount of blood to head to my brain; it was then that I realized she was calling to me.  I clumsily put myself away and opened the car door.  “Lexi just texted to say that she’s running late and her phone was about to die…she should be here in 10 or 15 minutes.”  Not wanting to be rude, I got out of the car.  A wave of self-consciousness threatened to drown me as I walked up to the porch.  There was no way I was going to be able to look Lexi’s mom in the eye. 

Crystal bit her lip, batting her long lashes at me as she looked me up and down.  “You’re welcome to wait in her room if you’d like to be more…comfortable.”  She let the last word roll off her tongue, as if she knew what I had been up to just moments before.  I studied my shoes.

“Th…thanks,” I said lamely.  I would have shed my own skin if it got me up the stairs faster.  I entered Lexi’s room and closed the door behind me.  Her room looked just as it always had, but somehow different- probably because it had been the scene of last weekend’s events.  I checked my appearance in the mirror, the nerves from seeing Crystal again coursing through my body. My palms were sweaty as I readjusted my clothes and fixed my hair.

I sat down on Lexi’s bed, flashing back to how her mom had interrupted us the weekend before; my mind was a reel of tits and pussy and spit and choking as I remembered Lexi and Crystal taking turns gagging on my cock. 

My cock was instantly hard again, and I took it out to keep stroking.  If Lexi was running late, I figured I could edge until she got there to get ready for my hopeful movie theater blowjob.  I laid back on her bed, closing my eyes and picture Lexi’s tits…or were they her mom’s?  Details.

I could feel my balls pulsing, desperate to release the week-long buildup of cum.  I pictured Lexi’s sexy mouth wrapping around me, my cock twitching in anticipation.  I stroked slower, trying to soften myself after realizing that I was dangerously close to blowing my load already.  I didn’t hear the door open.

For the second time, Crystal walked into Lexi’s room while my cock was out. 

Chapter 2

“Insatiable little thing, aren’t you?” Crystal chided as she casually walked into the room.

I made a noise between a yelp and a groan, moving to grab a pillow to cover myself.  It was way too late.  Crystal took the pillow out of my grasp, smirking as she looked at my cock in my hand.  “Hmmm, I remember you being bigger,” she said, making no effort to hide her gawking.

“I…I was trying not to cum,” I sad quietly, trying and failing to cover my cock with my hand.  “I felt my entire body flush in embarrassment as she looked me up and down.  My eyes focused on one of Lexi’s pink slippers on the floor.

“I came to see if you wanted a snack,” Crystal said calmly.  “Clearly you do need something, but I don’t think it’s a snack.  You know, I could help you with that.  Well, I know you know,” she purred, inching closer to me as she licked her full lips.

I swallowed hard.  I could smell her floral perfume, a stark contrast to the vanilla scent that usually surrounded Lexi.  “No, no I’m okay,” I stammered.  “Lexi will be here soon, and we’re going to see a movie.  I was just trying to take the edge off,” I explained hastily.  My cock was still half hard as I continued, “Thanks for offering, it’s just…I don’t know how Lexi would feel, and…I’ve kind of been saving my load for her all week.”  I blushed as I said the last part, hoping that reminding her of Lexi would cause Crystal to back off.

“My daughter is a lucky girl,” Crystal smiled, still not taking her eyes off me.  She reminded me of a predator eyeing up her prey, and suddenly I understood where the term cougar came from. 

“I’m the lucky one,” I replied- and I meant it.  Even with Lexi’s mom- probably the hottest woman on earth- standing in front of me ready to pounce, my cock was still twitching at the thought of her daughter’s mouth surrounding it.   I thought I was getting control, getting it softer, but the thought of Lexi had me stiffening back up.  Crystal’s eyes never left it, taking in every inch.

“Listen, Shane- I am going to suck your cock until my daughter gets here.  You don’t have to worry about your precious load, I won’t make you cum.  You can’t expect to lay there with your half hard cock out and not have me do something about it- what kind of host would I be?” she said playfully, walking slowly toward me.  While her tone was playful, there was an unmistakeable edge of assertion in her voice.

“I…I don’t think…” My protest was interrupted as she hooked her fingers into my jeans and boxers and pulled them off.  “Crystal, please I…”

“Shane, this is happening.  I am going to suck your cock.  You’d best lay back and enjoy it,” she said, this time with that mom tone that made me instantly obey.  “I have thought about all of your nine inches all week.  It was such a challenge to get down my throat- and I do love a challenge,” she said, beginning to stroke me.

My cock wasn’t quite hard yet, but her firm grip around the shaft soon changed that. “There he is,” she purred as she stroked.  She spit in her hand, lubing up my shaft as it grew in her hand.  “Last time I tried to get you in my throat it took an awful lot of spit,” she mused, more to herself than to me.  “I suppose we should start there.”

She leaned over my cock, dripping a bead of spit on the tip and rubbing it in with her hand.  She repeated the action a few times, until I could hear the lubrication with every stroke.  “That’s it, much better- that looks like about nine inches, don’t you think?”

“Y…yes ma’am,” I said, still shocked that my girlfriend’s mom was yet again stroking my cock.  I was vaguely worried about what Lexi was going to see when she came in- and how she was going to feel about it- but most of my blood had left my brain in favour of making my cock hard for her mom.  Go figure.

“Just lay back, Shane,” she purred as she settled herself on her knees between my legs.  I did as I was told, leaning back on Lexi’s bed while my legs hung of the side, Crystal in between them pumping my cock faster.  “Your cock is going in my throat now, try not to blow your load before Lexi gets here,” she smirked, spitting on my cock one last time before she wrapped her painted red lips around it.

I moaned instantly; Crystal’s tongue swirled around the head of my cock while she sucked with such strength I thought my cum would just spontaneously explode.  “Crystal!” I exclaimed, squirming under her intense touch so as not to blow my load down her throat. 

She released, her hand cupping and massaging my balls as she laughed.  “Oh, come on Shane, you’re better than that.  Now that I’ve got you hard, you have to let me have some fun.  I want your cock in my throat, and I am going to get it there.  When Lexi gets home, she will be happy that I did all the heavy lifting.”

With that she licked me from shaft to tip, tracing the trail of her tongue with sloppy wet kisses.  She spit and sucked me into a frenzy, pausing every now and then to take in my size with her eyes.  At long last she squared her shoulders, taking me into her mouth.  I felt the back of her throat with the tip of my cock, and then she relaxed it to slide me all the way down.  She made it about halfway, and forced another couple of inches down before she gagged.

“Fuck, that is a huge cock,” she marvelled as tears sprang to her eyes.  She put her head back down, choking again and coming up for air.  The next time she went down I put my fingers through her hair, holding her head on me.  I didn’t even realize I was doing it until she sprang up. 

“Oh no, honey, I am in control now,” she said menacingly.  She was clearly becoming frustrated that she couldn’t get me in her throat, and forcefully removed my hands from her hair before forcing my cock back down her throat.

