Exposure Therapy

Kenna was in bed, legs spread, phone hot in her hand, trying to get off to two girls in a Webyoung clip. Nothing was working. Her clit flinched at the lightest swipe; touching it felt like a live wire. Frustration twisted in her chest. She dialed the only two people who’d know what to do. Anastasia answered, voice thick, breath short. Jane had her fingers buried to the knuckle in Anastasia’s pussy and wasn’t thrilled about the interruption, but she didn’t hang up. Kenna laid it out fast: she couldn’t even brush her own clit without jerking away. The line went quiet for a second, then Jane told her to wait. They kept the video on mute. Jane kissed the whimper out of Anastasia’s mouth and the plan fell together quick: they’d bring the big wand, pin Kenna down, and push her over until the fear cracked. Once she’d come that hard, the problem would be gone. They arrived with the toy still in its box. Jane pulled it out like a magician showing her final trick. Kenna’s eyes went wide. Jane told her straight: the wand would make her come so hard her legs would shake. Anastasia smoothed hair off her face, promised they’d stop if it got too much. Kenna nodded. They stripped her slow, kissed the tight line of her jaw until her shoulders loosened. Anastasia palmed her tits, rolling the nipples between cool fingers while Jane switched the wand on low. The first pass over Kenna’s swollen clit made her hips jump; Jane held the toy steady, pressed firm. Anastasia’s mouth followed, sucking each nipple until Kenna’s breathing turned ragged. They kept her there—Jane driving the head in tight circles, Anastasia pinning her arms above her head—until the first deep orgasm ripped through her, wet and sudden, soaking the sheet. Kenna gasped, thighs trembling, and Jane didn’t lift the toy. She clicked the speed higher, and the second orgasm hit like a punch, loud and shaking. By the third, Kenna’s voice had gone hoarse, her body arching clean off the bed. When they finally eased the wand away, she lay panting, eyes glazed, fear nowhere in sight. Anastasia traced lazy circles over her stomach. Jane’s fingers were already slick again. They smiled down at her, and Kenna knew the night wasn’t finished.