The Reunion (21 page)

“I don’t know,” Sarah murmured. Initially,
the oil chilled her, but four hands massaging the silky liquid into her flesh soon
warmed her all over. She quickly lost track of which hands belonged to Adam and
which to Maria. Then their hands blurred. It was as if they were everywhere at once.

Had others silently joined them? Was
she involved in some sort of orgy? She swore fingers caressed her from ears to
toes. No more time was spent on her breasts than on her knees. With one aching
exception, every square inch of flesh was massaged without lingering. No touch
seemed explicitly erotic, yet she’d never felt more sexually alive in her life.

Sarah ran the tip of her tongue
along her lips. They’d become dry. Her flesh did a slow burn. What was in the
oil? Or was her hypersensitivity simply the result of highly skilled fingers? She
caught her breath as four sets of fingers moved slowly but deliberately up
along the inside of her thighs. She couldn’t determine whose fingers touched
her labia first, but she nearly leapt off the bed when they did.

“Don’t move,” Adam hissed, breaking
the silence. She hadn’t even realized how quiet they’d been for the past
several minutes until he spoke. Her complete concentration had been on twenty
fingers. Oil saturated her pussy and fingers continuing kneading it into the engorged
flesh. If this wasn’t meant to excite, why was she so excited? Two hands traced
a path of oil toward her anus.

Involuntarily, she clenched her buttocks.
“Don’t resist,” Adam warned. “You have no choice in this. If we desire your
ass, it’s ours. Remember?”

She nodded and tried to calm her
breathing. Two hands spread her butt cheeks while two hands spread oil over the
crease of her butt. Two fingers rimmed her ass. She’d swear one was Adam’s and
one was Maria’s. They were equal partners in this sweet torture. She lifted her
butt off the bed wanting to scream for one of them to enter her, but she bit
her tongue and remained quiet.

“You’ll get what you want,” Adam said,
pressing her back down on the mattress. “Maybe more than you want, but not yet.
There is much more to do to you before that. Touching is more intense without
seeing, isn’t it?”

“Very,” she murmured, unsure of what
they might’ve left out. What would happen next to prolong her agony—she
shuddered—no, her pleasure?

She didn’t have to wait long. “That
tickles,” Sarah gasped, keeping her arms locked in place. “What? Feathers?”

She blew at the feathers grazing her
upper lip and giggled. Her giggles stopped as the feathers slid along her neck
and then toward her cleavage.

“You’re quick,” Maria whispered next
to her ear. “Feathers can be tantalizingly delightful. You’ll see.”

Sarah swallowed, tracking each tiny
flick of each feather. They worked in tandem, one gliding along the rise of
each breast. The tips of the feathers drew circles tracing the edges of her
aureoles. Her nipples ached reaching out for the feathers that must be hovering
over them. Then a feather tapped each nipple. She tensed, but applauded her determination
not to grab the feathers, or her nipples, or her lovers.

Adam laughed aloud. “My original
plan was to save you for one giant orgasm, but I have so much planned for us
that doesn’t seem reasonable even to me. So a change in plans is in order. We’ll
see how often we can make you come. But you can only come on command. I remain
in control of your body. Understood?”

“Yes, I think so.” The tap-tap-tapping
of feathers against taut nipples continued until she could bear it no longer. “I’m
ready. Please. Please Adam, let me come.”

“Only if you don’t curl up and turn
away from me afterward. I want to see you come, Sarah. I want to see all of
you. Agreed?”

“Yes, please.”

“You may come.”

The feathers continued rapping on
her nipples as if they were priming a pump. She gasped, holding herself rigid,
letting the small orgasm rush through her body and warm her from the inside out.
“Nice. Thank you.” She fought the urge to roll into a ball and nurse it to its
completion. Her pussy needed fondling, but no one touched her there and she
wasn’t about to ask. She knew better than to try and do it herself.

“Exquisite. You flush so nicely when
you come. Don’t you agree, Maria?”

