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Diana: Oh, that wasn't your belt? Silly Amazons. We don't know about these things. We just giggle and flirt. And grab the cocks of superheroes we happen across helpless. And I was right, it is off to the side. Pressing against your costume ought to be painful by now. Anyway, I found the grappling hook on the second try. I love that super-strong cord you use. It's not as strong as my lasso you're bound in - nothing is - but a few wraps should hold my dripping underwear in your mouth, until I have some other use for it. Not the underwear, Bruce, your mouth.

Diana: Ok, back to my belt. Hmm, the only other cock I found is Clark-sized (not that you need to be ashamed - he is "Superman," after all). I'd show it to you, but I think that would spoil the surprise. At least your cock will be free as I get access to that fine, muscular ass of yours. Though probably still not to pleasant with the lasso forcing all the pressure. Now you'll find out why I have your legs spread apart. A little further now. No, I don't expect you do it on your own, not in that position. But I need better access to your asshole. Hmm, I wonder if it's virgin? Do I get to pop your anal cherry today? Not that you don't usually have a stick up your ass.

Diana: Ok, that's right, groan as I push in between your legs. You know that those grunts and moans and soon, I'm betting, yelps, just encourage me, don't you? Ok, here it comes. Oh, whining already? That was just my finger, warming up your hole. This is going to be good. I'll be nice and use lube, since it seems that this is something new for you. Oh, Bruce, you're fucked now.

4 Captives +2, 5 Houses, 2 Days +1

Introduction

Hi, this is Jennifer. It was the 1st Saturday in September, and the warm fall rains had come early to Chicago's North Shore suburbs, including Lake Forest. It was still warm and, the wife swapping bondage sex group had their final outing/kidnapping scheduled for the following Saturday. Sally was scheduled to be the victim, and Bill would be left behind for Virginia, Yvette and me to play with. Next to my Dan's 8-1/2" cock, the girls really liked playing with Bill. The problem was that it had rain most everyday for the last week, and more rain was forecast for the coming week On that Saturday afternoon, Sally and I took a ride out to our woods and checked it out. When we got there, the roads were underwater, and we didn't even go inside the fence to look around. Sally and I reported our findings to our husbands. I think the phone lines were buzzing overtime for the next day. Everyone met at Sally's and Bill's Sunday night, before dinner, to work everything out. We all reluctantly decided to cancel the outdoor kidnapping, but agreed that the event could be saved by shuttling the captive wives from house to house in the back of everyone's SUV. The guys would plan everything, and cook or provide all the meals, except the 1st day's breakfast. We worked out a few more details, and everyone went their separate ways.

Monday night I got a semi-urgent phone call from Sally, who first wanted to confirm that it was all right with me that our husbands could play with or fuck any of the females. I said sure. When Sally asked for my permission, I later learned and believed that Sally had no knowledge of our husband's plans. Also, the girls had to wear short sexy slutty clothes that were disposable. That is, our clothes could be ripped off our bodies at any time! I thought this would add a new wrinkle to our games and would be a Hell of a lot of fun. I immediately had some idea as to where we could get some good disposable clothes.

On Tuesday morning I picked up Yvette and Virginia, and took them to my store. Sally was already working at her store, next to mine. Way back in February I bought a quantity of lined summer skirts in patterns and solids. However, when they arrived, they had no lining and the hems were frayed and coming apart on their own. The company told me just to keep them and gave me a full credit. They would have had to re-manufacture each skirt to have them lined. I did not re-order anything ever again from that company. Sally met us up in my 3rd floor storeroom, where I had a rack of 20-24 of these unlined summer pencil skirts. It was a controlled shrieking free-for-all. You'd think that 4 young women would not go berserk over a free skirt. Each girl grabbed 2-4 skirts to try on. I laid back. After the girls were trying on their choices, I selected a solid navy blue skirt and a patterned skirt, from what was left. When everyone had made their final final selection of a free skirt, we walked down a back stairway to the seamstress room. I had 3 seamstresses on duty that morning and told them that this was an important rush order, and to set what they were working on aside. Each of us showed a seamstress where we wanted the dress cut off and hemmed, which turned out to be about 2" below the bottoms of our vaginas, +/- an inch or so. I wound up with the navy blue skirt, and had my seamstress pin it at 2 inches below my twat. After changing back into our clothes, I told our 3 seamstresses that wewere going out for a long lunch, and would be back after lunch to try our skirts on.

I drove us to the most expensive restaurant that I could think of within a 10-15 minute drive of my shop. "Martinis for everyone," I ordered, and ordered a 2nd one for everyone, before a couple of the girls had finished their 1st one. I was going to get us liquored up, before we started talking about this coming weekend's sex fest. Everyone ordered some kind of salad, with either: shrimp, salmon or chicken pieces on it, along with an appropriate dressing. I ordered 2 bottles of Chardonnay wine, with our salads and some nut and fruit bread slices. We skipped dessert. During our discussions, I had thought that Virginia might have a number of sleeveless button blouses that no longer fit her, because of her breast implants. However, it turned out that she had already donated them to our local thrift shop. After lunch, everyone was feeling pretty good, when we returned to my store to try on our altered disposable dresses. My seamstresses did a great job and everyone looked really hot and slutty. I was surprised that Sally and Yvette thought they should have had their skirts cut off even SHORTER! From my store, we drove to the Thrift Shop at one of the malls. Unfortunately, they were having a big sale, and the aisles were packed woman to woman. It reminded me of the annual sale at Betty's in Winnetka, where cops were hired to control the entrance, and you had to try on your prospective purchases in the aisles. The 4 of us fought our way to the back of the store, where the tops were hung on rack after rack. Virginia found one sleeveless top, which she thought she might have donated, but it was among 200-300 tops. The thing to do was to elbow and push your way to the clothes racks and grab a fistful of items you maybe wanted to buy. Another trick was to have a partner, to guard your own clothes, because if you left it, while trying on something, someone else would snatch your real clothes and try and buy them.

