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It wasn’t the first time Phoebe found herself bound to the bed, being teased by her wonderful and wonderfully wicked girlfriend. In fact, over the last couple of months their sex life had devolved into kinky games more often than not. Not that there was anything wrong with normal vanilla sex, but after they’d had their first tentative taste of playful dominance and submission, they’d both succumbed to its allure and the fun of figuring out just how far they wanted to push things.
So in a way Phoebe was already used to being bound helplessly while Flora kissed and nibbled her all over, played with her breasts, tickled her wet folds, and in general pushed all of her buttons. Though in a much more relevant way there was no real getting used to being turned into a prisoner of her own desire. Flora had learned exactly how to touch Phoebe, when to increase the intensity and when to pull back, so as to make her squirm in the most delicious frustration. Phoebe still didn’t fully understand why she enjoyed it this much to be teased and denied, but in the end it didn’t really matter as long as they were both having fun. And as agonizing as it may be in the moment, she’d found that the wait made her eventual orgasm so much more amazing.
For now, though, she had to suffer through the agonizing part of the process, and Flora was in an extra indulgent mood today. The foreplay alone must have taken at least an hour of nothing but hot kisses and gentle touches until every square inch of Phoebe’s skin tingled and she was close to begging for some real stimulation. Only then had Flora slowly ramped up the pleasure.
Slowly was the operative word here, though. It had been an eternity of restrained nipple play, of infuriatingly shallow penetration, and of fleeting licks to her clit that only served to make her feel her need all the more intensely without giving her anything to hold on to.
It was a good thing they had put a towel under Phoebe, or the bed sheets would have already been soaked through. Flora delighted in teasingly lapping up the sticky drops of arousal seeping out of Phoebe’s swollen pussy, but she couldn’t be everywhere at once, and by this point Phoebe was leaking pretty much constantly. The dirty feeling of her own wetness running over her inner thighs and down to her ass with no way for her to wipe it off only rubbed it in how completely Flora had turned her into her personal sexy plaything.
After ungodly amounts of delicious but ultimately unsatisfying oral pleasure Flora crawled on top of Phoebe for an extended make-out session. One that felt all the more dominant for how Phoebe, bound and at the bottom, couldn’t defend herself against Flora’s tongue pushing deep into her mouth, and for how Phoebe’s breath had the unmistakable smell of Flora’s own arousal on it.
“I bought something special that I’d love to try out,” Flora said when she stopped tongue fucking Phoebe’s mouth for a moment to let her catch some air. “I’m warning you, though: It might get intense for you.”
Phoebe licked her lips, savoring the lingering taste of her girlfriend and herself. The glow in Flora’s eyes betrayed barely contained excitement. Whatever she had planned, she was really looking forward to it. Which, given her track record, had to mean she wasn’t joking about things getting intense.
“Are you gonna tell me what it is?” Phoebe asked, though she already suspected the answer.
“I could, if you really need to know,” Flora said slowly as she traced Phoebe’s lips with her fingertip. She giggled when Phoebe gave it a playful lick. “But I think with this thing in particular, the surprise is half of the fun. I’ll only say this much for now:” She reached between Phoebe’s legs with her other hand and tapped her clit a few times, making her squirm. “If you think you’re frustrated now, we’ve barely even started yet.”
Phoebe caught Flora’s finger between her lips. Sucking on it let her channel at least some of the hot need pulsing in her crotch. It also gave her time to consider her options, even though it was a foregone conclusion anyway.
She was pretty frustrated already, what with Flora having been extra diligent in her teasing today, and she didn’t doubt her girlfriend’s threat that things would get so much worse still. Just looking at Flora’s cutesy appearance you’d never believe how wicked that girl could be when she got in the mood. Phoebe shivered as she remembered the times Flora had brought her to the point of begging for mercy, while grinning like a maniac the entire time. And those times she’d used nothing but her fingers and her mouth to drive Phoebe crazy. It was scary to think what she’d be able to do with a new secret weapon.
