Dawn was my cousin, and I shouldn't have been sexually attracted to her, but as she pressed her naked body intimately into mine, I felt a wet throbbing in my sex and silently felt guilty. I had developed a huge crush on Dawn, and I felt a deep sense of shame about it, but she was just so alluring and having her young, firm body with its warm, soft skin pressed against my naked body was a huge trigger for my libido.
If you ever met Dawn, you'd understand how I could have developed such a powerful crush on her.
Dawn was an adorable teenager with a welcoming personality and a face like a Disney princess. She had a long, lithe figure, with firm breasts, a flat stomach, and a tight ass.
Once you combine her stunning good looks with her bubbly personality and easy-going friendly affection, I had no choice but to fall for her.
I felt guilty about having a crush on my cousin, but Lyndsay thought it was cute. She said that Dawn and I made for a "cute couple", and she insisted that Dawn needed to be invited over so the three of us could have sex together.
"You do realize that my mother will punish me again if I have sex with Dawn."
Masochistic girls like me dread the punishments that we receive, but at the same time we derive a wicked sort of sexual excitement from them. Of course, if we asked for punishments, it would make us feel as if we'd lost all self-respect. It was better to have punishments forced upon us.
"I know," Lyndsay replied, "Isn't that just wonderful? I get a yummy feeling just thinking about you getting whipped by your mother!"
Lyndsay was incorrigible. She had led me down a road of shame, depravity, sexual objectification and harsh punishments, and she kept leading me further and further down that road. Did my girlfriend have no limits?
The longer I knew her, the more emotional levers and buttons she discovered within me that she could pull and push. She had become an expert at turning my life into an erotic, emotional rollercoaster.
"Invite her over," Lyndsay insisted. "I guarantee you'll have fun."
* * *
Dawn didn't need much in the way of coaxing. She was eager to pay me a visit. Even before I mentioned that sex was on the table, she was enthused about seeing me again. Dawn and I had always had a positive relationship. We both did ballet training when we were younger, we're both big fans of Scarlett Johansen, we're both big fans of Amber Heard, we loved Gal Godot in the Wonder Woman movies, we've binge watched all the Avengers movies together, we both hate Donald Trump and we both love fiction authors like Neil Gaiman, Laurel K. Hamilton, Terry Pratchett and Jim Butcher.
So, Dawn came over and we spent an hour chatting and enjoying each other's company before Lyndsay brought up the topic of sex.
Per the rules of the household, I was already naked. I'm not allowed to wear clothes in Lyndsay's home unless there's some sort of special circumstance. As a result, Lyndsay and Dawn were fully clothed, while I was utterly naked and shockingly exposed. Lyndsay likes to have me feeling vulnerable and constantly reminded that she's the dominant one in our relationship.
"Having naked orgasmic fun time with Gwen is amazeballs," Dawn said, "but if we do this, my Aunt Lillian will turn my ass red."
"Yes, I'm well aware of that," Lyndsay said, "I think the idea of your aunt stripping you naked and doling out harsh punishments is sexy."
"Oh, my poor bottom," Dawn said. "She has a collection of whips and riding crops you know. Each one more painful than the last."
Dawn complained about how much my mother's punishments hurt, but I knew that Dawn was a masochist who got excited about harsh corporal punishments just as I did. We both complained about how much they hurt, but that didn't negate the fact that we both got wet at the idea of submitting to a dominant woman who would deal out cruel punishments.
When Dawn was done with her ritualistic complaining about how much pain was going to be inflicted on her cute bottom, Lyndsay took me in her arms and kissed me. Then she pulled away from me and passionately kissed Dawn. Then Lyndsay gave me an impish look before gently pushing Dawn and me together. I melted into Dawn's arms and suddenly my cousin's lips were melded to mine.
My body responded instantly to Dawn's tender touch. I could feel a tingling between my legs and my heart pounded out a high-spirited, jubilant drumbeat, as I returned her passionate kiss and felt her clothed body pressed intimately into my naked one.
I moaned into Dawn's mouth as her tongue caressed mine, creating more tingly feelings that began with my tongue, but traveled all down my body, making my pussy throb with hungry spasms, and stiffening my nipples into hard, swollen nubs.
In between passionate kisses, Dawn made sexy, panting, heavy breathing noises--- I loved the sounds that she made. And then we were kissing again, and I felt her wicked tongue sliding teasingly over mine.
At some point while we were kissing, one of Dawn's hands drifted down and took hold of one of my buttocks, fondling it as the kissing became more passionate and my body temperature seemed to climb higher and higher.
At some point, Lyndsay interrupted our snogfest and insisted that Dawn was wearing far too many clothes.
"Sorry," Dawn replied, and then she grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head.
Eager to get Dawn out of her clothes, I helped her to undress. I got down on my knees and pulled off her shoes and socks. And after she unzipped and unsnapped the front of her jeans, I pulled her pants down for her.
