Archive-name: Bondage/bet3.txt

Archive-author: John Carter

Archive-title: Bet, The - Part 3





        He knelt between her legs.  His hands ran back and forth 

in ever shrinking circles between the top of her pubic hair and 

the bottom of her slit.  A circle with his hands and he was 

travelling within her pubic hair all the time, only pausing 

briefly at the bottom of her slit to tantalize and tease her 

before moving on.

        Each hand mirrored the movements of the other.  They 

travelled up the sides of her sex, diverted into the forest of 

her hair and then back down until they met at the bottom of her 

slit.  Three, four, five more times he repeated the maneuver, 

each time the distance between his hands shortened.  

        On the next pass his fingers did not stray out into her 

hair.  Instead, they travelled up the inside of her slit, running 

along in her wetness, pausing at the top of her sex just over the 

clitoris, brushing it oh so briefly, and then decended back to 

the bottom of her slit only to begin again.

        She found herself moaning.  She wasn't sure how long she 

could stand this.  The sensation wasn't yet all that intense, but 

her state of arousal was.  Without any thought on her part, she 

found her hips moving, trying to increase the contact on her 

clitoris as his forefingers passed over it.

        She was wondering how long she could stand this when he 

broke off the pattern, one long finger sliding into her hole.  

The feeling of contact was so intense from this, as intense as 

she could ever remember it being, that she felt her orgasm begin 

almost at once.  

        Her fear was that he would remove his finger, stopping 

her orgasm.  She tried to thrust her hips at him, making a sound 

that was beyond a moan, nearly a snarl.   His finger was replaced 

with two, both not only meeting her thrusts, but rubbing her

g-spot at the same time.

        She felt that the whole center of her being was turning 

to water.  The orgasm began in her loins and radiated.  Each time 

she felt her orgasm begin to subside he increased the force of 

his thrusts.  It seemed to just go on and on.  She was running 

out of breath.  She felt the room swim around her.  Had she not 

been blindfolded, her eyes would have refused to focus.

        "And what's the first number?" she heard him say.

        She was only able to moan in reply.

        "I wonder how long you can keep coming?"  she heard him 

say.  "How much do you want to keep the first number secret?"

        His fingers concentrated even more on her clit.  She had 

begun to enter a transition phase where she wasn't so much 

coming as she was going into sensation overload.  When he would 

speak, she didn't always focus on the first few words.  As she 

tried to catch her breath, which was becoming more difficult, she 

found herself struggling against all of her bonds.

        It was nearly 9 minutes later when she told him the first 

number was 5.



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