Date: Mon, 09 Jul 2007 14:18:01 -0600
From: enchanted princess <sprinkledwithlove@hotmail.com>
Subject: Education to success #3

All three of us were tired, spent. I managed only a whimper of protest
when Jess slid himself from me. I rested my cheek against Jamie's thigh
then fell into a light doze. Snippets of dreams, fragments of sex, of
submission. Jamie startled me awake, her hand stroking through my hair.
My first coherent though was the smell of her, rich, erotic, sexy. My
second thought is desire, hunger to fill my mouth with her taste.

Jess led me by my collar to the bench and tethered me to the floor. I
ached everywhere. Intimate places I'd never imagined, ached with a sweet
call of pleasure. The ones I'd used while kneeling at my mistresses
feet. The same ones I'd used while kneeling before Jess, drinking while
his cum surged into my mouth.  Most welcome of all was the throbbing burn
that engulfed the entrance to my behind. The tight muscle hidden just
inside. I was amazed that something so humiliating could feel so erotic.
With pleasure came fury though. I was no slave, no slut to be used at a
whim.

I knelt waiting for what would come next. The sound of the door closing
the silence of being left alone. Devastation washed over me like a wave.
I'd been left alone tethered, naked. No words of explanation, no thank
you for pleasure given, nothing. I knelt, scared, alone, abandoned.  The
submissive feelings I'd embraced just minutes before crumbled like burnt
ashes on the floor. My mind raced, thoughts of  violence, feelings of
rage. If I wasn't alone, if one or both of them were in the room with me
I would have told them how fucked up I thought they were.

I'd lost all sense of time. Since I'd been secured in my cell only
once, I assumed that one day had passed. I fallen asleep kneeling across
the bench. Grateful for it's padded surface.

Jamie came into the room while I slept. Her soft hand caressing my behind
aroused me. It was if I came awake inside and out. My body hummed for
her, eager for her touch. I felt a quick flash of anger that she had left
me here like this. Indignant at being treated this way. I didn't think
of all the people I'd treated so poorly. The connection lay still beyond
my comprehension. Even if I would have made the connection I would have
missed it. There was only that moment of thought before I was swept under
the spell of my mistress.

Jamie murmured words of encouragement and praise to me while she released
my collar. She allowed me to stand. I wavered on wobbly legs. She
steadied me. Her kindness swept through me, warming me.

Jamie led me to the bathroom. I felt a sense of shyness having her watch
me while I showered. She afforded me no privacy, watching me, touching me
while I washed. My stomach clench as a whiff of her scent filled my nose.
My nipples ache, she squeezed them. The spray of the water, the feel of
her hands as she touches me the pleasure of both merge hot and liquid in
my womb. My nipples thicken, pucker into ripe swollen berries.
Desperately I want to beg her to touch me. I groan with need.  I'm lost.

Jamie draws me back to my task, tells me to focus on washing my self. I
don't think I can do that. She's drawn me to instant arousal. I'm wet,
swollen aching, my body screaming with need. My mind is consumed filled
with  two thoughts, first; the raging ache consuming my body with the
need to cum. The second is Jamie. She's filling my mind, my senses. I
need the caress of her touch, my mouth waters thinking of her taste, her
feel. I need her.

My soapy fingers slide over my engorged clit. My knees almost give way.
I've never felt such intense need. Jamie squeezes my nipple, reminding
me that I'm supposed washing not playing. I throb around my fingers,
soak them with my juices. Too soon I'm done, not soon enough. My body is
raging painfully. I stroke my clit unable to resist the demands of need.
Jamie slaps my hand away. "You're supposed to wash your pussy not play
with it, slave." I bow my head trying to feel remorse but the throbbing
of my clit is more demanding.  Jamie cups my pussy in her hand and rubs
up and down. "By now your pussy must be tormenting you. You've hovered
on the edge of cuming so many times. Your swollen clit is pressing
against my palm. I could rub you this way, fuck you like this and listen
to you scream while your honey soaks my fingers. Would you like that?
Does my little slave need her pussy rubbed?

I gasped in pleasure. Rivers of need ran in a torrent through my womb. I
nodded my head. "Please Jamie, make me cum." I plead. I was still an
untrained slave. Addressing Jamie by her given name instead of as my
mistress and instructing her to make me  cum instead of asking her
permission to cum showed my inexperience. Shaking her head in pity, Jamie
slide her hand from my pussy and instructs me to finish my shower.

