Holy Fuck I Can't Take It!

The old dude was so right. I'm almost ready to beg before he even touches anywhere 'good', although I think I have a new definition of what constitutes a good spot now. When he finally touches my pussy, just barely on the lips, I'm already on the edge, and I hear myself say, "The five minutes start now." Goddammit, why do I have to wait until I'm on the edge to start the timer? I'd have been halfway to winning already if it started when he first touched me. I cannot lose this one. All this edging and then I can't bring myself off either? No way!

I should think about, think about... Oh God, all I can think about is what he's doing to my pussy, the slow soft stroking up and down, up and down. His fingers slide smoothly against me. I'm so wet and horny. I spread my legs even wider and push my hips a little bit higher. He slows down even more. I gotta think about something else or I'll lose in the first minute. Think about.... think about.... how he ever sooooo slooooowly eases one finger inside me, just the tip parting my lips and going up my slick hot hole. I wish he'd move it. Why won't he move it? I barely hear Kyle say, "God, Ellen, I think you're even hornier than when I touched you," but I'm so focused on my sex and how I need to cum, I don't respond.

All I can do is stare down at his hand. Fuck me with your finger. I need to be fucked. I need to cum! I'm panting like there's no air in the world, my naked breast heaving, my nipples aching for his hands to come back and give them the good pinch he wouldn't give before. My hips hover a few inches over the bench because I can't stop myself from spreading my legs and pushing up to get just a little more. But he won't give it to me. Why won't he give it to me? All I can think about is how much I need to cum.

"Please," I say.

"Please?" he says back as I hear muttering around me. I should care what they're saying but I don't.

"Please, I need to cum. Please make me cum," I beg him.

"Only made it two minutes," I hear Kyle say next to me, and My eyes widen as I realize what I've done. I turn back to the man with his finger barely inside my pussy.

"Stop, stop. You've won. You have t- Ohhhhh fuck." He cuts me off by sliding his finger just a little deeper in me. My pussy clenches down on it and I lift my hips a little higher yet. He stops motionless, and then even more slowly eases it back out. As I relax and lower myself back toward the bench, he resumes that infuriating slow stroking on my lips.

"The bet was to edge you for five minutes. I don't have to stop just because you lost," he tells me, and he taps me gently on the tip of my clit. I think even one little stroke would have been enough, but the tap just makes me want to cum more, needing just a little more attention to my clit. He does it again.

"Fuck, why?" I ask, almost crying, but he seems to be right; I still can't stop him. He keep slowly tracing the outside of my pussy, tapping my clit if I show the slightest sign of calming down, and I lose track again of everything except how much I want to cum.

"Five minutes are up," I say and finally let my ass drop back to the bench. I immediately reach between my legs, Kyle reaching out to stop me.