She bobbed up and down relentlessly; each time the head of my cock felt her throat it slid in a little deeper.  She was almost there but was gagging and drooling with such fervor that her eyes were tearing.  I looked down at her, seeing her makeup running and lipstick starting to smear, and couldn’t help but think that I can’t wait to do that to Lexi too.

When I thought of Lexi again I almost lost it.  My cock twitched in Crystal’s throat, and I was sure my load was coming.  I pushed her head back, pulling myself out of her mouth at the very last second before I exploded. 

“Crystal…fuck!” I breathed, equal measure of relief and frustration at almost losing it.  “You said you wouldn’t make me cum.  I told you I’m saving it for Lexi- your daughter.” I said, irritation clear in my voice.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she said chastely, though the expression on her face as she licked the spit off her lips told a different story.  “I’ll be good, I promise,” she continued, moving her hand back to my shaft while the other one cupped my balls.  “I’ll go slow- I just want to get you all the way in.  I know I can do it, it’s just going to take a little time- and a lot more spit,” she said, spitting all over my shaft for effect.

My frustration and resolve melted away as she stroked.  I leaned back down, surrendering to my circumstances.  “That’s it, good boy- just let me work,” she purred, flicking her tongue along the tip of my cock before trying to swallow me again.  She came up for air, gasping and choking.  “I’m so close, Shane, just be patient, I’m almost there and then I’ll leave you for Lexi,” she promised, forcing me down again.

I moaned- in pleasure, frustration, helplessness- her mouth felt absolutely amazing, particularly on a cock that hadn’t cum in a week.  Her hands continued to massage my balls, spit pooling and making them slippery.  I could feel their fullness in her hands, and was aching for a release- but I was determined to save it for Lexi.

I was picturing Lexi’s gorgeous face when I felt Crystal’s lips on my body- she was finally holding my cock all the way in her throat, her tongue almost reaching my balls.  I moaned; having her mouth fully envelop me and her throat contract around my cock as she tried not to gag was sublime.  She finally coughed and choked me up, a look of pure accomplishment on her face.  She wiped the tears from her eyes as spit trailed down her chin.  “Got it,” she said triumphantly.

I smirked- in a way, I was proud of her.  It felt so good to have someone with such experience suck my cock- I knew that Lexi would get there, but it was going to take some time.  “Well done,” I said, marvelling at how the spit had trailed down onto her breasts, soaking the front of her crop top. 

Her eyes followed mine, noticing her soaked shirt for the first time.  “Well, I guess I had better take this off, it’s soaked,” she said casually, pulling it over her head in one fluid motion.  Her huge tits bounced, and I realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra.  I could see her cleavage shining with spit, and had to look away to make my balls relax.  She stepped out of her skirt next, leaving her fully naked.  There was hair between her legs, neatly trimmed.  My eyes followed her fingers down as she tasted herself.  I didn’t stand a chance.

“Can you take more without cumming?” Crystal asked, standing and looking me up and down.  I sat up, my eyes not leaving her breasts as she sucked her juices off of her fingers.

“I think so,” I said cautiously, “but you’ve gotta go easy.  I really want to blow all over your daughter’s face, not yours.”

“I get it- like I said, she’s a lucky girl,” Crystal said genuinely.  “Stand up, I want to get better leverage.  Now that I’ve had you in my throat, I want more.”

I did as I was told, my cock standing straight out from my slim body.  It was rock hard, and I could feel my balls ache as Crystal got down on her knees.  She spat on me and stroked, rubbing my cock between her tits to lap up some of the drool from earlier.  My cock was slippery and soaked as she took it back into her mouth.

Crystal wrapped her hands around my hips, each palm grabbing a handful of my ass and drawing me closer.  I felt her throat open, the tip of my cock pushing through the resistance until I felt the smoothness of her throat.  Her hands clenched as she fought her gag reflex, holding me in her throat for an impressive amount of time before finally choking me out.  She looked up at me, spit shining down her chin as her eyes watered, a huge smile on her face.

“Much better,” she said as she went back for another round.  She fucked herself in the face better than I even would have, using her hands on my ass to force me deeper and deeper into her throat.  Her tongue swirled around my cock as she caught her breath, only to clamp back down on me with more intensity. 

I have no idea how long she was at it; I was completely lost in the moment, trying my very hardest not to cum.  Crystal was relentless, and I felt like I was invincible.

When Lexi cleared her throat, the feeling quickly left.

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Storytime with The Professor

The Professor is an excellent storyteller.  Whether it be about his work, coaching, his family, or his sexcapades, he has a way of capturing your attention and investment.  He teases his audience, building tension and interest, in no apparent rush to get to the much-anticipated climax.  This week, he took that to an entirely new level.

You see, The Professor had his first ever threesome.  As much as I love telling stories about sex, I also love hearing about them- and while I wasn’t present for the affair, after hearing (experiencing?) the story about it I feel like I might have been.

It had been a few weeks in the making; he had connected with a couple of women who were interested in playing together, and who also each happened to be playing with him.  Imagine that.  After it happened, he refused to give me any of the details that I was craving, insisting that the story would be better in person.  He was, as usual, absolutely correct.

By the time he made it to my place a few days later, I was absolutely dying for the story.  He took his time coming inside, making small talk.  I am not known for my patience, nor for my restraint, but with this man I know that he sets the pace.  At long last, I finally heard the magic words: “So, I have a story for you…”

Fucking duh.

One of us suggested that we go upstairs to my bedroom for the story- mostly because we were absolutely going to have sex after, but also because it was bound to be a very long story, and we wanted to be comfortable.  We got naked and laid beside each other under the blankets, my body vibrating in excitement at finally getting all the spicy details.  We were touching, but not intimately; I was not yet interested in sex- he owed me a story.

He toyed with me for a while longer, feigning difficulty at remembering exactly which story he was going to tell.  I felt like a child about to learn the secret behind Santa Claus.  My inner perv just knew the story would be good, and I love listening to his experiences- he has a great perspective.

The story began, and he had my rapt attention.  He spared no detail, to my delight and immense frustration as he described arriving at the hotel, ordering food, arranging logistics, etc.- I was very ready to fast forward to the naked parts, but could tell that he was enjoying my torment.  He idly stroked my breasts as he talked, less in an effort to arouse, and more so as you would twirl a strand of hair.  The end result, of course, was still arousal. 

My nipples hardened as he described the arrival of the first woman; their easy banter, her overt excitement as she begged for something to take the edge off before the other arrived.  The Professor, of course, obliged- he is most accommodating when he wants to be. 

The professor indulgently described a shower scene when the other woman arrived; all three of them headed to the generously appointed shower, a good gateway to the rest of the evening.  They took turns soaping each other up, breaking the ice and getting a feel for the dynamic.  He took his time explaining, allowing for some eye rolling irony of “of course I helped to lather, I always want to be helpful” or “I took a step back as they focused on each others’ nipples”.    He was clearly enjoying the story, not to mention my impatience and rapt attention.