Which was exactly why Phoebe said yes. She burned to find out what wonderfully evil things Flora had prepared for her. Already her brain was conjuring up the wildest scenarios. Curved dildos that pressed into this special spot within her, causing breathtaking bliss with every movement but somehow still not letting her finish as long as she didn’t get any direct clitoral stimulation. Bullet vibrators to overstimulate her until the pleasure turned into excruciating pain and she begged not to orgasm because it would hurt too much. Or maybe Flora had bought one of those suction cup thingies that Phoebe had had her eyes on for some time now. With her pussy already this swollen and sensitive, they had to be an absolute menace. She could barely imagine just how badly she’d throb if she received constant, inescapable suction in her current state. The frustration would be torture. Sweet, sexy torture.
“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.” Flora popped her finger out of Phoebe’s mouth and booped her nose with it. “Close your eyes. Don’t want to give the game away too early.”
Phoebe did as she was told. They’d played with blindfolds before, and being pushed into darkness never failed to make her feel much more vulnerable. Within seconds her senses honed in on the tingle of air brushing against her wet lips and nose, on the weight of Flora on top of her, on the heat between her legs pulsating with each heartbeat.
“Open your mouth. And get ready for another kiss.”
Flora shuffled around and stretched towards the right, likely reaching for something. There were sounds like a bottle opening, followed by some liquid sloshing around.
Phoebe didn’t have much time to wonder what was going on. Moments later she already felt Flora leaning in, their lips meeting. She readily allowed Flora to push her tongue deep into her mouth once more.
Only that this time her tongue was accompanied by a gush of wetness and the explosive taste of strawberries. Not the good, fruity kind, either, but the one that consisted of two hundred percent artificial flavor.
Phoebe sputtered in shock. She almost choked on the strange stuff. Thankfully it was barely half a mouthful in total and she managed to instinctively swallow it all before it could run down the wrong pipe. Though even getting rid of it did nothing against the overpowering chemical taste.
“What the fuck?” Phoebe flung her head to the side, breaking the kiss to get some air. Her eyes were wide open, tearing up from how close she’d come to choking.
Flora sat up and wiped her mouth. “Sorry,” she said sheepishly. “This oral application thing works a lot better in the stories. And I had no idea that the taste was this strong.”
“It’s certainly something.” Phoebe coughed. “But seriously, what is that stuff?”
“If it works, you should find out soon enough.” Flora gave her a mischievous grin, which twisted into a grimace. “But first I really need to do something about that taste.”
Phoebe only saw the small, bright pink bottle when Flora put it away to replace it with the giant water flask they used for hydration during sex. By that point it was too late to read the label. If Phoebe had to guess, she’d assume some kind of aphrodisiac. So far she didn’t feel anything, but then again her body hadn’t fully recovered from the shock yet.
“What about me?” she asked when Flora was about to return the flask after a couple of big gulps. The artificial strawberry flavor was still etched into her mouth, and somehow it only got more disgusting over time.
“Right.” Flora put the flask to Phoebe’s lips, only to pull it away at the last moment. “On second thought, we might as well use this chance to do this properly,” she said and filled her mouth with more water.
Phoebe rolled her eyes when Flora leaned in, her cheeks bulging. There was no way this wouldn’t end in a mess. Still, right now she’d gladly put up with a bit of a mess as long as she got to wash down that taste in the process.
To her credit, Flora did a solid job of sealing Phoebe’s lips with her own. She also managed to spit the water out in a slow, steady stream instead of one overwhelming gush. It wasn’t the most effective way of getting something to drink, but it did its job. And it was admittedly pretty hot how the hydration break came with a make-out session.
Flora fed Phoebe two more mouthfuls like this. For the last one she got extra cheeky. She only went for a quick kiss before raising her head and letting most of the water drip down in a little waterfall. Unsurprisingly her aim wasn’t perfect and some splashes missed Phoebe’s mouth, but that was okay. The worst of the taste was gone, and the collateral damage would dry on its own in no time at all.
For a fleeting moment Phoebe wondered if she was already feeling the effects of whatever Flora had given her. After all, her girlfriend was basically spitting into her mouth right now. A normal, clear-thinking person would react with indignation and disgust, not a general feeling of ‘yeah, this is pretty neat’. Though if she was honest with herself, this didn’t prove anything. She was kinky enough that she needed no drugs to find some twisted enjoyment in this kind of play.
Flora let the last few drops fall from her lips before wiping her mouth. “Had enough? Or do you want even more to drink?”