Sally and I broke away from the others and stuck together. Right there in an aisle, I took off my good top and gave it to Sally, to hold onto. I had 6 tops to try on, but I only tried on 4. I had a white one, and a lemon yellow top, which both fit snugly and went with my new shortened navy skirt. At $1.00 apiece, I couldn't go wrong and bought both. I held onto Sally's top, while she tried on 5 tops. She wound up buying 4 tops at $1.00 each. We fought our way to the speedy express checkout, where we saw Virginia and Yvette, who each bought 3 tops. What a fucking zoo! After everyone checked out, we drove to the other end of that mall to have a drink. What we women go through to please our men! One drink led to 2, and we wound up ordering some really delicious juicy burgers and various side orders, which we divvied up, for our lunch. When I got home, I tried on both tops in the privacy of my bedroom, and wearing my slutty navy skirt. I couldn't decide between the lemon yellow or white top, and tabled the issue, until later in the week. The Thrift Store sold no bras or panties there, so we would have to go to the $Dollar Store the next day. I wasn't about to let our sex starved husbands rip up my good expensive lingerie. Sally and I went to the $Dollar Store the next morning, but did not see the other girls there. We found and assortment of prepackaged cotton/Spandex underwear to choose from. There were paks of 3 panties, in either S-M or M-L, in either all white, or all black, or 1 black and 2 white, or 2 black and one white. The color packaged assortment was the same for panties, except that there were 3 sizes, S,M,L. A pak of3 oof any of the above items was $2.99. I chose all black panties, and 2 white and one black bra package. Sally bought a 10 pak of both assorted colored bras and panties,, in her size, for 10 for $9.95 per package.

After leaving the $Dollar Store, Sally and I went to her house for a try on. My white top had some ruffles around the collar and down the front, where the buttons were. I decided that it was a little too fruity and too femininefor the up coming sex fest, and went with the plain lemon yellow top. Sally couldn't decide on anything amd quit. She said that she would see how her mood was on Saturday morning and decide on her wardrobe then.

On Thursday all 4 of us went to the spa for Brazilian Bikini waxes, mud baths, massages, manicures and pedicures, plus a little work on some of our hair. When we left the spa, we were all soft and smooth and gorgeous, with not a hair growinganywhere, except from our heads.

Finally, on Friday, I watched the weather forecast intently, and wouldn't you know it, it cleared off and got well up into the 70's. Saturday was supposed to be sunny and near 80 degrees, while Sunday would be clear and in the 80's. However, the woods remained muddy, so we stuck with the original plan.

Day 1

The alarm clock woke me up at 6:00 AM Saturday morning, all psyched up for the weekend adventure. I bopped into the bathroom, peed and brushed my teeth, put on my robe and slippers, and went downstairs to start breakfast. As I left, I was sure that Dan would at least shave and shower, his #2s have always been iffy, so I cooked a breakfast that could be kept warm or cooked at the last minute. The OJ and coffee were ready. I cooked some sausage and bacon on the stove's griddle and put them in the warming oven, along with the maple syrup. Dan came down in his robe and moccasins. I cooked a whole waffle, which we split about 60/40, and we divvied up the sausage and bacon. I cooked Dan a few more pancakes from the same leftover batter. He told me that he would cleanup the kitchen, when he finished his breakfast. I went up to our bedroom and laid my outfit on the bed and took the opportunity to get my #2 out of the way, and then had my shower. After my shower, I dried off and got as far as putting my hair up in a high ponytail. Dan barged into the bathroom and tied my wrists behind my back. He made me kneel on a bath mat and bend over the bathtub. He was going to give me an enema! Dan shoved the enema's butt nozzle the full 4" up my ass. He mixed up a bag of the sudsy Fleet's solution and shook it up good. Dan hung the bag on a towel hook on the wall, connected the hose to the nozzle, and let the solution flow into my rear end. When the bag had emptied into me, Dan shutoff the Fleet's nozzle, disconnected the hose and dragged me into our bedroom.

I was thrown onto my side on our bed. My husband laid down beside me and worked his enormous 8.5" cock all the way into my love tunnel. He flipped me on top of him and bounced me, with his legs and hips screwed me good. We came together and rather quickly. He pushed me off of him and told me to let him know when it was time to evacuate my colon. I had previously laid out the sexy slutty outfit that I would wear. While I lay on the bed waiting for the enema to work, and to my horror Dan took a pair of scissors and cut out a hole in each cup of my bra, so that my nipple would poke out, and he cut out about a 2" wide strip, from my black panties, so that my pussy would show. and be accessible.

I could feel the Fleet's stuff working inside me. My lower abdomen churned and rumbled, until I felt that unmistakable signal that it was time to sit on the toilet, or risk blowing out my butt plug. I had to endure this personally, and it is only fair that you, the reader, share this with me. I told Dan that it was time. He rushed me back into the bathroom, with my wrists still tied behind my back, and as I started to sit on the throne, he yanked out the Fleet's nozzle/butt plug. We've done this before, and the first thing Dan did was to turn on the bathroom fan, the shower fan, and close the bathroom door to keep the smell contained in the bath room. Let's just call it "IT." IT came pouring out of me. Dan had to flush the toilet 3 times, before I was through. I am certain that it is a great advantage to own a warm water bidét. You know that you are not totally empty after an enema. I think that most of the stuff in the colon comes out, but the food that is still being digested in the small intestines stays there. I scooted over to the bidét, and Dan ran 2 cycles of warm refreshing cleansing water to clean my ass crack. From the bidét, I was kneeling over the edge of the bathtub. Dan dried off my butt and inserted one of those old soft round 4" bunny tail butt plugs all the way in my shit hole. Dan brought me back out into our bedroom and untied my wrists. I was allowed to dress myself in my slutty sexy outfit.

