How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... touch was a silent testament to the connection we shared. And as John continued his relentless pace, the lines between pleasure and pain, desire and resistance, blurred even further.

The first streaks of dawn began to paint the horizon in hues of soft orange and pink, adding a surreal ambience to the already intense scene unfolding in the hot tub. The gentle sound of birds beginning to sing their morning chorus was in sharp contrast to the heavy, passionate noises emanating from us.

John's rhythm with Jeanie intensified, his hands gripping her hips tightly, pulling her to meet each thrust. "You feel that, Jeanie? Do you like how that feels?" he growled, his voice rough with lust.

Jeanie's response was a breathy moan, her eyes closing tightly for a moment. "Yes, Master," she replied, her voice trembling slightly, caught between desire and submission.

Their rhythm became my rhythm. The sensation of Jeanie's lips on mine became even more electrifying, as if charged by John's energy. The world seemed to slow down and every sensation was amplified.

Seeing the look of ecstasy on my face, John smirked. "Do you like watching me take her, Emily?"

I could only nod, too overwhelmed by the barrage of sensations to form words.

John then whispered something in Jeanie's ear, something I couldn't quite catch. Her eyes widened momentarily, but she nodded in agreement. "Make her feel everything, Jeanie," John commanded, his voice firm.

Suddenly, I felt it. It was as ...

... if an invisible force was inside me, mirroring John's every move within Jeanie. The sensation was jarring, surreal, and intense. I gasped, gripping the edges of the hot tub, my eyes locked onto Jeanie's.

Her lips parted from mine as she whispered, "I'm sorry, Emily." But her apology was drowned by a collective moan as the intensity of what we were both feeling increased tenfold.

Jeanie's eyes, shimmering with a mix of tears and lust, bore into mine. They held a depth of understanding, of shared experience. In that moment, amidst the rising sun and the swirling waters, we were connected in ways beyond the physical.

The intensity grew and grew until it was nearly unbearable. The hot tub's bubbling waters became background noise to our synchronized breathing and moans. I could feel the pulse of John's desire growing stronger, and as he thrust deeper into Jeanie, I could swear I felt every inch of him inside me as well.

Jeanie and I locked eyes, both of us on the edge of climax. Her gaze held a plea, a hope for release, and a glint of shared understanding. We were both trapped in this shared ecstasy, and we'd reach the peak together.

As John gave one final, powerful thrust, I felt a hot rush within me, an echoing sensation of what Jeanie was experiencing. The world blurred, and for a moment, the rising sun, the bubbling water, and the weight of the past hours disappeared. All that remained was pure, unadulterated pleasure.

John let out a deep, guttural groan, ...