She opened her legs wider.
“You like that.”
She gulped. “Yes.”
“Ever use one of these before?”
She arched an eyebrow. “Are you kidding? If I’d ever had one of those delivered in the mail, the entire block would have known before I’d gotten it out of the wrapper.”
“Ah, Maddie we’re going to have such fun together.”
And, man, did they.
Mark slid that magic wand inside her, the head twirling the entire time, hitting every single nerve ending she had. He ran the clit stimulator on her, his tongue supplanting the incredible sensation, and he slowly worked that last probe inside her.
“Open wider, Maddie, and relax. You’ll enjoy this, I promise.”
He’d delivered on every promise earlier, and he did on this one, too.
Maddie’s breath quickened at the sensation. It was so erotic to be lying here, spread out before Mark, while he didn’t touch any part of her, but stared so intently at where he was putting the dildo inside her body, while she writhed against the sensations, moving to capture that elusive promise it held for her.
“Mark, more. Harder.”
He kissed the corner of her mouth. “Sssh, Maddie. Let me do this for you. Just go with it.”
“I’m trying, but all I want to do is move. I want you to fuck me. I don’t want some battery operated toy, I want your big, thick cock filling me.”
“Oh, it will, Maddie. It will. Just let me play a little longer.”
He moved from her side then and knelt at the edge of the mattress, splaying her legs farther apart and he moved the dildo just enough to—there. That was it. He hit the spot and—
But then moved it.
She whimpered and wiggled, trying to recapture it.
“Turn over, Maddie. On your hands and knees.”
She shivered at the image, and flipped herself over as quickly as she could, struggling to drag her knees beneath her.
They threatened to give out completely when he put the dildo back inside her, this time, just that first probe into her ass. It was only a little bit, but, oh, God, it was enough to drive her insane.
Then he turned it on.
Her pelvis arched into the feeling and her clit practically cried with lust.
Then Mark licked her folds, his lips mouthing her the entire way.
Just before he touched her clit, he pulled back.
“No!” she cried, falling to her elbows.
The angle changed the sensation of the dildo. For the better.
Mark widened her legs. “Look up, baby. Watch me eat you.”
Maddie looked at the window and while she could see the reflection of the mirror, she also saw something else.
Someone had their light on and they were doing exactly what she and Mark were doing.
The woman was looking right at her.
“Mark,” she breathed. “Over there. Look.”
He moved out from between her legs and she felt him twist around. Saw his head in the window. “That’s John and Susan. They’re hot together. Enjoy the show.”
Then he ducked down between her legs.
Between what he was doing with his tongue and the dildo, and what John seemed to be doing for Susan, Maddie felt like she was going to come that instant.
“Hold on, Maddie,” Mark said as he pulled his mouth from her clit. “Enjoy the ride. We don’t want to finish before they do.”
Maddie dropped her head. “What if they have the same thought?”
Mark twisted his head back so he could look at her. “I’m counting on it.”
She groaned when he licked her again.
Then his fingers got in on the action, playing with her folds, his thumb slipping inside her pussy, pressing in, finding that spot that made her legs shake.
He pushed the dildo a little more into her ass.
She moaned and dropped her head to the bed—but not for long. Susan’s ass was in the air, and John was standing behind her. He dangled something above her. Looked like a beaded chain with beads big enough to be seen from across the courtyard.
He licked each one, then moved them where Maddie couldn’t see.
But she could tell from the look on Susan’s face what he was doing with them.
“He put some sort of balls in her.”
Mark nodded then released her clit—an extremely important sequence because the feel of him tugging that sensitive flesh as he’d nodded was indescribable. “Benwa balls. I’ve got them. Want to try them?”
From the look of pleasure on Susan’s face, that was a yes.
Mark moved out from under her and opened the bedside drawer. He removed a chain of four nickle-sized balls. “You’ll love this.”
He ran them along the crease of her ass, the cool smooth metal such a contrast to the wet heat slicking her skin.
He ran them along her pussy, coating them in her juices, then, still licking her clit, he pushed them one by one into her vagina.
And then he put the dildo back in her ass.
Maddie couldn’t take the stimulation. She dropped her head to the bed, but not before seeing Susan smile at her. She’d realized what Mark was doing to her.
Maddie couldn’t concentrate on Susan and John. She could barely concentrate on Mark and what he was doing. All she could focus on was that spiraling heat that was working its way through her pelvis, along every nerve ending she had, swirling, taking her on a ride, as want and need swirled around inside her, centered on so many points of contact she couldn’t tell which sensation was which.
And then it didn’t’ matter as they all coalesced in one bright supernova of feeling low in her pelvis, the rush of lust and heightened sensation clearing out everything from her mind but the need to feel. To experience. To touch that one bit of pure pleasure as it rushed over her in a blinding cascade of light and sound and feeling and heat, and she rocked against the sensations, taking that probe deeper into her ass, Mark’s tongue and his fingers and those balls he was moving around inside her deeper into herself, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful but it rushed over her, each pounding crashing wave taking her to new heights, new sensations, new feelings and she couldn’t stop the gush of desire that left her body in a swirling, eddying, pulse-pounding, heart-throbbing perfection.
