Suddenly, Ashley stopped on me. “Yeah, get the ball gag.” My heart was pounding, and soon I heard Kim approaching. “Open your mouth,” Ashley said before pushing the firm rubber ball between my teeth and fastening the straps behind my head. The sensations of the straps against the newly bald skin on my head was slightly uncomfortable, but I forgot about it as soon as Ashley started shifting back and forth, my cock sliding around inside her.
Her fingers pinched my nipples tightly, and I involuntarily thrust into her. She started twisting and tugging on them ferociously, and I was writhing under her as much as my bindings allowed, trying to escape the painful pleasure she was unleashing on me. She laughed softly as her breathing was becoming labored.
She stopped tormenting my nipples and brought her hands to rest on my chest as she started just bouncing up and down on me. Her pussy was getting tighter on me now, sending intolerable waves of pleasure through my hardened member, even as every downstroke shifted the tail in my bottom, compounding my stimulation beyond what I thought I could withstand. Mercifully, I could tell she was getting close.
“Dean… I’m going to cum on you now… I’m going to cum on my cock… My cock… Oh God, I’m cumming on my cock… I’m cumming on my cock… Oh God…” Her voice trailed off as she was thrashing upon me. I was spinning under the overload, white spots dancing across my blindness, and I was shaking in my need for the release I was being denied. She was rocking on me as my head beat itself into the lounge cushion, and I feared I would cut my wrists on the cuffs as I futilely tried to rip my restraints from their anchors.
Her movements slowed as she reached the other side of her flood, and still I shook. A primal noise surfaced from my chest. It would have been a moan or call of some sort, but the ball gag distorted it into an animalistic growl as I continued to twist under her. I could feel spittle escaping around the ineffective seal of the gag to fall across my cheeks and down to the back of my neck.
Finally, her rapture ended, and slowly I regained control of my functions, trying desperately to catch my breath through my nose and around the gag. My eyes were wet, and I realized that the blindfold had captured the tears that my eyes had expelled in my frustration.
My erection continued to flex autonomously inside Ashley, and her pussy repeatedly squeezed me reflexively. I wanted to cry in unmitigated dissatisfaction.
Ashley spoke. “Wow…” She was breathing hard, and I imagined her chest heaving, covered in sweat.
I heard Kim from a few feet away, “Holy fuck that was hot!” I felt Ashley shift on me and I jerked.
“That was awesome,” Ashley said. “You gotta try this.” She slowly removed herself from me. Once I could no longer feel her, I started to shiver. I was shivering in the eighty-something degree heat. My muscles ached, and I felt there was no possible way I could endure an immediate session with Kim, and I was afraid.
“I need to cool off,” I heard Ashley say, and a few moments later, I heard a splash in the pool.
“Jesus,” Kim began, “He’s shaking.” The blindfold was removed and I saw Kim’s concerned face towering over me. “Dean, are you okay?” She unfastened the straps for the gag and slowly pulled it from my mouth.
“Oh my God…” I just lay there, panting heavily. The shaking stopped, for the most part, and I closed my eyes again, resting my mind.
“Honey, are you okay?” She sounded seriously concerned. I heard Ashley get out of the pool and walk to us.
“Yeah.” I began. “I’m thirsty.” I recognized my temporary preference for simplified speech. It had been a long time since I’d experienced anything as intense as what I’d just endured.
Ashley said, “I’ll be right back.”
I heard Kim pulling the adjacent lounge closer and I opened my eyes to see her sit on the side of the thing, positioned right next to me. She touched my chest and I flinched. She withdrew and tried again, laying her hand flat on my center. “Jesus, your heart’s going a hundred miles an hour. Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’ll be fine.” I couldn’t quite remember what “fine” felt like, but I was confident I’d find it again sometime. I managed a smile. I was a difficult smile, but it was real. Kim’s concerned face was bringing me peace, and I was becoming calm from her hand on me.
Ashley came back with a bottle of water, and positioned herself to my side opposite Kim. “Same as the other night. Are you ready?” I replied that I was, and she fed me water.
She was so wonderful. Kim was wonderful. As I drank, I was becoming lost in them. They were perfect, and I needed them, needed to be with them.
When I’d finished drinking, I thanked Ashley, and lay there for a while with my eyes closed.
Ashley asked, “Are you okay?” She sounded just as concerned as Kim, and I smiled.
“Yeah, I’m good. How are you?” I opened my eyes to see happiness wash over her face, and I was redeemed by it.
“I’m good,” she offered.
Kim said, “Maybe we should give him a break.”
“No,” I said immediately, my smile gone and my tone suddenly urgent. “Use me. Please use me.” I didn’t tell her, but I needed her to use me. “Please.” Even as I didn’t know if I could continue, I was certain I could not stop. I needed to satisfy Kim, just as I’d satisfied Ashley. I could not disappoint her.
Kim looked at Ashley before asking, “Are you sure?”
I’d never been surer. “Oh, yes. Please use me. Please.”
She smiled and moved her hand from my chest to her cock, stroking it gently along the juices Ashley had left behind. “Positive?”
“Yes.” I knew she’d have me now, and I was relieved.
Her smile grew larger before she let go, and leaned in to kiss me. I sucked on her mouth hard, trying to breath her into me. As if she understood my desire, she moaned into my mouth as we kissed.
She broke from me, and reinserted the ball gag, again fastening the straps behind me, and covering my eyes again with the blindfold. My body seized in anticipation, my muscles locked, knowing what was coming, and I wondered if I was actually capable of following through. It didn’t matter now; I was committed, unable to object.
She spoke to Ashley, “Okay, go get the camera. I put it on the table over there.”
Kim put her hand on my chest again, and again I was calmed by her touch. She kissed my chest a few times, then moved up to my neck as I felt her leg swing over me.
Rather than guide her cock into her with her hand, she slid up my body, then back down until she bumped the tip, then repositioned herself to line up her entrance with me. Once she’d made the connection, she pushed back, moaning, taking me into her to the hilt. I shuddered, and she squeezed me inside her as the camera clicks started again.
She lay motionless on top of me, her cock resting inside her. “God, Dean,” she whispered, “You feel so fucking good. How can you feel this good?” My fears melted away, and I wanted to smile for her. Then she whispered, “Here we go,” before sitting upright on me, and beginning a slow, gentle rock.
I moved inside her as she rocked. I didn’t know how or why, but I was relaxed now. I simply enjoyed her motions on me. She hummed softly, stirring my heart more than my body. It was not that being enveloped by her wasn’t magnificent, but more that she was taking such pleasure in me.