Pleasure Incorporated

Pamela and the Plumber - The Climax

Rick lifted me off the vanity, and I stalked forward, crawling along the chair on all fours and wrapped my lips around the tip of Paul's cock, my hand taking over where his left off.

Some girls didn't like giving blow jobs. I could never understand why. The sound of a man's breath hitching, the feel of their thigh muscles twitching, their hand gripping your hair... what the hell wasn't there to love?

Rick slipped in behind me and grabbed my ass, hitching my pussy into his face. A deep vibration escaped my mouth, wrapping around and caressing Paul as Rick's tongue stroked my clit.

Jesus fucking Christ. Everything blurred into a kaleidoscope of sensation. My mouth pumping, swallowing every rigid inch, Paul's hands kneading my breasts, flicking and pinching my nipples, Rick's tongue lapping at my centre, his fingers slipping in and out.

Hands and mouths molded and sculpted, creating a tower of ecstasy, lifting me to the heights of passion, coiling in my spine, rocketing me to a precipice I didn't know existed.

Rick sucked hard on my clit, and I gasped, taking Paul deeper. The heady combination sent me careening over the edge, taking me on a leap of faith, leaving me adrift in hazy euphoria, as my body pulsed with endless spasms.

From some far-flung distance, I was vaguely aware that my plumbers had switched positions, and Paul pressed the tip of his cock inside me. I moaned as sensitive flesh stretched to accommodate him. I fisted Rick's shaft and pulled hard with my lips, milking and stroking, growling with urgency. A primal need to devour and conquer seized me. I wanted to make them cum. I wanted them to shatter inside me.

Paul drew me back, a slow torture, a cruel ploy, and I pressed my ass against him, desperate. I wanted his cock filling me, bursting me open. He met my push with a driving thrust, causing pinpricks of light to flit across my vision as an exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain coiled deep inside my pussy.

A battery of new sensations churned and boiled like an alchemist's solution, turning my body into an ecstatic frenzy of desire and need. My mouth and hand met, over and over, sucking and pulling Rick deep into my throat, urged on by feral grunts and the rapid pulse of his breath.

Paul matched the desperate rhythm of my efforts with hard violent strokes of his own, expanding and spreading me completely,

Then, as if they were master playmakers, and the coach had given them the go ahead for their signature knock-out punch, Rick squeezed my nipples while Paul reached around and slam-dunked my clit like a goddamn rock star.

I cried out as Rick pumped his cock, gasping as he came, covering my chest with the strength of his climax. My body disintegrated, each part exploding in a blinding onslaught of light, over, and over, and over again. The orgasm ripped through me and kept me captive as Paul stiffened, his body caught in the throes of his own release as he twitched and softened within me.

When I came back to my senses, the three of us lay in a convoluted heap on the lounge chair.

Paul kissed my belly button, running his fingernails along the insides of my thighs while Rick nibbled on the curve of my neck, his stubble sending shivers racing along my skin.

"I think you passed," I said to Paul, my body limpid and flushed with a languid glow.

Paul nipped at my hip. "That was just the preliminaries."