I put on my white bra, with Dan's cutouts for my nipples. Next, I put on my black panties, with Dan's cutout to expose my pussy slit. Before I could put on my top and skirt, Dan sucked my nipples so hard and so long that I thought they would stay hard for hours. Not that I wasn't already starting to get wet down there, but Dan rubbed and stroked my pussy, until my juices were flowing. I put on my lemon yellow top and buttoned it up to the neck button. Then, I put on my shortened navy blue pencil skirt and my old tennis shoes. Dan used padded leather cuffs and buckled my wrists behind me in a reverse double hammer lock. He got me down on my knees and told me to give him a long slow BJ, which meant the works at a slow pace. I captured his entire ball sac in my greedy mouth, and sucked it enough to get him rock hard, but went further by isolating each of his testicles and giving each a good long sucking. The rest was pretty routine. With Dan's balls dripping with my saliva, I licked and nibbled on his cock's head. When he didn't respond as I wanted him to, I bit his cock's head, until I had his attention. It wass going to be a long sex filled weekend, and I wanted his head in the game. I quickly took him halfway into my mouth and sucked him like crazy. I gradually took Dan's cock deeper and deeper into my mouth and then my throat. It is extremely rare for a man to let a woman suck him off to fruition, without interfering, and Dan is about average in that area. He let me get so far and then fisted his fingers in my ponytail and fucked my mouth, until he came.

My wrists were already bound, and I had the bunny tail butt plug up my ass. Dan bent me over, flipped up my skirt, pulled down my panties, and inserted a 3" egg vibrator deep up my twat. Before we went downstairs, Dan ballgagged me. Down in the living room, a section of wall space was clear and the furniture, that was there, was either pushed aside or moved away. Because of my bunny tail butt plug, Dan positioned me against the wall and had me sit down on my right flank. He then tied my ankles together. My lemon yellow top was no help. My hard titties jutted out against the blouse. Sitting in that position made my already shortened skirt ride up, and I could see my panties, the cutout and a glimpse of my pussy. Dan remotely turned my egg vibrator on to a low speed. I just sat there motionless leaning against the wall. Dan kept busy carrying bondage duffels and arranging their contents on the floor nearby. He brought in one of the guys infamous coolers, and I would have bet anything that there was no food in it. I could see the large grandfather clock in the dining room, which read 8:15 AM. Why was I tied up and ready to go so early? I had thought that wee were not starting until 9:00 AM. Amd, where was everyone else? I would have asked Dan, but my mouth was ballgagged. After about1/2 hour of just sitting there, I had the initial feelings of moisture oozing out of me and running down my thigh. Sure enough, the egg vibrator was causing my pussy juices to flow. My panties were getting wet, and I'd bet that I had had a wet spot on the back of my shortened navy blue skirt, although currently it wouldn't show for now.

Around 9"00 AM, I heard a bit of commotion and some female gagged sounds of protest. Stan slowly walked and guided a bound, ballgagged and blindfolded Virginia into our living room. She was positioned sitting on her flank against the wall, with her wrists tied crossed behind her back. Her ankles were then tied together by Stan, revealing that she wore a really snug deep red top and a tight shortened black skirt. Both of our worked over and hard nipples were trying to poke through our tops. When Virginia was seated and positioned like me, her skirt rode up her legs revealing a rose adorned garter holding up her sheer nylon stockings. Dan and Stan weren't going to stand around twiddling their thumbs, waiting for the others to arrive. Virginia and I were literally picked up, from under our armpits, and dragged across thee living room, dumped side-by-side bent over the coffee table, with our boobs resting on large throw pillows, which elevated us to a manageable height. Our shortened skirts were flipped up, our cut panties were pulled down to our knees, and our butt plugs yanked out. The ominous cooler was opened, the guys stripped from the waist down, and our assholes were lubed. Stan just plowed his cock through my sphincter and deep into my colon, while Dan slowly eased his big cock all the way into the depths of Virginia's enema cleansed colon. Stan fucked me up the ass, and when he and I came, and Dan finished off Virginia, the guys cleaned and disinfected our ass cracks, and doing likewise to their male sex parts, there was still no sign of the others. Since they seemingly had nothing better planned, they switched and fucked us up the ass again!

Virginia's and my asses were again cleaned and disinfected. While Virginia and I remained bound and kneeling over the coffee table, Dan got on his cellphone. The guys liked to rut around deep in our colons, perhaps thinking this was the manly way, because we women did respond and loved to be filled by a big cock, and we readily came. However, I felt very little when any man's cock was simply fucking the area above my anus. I did have a little help from the 3" egg vibrator that was buzzing slowly away deep in my love tunnel. Even if you tell your partner that short strokes in the anus was the most stimulating, they still plunged deep inside me. When Dan got off the phone, we learned that Yvette was doing her enema by herself, and hadn't decided what top to wear. Sally had her enema, but couldn't decide what to wear, even though Bill had already cutout 3 bra and panty sets. Upon hearing that news, what do you suppose Dan and Stan decided to do with us? Before dragging Virginia and me back to the wall, they spanked our hot asses, until they became fiery red pulsating really hot looking butts. They took Virginia's hose and shoes off. Her rose adorned garters were slipped over and perched on each of our heads. After our panties were pulled back up and our skirts flipped down, Virginia and I were dragged back to lean against the wall across the living room. We only had to wait there, bound and gagged, and with 3" egg vibrators buzzing away in our twats.

Bill marched a bound and ballgagged Sally into our living room. She had cut the hem off the white patterned skirt she wore and had shortened the hemline by about another 2". Bill seemed to have the guy's plans on a clipboard, which he carried. When Rob brought Yvette into the living room, a few minutes later, the script was complete. She was bound and ballgagged like the rest of us. However since we were among friends, Yvette hadd unbuttoned her top all the way down the front to where it tucked into her skirt's waistband. While the hem of her skirt was intact, Yvette had cut a slit all the way up both sides of her skirt, right up to the waistband. Everyone was finally there by a little after 10:00 AM. Virginia and I had already been fucked up the ass twice and spanked. I was ready for the real action to begin, and I didn't have long to wait. Virginia's and my ankles were untied and we were hoisted to our feet. The blindfolded and ballgagged Yvette and Sally were on their knees, with Yvette in front of me. It was to be a timed race. Yvette had to burrow her head under my skirt, pull down my panties with her teeth. Capture the dangling string from my 3" egg vibrator and pull it out with her teeth, and eat me out until I came. I think she made the mistake of licking my pussy lips and tongue fucking me, before she attacked my clit and readily made me come. Our times were duly recorded on Bill's clipboard, but I didn't see my time.

