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ELEVEN DAYS OF NOT TOUCHING
On day eleven, Beatrice opened her front door in a robe with her cunt so swollen and wet that it had soaked through the silk, and Jo and Callum dropped to their knees in the hallway and begged to eat it.
She'd won the bet. Eleven days. Forty-five years old and not one finger on her clit, not one vibrator, not one cock, while two lovers sent her dirty texts and photos and moaning voice notes every single day. Now she stood in her hallway, shaking, panting, her pussy throbbing like a heartbeat.
"Please," said Jo, thirty-seven, freckled, kneeling. "Please, let me eat your cunt. I've been dreaming about it for eleven days."
"Please," said Callum, forty-six, kneeling beside her. "Let us worship you."
"Do it," Beatrice croaked. She tore open the robe and let it fall.
Jo dove in. Her mouth landed on Beatrice's pussy like a starving woman, tongue stabbing between the lips, lapping, sucking the swollen clit. After eleven days the first touch hit Beatrice like lightning. She screamed. Her knees buckled and Callum caught her under the arms, hauled her up, and set her on the hall table with her legs spread wide.
"Fuck, look at that cunt," he groaned. "It's pulsing."
"Eat it," Beatrice sobbed. "Both of you. Eat it, eat it!"
Jo licked her clit and Callum shoved two fingers up her cunt. Beatrice came in less than thirty seconds, a gushing, shaking, screaming orgasm that soaked Jo's face and the table beneath her. Jo drank it, swallowing, laughing.
"One," she said. "Eleven more to go."
They carried her to the bedroom. They stripped in seconds, Jo's dress torn, Callum's shirt flung. His cock was hard, thick, straining. Jo's pussy was shaved bare and shining. Beatrice grabbed his cock with one hand and Jo's cunt with the other.
"Fuck me," she begged. "Fuck me now. Both of you. I've been starving."
Callum rolled her on her back and pushed into her in one stroke. She screamed again. Eleven days of waiting and his cock felt like a battering ram, huge and perfect, filling her pussy to the brim. He fucked her hard, balls slapping her ass, while Jo sat on her face and ground her wet pussy against Beatrice's mouth.
"Eat my cunt, you filthy MILF," Jo moaned. "Eat it while he fucks you."
Beatrice ate. She tongued Jo's hole, sucked her clit, and moaned into her flesh. Callum pounded her pussy and she felt another orgasm building, huge, from the back of her spine. She came with a muffled scream, squirting all over his cock, his balls, the sheets. Jo came on her face a second later, shuddering, rubbing her clit.
Callum slowed. "I want to come in your ass," he said. "Can I?"
"Yes. Oh, fuck, yes. Do it."
They rolled her onto her hands and knees. Jo reached into the suitcase they'd brought and pulled out a bottle of lube and a long pink vibrator. She slicked Beatrice's asshole with cold gel, two fingers, three. Beatrice moaned and pushed back, loving it.
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"Fuck her ass," Jo said. "While I fuck her cunt."
Jo strapped on a harness from the suitcase. She slid her silicone cock into Beatrice's dripping pussy while Callum pushed the thick head of his dick against her asshole. Beatrice, on her hands and knees, felt the pressure and sobbed, "Oh, fuck, both, both, fill me!"
Callum eased into her ass, inch by inch, until he was buried. Jo thrust into her cunt. Beatrice screamed. She was double-stuffed, a cock in each hole, her whole body one huge throbbing nerve. They found a rhythm, Jo in, Callum out, a slick, slapping, grunting machine.
"Fuck, you're tight," Callum gasped. "Your ass is gripping me."
"Harder! Rail me! Rail your dirty slut!"
They railed her. Jo reached round and rubbed her clit with the vibrator, buzzing, relentless. Beatrice came and came, an endless chain, her pussy and asshole clenching, her throat raw from screaming. Callum came first, roaring, flooding her ass with hot cum. He pulled out and it leaked down her thighs.
Jo ripped off the harness and turned Beatrice onto her back. She straddled her and ground her cunt against Beatrice's, clit to clit, scissoring, both of them slick and wet and moaning. They kissed, mouths open, tasting each other. Callum, hard again somehow, stood over them and jerked off onto both their tits.
"Fuck, yes, cover us," Jo purred. "Cum on our tits."
He did, hot spurts striping their breasts. Jo leaned down and licked it off Beatrice's nipples, then kissed her and fed it to her tongue. Beatrice swallowed, groaning, and came again from the sheer filth of it.
They fucked all afternoon. Callum took her missionary and doggy and spooning. Jo sat on her face and fed her cunt to her. She sucked Callum's cock until he came down her throat, and she sucked Jo's clit until Jo screamed. At dusk they ordered pizza and ate it naked, grease on their chins, and Jo fingered her under the table, and Beatrice came with a mouthful of crust.
Then they fucked again. Jo fisted her, slowly, her whole hand, while Callum fucked her mouth. Beatrice screamed round his cock and came again, squirting over Jo's wrist, a long hot jet.
Somewhere in the middle of that first day, Jo tied Beatrice's wrists to the headboard with Callum's silk tie. She teased Beatrice's cunt with a feather and her tongue, bringing her to the edge, stopping, bringing her again. Callum sat in the armchair stroking his cock, narrating. "I'm going to ream that pussy so slow you'll cry," he said. Beatrice cried. She begged. "Please, fuck me, put it in me, I need your dick, I'll do anything, I'm your cum-slut." When Callum finally knelt between her thighs, slid his cock into her, and pounded, she came in seconds, the bed rocking, a flood of hot squirt running down her ass crack onto the sheets.
