They stood and watched Jessica writhe and jerk. Her eyes were shut tight, her thighs trembled and she made sounds that ranged from murmurs to full-throated groans. Between her legs, her juices had stained the crotch of her panties a darker cerise.
“Isn’t that the vibrator I bought you? The German one?”
Yvette folded her arms and leaned back against Daniel’s chest. “It is.”
He cocked his head and looked at her profile with concern. ” You didn’t like it? Why didn’t you tell me, love?”
She reached up and drew her hand along the side of his handsome face. “I loved it, darling. But it’s far too strong for me. Even on the low setting. I don’t know what those German girls are made of, but it’s stern stuff.”
Pressing a kiss to her cheek, he slid a hand down the front of her body and cupped her pussy affectionately over the fabric of her dress. “I like it when you come hard.”
Jessica began to emit a series of rhythmic yelps.
“I like it when I come hard on you, Daniel. Nothing else feels as good.”
Daniel purred and ground his hips against Yvette’s ass. “That makes me want to fuck you so badly.”
Suddenly, the girl’s body arched up off the chaise. The cuffs rattled and her whole frame shook. She groaned with pleasure as she orgasmed.
“That’s number one,” said Yvette dryly.
“That took a while. What would you say… five minutes?”
“About that.”
Daniel chuckled. “Well, I guess that’s what happens to sluts who fuck too many strangers in the back of cars.”
Yvette nodded. “It’s soulless.”
A bright red flush covered Jessica’s chest and crept up her neck. She slumped back down onto the chair and gazed at them with glassy eyes. The vibe inside her continued to buzz like an angry insect.
“Sad to see someone so young and so jaded. How long until the next one?”
“Who knows?”
“We could go for a swim,” Daniel suggested, an undertone of seduction in his voice.
A slow smile spread across Yvette’s face. “Nice! Let me just open the shutters so we can hear her. We wouldn’t want anything awful to happen to her.”
“Don’t…” Jessica’s voice was ragged and breathy. “Please don’t leave…” For a few moments her words trailed off into unintelligible sounds as her stomach muscles spasmed. “Don’t …leave me like this.”
“You’ll be fine,” said Yvette. “No one ever died of a couple of orgasms.” But even as she said it, Jessica spread her legs, held her breath and clenched her muscles with all her might.
Daniel raised an eyebrow. “What *is* she doing?”
“She’s trying to expel it.” Yvette was over at the French windows, swinging the shutters open wide. A sweet waft of jasmine floated in on the night breeze.
“Fuck!” whined Jessica, her voice grating with frustration. “Please… take it out! Please!” She began to sob. “Oh, god… please!”
They heard the girl’s exhortations as made their way down the stairs and out into the garden.
… Hmmm death by orgasm might be worth trying 😉
This is clever, clever work, RG! <3