HER STORY OF LUST AND SEX Chapter 4 continued

HER STORY OF LUST AND SEX
Chapter 4 continued

Through all this my focus was still on the fingers which lingered maddeningly without fulfilling their promise. I could feel them stretched across my sex but never applying quite enough pressure to open me up.

I took out my growing frustration on Kyla. The next time that she centered her clitoris over my mouth I sucked it between my lips and licked less gently. I could tell that she wanted to pull away, to dictate the pace, but I had gotten to her. I had taken her beyond the point of no return and her body stiffened. For the next few seconds my own needs were forgotten as I took a perverse pride in bringing her the joy of a draining orgasm.

As her climax ebbed I hurt my wrists as I unthinkingly tried to touch myself only to be brought up frustratingly short by ribbons now damp with perspiration.

Kyla tried to retain her poise as she dismounted but she was almost betrayed by her unsteady legs. For my part I welcomed the cool air on my wet face and drew my first breath for some time which was not impregnated with the scent of a woman.

I was convinced, now, that it had been Isabel who had been toying with me but, no sooner had Kyla finished, than I was abandoned once more.

You are next Bernice.

Isabel, I've had enough of this. Untie me now!

Bernice looked disquieted by my outburst but Isabel completely ignored it and continued to address her friend.

Come on, she loves it, look at her.

She continued to stand uncertainly until Isabel and Kyla approached her and began to strip her out of her sundress.

You'll love it. She has a wicked tongue.

As Kyla knelt and eased her out of her panties Bernice seemed to suddenly regain her confidence. Her eyes widened slightly and her nervous smile broadened as she approached the bed.

She was a bigger girl than she at first appeared. I guessed that her breasts must have been a 38DD but she was blessed with a pair that were, almost symmetrical, with neat pink nipples, and they were kept in proportion by her broad hips and shoulders. Her belly was slightly rounded with a deep navel beneath which her pussy was covering of fine red hair, looked relatively small.

Bernice, think about this, you well come to regret it.

She was at the bedside but she did not look into my eyes as I spoke. Instead her gaze was fixed on my mouth.

Rather more awkwardly than the other two she moved up onto the bed which gave a creak under her added weight.

Please Bernice, don't. I've had enough.

For the space of a heartbeat she hesitated but then, as the others had, she slid forward to pin my shoulders. Almost immediately I began to struggle. Her ample thighs, pressing at the sides of my face, formed the walls of forbidding canyon and I felt the onset of panicked claustrophobia. This was not helped by her weight pressing on my chest making every breath a labored effort.

The mocking laughter of the others came to me as a muffled sound but I could tell that they were egging her on. With one final look into my eyes she eased up over my face and then, like the closing of a coffin lid, she sealed me off.

With almost childish glee she spread herself over my face and closed her thighs enveloping me in a clammy darkness that was already evidencing her arousal. With my lungs free to expand once more I instinctively tried to draw a deep breath but my nostrils were pressed closed and I could only open my mouth part way.

I sucked an unsatisfying draft of air through my teeth and fought for self control but, in the closed confines, it seemed to be getting hotter second by second.

Fortunately, there was fun to be had from pretending to suffocate me Bernice had a more pressing need. She shuffled painfully on my face and, having taken up a new position, she lifted herself slightly with her pussy meaningfully poised over my mouth.

I must have taken some perverted pleasure from the degradation being inflicted upon me, but I had reached my limits. I hated them and I hated myself and I wanted to curl up and die but I was tied fast and Bernice was not going to be denied.

I closed my mouth in denial but she was so turned on that she was literally dripping onto my face. Once it became obvious that I was not about to cooperate she relaxed her leg muscles and started to rub herself over me.

I tried to turn away but she held me fast between her thighs and her pussy split like an overripe fruit smearing me with her heavy scented sap. Seconds later I wished I had simply licked her.

She discovered that she could get herself off simply by using the friction provided by my face and she was soon working herself unheedingly over my mouth, nose and forehead.

I jerked my head in revulsion but she simply used the movement and rode me out like a bronco. Somewhere, in another time and place, I could hear the others cheering her on and she rose to the challenge. Her sodden pubis chafed my skin as she rubbed herself ever more eagerly filling my nose with moisture and even pulling at my hair as she rode up into my hairline.

I do not know how long it went on for. My face burned with shame and the heat of movement. I was crying freely by the time she reached a climax with a series of uncontrolled, painful, jerks. Even then she continued to gyrate slowly, smearing me with the last of her offering, before she finally collapsed from the bed.

I swore at her, at all of them, but they simply laughed and the more so as I sneezed out the cloying mess from my nose. At that point Isabel took mercy and wiped off my reeking face with a handful of tissues but my ordeal was not over.

She discarded the tissues and slowly stripped out of her bikini and sarong. She stood for a moment, splendid in her nakedness, confident that she was still the most beautiful woman in the room and it was this sense of certainty that somehow got to me.

After all I had been through there was a strange comfort as she took up her position on the bed as though it were her rightful place.

I hope you've saved something special for me.

Unlike the others she faced down my body and I assumed that this was to allow them to see more clearly her dominion over me but I had underestimated the depths of her depravity.

As I watched she adjusted her position slightly and then reached behind her to take hold of the taut globes of her arose. Making sure that the others understood exactly what she intended slowly almost theatrically parting her cheeks.

I felt something a kin to vertigo. My heart hammered in my chest and I was breathing quickly and deeply. Her buttocks loomed large, filling my field of vision, and there at the center was the forbidden opening. It seemed to pulsate, the dark eye flexing ever so slightly in a movement only just magnified by the grey pink radiating lines.

My eyes flicked lower, almost longingly, towards her ass but there could be no doubt that she was demanding the ultimate abasement.

Lick it you slut.

She spoke quietly, assuredly, and I could sense the others holding their breath. I had never done it before, in fact the prospect of doing such a thing with a man was appalling, but with her it seemed less unnatural.

At that moment she appeared the embodiment of perfection but even as she lowered herself towards me I registered the tiniest of flaws; the way that she had depilated herself slightly unevenly and the dark shadows of a fading pair of tiny spots.

I could feel her body heat as she waited, expectantly, just millimeters above me and my mind was in a painful turmoil. It was so wrong, so shameful, but there existed a bubble of peaceful isolation in which, at that moment only she and I existed.

My tongue seemed no longer to obey my will. I stretched it slowly, uncertainly, until I touched it to dark center of her cleft and then I licked gently. The taste was a mixture of salty perspiration and stale arousal but I ignored it as I examined the texture of her, from the smoothness of the cleft to the taut, restrained, strength of the muscle itself.

The room was silent and still but it was of no consequence as I continued with my task caught up in a world of my own. Isabel, held her-self poised, accepting my tribute but there was the slightest flutter suggesting that she could not quite believe it was happening.

I grew bolder, extending the sweep of my tongue to take in her perineum where I was aware of the almost imperceptible hairs that she had obviously been at pains to remove.

There was a strong temptation to take in her labia, to taste her once more, but we were held in an unspoken tension. Did she dare order me to break the final taboo?

The prospect of it made me shiver inside but the feeling was one of delicious fear which became focused as a tingling in my neglected pussy.

Eventually, she spoke as I knew she would.

I want to feel you inside me.

Nervous sweat ran freely from my brow as I hesitated but then she leant forward, dropping onto my mouth in the process, and at the same time I felt the comfort of her hand on my pussy.

She began to stroke me gently and with each movement of her fingers my tongue was encouraged to extend further. I touched the tip to the tight opening, which was already wet with my saliva, and pushed tentatively.

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