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“You’ve got a beautiful clit,” she whispered, jiggling the clamp with one finger. “Look how big you are now.”

I bent my head and tried to see, but the tears clouded my vision. My clit pulsed between the jaws to the beat of my heart, and I felt something else, something even more powerful than the pain. “I need to come.”

She flipped the clamp back and forth. The pressure surged in my clit and my cunt opened and closed like a fist.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so fucking good.”

She gripped the clamp and twisted.

“I want to come so bad.”

“And I want you harder. Harder than you’ve ever been for anybody.” She pulled my nipple ring and jacked my clit with the clamp. The teeth dug into the hood and pulled it back and forth over the head with every tug—pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain. “Now you might be hard enough to shoot a nice load for me.”

“I don’t think I can,” I moaned. The clit torture wasn’t hitting me right to get me off. “I really need to come.”

“Watch me do you, baby.”

I tightened my stomach and bowed forward, shaking sweat from my face so it wouldn’t run into my eyes. My clit was stretched out, impossibly swollen, the head bulging beyond the clamp. Seeing her fingers, slick with my come, tugging the clamp was too much. “Oh, God, you don’t know how bad I need to come. I think my clit’s gonna burst.”

“Now it might,” she said, and pulled off the clamp.

Blood rushed in, my clit doubled in size. The nerves in the head short-circuited from the sudden stimulation. Pain and pleasure blasted up my spine in equal measure. I thrashed and tried to get loose. I had to hold it, rub it, do something, anything, to stop the agony.

“What’s the matter,” she whispered, fingering my nipple rings rapidly again.

“I gotta come,” I howled. There were more people around us now, most just staring, a couple jerking off. I didn’t care about them. I didn’t care about anything except coming.

“Let me help you.” She fingered the head and, oh, God, it hurt. It was so good and it hurt and I wanted to come so much and it hurt and I couldn’t and I was fucking dying.

“Oh, Jesus, don’t touch it!” I moaned. “It’s too hard now. It hurts. Oh, Jesus. Fuck.” I was blubbering, tossing my head around.

She seized my face again and forced me to look into her eyes. “Shut up and breathe.” She kissed me, so gently I felt like she was rocking me in her arms. “I’m gonna make you come, baby, so sweet.”

She kept kissing me, her tongue delving deeper and deeper until I was sucking it again. Then I felt her fingers glide over my clit and my body jerked. She rubbed it and it felt so good and I moaned. She backed out of my mouth and straddled my leg, her wet cunt hot enough to burn my skin. She whimpered and I realized how long she’d been holding back.

Some guy close to us groaned, and I could hear the frenzied slap of his hand on his cock, and she growled, “Shoot on the floor, cocksucker, not on her,” and he did.

“Get ready, baby.” Then she lowered her head and took my nipple in her mouth, chewing on my nipple and tonguing the ring while she switched her grip on my clit and started to jack me. With so much stimulation happening everywhere at once—her cunt, her fingers, her mouth—the pain in my tortured clit didn’t prevent the orgasm from building this time. My clit couldn’t get any harder, but it started to throb inside, and the pressure spread into my belly, and I knew nothing was going to stop me.

“I’m gonna come,” I cried, and my cunt started to spasm.

She shoved her fingers into me and raised her head to stare at my face. “Give it to me.” Her palm thudded against my unyielding clit as she fucked me, and I unloaded into her hand and over her arm, crying and yelling Oh fucking God it’s so good…

She didn’t quit until there wasn’t a drop left in me and I was twisting to get away from her fingers, my clit so fucked out I wasn’t sure I’d ever need to come again. She reached behind me and released my hands and I fell to my knees, trying to drag air into my lungs. She didn’t care if I could breathe or not. She grabbed my head and tilted my face up and jammed her clit into my mouth.

“Now suck me off,” she ordered through gritted teeth, her clit like rock and already jumping. She bucked her hips and pumped her clit in and out of the circle of my lips, jerking herself off in my mouth.

She was starting to come, so I sucked her just hard enough to keep her clit in my mouth. I wanted it to last for her.

“Here it comes, baby,” she gasped, her fingers trembling in my hair. “Get ready to swallow. Sweet baby, you’re making me come.”

I clutched her ass and yanked her hard against my face, sucking her clit in to the root and clamping my teeth around it. She cried out and ejaculated on my face and I felt her legs go. I wrapped my arms tightly around her thighs to hold her up because I knew she would hate to go down in front of everybody. When she stopped coming I licked up the juice that clung to her cunt and tongued her clit until she murmured a protest and pulled away.

Somehow I got my legs under me and heaved myself to my feet, hauling my pants up with me. My clit was still so tender I couldn’t zip them. The dark-haired girl backed me into the pole again and leaned her arms on either side of my head so she could lick her come off my face. Her whole body trembled, and I risked putting my arms around her.

“That was sweet, baby,” she whispered so no one else could hear.

I kissed her and she let me, and as I played my tongue inside her hot mouth, I realized that I had been wrong about what I had been looking for. What she had given me was sweeter than sweet.

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