Dawn slipped out of her panties without any help from me and suddenly her shaved loins were staring me in the face. Her bare pubes looked adorable, and I was tempted to press my face against them the instant they were exposed to view.
I stared at Dawn's dainty pubic lips and was enchanted with how soft and delicate they looked. Her vulva was beautifully smooth, leaving her pouty outer lips deliciously visible and exposed. Her charming inner labia lips were peeking out slightly, a delightful shade of pink, already glistening with pussy juice. And her clit was already swollen and just waiting to be coaxed out of its hood.
"Gwen," Lyndsay said, breaking me out of my reverie, "aren't you going to help me get undressed as well?"
"Oh, of course," I replied to my girlfriend. I was forced to draw my attention away from Dawn's naked eighteen-year-old body; however, Lyndsay's body was just as amazing. She had firm, toned abs, toned legs, an adorable ass, round, symmetrical breasts that didn't sag at all, a very slim waist and loins that were just as shaved and silky smooth as Dawn's.
After I helped Lyndsay out of her clothes, I stared at her swollen labia and smoothed my hands up and down the soft, smooth flesh of her thighs and her ass. Her skin was soft and smooth but the muscles underneath were hard, firm and sexy. Lyndsay was slender and firm, like an athlete, like an Olympic figure skater or a rhythmic gymnast.
I was lucky to have two extraordinary beauties as my lovers and I knew it. I loved them both, but in completely different ways. Lyndsay was mischievous and had a talent for being deliciously cruel. Dawn was sweet and had a talent for being affectionate and kind.
After I got up off the floor, the women passed me back and forth. I would hold one woman in my arms as we kissed passionately, and the other woman would stand behind me and fondle my buttocks and kiss my shoulders and the back of my neck. Then I would be passed off to another woman and their roles would reverse.
While kissing Lyndsay, Dawn grabbed my buttocks with both hands and lovingly fondled my curves. Of course, while Dawn's hands enjoyed the feel of my naked backside, I reached down and grabbed one of Lyndsay's buttocks. My fingers started at the back of her thigh and worked their way up to the firm flesh of her butt. Lyndsay's butt was sculpted perfection. Her glutes were perfectly shaped, hard, firm, lean muscle, sheathed in soft, flawless, touchable skin. Just touching them made my heartbeat faster and feel this delicious sort of excitement in my inner being.
My tongue mingled with hers as we kissed, and we both moaned into each other's mouth. I pressed my naked body against hers, and her skin still felt feverishly hot.
Her bare thighs pressed against my thighs, her bare breasts casually brushed against my breasts and the side of her face nuzzled against my face. Her skin was soft and smooth and hot, and I could still feel a sexual heat radiating from her naked body.
I held onto Lyndsay's left buttock and allowed two of my longer fingers to probe into the tight furrow between Lyndsay's sublime exquisite butt cheeks. Lyndsay squirmed and made a girlish noise of indignation when my fingers grazed the tender flesh of her anus.
Every noise she made was adorable. Every movement she made was erotic. I was enjoying her so much; I wanted this to go on forever.
I didn't really notice when Lyndsay and I broke from our kiss, but at some point, our torsos were separated, and Lyndsay took both of my nipples in her hands and began to roll my nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. The pressure and friction from Lyndsay's loving fingers made my swollen nipples so distended and overstimulated that they ached, but it was a delicious sort of ache. It made me moan, and I arched my back, and thrust my chest out, encouraging Lyndsay to continue her efforts at arousing my nipples.
And while Lyndsay paid amorous attention to my nipples, Dawn wrapped an arm lovingly around my waist, snaked a hand between my thighs and cupped my swollen, delicate pubic lips.
I felt exhilarated, and tingly. Lyndsay and Dawn had inflamed my libido, and every touch of their fingertips, lips or tongues seemed to spur my libido to even more wanton heights. I felt shamelessly sexual and wanted these women to have their way with me and make me their naked, wanton bitch. I wanted them to have access to all my naughty bits and to arouse my passions, until my brain shut down completely and I was just a mindless, naked screaming creature of wanton, orgasmic pleasure.
Lyndsay went on and on, arousing my nipples, inflaming them, eliciting tingly, naughty excitement from them. Her hands were magic on my naked flesh, and the tingly feeling in my nipples expanded across my naked body and inflamed the naughty, throbbing sensations in my loins as well.
While Lyndsay toyed with my nipples, one of Dawn's fingers worked its way into my damp sex and explored deeply. Then one finger became two and fingers that thrust slowly in and out of me, making the throbbing in my loins even more delicious and urgent.
My own hands traveled across Lyndsay's warm, naked body, taking hold of her hips, or waist or buttocks. My hands seemed to move without any instructions from me. I was overwhelmed by the flood of sensations as Lyndsay and Dawn played with my naked body, and I seemed to do everything on impulse. The higher functions of my brain were mostly shut down at this point, and I was largely just responding to highly pleasurable, external stimuli.
