Kelly's Sexual Awakening Pt. 05

"Hold on!" Immy shot up and out of the room, returning a moment later with a beach towel, which she put down on the chaise. "Okay. You're good." She backed away, not wanting to bump into him as he sat back down. He rotated to lie back, scooting up to rest his head on the angled surface. The lounge was long; long enough that Kenny's feet didn't reach the bottom.

Kelly brought the controller over, setting it between his feet. She confirmed it was turned off, the dials set to 1, and attached the leads. From what she'd already experienced, read online and from the poorly translated directions for this control box, getting the settings to work was a matter of personal taste, accessories, and the boy's anatomy. As she and Immy had practiced, the best starting position was to set all dials at the lowest setting and move them roughly at the same time. "You ready?" She looked up to see his face lit up in anticipation, her eyes grazing over his penis, fully erect now and pulsing with his heartbeat. He reached down and adjusted the loops slightly, before nodding. "Okay, I'm going to start slow, and you tell us when you want more."

She flipped the on switch and watched him jerk as the electricity hit his skin. He yelped in surprise and then recovered. "That okay?"

He nodded, squirming a little. "It's actually tickling. Maybe you should turn it up a little. At least on my legs...?"

Step by step she upped first one dial and then the next until he seemed to be getting into it. He had laid back his head, his pelvis jerking as the stimulation went through its up and down pattern. "Oh fuck," he whispered, stiffening his glutes to push up from the chair and then dropping back down.

Kelly knew what that felt like; she wanted to keep him in that state as long as she could, a sudden urge to keep him aroused until late in the night. "You watch him, k?" She said to Immy as she stood up and left to the kitchen. Grabbing the bottle, glasses, ice and water, she returned to the living room, setting the tray on the card table. "Y'all want some?" She poured three glasses. Immy grabbed hers; Kenny couldn't take his unless he sat back up.

"I'm going to take off my clothes, Kenny. You probably want to see me, right?" She knew he wanted to stare at her, that he'd been begging to see her naked in person for these past few weeks. Lying back at the angle of the chaise, he had to curl his head up, to see her. "Hey, Im?" Kelly nodded over to show her how Kenny was struggling. "Can you get me those two throw pillows?" With the pillows tucked under his head and shoulders, Kenny could focus his attention on her, his eyes glazing and dropping whenever the pulses crossed some threshold. "You want that drink now?" She offered him the glass.

She watched his cock and thighs as she pulled off her shirt, exposing her breasts. She could see Immy licking her lips and sipping from the glass, knowing how much she wanted to join her and how challenging getting naked in front of Kenny was going to be. She stood directly in front of him, letting him study her breasts as she reached for her glass to take another sip. "You want to feel these, don't you K?" She put the glass against one nipple and then the other, jerking at the cold, feeling them tighten exposed to the air. "Maybe if you're a good little puppy dog, I'll let you."

He just stared at her, shaking his head, his pelvis spasming, his eyes glistening, his cock pulsing. He took another sip from the glass before setting it down on the floor.

Kelly set her own glass down and peeled her jeans and underwear down. "You really wanted to see this again, didn't you, dog? You really liked jacking off to it in the park, yeah? Seeing me split wide open on that rock, yeah?" She kept the words flowing, reminding him of their first time together, working up through the past weeks, describing how the EStim made her cum for him. After she was on a roll, the little voice inside had stopped wondering how she could behave this way. Something new was starting in her that fed itself: a sense of control, of power, of confidence. She was beginning to like teasing him.

She saw he was getting even harder, his balls beginning to curl up in their sac. "Nnnh unnn, puppy dog. Tsk tsk tsk. Not yet." She flipped the switch with her toe and grabbed her glass to take another drink, watching his eyes snap open to look at her. She saw them flicker over to the side, and she turned to see Immy had removed her top, her coffee-and-cream breasts half hidden in the white lace bra. "mmmm, nice, Im. You're hoping she'll strip for you like me, hmmm puppy dog?"

He nodded slightly, his mouth agape, his tongue licking the whiskey off his lips. His cock was rock hard, pointing toward his navel, a tiny bead of liquid glistening on its tip.

She left him to sit by Immy's side. "You don't have to do this, you know," she whispered in her ear, her lips lightly touching her. Immy shivered at the touch and pulled away slightly, turning to her.