I go through the daily list of personal care. Jamie readies me for the
intimate use I'll receive as their slave. Submitting to this is much
more humiliating than being on my knees and having her or Jess plunging
into my behind.

Fresh and clean Jamie leads me into the main room. Jess has brought me
food. I'm grateful at his thoughtfulness.

While I'm eating Jamie tells Jess that I'd misbehaved while in the
shower. I blush, humiliated. I feel a sparkle of pleasure though, having
Jamie talking about me describing my body, expanding on my behavior. I
try not to but can't resist the twinge of pleasure I feel.

Jess frowns disapproval at me. "You still think you're somebody? We've
been gentle with you're training so far. Why? Because we both love you.
But that doesn't cjange who you are. You are our slave. Because of our
love for you we're giving you a look at the person you really are meant
to be. Lisha, you are a slave deep in your soul. You need a master and a
mistress to make you experience the full richness of life. Tell me how do
you feel when my dick is buried deep in your ass? How do you feel when
Jamie's paddling you? How do you feel when you're on your knees? My
womb lurches with anticipation. I keep my head bent, eyes lowered. I
refuse to give them the answer they want.

Jess and Jamie discuss the situation and agree that I need more intense
punishment. Not only will I receive my daily punishment but today I will
be humbled even more. I shiver, fear, excitement? Both I think.

Jess tethers me hands and knees, collar connected to the floor. He
presses the head of his penis to my entrance of my pussy. I'm wet and
ready, anticipating his plunge inside me. Instead he merely rubs the head
of his penis through the juices. Back and forth, teasing me, lubricating
himself.

He moves the head from my eager pussy and presses it to the tender
entrance to my behind. I clench my muscles, squeezing my entrance closed.
He doesn't spread warm lubricant across the entrance, doesn't press any
inside. Only the juices from my pussy provide the lubricant. His head is
slick with just enough moisture to press inside me. He's tight, filling
me, spreading, invading me. This time he doesn't go slow. This time he
plunges deep inside me in one fierce shove. Lightning pain, my ass
tightens releases, constricts, relaxes. I'm milking Jess.
Unintentionally I'm milking his penis begging him to move inside me.
Jess begins moving, slow strokes pulling out to the head then steady
thrusts deep inside. "Feel me fuck you. I'm using your ass to show you
that you're nothing more than my slave and I can fuck you when and how I
want to. You like being on your knees having me fuck your ass, don't you
little girl?! Jess questioned me.

At first nothing but pain registers in my mind. I don't realize when I
began pressing back into his thrusts. Meeting him in intensity. Jess is
huge inside me. He spreads me painfully around him. I relaxed, embrace
him. His dominance brings me such pleasure it's heightened by the pain
in his possession. I'm welcome each plunge, shove myself onto him. I'm
begging him to fuck me harder. I need him deeper. I ache for him to
swell, lengthen stretch me further. His hands squeeze my hips holding me
steady. His cum is building, he pounds into me sinking deeper. His shaft
thickens stretching me around him. He brings pain in his possession. I
ripple with pleasure.

My pussy thickens clenches as if he's inside my pussy instead of my ass.
I ache for him to fuck me there. Throb with the need to milk him with my
pussy to bath him in my juices. I'm building though, cum is churning to
the surface. My clit thickens pushes past the protective skin seeking the
friction I'm craving.

Jess slams into me violently. He's engorged, molten cum shoots from the
crescent on the head. He pumps into me filling me with hot searing cum.
Over and over he withdraws then lunges back inside with another gush of
semen.

My  pussy is spasming. I'm so close, frozen on the very edge. One sweet
brush of friction is all I need. Just a few more strokes of Jess's penis
piercing my behind. Jess doesn't hold back though. His intent wasn't my
pleasure. He used me, fucked me to show me that I was his slave. He
showed me that his pleasure was what I am meant for. My pussy aches, my
ass burns. I cry, but realized what I am being taught and somehow it
fells right.

Jess pulled his semi-erect penis from my body. Tears filled my eyes. They
fell uncheck, spilling onto my cheeks. Days ago I would have swiped them
away defiant and angry, ready to fight. Days ago I wouldn't have cried
at all.