His hand travelled along my stomach and from breast to breast as he described drying each woman off, his words perfectly illustrating the sexual tension that filled the room.  They moved to the bed, and the women started making their requests.

One wanted to be fucked from behind while going down on the other.

The other wanted him to go down on her while she was licking the other’s pussy.

He wanted to fuck them both, and toy their asses.  He wanted to give them countless orgasms, and turn them into puddles- he has a knack for that. 

And around and around they went.

He stroked my clit as he talked about stroking one of theirs, his words painting the picture of two women engrossed in each other while moaning in the pleasure that he provided.  He described the ideal push and pull of a threesome, each partner giving and taking in equal measure.

My attention was decidedly split between his expert retelling of every detail, and the building tension between my legs.  He of course knew this, and did nothing to relent.  He noticeably giggled a few times at my expense, his fingers pausing as he asked whether I needed to take a break.

“Fuck no, don’t stop” was usually my response.  I was at times unsure if I was referring to his fingers or his voice- very likely both.

“It seems like you aren’t listening,” he said with feigned disappointment as he applied more pressure to my clit.  He had just finished telling me about how much one woman had enjoyed the taste of the other, both of them marvelling at it as his cock was buried deep in pussy.  Was I listening? No idea.

With great effort I refocused, trying to follow his words as his fingers danced practiced circles between my legs.  He would demand eye contact as proof of focus.  He would ask me to repeat what he’d just said as my eyes rolled back in my head.  Ever the Professor, checking learning and comprehension.

Eye. Roll.  (In more ways than one).

His fingers moved inside me as he described putting them inside another woman.  My mouth was decidedly less occupied than hers had been, given that it wasn’t eating pussy.  A shame, really.  But I digress.

“And then, do you know what I did?” he asked, pulling my focus back.  His fingers had picked up the pace, darting in and out of my slippery hole as he spoke.

“No idea,” I said earnestly, having briefly lost track of the story.

“Well,” he continued patiently, “if you recall, this woman is a squirter.  So while her face was buried in the other, I buried my fingers in her, kind of like this.”  For emphasis, he adjusted his fingers inside me, curling them deeper around that special spot.

I caught on to what he was doing moments before it happened.

“And then, you won’t believe it,” he patronized, “or, well, maybe you would,” he said with a smirk.  His fingers curled, his hand pumped, and I was gone.

I squirted everywhere.  All over his hands, all over the sheets.

Just like she did.  Imagine that.

His hand finally relented, his soaked fingers circling back to my clit.  My focus was anywhere but his words, but he made sure to pull me back before he continued the story.

Five, six, seven, who knows how many orgasms later (both for me and for his threesome partners), the story was over.  He, as is his constant state, looked quite pleased with himself as I laid in a pool of cum and sweat and desire (my constant state).

“I thought you might like that little story,” he said nonchalantly, as if he had just told me a funny anecdote from the classroom.

“It was okay,” I breathed back, just before he fucked me.

The man is an excellent storyteller.

Learning to Cum, Part 2: Let it feel good

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My body tensed in anticipation of his touch- where was he going to start?  I could feel his presence next to me- a quiet calm.  It was his voice I heard first.  “Relax your body,” he said, his voice gentle but even.  I unclenched my fists (when did I make fists?), and did my best to focus on relaxing my shoulders and hips.  “More,” he instructed, “focus on sinking into the mattress.  Relax each part of you- start at your toes, and work your way up to your head.”  I recognized that he was leading me through a progressive muscle relaxation exercise, and it piqued my curiosity.  I did as I was told, relaxing each muscle group and visualizing myself sinking deeper into the mattress.  By the time I made it to my eyebrows, he still hadn’t touched me- and I was relaxed enough that I easily could’ve fallen asleep.

“Good girl,” he said, recapturing my attention.  Something about that phrase hits me right between the legs every single time.  He cupped my face, planting a kiss on my willing lips.  “I am going to touch you now,” he began, “and you are going to pay attention to my hands.  Pay attention to how they feel on your skin, where and how the goosebumps form, and how your body reacts.  If your mind wanders, bring it back to my touch.  Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” I breathed, visualizing myself sinking into the mattress in an effort to get control of the butterflies taking over my body.  His fingertips brushed my stomach, trailing up my sides, deliberately bypassing my breasts to trail up and down each of my arms.  I shivered at the invasion, my restraints preventing me from shielding myself from the tickle. 

Despite my blindfold, I could feel his eyes on me.  My mind began to wander: what is he seeing right now…what is he thinking? How does my body look?  I refocused on his touch; his fingertips were now tracing the outlines of my breasts, dancing around my nipples but never quite touching them.  “You’re beautiful,” he said, and I felt myself blush.  At least then I knew what he was thinking.

I squirmed under his touch, desperate for his fingers to touch my nipples.  He outmaneuvered me, continuing to avoid my more sensitive areas in favour of tracing lines up and down my stomach, across my hips.  He traced where my belly meets my pubic bone, an area that typically invites a certain degree of self-consciousness.  I forced myself to relax and remain in the moment- just as he instructed.

I could feel my pussy start to ache as he moved lower down my body, kneading my thighs and calves.  He massaged each of my feet, commenting on how pretty my painted toes were.  As he moved back up my legs, he focused his touch on the inside of them.  I could hear myself breathing heavily as his fingertips grazed my inner thigh, and I stifled a moan as he traced the triangle between my legs.

By this point my body was a ball of nerves, and frankly it was difficult to concentrate on anything but his touch.  I was eager for him to explore more of me and give me the sensation that I was so craving.  When he finally touched my nipples I moaned, the tension that he created being temporarily relived until it quicky built again.  He teased my nipples with his fingers before adding his tongue.  He sucked, pinched, stroked, flicked, and squeezed them with patient focus until I was moaning and squirming at every touch. 

“That’s it, let it feel good,” he coached, and I did. 

His hands wandered my skin as his mouth worked my breasts and nipples; my body and mind were completely surrendered to his sensations.  Eventually he moved himself between my legs, and I could feel an ache deep inside me.  He took an excruciating amount of time to get settled, laying down so that his face and hands were perfectly poised between my legs.  “Please,” I breathed in desperation.  I could literally feel the wetness in my pussy dripping.

“All in good time,” he said with the slightest teasing note in his voice.  He was clearly enjoying himself, which deepened my own enjoyment.  I felt his fingers trace the lines where my thighs met my hips, taking time to brush between my thighs as well.  When he finally traced my damp slit, my entire body shivered.  It felt like a whispered orgasm.  “Remember, you are not to cum,” he reminded me as he gently parted my lips.

I felt vulnerable and desperate in that moment.  I was starving for stimulation but knew that he was setting the pace.  “Mmm, so wet,” he marvelled.  He still wasn’t touching me, just holding my lips open and admiring me. 

