1. Bad Habits Need Hard Measures


    Date: 11/5/2014, Categories: Spanking, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

    formed into a pretty, impatient pout. My fingers knew what to do. Jenny and Becca leaned forward, and then I felt their fingers roam over my thighs. Sparks exploded wherever they touched. I pushed two fingers deep inside and flicked my clit hard. “Oh my god!” “You’re beautiful!” Jenny whispered and trailed her fingernails down the insides of my thighs. “Show us how you finger-fuck yourself!” Becca urged and did the same. I exploded. My pussy clenched around my fingers and sent pulses of pleasure through me. My legs gave way and I slid to the floor, shaking and moaning, ending up rolled into a ball at their feet, two fingers buried all the way inside my snatch. I shook with delightful sparks. When I had caught back my breath and my endorphin levels had gone down far enough to form a rational thought, I wanted to vanish on the spot. I slowly got to my feet, trying not to look at the faces of my roommate and her editor. “Miranda?” Becca’s voice was soft. “Hm?” I bit my lip. “Why don’t you take a seat between us. I think we need to talk.” I sent her a short glance. “You mean, like this?” I gestured down my naked body. “There will be nothing we haven’t seen, will there?” “I guess not.” I sat down. They didn’t shift apart, so I was squeezed in between them, their legs and upper bodies touching me. “I think we crossed a line,” Becca admitted. I almost giggled. This was absurd. “A line you had planned to cross all along,” I shot back. “Not… not all along.” Her fingers touched my ...
    chin and turned my face toward her. “At first, I really just wanted to try and scare you away from smoking with the spanking idea. But you reacted so… cute.” Her eyes closed for a moment. “And things somehow just seemed to go from there. If you had asked me to stop, I would have.” She looked hard into my eyes. “You never did.” I tried to hold her gaze, but she appeared to look right through my self-delusions. I swallowed hard. “I guess I didn’t.” “And your pussy was dripping every time.” I blushed. I tried to turn away, but she held my chin and clucked her tongue. I whispered, “It was.” “And I bet it still is.” She started to lean forward, closer and closer. My breath started to fly. She was going to… For a moment, my eyes grew wide, but then my lips parted on their own volition, welcomed hers which pressed against them soft and warm and delicious, sending little sparks through mine. I moaned, and her tongue entered my mouth, hungry, searching, and my arms wrapped around her while hers buried themselves in my hair. I had never been kissed like this before, possessive, intense, and I melted in her arms. When we had to come up for air, I remembered that Jenny was still there. Becca read my embarrassed look easily. “Jenny’s not just my editor,” she whispered into my ear. “She’s also my lover.” “Your… lover?” “Yes. And we’d like to share you. Would you like that?” I was speechless. Did I want that? The idea was so forbidden that I instantly felt guilty. But then my mind weaved ...