Jess's voice called me back to awareness. His voice held no note of
kindness, offered me no measure of comfort, only reprimand, chastisement
for my misdeed.  A reminder of my place, who I was, why I was here. He
admonished me for  my act of rebellion. Then encouraged me to repeat my
defiant behavior. "I enjoy punishing you. Feeling the heat of your ass
after it's been paddled into a bright cherry red. Shoving my dick into
your tight little hole and then fucking you hard. I want you desperate to
cum. I want you to ache so intently, your clit so swollen that it hurts.
I want your absolute submission. My dick is hard and pulsing just
thinking of ways to punish you."

I cringed. Jess's tone of voice assured me that he wasn't lying. My ass
burned, my pussy quaked with need. I knew what Jess meant, felt it
already.

Jamie handed a paddle to Jess then came and knelt at my side. I waited
eagerly for her caress needing the comfort of her touch. Her hand  cupped
my breast. My nipple puckered against her palm. Pictures of her mouth
closed over my nipple sucking me filled my mind. I imagined my nipple
sucked hard inside her warm mouth. My nipple hardened against her palm.

I gasp, shocked, in pain. My nipple is engulfed in a million shard of
pain. She gives me no time to accommodate, to embrace the intensity. A
second clamp seals over my other nipple. Both are now pulsing into waves
of torment. I arch my chest pushing my breasts into the pain, engaging
it, embracing it. I know once I match the crashing waves of pain, relax
into the pulse that the pleasure will be just as intense as the pain.
That it will burst through me and each explosion will shoot straight to
my pussy, engorging my clit. I breath, force myself to breath into the
torment.

Jamie releases one clamp, reclamps it then does the same with the other.
Now I do cry out, begging over and over. I apologize for rubbing my
pussy, apologize for not obeying, for not being a better slave.

My ass explodes in flames. Jess delivers repeated blows each spaced
seconds apart. The rhythm meant to keep me off balance,  un prepared for
the next stroke. I'm on fire, my ass is hot and burning my nipples
surging each time the paddle connects with me behind.  I can only beg,
have no strength to do more than cry. I try to count the number of times
the paddle connects with my ass but counting and numbers mean nothing
only the intensity of my punishment.

Finally, it stops. The burning in my ass continues, it throbs in harmony
with the pulsing of my nipples. Jess strokes his hand over one cheek then
the other. I flinch. He delivers one final swat with his hand then steps
around to my side. Any defiance I felt has been erased one stroke at a
time.

Jamie releases my collar. I'm too dazed to move. Jess helps her lead me
to a set of  rings bolted to the floor. I'm stretched out on my back, my
arms and legs tethered. The coolness of the floor soothes my behind a
little but not enough. My nipples are still clamped, they throb
painfully, erotically.

Jamie kneels straddling my stomach. She releases my right nipple from
it's clamp. Blood pulses to the surface engorges my tormented nipple as
a new wave of pain envelops me. The second clamp is released, both
nipples harden swell they feel as if they'll burst. Jamie lowers her
mouth to my breast, blows on my sensitive peak. I anticipate her warm
mouth hold my breath waiting for the exquisite pleasure of her mouth.
"Your nipples are exquisite. Each dark circle, crinkled in excitement.
Because of the clamps your nipples stay hard all the time. They're like
over rip berries, bumpy and sweet, begging to be eaten.

She flicks her tongue across one nipple then the other. My pussy explodes
with pleasure. She closes her lips around me then sucks me inside. I'm
liquid, warm, juices pool in my womb. Her mouth is sensual, warm, liquid
around my sensitive tortured nipple. She draws me deep into her mouth it
hurts but it's bliss. I'm melting, gathering into a pool of sweet
sensual liquid. My clit is swollen, it aches. My clit feels as if it's
swollen to the size of an olive, aching, exposed past it's protective
shelter. My legs are spread wide, opening me to the caress of air. It
teases me, taunts me.

Jamie sucks me hard taking me deep into her mouth and holds me there,
sucking hard, milking me. My nipples are raw, responsive to every touch
every breath of air. I embrace the torture the raw agony, I'm excited by
it, I feel sexual, feminine. I arch my breasts up to her giving myself to
her, embracing the way she's making me feel.

I groan, aching, throbbing, desperate. Jamie moves up, straddles my head.
Her pussy hovers above me glistening, wet. Her scent flows to me rich and
sexy. She lowers her pussy to my mouth. I raise my head to meet her. I'm
so hungry, I need her to flow her juices into my mouth, flood me with her
taste.

