Part 82 (2/2)

”I. I didn't want to c.u.m that way,” she spoke in explanation. My teasing had driven her to the point of climax, despite how careful to only tease her I'd been.

I watched as she let her own fingers drop between her thighs and give herself a touch. She looked like she was trying to keep herself on the edge without going over.

I let my gaze wander to the girl currently teasing my p.e.n.i.s. She was beginning to find a slow rhythm, rocking herself and slowly riding me. I have no idea why she wasn't pus.h.i.+ng herself harder. She was one hot little girl and she seemed to be prolonging this, trying to make it last.

”Janey?” I called gently to her.

She looked up and opened her eyes. She twisted in her cuffs a little, but managed to answer. Her eyes were glazed.

”Yes, Master?”

”What's the matter?”

”Matter, sir?” she stopped her rhythm, settling herself down with me completely buried in her softness. ”Aren't you enjoying it?”

”You don't seem to be working towards a climax.”

”I. This slave doesn't have permission to climax.”

She was still deep in this submissive role. But I had a feeling that this wasn't her problem.

”You do now,” I spoke gently to her.

”Does her master want more?” she asked, still a little glazed.

”I want what you want,” I answered her. ”I don't mind if you want to keep it slow.”

She licked her lips. ”I. This slave apologizes. She. She likes this. Please don't misunderstand. She loves this. But she also knows that ...” she voice trailed off.

”What?” I asked her. For some reason I was getting concerned.

”I wanted to do this. I really did. But. I. I can't climax like this.”

”Huh?”

Jane continued patiently. ”I like intercourse. Don't get me wrong. I. I feel full, and I love the sensations, but I can't get enough. Some women can't. I can't climax like this. I never have.”

I smiled at her. This I could understand. I wondered how long she meant to keep this wonderful s.e.x up for me, before she admitted her inability to me.

Christi spoke quietly from her position in the gra.s.s. I glanced over to her. Her hand was still stroking her nipples and v.a.g.i.n.a, although she wasn't allowing herself to dip inside to give her the stimulation that she no doubt desired.

”Can, I help?” Christi asked softly. I wasn't sure if she was addressing me or Jane.

”You can remove her clamps,” I told Christi quietly. Jane looked up in surprise, probably expecting to wear them until I let her go.

Christi moved her bare body towards Jane and reached out, stroking Jane's bound b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Jane cried out at the touch and I could feel her reaction from inside.

”This is going to hurt, Janey. But you want them off, right?” Christi whispered to the shaking girl.

Jane simply nodded and braced herself. The clamps had been tight and removal was going to throb and stab her. She'd been through this before.

I watched and reacted to Jane's squirming as Christi, as gently as she could, began to loosen the screws. Jane screamed as the first clamp fell from her trapped nipple. Blood rushed back into her nubbin and caused her to shake. I had to concentrate on holding back as she pulsed with the pain. She pulsed and struggled as her other nipple fell free of the clamps.

Christi watched Jane as she struggled to hold herself still through the waves of pain. I could feel her quivering on me. At last Jane opened her eyes and resumed her slow rhythm on me. She hissed through her teeth, ”G.o.dd.a.m.n, that hurt. I'm sorry.”

Christi bent and gently kissed at the swollen nipples that were riding back and forth in front of her. Jane moaned at the new sensations.

I watched as Christi moved her blonde head from Jane's chest and began to kiss her. The women kissed gently and pa.s.sionately as Jane continued her slow movements. I watched as Christi's hand stole down her body to stroke at herself. I watched as her arousal built once again to a fever pitch. Jane began to increase the tempo of her thrusts. She was getting tired, I could tell, but she wanted her climax more than words could express.

Christi's hand left her own lips and reached forward. I had a clear view of the slender fingers brus.h.i.+ng at Jane's pubic hair. Slowly Christi's fingers traced through the coa.r.s.eness and found the softness. I gasped as I felt her fingers brus.h.i.+ng at my sensitive skin as Jane continued her thrusting, becoming longer and a little faster with each stroke. I was beginning to have to concentrate to prevent my climax. Between Christi's soft fingers and Jane's wetness, I was having trouble controlling it.

I knew that Christi was teasing Jane. I could see her fingers bringing Jane to the point of o.r.g.a.s.m, then slowing, teasing unbearably. Jane broke their kiss, her lips moving soundlessly.

I almost couldn't hear the words from Jane.

”Hit me. Please.”

Christi backed away from kissing Jane.

”I can't, honey. I love you dearly, but I can't.”

Jane whimpered as Christi's hands kept up her stimulation. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her sore nipples. And her c.l.i.toris. All teased, slowly. Her thrusts were becoming more urgent, more sensual.

”Please?” Jane whispered.

Christi looked helplessly at me, not knowing what to do.

”I can't reach her,” I spoke gently to Christi.

Christi licked her lips and turned slowly back to Jane. She kissed her again, softly on the lips.

”I. I love you, Janey,” Christi whispered.

I watched as she leaned back to regard the straining girl in front of her. She switched her hands, moving her left to slowly tease Jane between her legs. Knowing exactly what Jane wanted, she closed her eyes and let her right hand slap gently at Jane's bound b.r.e.a.s.t.s. I watched as Jane grimaced even at the light pain. The bondage on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s exaggerated even the lightest touch for her senses. She pressed herself even harder onto me and into Christi's fingers.

”Harder,” Jane hissed, her face concentrating on the pain, on the sensations between her legs.

Christi took a deep breath and aimed. Her open hand fell hard across Jane's bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s making them dance crazily on her chest.

”Unghhhhhh,” Jane moaned as the pain washed over her. I could feel her take her last breath and hold it. She arched, pulling at the handcuffs on her wrists, probably reopening the cuts on her wrists. She groaned again, a deep throaty groan from deep inside of her. I felt her begin to climax, her body pulsating around me. I had to concentrate on darkness to prevent myself from following her. She writhed, screaming out Christi's name into the silent air. Her body flushed, as I'd never seen it before. I'd seen her climax before, but nothing compared to this. She climaxed for what seemed like forever. As she peaked, I could feel her internal muscles contracting around me. At her highest point, I have no idea how Christi knew, I watched as Christi let her hand fall again onto Jane's squeezed b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Jane cried out again. I could feel Christi's fingers still ma.s.saging Jane as she crashed through another o.r.g.a.s.m. Jane twisted and s.h.i.+vered, though being inside her, it didn't feel quite as powerful as her first one.

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