For my part, I still feel awkward taking part in in. As an introvert, flaunting my body does not come naturally to me. But, when you have a pair of besties like the Titty Twins, it's challenging to get given much choice in the matter, especially when they are so grabby with their hands and expert at swiftly removing your garments before you even realise that your attire is under siege.
I guess at least part of my potential embarrassment at being disrobed by them is mitigated by the knowledge that way more eyes are going to be on Emmy and Jess than are on me. I mean, their chests are certainly both very effective at drawing the gaze. Who wouldn't want to just stare at their magnificent mammories? Which allows me to just get lost in the background a little, which is fine with me.
Except there is one person whose attention I know that I will never be able to escape, not that I would necessarily want. Just take today as an example; as soon as Jess had other places to be and left me alone with Emmy, Emmy pounced on me. She's always lusting after me and it gets harder and harder with each day to rebuff her. And her appetite for me only grows stronger with each and every taste that she gets of my love.
So while you may have noticed that Emmy and I have been sharing more and more intimate moments together, I still have to try to keep some sort of leash on her, otherwise I don't think she would let me out of her bed. Enter the vouchers that I've been forcing her to use.
I've spoken about them quite a few times already but a quick reminder; if Emmy ever wants help me continue my journey of sexual discovery by pushing me further down the path from straight woman to a bona fide Em-sexual, she has to redeem one of the very limited number of vouchers I gave her for Christmas. The idea being, this forces her to ration the amount of time she spends trying to get between my legs and gives me a bit of a breather to do things other than roll around naked with her.
And, so far, I have managed to be very strict with her. No 'below the waist' naughtiness with the redemption of a voucher. But she finally broke the rules today with some unsanctioned naughtiness. I will confess that I may have slightly encouraged her slightly but it was never my intent for things to go as far as they did.
When she pounced upon me to smoother me with kisses and she pressed her thigh against my aching bean, I couldn't resist softly rubbing my slit against her soft skin, moistening it with my wetness that have been building all morning as I'd been getting more and more horny.
Even when she then slipped me a finger, although I objected, they really was just hollow protestations and I allowed her to continue under threat of being punished at a later date for transgressing the rule forbidding fingering without an appropriate voucher.
One finger became two fingers. I knew I shouldn't have let her get away with it, but I was soooooo fucking horny. Just a couple of fingers. What harm could it be? Especially since, when her lips did start to descend my body, I was able to swiftly nip that in the bud by grabbing and handful of her hair to pull her head back up to where she could do no worse than continue to passionately make out with me.
Except, in the end, it wasn't just two fingers, was it? When it comes to sex, you give Emmy an inch and she'll take a fucking mile instead...
As she was rubbing me nicely towards an orgasm, expertly stimulating my G-sport, she leaped on top of me, interlocking our bodies so that she could press her own wet petals against mine. Maybe I had been oblivious because I had been so focussed on her playing with me, but she was also extremely wet, presumably from rubbing herself at the same time as she was working on me
This was a serious breach of the rules of our Emsexual relationship and one that I can assure you will receive an appropriate level of punishment. And, when I say punishment, I really mean torture...
Regardless, I was too far along to fight her off. All I could do was given in and let her have her way with me as she humped the shit out of my wet and sticky cunt. I just had to console myself in the knowledge that I was on the precipice of cumming so it wasn't going to last for long anyway.
Soon enough, white cum was leaking from my entrance and smearing all over hers as she enthusiastically continued to grind her sex against mine. Good thing for her that I was in the midst of enjoying a very pleasant orgasm, which certainly toned down my ongoing outrage at her transgression, at least a little.
I guess it was then her turn to cum. I was too lost feeling cum drunk to really pay attention by that point. More concerned about riding that post-orgasm wave of delirium for as long as possible.
I can say that I felt her squirt against me, presumably blasted away my creamy cum with her high-pressure clear juices. It's what I've come to expect from her. When she cums, she's light a jet washer with the ways she sprays her squirt everywhere.
So, that is why I think I can confidently say that she did indeed cum. That, and that she then flopped onto me with a satisfied sigh to enjoy some post-orgasm kisses and snuggling. Which, I have to confess, is my favourite part of having sex with her. I love those tender moments when it feels like the whole of existence has shrunken down to just the two of you sharing the most intimate of moments together.
God damn it... she's made me so fucking gay for her! But. mark my words, she will be punished for her disregard for proper voucher protocol and she will be punished... I'm sorry, I mean tortured for it. No amount of orgasms or gay crushing on her was ever going to be able to spare her from that fate. And, just like you, she'll have to patient wait to find out where, when and how that's going to happen.
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