Author's Note: This is the final part of this series and of course I'd encourage you to start off with parts one and two, but you can probably just jump in here if you like. There are other Bethanie and Maddy stories before this too, but unhelpfully I don't indicate that in the titles. Sorry! You can read more about them in The Lipstick Test and The Coffee Shop Girl, which you can find through my profile along with all my other stories. If you enjoy this story then please take a moment to comment and vote, and as always thank you so much for reading. Thanks again to WWL for giving this the once over, it's a better story for it.
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She licked her lips and the sour, salty taste of her own sweat filled her mouth. Looking down at herself, she was suddenly struck by the previously unthinkable idea that you might, actually, be able to get too much of a good thing. Her legs were visibly shaking and while she was focussing, willing them to stay straight, the heavy, spherically headed "electric massager" slipped from her trembling fingers and hit the floor with a thud.
"Problem?" Bethanie glanced up from her magazine, a fork laden with pasta half way to her lips.
"Bethy, I..." Maddy found her voice was thick, trapped somewhere at the back of her throat, "Can I stop now? That's three now and I..."
"Oh Madeline," Bethanie made a sympathetic face, and for a second Maddy's spirit lifted, "of course you can't!" Maddy tried to control her face, to stop the tremble of emotion, but she knew that Bethanie would be able to see through any display she put on. Her girlfriend brought the fork the final few inches to her mouth, and delicately started chewing, all the time keeping eye contact with her. She brought her other hand up, all five digits stretched out, as if waiting for a congratulatory slap. "Five orgasms baby. Five, then you can have some dinner."
"Bethy..." Maddy found that she was having to take deep breaths to focus herself all the time, "Bethy, but I already came like... this is so much... I'm getting sore..." She licked her lips - the tang of salt again. She was blinking her eyes too now because the perspiration was dripping down her forehead and when it really got in there it stung like anything.
"Don't worry baby, I'm going to give your poor little pussy some nice treatment after this, and all you've got to do is give me another two climaxes on that rubber dick. And no trying to fake it!" she wagged her finger, "Like before, because I'll know!" Maddy didn't say anything for a moment, and seeing the need to hurry her up Bethany jabbed her fork in the direction of the vibrating massage toy on the floor. "Now pick that up and get back to it darling."
Maddy moaned in frustration but obeyed, keeping her legs straight and her hips level she leaned down as if trying to touch her own toes. God, everything was frustrating! Fucking two hours into her forfeit and she already had newfound respect for her gorgeous girlfriend. She had never thought she'd have it in her to really push things, but right now... things were being pushed.
The dildo, attached just below waist height by adhesive or some super-strong suction cup or something to the refrigerator door was still inside her as she bent down, and as her torso lowered she felt it bending down a little too. But it didn't bend much, and as her fingers fumbled, brushing the long handle of the vibrating ball she felt it pushing inside her, against the angle of her body. She needed to slip off it, just for a second, to get that toy. But she felt Bethanie's eyes on her, and it had been one of the rules - you can't get off the cock until you've finished your task.
"Ngh," she gave a short grunt and forced herself, feeling the cock press up deep inside her, but managing to close her fingers around the handle. She straightened up quickly with a gasp. Success!
"Well done baby!" Bethanie smiled, turning her attention back to her magazine. "Now let's hear that fridge rattle again."
Maddy, finding no energy to come up with any feisty retorts, sighed and started working her hips again. Looking down between her legs she couldn't see the dildo penetrating her, but she knew it was there. It was just that it had been in her for so long that she was strangely accustomed to it.
No, she couldn't see the cock, but she could see the mess that she and it were making - her juices, her girl-come that had come trickling and dripping down the plastic shaft and then started running down the sheer white door of the refrigerator leaving a thin trail. It looked as though someone had been slowly pouring some sticky liquid down the front of the appliance, but it was all her. And on the floor, between her legs too - the eventual destination of her small, private waterfall - there was a shining, sticky stain. Sometimes she dripped, little drops and strings of her pussy juice fell straight from her swollen lips onto the old linoleum of the kitchen floor.
She bumped her ass back against the cool white machine, feeling the cock slip right up inside her. Thank God she was still wet and relaxed inside - her pussy yielded to it willingly, almost welcoming it in again, grateful for the three shuddering climaxes it had already brought her to. Bethanie had placed it so well, and while her goal of five orgasms was a tough one, at least she could fuck herself back on the fake cock easily enough without rising up on her tiptoes.
She thumbed the button on the vibe and it buzzed to life. It took her a moment to compose herself enough to bring it down between her legs though. She used her right hand, the left one supporting her upper body weight on her thigh.
And just as Bethanie had ordered, she started to make the fridge rattle again. She humped it, and it's temporary cock, like she was desperate to please it, like it was some blocky, white idol that she was worshipping. It was more than that of course; she was desparate to please Bethanie, her girlfriend, who just the night before had confessed her love. Then this morning Maddy had lost their bet that she - a perpetually horny, petite blonde - could restrain herself enough to keep her hands off Bethanie for a week. She had lost spectacularly, and now she had to do everything that Bethanie said for seven days.
So far that had mostly been climaxing. At first that had been... a delight, but now she could clearly see where Bethanie was going with this. She was going to really push Maddy until... until she was begging to stop? Until she passed out? Maddy bit her lip and felt her burning skin heat up another couple of degrees at the thought. Bethanie was the least adventurous of the two of them - a bi girl who had never even been in a gay relationship before. Maddy hoped she really could find it in herself to really test her. That would be so much fun.
Her hips were so tired but still she worked them, pulling herself forward off the prick (she didn't even remember what colour it was) and then sliding back down it until her pert cheeks pressed against that smooth white body again. Bethanie had finished her dinner and without the clink of cutlery to distract her Maddy became aware of the filthy, wet grinding noises she was making - high enough to cut through the buzz of the vibe.
Oh and that vibe. She brought it up between her legs and touched it close to her clit. It shook her so much, and speeded up her orgasm so violently that she was almost afraid to use it, even if it would help her finish her task quickly. It was new, she was sure. Bethanie must have bought it today, because if she had owned one of these ridiculous massage ball things before Maddy would have fucking well known about it. She couldn't wait to use in on her dark haired girl when they were through with this stupid bet. Christ, it was serious enough to need plugging in for God's sake.
Gingerly she moved it down so that it was right over her clit, and the buzzing seemed to get inside her somehow, shaking her brain free from its moorings and almost making her overbalance and tip forwards. She was so sensitive from what had already happened that when she pressed the vibe against her clit, arching her back and trying to force that cock up inside her as far as it would go, she felt her next orgasm immediately take the handbrake off and start moving.
