PART II - A LITTLE DISCIPLINE
Hey, Debra here. 27, married, big flirt...and now deeply infatuated with my husband's nephew, Steven, who's staying with us for the summer.
It's not like I was a virgin before encountering him. But after an almost supernatural sexual experience that culminated in the longest, strongest orgasms of my life, my mind was in turmoil, wondering and waiting for the inevitable next chapter in this unprecedented sexual awakening.
I didn't have to wait long.
That night, Roger and I were watching a movie cuddled up in the living room, as we so often did before bed. About 20 minutes in, Steven plopped himself down on the other side of the sectional. As usual, I was hyper aware of his presence, and the usual heat flush started up in my chest and neck. But his gaze was turned to the TV, seemingly completely absorbed.
The thing was, even though he never looked away from the movie, I could somehow feel that powerful "focus" of his turn to me, just as it had earlier in the day, and this time my body's reaction was immediate. First, I started to tremble. It was like a vibration started deep within me that reverberated so subtly - yet powerfully - that all of my body became electrified. The vibration built slowly, gathering more heat that washed up and down from my head to my toes in waves.
Then, just as it had earlier by the pool, all that electricity and heat in my body started to flow directly to my pussy. A tingle rushed over the surface of my most intimate flesh, waking it up. My whole pelvic area grew warmer, and warmer, and blood flowed to it until it was pulsing and swollen.
This time, there was no fantasy, no narrative playing behind my eyes. My focus was 100% in my body, which somehow made it even more powerful. As energy rushed in and stimulated my pussy, it got wetter, and wetter, and wetter until I could feel my lubrication oozing into my underwear. Every nerve ending was screaming for touch, but I didn't dare to try while I was sitting cuddled next to my husband. In the end, it didn't even matter. As I sat and stewed in helpless arousal, the vibration fully centered itself in my sex and began to terrorize me.
It felt like a vibrator was actually inside my clit. And not just the swollen tip that was now pulsing away between my engorged labia. I'm talking about the entire clitoral structure inside my pelvis. The tightest, most sensitive bundle of nerve endings in my body was vibrating harder and harder, and I knew without a doubt that soon I was going to come.
Just like earlier in the day, with no physical stimulation at all, I was thundering toward inexplicable orgasm - except this time my electrified body was pressed up against my loving husband! I tried to hold it off. I tried to breathe, and pretend like nothing was going on. But my clit was buzzing like mad and it simply was not going to stop until I soaked my PJs.
I thought of making some excuse to leave the room, but this was happening so fast and I was already so close that I didn't trust my legs to carry me out of sight of Roger. I knew deep in my bones that if I tried, I'd only end up crumpled on the ground in the middle of the room screaming as I came out my eyeballs.
Luckily, we were watching a suspenseful scene in the movie, so I hid my face behind a pillow pretending to be scared, and braced myself for the inevitable.
Within seconds, my pussy exploded in pleasure, and it was all I could do to remain sitting on the couch. I came, and came, and came some more. Like before, it was unnaturally long and intense, more powerful than I had ever imagined an orgasm could be. It was the most earth-shattering, soul-aflame pleasure I had ever experienced, and it went on and on and on and on and ON! Longer, and stronger than even my last orgasm after the session by the pool.
Just when I thought I might pass out, the contractions wracking my pelvis started to ease, and I stealthily sucked in air to replace what had been driven out of my lungs. Holy SHIT! I checked with my hand, and I had indeed soaked my undies. Roger seemed none the wiser, thank God. But unless I wanted to test that theory I simply HAD to excuse myself.
Making a show of yawning, I told the room that I needed to sleep and pecked my husband on the cheek. I made sure not to look at Steven as I passed him, but I could still feel his "focus" on me as intense as ever.
As I walked down the hallway toward my room, occasional aftershocks rippled through my body, forcing me to stop and wait. Walking the short distance to the bedroom was a long and difficult process.