Just as she reaches me, as her swollen lips feel the caress of my tongue,
Jess closes the clamps around my nipples. Returning me to the painful
submission of torture. It's barely a distraction though. My hunger for
Jamie's pussy is so strong so consuming. The burn in my nipples fuels
the ache of hunger. My hunger for Jamie, her scent, her taste. The ache
in my nipples, every sensation pulses to my clit, through my clit.  I'm
crying. Salty drops  spill across my cheeks. I open my mind, open my
body, expose my soul. I melt into the bliss of submission embracing it as
part of my soul.

Jamie's pussy is creamy and sweet. I lick her silkiness with my tongue.
Her lips are swollen, I suck on them tease them with my mouth. Each
mouthful of her juices I swallow feeds me, feeds the pulsing demand
centered in my womb.  Licking her pussy, is pure, sweet heaven.

I slip my tongue between her inner lips, bury it in the passage to her
core. Her liquid coats my tongue. I delve into her then withdraw, each
time bringing another mouthful of her cream into my mouth. I'm fucking
her with my tongue giving her pleasure. Her pleasure rewards me with
mouthfuls of cream. The satisfaction I feel when serving her is imprinted
on my soul. Each drop of cream that flows across my tongue washes away
any last denials, I'm emotionally bound to Jamie. I'm grateful she's
my teacher.

Jamie tilts her hips and brings her behind to my mouth. I love drinking
from her pussy more but the exotic submission of having to pleasure her
this way excites me. I would never have imagined that I'd willingly bury
my tongue inside anyone's ass. But now I felt a rush of excitement at
Jamie's demand that I do just that.

Her juices have spilled from her pussy and soaked her lips, inner thighs
and her crinkled entrance. She tastes of pussy, tastes uniquely Jamie.
When I slid my tongue past the entrance I taste Jess's cum. My pussy
jumps with excitement. I pictured Jess behind Jamie. Her on her knees,
Jess surging into her ass with his swollen penis. My  pussy convulsed
with need, excitement. I spasmed in pleasure. I was the one given the
privilege of licking Jamie's ass, soothing it after Jess had fucked her
then filled her with his cum.

I licked and teased her entrance, caressing stroking her. I pressed my
tongue into her then withdrew, again and again I stroked her pressed into
her. My pussy is convulsing. I ache and throb. I lick her ass, pouring
all the desperation I feel, into giving her pleasure.

Jess jerked her ass from my mouth and smashed her clit into my mouth.
I'd been anticipating having her clit in my mouth. I knew I'd make her
cum when I was allowed to suck it. Now she throbbed inside my mouth. Her
rich flavor engulfed me once more. I gently suckle her, gently milking
her special bud. My tongue soft and flat I stroked her, caressed her. Her
clit is so hard so engorged. She's pumping her hips fucking my mouth
with her clit. I suck her, close my mouth over her and suck her not hard
but not softly either. She's rubbing her clit against my teeth seeking
friction. I suck her harder now, instinctively answering her needs. She
fucks my mouth, I try to keep up with her by sucking and licking her. I
grab a hold of her clit and suck it hard hold it tight while I lick it
with the tip of my tongue. I reach to grab her hips to hold her in place
while I fuck her with my mouth. My arms are bound keeping me from holding
her.

Jamie bucks her hips rubbing her pussy up and down across my face. She
freezes, poised with her clit filling my mouth. She cries out while I
suck her clit. She convulses in orgasm while I lick her. She cums hard,
waves of ecstasy spasm through her pussy. I lick her clit, suck her
through her orgasm. Once the intense waves subside she tilts her pussy
presses it to my mouth and spills her juices across my tongue. She's so
rich, so creamy, pure liquid pleasure. Greedily I savor her juices as she
spills them into my mouth. She coats my tongue, spills down my throat.
I'm humbled. I feel such peace. Finally I feel as if I've found the
pure simple belonging I've craved. I want to be submissive to Jamie and
Jess. I love being their slave.

I should be angry, disgusted. Tethers connected to the cuffs at my wrists
and ankles hold me in place. My arms are stretched out on either side of
me and my legs spread wide exposing my most intimate places. A collar
circles neck. It's used to restrain me while I kneel across a padded
bench. Restrained, I'm helpless totally at the mercy of Jess and Jamie.
Their intention is to teach me that I have no control, that I'm no
longer the dominant person I was before. Laying on my back, tethered in
place, my mistresses creamy juices rich and yummy in my mouth, and liking
it, I think I'm learning.

