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HER STORY OF LUST AND SEX Chapter 4 end

HER STORY OF LUST AND SEX
Chapter 4 end
 
 
I knew immediately that, in order to comply, I was going to use all the strength of my tongue. There could be no fooling myself that what was happening was in any way accidental.
 
As if to encourage that effort I felt a finger teasing my clitoris and I groaned as pulses of arousal travelled to my extremities. Without thinking I sealed my mouth more tightly to her and with a single lunge I broke through the outer ring.
 
For a few seconds we remained motionless. I guess that she had been taken by surprise but then, slowly, she began to squeeze almost as if to test that it had really happened.
 
The pressure was almost painful and I worked my tongue to ease it but that only served to increase her excitement.
 
I want to feel it deeper.
 
I was already at my limit but she was not to be denied. She cruelly ignored my pussy and sat up over my face forcing my tongue a millimeter or two further inside.
 
It was clear that she had been planning this all along. I could taste the sour residue of soap but it could not disguise a musty undertone.  
 
Even as I contemplated this I was aware of shadows falling over me as the others drew closer and looked on with something approaching awe.
 
I was horribly aware of myself, my ragged, noisy, breathing and the trail of spittle escaping from the corner of my open mouth. I wanted to withdraw but now that Isabel had the measure of the situation she clenched me firmly in place and I could feel the motion of her fingers as she began to masturbate.
 
To begin with she worked on her clitoris but then she pushed her fingers deep inside as though probing for my tongue across the divide. Encouraged by the others it did not take long for her to reach a climax but it brought tears to my eyes as she squeezed me even more tightly while caught up in the final joy of her contractions.
 
Once it was over I feared that she was going to turn herself round and demand more but she was strangely quiet as she got up from the bed and, as she finally joined in the others' laughter, it sounded just a little strained.
 
I almost sighed with relief as they left the room but no one had made a move to untie me.
 
I lay listening as the music started up once more and I could hear their excited voices punctuated now and again by the distinctive pop of a wine cork. At some point I dozed off and, when I became aware of my surroundings again, everything was silent. The room was bathed by the light of the full moon, so I knew it was sometime in the early hours, and I began to dread that they had gone leaving me to my fate.
 
I turned my head listening for any sound that might allay my fears and then I heard footsteps. I was at once relieved and disturbed as the door opened and someone slipped stealthily into the room.
 
I was surprised to see that it was Bernice standing by the bed now dressed in a short purple nigh tie.
 
Bernice, I ache all over. Untie me.
 
She put her fingers to her lips conspiratorially and then whispered in her cut glass  
English accent.
 
I want you to do it what you did for her.
 
I was too shocked to reply but I finally found my voice and spoke in anger.
 
Don't be insane. Untie me now!
 
I had spoken quietly, albeit tersely, aware, even now, that I did not want to disturb the others. She simply ignored me and, with a grace that her body belied, she moved up onto the bed.
 
Following Isabel's example she straddled my head facing down my body and I immediately felt afraid. Her bulk, with its heavy promise, eclipsed the moonlight and  
she allowed her satin nigh tie to drape over my head.
 
I could not do it. I filled my lungs, ready to shout, but, as if in anticipation, she came down on my face stifling my cry at birth. In desperation I tried to shake my head but she sat very still her weight keeping me firmly in place. It must have been about thirty seconds but it felt like a lifetime before she relented and lifted herself a couple of inches.
 
Bernice Please untie me please.
 
Do it!
 
I can't!
 
She was not going to take no for an answer. She settled on my face again and the message was clear. This time I did not have time to fill my lungs and after just a few seconds I was fighting for air but she ignored the thrashing of my body and continued to sit in stately fashion.
 
Again, she lifted herself just clear but this time she reached back to part the soft cushions of flesh that loomed over me.
 
Are you ready to do it?
 
Bernice, I....ummmmhhhh!
 
She did not let me get any further she relaxed onto my head but this time my nose was pressed deep into her cleft and it felt as if my face was caught in a vice.
 
I had not learned my lesson and had not breathed in and this time she stayed in place even longer. When she finally allowed me to draw breath my lungs were burning.
 
There was nothing I could do. I was tempted to bite her, but I knew that she would make me face the consequences, and it might be hours before any of the others arose.
 
She remained poised over me with her parted cheeks revealing a deep set opening fringed with sparse red hair.
 
Yes or no?
 
Yes
 
I spoke the single word of surrender and felt tears pricking my eyes. This time she came down gently, inviting my tongue, and I unwillingly complied.
 
She had obviously not washed since her previous exertions but I tried to ignore the acrid taste of her earlier arousal as I endeavored to get it over with as soon as possible.  
 
I speared my tongue and was surprised at how easily I was able to penetrate her. Her excitement was obvious; she too began to finger herself furiously, bringing herself to a climax as quickly as possible, as if she feared that I might fail her.
 
The truth was that my tongue was numb and when the inevitable pressure came at the peak of her excitement I was able to bear it. Fortunately, as soon as it was over she slumped forward allowing me to breath freely for the first time in minutes.
 
I was still working my tongue around inside my mouth, trying to restore some feeling, when she lifted herself upright and turned in a single movement. I opened my mouth to protest only to have it filled by her dripping pussy.
 
The wetness made it even more suffocating than before and I almost choked as I found myself breathing moisture. I waited for her to move, expecting her to rub herself over my face in a repeat of her earlier performance, but this time she wanted the slower, lazier, option. She wanted me to do all the work with my tongue.
 
She remained motionless for long seconds, starving me of air, until I had no choice. I pressed my sorely treated tongue deep inside.
 
The contrast between the vicious squeezing that I had just endured and the gentler warm embrace of her pussy was marked but even this little was too much. My tongue hurt right down to the root and even my lips were beginning to protest from the constant chaffing.
 
The taste, as I took her to her second orgasm, seemed stronger and I had to endure it for much longer as she made it absolutely clear that she was in no hurry.
 
She was no longer the ingénue; she made me lick her puffy labia for what seemed an age before directing me to get my tongue deep inside where I was forced to swallow a fresh inundation.
 
Only at the very end, when the outcome was inevitable, did she allow me to give my attention to her clitoris, insisting that I suck it gently as she careened over the edge.
 
When it was over she contemptuously rubbed herself over my face, smearing me liberally with her sap, and then she left me with every breath I took a reminder of my humiliation.
 
Sometime later she came back and I feared the worst but in a surprising turn of events she loosened the ribbon around one of my wrists and left again without a word.
 
I quickly released myself and braced a chair under the door handle to keep it secure. I then washed, avoiding my own image in the mirror, before brushing my teeth for long mindless minutes.
 
I could not bring myself to lie down on the bed again and so, covering myself with a sheet, I made myself comfortable in the chair and drifted in unconsciousness.
 
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