"I know," she said quietly, looking between Kelly and Kenny, comparing their bodies. "I'm...this...it's fucking...mmmmmm." She reached back and unclipped her bra letting her breasts pop out. "I don't know why I was making such a big thing about it." She lifted her butt off the couch cushion and slipped her shorts down her legs exposing her shaved labia, the barbell glistening.

"Ohhhh goddddd," Kenny moaned, his hands coming down to stroke his penis.

"NO!" Kelly jumped from the couch and crossed the floor in two steps, taking him by the wrists and pulling his hands away. She giggled at how aggressive she'd become. "Sorry, K. But no. You don't get to touch yourself. We're in control tonight. That's the game." She motioned with her head. "Lift up your butt. I want you sitting on your hands."

⇛ Today ⇚

Kelly looked around the room. Everyone was lost in their own heads, or between another's legs. Maureen, Julie and Adeline were daisychained, the slurping noises a backdrop to their moans, Sheila and Toby were deep into each other, but stopped when Kelly had paused.

"More?" Kelly asked them, watching as they nodded slowly, their eyes glazed. "K. I'm almost there. I'll get there a little faster if this pussy eater works her tongue in me just a little deeper." She could tell Maddie was tiring. No doubt her jaw needed a rest. She slid forward a tiny bit more, providing Mad a little relief. "You can use your fingers if you need to get to my g-spot," she offered quietly, moaning when Mad's fingers slipped inside her.

⇛ Mid April ⇚

It was becoming obvious he wasn't going to be able to cum with just the two cock rings and pads. An hour into his edging, Kelly and Immy had noticed his cock was flagging, a steady drip of pre-cum emitting from his hole.

It hadn't been enough that both women were now stripped and spread open. Immy had slid to the floor, but Kel preferred to stay on the couch. She had needed to get up several times to correct his behavior. Immy had actually started to finger herself, she was so out of it. Kelly knew what her own vagina looked like without sneaking a peek: her labia deeply flushed and swollen, her hood barely hiding her clit. She knew he couldn't really see those details, but, then again, she reasoned, her brain barely maintaining through the alcohol-fog, he didn't need to see the details: just having the two of them exposed to him, with the EStim going on and off was keeping him stiff. Stiff, aroused, but not able to cum.

"Okay, Kenny. I think you need a bit more, yeah?" Kelly stood up and straddled the lounge, her triangle level with his face, but centered over his cock. She knew he could probably smell her arousal, and that would probably kick him up a notch, so she moved her hands to her labia to peel them open for him to take a good look. Watching his face, she saw that hunger again; she imagined he was hoping to feel her up, or maybe even fuck her. She shook her head, her smile thin and unpromising. "No, K. Not today. Remember the deal, yeah? You get to cum from the EStim only."

Her voice had brought Immy back to the room, self-conscious she'd been masturbating, scooting her legs back together and then under her to push herself up. "fuckkkk. I need some water. Anybody else?"

They both grunted agreement and watched as she poured three glasses.

"I think we need to go to the next step, Im." Kelly said, holding her glass against her navel, watching him scanning her body.

Immy nodded, scrunching up her face. "I'm not gonna do it..." she looked at the tote bag.

"S'okay," Kelly said, clambering back over the lounge to get the bag. "Kenny will do most of the work, woncha, dog...?"

He stared at her backside, seeing her lips protruding between her legs as she bent over the bag to retrieve whatever was next. "I...guess...? Do I have a choice? I mean, I don't even..." He smiled, staring at his hard-on listing to one side.

Kelly sat on the floor, moving the butt plug and lube in front of her. "C'mon over here, K," watching him get up, concerned at the wires pulling on the box. She continued with her preparations, her attention divided between the wires and poking a hole into the tube with the cap. "They say it's easiest if you get on your hands and knees, and then put your head down on your arms, with your ass in the air." She felt her stomach rumble. You've had enough girl. She giggled again at how commanding she'd become.

"What!??" He had been about to crouch down but stopped, the wires tangled between his legs, looking back at the control box behind him.

"Hold on, K!" Immy dropped down and carefully fed the wires and box between his feet, making sure the leads were still attached.