I was leaning up against the hallway wall to brace my shuddering body when I realized that I was no longer feeling aftershocks. Steven's 'focus' rippled through my pelvis and started me climbing toward orgasm again. Oh no! I abandoned the wall and quickened my pace as the vibrating sensations built again in my clit.
Everything moved faster this time since I was already aroused. I barely made it in time to collapse on my bed before I was past the point of no return and cumming even harder. I screamed into my pillow as the orgasm went on, and on, and on. I pushed my pelvis into the side edge of the mattress and ground my exploding pussy against it as hard as I could, squirting and soaking the comforter through my poor distressed PJs.
Every time I thought the sensations were about to end, another round of vibrations hit me, taking me up to a new plateau of pleasure. In between pillow-muffled screams, I quietly begged for mercy, but if Steven could hear me he wasn't giving me any. Finally, again close to passing out from lack of oxygen, the stimulation started to abate. I gasped for air and, with effort, pulled myself up onto my bed. I curled up in a fetal position, trembling.
I didn't even try to move because the pleasure waves were already starting to rise again. This time I pulled my pillow to my face from the start. My hips moved, pulsing back and forth as Steven used his otherworldly sexual abilities to coax my third orgasm of the evening out from the depths of my body. What was this terrifying power?
However he was doing it, by the end of that third orgasm he had made his point. I knew he could dominate me, body, mind, and soul, from anywhere in the house, any time he wanted. He knew it. I knew it. The only one who didn't know it was my husband, and I in no way wanted my dearly beloved to find out. So far, Steven was letting me hide it from him, but that was completely at his mercy.
And Steven's mercy weighed heavily on me. There was an intimacy to the way we were already colluding to hide his domination of my body and keep it between the two of us. Somehow that secret knowledge between us was arousing me even more, but it was also a massive guilt trip. I had never kept a secret from my husband before, and this was a big one. Could I let this continue? Would I even be able to stop it if I tried?
Thankfully, once Steven had established his dominance, he seemed content to let me go for the evening. I lay for a good 20 minutes afterward, trying in vain to recover my faculties. Finally, I managed to pull myself out of bed and into the shower, where I splashed warm water on my body and put on fresh PJs.
In the morning, I woke late and my husband was already at work. Somehow, I could still "feel" Steven, somewhere in the house. His presence loomed large in my consciousness as I remembered his total mastery of my body from the night before. I had never been this intimidated by a man, and the urge to stay hidden in bed was strong.
Still, there was no way I could stay away for long. Rising from bed, I checked my reflection in the mirror and resolved to go and confront him. I needed to do right by Roger - I needed to end things. Maybe I could find a way to resist the powerful feelings he summoned inside me.
Embarrassingly, I took a few extra minutes to do my hair before I left to find my young antagonist. I was starting to put on a little makeup when I felt his "focus" come in and start the vibrations again. "Oh fuck!" I yelped out loud, and slapped down my mascara brush half-done. I was being summoned. By my husband's nephew! His blindingly-hot nephew who had total, supernatural command over my genitals.
Breathlessly, I followed my 'senses' to seek out his presence and arrived back in the living room. Steven was sitting on the sectional just as he had the night before, with that cocky, infuriating smirk on his face. This time, however, he was looking right at ME, and his gaze pierced me. The vibrations rose violently, and I sank to my knees on the floor.
All thoughts of trying to 'resist' Steven's charms immediately flew out the window. However, I had to at least hold back the orgasmic tide until I could get some basic questions answered. I pressed my palms to my buzzing pussy and did my best to articulate a sentence.
"Oh! Oh!" Uncontrollable cries rose out of my throat. "Steven! Oh! What are? Oh! You doing? Oh! Oh! To me? Oh!"
He just smirked. "Hands behind your head," he ordered, and without my instruction they flew to do his bidding. "I don't like how you ran and hid from me yesterday at the pool. You need to learn that you are not the one in control here. Never touch your pussy again without my permission, Debra."