It took a while for the rushing in her ears to stop. A little longer for her to be able to breathe with any degree of certainty. As for her legs, the only way she was still on her knees was because Mark’s broad shoulders were keeping her spread and his hand on her stomach was keeping her above him—all so that he could continue to eat her.
It took a while for that feeling to register, her clit was almost numb from the sheer pleasure he’d given her.
He lapped at her, tasting her juices as if she were an ice cream cone.
Maddie smiled at that thought. Wonder what flavor he’d call her?
He would be decadent double chocolate swirl with a cherry on top.
Her mouth watered… but it didn’t’ have anything to do with ice cream. He’d tasted so damn good.
Mark kissed her poor, well-used clit. It twitched beneath his lips.
Somewhere along the line, he’d removed the dildo from her ass, but the benwa balls were still in place.
“I’m leaving these in,” he said when he finally removed his tongue.
“Mmmm.” That was the extent of her verbal capabilities.
“Yes. Because when I fuck your ass, they’ll make you come again.”
Wow, his words alone almost did that.
He moved out of from between her legs then, and Maddie let her hips fall to the bed.
“Oh no you don’t, madam. We’re not finished yet.”
“I am.” She was. She didn’t know how much more she could take and her legs were definitely not up for functioning.
Mark slid a wedge-shaped foam pillow beneath her hips. “You won’t have to do anything but come, Maddie.”
She didn’t th
ink she could. Ever again.
She must have said that out loud because he chuckled, but that didn’t stop him from running his warm hands over her cheeks.
Then he slid them between them.
He’d lubed his fingers and prodded her ass with them, spreading the wetness there, working over that tight ring of muscle.
She stiffened against his fingers. It was one thing to take that dildo inside her, but Mark was bigger. Thicker.
“Relax, babe. It’ll work. Trust me. You’re so relaxed otherwise, this will be nothing.”
It wasn’t nothing. It was definitely something. Something she wanted to experience with him.
She lifted her head a little. John was doing the same thing to Susan.
Mark nudged her legs apart and she felt the tip of his cock press against her. He was so hard already.
He ran his hand down her back, the feather touch raising goose bumps. Then he trained his hands along her sides, brushing the curve of her breast.
“Pull your arms beneath you. Give me some room to touch your nipples.”
Her poor neglected nipples. Mark hadn’t had enough fingers or toys or tongues to take care of them while he’d sent her on the most earth-shattering orgasm of her life. It was only fair they got some attention, too.
She gasped when his fingers brushed them. They were still store from the workout Finn and his friend had given them, but that only made them more sensitive.
Her breasts swelled in his hands and she groaned.
“That’s it, babe. Feel it.”
“I do.” Every single thing he was doing to her.
She lifted her head. Susan, for once, wasn’t looking at her. Her eyes were clenched shut, her mouth open as she panted and John pumped into her from behind.
“You watching them?” Mark asked.
“It’s so hot.”
“Yeah. Watch. He’s going to take those balls out just as she comes. I wish the windows were open, the sound she makes when she does is enough to get you off just from listening.”
“You’ve watched them a lot.”
His hands curved over her ass. “I’ve been without someone in my life for a while. Need something to take the edge off. They’ve been married for twelve years. It’s not only erotic but beautiful to watch them together.”
Mark flicked her nipples and Maddie got on her elbows again to give him better access. He reached over her shoulder now with both hands, lifting her breasts up, her nipples squeezed between his fingers, and he jiggled them.
The sensation shot straight to her pussy and she felt herself get wet again.
Susan was rocking into John in the other bedroom.
“Watch her, Maddie.”
Maddie couldn’t do anything else. Susan had put her palms down and was pushing herself back into her husband. He grabbed her hips with one hand and was pounding away, his other hand tugging the chain from beneath her slowly.
“They’re stimulating him, too, every time he bangs against them.”
“Will that happen to you?”
“Oh, yeah. I’ll make sure it does.”
She wiggled against him. “Go ahead.”
He sucked in a breath and his abs contracted against her butt. “Not yet. Let them finish. They deserve as good a show as we’re getting.”
Maddie shivered, thinking of the couple watching her and Mark.
Susan’s back bowed.
“That’s it,” Mark said behind her, his cock sliding just a little more into her hole.
Maddie felt her clit swell.
Mark pushed down on her lower back and adjusted himself inside her.
“More, Mark.” Maddie whispered, needing something to happen. Watching Susan build up to her orgasm was taking everything inside of Maddie not to work towards her own.
“I will, Maddie. Take it slow.”
She didn’t want to take it slow. She wanted to fuck him and be fucked by him. She wanted those balls in her vagina to do with they were designed to do and get her off because the tension, the waiting, was killing her.
“There. Look, she’s just about to come… there. She’s coming.”