Jo untied her. "My turn," she said. She lay on her back with her legs wide and Beatrice knelt and ate her cunt. Callum fucked Beatrice from behind while she did it, one hand in her hair, driving her face deeper into Jo's wet pussy. She tongued Jo's clit and sucked it and slid two fingers up her cunt and one in her ass, and Jo screamed and came, and Beatrice drank every drop.
Then they put the vibrator on her clit and Callum took her ass again and Jo sat on her face again, and for an hour nobody spoke, only the slap of bodies, the buzz of the toy and Beatrice's muffled, endless, animal groans. She came eight times in that hour. She counted. When it was done her whole lower half shook with aftershocks, cum slid from her asshole and pussy in thick strings, and her clit felt flayed raw.
"Is that enough?" Jo asked, kissing her.
"For a minute," said Beatrice. "Pass me the strap-on."
She fucked Jo with it, slow and deep, Jo's legs on her shoulders, while Callum knelt behind her licking her pussy and her asshole as she thrust. "Harder," Jo yelled. "Fuck my cunt, you old slut!" Beatrice fucked her harder. Jo came screaming. Callum came on Beatrice's back. Beatrice came with his tongue in her ass and her clit slamming against the harness, and collapsed across Jo's tits with her mouth hanging open.
Then Callum lay on his back and Beatrice sat on his cock while Jo sat on his face, the two women facing each other, kissing, pinching each other's nipples, grinding. Beatrice slapped Jo's tits. Jo twisted Beatrice's. "You're such a filthy cunt," Jo moaned, riding his tongue. "I love you so much." "Fuck my pussy," Beatrice growled at Callum, bouncing. "Pump it in, give me every drop." He came a third time that day, faint and groaning, and Beatrice felt his weak pulses inside her and rubbed her clit to a last shuddering orgasm.
Day two of the marathon began at the stroke of midnight, with Jo waking up wet.
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"Wake up, you old cow," she whispered to Beatrice, rubbing her clit. "I'm horny. Sit on my face."
Beatrice, half-asleep, crawled over and lowered her sore swollen cunt onto Jo's mouth. Jo ate her gently, almost tenderly, then rougher, tongue-fucking her hole. Beatrice woke up fast. She rode that tongue and leaned forward and buried her own face between Jo's thighs, a sixty-nine, mouths on cunts, tongues in holes. Callum woke up to the sound of two women slurping and moaning, his cock already rock hard.
"Bloody hell," he said, sliding out of the blankets. "Save some for me."
"Come here and fuck my ass," Beatrice mumbled into Jo's pussy.
He lubed her and eased into her asshole while she licked Jo's cunt. She moaned into Jo's flesh. He fucked her ass slowly, with long deep thrusts, and Jo ate her clit from beneath, and they came together, Beatrice screaming into Jo's pussy and Jo screaming into hers, Callum roaring, a chain of orgasms. His cum shot deep in her bowels. Beatrice rolled off and lay there twitching, cum leaking from her ass, her pussy gushing in little spasms.
They did not stop. Jo pulled Callum's cock into her mouth to clean it, sucking his own cum and Beatrice's ass off it while he groaned. Beatrice fingered herself and rubbed her clit furiously and watched them. "Fuck her face, Callum," she urged. "Fuck her throat." He did. Jo gagged and choked, eyes streaming, and loved it. He pulled out and came on her tits and she smeared it on her nipples.
"Beatrice. Eat it off me."
She did. She licked her friend's tits clean, sucking his cum off her nipples, and then they kissed, three-way, tongues tangled in a sticky mess, cum and spit and cunt juice on their lips. Callum, spent, watched them with glazed eyes. The women went on without him, grinding together on the soaked sheets, rubbing clits, rocking, until they came in a tangle, breathless, laughing.
Callum stuck three fingers in Beatrice's ass while Jo ate her pussy and she screamed, "Yes, yes, more, shove it all in!" and when she came again she cried, actually cried, from the sheer depth of it.
By then Jo had both feet on Beatrice's tits and was fucking her with the vibrator and the strap-on in turns, calling her every filthy name she could think of, while Callum stood over them jerking his cock, shooting a thin tired load across both their faces. "Lick it off," Jo ordered, and Beatrice did, licking it from Jo's cheeks, then kissed her, sloppy, laughing, covered in cum and spit and pussy juice, moaning for more.
Once more she knelt on all fours, face in the pillow, ass high, and begged them both to take her pussy and her mouth at the same time. Callum rammed his cock into her cunt, Jo straddled her head and fed her wet clit to her tongue, and Beatrice choked out, muffled and shameless, "Fuck me, fuck me, I'm the filthiest cunt you'll ever have," and came for the thirty-first time, her pussy pulsing round him, a last hot spurt soaking the ruined bed.
In the grey light of dawn, Beatrice lay between her two lovers. Her whole body was bruised and sore and satiated. Every hole she owned was raw. She'd come, at a rough guess, thirty times in twenty-four hours.
At midnight Jo was asleep, snoring, her mouth still glistening. Callum, out cold, lay on his back with his softening cock slick and pink. Beatrice lay awake, the bed soaked, her pussy and asshole sore and gaping, cum drying on her belly and tits.
She slid a hand between her legs. Her clit was swollen. Her cunt was still wet, still twitching, still wanting.
"More," she whispered to the dark.
Jo stirred, murmured, opened her eyes. She smiled and slid h
