Page 125 of Stepbrothers

“Oh, but I don’t know if…”

“No buts.” Parker was staring downward, his attention on her pussy, his cock and what Trig was doing to her. “Come again.”

Clarice also stared at the erotic spectacle. Her legs were trembling and her abdominal muscles tight. Trig was working her with skill and precision, going over her clit and all around it. Capturing all the delicate, stimuli-hungry flesh.

She held her breath. The orgasm was growing rapidly. It wouldn’t be long until it took control. It was racing toward her like an underground train.

“Come,” Hugh said, cupping her right breast as he held her arms over her head with his other hand. “Come. Come for Parker.”

“Oh god, she’s close,” Parker said in a strained voice. “Her pussy is dripping and clasping me.”

“Ah…yes…yes…I’m coming…” She sprang forward as much as she could within Hugh’s hold and stared at the golden vibe being rolled over and around her clit. Her body was a tight spring, a bow primed for release.

And release she did. A big blast of pleasure that cascaded through her pussy and made her shake from head to toe. She cried out, a long, animalistic wail that rattled around her head.

“Fuck, yes, yes.” Parker didn’t move other than to drop his head back and groan. His knuckles whitened, and the tendons in his neck strained.

“Feel good, Parker?” Hugh asked.

“Fuck yeah, she’s spasming around my cock. Fuck, it’s intense. She comes so hard.” He was breathless; a sheen of sweat sat on his top lip and in the center of his sternum.

“Oh, oh, it’s so much…too much.” Clarice cried out when Trig kept the vibe firmly working her clit. It was blindingly intense on her throbbing nub.

“You need to be careful what you wish for, wildcat,” Trig said. “Only minutes ago you were demanding orgasms, well, here you go, take another one.”

“I can’t. Oh, I can’t.” She battled against Hugh’s hold on her, but it was no good, he was too damn strong. “I can’t take any…more.”

“You’re going to come again, Clarice,” Trig said determinedly. “So give in to it.”

“I can’t.” She heaved at her legs, but Parker clasped them firmly. “Oh, it’s so intense. I can’t do it.”

“Come again,” Parker said. “Then I’ll fuck you good and proper just the way you like it.”

Her pussy was clamping around his cock. Aftershocks in total control. “Yes, yes, I want that.”

“So come.” Trig spread her flesh further, leaving nowhere for her clit to hide. He toyed over it with the vibe. “Stop fighting it and come.”

But fight she did, it was instinctive. The vibe was wicked and powerful, and her clit was having to take everything Trig gave it.

She cried out, wailed, dragged at her arms and bucked her hips. But there was no relief. They didn’t let her go, they were determined in their mission to have her coming again.

“Stop struggling,” Hugh said, his lips on her brow. “And give in to it. Just let the pleasure take spark, and then you’ll be there.”

She closed her eyes and tried to do as he’d asked. Sure enough, the first seed of pleasure took hold. She grasped it, thrashing her head from side to side and groaning.

“See, you can do it,” Hugh said.

She wasn’t sure but she was trying.

The seed grew, the pressure built. Within a few minutes, instead of canting her hips to get away from Trig and the vibe, she was searching for it, writhing, squirming, twisting on the table for more.

“She’s gonna come again,” Parker said excitedly. “I can feel it. Fuck yeah, don’t stop, Trig.”

“Not stopping,” he said gruffly.

Clarice had never experienced anything like it. A new, powerful climax was rushing her way. It was deep and throbbing, and already her pussy was clenching Parker’s cock.

“Yes! Yes! I can do it…” she gasped. “I’m coming. Again.”

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