"On your knees, bud. It's the only way. Otherwise you're not cumming tonight and you'll have a terrible case of blue balls." Kelly patted the carpet next to her feet, unwrapping the butt plug and unfurling its leads. She caught his expression as he knelt down, staring at the accessory and, for the first time since Wednesday, looked like he might back out. "C'mon. From what we've read, it sounds like it'll be amazing. I can't wait to see you explode. C'mon Kenny. You know you want to try it."

He looked between the plug and Kel's face, her breasts and between her legs, his cock jerking at the thought, the past hour's frustration adding to his calculation. And then he did as he'd been told, putting his forehead on his crossed arms, his cock pushing against his stomach.

"Okay, so here's what you need to do. Put your forehead on the floor and reach your hands back to your buns. I need you to spread them as wide open as you can so I can slip this in." She said it as coolly as she could, as if she was walking him through the spreadsheet.

She scuttled around behind him, watching as his asshole stretched open, brownish tinged skin getting darker as it entered his body, his hair sparser back here. She lined up the lubed tip of the pink plastic phallus with his wrinkly hole and slowly pushed against the sphincter. He jumped, losing his grip, letting his cheeks come back together.

"Hmmm, Kenny. That's not gonna work. Pull 'em open again so I can get this in." She waited until he spread himself again and then slowly pushed the tip into him, watching as he struggled against the invader, his sphincter closing and opening. It didn't matter what he did, she realized. The dildo was so smooth and slick, and it was fairly small, at least compared to the toys she was used to, that it just kept sliding past his defenses. It was about as long as her forefinger and three times as thick, flaring just before the base, where it narrowed back in, forming a small neck. She pushed until it couldn't go any deeper, feeling resistance against its head for the last 1/2 inch, watching as his asshole swallowed the flare, his sphincter seating itself in the neck of the plug. She gave his buns a little pat of encouragement.

"You might want to just stay like that for a bit," Immy suggested, to him, returning to the couch with a second beach towel. "I think I'll join you here," patting the space next to Kelly.

"mmm. In a minute, Im. I think I want to watch close up." She came back to sit down in front of Kenny, spreading her legs open so that her vulva were inches away from his head. "You can bring your hands back and push up so your back is flat. Then you can look at me, Kenny." Her tone was friendly. She really did want to make him cum...to see him cum...which, from this arrangement wouldn't happen. But she didn't expect this was the last position he'd be in. She'd already envisioned what that was going to be.

His eyes widened when he saw where she was, and he jerked and yelped when she flipped the switch on the controller, dialing up the plug to be even with the others.

"OH GOD! Oh god ohgod ohgod ohgod...fuckfuckfuckfuck...that's fucking fantastic....fuck fuckfuck."

The two women watched, fascinated as he bucked back and forth against the plug, the waves coming and going as the controller went through its patterns.

"You should come down here and look, Im!" Kelly had moved to Ken's side sliding onto her stomach to watch from under him. "He's super hard." He was. His cock was harder than she'd ever seen it, pulsing in time to the circuitry, his abs convulsing, his buns stiffening. A small droplet had fallen to the rug and another was forming at his tip. She watched again as his balls began to travel up toward the base of his shaft, and she shut the controller down.

"NOOOO!" He whined, swaying forward and back to get more stimulation. "FUCKKKK...ohh fuck that's intense." His face was flushed, and he crumpled his arms to relax his head against the floor. "Fuck. K. What's gotten into you?"

She looked at Immy and the two smiled at each other. "This is better than I could have imagined, K," Im said, getting up to grab their drinks. "How long do you want to go on?"

Kelly refused the glass. I have to keep it together. How long do I want to do this? He's ready. He'll blurp as soon as I let him. She imagined, just for a moment, that she wanted him to bury his mouth on her pussy, to make her cum, to earn his right to cum, but she couldn't do that. Not tonight at least. Not this time. But the idea that she'd have him do that another time settled in, and she smiled.

"What?" Immy knew that expression and she wanted in on the secret. But Kel wasn't ready to share that little fantasy quite yet. She wasn't sure she really could go there...ever.

"I'm not sure, Im. How long before we watch him splurt? How about it, Kenny? You ready to explode for us?"

He looked up from the floor, his hands a pillow for his forehead, and nodded. "Yeah. God, yes. This feels so goddamn good, but I can't stand the wait, K. I'm ready. That butt thing is like...fucking wacko and fucking amazing..."

