Chapter 23:His tongue pushed between her lips

Michael pulled out of Cherry’s mouth, and she just had long enough to draw a single breath before Lucy’s ministrations drove her to another, shattering climax.

Lucy and Michael relaxed the rope holding Cherry’s arms up and she sagged to her knees, unable to stand without support. She could hear Michael and Lucy talking in low voices, but her addled brain could make no sense of the words. Suddenly she was lifted to her feet, the cuffs removed from her ankles, along with her sandals, the restraint removed from her arms. She expected the blindfold to be next, but it stayed on. Instead, she felt hands unbutton her shorts and slide them down her legs. “This way, Lucy,” Michael said, leading her across the room. “Step up,” he added after a few paces and she felt a wooden board against her bare toes. She stepped up and Michael guided her another step forward until her ribs came in contact with a padded wooden bar.

“W-what’s going on,” she whimpered, but neither of them answered her. Instead her arms were stretched out and placed in cuffs, her legs were spread wide and also cuffed to something. She felt open, exposed. Then the bar against her rib cage was raised up until the upper surface, velvet covered and soft, lifted her breasts with it. The bar stopped right under the base of her breasts, pushing them up and forward. There was, she realised, a depression in the bar that was cupping her breasts a little, pushing them together. Someone placed a strap around her back, tightening it so that she could not possibly back away from bar, even as far as her arms would stretch. She thought it was over until she felt another bar closing down on the top of her breasts. It, too, was padded and there was no pain, but with the top bar closed down, her breasts were pressed closely together and out from her chest. With her legs spread lewdly and her tits squashed out on display, Cherry had never felt more like a slut in her life; and she had meekly allowed herself to be put into this position.

Michael slipped the blindfold off her head. It had to be Michael, because Lucy was standing in front of her, grinning in a manner that told her that this particular ordeal was far from over. Cherry glanced down and realised that she was clamped into the oddest set of stocks she had ever seen. Tit stocks! They seemed made for her large breasts, Lucy was too small and firm for them to take proper hold. She could see that the exposed skin of her tits was flushed with blood, and her nipples were more distended than she had ever seen before. However had invented this device clearly had someone like Cherry in mind.

“Now what shall we do with you?” Lucy mused. “Ah, I know.” She dropped to her knees in front of Cherry, becoming immediately invisible behind Cherry’s forward-thrust tits. Where she had gone became obvious, however, as Cherry felt thumbs pushing aside her pussy lips, followed rapidly by a tongue lapping quickly at her clitoris. Cherry let out a loud moan as Lucy began kneading her mons while tonguing her clit hard and fast.

Michael appeared around the side of the stocks, grinning brightly. He was looking down at where Lucy was at work and, as he watched, his cock rose from half-mast to near vertical. Cherry stared brazenly back at him, watching his cock stiffen. Her arousal grew with his shaft and she knew that she was going to cum soon if Lucy kept going. Lucy knew it too and, as Cherry’s excitement grew to near crescendo, she stood up, pussy juice shining all over her grinning face, leaving Cherry to cry out in frustration.

“Not yet, little slut,” Lucy said. She glanced over at Michael and he handed her a bundle of wire. From the bundle, Lucy extracted first one, then a second nipple clamp, settling each into place over one of Cherry’s blood-engorged nipples. Each clamp had a little knob attached, allowing it to be tightened as much as was required, and Lucy tightened them until she heard Cherry wince. Then she would let go, and the nipple would be pulled hard down, stretched tight against the breast, by the attached weight. With both clamps in place, the reason for the connecting wire became clear as Lucy showed Cherry the little remote control. “Yes,” she said as realisation dawned on Cherry’s face, “they vibrate.” Lucy turned the control knob on the remote and the little weights began to hum. Shivers of sensation burst through Cherry’s breasts. Her nipples felt they had been hard-wired to her brain. She let out a long, low groan, and her eyes rolled back in her head.

A minute or so later, when Cherry had calmed down from the initial burst of sensation, Lucy dropped to her knees again, slid her thumbs up between Cherry’s pussy lips, and began massaging her clit once more. Cherry felt another pair of hands, Michael’s, sliding over her inner thighs. He slid his palms over her ass cheeks and then up her sides as far as the belt around her ribs. Small shivers ran through her body at his touch. She would cum this time, she knew it. She felt Michael’s finger’s twine into her hair and he pulled her head around so that he could force his mouth against hers. His tongue pushed between her lips, stroking along her upper teeth, skipping over the tip of her tongue. She responded, pressing her own tongue out against his. She could feel the start of an orgasm building between her legs. Her knees began to tremble.

Lucy stopped licking, stood up, and said, “Michael?”

Michael broke off the kiss and nodded to her before moving behind Cherry, out of her field of vision. The nipple clamps were still humming, but Lucy had turned them down so that the surge of sensation through Cherry’s breasts had reduced to a trickle.

Cherry felt Michael’s hands on her ass cheeks again. He slid them up her sides to the belt, but this time slid them back down, cupping her ass in his hands, pushing out to spread her wide. She felt the head of his cock between her cheeks. It was slick and slightly sticky; lubricated. The head of his cock found the narrow opening of her anus and her eyes widened. “No!” she gasped. “You can’t mean to…” The pressure increased on her sphincter as he pressed on it. Involuntarily, she tightened her muscles, increasing the pain. “Oh, god, no,” she moaned. “It hurts.”

Then she heard Lucy’s breathy voice in her ear. “Don’t you remember what I told you,” she whispered. “I told you I was going to eat you out while Michael fucks you in the ass.” Cherry whimpered in recognition. “I said I was going to have him cum inside you, and then I was going to lick his juice out again. That’s what I said, wasn’t it?” Cherry groaned and nodded. The words made her feel wanton. She had agreed to those words, in a cubicle in Victoria’s Secret, naked from the waist up.

Michael felt Cherry’s body relax again and pressed the advantage. The head of his cock slipped through her sphincter, eliciting a yelp of pain from her. He stopped, allowing the pain to subside. As her muscles began to relax once more, he pushed in a little, then a little more. It took a little under a minute before he was buried to the hilt in Cherry’s ass, and then Lucy turned the nipple clamps back up and began her clit massage once more.