He was exposing- exploring- my most secret places.  His entire focus was on me.  Part of me wanted to crumble, that all-too-familiar self-consciousness threatening to seep in- more out of habit than any influence of his.  While part of me was worried I would burst into flames when he touched my clit, the rest of me was looking for matches.

The fact that I couldn’t see what was happening- his expression, his next move- very much challenged my innate desire to please.  Where I would typically be angling my hips up to him or preparing a moan to demonstrate my enjoyment- and keep his attention- I was instead forced to wait, and genuinely focus on what I felt.

Don’t get the wrong idea, reader- not every sexual experience before this has been an act.  If you ever find yourself in a similar situation, however- tied up and blindfolded, at the mercy of your partner- you will find that your usual dance moves don’t fit the rhythm of the music.  Mr. Grey was right- I had to pay attention.

He had all of my attention as he remained rooted between my legs.  “Are you ready?” I heard him say, and moaned a “yes Sir” before he had even finished.

I braced myself for the impact I so craved, waiting to feel hands, tongue, SOMETHING on my needy clit.  I could feel his grip firm on my lips, spreading them a little bit more.  I pictured him squaring his shoulders, going in with his tongue.  I screamed- in frustration, elation, who knows- when the burst of air hit my clit.

He had only blown on me, and it felt like the most powerful of vibrators. 

I couldn’t tell if it took the edge off, or sharpened the knife.  All I knew is that I wanted- needed- more.

He giggled at my shiver, reinforcing his enjoyment of the moment.  “Relax back into the mattress, baby, we’re just getting started,” he coached.  I refocused, trying to get back to the center that I had built.  Just as I relaxed, he blew on my clit again, reigniting the fire.  How rude.

“Please, Sir!” I exclaimed, unsure of exactly what I was asking for. 

“Let it feel good, baby, that’s all you have to do,” he reminded me- as if I needed it.

My heart hammered in my chest, my body as tense as a stretched rubber band.  My efforts to recenter myself were abruptly- mercifully- interrupted by his tongue on my clit.

At long last.

The sensation was warm, fulfilling, exquisite.  My body was rock hard tension and melting wax all at once.  His tongue was hot on my most sensitive part, gently flicking electricity all the way through my body.

The restraints dug into my wrists as my fingers fought to grip his hair.  My hips bucked underneath him in an effort to give him more of me.  I wanted him to consume me until there was nothing left.

“Pay attention,” he coached gently, the vibration of his voice yet another sensation between my legs.  “Let it feel good, but feel it- you’re not going to cum.  Feel my tongue, feel my fingers,” he said as he added the tips of his fingers to the mix.

I felt him stroke my clit with a finger- the same pressure as his tongue, but somehow more precise.  He rubbed me back and forth, then side to side. My body responded naturally.  “That’s it, good girl, focus.”

His words coached my focus back into my body- back into my clit.  I was getting caught up in the sensation, and my body was taking over- but as much as I tried to focus my mind, I could feel old habits creeping in.  Was I moaning too loudly? Not loudly enough? Was I squirming enough to let him know I liked it? 

The thing is, OF COURSE he knew I liked it.  Every fibre of my body was his at that point.  He was paying attention to my every shiver- he had been since we started.  My moans and motions were all but superfluous by that point- so why was I still so focused on them?  After all, this wasn’t about cumming- so really, I didn’t even need to focus on the climb- I just had to let it feel good.

So I did.

My moans quieted as I refocused my mind only on the dance that his fingers and tongue were doing.  It was intricate, practiced, and indulgent.  He was clearly taking his time, mixing up pressure and pace as my body responded under him.  Each time I felt my mind wander, I dutifully brought it back to my body.  I pushed out all of the pressure, the self-consciousness- even the self-awareness, and just let myself feel.

It felt good.  Really, really, really good.

Mr. Grey kept checking in, sometimes with his words (Does that feel good baby? That’s it, good girl), and other times with his actions- stopping the sensation just long enough for me to sigh or groan in frustration- as if to make sure I was paying attention.

He definitely had my attention.  He had all of me.

“Now, I want to talk about orgasms,” he said casually, as if we were sharing lunch.  His fingers were buried in my pussy, gently thrusting in and out, each time deeper than the last.  His fingers curled against me, hitting that sweet spot that makes me feel like I am going to implode.

“Not that this is about orgasms,” he reminded me, “but I’m curious.  With other partners, or with yourself- what makes you cum, baby?”

It took me a minute to remember how to say words, and another to consider his question.  The truth was, I had two different answers- one for partners, and one for myself.  As I considered, he continued a regular pace of fingering me- enough to keep me stimulated, but backing off so that I could come up with a coherent thought.  How kind.

“With partners,” I began with effort, “fast.  And hard.”  He noticeably picked up the pace of his fingers. 

“Clit, or inside you?” he asked.

“Clit.” I said definitively.  I had never had an internal orgasm.  More on that later.

“Mmmm, good girl,” he said, adding a third finger and pressing extra deep inside me.  I moaned.  “And alone?”

Alone was, in truth, harder to answer.  “Reflex,” I said vaguely.  The truth was, I just knew what felt good.  I could match the external pressure to the internal feeling, and seemingly glided up the mountain instead of the crawl/climb that I had to do with a partner. 

“Say more,” he challenged.

I sighed, trying to pull some focus from his fingers to my own mind.  “Fast, but more…deliberate.  Less pressure,” I said, still considering.  Finally, something clicked.  “Fantasy…mental…my mind,” I said, fighting to hold onto the thought as his fingers in my pussy threatened to take it from me.

“Ah, your mind has to be engaged,” he said knowingly. 

“Yes,” I breathed, relieved that I didn’t have to find more words to explain myself. 

“Do you use your mind with a partner?” he asked, clearly on a path to somewhere.  My mind was much too fractured to follow.

“Yes,” I said.  “No,” I followed.  The truth was, my mind, as we have established throughout this piece, was often on other things when with a partner.  His pleasure, his needs.  Mine were forced into a secondary position, no matter the physical stimulation.

Oof.

“Ah,” he said.  “I think we might be onto something.”  With that, his fingers picked up the pace, while his other hand rubbed my clit.  “Let it feel good,” he reminded.  “Don’t cum.”

When he said cum, something inside me clicked.  I had been climbing the mountain without even knowing it.  I could feel the telltale pull from deep inside me as he rubbed my clit.  Something pulling from my belly button downward to his fingers, drawing me closer and closer to release.

The excitement and surprise damn near killed me.

He kept going, my body clearly giving me away.  The tension built, and I remained completely dialled into it.  I chased that orgasm as I climbed, terrified that the precious pull would leave me and I would fall down, only to have to start again.

Imagine my horror when he pulled away entirely.

I groaned, disappointment radiating through my body in all the places where pleasure once was.

“I told you, tonight isn’t about cumming,” he chided, his tone chipper and light in the shadow of my dismay.

“Please,” I begged, still yet to feel the full weight of my situation.

