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Archive-name: Bondage/bet3.txt
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Archive-author: John Carter
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Archive-title: Bet, The - Part 3
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He knelt between her legs. His hands ran back and forth
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in ever shrinking circles between the top of her pubic hair and
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the bottom of her slit. A circle with his hands and he was
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travelling within her pubic hair all the time, only pausing
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briefly at the bottom of her slit to tantalize and tease her
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before moving on.
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Each hand mirrored the movements of the other. They
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travelled up the sides of her sex, diverted into the forest of
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her hair and then back down until they met at the bottom of her
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slit. Three, four, five more times he repeated the maneuver,
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each time the distance between his hands shortened.
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On the next pass his fingers did not stray out into her
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hair. Instead, they travelled up the inside of her slit, running
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along in her wetness, pausing at the top of her sex just over the
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clitoris, brushing it oh so briefly, and then decended back to
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the bottom of her slit only to begin again.
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She found herself moaning. She wasn't sure how long she
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could stand this. The sensation wasn't yet all that intense, but
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her state of arousal was. Without any thought on her part, she
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found her hips moving, trying to increase the contact on her
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clitoris as his forefingers passed over it.
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She was wondering how long she could stand this when he
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broke off the pattern, one long finger sliding into her hole.
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The feeling of contact was so intense from this, as intense as
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she could ever remember it being, that she felt her orgasm begin
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almost at once.
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Her fear was that he would remove his finger, stopping
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her orgasm. She tried to thrust her hips at him, making a sound
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that was beyond a moan, nearly a snarl. His finger was replaced
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with two, both not only meeting her thrusts, but rubbing her
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g-spot at the same time.
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She felt that the whole center of her being was turning
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to water. The orgasm began in her loins and radiated. Each time
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she felt her orgasm begin to subside he increased the force of
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his thrusts. It seemed to just go on and on. She was running
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out of breath. She felt the room swim around her. Had she not
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been blindfolded, her eyes would have refused to focus.
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"And what's the first number?" she heard him say.
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She was only able to moan in reply.
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"I wonder how long you can keep coming?" she heard him
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say. "How much do you want to keep the first number secret?"
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His fingers concentrated even more on her clit. She had
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begun to enter a transition phase where she wasn't so much
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coming as she was going into sensation overload. When he would
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speak, she didn't always focus on the first few words. As she
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tried to catch her breath, which was becoming more difficult, she
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found herself struggling against all of her bonds.
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It was nearly 9 minutes later when she told him the first
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number was 5.
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