Chapter 16 #2
Vi chiming in with a gleeful “mmm hmm” against my pussy almost caused this beautiful little exercise to end prematurely, but I focused in and was able to maintain my composure.
As all four women continued showing my body their undivided attention, I imagined a glowing orange ball of energy building at the core of my being.
I’m not much one for mysticism or new age-y stuff, that was more Vi’s territory, but if transcendent experiences were indeed possible, I was definitely having one right now.
I didn’t feel like I drifted out of my body, no, it was quite the opposite.
I felt every version of me, past and present, every emotion I was capable of and even ones I hadn’t accessed yet, every single aspect of my consciousness drawing in, the scattered bits of my heart and mind being pulled by the gravity of my pleasure, reassembling the broken parts and building new structures in the wake of such powerful change and energy.
OK, so, maybe I was more into that mystic stuff than I thought…
“You’re oh so close now, Emma, so we’re going to count down.
Doing it from ten would be cruel, and we’re done with cruelty for the night, and I don’t even think you can sustain it for five…
so we’re going to start with three. And after I say ‘one’, I’m going to say ‘go’, and in that moment, Emma, you’re going to show all of us what our love has done for you. OK?”
Language, verbal connections, and coherence were far gone now, but I managed a nod.
“Three…” Morrigan held my hips tightly, keeping me pressed against Vi’s face.
“Two…” Yara traced her fingertips along my ribs, adding more pleasure to my already overloaded and full being.
“One…” Wendy pressed her fingers into the hollow of my hip, squeezing me hard, my body elastic and tensed.
“Now, Emma…” Morrigan waited for a couple of beats…using the opportunity to bring back just a shade of the torture and edging she loved to give me.
“Go.”
Those two letters, so insignificant on their own, so simple, were the key to unlocking my whole body.
That energy I was holding cascaded down my body, and I felt Vi’s hot breath on me as she flicked her tongue against my swollen clit.
I know I screamed in pleasure, but I don’t even know what I said, probably babbling in a language nobody has ever heard before. My toes curled against the hardwood floor and I gripped the ropes wrapped around my wrists as hard as I could.
As the supernova of pleasure expanded from my body, not one of the women surrounding me lost their pace or dedication for even a moment.
They carried me along it, adding onto the waves of pleasure already flowing through me, their skilled tongues, mouths, and fingers probing me and manipulating every sensitive part of my body.
I felt every bit of my body disconnect and reconnect, refreshed and new. The ache in my muscles from the strain dissolved, and any pain or discomfort I had felt, every annoyance I had carried with me for too long, and every recent bad mood I could remember evaporated in an instant.
I was full of warmth, full of love, and pleasured beyond my wildest dreams.
From the depths of subspace, my mind wrapped in a thousand layers of warmth and comfort, something finally broke through: laughter.
As the world outside of my head began to exist again, I realized it wasn’t just one strain of laughter, it was four.
I felt the sure hands of Morrigan let up, still cradling me but allowing me to fall back a little.
“You ok down there, Vi?” Yara said before laughing gently again, releasing my breast from her hand. “I don’t know if Miss Waterworks here knew her own strength.”
The moment came back to me in bits and pieces, like my brain was rebooting.
“Well, Emma got to see my cute makeup already, and it is her birthday, so I guess it’s her option to mess it up…” Vi laughed too, her hands sliding down my thighs to my knees.
“I think our birthday girl is coming back to earth…” Brenda said. “Are you with us again, Em?”
I opened my eyes slowly, even the dimmed lights of The Suffering Room a little too intense for me as everything settled back into place.
“Yh…yeah…I’m…oh my god…” I said, my voice croaking and my throat dry. “I’m…holy shit…” I gasped.
“You all know I squirt a lot, but…damn…” Wendy tapped her palm against my ass lightly. “I’ve never done it that much…at least not all at once.”
I finally regained the strength to move my neck, and when I craned it down enough to look down at Vi, I discover exactly what had caused the laughter to erupt around the room.
Wendy’s amazement was, well, pretty warranted.
While I’ve admired her ability to squirt and have even caused it numerous times myself, I’d never been really able to match her…
volume. Until, apparently, tonight. And then some.
