She ---- parts II and III (mmmmm/f ...explicit sex)

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Part III is below.

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She ---- part II


She could feel the skin of her body shiver and tighten. Silver darts of
pleasure ran up and down her skin as the feathers drifted back and forth.
The feathers were everywhere and delicately applied. Now that she was tied
down, sprawled over the pillows, each man had both hands free to touch
her. The dark one and the fair one were lounging by her head. Each had
fingers that tickled and stroked her wrists and occasionally one of them
would press her fingers down with the heel of his hand and using his fingers
to tickle the soft contours of her palm. They had feathers dancing along her
stretched underarms. Her legs were very exposed and the two down there
were lazily dragging the feathers in and out of her thighs. Kelsey had begun
by applying feathers to the flesh exposed by her open dress. Each one of
them seemed to know exactly the path to trace. She would feel a feather
run up the outside of her thigh as high as it could as another slide up her
inner left thigh...then the would graze over the tops and drag back down on
the other side. Over and over they would slide in the same pattern, each
time exciting the same path of nerves.

She bucked rather wildly against the restraints, until she heard her dress
tear. The more she struggled, the more the dress fell away. Kelsey’s face,
just above hers, smiled placidly and ran the feathers over every new inch of
her she exposed. But the men, it seemed, had great patience. It was a long
time between the changes of pattern. The sensations built and built until she
folded and the electricity within her burst forth in a mad thrashing struggle.
And her dress would pull away more.

“It would seem,” said Kelsey, “that she has no more need of her dress. She’s
so careless with it.”

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She finally found her voice. “GodpleasepleaseGodno no no no noplease”

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They kept switching. They would tickle her with squeezes and rib-counts and
rolls for long minutes and then they would change to gentle light strokes.
Her thoughts had derailed many times over. She would remember snatches of
tantalizing things she had read about Tantric Sex where the woman was
teased over and over again, climax ever nearing, and then the man would
suddenly stop. During a moment of clarity, she understood that that was
what was happening to her. The sensations built higher and higher, her
nerves churning, her body throbbing as the hands and mouths roamed her
whole body, then they would fall away and the light gliding touches would
resume, but the charge left in her body did not drain away completely...it
stayed and echoed in her, always wanting to burst forth, but their light
tickles would never do it. She had no idea what she was building towards.
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“Please...” she said.

Kelsey slipped up to whisper in her ear, “Please, what?”

“God...no....”

“Please what, my Sweet.”

Andres and Devon finally stopped torturing her feet and began tracing slowly
up her calves and thighs. Carter and Jensen teased circles around her pussy
and breasts.

“Please no...don’t make me...”

The slow tickling circles were making it impossible to think, impossible to
resist.

“Please what?” he whispered.

“Take them off....oh, God, please take them off...”

“Of course.”

Oh fuck oh God thank you oh