Chapter 17: The Third Wind
Christine lay sprawled between them, her body still humming with the twin floods of their release. The silk sheets beneath her were damp with sweat and sex, clinging to her skin. She could feel Joaquin's cock softening inside her cunt, still deep, still filling her, while Zack's spent length pressed against her thigh. Her breath came in shallow pants, her heart hammering against her ribs.
For a long moment, she thought she might be done. Her legs trembled, her ass ached with the echo of Zack's cock stretching her, and her pussy felt swollen, thoroughly used, thoroughly fucked.
But then, deep in her belly, the hunger stirred again. A primal ache that refused to be sated. She had come so many times she had lost count, and still, still she wanted more.
Joaquin pulled out of her with a wet sound, and she felt the emptiness immediately. The loss was sharp, almost painful. She heard him settle onto the mattress beside her, his breathing heavy, and she turned her head to look at him. His dark eyes were half-lidded, a satisfied smirk on his lips.
"You're still hungry," he said. It wasn't a question.
Christine didn't bother to deny it. She pushed herself up on her elbows, her large breasts swaying heavily, her nipples still stiff and aching from all the attention they had received. She reached over to the nightstand, fumbling with the drawer.
Zack propped himself up on one elbow, watching her with a curious, heated look. "What do you need, baby?"
She didn't answer. Her fingers found the small velvet pouch she kept in the drawer, and she pulled it out. She upended it onto the mattress, and the silver nipple clamps spilled out, along with the heavier clit clamp with its little chain.
Joaquin let out a low whistle. "You want to play with those?"
"I want to feel everything," Christine said, her voice ragged with need. She picked up the nipple clamps and pressed one to her left nipple, squeezing the little lever. The sharp bite of the metal made her gasp, a jolt of pain that shot straight to her cunt. She did the same to the other nipple, and the twin pressures sent a shudder through her whole body.
Zack reached over and gave one of the clamps a gentle tug, and Christine moaned, her hips bucking involuntarily. "That's my girl," he murmured. "Show him how much you can take."
Christine picked up the clit clamp, the silver jaws gleaming in the dim light. She spread her legs, finding her clit still swollen and slick, poking out from its hood. She positioned the clamp and squeezed, and the pain hit her like lightning.
She screamed, arching off the bed as the metal bit into her most sensitive flesh. White-hot pleasure-pain flooded her, and she felt her cunt gush with fresh wetness. The little chain dangled between her thighs, cool against her overheated skin.
"Fuck," Joaquin breathed. He pushed himself up, his eyes fixed on the clamp between her legs.
Christine pulled a shuddering breath in through her teeth. The pain was exquisite, an edge that sharpened everything, and she felt herself teetering on the brink of another orgasm already. But she wasn't done. She reached out, her fingers curling around both softening cocks, one in each hand.
The feel of them, both of them, was almost too much. Zack's was familiar, a thick, solid weight she knew as well as her own body. Joaquin's was longer, sheathed in damp skin, still slick with her own juices. She held them together, pressing them against each other, feeling their warmth and weight.
"Again," she whispered, her voice ragged with need. "I need... I want to try something."
Zack raised an eyebrow. "What did you have in mind?"
Christine squeezed them both, feeling them twitch in her grip. Neither was hard yet, not after everything they had given her. But she was determined. She sat up, careful of the clit clamp, and shifted onto her knees between them.
"I want to taste you both at once," she said, looking from one man to the other. "I want to see if I can take you both in my mouth."
Joaquin's eyes widened, and a slow grin spread across his face. "That's a pretty ambitious goal, hermosa."
"Shut up and get hard," Christine said, and her own boldness made her laugh. She had never spoken to a man like this in her life, not even Zack. But tonight, with her nipples clamped and her clit pinched, with her pussy and ass still dripping with two different men's come, she felt capable of anything.
She leaned down and took Joaquin's cock into her mouth first. She tasted herself on him, mixed with his own musk, and she sucked hard, working her tongue along the shaft. She felt him stiffen against her tongue, responding to her attentions. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper until the head nudged the back of her throat.
Then she pulled off with a wet pop and moved to Zack. She lapped at his softening length, licking him clean, tasting herself and the faint trace of Joaquin on him. He grew in her mouth, filling it, and she moaned around him as she felt his pulse against her tongue.
Back and forth she went, alternating between them, her hands working whatever she wasn't sucking. She was determined, ruthless, her jaw aching as she pushed herself. The clit clamp throbbed with every movement, sending jolts of pain-pleasure through her whole body.
"Heat and spit," Zack murmured, stroking her hair back from her face. "That's it, baby. Get us both hard."
Christine pulled off Joaquin and took Zack deep, then pulled off and immediately wrapped her lips around Joaquin's swelling head. She could feel them both thickening now, rising to the occasion. She redoubled her efforts, her hands stroking, her mouth sucking, her tongue laving.
When both cocks were finally hard, jutting up from their bodies, she sat back and looked at them. Her mouth was wet, her lips swollen, and she was breathing hard. The clit clamp was a hot, aching brand between her legs.
"Now watch," she said, and she lowered her head again.
She took Joaquin in her mouth first, sliding her lips down as far as she could. Her hand wrapped around the base, holding him steady. She tilted her head, opening her jaw wide, and then she reached for Zack. She took him beside Joaquin, the two cocks pressing together against her tongue.
It was too much. Her jaw screamed in protest, her lips stretched to their limit. She couldn't get either of them very deep, just the heads and the first few inches, but the feel of them both filling her mouth at once was overwhelming.
"God, look at that," Joaquin groaned, his hand coming to rest on the back of her head.
Zack said nothing, but she felt his cock twitch hard against her tongue.
She tried to move, bobbing her head slightly, taking them in and letting them slide out, her lips dragging along their shafts. It was awkward, clumsy, her jaw aching, but she didn't care. She had a cock in each hand and both of them in her mouth, and she had never, never felt so filthy, so powerful, so completely alive.
She worked them, alternating her suction, favoring one and then the other, trying to find a rhythm. Spit ran down her chin, and she didn't wipe it away. She pressed them together, licking between them, tasting the crown of each.
Joaquin's hips gave a little thrust, pushing himself deeper into her mouth, and she gagged but took it. Zack followed suit, and she found herself with both cocks at the back of her throat, the pressure almost unbearable.
She pulled off, gasping, a string of saliva connecting her lips to their swelling heads. "Fuck," she panted. "Fuck, that's..."
"You want more?" Zack asked, his voice low and rough.
Christine licked her lips. The clit clamp was a constant, burning presence between her legs. Her throat ached, her jaw ached, and she was wetter than she had ever been.
"More," she confirmed.