Phoebe did her best to collect the stray drops on her face with her tongue. Predictably, the results were on the lacking side. “It’s not like I’d mind more,” she said “but if you want to move on, there are some things I’d love a lot more than water right now.”
As if her words hadn’t been obvious enough, she wiggled her hips as much as her bonds allowed. Whether due to chemical help or not, she was already getting in the mood again, and her body remembered what it was due. She didn’t expect to get any satisfaction in the foreseeable future, not after Flora’s sweet threats, but she was more than ready for some action, even if it was only of the teasing kind.
“So greedy.” Flora giggled. “Well, it should be active by now, so let’s see if it worked.”
As she crawled down to make herself comfortable between Phoebe’s legs, Phoebe’s curiosity as to what she’d been made to swallow grew. The way Flora talked, it wasn’t obvious to her yet if the stuff worked, but she also saw no indication to the contrary. If it was an aphrodisiac, they should have both noticed a spike in Phoebe’s horniness already. Then again, Phoebe’s experience with aphrodisiacs was admittedly limited to fiction, as well as home remedies of questionable quality. Maybe in real life aphrodisiacs didn’t induce a state of feverish arousal. Maybe they instead increased sensitivity by priming the nerves or something.
Flora dragged her tongue over Phoebe’s wet slit. It felt absolutely amazing, no arguing against it. But did it feel any better than it would have had anyway? All the teasing Flora had put her through had made her plenty sensitive. Even if you’d put a gun to Phoebe’s head, she couldn’t have said if there had been any further change.
As Flora ate her out, these thoughts quickly evaporated from Phoebe’s mind. She was still curious as to what was going on, but in the end it didn’t really matter how much of her pleasure was natural and how much, if any, had its source in some kind of drug. Flora’s lips and tongue felt nice enough on her thoroughly edged pussy to make her moan uncontrollably from bliss before she even got close to coming, and that was good enough for Phoebe. She could ask about the details later. For now she was going to simply enjoy herself.
It didn’t take long until the all too familiar hot tension in her loins heralded an imminent orgasm. Phoebe moaned freely, not even trying to hide that she was on the edge. During one of their previous sessions it had seemed like a good idea to stay stoic and trick Flora into continuing with the pleasure, thereby unintentionally pushing her over. Phoebe had been pretty smug about managing to pull it off… for all of a second or so, when she’d learned a vital lesson: Having all stimulation stop when she was at the very edge was horribly frustrating, but having it stop a moment later, when she’d already passed the point of no return, was so much worse. That one ruined orgasm had been enough to convince her to never provoke another one ever again.
She expected Flora to take the hint and stop, once again leaving her whimpering in denial. But instead her girlfriend redoubled her efforts. She closed her lips around Phoebe’s clit and subjected it to an unholy barrage of tongue flicks.
“Please,” Phoebe groaned between her breathless moans. The pleasure was sharp enough to make her ears ring. Flora had to push down hard on her tummy, or Phoebe’s back would have arched so hard as for her to inadvertently wiggle away. “Please, I can’t, I can’t hold it…”
She tried her best to be a good girl and hold the orgasm at bay, but neither breathing techniques nor willpower stood any chance against how amazing it felt to have her clit lashed by a soft, wet tongue. And Flora had to know it. That she continued anyway had to mean that Phoebe was free to let go. So after a last valiant mental effort she gave in and allowed herself to fully embrace the pleasure. Any second now she’d be blown away by an absolutely amazing climax.
Except that she wasn’t.
The hot tension between her legs grew and grew, like a coil that was compressed to the max, only to somehow still tighten even more instead of springing open. Every lick sent a shock of pleasure through her that felt like it should fling her over the edge, but it didn’t. It was supremely frustrating, but not frustrating in the restless way of having an itch in her pussy that she couldn’t scratch. No, this felt as if her clit was literally about to explode, and every time it didn’t, that horrible tension within it tightened even more. She was sure that if this went on for even just one more minute, every single blood vessel in her pussy would pop.
“What…”
She’d wanted to ask what was going on, but after the first word her voice already failed her, derailing her question into a pitiful whine when Flora sucked on her clit, making everything ten times worse. In a way it still felt good, but in a much more pressing way it was pure torture to be pushed against this wall of pleasure that had nowhere to go.
