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hips and Russell slapped the side of her ass with his palm. She wiggled again and Rory pinched the side of her breast. She tried to pick her head up, but Russell put pressure on her and she couldn’t. “Come on. You bring my pussy to a boil and then tell me to go to sleep. I’m too aroused to sleep.”
    “It will cool down,” teased Rory.
    At least she hoped he was teasing her. She lifted her left arm and Rory captured it, holding it to her side. Russell did the same to the other arm. Em wiggled her ass again, which earned her another slap from Russell, and made her cunt burn hotter for the small amount of friction it evoked. She moaned piteously. “Please…”
    Rory flexed his hips, lifting her up into Russell as he shook his lower body from side to side. Russell moved in reverse, rocking up and down over her flesh. The slight movement was odd and stretched her anus to the top and bottom as her pussy was expanded to either side. It was also fantastic, the odd shifts in her flesh unbelievably intoxicating. Her pussy flared hotter, spasms ripping through her cunt to roar up into her brain. She whimpered at the growing orgasm, the feel of it like a glowing bliss within her flesh.
    Both men stopped, sinking deeply within her again and resuming their go-to sleep positions. Em would have slapped one of them if they didn’t have a hold of her hands. She thrashed between them, too close to climax to want to end or cool. She wanted it now, the pounding release that would take her into the wondrous high of raging life fluid. She shifted her head and Rory removed his arm, allowing her head to sag onto the pillow as he grabbed the hair against her scalp and held it. He was well aware that she was angry enough to bite him.
    They lay for what seemed like an eternity, holding her down, encasing her body. Em was silent, waiting to see what they would do next. She was not going to beg them again and if this was how they intended to sleep, then so be it. She would simply lie between them and keep her frustration to herself. Her pussy was aching in complaint, the flickers in her muscles cooling, but not losing their insistent desire.
    Russell shifted his hips, filling and then releasing her anus. He did it a second time and then a third before stopping. Moments ticked by and then Rory slid in and out of her pussy, the wonderful friction torturous. The inner muscles had constricted around his cock, each movement radiantly clear to her overwhelmed nerve endings. He stopped and Russell moved again. It was a patterned progression, Russell…stop completely…Rory…stop completely and then Russell again. They were driving her insane, torturing her, not with whips and paddles, but with denial.
    Em was whimpering loudly, her cunt on fire, her anus feeling Russell’s thrusts as they were echoed against Rory’s cock. Fuck her pride. “Please make it stop. I want to come so badly. Please…” Her voice sounded whiney to her own ears, but Em didn’t care. She wanted to come, needed to come, the ache in her pussy so demanding and infuriating it had to be sated.
    In a single motion, they both thrust forward and then back, rocking her hips between them as they coerced her pussy onward and upward. The sensation rose like the like vibrant fall of a hang glider whizzing toward the ground, free and radiantly overwhelming in its intensity. The muscles of her pussy and anus began to pound around them, consuming her body and mind with shudders of all encompassing joy that pushed even the tiniest thought from her mind. Em screamed, the inner vibration of their climaxes like bolts of lightning flaring inside her. Her pussy clamped tight again and then began to throb in a wondrous secondary explosion of sensation.
    Russell nuzzled her hair, kissing her throat before he sat back. Rory slid from beneath her, drawing her into a long and luxurious embrace. Em was overwhelmed and truly exhausted for the first time in weeks. She felt her body going slack as