“Yes.” Maria sounded hoarse. “Pepper’s
extremely expressive when she’s hot. And she’s damn hot right now.”

Sarah smiled to herself, regaining
her composure. Maybe she was exciting them as much as they were exciting her. How
long could they last before taking her the way she wanted? How long could she
put up with this slow, delicious torture? Maybe forever.

The feathers slid lower across her
belly. They rimmed her belly button several times and then moved lower. Each of
them grazed her clit, which no doubt had come out to see what the hell was going
on. She longed to see. Was she turning on her partners as much as they were
turning her on?

The feathers didn’t tarry at her
pussy but glided all the way down to her toes. Involuntarily, she scrunched. Her
feet had always been ticklish.

“Don’t move,” Adam chastised. “Roll
over. Leave your arms stretched out over your head and pull your knees up into
a tuck position.”

Without too much difficulty, she
complied with his command. The blindfold never shifted. When she opened her
eyes all she could see was darkness. If anything, she felt even more vulnerable
tucked in this pose, knowing full well it exposed her pussy and ass to close
inspection.

 “Excellent. What an erotic picture.
Damn, your pussy and asshole are so ripe for plucking. Each is begging for attention.
But I bet you know that.”

Sarah tried to nod.

“Which one do you think we should
play with first?” he asked, brushing a palm lightly over the curve of her
buttocks.

She shook her head, refusing to
answer. She just wanted them to touch her. One feather tip slid across her
inner pussy folds and the other teased her anus. Her butt wiggled of its own
accord. A hard slap was immediate. Her butt cheek reverberated from the sting. It
felt like Maria’s hand, not his.

“Well done, Maria. I love it when
you get bitchy. Do you want to paddle her to orgasm?”

“No, that won’t be necessary,” Maria
responded, her voice strained. “I think she’s learned her lesson. She looks
quite innocent and meek lying there waiting for our next move.”

Adam chuckled. “Yes, she looks as
meek as a novitiate. Hand me one of those.”

Sarah held her breath. What now? “Oh
my God,” she mumbled into a pillow. She’d used candles often as a teenager. She’d
wager her life savings that one pressed against her pussy and one her anus.

They entered her at the same
instant. She grunted and bore back, but hopefully not enough for Adam or Maria
to notice. If they were aware of her clenching, they didn’t respond. Instead,
they paused, allowing her anus to open, and then the candles moved deeper. Sarah
tried to swallow. The pleasure was nearly unbearable—or was it pain?

“You’re making me come again,” she
whispered urgently. “May I come?”

His response was immediate. “No, not
until I say so.”

“But I can’t hold...” The second
slap on her rear stung more than the first and it did serve to divert her
orgasm, at least briefly.

“You will wait for your orders. I am
master of your body. Understood?”

Sarah sighed. “Yes.”

Warm lips soothed her butt cheek
that still recoiled from the last slap. “Pain often leads to pleasure,” Maria
murmured.

“We are going to pick up the pace
some, but don’t you dare come until I tell you too.”

She nodded as the candles began to
twist and move slowly in and out. She clamped down on her inner muscles trying
to hold back.

“Faster,” he said to Maria. “She’s
building toward a much bigger one this time. Look at how her back is straining.
She’s working hard to please us by not coming, don’t you think?”

The rapidly moving candles were
driving her over the edge. She scrunched her shoulders. She so wanted to clamp
down on the intruders.

“Remain open to us, girl,” Maria
chided. “Your heat must be melting these candles.”

“I’m going to count to five,” Adam
said, “after which you may come when ready.”

When ready! Didn’t he know she’d
been ready five minutes ago?

“One...two...three...four...five.” Both
candles sank into her depths and spun around. She was gone over the top. Her
body shook and she mewed softly. She so wanted to treasure this one—to go off
by herself and embrace it and leisurely return to her lovers. But she retained
enough awareness not to do that. He gave her more time to recover. She drew in
deep breaths of air. Warily, she settled and waited further commands.

“How are you doing, Sarah?” Adam
asked, a touch of warmth in his voice.

