The Grayson Twins (Part Nine)

One of her hands is gently toying with her nipple, high above. The other hand reaches down to push him face down onto his belly on the surface of her panties, grinding his face into the moist ridges of her lips.

“I’m gonna make you come, pet.”

“What! No!” he cries out in alarm.

She just giggles breathily. “Um, you’re welcome,” she says. “I know you like this, silly. But if you still wanna pretend you don’t, easy peasy. Just don’t let me make you come.”

“Regina please…”

“Shh…” she says. She forces his face into her, muffling his pathetic protests. Then she grips his hips between her thumb and forefinger and starts grinding his pelvis against her. The squishy wetness of her pussy and the softness of her silk panties feels astonishingly good against his groin. The sweet, musky scent of her arousal is overwhelming down here, but to his dismay, it’s irresistibly intoxicating.

He lets out a groan of pleasure, unable to help himself, and then blushes when this prompts her to giggle high above.

“That’s a good boy, Bug-A-Boo! That’s my good little pet. You’re gonna come for your Goddess.”

She moans, the soft ridges of her pussy getting more and more wet against his face. The grinding movement that she’s forcing his hips into becomes more vigorous, somehow in perfect timing with what his body is not-so-secretly craving.

“Show me you worship me, pet! Come for me!”

“Oh god…”

“Say you’re mine, little pet! Tell me that I own you!”

Delirious with pleasure, he loses himself in the moment and obeys. “I’m yours!” he groans. “I’m your pet! You own me!”

“Oh god! Yes! Good boy!” she screams, throwing her head back. Her hips start to rock back and forth, convulsing against him as she uses his tiny body to make herself come.

“You want to be mine, don’t you! Say thank you!”

“Thank you Goddess!”

“Beg me to put you in my panties!”

“Oh god…” For a moment he snaps back to reality, the prospect of being trapped in the moist darkness of her panties for who knew how long suddenly overpowering his arousal with fear. “Please…” he says, intending to beg her not to follow through on her threat. But he realizes grimly that there’s no way she’ll interpret that this way.

“Mmm, yes! Good boy!” Her moaning and the rocking of her hips become more intense, building to a wild climax, and despite himself, he finds that the sexy sound of her arousal pushes him too to the edge.

For a moment, he holds himself back to the best of his ability, right on the edge of orgasm, his body tensing up with concentration as he listens to her bring herself fully to orgasm using his tiny body against her soaking wet panties.

But she seems to sense his hesitation, and with a breathy giggle, she moans, “Don’t be shy, cutie! Here ya go!”

With a casual little poke of her finger she jostles his hips just enough to bring him to the edge. He explodes with an intensity he’s never experienced before, feeling like he’s ejaculating more than he ever has, but feeling it get lost in the wetness of Regina’s soaking wet panties. He’s horrified to hear her giggling above him as she feels the little squirt of his ejaculation against her, and knows that, predictably, she’s won.

Finally, she lifts him to her face, both of them panting, her smiling happily and him gazing up at her in wide-eyed disbelief at what just happened, speechless, his mind reeling at the sheer god-like power she holds over him.

“Good boy, little pet!” She pokes him playfully on the nose. “I told you that you liked me, silly.”

She rests him against her breast and leans her head back while she catches her breath for a few moments. Physically exhausted, he allows his face to rest against her, too tired to resist the oddly comforting feeling of being cradled against her. Even after sweating for several minutes with arousal, she smells like sweet, feminine perfume.

When they’ve caught their breath, she turns towards Victoria. Jason looks around and sees with horror that she’s still using Billy as a sex toy.

“Hey Vicky? I’m gonna go out for a bit.”

“Mmm hmm,” Victoria moans. “Okay sure. If you get a latte, get me one okay?”

“Okay!”

He watches Victoria with terror, recognizing how she builds herself up towards a climax, and then slows down again, really taking her time and apparently in no hurry to end Billy’s torment. Billy seems to have mostly given up on fighting to escape from between her legs, no match for the dainty fingers that hold him captive against her pussy.

Jason’s broken out of his reverie by Regina lifting him up to her smiling face.

“Okay cutie, time to put you where you belong!”

“Wait, no, please!”

She giggles. “You are so cute, Bug-A-Boo! Are you still trying to be Mr. Tough Guy and pretend you don’t like me?”

“Regina, please…!”

“You are just too adorable!” She cuts him off by lifting him up to her lips and planting a big wet kiss on his face.

“Mmm,” she says, licking her lips. “You smell like my pussy.”

He gulps, having no idea how to respond to this.

“I like that,” she says cheerfully. “Mmm, I might just have to make sure you always smell like that for me. Anyway, cutie, time to tuck you in!”

She stands up and pulls out the waistband of her skirt, lowering him down until she’s dangling him in front of her exposed, sculpted belly, above the darkness inside her panties below.

“Wait, please! Wait…!”

He’s cut off by the sudden drop as she lets him go, giggling down at him as he slips into the humid darkness inside her panties, facing her.

He slides down the slippery, smooth silk of her panties, until he comes to a stop at the lowest point, directly under her. She’s still holding the waistband open, which allows for a small amount of space between him and the warm, moist lips of her pussy, which loom directly above him.

Much higher above, he can still see her smiling down at him. She gives him a girly little wave, and then releases the waistband of her panties, causing the silk under him to seal up against her and push him face-first into her, sinking upwards into her waiting lips. They embrace him sickeningly as if trying to suck him inside. He squirms to find his way into a less uncomfortable position, but not only is he unable to find one, even a small amount of movement on his part seems to quickly make her even more wet.

He can hear her giggling infuriatingly high above as she strolls out of the room. “See ya Vicky!” she says cheerfully.