 Jess and Jamie have preformed a morning ritual of preparing me for the
daily activities. It starts with a shower, a thorough cleansing inside
and out. Then to the bench, on my knees, tethered in place. I'm spanked
with a paddle. My cheeks burn as if on fire. Each stroke leaves a fiery
imprint on my ass and a permanent mark on my soul. After the spankings
came possession. Warm lubricant spread over and inside the entrance to my
behind. Then Jess buries himself deep inside me. His intent is my
submission not my pleasure. He fucks me hard demonstrating his dominance
over me. Jamie does the same. I'd watch, holding my breath, waiting
while she chooses the dildo she'd use that morning. My behind aches from
Jess but I knew it was going to get worse.  A little lubricant then Jamie
would fuck me, harder and deeper than Jess had just moments before. This
was always followed by another spanking.

I used to scream in rage. Then I'd cry and beg to be released. Screaming
only brought worse punishment, crying and begging brought me no relief.
I'm realizing that it's not so much my physical actions as it is my
mental processes.

I have no choice when on my knees. I can only submit and be used in
anyway Jamie or Jess chooses. I can rage against the treatment, the
humiliation but it is easier if I understand and embrace the humility
instead. It's the same with having to be on my knees Jess's penis
buried against the back of my throat. I still hate the taste of cum.  But
I've learned that I love being on my knees for him. I love his hands
bunched in my hair while the head of his penis drives deep into my
throat. I love it when he explodes spraying hot cum into my mouth and
down my throat. It makes me feel feminine and sexy. When Jess dominates
me, I feel complete.

With Jamie it's a little bit different. I love the taste of her cum.
Before, it was that she forced me to drink from her pussy that I hated. I
love everything sexual and beautiful about her just like I love
everything sexy and masculine about Jess. What I hated most was the
submission part. Now I'm wet and aching knowing I'll be on my knees for
one or both of them again soon.

Jamie moves her pussy from over my mouth, kneels at my side.  She watches
as Jess caresses his fingers up the inside of my thigh. I'm shaking. I
know what he'll find when he reaches my pussy. I watch Jamie as she
watches Jess. Like clouds parting and revealing the sun I see her beauty.
She's like rich buttered cream, smooth and sensuous. But I can see
deeper than that now. I see the erotic sensual person, I see the caring
soul. I can also see the lust sparkling in her eyes and I'm grateful
she's become my mistress.

Jess's fingers brush the lips of my pussy. I can't stop the shivers of
pleasure. Liquid heat has spilled past the entrance, soaked my thighs.
His fingers slide along the length of my pussy from top to bottom. I
close my eyes lost in the depths of pleasure. Jess's fingers against my
pussy  fan the desperate need my earlier submissions have ignited. I'm
sexually inflamed but it's intensified by the pleasures of submission. I
know just one caress, one puff of air against my throbbing clit would
release me into orgasm but only if my master or mistress desires it.

I lay perfectly still, unmoving except for the shivers racing through me.
I know my master expects me lay perfectly still unless given permission
to do otherwise. I open my eyes and focus on Jamie's breasts. Imaging
each perfect nipple, hard and ripe in my mouth. Jess dips one finger
between my lips. My eyes close. I'm lost in pleasure, desperate. His
finger caresses across the inside of my lips. His finger slick and warm,
soaked with my juices. His finger slips up toward my clit. I'm so wet,
my lips so swollen. My clit feels huge, swollen and throbbing. I hold my
breath, the intensity of each throb of my clit robs me of the ability to
breath.

Jess's finger brushes across my clit. My pussy is so soaked, so ready,
my juices make my clit slippery. Just one stroke is all he gives me. His
finger slides back down to the entrance of my pussy.

I'm panting. I ache so desperately. My nipples throb, my clit throbs,
the walls inside my pussy throb. I need to milk a penis, a dildo, a
finger,. Anything, something to stroke the walls of my pussy, something
to milk while I cum around it.