His now soaked fingers circled back up to my nipples, tracing familiar patterns that he had established earlier that night.  My previous self consciousness as he traced my belly, my lines, my curves, had entirely evaporated.  All I wanted from him was stimulation; all I could focus on was pleasure.

My pleasure.

He came up to lay beside me, his clothes soft against my overstimulated body.  He kissed me deeply, appreciatively.  “You’ve been such a good girl,” he purred in my ear.

It’s a good thing my hands were tied, or I might’ve hit him.

“I’m proud of you.  You paid attention; you let it feel good,” he commended. 

“Thank you Sir,” I said automatically, desperate to win good favour in hopes of turning it into an orgasm.  I was floating somewhere above my body, half of my focus still on my throbbing and denied clit.

“I know it was cruel to edge you,” he admitted, “but it’s all part of the process.  Did it feel good?”

“Fuck yes,” I breathed, still trying to get myself back to earth. 

His fingers returned between my legs, and I was all too happy to oblige- not that my restrained legs gave me much choice in the matter.

I purred out a moan as his fingers stroked my swollen clit, loosely debating the value of asking to cum, knowing that he would say no.  I elected to be quiet- and let it feel good.

I focused on his fingers- I couldn’t see his face, couldn’t read his body language.  I had nothing to focus on but his touch, so I leaned in.

He stroked my clit back and forth, applying various amounts of pressure and watching my body react.  “That’s it, good girl, focus on my fingers,” he said gently, his breath tickling my ear as he whispered.

I could feel myself getting footing back on the mountain, and starting the climb as he stroked me.  I could hear the wetness between my legs, the sound adding to the decadent sensation.  All I wanted in that moment was an orgasm, and it was decidedly within grasp.  I was laser focused on the climb, completely oblivious to every other single thing around and within me.

He was patient, deliberate- bringing me step by step closer to where I wanted- needed- to be. 

“You aren’t going to cum tonight,” he reminded me, to my extreme disappointment.

“Please, Sir,” I breathed, the tendrils of release starting to slip through my fingers.

“I know you don’t like it,” he said obviously, “but it’s how you will learn.  You have to know that you can get there, and know that I can bring you there- that I want to.  You have to practice focusing your mind on your body, and in the moment- and only that.  You’ve done so well tonight, baby, but we are just beginning.”

The disappointment was crushing, even as his fingers continued to stroke.  I could hear a finality in his voice, and as new as I was to submission, I was smart enough to understand that he held all the cards.  My fate was in his hands, and while I felt that he was nurturing it, he was also denying me.

Not something that I had a terrible amount of experience with.

When he finally trailed his fingers up from my clit, across my belly, around my nipples, I breathed a sigh of- frustration, disappointment, relief?

The sigh was interrupted as he gently put his wet fingers into my mouth. 

“You taste so good, baby.  I had so much fun,” he said gently.  I sucked his fingers, enjoying my own taste and sinking into his voice.

My body was exhausted, and so was my mind.  He untied my restraints, taking his time to massage my limbs as they relaxed.  He finished with removing my blindfold.

I blinked my eyes until they focused on his, an unrelenting but somehow gentle stare.  “I am so proud of you, this is going to be so much fun,” he said with a smirk.

That moment, that smirk- was what got me.  I was his, as long as he would teach me.  I had never been so indulged, so understood.  I had had some great sex in my life, but nothing with that level of dedication to my pleasure.  He was clearly invested in me- in what made me tick, in what I needed, wanted- and I was along for the ride.  I wasn’t overthinking it, I wasn’t self-conscious.  I kissed him deeply, hoping to communicate my gratitude with my tongue.

I was ready to let it feel good- whatever came next.

Like Mr. Grey’s style? Read more about him here.

Sir

Sir is a layered man, with a huge cock. As you all well know, I don’t give undeserved compliments- especially to men- so trust me when I say…huge.

He has taught me a whole awful lot about intimacy, partnership, vulnerability.  He is easy to be around, disarmingly familiar, and makes me want to open myself up (which is no easy feat).  What started as a casual, age-inappropriate (he is in his mid-fifties) D/s dynamic, somehow morphed into sleepovers, gifts, and an unabashed honesty that I haven’t enjoyed in quite some time.

Sir has made me infinitely better at sucking cock.  I was good before, bordering on great- he has made me exceptional (if I do say so myself).  He has one of the biggest cocks I have ever been with- and not the meaty, half hard kind- he is rock hard, girthy, and long.  The first time I saw it, he told me that soon enough it would be all the way down my throat- I laughed.  When he told me that soon enough it would be buried in my ass, I panicked.

He wasn’t kidding.

He is a patient trainer, strict enforcer, and a gentle soul- quite a package.

He has contributed substantially to my growth as a sub, and probably- if I really think about it- as a human as well.  He challenges me physically and psychologically, and creates a safe place to do so. 

I can’t wait to tell you more about him.

Becoming His Object

Remind me not to earn another punishment from Mr. Envelope.

I knew it would be bad- the man gets under my skin like no other before or since him.  The mental gymnastics that he puts me through surpass the physical; when I play with him, I know that I am going to be challenged and broken.  I had never been punished by him until tonight- and I am not eager for a repeat performance.

He started by reviewing the agenda; he enjoys watching my face as he walks me through his plan, and it also serves as a way of gaining consent and assessing limits.  “As you know, tonight is about punishment,” he began in his low, even tone.  “You will not orgasm tonight.  This is not going to be fun for you.  I, on the other hand, will be having an orgasm, and I will be using your mouth to do it.  You will be hooded and wearing a ring gag for the duration of the night.  I will use you as I please, and you will make me cum using your mouth.  I will cum directly into your mouth, and you will swallow as much as you can.  Anything that leaks onto the floor, you will lick.”  I nodded along, making an effort to quell the butterflies, knowing that they were wholly inappropriate for the situation.  “I may write on you, I may spit on you.  I will hurt you.  I will degrade you.  You are little more than an object to me tonight, and I will make you feel that way.  You will not hear me call you a good girl.  When I am done with you, you will remain an object while I drink my coffee. You will remain still and silent until I free you.  Do you understand?”

I made an effort to keep my witty quips to a minimum.  As excited as I was by much of what he said, I am experienced with him enough to know he meant it when he said that this wasn’t going to be fun for me.  I nodded, steeling myself for what was to come- if I had only known, I might have run for the hills.

I stood in my living room fully clothed while he secured the ring gag and hood.  I was plunged into complete darkness, my mouth the only part of me exposed.  My tongue and jaw tested the ring gag, finding it fairly rigid and unforgiving.  I could already feel the spit in my mouth pooling. Gulp (literally).

“Strip,” he said simply.  Even though I couldn’t see him, I could feel his gaze burning through me.  I removed my shirt, bra, and pants (of course I wasn’t wearing panties).  I found myself feeling disoriented, even though I have spent countless hours in my living room.  My spatial awareness was flawed, and as he moved silently around me, I lost perspective.  When he finally stopped in front of me, he had my full attention.