“Okay,” she whispered.

“We aren’t nearly finished. Are we?”

“No.”

“You wouldn’t want to be done yet,
would you?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“You haven’t fucked me.”

“You do catch on quick. What say
you, Maria? Is it time?”

“Oh yes,” Maria chirped. “Our Pepper
is well prepared.”

“This a very tempting position,” he
said, pinching a butt cheek, “but I want you on your back. Roll over. Keep your
legs spread wide.”

Four hands helped her turn over onto
her backside. Again, a cushion was slid under her rump, raising her lower torso
off the mattress. Without saying another word, Adam fondled her pussy
methodically. He pushed beyond her folds. She tried not to whimper when one
finger entered her followed closely by a second.

He probed briefly before withdrawing
his fingers. Sarah grimaced when he left her.

“Maria is right—no more
preliminaries are needed. You’re soaking the bed.” He chuckled. “Maria is
looking as hungry as you. With a little effort she could get her entire fist in
you.”

Sarah flinched, then widened her
knees. She heard Maria’s sharp intake of breath. She trusted Maria would only
do what brought pleasure to them.

“But she’ll have to try that another
time,” Adam interjected. “I don’t have the patience to watch you two tonight. You
may be wondering who’s going to fuck you. Well, I’ll tell you. There won’t be any
false cock this time—only the real thing.”

She tried not to react when he used
his cock to separate her labia. She wanted to flex her hips and entice him to
enter, but she didn’t. She balled her fingers into fists and waited. With a
grunt he plunged into her. She started to lift her hips to meet him.

“Don’t move,” he warned. “I’m
fucking you. You’re not fucking me.”

“What do you want me to do?” Maria
asked.

“Sit on her face, lean down and lick
her clit. That should be a familiar position for you.”

Wishing she could see, Sarah inhaled
the familiar scent of cinnamon and nutmeg. She flicked her tongue out to caress
her lover.

“Don’t tongue her, Sarah,” Adam
cautioned. “Stay focused on what we’re doing to you. Keep your arms stretched. Concentrate
on your clit and your pussy—on the tongue licking and the cock fucking.”

She tried to breathe as his cock
slowly filled her, retreated, and filled her again. Maria’s tongued flitted
along her clit, keeping pace with Adam. She couldn’t hold back a whimper.

 “Are you concentrating?”

“Yes,” she nearly screamed. “I can’t
stand much more without coming. Isn’t anybody going to come with me?”

“Later. Maybe. If we choose to. Are
you ready?”

“Yes, damn it.”

“Good. Don’t flex your legs or
thighs. Just let it happen, Sarah. That’s right. I feel you squeezing my cock. That’s
okay. You’re coming. I feel your juices pouring over my cock.”

Sarah collapsed into herself almost
beyond feeling. It was as if someone had pulled her plug and she was draining
onto the bed. She might’ve had wilder more ecstatic orgasms, but this one wasn’t
stopping, and she wasn’t doing a damn thing to prolong it. Neither was Adam or
Maria. It scared her more than a little. Was she losing her life energy? And
Adam hadn’t released yet. She held back a sob and breathed rapidly.

“Do you have enough energy left to
kneel on the floor with your breasts and shoulders on the bed?”

“I think so.” Without disturbing the
blindfold, she eased her sore legs and thighs over the side of the bed. Adam
stood behind her. Was he going to fuck her in the ass? That might be a relief for
her poor tired pussy.

But no. She grunted as he rammed
into her pussy. She bit down on her lower lip. Where was Maria?

“Slap my ass, Maria.”

“What?” Maria sounded as shocked by
his request as she was. Now, what the hell was he doing?

“Don’t you think I’ve been a bad
boy? Haven’t I been harsh with your lover? Slap my ass.”

Sarah heard the sound of flesh
meeting flesh. It became a steady cadence. The sounds became louder with each
strike. Soon Adam was pumping in an out of her with the same rhythm. His thighs
would pummel her rear just as Maria’s hand slapped his butt.