Living on the Edge

Surge revels in your agonizing need for release. The battles keep happening but your mind is fogged with your constant orgasm denial. You had started the whole exercise trying to watch the battles to learn everything you could about the gym leader’s tactics, but now you can’t focus on anything besides the sexual experience.

The thrusts of the large cock are driving you close to an orgasm, and despite all the evidence telling yo otherwise, you hope that you’ll finally cum. You gyrate your hips trying to **** his hand into pushing you over that edge. But to no avail as his member vacates your intimacy, leaving your chest heaving on the verge of exploding. You’ve learnt your lesson and don’t even try to reach for your clit. If you could just touch it, you’d easily climax but every time you’ve tried Surge has shocked your hands with his wand of pain.

At this point you’re not even sure how long you’ve been on the table. “I’m going to win this time!” Your sexual haze is cleared for a moment at the sound of a feminine voice. You turn to look at the new challenger, she’s very pretty with her blonde hair kept in a tight bun on the side of her head. You feel the familiar intrusion of Surge’s dick as the battle starts.

You try to watch the female challenger’s battle, but Surge shocks you each time to try to turn to look. You watch as Surge’s muscles flex with each thrust. The prolonged fucking leaving him dripping in sweat. You can’t watch but by listening you can hear the challenger’s first pokemon being taken out. Surge’s cock leaves you hovering over your body, his cock twitching, a bead of precum drooling from his tip. The bead dropping onto your stomach and rolling into your navel.

You squirm watching his pulsing cock. The occasional zap from the wand stops you from relaxing while he recovers enough to continue. The challenger seems to be fairing a little better than you, she’s taken out the Pikachu but Voltorb quickly puts an end to her second team member. As she throws out her last pokemon, Surge sinks into you once again. You start wondering how Surge will handle you and the blonde. Will he switch between you and her?

You start imagining the many scenarios. If he has you sit on her face, you could surely cum at long last. Or what if he just keeps you both on edge, squirming at his mercy. Laying on the table next to the blonde, you imagine looking into her eyes watching her approach an orgasm only to have it flee her grasp. “Looks like you’ve lost again Jillian,” Surge calls out breaking your mental fantasy. “You know the drill.”

Surge continues his rutting, your orgasm approaching once again. The need for release overpowering you, you reach for your crotch only to have your fingers zapped again. He pulls out like all the other times today, you watch as his cock twitches above you.

Then a jet of cum shoots out hitting you in the cheek. You’re shocked and unprepared as the second spurt coats your lips, having flown over your body. You watch amazed as his cock continues firing his load. It’s as if every saved up orgasm is hitting him now, draining him of all his cum. Your body is dripping in Surge’s semen, and your orgasm hanging on the edge. Will he finally give you your own release now that he’s finished?

“Alright get out of here,” Surge lifts you off the table and giving your ass a hard smack as he pushes you towards your clothes on the bleachers. You stumble across the room, your legs weak from the prolonged session. Jillian is in the middle of stripping when you finally get to your belongings. You can hear the next battle starting behind you, but your mind is busy debating on if you should finish yourself off here or wait till you get back to your room.

“Is this your first time? Here let me help you,” Jillian says and you expect her to help you steady yourself while you get dressed, but instead her hand grabs your heavily used sex. The sudden touch is enough to push you over the edge. “Oh wow, you were that close,” she says as what strength your legs had leaves.

You collapse to the floor your body contracting in the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had. Everything fades away as your body is filled with the all the denied pleasure from the day. Your hands grabbing at your body, you can feel the gym leader’s jizz rubbing into your body with every motion. You’re starting to think the feeling may never stop, and part of you hopes that to be true.

But like all things, your orgasm eventually comes to an end. You definitely can’t stand right now, so instead you pull yourself onto the bleachers. You slowly get dressed while recovering from your explosive orgasm. Jillian is knelt before Surge, his entire member pushed into the blonde’s mouth. The gym leader’s grip on her head is removed and she pulls off of him. A huge smile on her face as she stares up at him, tears rolling down her cheeks from the rough treatment of her throat. You can tell how much she’s loving it when she forces herself down on his cock once again.

You steady yourself on your very shaky legs and slowly make your way to the exit. The walk is a long one but luckily you don’t see any other trainers on your way to the pokecenter. You collapse on to your bed not even having the energy to clean yourself up before passing out.