Wanton Hussy - Column for 2/18

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Release

Part 5

With barely a pause, Adam moved from kneeling between Eve's thighs to holding himself up above me. His hands on the outside of my shoulders held his chest away from me, and his lower legs kept his pelvis distanced from mine. Not touching. Which drove me mad, of course, as he intended. It took all the self control I could dredge up to not fight my restraints, lift my pelvis, writhe in frustration to get closer to him. The effort of keeping still made my whole body quiver, and when Eve rolled toward me and pressed her naked body to mine, a high moan or sigh or plea escaped through my sealed lips.

Idly, in her post-climactic contentedness, Eve stroked my body with just her fingertips, as Adam remained above me, out of reach. It felt like an eternity, this teasing torture, before a voice from another world not on the bed, cleared her throat, and I refocused my eyes to see my mistress watching us, with the silent audience behind glass. A single tear, of lust and shame, fell down my cheek and was licked away by Eve as Adam lowered his body and ground his cock hard into my pubic mound.

My quivering, drowsy arousal burst into flame and every cell in my body sung with desire, just barely the other side of orgasm. Some where, some how, the lower part of the bed fell away, taking my legs with it, leaving me supported on my back, arms still restrained. Eve kissed me slowly and lingeringly, rolling my nipples between deft fingers, then licked her way down my jaw and ear and throat until I lost track of what exactly she was doing. Adam distracted me from her with a deep and forceful kiss, messy and sloppy with his tongue licking my molars, and I returned his kiss with all of the frenetic desire of a virgin, gasping and groaning and whimpering, tongues fucking in blatant imitation of what was coming. That his mouth and face tasted of Eve's cunt was not lost on me, and the similarity to my mistress' taste was intoxicating.

He pulled back from me, but not so far that I would miss him quickly rolling a condom onto his cock. My one last worldly concern left me, and I no longer cared about anything in the universe but Eve's mouth at my navel and Adam repositioning himself between my legs. Eagerly, I lifted my pelvis to meet him, feeling his cock stretch and fill my hungry cunt. Somehow there was enough room for Eve to continue down, until she flicked my clit with the tip of her tongue. My cunt became my world, my entire being, and all of the tension inside me shattered into a million pieces as I rode the growing wave that I knew would lead to fulfillment. My head turned as my eyes glazed over and I saw them watching, my mistress and the others. As Adam thrust and Eve licked, I smiled ever so slightly at my mistress, thinking, "Yes this is right, let her see, let everyone see my pleasure, let them share in it," and then the wave crested and broke and I fell down and down and down into spirals of rapturous orgasm.


I cannot tell you the exact details of how it ended. I didn't lose consciousness, but I lost all track of time and who did what and in what order. The giddy joy and satisfaction and desire that everyone everywhere should share in this pleasure swallowed me entirely, not unlike some euphoric drug experiences.

At any rate, I came back into myself some time later, as Adam and Eve each gently kissed me goodbye, the bed back to one level, my arms and legs still restrained, the mirrors covered and watchers gone. As my lovers left, my mistress came to the bed and sat. She smiled indulgently, and I smiled back in my drowsy satiation.

"Was it everything you hoped?" she inquired seriously. "Yes Mistress, absolutely, " I replied. I wanted to thank her, to tell her I loved her, to ask to see her again, but I knew I could not. "Good," she said, seemingly to my thoughts. She kissed me gently on the lips, got up, and walked away, pausing near a door, framed perfectly to give me one last vision of her lovely sensuality. She pressed a button on the wall and the cuffs at my wrists and ankles snapped open. She blew me a kiss and walked out the door. I sat up and stretched, filled with contentment and release.

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