Jess looks up from my pussy. He smiles a his sexy smile, first at me then
Jamie. "Do you think our little slave has behaved well enough? He asks
Jamie. "I don't know. What do you think, slave? Jamie turns to me ands
asks. My first instinct is to cry out and beg for my pussy to be stroked,
that I be allowed to cum. But I know instinctively that will only bring
denial. My pussy aches so intently I can barely think. Gathering every
ounce of rational thought I can find I lower my eyes and address my
mistress. "Mistress if you desire my orgasm then that is my desire as
well." Addressing Jess, "Master my pussy is swollen, dripping wet and
aching. My body begs you to rub me then milk me while I cum. Master my
body is to serve you and fulfill your desires. I beg you to use me for
your pleasure." It sounded like crap but aching so desperately, I
couldn't come up with a better way of begging for release.

I know what I said sounded too perfect almost practiced. I meant what I
said though. I freely gave myself to them. I desired their pleasure,
craved their joy. My body ached, in some places it was a dull pain, but
because it was given to me by my Master and Mistress it brought me joy. I
eagerly embraced the new insight into my self that they had given me. I
offered devotion as only a slave could give her master and mistress.

Jamie smiled at me, a beautiful loving smile. "Good little slave," she
whispered against my lips. Her mouth captured mine, dominant, possessive.
She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, held me captive, nursed. The tip
of her tongue traces across the curve teased the crease where top and
bottom met. She nibbled, sucked and milked my bottom lip, my clit pulsed
as if it were being sucked instead. I couldn't hide the depth of
response Jamie induced from me. I groaned hungry and needy.

Jamie pressed her tongue along mine, stroking and caressing. One of the
most erotic simulations of sex is the dance of one tongue against the
other. The sensuous dance of Jamie's tongue against mine flooded my
mind, my body with liquid fire. Every point of desire was peaked and
swollen, throbbing painfully. My pussy clenched, spasmed. Moments before
I'd been well behaved, but now my hips pumped in desperation.

Jess slid his hand up the length of my pussy. I jumped, startled,
desperate. Jamie cupped my face with her hands, held me prisoner. Jamie
pressed his fingers into the crease between my lips. My creamy juices
coated the tips of his fingers. Soaking wet he spread the juices down and
over the entrance of my behind.

Jamie's mouth, Jess's fingers, I shivered. Jess slid his fingers back
up to my pussy. Slick and silken  through the milky pool of juices his
fingers caressed. Then pure rapture as he finds my engorged clit.

Jess prolongs my agony and withdraws his touch from my aching bud. His
fingers dip once more into the pool. I scream into Jamie's mouth as he
plunges them deep inside. Slow measured strokes, slow sensual withdraw
followed by erotic rapturous plunges, of fingers spreading wide the walls
of my pussy.

I panted, crying constantly into Jamie's mouth. I am so hungry! My body
is so sensitive, so heightened. Thick silken cum boils deep inside my
pussy and my clit is pulsing with each beat of my pulse with each plunge
and withdraw of Jamie's tongue, Jess's fingers.

Jess's hand presses against my hip. The fingers of his other hand
encounter my clit. He holds me, my hips pressed to the floor. His cream
soaked fingers glide back and forth across my clit. I pant, cry, embrace
the building of cum deep in my pussy. Jess smears my juices back and
forth across my clit driving me quickly towards the edge.

He pauses. I'm one stroke, one brush from release. My body is alive in
protest in desperation. Jess warm mouth closes over my pussy. His tongue
delves into my depths. I thrust my hips, raising them, pumping them,
fucking myself with his tongue. I'm screaming, on the edge. My pussy is
thick and swollen, milky cum swells towards the surface.

Honorable mention gotes to one of my readers (you know who you are) she's
helped me improve on my talants and reach for greater victories. Having
said that I offer my third and possibly last entry in theis story. I hope
you've enjoyed it and I promise there will be more stories coming.

Education for Success

Jess closes his mouth over my clit. Warm rapture encases me. Each stroke
with his tongue sends me closer. I've been desperate to cum for days. On
the edge and denied over and over again. Jess's tongue brings that
magical stroke and sends me screaming into spasms of rapture. Jess's
hands on my hips hold me prisoner while he licks me through my orgasm.
Too soon the waves of rapture subside, too soon I'm sensitive. Jess
holds me down laps my clit, licks me further. I squirm, too sensitive to
touch. Jess sucks me. I fight for freedom. Still Jess licks me, sucks me.
I'm startled as another orgasm engulfs me. It embraces me, overwhelms
me, I shatter into sparks of pleasure. My pussy feels as if I'm
exploding, it's as if I'm turning inside out.

I lay panting, unable to fill my lungs with enough air to breath. "Thank
You," is the only thought I can form.

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