Flora finally relented. She let go of Phoebe’s clit with a loud slurping sound, leaving it burning and throbbing like crazy.
It still felt like the smallest touch should set it off. The stimulation had been painful in its intensity, but Phoebe couldn’t say that the agonizing need brought on by its absence was any easier to bear. She panted, almost to the point of hyperventilating, yanking at her bonds in a futile attempt to get relief from the brutal tension between her legs.
“Seems like it’s working just fine,” Flora said with a little giggle. “I guess you’ve figured it out already, but the tonic I gave you takes away your ability to come. Which means I can play with you as hard as I want without having to worry about you going over.”
“Oh God.” Phoebe tried to force herself to calm down, but that was easier said than done. The needy itch in her clit demanded her full attention. “It’s not permanent, right?”
“Don’t be silly. As if I’d ever do such a thing to you.” Flora put the tip of her finger against Phoebe’s clit and gave it a quick tap. She giggled once more when that minuscule touch was enough to make Phoebe spasm as if she’d been struck by lightning. “No, the effect should wear off in an hour or so. But that’s still plenty of time to have fun. You are having fun, don’t you?” She started tracing slow circles around Phoebe’s clit.
Phoebe whimpered pitifully. She could deal with being edged, but this was so much worse than anything Flora had ever put her through. At least this soft friction didn’t make her feel like something inside her would rip apart any second now, but even so the pleasure caused by Flora’s fingertip was literally suffocating her. Her body was so tensed up in anticipation of an orgasm, she barely managed to fill her lungs.
“Not having fun? Is it too much?” Flora let go. Once again the absence of stimulation only exchanged one torture for another as the frustration sank its claws into Phoebe’s pussy.
“It’s a lot.” It was hard to keep her voice steady when all she wanted to do was whine and maybe beg for mercy, but she didn’t want Flora to feel like she’d done something wrong. The initial shock had been pretty bad, but now that she knew what was going on, it was pretty hot to have her girlfriend take control of her body so completely.
“I am having fun, though,” she continued. “We can go on. But please don’t edge me for the entire hour. I’d go crazy. Like, for real. You have no idea how intense every single touch is.”
“Actually, your reactions are giving me a pretty good idea, I’d say.” Flora demonstrated this with another light clit tap. “But don’t worry. I wouldn’t want to traumatize you or anything. Since it’s the first time we’re playing with this stuff and we still have to figure everything out, I’ll keep the teasing to a minimum.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. But I’d like it a whole lot more if you showed your gratitude with actions instead of words.”
Flora crawled back onto Phoebe and turned around, thighs to either side of her head, getting herself into the perfect face sitting position. It was immediately clear just how much fun she’d had tormenting Phoebe. Before she’d even sat down, the thick smell of her arousal already filled Phoebe’s nose.
For a wonderful moment, when Flora’s juicy pussy took its place against Phoebe’s lips, that sweet smell and taste became Phoebe’s entire world. Even the hot need between her legs paled in comparison to that juicy reminder of how much she had turned her girlfriend on. Phoebe immediately opened her mouth, sloppy licking Flora’s folds to catch every drop before it could get lost by being smeared over her face. Not that she was fully successful in that, of course, but she was experienced and greedy enough to not let much of it go to waste.
Sadly this perfect moment couldn’t last. Flora was content simply enjoying her girlfriend’s skillful tongue for a bit, but it didn’t take long for her mischievous streak to win out. She bent forward, keeping her pussy against Phoebe’s mouth while reaching between Phoebe’s legs in turn. Even her light touch was enough to reignite the fire in Phoebe’s clit, violently reminding her of the orgasm that was still stuck within her. Phoebe flinched, getting her nose all sticky in the process.
“You promised no teasing,” she complained, her words muffled by talking into Flora’s pussy.
“No, I promised to keep the teasing to a minimum. And you wouldn’t ask me not to abuse your situation at all, now would you? That would be pretty cruel when it’s so much fun to play with you.” She traced a slow circle around Phoebe’s clit with her index finger, drawing a pained whimper from her girlfriend. “But if you want, I can make you a deal: I’ll leave you alone until the effect has worn off, but only after you’ve made me come. So it’s in your own hands how long you’re going to suffer. Or in your own mouth, I guess.”
