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“Working for you, then?” heteased.
Oh fuck, yes it worked. It pushed me upand up, and within seconds, I knew the crucial moment was about tospiral out of my control. I breathed deep and hit the switch toturn it off but kept the round plastic head pressed against myclit. "My pussy is like, fluttering around this dildo."
"So, it's fluttering around my cock,then?" He made a noise of satisfaction. "Amanda is gripping me sotight I think she might have to stop playing with herself soon, orshe's going to ruin the game." He paused. "Trust me. Take your handaway."
"Trust him,” I moaned, and he relayedmy comment to her as I clicked the vibrator back on.
It took us longer, this time, becauseMatt made us both wait to catch up with each other. By the time wereached the number three—and a total of nine edges—he relented toAmanda’s pleas to move his cock already.
“Fine.” He pretended to bebrutally disappointed. “I’ll count down to one, and then,Charlotte, I want you to turn that vibrator on and ram that dildoso far into your tight little pussy that you can’t fit anotherinch.”
The joke was on him; I didn’t careabout my physical limits in the moment. I was going to take him into the root. I didn’t care if I walked the next day.
“And the same time, I’mgoing to drive so deep into Amanda that she’ll need to move up thebed,” he warned with a ragged laugh. “Are you bothready?”
Our enthusiastic moans were enough toconvince him.
“One…”
My hand gripped tighter around theunnaturally firm balls at the base of the toy.
“Two…”
The angle was a little difficult,especially one-handed, but I drew my knees up and spread them wide,my belly trembling with anticipation.
“Three.”
I slammed my hand flat against the baseof the toy, shooting the entire length into me, to the hilt. Thehead smacked into my cervix, the dull, pinching pain pulling a cryfrom my throat. “Fuck, that hurt!”
“Harder!” Amanda shouted.“Oh, god, please fuck me harder!”
“You heard her,” Matt said,as if he had no choice. So, I picked up the pace, too, ramming thedildo as deep as I could, the balls at the base slapping wetlyagainst the juices running down my ass. I could stop the pain atany time, stop brutalizing my pussy with the toy, but if it wereMatt, if he were here, I wouldn’t want him to stop.
I would want him to do more.
“Do you like fuckingyourself with my cock, Charlotte?” He asked, and he sounded soinfuriatingly smug.
“You know I do.”
“Turn on thatvibrator.”
I pressed the switch, still to the low,throbbing setting, and my toes curled up. “I’m… I’m…”
A long, wordless wail of passionindicated Amanda and I were on the exact same wavelength. Thatbrush against intimacy sent a rush of endorphins to my brain asthis stranger and I came violently on the same cock. I arched myback and clenched down so hard the dildo slipped out. I pumped myhips against the head of the vibrator and let out of a scream offull body relief as my orgasm drenched me—and the bed.
The first thing I said as Irecovered was, “I should have put a towel down.”
“That’s so fucking hot,princess,” he murmured. His breaths came out as little puffs ofsound. I kept the wand pressed to my clit, my body rocking inripple after ripple of sensation, still too overpowering tobear.
“Turn it up,” Matt ordered.“Come on, I want to hear you.”
I hit the button and screamed as whatfelt like a thousand wasp stings assaulted the most sensitive partof my sexual anatomy.
“You can do better,” hegoaded me. “Peel the hood back.”
“No!” I shouted, but myhand moved to do his bidding. The screaming, exposed nerve pulsedand flinched back from the stinging touch, sending a current ofnothing but pain through me.
It was the most intenseagony I’d ever experienced, and the most intense pleasure I’d everfelt. Black spots swam in front of my eyes, and I heard theknuckles of my toes crack as they drew up in a searing cramp. Ishrieked again and again, rhythmic shouts with each grasping clutchof my spasming cunt. And when I broke, I stayed broken, my orgasmprolonged by the relentless stimulation.