Hey 5’1 Shower Buddy,
Come on in.
The water’s fine.
cunnilingus
Halfway There, Part Five
“So, which breast you want bruised, then?” Flint asked. He likes to punish people for hesitation, I’ve noticed, so I blurted out that I wanted the left one bruised for the sake of avoiding any additional pain than what I was already getting. He cocked a brow. “Left, huh? Wow. Usually people don’t have an answer to that. But you’re just like, fuck this one.” He grabbed my breast in his hand and shook it for emphasis.
He’s got this thing called a rute stick that he uses rather often, and it’s absurdly painful. It looks like a bunch of long matchsticks looped together with a band. On the breasts, it hurts like crazy. I was crying out fairly quickly, making uncomfortable pained eye contact with Lida as I was getting hit.
Flint must have seen me looking at her, because he gestured for her to come over. “Lida, sit on her face,” he ordered. She did, straddling my head and lowering her pussy onto my face. I leaned up and started licking, but nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt Flint push the hitachi against my bare clit.
I am way too sensitive for it without a barrier, and I was just about to scream feeling it against my unprotected pussy. “Hey!” I exclaimed, “I…I can’t do this when you do that.”
“Then you’d better get back to work,” Flint said, moving the hitachi to a more comfortable area, where it actually felt pretty fantastic, “or I’ll put it back where it hurts."
Lida, already sensitive from Macy’s attentions on her pussy, was squirming on my face. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned against Lida’s pussy, focusing as best as I could on eating her out despite the vibrations between my legs.
Halfway There, Part Three
Once again, I couldn’t manage to relax until the three had left the room. For all my humiliation in the bathroom, I wound up lying back in an armchair, legs up, with Macy licking my pussy. So, ah, yeah. Guess it was worth it.
Flint had ducked into the shower and Lida was over on the couch. We were attempting to maintain some kind of a conversation. Please don’t ask me why. I guess I thought at the time that it would be a totally polite thing to do. So, I tried my hardest to talk to Lida despite the fact that there was totally a pretty girl on her knees and eating my pussy.
When Flint came out of the shower, I was still relatively coherent, all things considered.
“How’s she doing?” he asked.
I sucked in a breath. “G…good.”
“Really?” He took a seat on the couch. “Let me know. Could she be doing better?”
“N…no,” I stammered out, “she’s doing good."
I guess I was raised not to criticize gifts, I don’t know, but I felt awkward saying anything negative about a person when their mouth was right on my clitoris. She was doing pretty well, but I wasn’t about to point anything out in the position I was in.
"Really?”
I nodded. “R…really.”
Piss Shy, Part Eleven
Disclaimer: The content of this story is a little bit harsher and a little more intense than most of the experiences I have written about on here. Please keep in mind that I had safe words – “yellow” for slow down or do less, “red” for stop. The things I did were done willingly and enthusiastically, even when I demonstrated reluctant or fearful behavior. I like to be scared and I like to feel psychologically exhausted, and this experience allowed me to tread some harsher waters. So, I hope you’ll stick along for the ride.
Thankfully, my pussy got sore from the hitachi before I came, so I spared myself the consequences of that. The blindfold came off and went on Lida, who laid down on the towel. Flint put the hitachi on her clit and I ended up holding her hand with one hand while texting Sir with the other to check in and let him know that I had managed to hold off cumming.
It kind of reminded me of that story of how Mozart wrote music with one hand while holding his wife’s during labor with the other. Give me credit here. Texting one-handed is hard.
Lida’s got a hair-trigger as far as cumming goes, so she was launched into this spell of basically rolling orgasms rather quickly. She’s a cute little tiny girl, and she becomes a mess of little pouts and whines when she starts cumming. It’s kind of the cutest thing ever.
“Macy,” Flint said, taking the hitachi off of Lida’s clit, “go take Lida into the corner and have her teach you how to make her cum.” As the two retreated into the corner, Flint pointed between WRM and I, “and you two, over here.” He gestured to the couch.
I looked over my shoulder to see Macy busily burying her face into Lida’s pussy before joining WRM and Flint over at the couch.
Life goals.
This gif is making a pretty strong campaign for hottest thing I’ve seen in a while.
I’d probably die a thousand times over if I had to look at myself getting eaten out which is why I kind of really want to do it sometime except not at all except maybe sure.
This reminds me of the notion that you’ve got to lick something to let everybody know it’s yours.
“It seemed important to convey that I understood. Isn’t that what intimacy so often is? Supposing you understand, conveying that you do, because you feel in theory that you could understand, and you want to, and yet secretly you don’t?” — Rachel Kushner, The Flamethrowers
Squirm.