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Spiders

Saturday morning and as usual I wet during the night in my Crinklz Astronaut diaper and messed 5 minutes after I got up. I was in the living room checking emails on my phone and simply relaxed and enjoyed the warm squishy poopie filling the back of my diaper. Now that I am sitting here, the warm squishy feeling inside my diaper is sooo very comforting on both an emotional and physical level. I'm getting up to get coffee...the walk to the kitchen and back feeling my potty caressing my perineum was wonderful. Now that I am sitting back down with hot coffee and a warm messy diaper it is a great way to start the day.

I do love the story ....I will be looking forward to the next chapter

Great update.

Mission Improbable (Part 11 of 13)   "Sooo..." Cory said awkwardly.   "Yeah..." Tracy looked around, desperate to find something to talk about. "Nice laptop. Is it the new one? The 1400?"   Cory shrugged. "Nah, 1200. I thought about getting the 1400, but it's really just a 1200 with a bigger hard drive, and I'd switched mine out already."   Tracy nodded silently.   Cory got up. "Want something to drink? Or is the tank already full, maybe?"   Tracy blushed and looked away, suddenly even more interested in the view.   Why the hell was that so embarrassing? She's seen me fucking wet myself.   Tracy wanted to kick herself, or at least kick her own brain for being so hung up on things.   "Are you OK?" Cory sat back down next to Tracy.   "Yeah. It's just... I keep overthinking and analysing everything instead of, you know, just going with the flow and enjoying myself."   "Sounds annoying."   "Yes and no," Tracy admitted. "Most of the time it works for me, but when it comes to me and Kat it's just so... I don't know... Distracting, I guess."   "So I guess it's not going to help if I tell you to try to relax," Cory said with a half-smile.   "No, not really." Tracy sighed.   Generic, early 2000s pop music began playing on the room's sound system.   "Really Kati?" Cory complained loudly. "You couldn't find something that isn't an oldies station? How about some good music, like Daily Termite Inspection or 62 Live Rabbits?"   The drapes to the bedroom were pushed to the side.   "Are you criticising the decisions of your Mistress Katarina?" Kat was standing in the doorway, looking absolutely stunning. She was wearing a long, black dress made of something that looked like a cross between silk and leather. Despite not showing an inch of skin below her chin, Tracy had to admit it was the sexiest outfit she had ever seen Kat wearing.   "Damn," she whispered. "And I thought you looked hot in the suit."   Kat moved closer; the dress rustled softly. "So you like it."   Tracy nodded. "You look like a kinky, Victorian librarian." She looked over at Cory who was just staring with her mouth open.   Kat put her hand under Cory's chin and closed her mouth. "And now it's your turn. Wouldn't you like to get out of those boring, everyday clothes and be my pet? My little plaything?"   Cory swallowed and nodded.   "Oh that won't do. Use your words Cory."   "Yeah," Cory said hoarsely.   "Yes what, pet?" Kat asked, her hand still under Cory's chin.   "Yes Mistress Katarina."   "Such a good girl," Kat said sweetly. "Now stand up."   Cory rose.   "And Tracy, why don't you help Cory?"   Tracy reached up and unbuttoned Cory's top, then helped her get her hands out of the sleeves. The delicate, lacy bra underneath was not what Tracy expected. Cory reached behind her back and undid the clasp. Then she shrugged the bra off and dropped it on the floor along with her shirt.   Kat smiled and ran a gloved hand up Cory's side. "Very good. Now, on your knees."   Cory kneeled in front of Kat, her tight leather pants creaking softly as she did. Tracy looked at the two, feeling like she was intruding on something private, yet at the same time incredibly aroused at the whole scene.   Kat tapped the inside of Cory's thighs with her foot, prompting her to spread her legs. Cory gave a little gasp as Kat slid her foot up her inner thigh.   "Oh, you like that?"   "Yes Mistress," Cory whispered, her eyes lowered.   "That's a good girl. You know what? I think I'll let you keep those pants on for now."   "Thank you."   "Oh, and so polite too. Isn't she a good girl Tracy?" Kat looked at Tracy who suddenly didn't know where to look.   "Um... yes," she finally managed.   "Häschen, it's OK to look. Cory likes it. Don't you Cory?"   "Mm-hmm." Cory had her eyes closed and seemed entirely focused on Kat's foot, still stroking her crotch through her pants. When Kat withdrew it, she actually let out a little moan.   "Tracy? Help her up, won't you?"   Tracy rose from the sofa, then helped Cory to her feet. The two of them stood side by side and waited for Kat's next move. After what felt like half an eternity, Cory was the one to break the silence.   "Mistress?"   "Yes Cory?"   "May I give you something?"   Kat nodded.   Cory turned and went to the little desk and picked up a book-sized package wrapped in glossy black paper. She gave it to Kat and to Tracy's astonishment actually curtsied as she did.   Kat peeled off the paper to reveal a plain, white cardboard box. It was the kind that cheap jewelry stores would use for a necklace.   "So what's this then?" Kat opened the box and stopped. Her expression went all soft. "Oh my god. Is this...?" She lifted a worn leather collar from the box.   "Mm-hmm." Cory nodded.   "You kept it? All this time?"   "How could I throw it away? You gave it to me on our wedding night." Cory shrugged and smiled sheepishly.   Kat undid the buckle of the collar. "You want it?"   "Yes." Cory nodded. "Please."   Kat lifted Cory's hair and slipped the collar around her neck. As Kat tightened the buckle, Cory sighed and shuddered, her demeanour visibly changing. She almost seemed smaller.   "Thank you Mistress," Cory whispered. Kat wrapped her arms around Cory and hugged her, gently stroking her bare back. It seemed like such a private, intimate moment that Tracy felt even more like an intruder.   Then, as if she could hear Tracy's thoughts, Kat extended a hand to her. "Come on. You too," Kat said and pulled Tracy into the hug.   It was a good hug, even though Tracy thought it felt a little odd that Cory was topless while she and Kat were fully dressed.   "There you are, both of my beautiful girls." Kat kissed them both. Tracy snuggled closer. Somehow, the whole situation didn't feel so strange any more. It almost felt... right. Her right hand rested on Kat's lower back, and she absent-mindedly stroked it.   "Now Tracy," Kat said after a little while. "What do you say we all get properly dressed. Would you like that?"   "You mean...?" Tracy felt a hollow feeling in her gut.   "Are you OK Häschen?"   Tracy swallowed. Why was she so uneasy about this? Was it the act of undressing in front of Cory? Getting completely naked in front of her? Was it putting on a diaper in front of her? Did it have anything to do with Cory at all?   Damnit Tracy! Stop overthinking and just do it. You said you wanted this.   Tracy took a deep breath. "Yeah," she said and smiled a smile that felt so fake that it was almost embarrassing. "I think so."   Kat took her hand. "You don't sound very sure."   Tracy gave Kat's hand a squeeze. "I'm not. But I want to do this. It's just... this is kinda new for me."   "We can warm up by getting Cory more undressed first. Is that OK?" Kat looked back and forth between Cory and Tracy.   "Yeah." Tracy nodded. "I'm sorry for being such a flake."   "Don't worry. It'll be fine," Cory said reassuringly and reached over to stroke Tracy's hair. "I'm sure Mistress Kati knows what she's doing."   Kat didn't reply. She simply hooked a finger through the metal ring on Cory's collar and without letting go of Tracy's hand, pulled the two of them along towards the bedroom.   Kat drew the drapes aside and the late afternoon sun that bathed the bedroom in a warm light, dazzled Tracy momentarily. When she could see again, Tracy saw a black bundle of... something on the bed.   "Is that for Cory, or for me?" Tracy asked.   "Oh that's not for you Häschen." Kat gave Cory's collar a little tug. "It's for my other little pet." She ran the back of her hand from Cory's cheek and down her neck, prompting a sound that was suspiciously close to purring.   "Why don't you sit down and we'll get Cory out of her pants." Kat nodded towards the bed. Tracy sat down on the edge of the bed.   "Spread your legs Häschen."   