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self…the core of her being.
    A tongue flickered out as if to swipe up a taste, and Jane shuddered, hopeful, ready to explode into relief, and then the woman was gone, stepping back, leaving Jane’s quim open, ready, and abandoned.
    Tears of frustration and pain rolled from her eyes and Jane squeezed them closed. What is this? she thought as a third woman began the trail of kisses down her body. What is the purpose of this? To tease and taunt her into madness?
    This time she tried to block it away, to cut off from her consciousness the sensations…hot lips closing over her painfully tight nipples…a sudden, unexpected tug at each one, sending a searing streak of lust down to her quim…a gentle brush of mouth over her quivering belly…the pressure of fingers against her thighs, holding her still and wide…then heat. Wet. Sensation.
    The third mouth closed over her and all at once, a tongue was delving wildly against her flesh. Jane’s eyes flew open and she screamed behind her gag as shocks of hard, hot pleasure exploded over her.
    Oh, yes, yes, yes…please…
    The sucking, sliding, flicking drove her to a burning world of insane pleasure. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think—it was intense and painful and blazing with pleasure. The lips, sliding in her pools of juices, the tongue, flickering through every fold of her, then the sharp, hard sensation as her little pip was sucked and sucked and tickled and sucked…and everything shattered.
    The red, rolling orgasm shuddered through her like a steam train, and Jane rose up off the pallet, gasping desperately behind the gag, her eyes rolling back into her head as she collapsed back down. Her scalp ached from her arms pulling her hair, and her breasts—heretofore mostly ignored—ached and jounced as she bucked.
    She couldn’t control her body as it continued to quiver and tremble. Pleasure still pulsed through her, juices dripped from inside her. The chanting had ceased for the moment, and her third tormentor had pulled away when Jane exploded. Now the women were speaking to each other, and Jane was dimly aware of their voices, hardly caring whether they seemed upset or pleased by this turn of events.
    But no sooner had she begun to feel her body again than the chanting began once more, the heavy incense wavered forth more strongly, and the fourth woman pressed a kiss to her forehead…and then to her lips…and down, and down, and down…
    Jane sobbed a little as the trail went inexorably south to where she was still hot and throbbing, still pulsing with tender little reminders of the previous onslaught. Her skin rose up in expectant little bumps beneath the soft lips of the fourth woman and she found herself tensing as the mouth drew lower and lower.
    The barest touch on her nether lips sent Jane arching and moaning. The tongue, tasting her, swirling around and darting into her depths, sent strong, hot pulses through her. She swelled again, grew wetter, and the pleasure was so intense it was pain—pain that must have relief. Pain that mixed with slick heat and the sounds of lapping and licking, sucking and panting.
    This mouth was incessant, drawing and sucking and stroking, until Jane felt herself climbing out of the pain and into the burn of lust. She trembled, feeling herself gather up again, tighten and throb beneath lips and tongue. Pleasure trammeled through her, building in that familiar way, and in the back of her mind she prayed that the mouth on her wouldn’t stop…wouldn’t leave her again…
    Jane rolled and sobbed, heat and desire rising to a pinnacle…then exploded against the lips and tongue devouring her. She felt the mouth against her, drawing in the essence, the taste of her, the orgasm’s juices, sucking and mauling as if it would never get enough.
    And then, though she expected what would happen next—she’d be released, it would be the last time, the last mouth moving down on her—the unexpected happened. The fourth mouth didn’t