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• Family Fun With Jeanne and Anthony

  October 9, 2026

  After dark · mommy phone sex

  Family Fun: Anthony Fucks Jeanne

  Family fun started the second Jeanne locked the bedroom door and told Anthony to get on the bed like a good boy who already knew he was in trouble.

  She was bare under a short pink robe, tits heavy, cunt already slick from the roleplay they had been teasing all evening. Anthony’s cock was up and leaking before she touched him. Jeanne climbed over his thighs, rubbed her wet pussy along the shaft, and smiled down at him. “This is family fun, baby. Mommy decides how you get fucked, and you say thank you.”

  He did. She liked that. The roleplay was simple and nasty: she was Mommy, he was her obsessed boy, and the only rule was he did not come until she used him. Jeanne reached down, lined him up, and sank onto his cock in one slow drop. Her cunt swallowed him, hot and tight, and she stayed there, full, grinding her clit against him while he groaned into the pillow.

  “Look at you,” she said, riding him in short, mean strokes. “Hard over family fun. Desperate to fuck Mommy’s cunt. Stay still.” Anthony’s hands grabbed her hips anyway. She caught his wrists, pinned them over his head, and fucked herself deeper. Every time he thrust up she stopped, held his cock buried, and laughed. “Phone sex later if you behave. Right now I want this pussy stuffed while you beg.”

  She leaned down so her tits brushed his mouth and told him to suck. He did, messy, while she rolled her hips and talked filth in his ear. How wet she was. How she was going to make him lick it off her after. How family fun meant he got used, edged, and thanked for it. The roleplay made his cock jump inside her. Jeanne felt it and clenched on purpose, milking him without letting him finish.

  When he got too close she climbed off. His cock slapped wet against his stomach. Jeanne turned around, spread her ass, and backed onto him reverse, taking every inch while she looked over her shoulder. “Fuck Mommy properly now. Slow. I want to feel you throb.” Anthony held her waist and pumped up into her cunt, obscene sounds filling the room. She reached under and played with her clit, moaning his name, then ordered him to stop again right at the edge.

  “Not yet. Family fun isn’t your orgasm.” She slid off, pushed his face between her legs, and made him clean the mess he had made. Anthony licked her open, tongue on her clit, nose buried, while she held his hair and rocked. She came like that, shaking, soaking his mouth, still talking: good boy, nasty boy, Mommy’s little fuck. Only after she was done did she stroke him, tight and fast, and let him beg into a second round of phone-sex dirty talk she whispered like she was already on a call.

  She put him on his back again and rode him hard this time, tits bouncing, cunt gripping. “Come in Mommy. Fill me. That’s what you wanted.” Anthony broke, hips jerking, pumping her full while she kept fucking through it, using every spurt. Jeanne stayed seated until he softened, then leaned down and kissed him slow, his cum already leaking out around his cock.

  She smiled against his mouth. “Next time we do the phone sex version first, so you are already ruined before I let you in. Family fun isn’t over just because you came.”

  — Jeanne

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• Tease and Denial: How I Tormented a bitch

  August 24, 2026

  Tease and Denial

  The day I broke my husband completely

  Tease and denial is the purest form of power I know. That morning I woke up already wet with the plan. My husband — poor little-dicked thing that he is — still thought he might get something. He always does. I stretched beside him, pressed my naked body against his, and whispered that if he was very, very good, maybe tonight. Then I slid my hand down, stroked him just enough to make him hard and leaking, and stopped. “Not yet,” I said. “You haven’t earned it.”

  All day the game continued. I walked around the house in nothing but a sheer robe that never quite stayed closed. Every time he reached for me I let him touch for three seconds — four if I was feeling generous — then pulled away laughing. I made him watch while I touched myself on the couch, legs spread, fingers shiny, moaning his name and then deliberately stopping the second he started stroking. “Hands off,” I ordered. “This is my tease and denial, not yours.” His face was pure agony. Perfect.

  By afternoon I had him on his knees in the kitchen while I cooked in only an apron. I would turn, press my ass against that pathetic little cock of his, grind once, twice, then step away the moment his hips jerked. I made him edge himself three separate times under my instruction, each time stopping him with a sharp “No.” His balls were so full and dark they looked painful. I told him that was exactly how I wanted them.

  Evening arrived and the real show began. I had invited a friend over — taller, thicker, everything my husband isn’t. I made my husband sit in the chair across from the bed, hands tied behind him so he couldn’t even try to touch himself. Then I stripped slowly in front of both of them. I climbed onto the other man and took him deep while looking straight into my husband’s eyes. Every thrust, every wet sound, every time I came — I made sure my husband saw it all. “This is what a real cock feels like,” I told him between moans. “This is what you will never give me.”

  I came hard, twice, while my husband watched with tears of pure frustration in his eyes. When it was over I crawled to him, kissed his forehead, and whispered, “Still no. Not tonight. Maybe not this week.” The look on his face was the most beautiful thing I had seen all day. That is the true heart of tease and denial — the denial itself is the orgasm for me.

  Some nights the ache gets so strong he begs me over the phone instead. Those are the nights I give him the same exquisite torture through tease & denial phone sex — my voice alone controlling every stroke, every edge, every cruel “stop.” Phone sex with me is never a release. It is another layer of the same delicious denial, only now he can hear me laughing while he suffers.

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  If you want to feel even a fraction of what my husband felt that day — the constant rise and the merciless drop — you know where to find me. Come closer. Let me decide when (or if) you get to finish.

  — Deborah

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