Phoebe immediately redoubled her efforts. It wasn’t like having to eat Flora out was much of a sacrifice. She adored being used as her girlfriend’s personal sex toy, and the prospect of freedom from this terrible tension only pushed her even harder to do something she wanted to do anyway. Though admittedly she’d rarely been as motivated to get her tongue in there as when Flora continued her slow circles.
She was true to her word at least: She didn’t rub hard, overloading Phoebe with pleasure so sharp it threatened to melt her mind. No, her touches were gentle to the point that under other circumstances they would have been just barely enough. The perfect level of stimulation where Phoebe would have had to focus on not going over, but not so much that the challenge was impossible. A level Phoebe knew all too well from the couple of times Flora had teased her in exactly this way for fucking ever to find out how long she could be a good girl and hold out against the pleasure.
The answer was: In theory pretty much indefinitely, though in practice her willpower usually succumbed to the frustration somewhere between twenty minutes and half an hour.
Well, today her willpower had been frayed to begin with. And while one might think that not being able to go over would in a way make things easier, as there was no need to actively fight her own body to hold herself back, in practice it was at least as awful, just in other ways.
Phoebe found that falling back into her usual pleasure resistance techniques actually made the stimulation a tad more bearable. Because the alternative was to relax into it, at which point her body instinctively got ready for a climax that never came. A juxtaposition that led to a whole other level of frustration. Better to spend the mental energy and pretend to hold herself back when there was no actual need to. At least then she could trick her body into believing that everything was normal.
Though of course most of her energy went into eating Flora out. If she could just power through for another minute or two, she’d escape this torture for good. Because she knew her girlfriend: For how much Flora enjoyed teasing and edging her, she was pretty bad at controlling her own pleasure. Even if she’d on some level wanted to hold herself back so as to prolong Phoebe’s suffering, she would have given up on that plan at the very first hint of sexual frustration. Flora was far too much of a spoiled princess in that regard.
And yet several minutes passed, several minutes of frantic licking and sucking while Phoebe’s oversensitive clit screamed for mercy from Flora’s endlessly circling fingertip, and she’d still not managed to get her girlfriend off.
Phoebe was getting desperate, her mental coping mechanisms crumbling away. Her grip on the pleasure had slipped, with no way to recover into pretending this was a normal edging session. Already the tension was coiling up to painful degrees again, and Flora was still rubbing her clit, trapping more and more pleasure inside her with every passing second. Phoebe attacked Flora’s pussy in return with everything she’d got, licking and sucking like a maniac, willing her girlfriend to fucking orgasm already.
She didn’t. Though Phoebe wasn’t the only one disappointed at that.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Flora stopped teasing her. She grinded her crotch against Phoebe’s face, smearing her wetness all over it. Despite her obvious arousal, though, and despite her clit throbbing so violently that Phoebe could feel it against her tongue, it seemed like her climax still eluded her.
“Come on, stop holding back already, or I swear, I’ll get you for this!”
Phoebe did her best, but Flora’s movements were getting so frantic that she only managed some sloppy, ineffective licks.
“Fuck this, I’ll just do it myself.”
Flora’s voice was dripping with annoyed frustration. She rolled off Phoebe’s face and immediately started rubbing herself. “Come on, come on,” she mumbled. But even as her fingers picked up an uncomfortable speed, she only grew more and more tense. Almost as if her body, too, was physically unable to get there.
Well, of course it was. In hindsight it was so obvious, Phoebe had to laugh when she figured it out.
“Give it up. You swallowed that stuff as well. The more you touch yourself right now, the worse it’s gonna get.”
“What? No, I didn’t.” Flora did stop finger blasting herself, but her hand stayed firmly in her crotch, continuing to tease herself while she trembled like an addict going through withdrawal. “I didn’t swallow. Like, not really. I only passed it on…”
The realization was obvious enough in both her tone and her wide-eyed expression that Phoebe decided not to twist the knife by spelling it out. Of course Flora had swallowed some of the stuff. It had been in her mouth long enough, and she’d even washed down the taste with some water. The taste, and therefore also the drug it was attached to.
“I’m fucked.” Flora forced her hand out of her crotch, only to claw her nails deep into her thighs when she learned that the absence of stimulation did not necessarily make things better. “I’m fucked. I’m so fucked. God, this is horrible.”