I felt the tip of a marker on my breast, and briefly tried to guess what he was writing (I still don’t know- the drool and bruising made the writing disappear before my hood came off- I’ll have to check the photos).  The moment was intimate, a symbol of his control over me and my surrender to him.

I took a deep steadying breath as he wrote, embracing my submissive role.  I squared my shoulders, dropping them and focusing my weight into my feet and through the floor.  I placed my hands behind my back, sinking deeper into my favoured submissive stance.  I felt grounded and serene- ready- until the first blow landed.

I forgot to mention- he got a brand new riding crop, made of the smoothest and softest leather.  It transformed to a biting flash as it made contact with my soft breast.  I yelped, more in surprise than in pain, though the sting of the crop lingered.  I adjusted my posture, mentally preparing for additional impact.  As a practiced sub, I could already feel myself sinking deeper into the moment. 

I was therefore quite surprised to feel tears sting the corners of my hooded eyes after the third blow.  He was just getting warmed up, and so was I- tears were decidedly unexpected at this stage.  I mentally chalked them up to irritation from the hood, and refocused my attention on absorbing the intensifying sting of the crop on the tops of my breasts.  The leather made a wicked sound each time it made contact, and the resounding sensation was becoming more painful.  He struck my left breast, and then my right, and I felt the first string of drool in between them.  The yelp I swallowed became a sob in my throat. 

I could feel the tears coming before they arrived, seemingly from deep within some unexplored part of my soul.  I choked out a sob as the next blow landed, my mind racing to try to understand what was happening.  I have endured some pretty impressive impact play in my years exploring BDSM, and I have truly sobbed only twice.  The shock of the tears was just as jarring as the continued assault on my breasts.  I breathed deeply in an effort to get myself under control, but the tears were already flowing.  I finally moved my hands to my breasts, an effort to protect my body while I sorted out my mind.

As I reflect on it now, I still don’t know what the trigger was for the tears.  I have been feeling vaguely unsettled in my personal life, the unnamed root cause still just out of my grasp.  Maybe the hood provided a layer of safety- a mask to cover my vulnerability.  Maybe it was the degradation- seeing myself as a hooded figure: helpless, marked, drooling, and in pain.  Maybe I just needed a good cry.   What I do know is that it got much worse.

As I covered my breasts and tried to quiet my sobs, he gave me a moment of reprieve.  “Get on your knees,” he said.  His voice remained deep and even, without an ounce of warmth in the face of my fraying edges.  I did as I was told, grateful for what I hoped was a change of pace.  I heard him unzip his pants, glad that his hands were otherwise occupied.  I took advantage of the opportunity to collect myself, and found myself feeling more in control as he sat on the couch.

“Come toward me,” he said, and took my hands as I crawled to the edge of the couch.  He placed my hand on his cock, allowing me to stroke him.  “Use only your mouth,” he said easily, and I lowered my open mouth to his cock.

Without the luxury of sight, and with the ring gag firmly in place, I was decidedly out of my element.  Sucking his cock while gagged was like re-learning how to ride a bike.  My usual practiced, fluid motions were clumsy and delayed as I worked to ensure that his cock was inside the ring, and then figure out where my tongue goes.  I couldn’t close my lips around him, so I couldn’t suck, swirl, and swallow with my usual flair.  My teeth were outside the ring, so that was one less consideration, but it took a fair amount of focus to get his cock back into my throat with the added obstruction of the ring- not to mention the drool.  There was spit absolutely everywhere, freely falling down my chin and onto his cock.  Thick spit pooled at the sides of my mouth as I tried to swallow him, each effort to get him in my throat rewarded with another gush of spit.  I gargled his cock and my spit, choking and drooling as I tried to please him.

He let me get my bearings and find.my own rhythm before he put his hands on either side of my hooded face.  He bobbed my head up and down on his cock, my tongue teasing the head of his cock through the ring gag before he forced himself back into my throat.  The longer he held my head on his cock, the more I felt like I might drown in my own spit.  I could already tell that I was a mess.

When he tired of face fucking me, he ordered me to kneel again.  I stood tall on my knees again, placing my hands behind my back obediently.  I was still shaky from the surprise tears and clumsy blow job, but now that I had figured out how to suck his cock with a ring gag I felt a little more solid.

When he hit me with the crop again I wasn’t ready for it, but I adjusted quickly.  I lowered my  shoulders, doing my best to quiet the panic building up inside of me.  The tears were far closer to the surface than I had thought, and I could feel them falling as he hit me a second time.  Before I realized what was happening I had covered my breasts again, falling back on my heels and curling into myself as the sobs took over.  I felt frantic and scared, completely out of control.

I am not a dainty crier, especially with a ring gag in my mouth.

“Get back up…you will present them to me,” he said evenly.  All I wanted in that moment was to be comforted, and instead he demanded more.  I stood back up on my knees, shaky and sobbing, and placed my hands gently under my breasts.  I raised them, pressing them together- presenting them to him against all of my better judgement.

My body and mind screamed in protest, drool falling onto my throbbing skin while tears soaked my hood.  I squeezed my eyes shut, swallowing a sob as he landed the crop on my breast with a sharp snap.  I began freely crying, and he didn’t let up.  I tried with every fibre of my being to surrender to him- to the pain- as blow after blow landed on my tender skin.  My fingers dug into the underside of my breasts, my teeth biting down as much as the ring gag would permit.  Guttural sounds escaped my throat as I sobbed, the pain and fear finally getting the best of me as I turned into myself and covered my breasts.

“Present,” he ordered.  I took a few deep breaths, reluctantly straightening myself in front of him.  I could feel drool between my legs, down my stomach, even on the floor.  I gently cupped my breasts, begging my body for forgiveness as I steadied myself for more torment.  He was relentless, his crop demanding tears and screams (and later, I found out, bruises) from me in equal measure.

My body and mind flooded with relief when he grabbed my hair and thrust his cock into my drooling mouth.  I was still crying, but it was easier to find my footing when the crop was resting. 

When I gagged his cock out of my mouth he covered my nose and mouth, causing a new wave of panic to course through me.  Breath play demands serenity; panic only makes things worse.  I used every grounding technique I know to quiet my screaming body, but the residual sobbing made it much too difficult.  I tapped out, and he went back to face fucking me. 

When I gagged again, he covered my nose and mouth, this time demanding that I hold on.  His encouragement (vague threat?) gave me a bit more stamina, but I tapped out again.  I held on longer for the third time, but he still got the better of me.  (Side note: that is certainly something I am interested in trying more of, maybe without the tears).

Next, he ordered me to lay down.  He rubbed the head of his cock along my pussy.  I could feel that I was soaked- with excitement, with spit, who knows- likely a combination of both.  He eased inside of me, reminding me that I was not to cum.  By this point I had an acute understanding of the depths of his punishment and was absolutely not interested in disobeying.  His cock felt exquisite, especially after everything he had put my body through, but I stayed well off the edge.

