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Posted in Uncategorized on August 30, 2013 by

…I forget how it started, but I very quickly found myself bent over Garnet’s legs with my ass in the air and their fingers in my cunt.  I think maybe they were showing me how wet I was?  But they started finger-fucking me, and then they told me to get whichever dildo I wanted.  I brought back two, having trouble deciding.  Garbet smirked at me.  ”What, you want one in each hole?”  I quickly chose.

They started pushing the dildo into me, fucking me hard and deliciously.  After a little while, they gave me a vibrator.  They also called Conall and put their phone on speaker.

I was getting close to coming, making little whimpery noises as I frantically pushed myself back on the dildo.  I asked permission to come.  ”Should we let her?”  Garnet asked.

“Well…you know how much I enjoy a countdown,” Conall replied.

They made me count backwards from 30, while I was so close to the edge.  It was so hard to keep track of the numbers, and several times I very nearly lost count.  Garnet laughed at me.  ”You’re only making it harder on yourself,” they chided.

Finally, I reached one and they let me come.

The Nerdiest Threesome Ever

Posted in Uncategorized on August 21, 2013 by

So lately I’ve been getting to know Conall better.

I used to have a lot of very strong feelings about him, mostly fueled by jealousy and feeling threatened and also anger on Garnet’s behalf, but…it turns out that now things have settled down some, and I’m working real hard on dealing with my jealousy stuff, and I’m getting to know him better, he’s actually a pretty cool person.

And so, when he came over to hang out with Garnet and me, I was okay with it.  I was even…kind of excited, actually.  We had been batting around the idea of all three of us fooling around, and while it was unclear whether anything would happen that day, the prospect was still exciting.

Before he even came over, Garnet wanted to have an orgasm.  They asked if I’d help, and of course I was eager to do so.  They put on some porn and got out the Hitachi.  I looked doubtfully at my nails, which were on the longer side.  ”Do you want me to put on a glove, or…?” I said, showing them my fingers.  They assured me that it’d be fine, and I began to slip my fingers inside them one by one.  There were a few false starts, but after a little bit I found that spot inside them and I could feel that they were getting closer to coming.  I kept exclaiming over how wet they were (I think it’s been a while since I finger-fucked them without a glove, and I was sure I could feel way more than normal), my fingers slipping over their delicious, wet insides, harder and faster.  Soon, they were moaning and their skin flushed and then they squeezed my fingers tight as they came.  They came a lot, and I could feel it so much more than I have before.  They squeezed my fingers tight, moaning and gasping.  When they were done, they fell back against the pillows and grinned.  ”That’s the longest orgasm I’ve ever had!”  I giggled delightedly.

We got ourselves put back together, and Conall came over and Garnet decided we’d play Magic.  Yes, Magic the Gathering.  Yes.  But anyway…some day I will learn that I’m way happier actually participating in things than I am just watching.  Garnet and Conall played the first game while I flopped around on the bed and played games on my phone and tried not to sulk.  Garnet pretty much insisted that I join the second game.

The second game…well…we’d talked about how playing strip Magic would work.  And we decided to try it out.  For every two lives lost, players had to remove an article of clothing.  When we started, we were all wearing three things.  We agreed that if anyone lost lives after losing all their clothes, they’d have to perform some sort of task.  I am pretty new to playing Magic, and so I lost my clothes pretty quickly.  It was fun, though, playing and laughing and making each other take off clothes.  Conall and I both ended up naked around the same time, and then we had to put clips on our nipples.  And then we both got knocked out of the game around the same time.  Garnet was naked except for their hat, and decreed we would each have to take a beating for the rest of our tasks.

They put us back-to-back, holding hands, and got out their riding crop.  They gave me five hard strokes across my thighs, and I yelped and squirmed and got close to tears.  They circled us, and Conall got five strokes.  Then I got five more.  Stripes very quickly showed up on my thighs.

With the game over, we all looked at each other wondering what to do next.  We had a quick conversation about limits and boundaries and what was and wasn’t okay, and then someone suggested that I should squirt for their entertainment.  I agreed and Garnet put down a towel, then grabbed the Hitachi.  They’re getting ridiculously good at making me squirt, and between the Hitachi on that spot and their fingers inside me I got very close very quickly.  They asked and I nodded and they pulled their fingers out and suddenly I was squirting hard.  Liquid basically shot out of me.  I wish I could have actually seen it…

Once I’d squirted and could move again, and we’d gotten rid of the towel, Garnet decided to grant me an orgasm.  It went like this – me on my back on the bed, with Garnet on all fours over me and Conall standing behind them.  They slipped their fingers back inside me and pressed the Hitachi on my clit again…I wriggled underneath them as Conall pushed his fingers into them from behind.  It was…really delicious, actually.  It took a little bit for me to work up to coming (sometimes it’s hard to come with an audience) but the build up was delicious and when I did come it was super intense and Garnet whispered encouragement at me and I let out a really loud moan and they were moaning, too, and it was awesome.