Again, Tracy did as she was told. Kat walked around Cory to stand behind her. She grabbed Cory's arms and gently, but firmly, put them behind her back.   "Now, can you keep your arms there on your own, or do I have to tie them?" Kat almost whispered.   "I'll be a good girl, Mistress," Cory said.   Kat slowly pushed Cory forward until the two of them were standing between Tracy's thighs. She reached around Cory and slowly ran her hands up the inside if her thighs. Tracy could hear Cory's breath shuddering.   "You like that?" Kat reached Cory's crotch and slowly stroked it through the leather.   "Yesss," Cory hissed.   "Better than my foot, isn't it."   "Mm-hmm."   Kat moved her hands away, making Cory moan longingly.   "Tracy? Look at me." Kat leaned out from behind Cory. When Tracy looked up at her, Kat began to slowly stroke Cory's stomach.   "What does Cory's tummy look like?"   Tracy looked at Cory standing right in front of her. "Smooth, I guess," she said hesitantly, not sure what Kat meant.   "Yeah. And firm too. Now get in closer."   Tracy leaned closer.   "Closer..."   Tracy's face was only inches from Cory. She could smell the musky scent of the leather.   "Now Cory, keep your eyes closed." Kat tucked her thumbs inside Cory's waistband and rested her palms against her hips. "Can you feel that? Can you feel Tracy's breath against your skin?"   "Yeah," Cory whispered.   "Would you like her to kiss it?" Kat looked at Tracy, silently asking her if it was OK to continue. Tracy swallowed and nodded ever so slightly.   "Mmm-yeah."   "You have to ask nicely, my little pet."   "Mistress? Can Tracy please kiss me?"   Kat leaned in close and whispered, "Don't ask me. Ask Tracy."   Cory took a deep breath. "Tracy, please kiss me?"   The begging tone of Cory's question took Tracy by surprise. The feeling of power made her stomach feel like she had swallowed a whole swarm of butterflies.   Do I like this? Am I really like Kat that way?   Tracy gave herself a mental slap across the back of her head.   Shut up you idiot. You know you want to, and she wants you to. Kiss her.   Tracy leaned in, gently pressed her lips to Cory's stomach and gave it a kiss. The gasp Cory made was more than enough encouragement for Tracy to do it again. And again. And again.   Kat lifted her hands to cup Cory's breasts, gently stroking them with her thumbs.   Cory's skin felt simultaneously both soft and firm against Tracy's lips, and the smell of warm leather filled her nostrils. She nuzzled Cory's belly-button and felt the muscles dance under the smooth skin. Reaching around Cory, Tracy put her hands on her butt to stop her from moving away.   "Okay, that's enough Häschen," Kat said with a smile. "We don't want to get Cory too worked up already."   The mewling sound Cory made when they both stopped was one of the most intoxicating sounds Tracy had heard in her life. Knowing that she had made someone else make that sound gave her a feeling of power that was almost overwhelming.   Kat reached around Cory's waist and undid the button. She slowly pulled the zipper down, revealing underwear that was just as delicate and lacy as the bra had been. Tracy reached out and grabbed the waistband of Cory's pants. Getting the skin-tight pants down proved trickier than expected, but eventually Tracy managed to peel them down and Cory could step out of them.   Cory's panties were already halfway down her hips and Tracy reached for them.   "No," Kat said. "Not yet."   Cory squirmed and shifted her weight from foot to foot. Kat gave her butt a sharp slap.   "Hey! No cheating."   "Sorry Mistress," Cory said contritely, her head lowered and eyes closed.   "I think maybe we should let Cory here cool down a little while we get you ready," Kat said to Tracy. Cory looked up and smiled like a lioness that had just spotted a lame zebra with horizontal stripes. Tracy swallowed.   "Stand up, Häschen." Kat came out from behind Cory and took Tracy's hand, helping her up. "Now raise your arms. And close your eyes."   In the darkness behind her eyelids Tracy could hear Kat and Cory moving around. The fact that they weren't touching her or saying anything made the anticipation nearly unbearable and she almost had to remind herself to breathe.   