How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... it all in," John murmured, his voice dripping with a mix of cruelty and pleasure. "You're doing so well, Emily. Just a bit more."

From my position, I couldn't exactly see how far he had progressed, but I could feel the intense stretch nearing its peak. The pressure, though uncomfortable, was also undeniably arousing. The sensation was paradoxical – it hurt, but in a way that made you crave more.

With one final, deliberate push, I felt the base of the plug settle against Emily's skin. The widest part had passed, and her body now clenched around the more narrow neck of the toy, holding it in place.

"Look at that," John chuckled, admiring his handiwork. "Perfect fit. Now, Jeanie, brace yourself. You're next."

A wave of anticipation washed over me, and though I had just felt everything Emily experienced, the thought of what was next for me made my heart race all over again.

The peculiarity of the sensation was almost indescribable. While Emily’s plug felt like a constant, unyielding pressure, the sensation of having that very plug within me was oddly absent when John began inserting my own. From my vantage point, knees on the ground, face pressed against the cool floor, I couldn't see the device John was about to use on me. But I'd seen it earlier – it was long, slender at the tip, and then gradually expanding in girth.

"Look at you, already so inviting," John remarked with a hint of mockery, his fingers tracing over my already exposed and slightly gaping hole, ...

... a result of feeling Emily's intense stretching.

But when John started with my plug, it was a whole different story. At first, it felt almost absent, as if my body was just a void. It slid in effortlessly, with only a hint of pressure. It was as if my body, having felt what Emily had gone through, prepared itself, assuming a similar intensity awaited.

However, as the plug delved deeper, the sensation changed. This plug, unlike Emily's, seemed to adapt, taking turns and twists. It was more flexible, curving and contouring to my inner anatomy. The slender tip gave way to the broader midsection, but it was a gentler transition compared to Emily's plug.

The deeper it went, the more I felt it pressing against places inside me I wasn’t even aware could feel such sensations. The stretches were less abrupt, more like waves ebbing and flowing, yet the depth it reached was a new kind of intensity. I gasped, the sensation wholly mine and not mirrored from Emily.

"That's it, almost there," John murmured, his tone softer now, almost encouraging. And with a few more measured pushes, the plug settled deep within me, its length ensuring it reached places the other plug couldn’t.

"There you go," John whispered, a hint of genuine admiration in his voice. "Both of you filled so beautifully. How does it feel, Jeanie? Knowing you both share this experience together?"

It was overwhelming - the blend of sensations, Emily’s and mine, layered over each other. The heavy fullness from ...