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The Bet by John Carter
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The Bet : Pt. 6
She wondered how late it was. It must be several hours
now. She was surprised at how intense her last set of orgasms
had been. The last one had started so slowly and had been so
strong at the end.
She felt something small resting on her stomach. A
moment late she felt a second object resting near it. As
before, she couldn't place it from the limited contact.
Something touched her side. This was still fairly
soft, but compared to the fur it felt very stiff. This firmer,
stiffer touch went up her side. If she listened very intently
she could hear it make contact with her side each time it was
moved forward. It went up her left side, making a short detour
up the line of her ribs and then continuing back up her side.
The warmth in her loins hadn't quite extinguished
itself after his last episode. It began coming back to a boil
almost immediately. How long had she been here? Her vagina
ached for him, not his finger, not his tongue (and where had
that been, she pouted) but his cock, hard and strong thrusting
into her. The feeling slowly became an ache. It had been
there all the time. She was only now becoming really aware of
it.
He was now scratching <?>, brushing <?>, rubbing <?>
the side of her breast. He was going around it in circles, not
ever touching her nipples. What was that he was using?
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He took the pastry brush again to her breast. The skin
reacted to the soft filaments passing over it. He watch
the goose flesh appear as he passed over. When he had the the
left nipple completely hard he moved on to the right one. He
began at her ribs, slowly moved in circles up the crest of her
right breast, and with not the least bit of hurry approached
her nipple. He looked on, watching her nipple harden.
He shifted on the bed. Again his shorts were binding
his member. With his free hand he made an adjustment. The Ice
on the back of his neck was calming him down after each
installment, but it's effect was lasting a shorter period with
each application. He wondered how long he would be able to
keep his cock in his shorts and out of her. When she had begun
moaning last time he had nearly forgotten about their bet.
He was beginning to wonder which of them would give in
first. He shifted again, trying to find a position where his
shorts didn't bind. He looked at her body, totally helpless
before him and knew if he were to enter her he'd wake up
tomorrow without a hair below his navel.
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She felt the fire in her loins grow. There was a
second fire in her chest, beneath her breasts. She couldn't
imagine being as cool as he was being if she were doing this
sort of thing to him. She was amazed at his self control.
And what was he using on her breast?
One of the objects on her stomach fell to the side of
the bed.
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