"Okay. We'll let you. Go ahead and get back on the lounge. I have an idea."

He pushed himself to his feet and returned to the chaise, Kelly carefully bringing the controller and leads behind.

"Comfy?" She watched him settle in and nod. "K, K. Hands under your buns again." He moved them into position. "It's your turn, Im," nodding to the controller. "I'm gonna do something else."

Kelly straddled the lounge again, only this time facing toward his feet, standing directly above Kenny's face. Looking down she could see how much he was wanting this, and then he jerked, his head coming up from Immy turning on the controller, his gut cramping. "Uhn unn, dog. Not today." She gently pushed his head back down watching his cock jump, the white liquid forming another tiny drop in its eye. "Scrunch your shoulders in a little bit," she directed. Carefully, she placed one and then the other knee onto the chaise next to his shoulders, a jolt surprising her from the touch of their skin. I've barely ever touched him. She got on all fours, her hands down near his feet, her face right above his cock and then slowly pushed her breasts down against his stomach. Puppy dog position, she realized and laughed at the idea.

She was buzzing just from their skin touching: her knees/his shoulders, her calves/his arms, her arms/his thighs, and her breasts against his belly. She hoped her vagina was all he could see, even as she had a front row seat of his cock pointing at her.

She looked up at Immy's surprised face. "Don't let him cum before I do, Im. I'm soooo fucking turned on right now. All I want to do is squirt all over his face." She could hear Kenny groan, watching his penis pulse, his pelvis lifting. She had to be careful not to get too close. She didn't want any part of her to touch any part of his package.

With her upper body resting on his torso, she could swing her arms around. It meant resting her chin on his waist, his cock only an inch from her forehead. Threading her wrists between her legs, she opened her labia, slowly sliding one finger between them, knowing he could see her juices, could see how turned on she was, hoping her aroma was making him delirious. "I'm gonna cum on your face, Kenny, just like you're gonna cum on mine, right sweatheart?" The word just slipped out, but she didn't care. He grunted, whether in agreement or in time with the controller, as his gut and cock jerked.

She didn't know if this was going to happen, or if she could really orchestrate their cumming together, but she could feel her orgasm building, her juices slipping past her fingers, across her clit. She was soooo hard...he was soooo hard. She tipped her head back a little and watched him swelling, knew he must be close and she increased her pace, rubbing in circles, feeling her lubrication spraying out. Her attention was stretched between the jolts coming up from between her legs and the sight of his cock swelling, the head turning angry and purple and the orgasm burst out of her core, her juices ejaculating out of her, surprising her, and then his cum jetted onto her face, her eyes closing and her head tipping down without her control.

Rope after rope hitting her head, his moans in time with his climax. She didn't want it to end, her hand continuing to lick fire up her insides, her juices running down her legs. She reached back and found his face, discovered it was wet, figured it was from her, and slipped her fingers across his lips and then inside, watching through slitted eyes as his cock jumped again splurting white cream onto his pubic hair.

Somewhere, far away, she heard Immy moan and imagined she was stroking herself, lost in the scene. She saw his cock continue to pulse, whether from the EStim or his orgasm, she didn't have the energy to figure out. Another wave hit her as her finger bumped against her clit, the tip pushing against that spot inside and she collapsed onto him, the orange glow echoing up to her head and back down again. She could feel him pulsing with the EStim, her arms trapped between them, her hands sticky, his tongue sucking on her fingers.

"Immy," she whispered. "You need to turn it off." She may have lost consciousness, or maybe had been so focused on her climax she lost track of time. Pushing against her shoulders to make room, she pulled her fingers out of his mouth, slid her arms back and pushed up to all fours, staring toward the couch. Immy was splayed out, one leg on the couch back, the other foot on the floor, her hands still working between her legs. The controller was on the floor between them. Seeing Im was lost to the world, she carefully put her feet down, and stepped over the lounge, bending down to flip off the gadget. She almost fell over, her head dizzy, crumpling onto her knees instead to fall softly back onto her butt. "O, my fucking god," she exhaled, staring at the ceiling, turning her head to see Kenny's penis lolling toward her, feeling his cum dripping down her face. "Holy, fucking, shit." She untucked her legs and lay there, hearing Immy's moans, the slurping of her fingers. Moments later she smiled, hearing Immy crying out in small yips, cursing softly.