It was a beautiful thing to see. Every muscle in Susan’s body locked yet John continued to pump into her from behind.
And then he was coming. His face contorted and he fingers bit into her hips and he reared back, the two of them frozen like statues for the longest, briefest time that Maddie couldn’t count.
Mark pushed past the ring of muscle and seated himself inside her.
The fire, the sheer burning heat of that possession, sucked the breath from her lungs. She wasn’t ready for this. For him. Wasn’t prepared. It hurt… yet it didn’t. He filled her almost like in her pussy but not.
And then he reached beneath her and rubbed her clit.
Maddie groaned… something. She said something but she didn’t have a clue what it was.
Mark stroked her again. “Move the pillow,” was what she came out with.
His hand was plastered between the pillow and her pelvic bone and the sensation, while intense, wasn’t the same as the free-range motion he could do if she were on her knees.
“If I take it away, you’ll be lying flat. We can’t do this if you are.”
“I’ll stay on my knees.”
“Maddie, you won’t be able to. That last orgasm took a lot out of you.”
“Do it, Mark. I ought to know what I’m capable of.”
If she could take a well-endowed man in her ass, there was no way she was going to rely on the pillow crutch to help her enjoy it.
Mark laughed—which jerked his cock inside her, causing all sorts of deliciousness to roll through her—and slipped the pillow out from beneath her.
“Now finger me, Mark. Get me off with every part of you.”
“God, woman, you are incredible.”
She certainly felt it.
Mark stroked a finger over her clit. It didn’t take much to have her shivering with want and need.
“Can you touch your breasts, Maddie? Cross your arms beneath you and play with yourself.”
She was one step ahead of him because she’d already grabbed hold of her distended, hyper-sensitive nipples and was working them.
“Susan and John are watching.”
She looked up then. The couple was leaning against their headboard, John wrapped around Susan, the two of them naked and sated, and staring right at her and Mark.
“Should I wave?”
Mark laughed again and the sensation was indescribable. “I’ll do it or us.”
She felt the movement and smiled when John and Susan waved back.
Then Mark pulled the first ball out of her vagina.
Maddie’s head dropped to the mattress. Good God, the sensation… It was as if every nerve in her clit had migrated down to that spot and the act of pulling it out was like rubbing her from the inside out.
“Do it again.”
“I will. But not yet. The time has to be right.”
She didn’t know how much more right it could be.
But then he pumped into her a little more. Withdrew just slightly. This was too new for her for him to work her pussy like it could handle, but if he kept this up, they’d get to that point in no time.
He circled his hands around her hips and slipped beneath her, his fingers unerringly finding her clit again, stroking her. Then he pumped a little more. Tugged on the chain.
He picked up the pace, the order the same, so that her body grew to anticipate it and that, in itself, increased the pleasure.
The second ball slipped out and Maddie felt the first flutter of orgasm roll over her.
“Feel good?”
She nodded, her head dropping back onto the mattress.
He gripped her hip tighter. “You ready to take more of me, Maddie?”
She nodded and Mark fucked her just a little bit harder.
Maddie gasped, her head shooting up.
“Too hard?”
She sh
ook her head. “Not hard enough.”
“Oh, God, Maddie, you’re going to kill me.” But he shafted her a little bit more.
“Harder, Mark. I can take it.”
“I don’t know if I can. I’ll be blowing my wad with the next pump.”
“No you won’t. Hold on. We have to give John and Susan a show, remember?”
He groaned. “I don’t have much of a show in me sweetheart. I just want to get off inside your beautiful body.”
She wiggled against him. “Go for it.”
With that kind of invitation, he would have had to be dead not to take her up on it.
He surged into her. It hurt for a second or two, the burning heat spreading out to every nerve ending and igniting them.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice strained.
“No. You’re holding back.”
“Christ, Maddie. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ll tell you if I need you to stop. Just go for it, Mark. Get us both off.”
He did. Dear God, did he. He pumped into her, first short, fast strokes, then longer, harder ones. He pulled out the other ball, the three of them dangling between her legs, swaying against her skin, and it only added to the erotic sensation of Mark taking her from behind.
His tempo increased, his breath coming heavy. Hers did, too, each shuddering one making her fully aware of the last ball left in her body.
Mark pumped harder. His fingers gripped her hips, and it was all of a sudden all about him. She felt the focus shift, felt him get lost in the sensations wracking him, and she braced herself against the bed, giving him the push-back he needed.
His balls contracted against her pussy and she knew he was close.
She squeezed her whole pelvis area, and Mark hissed.
“That’s… it… don’t….move.”
Yeah, she didn’t listen. She couldn’t not move.
She swiveled her hips and he grabbed them, his fingers biting into them. “Maddie—“
She looked in the window and saw his reflection: arched back, a grimace similar to the one John had worn but oh so much sexier, his arms locked as he held her in place,, and his hips pumped into her faster and faster, the pace crazy.
And then he was shouting her name. He was clawing her hips, his cock pumping his cum through every long hard inch.
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