Just one finger, one time was enough. I clenched. My entire body shook. I tried to scream but my voice wasn’t working. All that escaped my mouth was a short, high-pitched squeak before my body relaxed again. But then she pulled her finger out. And just before it left me, I came. Again.
“Don’t,” I wheezed between shallow, aimless breaths. “Stop.”
“Yes ma’am,” she whispered, continuing to finger me. I’d never felt anything like it. But I felt everything. “Wanna taste?” she asked politely.
“Yes, please,” I replied. I’d always wondered. And I had no doubt my taste buds would be in heaven. And I was right. She pulled her finger out of me and placed it into my mouth. She repeated the motion from only a moment ago, but this time she did it right under my nose. I loved every second of it. Her digit touched the back of my throat sometimes, and each time I leaked a little more of my sweet nectar.
She kissed down the length of my body, making no stops in any particular part and completely avoiding anything that was crying for attention. But soon she relieved me. When I thought I might kill her if she went another second without touching me.
She spread my lips apart, after lathering my thighs with kisses. She gave me one soft, slow lick right up the middle of my womanhood, resting, at the end, just about my clitoris. Then she nudged it again with her tongue. And again. And again. And faster. And she was ravaging my clit and I was writhing everywhere. I was convulsing and there was nothing I could do about it. I came and I was in heaven. It seemed like a gallon of liquid. It was so unlike anything else.
“Mmmmm,” she delighted. “How’d ya know that was my favorite? Look, I know you can only take one more. So I’m going to show you how I both give and receive the greatest climaxes I’ve ever experienced.”
She rummaged through her bag again, but there were no clinks or sloshes this time as all the glasses and bottles had been removed. Now, this time her hand escaped clutching a small, pink teddy bear. Nothing special. But something about it made me even moister and more wanting. And she noticed.
“I knew this would work. It always does.”
There was a slit in the back of the bear for her hand. She slipped it in and one finger controlled each arm. My legs were spread wide. She explored my whole body with it, making it caress each nipple and embrace each breast. It roamed until coming to rest on my very kempt and well-managed bush.
One of the bear’s arms snuck down. Down between my legs. She applies pressure to separate my lips once more. And then it came to rest on my clitoris. And it moved back and forth. And I knew instantly that I’d never felt, nor would I ever feel again, anything as divine as this. I came. For what seemed like days. I was afraid it might never stop. And it almost didn’t. I’m positive it wouldn’t have if I hadn’t passed out.
I felt one hand make its way up my torso and rest with its fingers firm around my neck. And then they tightened. And tightened. And tightened. And then there was nothing.
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