After what felt like several minutes, a pair of arms encircled Tracy's waist from behind and she nearly jumped out of her skin. The fingers slipped inside her waistband and pulled the t-shirt out of her jeans. Next, the t-shirt was pulled up, along with the sports bra. Tracy guessed it was Cory undressing her, unless Kat was standing on the bed. Whoever it was, they stopped while the t-shirt still covered half her face, effectively blindfolding Tracy.   "So, my little bunny," came a whisper from in front of Tracy. "What is it you want?"   "I... I..." The warm breath tickling against her bare chest made her lose her train of thought.   "Do you want to continue?" Every word was a warm breath against Tracy's skin.   "Mm-hmm." Tracy nodded inside the t-shirt blindfold.   "Do you want us to take off your jeans?" Fingers ran along the waistband of Tracy's jeans, brushing lightly against her skin. "And your panties?   "Mm-yeah." Tracy felt like she was about to belch a whole swarm of butterflies.   "But then you'd be naked, and that wasn't the deal. What do you think we should do about that?" The hands slid down between Tracy's legs to cup her crotch, making her let out a little squeak.   "Feels like we might want something to deal with the... excess moisture. Do you have any suggestions, my little bunny?"   Tracy knew where Kat was going. "Diapers," she whispered. She knew it didn't make any sense, but it felt less embarrassing to whisper it. It was as if only Kat could hear her.   "And what do you want me to do with those diapers?" The whisper was right next to Tracy's ear.   "Put them... put them on me," Tracy mouthed; her throat refusing to make even a whisper. "Please."   Kat stepped closer and wrapped her arms around Tracy, stroking her back. The slick texture of Kat's dress pressed against her chest and she could smell her hair.   "OK Cory, why don't you help Tracy with her pants." The hands that had held the t-shirt moved down Tracy's arms, brushing lightly against her skin. Tracy squirmed as they passed her armpits and moved down her sides. Then, Cory slid her hands in between Tracy and Kat, following the waistband to the button, undoing it and pulling down the zipper. Tracy didn't really notice how Cory pulled down her jeans and underwear because she was distracted by Kat who was kissing her neck and telling her she was a good girl.   Kat guided Tracy a few steps to her right, and Tracy shuffled along with her pants around her ankles. She could feel the edge of the bed against the back of her legs, and for a moment she wondered where Cory had gone. Then the t-shirt was lifted up, freeing Tracy's arms.   "Give me your hands." Kat took Tracy's hands as she lowered them. "And sit down." Tracy sat, feeling the soft terrycloth of a towel instead of the sheets she had expected.   "Now lie down, and scoot back a little." Tracy once again did as she was told and wriggled her way toward the headboard until Kat stopped her. Two pairs of hands grabbed her pants and pulled them all the way off.   "OK, no peeking now. Do you think you can manage that? And arms along your side"   Tracy nodded. She felt the mattress shift as someone sat down next to her, then a pair of hands on her ankles spread her legs. Tracy got this mental image of a frog being spread laid out for a dissection and she suddenly felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable.   "Well, I see the towel was a sensible precaution." Kat's voice was full of velvety smugness. Tracy gasped as a single finger dragged along the slick folds of skin.   "Oh, you like that?" Kat's finger moved up to Tracy's mound. "And such a good job you did, getting rid of all of that pesky hair. Doesn't she look pretty like this Cory? Feel that; all nice and smooth."   A second hand moved down Tracy's stomach, and fingertips brushed against her skin. Tracy inhaled sharply.   "Oh my, I think we'd better get those diapers on. Cory, help me with her legs, won't you?"   Tracy felt the mattress shift again, and then a pair of warm thighs pressed down on either side of her chest while a pair of knees pinned her arms in place.   "OK Häschen, lift your legs."   As Tracy lifted her feet onto the mattress, a pair of hands slipped in behind her knees and pulled her legs so far back that her hips were lifted off the mattress. The surprise made Tracy open her eyes. Cory was straddling her stomach and she was leaning so far back that all Tracy could see was Cory's back. Her hair was only inches from Tracy's face and she could see her feet over the top of Cory's shoulders.   "No peeking," Kat commented from the other side of Cory.   How the fuck did she know?   Tracy took one last look at the smooth skin and auburn hair before closing her eyes again.   "That's better."   Seriously; how?   "Aaaand put her down again."   Cory lowered Tracy's legs again and she felt the familiar, tissue-paper-like touch of a fresh diaper under her butt. As Cory let go of her legs, the feeling of vulnerability returned. What was obviously an unfolded diaper under her butt, as well as being on full display for anybody with high-powered binoculars and the knowledge of her precise whereabouts only added to it.   "So what do you think Cory? This one... or this one?"   "That one, Mistress."   What are they talking about?   The diaper was pulled up between Tracy's legs and taped in place, but something was off. There was something inside it. Something small and hard and smooth.   "What-" Tracy tried to touch her crotch to find out more, but Cory's knees still pinned her arms in place.   "Relax Häschen." Kat came around Cory and sat down next to her. She brushed a stray lock of hair out of Tracy's eyes.   "Didn't I promise you a treat?" Kat held up what appeared to be a small remote control with a single sliding button. She pushed the button forward a single click.   Tracy yelped in surprise as something in her diaper began to vibrate. There was a low buzzing sound that Tracy felt more than she heard.   Kat thumbed the slider back down again, and the buzzing stopped.   "That was a 'one'." Kat grinned. "It goes all the way to six. And if you're a good little girl, I'll let you hold this and play with it." She wiggled the remote control between two fingers.   "Would you like that?"   Tracy eyed the remote hungrily. "Mmm-yesss," she hissed.   "Hmm." Kat pretended to think. "Not yet, I think." Kat got up and stroked the wrinkles out of her dress. "But... You do deserve a little treat for being good so far." She held up the remote and pushed the button forward a single click. "I think we'll leave this on until Cory is ready too."   Now that Tracy knew what was coming, the vibrations seemed less intense; powerful enough to tease and tickle, but nothing more.   "Now Cory, time for you to lose those panties."   Cory swung a leg over Tracy and clambered off the bed. She grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, letting them fall to the floor. Then she locked eyes with Tracy while she slowly ran her hands down her body.   "My god! Did I give you permission to play with yourself like that? Am I going to have to handcuff you to get you to behave?"   Cory smiled mischievously. "You didn't say I couldn't do it."   "Cory." Kat tried to sound stern and disapproving, but Tracy could tell it was all an act.   Kat dropped what looked like a bundle of leather straps on the bed. "Why don't you go wait on the sofa while I get Cory dressed in this. It could take a little while."   "I don't mind if she watches Mistress," Cory said and grinned again.   "You're incorrigible." Kat shook her head. "No, I want her to get the full effect when she sees you all dressed up and ready to play."   Tracy got off the bed and looked around for her t-shirt, or a robe to cover up with.   "Oh stop that. Nobody's going to see you. Just go out there and relax." Kat took Tracy's arm and guided her gently, but firmly, out of the bedroom. Then she closed the drapes, leaving Tracy alone.   For a few seconds, Tracy just stood there, looking at the spectacular view out the window. Then she realised that she was standing in full view of anybody outside, wearing nothing but a big diaper, so she dove for the cover behind the sofa. She fumbled for the remote control on the table and pressed the button to close the blinds.   The annoyingly auto-tuned voices of some boy-band Tracy didn't recognise started blaring from the speakers.   "Oh, change the channel!" Kat shouted over the music. "I hate that song."   Tracy looked at the remote and finally found the right buttons to push. The radio fell silent and the buzzing of the blinds slowly being lowered mingled with the buzzing from inside her diapers.   "Thanks."   