THE BET 4/9
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The bet : Pt. 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.
Part 4
He allowed her to catch her breath for an interval. He
massaged her feet, relaxing her. He moved up to her calves. His
strong fingers slowly forced her tense muscles to relax. His
hands went to just above her knees and repeated the process.
Instead of continuing the process on the inside of her
thighs, as she expected, he maneuvered his hands to the outsides
of her thighs. As he moved up her body, his hands slid under her
thighs, finding tight muscles there as well.
His hands were having the effect of compelling her to
relax. She was surprised at how tight her leg muscles had
become. After an interval of relaxing her, his movements began
to have a second effect. They began to stimulate her. She still
felt the relaxation creep over her, but the nearness of his
hands, the off hand way he stroked whatever he wished, was having
it's effect on her.
The way she was tied caused her knees to be constantly
apart. Her inability to remain still for any length of time was
having another effect; unless she was very careful, she could
feel her sex opening.
From time to time she would lose contact with him. The
idea that he might be looking at her from any angle at all,
possibly looking directly into her sex (and without her being
able to know or do anything about it) was all at once,
disconcerting, arousing, Kinky, and shameful. When he resumed
touching her, she always wondered what he had been up to, and he
did this often enough to confuse her thoroughly.
His hands continued their movement up the outside of her
thighs, under her thighs, never touching her sex, but always
being near to it. When he moved up her body to rub the tension
out of her bottom, he actually lifted her body off of the bed an
inch or two. Again she was surprised at how tight her muscles
were.
His hands were most thorough. He rubbed every inch of
her bottom. When her muscles began to relax, he expanded the
area his hands worked on. As her muscles became nearly limp, he
continued his calmly possessive massage to her nether opening.
She was expecting him to penetrate her immediately.
Instead he began to slowly massage that as well. His hands made
a new movement and for the first time in several minutes ("How
Many?" she wondered to herself) touched her sex.
Freshly lubricated, his fingers began to massage that
tightest of all muscles, returning for lubrication as often as
necessary. This odd caress effected her in an equally odd way.
She, at first, felt invaded by his attention, even though he
continued to stop short of penetration. Then it began to relax
her. This might have continued longer had he not continually
rubbed her sex ever so lightly. That gesture changed the
chemistry of what was happening. His attention to that most
secret part of her caused her to focus on it almost exclusively.
Being on her back, and tied that way, made the feelings
coming over her seem safer. It would take substantial changes in
her situation to position her for him to enter her with his
member. She was at an angle where, from that at least, she felt
safe.
When she had begun to relax and enjoy his caress he added
an extra movement. His fingers began to lightly probe the sides
of her opening. At first this was only an extra stimulation, but
it became more and more noticible, more and more important as the
minutes passed. She found herself thrusting her bottom back at
him, begging with her body for the penetration that had
frightened her so much sparse minutes ago.
Realizing what was happening to her, she felt a flush
that was part curiosity at what she would do next, part
confusion at what had already happened, part shame, and part
active interest in the process.
Then she felt the stimulated feeling change to something
else. His fingers had still not penetrated her, but deep in her
loins she felt the approach of another orgasm. Before she could
think to hide it, another moan escaped her.
"I don't suppose that you want this enough to tell me the
second number in exchange for my entering you?" He asked in a
husky voice.
She was glad to know that this was effecting him as well.
She grinned at him (she hoped he was looking at her face
[considering her state of dress, a major assumption]) and said,
"Enter me?" She said, trying with all her might to feign
indifference, "Were you thinking of that?" She almost carried it
off. Her voice broke on the last word.
The orgasm had continued to grow. He slid a well
moistened finger slowly into her dark passage just as the
explosion hit. Without touching her front he kept her coming for
nearly three minutes.