“Yep. That’s the whole point.” Phoebe allowed herself a moment of smugness. Just a moment, though. She wasn’t one to gloat, and it looked like her girlfriend was about to unravel.
“Don’t worry. You said it yourself: It’s only for an hour. Less at this point. You can do it. And I can distract you with kisses and cuddles if you want. You’ll just have to free me for that.”
Flora answered with a tense nod, as if she was afraid of the sounds she’d make if she opened her mouth. Her shaky fingers took several attempts to get Phoebe out of her bondage. Eventually she managed, and a minute later she was already curled up in a tender hug.
“There, there.” Phoebe hid her grin by kissing Flora’s forehead. Her pussy still throbbed in a useless attempt to get what it had been promised. She was pretty sure that she was suffering worse than Flora right now, which made it all the more funny that she was the one consoling Flora.
Funny in an ironic way, with only the teeniest tiniest hint of schadenfreude. It would have been easy to tease Flora about how badly she handled a taste of her own medicine, but Phoebe would have never done that. She loved her spoiled princess of a girlfriend just the way she was.
They held on tight to each other while both of them struggled to deal with the tension within them. The skin contact helped. And so did making out. It was just the right amount of sexy to feel like they were doing something against the frustration, while not making things worse by being actively stimulating. Once they figured that out, their lips locked and didn’t part again for a long, long time.
Neither of them had any idea how long they made out for before breaking it up to catch some air. The only indicator of time was how sore Phoebe’s tongue was. Admittedly it wouldn’t have been necessary to shove it so deeply and so rapidly into Flora’s mouth, but where would have been the fun in holding back?
“Better?” she asked.
“A bit.” Flora wiped her lips. A shiver ran through her, drawing a whimper. “It’s still pretty bad, though. Like, I feel like I’m going crazy. How do you deal with this? And why are you letting me do this to you in the first place? I figured that it was intense, but I had no idea it got this, well, intense,” she finished weakly.
Phoebe saw some soul searching coming from her girlfriend. Better to nip it in its bud before it got out of hand. While it certainly did Flora good to get an occasional taste of the frustration she was handing out so freely, Phoebe didn’t want her to get a bad conscience about it.
“The intensity and the going crazy is exactly what makes it fun. This moment when you’re so horny it hurts, when you can’t take it anymore but you also don’t want it to stop, that’s what I live for. It’s pure energy. It’s also pure torture, but that’s okay. I like suffering for you.” She leaned in to whisper into Flora’s ear. “And now that you know just how bad it really is, doesn’t that make it even hotter that I let you do these things to me anyway?”
Flora shivered once more. She bit her lip. “Fuck, you can’t say something like that. Do you know how much harder you’re making it?”
“Sorry, not sorry.” Phoebe chuckled. “But it’s been a while now. Should we check if the effect has worn off?”
She slid her hand down Flora’s body. Before she could reach her target, though, Flora stopped her.
“What’s the matter? Don’t you want to come?”
“Of course I want to! But…” Flora looked away as if embarrassed. “If you try it and the stuff is still working…”
In that case the attempt would only make the frustration so, so much worse. But if they were too afraid to try it at all, they’d languish in unfulfilled need for far longer than necessary.
Luckily there was a solution to this dilemma.
“Then you go for it.” Phoebe rolled onto her back, put her hands under her head as they were still bound, and opened her legs. “I’ll be your guinea pig. I’m pretty sure I drank more of that stuff than you did, so once I get off, we can be sure that you’re safe, too.”
Flora crawled over. She certainly looked intrigued, but she hesitated, her hand hovering right over Phoebe’s swollen pussy that throbbed with every heart beat.
“But if it’s still working…”
“Then you inflict the most horrible sexy agony upon me,” Phoebe said with a grin. “So, just another Tuesday, really.”
“You’re unbelievable. But that’s exactly what makes you so amazing.”
Flora gently kneaded Phoebe’s folds, massaging the copious amounts of wetness into every part of her pussy. When she slid two fingers into Phoebe, they were already so slick that the penetration amounted to barely more than a slight teasing sensation. It felt mind-numbingly good, but it would have lacked the force to properly get Phoebe anywhere no matter the circumstances.
“You know that going slow only makes things worse, right?” Phoebe kept a joking tone, but she struggled not to whimper. Flora’s soft touches really rubbed it in just how starved for relief she was.