Vi’s face and chest were soaked, her cheeks glossy and her pink hair stuck down in a lot of places.
There was even more of the thin milky fluid running down the bodice of her outfit, and plenty on the ground in front of her.
To say I’d outdone myself would be a massive understatement.
“Uhh…sorry…” I laughed a bit. After the little explosion with Kim and Brenda a couple weeks ago and now this, the whole ‘Emma can’t squirt as easily as everyone else’ thing was really coming into question.
“What in the world are you apologizing for? That was amazing, Em…” Vi kissed the front of my thigh, her eyes still closed to prevent any of the liquid getting in, because that stuff stings.
“This might actually not be enough to clean it up, but it’s a start.” Yara said, giving a bath towel to Vi, who then started patting down her chest. Wendy stepped in with a wet washcloth, swiping it across my girlfriend’s face, kissing her on the cheek after she did.
The moment Vi’s eyes open, I see the light and excitement in them. “Hey…” She said.
“Hi…” I murmur, just the slightest bit embarrassed that I lost so much control, but I did it in a place where it was more than welcome.
“I think you had like four orgasms, but I don’t think you were really with it enough to count.” Vi said. She stood up and hugged me, kissing me on the lips, her skin still just a little sticky.
“I counted six…” Wendy said, getting Vi a second bath towel.
“Well, I know I had one as Emma was cumming all over me…” Vi said, nuzzling her damp face into my neck.
The tension in the ropes around my wrists went slack, and Brenda slowly lowered me to the ground, my legs still shaky and uncertain, but regaining enough for me to at least stand.
“I suppose there is a reason we keep a mop in this room, isn’t there?” Brenda said, stopping at me and Vi, resting her hand at my lower back. “Happy birthday, Emma.”
“Yeah, not many women get that kind of present, you should feel special.” Yara said. She unzipped the catsuit and nearly made me come again as I saw her sweaty, toned body emerge from underneath the latex.
“I feel so unbelievably special.” I said.
I flipped the switches to release the crossbar holding my hands up and pushed my thumbs through the knots to untangle them, finally regaining movement and dexterity.
For as safe as it was, I was still going to have some rope marks on my wrists for a few days…
guess it was going to be ‘Emma wears long-sleeved shirts in balmy Southern California weather’ week at work again.
“Thank you all so…so much. I know I’m…I know I don’t articulate how much I appreciate you all, but…
” I leaned against Vi. “No…not going to have another meltdown…but…I love you all, and I’m so thankful you were able to give me tonight. ”
“You’re saying that like it’s over, Em…” Yara said. She was holding another box that I hadn’t seen before, this one larger than the one with the claws.
“You know how much I like to fuck, Yara, and I really appreciate the offer, but…I can’t take another moment of sex tonight.” I said.
She rolled her eyes at me and gave me a disapproving look, her curls bouncing a little in front of those eyes, giving it a dramatic flair. “Open it.” She smirked.
I was going to humor her, but when I opened the box, my heart sang again, this time in a different way.
There was nothing new in the box…no, the whole point was that there was something very old, very cherished within it.
A pair of yoga pants that Vi probably took from my dresser this morning, and a t-shirt so perfectly worn, so absolutely soft, it was probably the most comfortable piece of clothing I owned.
“You think we’re going to celebrate your birthday by just giving you good food and fucking you into the next dimension?” Yara said, letting the lid to the box fall to the floor.
“Wendy’s already getting the living room ready for movie night…and we’ll watch anything you want.” Vi said, standing next to Yara, both of them beyond excited to be capping off my night in the best way possible.
“Anything?” I said with a raised eyebrow.
“Anything.” Yara said.
“Perfect Blue?”
“Weird way to come down, but…sure…” Yara said.
“Funny Games?”
“Em…” Yara rolled her eyes harder now. “Only the Austrian version…”
“Love Exposure?”
“Emma…” Vi groaned, “that’s like four and a half hours long…I think you’re the only one that’s allowed to be tortured tonight.”
“Guess we’ll go with Jackie Brown” I said.
“You’ve watched that twice this week already…”
I shrugged. “You said anything…”