Our positions and partners were switched. I knelt in front of a standing Sally and was promptly blindfolded, and my ballgag removed. On Rob's "GO" signal, I found my way under Sally's skirt and located the rippled cutout in her panties, which enabled me to Pull them down to her knees. The cord from her 3" egg vibrator was readily accessible, and I easily extracted it. I went straight for her clit, since this was a timed contest. I licked and swirled my tongue around and over her reddening swelling organ. When that didn't seem to be enough to bring her over the edge. I made a direct attack on her clit. I licked it, sucked the Hell out of it, and nibbled on it, until she came violently, with loud muffled ballgagged screams. I got my pussy eaten in the same manner of the contest. My time, and the 3 other girl's, was recorded on Rob's clip board. It turned out that I won, but I didn't know what I won or when I would get it. The girls that were standing were ordered to kneel. I was pretty sure that all the girls were blindfolded and still bound, but you never knew with these guys. The head of a cock rested between my lips. I shifted to automatic blowjob mode. I began my usual BJ routine, vowing to givethis cock the same special treatment that I always do while sucking cock. It turned out that I would up sucking off all 4 guys, including my husband, Dan, or did I? I was certain that I had sucked off 4 cocks and swallowed 4 loads of cum, but I was so confused that I could have sucked one or more cocks twice, even though I pride in knowing one cock from another, by size, circumference, taste and other factors. Maybe that was my prize for being the fastest pussy eater?

The guys got us all up on our feet, removed our blindfolds and simply re-tied our wrist crossed behind our backs. We were all standing in a line. At first Dan and Bill tried ripping our clothes, but they could not get a start on the hems at the bottoms of our tops and skirts. They had to resort to scissors to haphazardly cutting our tops and skirts into 6"-8" wide strips from the hems to the collars and waistbands. Stan and Rob held us steady, and Rob re-buttoned Yvette's top up to the top button, before it was cut into strips. When it was over, we looked like a rag tag bunch of demoralized women. Virginia, who was the 1st to arrive that morning and had been through the ass fucking treatment, was taken, along with me into the dining room and bent over the table. We were again blindfolded, which seemed to be one of the major themes of the guy's program. Sally and Yvette remained in the living room, down on their knees, bent over the coffee table. Two or three strips of my cut skirt were flipped up, and my panties were pulled down. I got fucked twice doggie-style by, I think, Stan and Bill. Virginia and I kept in touch with each other by simple ballgagged grunts. We were taken through the kitchen and out into the garage, where I could smell faint wafts of oil and gasoline. We were laid out on a large blanket or comforter, facing each other. Whatever we were lying on was quite comfortable. First our ankles were all wrapped and tied together. I knew what it was as soon as I felt it penetrate my pussy. My husband Dan had found my old 18" vibrating Double Dongs, which I had packed away in the back of my closet.

The Dong was bent into a "U" shape. The cut strips of my skirt were cast aside and my half of the Dong was threaded through the cutout in my panties, and then shoved the approximately 8-1/2" length into my love tunnel. They did the same to Virginia, because we had been rolled to the point where our pussies were touching. Doubled ropes were threaded around our waists and underarms, tied tight, drawing us even closer together. The vibrating DONG was turned on high, I think, its fastest speed. Finally, one of Virginia's sheer stockings was wound around our heads, mashing our lips together. The guys rolled the blanket or comforter, with us inside. They loaded us in the back of an SUV, with the back seat down, so that we would be lying flat. A few moments later we backed out of the garage and took off. I had no idea where we were going, but we drove around for probably 20-30 minutes. I was certain that Virginia had never had her twat so full, with an unyielding buzzing 3" thick pseudo-cock, in her life. She instinctively kissed me first, and soon we were kissing each other long and slow, with our jaws moving like a goldfish. Our mouths tasted like pussy juices and cum, but we made a little contest out of it. The ropes tying us together were so tight that we couldn't get any steady humping action going. However, whenever the Dong got to one of us, and an orgasm snuck up on one of us, we changed our technique and used every makeout trick we knew, and inevitably brought the other along, so that we came within seconds of each other.

During our 20-30 minute ride, Virginia and I each had 3 great orgasms. I hoped that I would be in a position to use the old 18" vibrating Double Dong again, because I thought that I could do much better, and wished that Sally and I could be Double Donged together, because we had a lot of experience with that toy. The bump of our SUV tires entering a driveway brought me out of my daydream. We pulled into a garage and the door closed. There were numerous hands available to pull us out of the car, set Virginia and me on the floor, and unroll us. We were untied, except for our wrists remaining tied behind our backs. The Dong was gone and our blindfolds removed. We were at Bill's house, just 3 doors away from where we started! Rob and Stan helped us down the basement stairs. Everyone else was already there, and the girls outfits had been severely cut away, with the remnants lying on the floor. Virginia and I were re-tied with our wrists crossed and tied to one of the over head beams. With a big grinning smile, Bill and Dam attacked us with scissors. Bill neatly cut off my ragged top strips at about the level of the top of my breasts. Next Bill unclasped the hooks at the back of my bra. He had just enough leeway and clearance to carefully cutout the cups of my bra, leaving me only with the elastic structural skeleton of my bra, which he promptly fitted around my breasts and fastened in back. My skirt faired no better. He went around me and cut off the remaining irregular vertical strips of fabric about 2"-3" below my waistline, which left my pussy fully displayed. Finally, he pulled down my panties and made me step out of them. This time he carefully cut out all of the cloth of my panties, leaving me with just the elastic band that made up the supporting elastic framework of what was left of my panties, which he put back on me, showing everything.

