He stopped and moved away. I felt disappointed, frustrated, even angry as he left my butt alone and exposed, the sweat and saliva cooling my hot cheeks as the liquids evaporated, but my sadness was short-lived. As his fingers started to travel over my legs, I felt her hands pull my ass cheeks apart. Then she began to anoint my shithole with her oral juices. But whereas he was more delicate and controlled, she dove right in to my chasm and didn’t come up for air. She sounded like a four-year-old diving into a banana split as she licked and slurped at my shit chute. We had both expressed some curiosity about the idea of being with another woman, but obviously she already had a lot of experience in that area. I don’t know why she didn’t tell me before. Maybe she didn’t think I could accept it. Perhaps her parents gave her a lot of grief over it. At this point, the thing that pissed me off the most was the fact that she didn’t tell me sooner. I could have been enjoying the sensation of her lips on my ass for years.
When she’d gotten her fill, she instructed me to lie flat again and I reluctantly did. I’d never felt this relaxed yet aroused before. Looking back, they were right to stop kissing my ass. I was getting too hot and too horny too fast. They got me back down to a slow boil by massaging my back. The stranger molded my neck and shoulder muscles like an artist sculpting a clay statue. Each gentle squeeze and stroke replaced any remaining stiffness or anxiety with serenity and bodily bliss. All the while Susan’s palms attended to the needs and desires of my lower back, exerting just the right amount of pressure on my sides and spine while occasionally slipping her fingers between my cheeks, tickling my wet, wrinkled sphincter, and rekindling the inferno they had ignited earlier in my ass crack.
When they were finished I turned over and the front half of my body began to receive my friends’ precious sexual offerings. They affably shared my lower regions, both sets of hands roaming up and down, not allowing a single square inch of flesh to go unattended. But my human leg warmers took special care not to indulge my pussy. Not just yet. Her time would cum soon enough.
They pulled my feet towards either side, spreading me apart for easy access. The stranger got onto the bed between my legs and began to kiss and lick my inner thighs. He drenched the crease between my leg and torso with his saliva and blew on it with the same thin stream of air that sent my ass into a state of orgiastic bliss. I instinctively began rubbing my clit, but Susan quickly took me by the wrists and put my hands near my head.
“We’ll decide when you get to cum,” she said firmly. Then she began to cover my face with kisses. For years I envied those soft, pouty lips of hers, wishing they were on my face, and now they were. After she had made sure that every part of my face and neck got some of her attention, she placed her lips on mine and invaded my panting mouth with her tongue. It quickly discovered mine and I didn’t resist in the least. On the contrary, my tongue was delighted to have a new playmate.
And my lower orifice was doing even better. The stranger’s tongue plunged deep into my pussy and was painting the inside of it with his saliva. He devoured my labia and kissed all the flesh around my smooth, hairless pussy, leaving my clit virtually untouched. I was starting to get pissed. I’d been more than ready to cum by now but these two fuckers wouldn’t fuck me. My tummy tingled as his kissed his way up to my cleavage then licked his way through the valley of my tits until he reached my mouth where all three of our tongues became entangled.
They both got up and each took an arm, gently caressing my skin. I tried to pull away once or twice to give my clit the attention it so desperately wanted, but I was helpless against the two of them. They even sucked my fingers, one by one, and finished by licking my palms. The foreplay was great but how about some fuckin’? He held both my arms while Susan fumbled around in the satchel for something. Then she put, what I later found out to be, a Velcro handcuff around my wrist and tied it to the bedpost.
“What are you doing?” I asked with more curiosity than concern.
“It’s all part of the fantasy,” she replied matter-of-factly. He did the same to my other wrist, then they both did my ankles. I was spread eagle on my bed, loosely tied but still barely able to move more than an inch. I hoped that they were going to finally finish my pussy off. No such luck. I don’t know how often I wished a guy would spend more time on foreplay, but now I just wanted the sex. Starting at the base of my tits, each one softly placed one of their fingers on my flesh and slowly began to trace a circle around my mounds. They slowly spiraled their way up and around towards my nipples. At least that was what they planned. The sensation was like the opposite of a mosquito bite. Instead of wanting to stop an annoying itch, I wanted to stop the exhilarating stimulation. So I moved my chest around to rub up against their hands.
“We didn’t give you permission to do that,” she said with a slight chuckle. “Now we’ll have to start all over.” And they both went back to the bottom. Again, slowly, agonizingly they wound their way around my tits. Occasionally a finger would slip a little on the sweat escaping from my body. I was horny as hell and furious.
“Fuck me! Why don’t you fuck me!?” This time I was sure one of them laughed. I didn’t know if I was going to pass out from being overheated, from my soaring blood pressure or from exhaustion. I just prayed that they would let me cum first. When, after an eternity, their fingers finally arrived at their destination, they instead used the tips of their tongues to circle around my areolas. Again, around and around spiraling in. My nipples were hard enough to cut glass when they started chewing on them. Chewing, nibbling, taking them in their teeth and pulling them away until they released them and my tits bounced back, knocking against each other and splashing some of my sweat. Susan cruelly ran the tips of her fingers softly around my areolas while the sadistic stranger gently ran a feather over my swollen clit. I moved my pelvis up but it was no good. A feather was too soft. I could feel it but I could never exert enough pressure against it in order to cum. And they knew it. I felt like a race car being floored but my chassis was up on the blocks with no wheels. My engine was doing 300 mph but I was getting absolutely nowhere. My blindfold was getting damp from my tears. I was beginning to think that their real fantasy was to torture me. Both of them.
“Fuck me,” I whimpered. “Please fuck me.”
“You’re a horny little slut, aren’t you? And you need to be fucked really bad, don’t you?” Susan asked.
“Yes,” I sobbed.
“Say it.”
“I’m a horny little slut and I need to be fucked really bad.”
“Louder!”
“I’M A HORNY LITTLE SLUT AND I NEED TO BE FUCKED REALLY BAD! PLEEE-E-E-EASE!”
“Alright, we’ll let you cum but on one condition. From now on, you are our slave. We own you, and you will obey our every command. Agreed?”
“Yes! Anything! Just fuck me! Please!”
“Please fuck me, Master.”
“Please fuck me, Master! Now! Hard!”
My new Master put his palm flat on my pussy and held my clit firmly between two of his fingers. With his other hand he furiously rubbed my clit. Within seconds my pussy felt as if every molecule in it had just exploded. My entire body convulsed and shook like I was having a seizure. The bed even got banged…up against the wall. My orgasm burst out of my cunt and waves of sexual energy radiated throughout my entire body. I gasped for air as I quivered and pulled against my bonds, fortunate that they were there to restrain me otherwise I might have seriously injured myself. I managed to catch my breath after a few moments.
“Oh, God! That was incredible!” Helpless and spent, I just laid there while my Mistress went back to over stimulating the sweaty flesh and softening nipples of my tits. My Master just slowly rubbed his fingers over my clit, very gently, very casually. Even though I’d had my orgasm, my body still tingled from their extended foreplay. And because I was still charged up, it took their very talented hands only a few moments to get my pussy going again. Then my Master quickened his fingers over my swollen nub.
“I’m gonna cum again! I’m gonna…!” Again my cunt pulsated and more of my juices flowed from my hole. My second orgasm wasn’t anything like the first, but it was still better than most of the fucking I’ve had in my entire life. Then they started in again. Slowly caressing my clit and tits for a few moments then furiously rubbing my clit. Time after time after time they did this. I must have had a dozen orgasms in the space of ten minutes. I don’t know. I lost count. My head was swimming and my body was exhausted from the sexual marathon they were putting me through.
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