“Sorry, didn’t think about that.”
It was impossible to tell if it was a sincere apology or a sarcastic one. Not that it mattered, because either way Flora followed it up by putting her thumb on Phoebe’s clit, her two fingers still inside her.
This combined attack definitely did not count as “lacking force.” Phoebe quickly gave up on keeping her composure. She managed to keep her hands under her head and not protect herself, but that was the extent of her restraint. Her moans came so loud and deep, she even startled herself with how pathetically needy she sounded.
As Flora attacked her clit, the tension spiked anew, going from bad to unbearable within seconds and only continuing from there. Phoebe wailed at the intensity, slamming her head back against the bed to try and deal with the sensations. Seemed like the drug was still working and she’d contemned herself to another round of suffering from the angry pleasure trapped within her. She was about to ask for mercy, when a hot wave emanating from her clit made her scream.
It wasn’t an orgasm, not yet, but that single contraction had almost felt like a tiny climax in itself. Phoebe was still trapped on the edge, which had made this flash of pure bliss hit all the harder for it. And she already felt the next one building up.
“Seems like it’s still too early.”
Phoebe’s choked moan turned into a cry of pure frustration when Flora slid out of her. Her girlfriend might have had the best of intentions, but right now she couldn’t have been more cruel if she’d tried.
“No, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Phoebe begged. She raised her hips, chasing Flora’s hand.
To Flora’s credit, she managed to switch gears real quick. Within seconds her fingers were back in Phoebe. Three of them, even. Still not enough to challenge her given how ridiculously wet and dilated her pussy was from all the pent-up arousal, but more than enough for some real nice pressure. Especially when the thumb also made its return to her clit.
It only took a few circles over that throbbing nub to cause the next hot wave of bliss. Quickly followed by the next one. And the next.
Phoebe didn’t manage to hold her imaginary bondage. The sensations were too sharp, too intense. One hand clawed into the bed sheets, the other was in her mouth, getting bitten with all the strength her jaws were capable of. It wasn’t an orgasm, not really, but these repeated jolts of pleasure were no less awesome for it, each one making her breath hitch as it hit her. And they were getting more and more frequent. The awful tension shrunk down, all of it concentrating right behind her clit into the tiniest ball.
Until the dam broke.
Phoebe’s hand barely muffled her screams as she thrashed violently. After all that build-up her orgasm was frightfully strong, and it felt as if all of it was squeezed out through only a couple of nerves which fired all the harder for it. It had to be a side effect of the drug only just wearing off, just like how whenever she thought she was about to come down, more of her nerves activated in a new hot wave of pleasure that set her off once more, dragging the climax out for what felt like forever.
By the time Phoebe grabbed Flora’s hand to push it away, her voice was shot from screaming and moaning so much. Technically her body could have still kept going, but the continuous pleasure had made her clit so sensitive, she wouldn’t have been able to take any more stimulation without some real good bondage to keep her in place. Which might be a fun idea for another time, but right now she was completely done with everything.
“Wow that looked like it must have felt amazing.” Flora wiped her hand on the bed sheets. A quick glance confirmed that they’d have to change them anyway. Phoebe had unwisely rolled off the towel after being freed from her bonds, and it looked like she had even squirted a bit at some point. Not that she had any memories of doing so, but her recollection of the past minutes was shaky at best, and some of those explosive jolts she’d felt might well have been actual eruptions.
“It didn’t just look that way,” she said with an exhausted grin. “I’m so dead. But it’s been so worth it.”
“Happy to hear it.” Flora shuffled over for a kiss. Just a quick one. Phoebe didn’t have the breath left for a full make-out session.
Of course after a few minutes she still mustered the energy to eat Flora out to the finish. She couldn’t leave her girlfriend hanging after all. And despite her exhaustion and her sore tongue it was fun, especially with Flora’s orgasm being almost as long and explosive as Phoebe’s own had been. But even so, when it was over and Flora dropped from Phoebe’s total mess of a face, they were both completely wrung dry. It took them a good half an hour of just lying there, occasionally giggling, until they managed to get up and go to the bathroom.
It wouldn’t be the last time they played with the drug. Though it was the last time Flora made the mistake of administering it via a kiss.