All four girls were blindfolded, and what followed was at least 1 hour of making out and finger fucking. We were all tied, with our wrists crossed overhead, and we might as well have been totally naked, because nothing covered either my tits or pussy. One at a time all 4 of our husbands moved along and played with us for 15-20 minutes. My head had cleared and I was totally attuned to each one of them, and instantly knew who was playing with me. They were now naked, when I felt their peckers growing between my legs. I widened my stance. I felt their hard muscled bare skinned bodies, as they crushed my tits and body against theirs. Of course the kisses were different. Dan and Bill started out slowly, a little tentatively, and quickly moved to deep open mouth ravishing mouth bruising breathless kisses. Stan and Rob moved right in and had my head bent backwards and I could barely breathe while my mouth was captured and taken. They preferred to pinch and squeeze and roll my nipples, with one hand, while the other hand simply gave me a slow thorough clitoral finger fucking. It happened to be Rob, who was the guy who made me come for the 4th time. He untied my wrists, twisted them behind my back, tied another rope to my tied wrists and pulled it through wherever I had been tied above, and pulled it tight, until I was bent over at the waist. He made me suck him off, and I had to suck off Dan and Stan, before my legs were kicked wide apart into one of my favorite positions.

The same 3 guys that I just sucked off fucked me from behind doggie-style. They spread my ass cheeks and drove into me. No matter what each man's cock length was, each filled my twat to my satisfaction, and even gave me double orgasms. The final scene in Bill's basement came when my wrist ropes were adjusted so that I stood a little more upright, and the ass fucking cooler was placed on the floor behind the line of girls. Yep, I was going to get fucked up the ass again. Dan and Stan had my butt real good earlier that morning at my house. Bill and Rob screwed Sally's and my shit holes. I'll be damned, but after their initial plunges into the depths of my colon, both of them kept their cock thrusting activity to my anal area, and not much deeper. Each of them gave me one of the best ass fuckings that I ever had, and by their moans and grunts, when they came. Since it was Bill's house, he kinda took over and gave orders for lunch. Sally and I were freed, and for some reason Bill didn't like the remnants of our bedraggled shirt collars, which served no purpose, so he simply ripped them off. Bill left the remnants of our little 3"-4" long cutoff skirts, which still looked presentable and wickedly provocative and slutty. Sally and I had our marching orders and scurried up to the kitchen. I was surprised to see that it was almost 1:00 P.M.

We washed our hands in the kitchen sink and proceeded to set the table in the dining room for the 4 guys at chairs, and dinnerware in-between them for us girls. Sally and I set out platters of various sandwich meats, breads, condiments, chips, and fresh fruit, along with blonde brownies for dessert, and beer and pop. When everyone else came upstairs for lunch, all the girls had to kneel between the guy's chairs. Making matters worse, all the girls had one hand tied behind their backs, before they could attempt to assemble an adequate lunch and eat it. Our husbands were really having fun with us, but they were still being God damn pricks about it. I did OK by resting my boobs on the table, which made a natural niche for my plate to rest in. If I couldn't reach what I wanted, someone was always nice enough to pass it to me. I built a super roast beef sandwich, with cheese, lettuce and mustard. Sally and I, kneeling on either side of Rob helped each other open our cans of Coke. While one of us held the base steady, the other popped the top. For dessert, I was able to cut off the tip of a banana and peel it with my teeth, before eating it. Sally made the blonde brownies, with chocolate chips in them, and overall it was a fairly nutritious lunch, under the circumstances. When everyone had finished, the girl's arms were freed. Sally and I got to go freshen up, while Yvette and Virginia had to clean up the table, put the leftover food in the refrigerator, and put the rest of the dishes in the dishwasher. All 4 of us got a 10 minute break to pee, brush our teeth, and wash off our pusssies.

I was paired with Yvette for our next car trip. Our wrists were tied crossed up between our shoulder blades, and we were taken to the garage, where the rug that I had been rolled up in, with Virginia, to transport us to Bill's, lay on the floor waiting for us. Yvette and I were securely tied together, exactly as Virginia and I were hours ago. Our ankles, thighs, waists and underarms tightly bound us together, pussy to pussy, and Yvette's mammoth 39C tits mashing my somewhat normal 36Cs. There were so many male hands working on us that I forgot to mention, that in all that preparation someone bent the 18" vibrating Double Dong into a "U" shape and worked a good 8-1/2" of the monster into our love tunnels and turned the fucking toy on high, I thought perhaps a little too early. One of Virginia's pieces of sheer hose was used to wrap our heads and slanted to the full deep mouth kissing angle. I had no real female to female body interaction since my ride over to Bill's, with Virginia. It felt so good to have Yvette's warm smooth body next to mine, and her big tits seemed to have a pulse of their own. We backed out of the garage and driveway, and we were off again. Our lips were, of course, mashed together, and as soon as we took off, Yvette forced her tongue deep into my mouth. We took a right turn, and we rolled, with Yvette winding up on top of me. Within a minute or so, I felt Yvette's pussy juices dripping on me. GOD, she was really hot, and for the duration of our 20-30 minute drive, we did everything that 2 girls could do with their mouths.

With Yvette on top, she began pumping in to my body, with her hips. The Dong was doing its relentless job on our pussies, and before we turned another corner, each of us cane with spectacular orgasms. Would that our random driving and corner turns yielded the results we wanted, but one of us wound up on top more than half the time, and we could come every time when that happened. When we wound up on our sides, facing each other, we simply could not generate enough impetus or force to roll one of us on top, and we had to wait for the car to turn a corner for either Yvette or I to roll on top. Before we knew it, we were turning into a driveway and pulling into a garage. It seemed that all four of our husbands were there to drag us out of the back of the car, because the 2nd car had pulled in right after us. We were hauled out of the 1st car, in the closed garage, unrolled from our blanket and all bondage items, except the rope holding our arms bound behind our backs, were removed. We were led off by Rob. As Yvette and I were taken into Yvette's house, our car backed out of the garage, and the car containing Sally and Virginia pulled in. Rob took Yvette and me through the kitchen, out through the kitchen sliders, and out onto the pool deck, where Rob pushed us into the pool. Yvette and I got soaked, but came up in waist deep water. We waded out of the pool via the built-in corner stairs, where Rob was waiting for us, with a duffle bag full of ropes. Rob tied us upright to the 10' Cyclone privacy fence that surrounded the pool.