He sat me back up, thrusting his cock now soaked in my juices back into my ever-awaiting mouth.  He used me until he came, filling my mouth with salty cum.  I braced myself as he shuddered, feeling his hot load at the back of my throat.  I swallowed a few times as best as I could, tilting my head back to get as much of it as I could down my throat.  He pulled back, watching me struggle to swallow the rest of him.

I breathed deeply as I came back down to earth, relieved that the torment was over- except it wasn’t, not quite.

He helped me to stand, and then had me sit in a comfortable chair in the corner.  I remained naked, fully drenched in spit (more wet than if I had just gotten out of the shower), hooded, and gagged.  He told me that I was to sit quietly in the chair- an object for him to admire, but nothing more.  He said that he was going to drink his coffee, and that I would sit there for an hour and a half.  At the 45 minute mark, I was permitted to ask to be released, but if I asked before 45 minutes had passed, I would endure another round of punishment.  If I made it the full hour and a half, I would be released without incident.

You’ll recall that in an earlier session Mr. Envelope had me count ten minutes in my head, and it was an abject failure.  I decided early on that I was not about to risk additional punishment by trying to free myself after 45 minutes; I buckled down for the full hour and a half.

I heard him take his seat on the couch across from me and sip his coffee.  I could hear the central air kick on and off, making me instantly freezing- especially as I was largely soaked in spit.  I could feel acute soreness in my breasts, and my jaw was well past aching.  I could feel his eyes on every part of me.

I also knew that this was the home stretch.  I had survived (barely) the punishment so far, and all I had to do was sit quietly for an hour and a half, under his gaze.  I slowed my breathing, taking deliberate stock of my body and mind.  I was still reeling from the surprise tears, so I decided to use the forced reflection time to investigate that.  I didn’t get very far with that initially, so instead pivoted to counting- not in an effort to mark 45 minutes, but as a grounding exercise- like counting sheep.  By focusing my mind, I was able to relax my jaw, and pull attention away from the self-consciousness he was creating.

The hour and a half passed slowly and quickly, all at once.  Each time the central air came on I was sure I would freeze to death, but as it lulled I could feel relief in my skin as it warmed.  I remained vaguely aware of his potential gaze, but it became more comforting than intimidating.  I thought about our bond, and how incredible it is that he knew to keep pushing me through the tears instead of backing off.  I began to feel grateful to him, instead of fearful of him.  I felt myself fidget a few times, more in an effort to ease cramps or refocus my thoughts than out of discomfort.  I reached a state of serenity, my body and mind finally at peace.

He didn’t say a word until he stood to release me.  He undid the gag, and removed my hood.  The brightness of the lights was jarring, as was the breaking of the scene- it took me a moment to be able to look him in the eye.  I had experienced such intimacy at his hands, and had given him vulnerability and submission- that kind of power exchange takes a moment to recalibrate when the scene is over.

He stayed to talk, ensuring that I was okay and put back together before he left.  He photographed my bruising breasts, gently and appreciatively running his fingertips over his handiwork.  We brought our dynamic slowly back to neutral, assuming our regular push and pull conversation. 

As he was leaving, he took me gingerly in his hands, leaning in to kiss me- and didn’t. 

Remind me not to earn another punishment from Mr. Envelope.

The Misadventures of Jessica: The Slumber Party, Part 2

Read part 1 here, and Jessica’s other misadventures here.

It took Jessica a moment to realize that she was naked; it took her another few moments to realize that she was sticky.  She woke underneath a pillow, assuming that she or Scott had squirmed in the night and rearranged things.  The room was still dark, her friends all fast asleep around her.  She stretched to get more comfortable, intending to roll over and snuggle up to Scott and fall back asleep- that’s when she clued in that her pyjama top was open.

Confusion turned into cold panic as she realized that her shirt wasn’t the only thing askew.  Her shorts were nowhere to be found; how did she end up naked?!  She sat up quickly, moving her arms to cover her exposed breasts.  There was a sticky substance on her breasts, and now on her arms that had crossed in front of her.  She took stock of her body, realizing that the sticky substance was also all over her feet, and some in her hair as well.  She began to think that there had been a slumber party prank.

Jessica got up quietly, tiptoeing to the washroom to clean herself off.  She took in her reflection in the mirror as she tried to figure out what she was covered in.  She watched as the milky white substance dripped down her breasts, some of it having already hardened in her hair.  The locket that Scott had given her was also covered- she prayed that it wasn’t ruined.

Was it pudding? Glue? Paint? As all the possibilities ran through her mind, she deliberately tried to stay away from the creeping realization that the substance was much more sinister than pudding.

She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but she knew deep down that it was cum.

Jessica felt her face flush, even though she was alone.  She had woken up at her own birthday sleepover, naked and drenched in cum.  This had to be a prank, and a cruel one at that.  Maybe she was wrong; maybe it was just paint or something made to look like cum.  She did her best to rationalize this option as she turned on the shower.  She hopped in, scrubbing her entire body until her skin was pink and raw.  She took off the locket, taking great care to ensure that it was cleaned.  Her mind spun as she scrubbed- who would do this to her? What kind of a sick prank is it, especially with her boyfriend right beside her?  Was he in on it?  

She immediately dismissed the notion that Scott had anything to do with it- he would never humiliate her like that.  It must have been the other guys- his friends.  But why? As much as she tried, she couldn’t come up with any reason.  She begun to doubt herself- did it really happen? Maybe this was all a dream.  What on earth was she going to do?

She got out of the shower, rubbing the towel on her breasts, hair and feet, scrubbing away the phantom cum that she had long ago washed off.  She got dressed in new pyjamas, these ones flannel and warm and comforting.  She suppressed tears as she looked at herself in the mirror, her birthday having taken a dark turn.  How was she going to tell Scott what had happened? Would he be angry with her? Was this cheating?  Of course not- she knew that- but would he be angry that she accused his friends? Who else could it have been?

Jessica realized that she had no proof that anything had happened; it was just her word against theirs- and she didn’t even know who “they” were.  She resolved not to say anything to anyone- she would keep her humiliation private, and do her best to move on with her life.  With that in mind, she went back to her sleeping bag, taking extra care to zip it up around her and tuck into Scott’s arms before drifting back off into a fitful sleep.

Everyone woke in the morning without incident- it was only Jessica who had been targeted and humiliated.  She was antsy to get everyone out of her house- she just wanted to be alone to grieve her reputation and supposed friendships.  Scott shot her a couple of questioning looks, but didn’t say anything- he likely just assumed that she was tired from all of the festivities.  His friends were totally normal all morning- joking around with each other, thanking her politely for inviting them.  She searched each of their eyes for guilt or knowledge of what happened, and came up with nothing.

When the last of her guests left that morning, she crumbled to the floor and cried.

