Pleasure's Edge

Nene's body arched, her back bowing off the bed as she finally succumbed to the relentless assault on her senses. A keening moan tore from her throat as she came, her orgasm shattering her composure like fragile glass. Amane pulled his head away, his mouth leaving her cunt with a wet, sloppy sound that only seemed to heighten her embarrassment. As she trembled through the aftermath, Amane wiped his mouth on the bedsheet and looked over at Tsukasa. "Let's get her to cum three more times until we get to the main course," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. Tsukasa nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he shifted his attention back to Nene's still-quivering form. "I think I can handle that," he said, his voice low and husky. Nene, still reeling from her orgasm, could only lie there, her body spent but her mind already racing with the implications of what Amane had just said. The main course? What could that possibly entail? As if sensing her unease, Amane leaned forward, his fingers tracing the curve of her face. "Don't worry, Nene," he whispered, his breath caressing her skin. "You're going to love what's coming next." With that, Tsukasa dove back in, his tongue probing her anus once more, while Amane turned his attention to her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples into tight, aching peaks. Nene's body began to respond, her arousal building once more as she succumbed to their ministrations. The next few minutes were a blur of sensation, Nene's body responding to their touch like a puppet on strings. She came again, and again, each orgasm building on the last until she was writhing on the bed, her body trembling with exhaustion. As she lay there, her chest heaving, Amane and Tsukasa exchanged a look of satisfaction. They had done it – they had pushed her to the edge and back, and she was still standing. Or, rather, she was still lying there, her body quivering with the aftershocks of her multiple orgasms. Nene's eyes drifted closed, her mind reeling with the implications of what was to come. What was the main course, and how much more could she take? The only answer she got was Amane's low, husky laughter, his voice dripping with anticipation as he leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "The best is yet to come, Nene."