Sally and Virginia went through what Yvette and I did, and soon they were standing tied spread-eagle next to us along the pool's fence. Basically, all 4 of us were wearing the skelatonized elasticicized remains of our bras and panties, plus the 2"-4" long remains of our original pencil skirts that were secured, usually by a simple strip of matching material and 2 buttons. The sun was shining brightly and I bet the temperature had risen into the 80s. Still, there was no way that we could have used the woods. Our 4 husbands paced up and down in front of us and made a crucial decision as to what of the clothing remaining on our bodies that we would keep wearing and what would be cutoff. Yvette had what was left of her bra and panties literally ripped off her body. Sally and I had our bra straps cutoff, as well as our skirt remnants unbuttoned and discarded. So, we stood their in basically a skelatonized strapless bra and the elastic remains of our panties. Virginia did not fair as well. The guys ripped off every stitch of clothing on her body. Stan grabbed a handful of pool towels, from inside the back door and gave one to each of the guys. The towels were folded to make kneeling towels for the purpose of eating our pussies, but first, we were blindfolded. It was the middle of the afternoon, and as far as I knew, none of the girls had received a good tongue bath. All of the guys had my pussy, except my husband, Dan. They licked us, they sucked our pussy parts, they nibbled and bit us, and tongue fucked us, but all the time they did all this stuff to us, they teased us mercilessly. All of the girls moaned, whined, grunted, whimpered, swore, gasped and nearly hyperventilated, but the guys kept bringing us to the edge, only to back off and start over. Even a simple begging or pleading did not dissuade any of the guys from finishing anyone off.

Finally, it was Yvette, who put together a string of begging, pleading, and the all important, "I CAN'T TAKE IT, I CAN'T STAND ANYMORE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME COME!" Those were the magic words, and one by one the guys made our millions and billions of raw nerve endings explode into a gigantic orgasm. There was a brief disconnect, until the blindfolds came off and one of the guys held me. It was Dan, and he held me, until I stopped shaking, settled down and my breathing returned to normal, then he fucked me hard right into the fence. We came twice, and I was certain that I would have the imprint of the chain link fence on my ass for the rest of the day. Yvette and I were taken down from the fence and brought near the stairs down to the water. Our wrists and our ankles were tied together, and we both had to bend over at the waist, while Dan and Bill shoved a 3" egg vibrator all the way up our twats, turned on high. They picked us up and carried us down into thigh deep water, where we were put down on our feet. Stan threw a huge inner tube into the pool. It was bigger than a car tire, and had to have come from some kind of truck. The inner tube was placed over Yvette's and my heads, encasing us in the center of the tube. Our tied arms draped over the outside of the inner tube.

This quickly turned into a 4 man operation, but any device or contraption coming out of Rob's mind is going to be complicated AND effective. Two guys held the inner tube up in our armpits, which raised our bound arms to nearly parallel with the pool's surface. The other 2 guys, Dan and Bill, prepared long doubled ropes. Dan tied one end of his rope and threaded through my legs, carefully threaded it between mine and Yvette's pussies, and pulled it tight, and tied it off around Yvette's waist. Our bound arms were bent at a right angle, and the doubled rope was, in effect, a naked crotchrope, since the 3" egg vibrators were way up our twats and not affected. Bill did the same thing to us, except that his doubled crotchrope went over the outside of our pussy lips, just pinching our inner and outer pussy lips together. Finally, a pair of nipple clamps, connected by a chain, diagonally connected our nipples. The waterproof 3" egg vibrator, naked crotchropes, and the 3" egg vibrators were how they left us, as we were towed out to deep water, and left to drift. Sally and Virginia were all bound up in an inner tube rig just like Yvette and me. We floated in the pool for about2 hours, or before we started to wrinkle up like prunes, but the time did not pass without incidents or interruptions.

The guys relaxed in one of 8 red-wood framed flowered fabric cushioned adjustable chaise lounge chairs and drank beer. The pool water gradually calmed, and the 4 girls, bound to two inner tubes inspected their situations and checked their bonds. I concluded that the clever idea was inescapable. I had already become accustomed to the pull and pain, in my nipples, from their crossed chain attachment to Yvette's opposite nipples. The little 3" egg vibrator up my love canal was buzzing away like the "Little Engine That Could," and I decided to just let the eventual orgasm come when it was ready. My plan was quickly foiled! When the guys finished their 1st beers, they broke the silence across the water by doing cannonballs off the diving board and into our midst's. It was Dan and Bill who targeted Yvette's and my inner tube. After 2 or 3 cannonballs aimed at us, we were drenched from the waterline up. It seemed that I was stuck with or drawn by Bill. On his 1st visit to my inner tube, he pulled my pony tail and my head way back and gave me a long slow passionate kiss, which was followed by him making me chug a full twist-off 12 oz. beer. That 1st beer, I got down without spilling a drop. All of these distractions and foolery, of course, broke my concentration and rendered the good that my 3" egg vibrator was doing, useless. That problem was solved, in part, on Bill's next trip. My tits got a good squeezing and feeling up, plus more making out. He left by hanging a number of weights hanging on the nipple clamps running between Yvette's and my tits.

I had to chug a 2nd beer, but Bill's biggest discovery, which ultimately did me in, in a good way, were my legs. My long lean sensual legs dangled down towards the bottom of the pool, tied at their ankles. OH MY GOD, I hadn't realized that my body needed a simple stimulant. Up and down, and up and down, Bill caressed my legs, while I bent my head back and let Bill ravage my mouth. He paused only long enough to rip off the last stitches of clothing covering any part of my body. It was then that I realized that Bill was standing on the bottom of the pool, but my feet did not touch the bottom. I further realized that our inner tube was moored to one of those below the surface rings in the pool deck used to tie a pool cover on, during the off season. With me being now fully naked, Bill slowly caressed my very sensitive perineum. That, combined with my 3" egg vibrator took me past the point of no return and I had my 1st orgasm. When Bill returned, he had a 3rd 12 oz. beer for me. Last year at a certain topless dive, I had chugged 3 beers, so Bill thought that I could easily do it again. It wasn't easy, and some of the beer dribbled down my chest, but I got the 3rd beer down. Meanwhile, Bill was doing his thing to my legs, especially the inside of my thighs and the caressing of my perineum. I was ready to come again, but Bill managed to work his middle finger through the maze of crotchropes, and find my clit. It went fast and dirty. Once Bill found my clit, he rubbed it non-stop, until I screamed for him to stop, and had the most violent and prolonged orgasm of my afternoon, with the inner tubes and everything else.

