“Oh hell, which one?” Her strident words were interrupted by her panting as she reacted to his sucking at her clit. She bucked in the swing. “Depends on which one! Oh, Quinten!”
Quinten suckled repeatedly at her flesh and then tapped at her clit. “The beaded one. We have to get you really excited, baby. I want that sweet little clit aching and swollen before I’ll put it on you.”
“Oh, fuck. My favorite!” They’d found the online Web site that she’d bought the little beaded clit hugger from and had educated themselves on the proper way to put it on. It looked like getting the hugger on was going to be half the fun.
She shuddered and moaned when Quinten gently lifted the hood hiding her clit and tormented it with long, slow licks and fast flicks of his tongue until the little bundle of nerves swelled and stood up for his attention. “There it is, nice and rosy, ready for a little jewelry of its own.”
“Oh my God, I’m gonna come!”
A rumble of amusement came from Ben’s chest as he settled in the chair nearby, watching as Quinten tortured her some more, keeping her on the edge of orgasm until she was begging in delightfully colorful language.
The chair was positioned only a couple of feet away and afforded him a perfect view of her pussy and what Quinten was doing to her, as well as her reaction. When they’d set up the hardware in the corner of the bedroom, they’d arranged the chair and table where either would be able to observe when not actively participating. He switched on the lamp on the nearby table, so that he could see even better.
“Sugar, looks like he’s got you right on the edge. Your pussy is so wet and your clit looks so puffy and red. Does it feel good?”
“I love it. He’s so good to me.”
Ben looked at the clip Quinten held up for him to see. Once it was on, the heavy gold bead would tap against her clit with each thrust of Quinten’s cock. Ben’s cock twitched as he anticipated her reaction.
“Reckon she’s ready, Quinten?”
Quinten had let her come down just a little from the edge, and he smiled as he licked a slow path from her opening to her clit and teased her with a fingertip, sliding in and out. She was so wet and ready, her juices dripped from her. “I think so. I love her cunt so much, I could lick it all day.”
The moment was unspeakably hot, but Ben noticed that his cum in Camilla’s pussy didn’t seem to detract from the experience at all for Quinten. He was just as voracious with her as ever. Knowing that made him feel even closer to both of them, if that was possible.
“Quinten!” Camilla screamed, as he kept right on licking and fingering her, an evil grin on his face. “Please!”
“Ready?” he growled, drawing the word out.
“Yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes, pretty please?”
Pre-cum leaked from Quinten’s cock, testifying to his own state of heightened arousal. He sucked her clit one last time and carefully attached the wicked-looking beaded hugger to the flesh surrounding her clit, and a long howl came from Camilla, rising in pitch as he stood and rammed his cock deep in one stroke. She practically made the window glass vibrate as her scream increased in volume, and she came so hard Ben worried for a second she might pass out. Ben got out of the chair and cradled her head, which was tilted back as though she could no longer support it.
“That’s right, sugar. Take him. You should see his face. He loves this,” Ben crooned to her as she bucked against Quinten, taking each hard stroke with ecstatic, blissful mewling.
The heavy gold bead knocked against her clit with each forceful thrust, and it didn’t take but a few seconds before she started the precipitous climb to another peak.
He didn’t think she had another one as strong as the last, but she proved him wrong as she started trembling all over. “Oh, Quinten. It’s so big, I don’t think I can—oh, God, don’t stop, please!”
Ben wrapped his hands around hers as she gripped the straps, her knuckles white as she gripped them hard. “Let go for him, sugar.”
Her strawberry-blonde curls swayed all around his arm with the movement of the swing, and he took advantage of his position and latched on to one hardened nipple, licking a wet path around it then sucking hard.
Her back bowed, and another eardrum-shattering shriek pierced the night as she came undone. Quinten cried out too, gripping her thighs as he fucked her until he finally came, his release almost seeming painful as his muscles knotted and he trembled, every inch of him embedded inside of her.
Their panting filled the quiet, and Quinten nodded as he held on to the swing while Ben gently removed the hugger from Camilla’s clit. Soft, sobbing cries echoed from Camilla as she undulated weakly, rubbing her pussy against Quinten several times.