Tracy sat down on the sofa. The added pressure on whatever it was Kat had put in her diapers gave it a very welcome increased effect. Tracy was tempted to just grind against the edge of the seat, but managed to resist. Instead she took a deep breath and turned on the television. It was tuned to a news channel and while she waited Tracy got the latest updates on the news she already knew about. An earthquake, a couple of wildfires and the usual reports of atrocities in a civil war in some country most people had never even heard of.   "OK, come on over here," Kat said from the bedroom. Tracy stood and began to cross the room.   "Stop," Kat said when she had almost reached the drapes. "Are you ready?"   "Uh yeah, I guess," Tracy replied, not quite sure what she was supposed to be ready for.   Instead of pulling the drapes aside, Kat opened them just enough to slip out between them. She walked toward Tracy, the dress rustling softly and almost distracting Tracy from the leash she was holding. When she gave it a little tug, however, Tracy's gaze left the dress and followed the leash to the collar around Cory's neck as she emerged from the bedroom. Cory wasn't naked, but she might as well be. What she was wearing could charitably be called a collection of stitched-together belts. The numerous black leather straps encircled her thighs, torso and upper arms, covering nothing, but emphasising everything.   "Sweetie, you're drooling." Kat wiped Tracy's chin. She handed her the leash. "Hold this for a moment."   Tracy took the leash, not really knowing what to do with it. Cory took a step closer and snuggled up to her, wrapping an arm around Tracy's waist and resting it on her hip. Kat went to sit down on the sofa.   "Now why don't you take her for a little walk for me," Kat told Tracy.   "A-a walk? You mean...?" Tracy's heart jumped up in her throat as she glanced quickly towards the door.   Kat noticed the glance and laughed. "No, Silly. Just in here."   "Oh, okay." Tracy blushed and felt like an idiot. She looked at the leash and then at Cory.   "You can do this," Cory whispered reassuringly and gave her a little nudge with her shoulder.   Tracy took a small step forward. And another. And another. When Cory didn't move, she gave the leash a careful tug. Out of the corner of her eye, Tracy could see her take a couple of mincing steps forward, swaying her hips seductively. She turned around and gave Cory a "Really?"-look.   "Go on. You're doing great," Cory whispered and discreetly gestured for Tracy to keep going.   Oh well. In for a penny; in for a pound.   Tracy gave the leash another tug and walked towards the sofa. She tried to sway her hips sexily like Cory, but the padding between her legs, combined with the vibrations, made it hard to feel like anything other than a tipsy penguin.   "Aww. You two look good enough to eat," Kat told them.   "Thank you," Tracy said, feeling a little odd for being praised like that in front of someone else.   Cory took it one step further. She went down on one knee and kissed Kat's hand. "Thank you Mistress," she said, almost purring.   Show-off.   "C'mere Häschen," Kat said and patted the seat next to her.   Tracy sat down and Kat pulled her down until she was lying with her head in Kat's lap. The dress felt warm and slippery against the back of head.   "So Häschen, do you like Cory's outfit?" Kat asked. "Maybe we should find something similar for you. What do you think?"   Tracy turned her head and rubbed her cheek against Kat's stomach. "Nah, I don't think I want a baby harness."   "Oh I meant something more grown-up than that. Something a little more discreet? So you could wear it under your regular clothes maybe?"   Tracy felt the beginnings of a blush at the thought of wearing something like that in public. At least she could pretend to have a medical reason for wearing diapers if somebody were to notice them. There was absolutely no innocent excuse for an outfit like Cory's.   On the other hand, just holding Cory's leash had made her feel part of whatever Kat and Cory had going on. She had felt desirable and seductive, even though she had been wearing diapers and not something as unapologetically sexy as Cory had.   "Mayyyybe," Tracy said hesitantly. "But something a little less... exposed?"   "Of course. Showing off like that isn't everybody's cup of tea; even if Cory loves it." Kat took Cory's leash and pulled her closer. "Don't you, my little pet?" She ran her hand up the inside of Cory's thigh, making her moan as she slid a pair of fingers inside her.   "See what I mean?" Kat slid her fingers back and forth a few more times before withdrawing her hand. She gave the leash a sharp tug downwards, making Cory kneel.   "Now why don't you clean this." Kat said imperiously and held out her hand to Cory. The way Cory proceeded to lick Kat's fingers; like a cat lapping up cream, was the most intensely erotic things Tracy had ever seen. She fidgeted and rubbed her legs together in a vain attempt to release some of the tension that was building up inside her.   "Aww. Is my little bunny feeling a little needy? Does she want a cuddle?" Kat scooted forward to the edge of the seat, then leaned back, pulling Tracy along, resting Tracy's head on her stomach, just below her breasts. She reached down and slid a hand between Tracy's thighs to rub her crotch through the diapers.   Tracy moaned and turned her head to look up at Kat between the breasts. She rubbed her cheek against Kat's stomach, her skin catching slightly against the fabric of the dress.   Kat smiled down at Tracy. Then she looked at Cory. "And now, it's time for you..." Kat lifted the hem of her dress with her free hand. "To make me..." She spread her legs and grabbed Cory's leash. "Happy." Kat gave the leash a little tug.   "Yes Mistress Katarina," Cory purred. She crawled closer, ducking under the dress to kiss her way up Kat's thighs.   Kat inhaled sharply as Cory reached her goal. She let go of the leash and wrapped both arms around Tracy, pulling her even closer and rocking her back and forth. Tracy groaned with frustration as Kat turned off the vibrator. The buzzing had grown so familiar so quickly that its sudden absence almost made her crotch feel numb.   Tracy tried to sneak a hand down to replace Kat's, but Kat grabbed her wrist and pulled it away.   "Oh no, my little bunny. Not yet."   She has her eyes closed. How the hell can she tell?   Tracy had to admit that even without Kat's hand between her legs, just being held and rocked like this was nice; although the sounds Cory was making underneath Kat's dress were a little distracting.   She tried to catch one of Kat's fingers with her lips, but as she moved her head around, Kat put her hand on the back of Tracy's head and pulled her closer, pressing her face against her stomach. The fabric of the dress was hard to breathe through, so Tracy got the message quickly and stopped fidgeting. Apparently this was Kat's time.   "That's it Cory; keep going," Kat half-whispered. She wiggled her hips and tried to slide even further forward. Tracy could feel Kat's stomach muscles start twitching against her cheek. She looked up at Kat's face. Her eyes were closed and her teeth were gritted. She threw her head back and groaned. "Yessssss. Don't you fucking dare stop," she hissed through clenched teeth before switching to rapid-fire German that Tracy didn't understand.   Kat grabbed Tracy's head with both hands and pulled her face to her chest as she came. The smell of Kat mixed with the plasticky smell of the dress filled Tracy's squished nose. She wiggled her head to find a more comfortable position, but it was hard with Kat's grip. The stomach muscles dancing against Tracy's neck and shoulder told her exactly what was going on, and it struck her that she had never really been this physically close to someone else having an orgasm. And even if she wasn't the one causing it, she felt like she had played a part in it.   Eventually, Kat let go of Tracy's head, letting her slide back down to rest against her stomach as they both tried to catch their breath. Cory emerged from underneath the dress. She wiped her face with a piece of cloth that Tracy couldn't figure out where she got. Then she realised it was the top she had been wearing earlier.   Cory crawled onto the sofa and lay down on the other side of Kat, resting her head in Kat's lap behind Tracy's. The warm breath against the back of her neck as well as a third hand playing with her hair was erasing every sensible thought in Tracy's mind. She just wanted to lie there and enjoy it. The rest of the world could wait for a while.