Yvette and I spent about 2 hours in the pool tied to that inner tube, and I had only 2 orgasms to show for it, which didn't satisfy me in the least, but in these games one doesn't complain. Our inner tube was dragged to the shallow end of the pool, where Yvette and I were gradually untangled and released. The inner tube was slipped over our heads, and the final step was to have us bend over and get the 3" egg vibrators plucked from our twats. Dan, Bill, Yvette and me got towels and dried ourselves off, before Yvette and I

were laid out on one of the cushioned chaise lounges, and we were tied spread-eagle to the 4 corners of the redwood frame. The adjustable chairs were in a 3/4 upright position that the guys used to watch us in the pool and drink their beers. The backs of our lounges were lowered and adjusted until the angle of the top cushion went below and past the straight flat 180 degree angle. Our tits were pointing up towards the sky. We waited for Sally and Virginia to be bound, like us, in a red wood chaise lounge chair By then, Bill had gotten dressed and was taking orders for whatever combination of ingredients we wanted on a pizza for our dinner from Pizza Hut. I chose a stuffed crust large thin crust pizza, with chicken, bacon and mushrooms. OIn his clipboard, Bill wrote down everyone's choices got dressed and took off to pickup dinner. This left 3 guys and 4 tied up girls.

My hubby, Dan, jumped at the chance to make slow sweet love to me. He plastered himself on top of me, taking care to keep most of his weight supported by his knees and elbows, while he scorched my mouth with ever deeper and more insistent kisses. Next, he took almost all of one, and then the other breast in his mouth, followed by a prolonged nipple extending sucking of those rosy pink buds. Dan kissed his way down to my pussy and gave it a number of long slow licks, until I had opened up fully for him. With my pussy open and ready for him, Dan repositioned himself over me and plunged his throbbing cock deep inside me. I shuddered, relaxed and rode along while Dan fucked my brains out. Since Bill was off getting our dinner, we were down one man, and Virginia had to settle for a vibrator during the guy's 1st round of screwings. I had to settle for a nice big vibrator up my twat, during their 2nd round. All the guys took their time, but it didn't seem to take quite as long as Dan spent doing me. As the guys were finishing up, I saw Bill poke his head out the kitchen sliders, and I knew that dinner was here. The girls were untied and all the girls raced into the dining room and took their kneeling spots around the table. No one would stand in the way of 4 girls and pizza. I had become accustomed to eating, with one hand tied behind my back.

There were 6 pizzas in all; 4 were Deluxe, with the works; One couple did a 1/2 and 1/2, and I had my special order pizza wound up all for me, although it got passed around the table and a few people tried a slice. After 3 beers in the pool, I drank Coke. I ate one of the dessert squares, with fudge frosting and ground nuts on top, which you dipped in Hershey's Chocolate sauce, plus I gnawed my way through a hard sweet extra juicy apple. When dinner was over, we were released and given a 10 minute bathroom break. I really had to go bad, and all 4 girls raced upstairs to use the bathrooms. After I did my business, cleaned up and fixed my ponytail, I walked out of the bathroom and into the arms of Stan, who had a pretty stern look on his face. He wouldn't make a good poker player. He roughly twisted my arms behind my back and tied my wrists crossed. On top of that, he wrapped a tight rope around my upper arms and tied it off. He had just finished buckling a ballgag deep in my mouth, when Sally emerged, from the bathroom. Sally was tied up and ballgagged like me. Stan took us downstairs and all the way out to the pool deck. As we walked, I noticed that the guys had cleaned up and put away all remnants of our pizza dinner. Sally and I were plunked down on one of the red wood chaise lounges, where Sally and I had our ankles tied and we were blindfolded and left to wait. Several minutes later, some female gagged sounds told me that Yvette and Virginia had joined us. Everyone was there, and my ankles were untied, and I was taken back into the kitchen, where I was laid out on a towel on the kitchen table. I was on my side, and someone lifted my right leg as high as it would go. Hands were busy at the very apex of my left leg and my pussy. I felt rubbing and smelled rubbing alcohol.

While I was in that position, a small towel was used to dry my left outer pussy lip. Again, there was something held against my pussy lip, the smell of rubbing alcohol and the feel of rubbing over that area. Next, I was flipped onto my belly and there was a slap high on my right ass cheek, followed by more rubbing and the smell of more rubbing alcohol. Finally, a chain was placed around my neck and clasped together with some tool, which made me think that the necklace was around my neck permanently. I was done at the kitchen table and taken into the dining room, where I was picked up and set on another large pool towel on the dining room table. My ankles were tied and then my legs were frog-tied, and this was followed by my legs and knees being tied around my body and anchored to my bound wrists, behind my back. I was basically tied and scrunched up in a compact ball. What I was never expecting, so late in the day, happened! I was dragged on the pool towel, until my ass was hanging over the edge of the table. My butt hole was generously lubed up. Some big cock drove its way deep into my anal neither region. I couldn't move at all, or see who it was, but I got a HELL of an ass fucking. He came twice, and yes, I did come once. I was spun a little, my ballgag was removed, and while my ass was being cleaned and disinfected, I was sucking off another guy. Finally, as I sucked off that cock, another dick entered my love canal and fucked my brains out. It didn't seem to matter in the least, when all this fucking and sucking happened.

