“Greedy little sub,” Adam chuckled. He manipulated her
slick, swollen pussy lips, sliding them back and forth until
one of the frozen red grapes popped from its dewy prison.
It sat, glistening lewdly, nestled between her sopping wet
lips like some obscene sex organ. “Do not come,” he
instructed quietly, working his tongue beneath the grape and
sliding it all the way up her slit. He flicked it rapidly
across her frazzled clit before pulling the small fruit into
his mouth and chewing noisily.
She was gasping like a beached fish, desperately trying to
hold off her climax.
“Do not come,” he repeated, squeezing another grape free and
looking at it for a long moment before taking it into his
mouth. “God, you taste delicious,” he murmured, sliding his
tongue back and forth along the length of her slit, just
barely touching that nerve-ridden nubbin of flesh that was
the center of both her pleasure and her torment. “Like
sunshine and flowers and sweet, sweet cream.”
She lay there, shuddering and twitching as he tunneled his
tongue into the depths of her
cunt, releasing two more grapes and sending her body
spiraling up, up, up toward the orgasm that hovered so
tantalizingly out of reach. The orgasm she so desperately
craved, yet knew she must not have. The one she fought with
every trembling muscle in her body.
Adam pushed her right up to the edge. Then stopped.
He straightened, watching her entire body shudder helplessly
as yet another orgasm retreated. He reveled in the power
her submission gave him. Power to control, to direct, to
manipulate. Power to render her helpless against her body’s
own dark needs even as he drove her to the ultimate in
sexual pleasure. “You do not have permission to come,” he
reminded her as, one by one, he pulled more round red globes
into his mouth. He released her pussy lips and stood up to
allow Jesse to take his place.
A sob heaved from her lungs as she frantically fought her
body’s brutal need to climax.
Jesse spread her labia apart with his thumbs, revealing her
entire slit from her clenching ass hole at the bottom to the
portal of her vagina and her clit at the very top. Her
flesh was pink and swollen and dripping with the cream of
her arousal. By now the remaining grapes were held firmly
in place within her vaginal walls. Jesse rubbed his nose
along her cleft, lapping his tongue at her dripping
entrance, making her shudder and squirm. Placing his palm
over her mound, he pressed down. “Push,” he said and a
grape popped out onto his tongue.
He bit into the crisp flesh and was rewarded with a burst of
tart sweetness that blended with Sarah’s own unique flavor,
making it the most delicious treat he’d ever eaten. He ate
all the remaining grapes, taking his time to dig each one
out, finger-fucking her, building her arousal to a fever
pitch. By the time he finished the last one, she was
moaning and writhing and burning with the need to come.
“Please, Jesse,” she begged, her voice hoarse with passion.
“Please….”
“Please what?” he asked perversely, grinning as he slowly
circled his finger around her clit, manipulating the
surrounding flesh without actually touching the pearl
itself, keeping her teetering on the edge, frantic and
desperate.
It was pure torture and she gritted her teeth and stiffened
her muscles in a losing effort to
keep her climax at bay. She knew she wouldn’t be able to
hold out much longer. “Please let me come,” she begged.
“I don’t know.” Jesse tilted his head, appearing to
consider. As he did so, he began tapping his thumb
repeatedly against her clit, increasing her suffering a
hundred-fold.
Oh. My. God! The breath shuddered from her lungs. Her
muscles clenched so tight she feared she‘d never get them to
relax again. She squirmed as her need to climax threatened
to swallow her alive.
“Whaddya think, Adam? Has she earned the right to come?”
Sarah’s beseeching gaze flew to her other tormenter, who
gave her a sly smile as he reached for her clamped breasts.
“Yeah. She’s been a pretty good girl.”
“Then come for us, Sarah,” Jesse toggled her clit, Adam
released the clips on her nipples, and she let out a shriek
as her orgasm hit her with the force of an avalanche,
blasting through her, leveling everything in its path. Her
back arched into a rigid bow as pleasure clenched her
muscles so tight, she thought she heard bones snapping. And
while she was still screaming and jerking about wildly,
Jesse stood and unzipped his jeans, freeing his iron-hard
cock. Grabbing her hips, he thrust into her, stroking
savagely in and out until she came again, her muscles
clamping around him so tightly his eyes crossed.
And again she came, with tremors so violent they rivaled a
magnitude 10 earthquake,
even as Jesse spilled his seed deep inside her. He pulled
out and Adam took his place until he, too, climaxed,
emptying himself inside her still-convulsing cunt. He
remained deeply buried, rocking his hips hard against her,
letting the long, liquid pulls of her inner muscles milk
every last drop of come from his pumping cock. There was so
much it splatted onto the floor in thick, milky blobs.
Finally, with a hoarse cry, he pulled out, staggering
backwards to collapse into the chair behind him, his hand
still stroking his dwindling cock, wet and slick with the
combination of all their juices.
Sarah flopped back on the table, jerking like a spastic
marionette, totally spent, wondering desperately where all
the oxygen had gone.
She was dimly aware of Jesse scooping her up off the table
and flopping into the nearest chair with her straddling his
lap, holding her close, crooning softly in her ear. His
voice came at her from a great distance, gradually fading
until there was nothing but silence. She had fainted.