At least an hour or two had passed, the tears freely flowing from her body until she was nothing but sobs.  She was in the fetal position with tears running down her face when someone came in the door- Dan.  She was startled, and sat up quickly as she tried to quiet her sobs and dry her eyes.  “Hey, Jessica, we forgot something- sorry to bother you,” he said in a friendly tone.  He walked into her living room and was followed by a few of the other guys- Mark, Eric, Mike, and Kyle.  She looked up at them from her position on the floor, sniffling and wiping her tears.  

“Aw, what’s wrong?” Kyle asked sweetly, “did you not have a good birthday?”

“Nothing,” Jessica said quickly, “I’m fine.  What did you forget?”

“Well,” Dan began, a smile forming at the corners of his lips, “we wanted to give you one last gift.”  The other guys smirked, clearly in on some inside joke.

Jessica was so lost in her own vulnerability and shame that she didn’t understand the connotation.  “Thanks, guys, but I’m kinda tired- can we do this later?” she asked, eager to be alone.  

“It’ll only take a second,” Dan assured her, handing her a wrapped box.  Please, we worked hard on it- open it,” he said.

Jessica took the box, tastefully wrapped in her favourite shade of pink- almost exactly the same colour as the polish on her toes.  “You guys didn’t have to get me anything, thank you,” she said politely, quickly tearing at the wrapping paper.  The faster she opened the gift, the faster they would leave her alone to cry in peace.

She held a photo album in her hands.  When she opened it she saw photos that Mark had taken throughout the night- the poker tournament, the games they had played, various groups of people laughing and having a good time.  Jessica was touched at the thoughtfulness of the gift- a great keepsake of the happier memories of her party.  She flipped through the photos, making an effort to smile.  “This is so thoughtful,” she said, right before she dropped the album.

When she flipped a page, she saw a photo of her naked breasts.  With shaky hands she picked up the album, flipping to the next photo.  Jessica’s nakedness was on full display in photo after photo; her breasts, her pussy, lips held open, hands all over her.  Cold dread enveloped her, her focus solely on each photo.  She forgot about the men standing in front of her, and flipped through each horrific image as what had happened dawned on her. 

She saw the first cum shot and froze; she had been right- it was cum that covered her body.  She watched the photos like a slow-motion video, each man taking their turn using her body for his own pleasure.  When she got to the last shot, an artful photo of cum dripping down her toes with the rest of her nudity in the background, she dropped the album for a second time.

“You…” she said, unable to find any words.

“Yes, we…” Dan said smugly, picking the album up off the ground.  “We had a bit of fun at your expense, I’m afraid,” he said, moving closer to her.  “You are a gorgeous girl, Jessica, we just couldn’t help ourselves,” he said, putting his hand on her shoulder.

She cowered away from him, feeling defensive and cornered.  “Get out,” she said quietly.  

“Not yet,” Kyle said, moving closer to her.  “We are here to finish what we started last night, birthday girl,” he continued.  “You see, you were such a good girl last night, letting us do anything we wanted to you- you were so hot, so accommodating- we talked this morning, and decided that we want more.”

“Absolutely not, get OUT!” Jessica screamed, standing and getting ready to run away from them.  She didn’t realize that she had nowhere to go.  “Jessica, just make this easier on yourself,” Mark said compassionately.  “We have about a hundred compromising photos of you- that we could share with anyone- including Scott, or your parents…the list is endless,” he said evenly.  “And you know we will- so why don’t you be a good girl and just let us use you, and we promise to keep the photos to ourselves,” he finished.

Horror filled Jessica’s body as she realized that he was right- she was in an impossible predicament, with five of her boyfriend’s friends in front of her, set on overpowering her and using her body- just as they had the night before.  “No, guys, please…” Jessica stammered, knowing that she had already lost.

They all inched toward her, hands pulling at her pyjama shirt.  Dan ripped it open, sending buttons scattering across the floor.  “That’s it, show us those gorgeous tits,” Mark said.  Two of the men held her arms behind her when she tried to cover herself, as someone else pulled her pants down.  She realized that she was completely helpless, and tried her best to withdraw into herself until the horror and humiliation was over.

The men around her started stroking their cocks as they groped her.  She felt rough hands squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples, while others invaded between her legs.  She heard them talking to each other as if she wasn’t even there.

“Fuck, these are nice tits,” Mark said.

“Let’s get her laying down- I want to taste that pussy,” Dan said as the men carried her to bed.  Jessica was limp, not even begging them to stop- she didn’t want to give them the satisfaction.  She held back tears as they spread her legs, the fingers of two men invading both of her holes. She cried out as she felt fingers slide into her ass, her efforts to close her legs foiled as men held them open. 

“Just lay still, it won’t hurt as much,” Mark encouraged her, gently stroking her face as he squeezed her nipple.  

Someone started to rub her clit, and she moaned in pleasure- she didn’t mean to, it just happened.  “What a good little slut, getting all wet to be raped,” Eric said before he pressed his tongue to her clit.  Jessica shivered, her next moan suppressed as a cock was forced into her mouth.

“That’s it, good girl, suck my cock,” someone said, and Jessica did as she was told.  She could feel him hardening in her mouth as the rest of them continued to use her body.  “You are going to make each of our cocks nice and hard so we can rape you with them,” Dan instructed. 

“You’re going to help us rape you, slut,” Eric laughed.

Jessica sucked cock after cock, crying as they forced back into her throat.  She was covered in her own spit and sweat, and it started to mix with theirs as they spit all over her body to further humiliate her.  When the first cock forced its way into her body she screamed, the rough assault a direct contrast to Scott’s tenderness.  She squeezed the locket that he had given her for her birthday, desperate to hold on to a shred of the woman she was before her birthday.

She clung to the locket as they raped her, cock after cock forcing into her pussy and ass, her tears and screams going ignored.  She felt hands all over her, taking things from her that she didn’t even know she had to give.  She realized at some point that Mark had been taking photos the whole time, which took any final fight that she had out of her entirely.

“We covered her last night, let’s fill her today,” Dan suggested, and each of the men enthusiastically agreed.  She took load after load of cum in her pussy and ass, Mark’s camera capturing every cream pie.  When the last load emptied into her, he took a few more final photos, the men holding her legs, lips, and ass open with their hands so that Mark could get the perfect shots of her humiliation.

“Such a good girl,” Dan said, gently stoking her hair.  “We won’t show the photos, as long as you keep us happy.”

Jessica laid still as the dread of having to do this again filled her.  “That’s right slut, you belong to us now.  You can keep fucking your boyfriend, but when we want to use you, you are ours.  Sometimes we will come as a group, sometimes just one or two of us- you will always open your legs for us, and let us do anything we want.  As long as you’re a good girl, the photos- and your secrets- are safe.  If you understand, say yes sir.”

Jessica sobbed, her body recoiling at the through of such imprisonment.  She thought about Scott, and how she didn’t deserve him now that she had been made into such a whore. 

She clutched his locket as she heard her voice say, “Yes, Sir.”

Read more about Jessica’s misadventures here.

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