When I could move again, we rearranged ourselves on the bed.  Garnet asked Conall if he’d like them to return the favor, and he agreed to it.  After quickly talking out what they’d do, it was agreed that Garnet would jerk him off.  I was worried this part might be tricky for me to watch, and I started out not looking, but soon I was spooning Garnet from behind and stroking their clit as they worked Conall’s cock with their hand.  They both just looked so attractive, and the interaction between them was really hot to watch.  Eventually I had to let up on Garnet’s clit, as I didn’t have enough lube and they were getting sore, but I kept watching, and it was really exciting watching the way they interacted as Conall came.

After that, I was even able to watch Conall get Garnet off, which again I thought would be difficult but it wasn’t.  Then we all just kind of collapsed into a cuddle pile, and I marvelled at how well things had gone.  ”We just had a threesome,” I observed brilliantly, “and no one felt left out or upset, right?”

“Nope,” Garnet confirmed, “why?  Did you?  Are you okay?”

I said I was, and Conall assured us that he was fine, too.  ”And no one tried to renegotiate boundaries in the middle, and no one was uncomfortable.  Wow…”  I was excited and impressed.  Apparently a threesome done correctly is awesome.

The next day, I sent Conall a nice text thanking him and checking in that everything was okay, and he replied in kind.

I think maybe we could actually be pretty good friends.  And I’m excited for all three of us possibly fooling around together more in the future…

Slutspace

Posted in Uncategorized on August 14, 2013 by

I don’t remember exactly how we started, but it seems like as soon as we got upstairs my clothes were off and Garnet’s hands and mouth were against my skin.  I think they started with my breasts, teasing my nipples and the skin just below them until I was moaning and wriggling.  I must have been really wet, because when they slid their fingers into my cunt they slipped in easily without lube.

They fucked me hard and fast, pushing on my g-spot and filling me up.  They bit me.  They bit me on my breast and on the skin over my ribs and across my belly.  It hurt.  It hurt a lot, but their fingers inside me felt so good and I thumped my fists against the pillows and whimpered and it balanced out.  
They moved on to my thighs, biting hard.  Then they bit down on the mound just above my cunt, and it was very nearly more than I could take.  My hips bucked and I may have actually cried out, it was so intense.  They stopped very quickly, just when I could just feel the beginnings of tears gathering my eyes, they stopped and let go.  They kept pushing their fingers into me.
They told me later that I took it really well.  They told me I was a good girl.
At some point they asked me if I’d brought a vibrator, which I hadn’t.  I haven’t been travelling with vibes as much since I started my meds and mostly use the Hitachi.  But I didn’t mind, everything just felt so amazing, being fucked and filled and used like that.
When they flipped me over onto my stomach, with their fingers still inside me, I was gone.  I pretty much lost the ability to think about anything about how good it felt, how right it felt, to be fucked like that.  I was moaning and whimpering and making tiny noises and thrusting myself back onto their fingers, trying to fill myself up as much as I could.  It felt like this was what I was meant for, to have my cunt be stretched and pounded, hard and fast and deliciously full.  I get like that sometimes.  Feeling like all I’m meant for is to be fucked, and it’s perfect, and I never want it to stop.  At some point they bit me again, hard, and all I did was take it.
Slowly, they pushed the thumb of their other hand into my ass.  I could feel them opening me up, my ass opening up to take them.  It was so good, being all opened up and filled like that.
They stopped a little while later.  I let out a soft wail as their fingers pulled out of my cunt, disappointed at being empty.  ”Aww, are you upset that you’re not going to come?” they asked, teasingly.
“I don’t even care I just want more…” I gasped.  ”I just want to be fucked.”  I lay there, still occasionally wiggling my hips, trying to get the sensation back.  ”I’m confused,” I whined.
“Why?” they laughed.
“I don’t understand why my cunt is empty…”
They laughed at me again, and petted and soothed me.  When I’d come back to myself I told them again how good it had all felt.  ”I was pretty deep in slutspace,” I said, giggling.  I hadn’t thought to use that word before, but it’s accurate when I get like that, and I stop thinking and just feel…
I’m looking forward to the next time they take me there.