New Year’s Eve

Just another couple of hours and then the new year. Just another couple of hours… and then you’ll get what you need.

What started as a simple challenge had become a battle of wills. Hearing the moans, the desperate cries for release, made it so much harder to hold on. The biggest rule was that when somebody called out that they were about to come, the other person must stop and let them rest, no matter how tempting it was to make them go over the edge. They all agreed that nobody could climax until midnight, until it was the new year. Anybody who failed to hold back would spend all of January in a state of denial.

You close your eyes for a moment, as if to shut away the onslaught of imagery that tempts you, yet all it does is make you focus on the sensations driving you closer. You open them again and simply look around, trying to take your mind off of the mouth that is working you to the brink. Watching a couple suck each other does not help, seeing the woman on top wrap her lips around that pulsating length while her lover does all he can to frustrate her further. With her legs straddling his head, he grasps her ass while continuing to suck her clitoris, as if pulling her closer and letting her know that she isn’t going anywhere else until one of them gives. It won’t be long until he begins to pump his hips up and down, then she’ll know that she has him right where she wants. 

You gaze around the room as you feel your own impending orgasm wreak havoc, wanting so desperately to just give in. The sounds of sex continues to pour fuel on the flames; the wet slapping sounds of skin meeting skin, the aching moans of desire echoing throughout. Women bounce up and down on the laps of their partners, feeling every inch twitching within at the moment they are told to stop. Those mischievous grins signal that they want nothing more than to just jerk their waist up and down once more, to force that stiff length to convulse in pleasure and see their man cry out in orgasmic joy. Yet still midnight is some time away, more time to keep those stiff cocks swollen and in need for more. 

You want to come so badly, for that mouth to just bring you over the pinnacle, yet you hold out… soon you’ll get what you need. Your attention is pulled to a woman screaming out as her pussy is devoured, letting everyone know that she can’t take it, that she just needs to come. The woman between her legs looks up and tells her no, that it isn’t time yet. A shiver of arousal runs through your spine at hearing those words, then seeing the woman lean her head down and begin again. The way she is lapping away at the woman’s dripping pussy makes it clear that she is taking much delight in evoking such moans and squeals of frustration. 

Various couples look into one another’s eyes, as if feeding off of their arousal and trying to will the other to give in, to succumb to their desires. It’s so erotic, to know what they are all feeling, to understand that deep, bubbling climax is ready to spill over and gush forth, to know that it is their own body that is doing this to them. 

You feel your orgasm taking hold, the fight between wanting to hold back and recover, and wanting the mouth to never stop tormenting you. Everything within yearns to just let go as the countdown begins. Ten seconds is all it will take… yet the tightening in your core, those little tremors within, telling you that you may not last. The fireworks are about to go off. Ten… nine… eight… so close….

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