I was untied, except for my arms, and had to be helped, on stunned and wobbly legs downstairs into Yvette's nearly all red playroom. My blindfold was removed, and Stan made me kneel up against the far left wall, near 'Ole Sparky, the wooden vibrator based sex torture chair. A black leather collar, attached to the wall by a chain, was buckled around my neck, and I knelt there and waited. Eventually, Sally was brought downstairs and collared next to me. I guess it no longer mattered, to the guys that we were no longer blindfolded or ballgagged and could tell each other what they had done to us up on the kitchen table. Everyone described what they could see. We all had a beautifully detailed yellow and black swallowtail butterfly transfer tattoo high on our left ass cheek. In addition, we all had a red rose, with 3 green leaves tattooed on the inside of our left leg, right where it met our pussies. No one could get a look at what was on our left pussy lip. The silver necklace, which was crimped had our name engraved on our piece of jewelry, could be removed by a jeweler destroying the clasp and replacing it with a new clasp. We let all that speculation go, and concentrated on the roomful of wicked bondage torture equipment that sat before us.

Rob and the other 3 guys walked into the playroom carrying coolers and duffle bags full of equipment and supplies. Sally was picked to be the 1st guinea pig to try out the newly completed electronic rack. She was freed from kneeling against the wall next to me, and was laid out on the rack. Rob and Bill did the work, While Dan and Stan watched and learned. Sally's wrists and legs were spread, and tied to the ends of the rack. The head end contained the ratcheted wheel, which was slowly turned tighter and tighter to stretch the victim. The gear mechanism, under the rack's table raised Sally's ass and pussy, plus her chest, for easier access to those important body parts. From what I could see up on my knees, Sally looked really hot and ready to fuck, but Rob turned on the main motor below the table. All the guys brought up the clear bell shaped cups, with a clear hose and wire attached to each. I lost sight of Sally and what they were doing to her. About 5 minutes later, Rob and Dan came for me. I would have sworn that the dildo protruding from the chair's seat had been changed to a bigger one, and in seconds I was to be impaled on it. Rob lubed the most certainly 9" X 3" phallus, and my husband and Rob forced me down on it, until my ass had settled on 'Ole Sparky! GOD, it was tight and really felt good, but I knew that once it was turned on, it would get really juicy from my pussy juices. Rob and Dan strapped and belted me in the chair. My arms and legs were strapped to the arms and legs of the chair. A wide leather belt across my thighs, and another across my body, just below my breasts held me fast to the chair.

Finally, there was a band, with a wire attached, that went around my forehead that had a small box on it against the back of my head. I got ballgagged and a number of wire leads were stuck to strategic places on my body. They were the identical leads that might be stuck somewhere on one's body for an EKG. One of those circular sticky leads was plastered and stuck to each side of my nipple, on my breasts. Lastly, one lead was stuck on my bare pubis mons, just above my clit, and the final one was stuck to the outside of my right pussy lip, as close to my clit as Dan could get it. The machine was turned on. Dan adjusted the speed to what he perceived as about medium for a vibrator and left it. The dildo was vibrating a little faster than that and I figured that without interruption, I'd easily get off in about 15 minutes. However, there were interruptions and that mysterious box and wire attached to my forehead. After about 5 minutes of blissful stimulation, the whole machine went kaplewey! I was randomly getting a shock through one nipple, then through the other nipple, and finally through my pussy. The shocks were no more painful than the slap of a spanking on my butt. Sometimes the little shock pads fired randomly, and other times they fired simultaneously. The spoiler in all this was the box and lead to my forehead. It went off either milliseconds before or after, the shock pads went off, BUT made only a loud zapping noise, but never delivered a shock. This nearly drove me out of my mind.

In my moments of lucidity, I determined that "Ole Sparky was a dastardly evil tool of sexual torment, and sexual denial, despite the constantly vibrating dildo up my twat. Needless to say, I never came and my torment went on and on for probably well over half and hour. I was delirious and beside myself, so desperate to come that I would have promised anything, if it were not for my ballgag. Virginia and Yvette were tied together and suspended face to face by the over head chains getting flogged in preparation for their crucifixion. Bill was finished with Sally on the rack, and she was buckled and strapped into the St. Andrew's Cross, where a big fat vibrator kept her primed for her next apparatus. Dan turned off "ole Sparky's shocking sequence, which left me just with the vibrating dildo. He turned up the speed of the vibrating dildo to ???, sucked my nipples and kissed me crazy through 3 mind-blowing orgasms. Virginia went to the wooden chair, and Yvette went to her favorite crucifix. Dan took me to the rack. My arms and legs were spread the full width of the rack's table and securely tied. He slowly turned the wheel and pulled and stretched me, as my ass and chest rose on the built in platforms. When Dan turned the machine on, he took 2 of the clear bell shaped plastic cups and pressed them down over each of my breasts. Slowly and steadily the suction increased and a vacuum built up. My breasts were sucked into the plastic bell shaped cups. My nipples were scrunched against the inside top, and as soon as they touched a small fuzzy pad, it started to vibrate. While it would never beat getting your nipples sucked, it was like having the tip of a vibrator buzzing your nipples for an extended period of time, and felt sooooo good!

The 3rd cup was oval in shape and covered my pussy. There was so much suction and vacuum that Dan was able to leave my breast cups unattended, and neither fell off. The oval shaped cup covering my pussy had to be held down or the vacuum seal would break. My whole pussy was gobbled up and compressed into the plastic cup. It looked a little grotesque seeing my most intimate parts all scrunched in an almost unrecognizable mismatch of pussy parts. The important thing was that my clit hit the little pad, which activated the built-in vibrator. No tongue could have licked my growing ultrasensutive love bud as fast as that little buzzing vibrator, but it was all a bit impersonal. Neverthe less, I had 2 pretty good machine induced orgasms, before Dan turned off the machine and removed the vacuum cups from my breasts and pussy. I was still stretched taught and all set up for Dan to either make slow love to me, or pound the living crap out of my cunt. He chose the former.

Dan took off my ballgag and then hopped up on the 4' X 8' rack's surface. My pussy was a pool of oozing dripping pussy juices. With Dan kneeling between my knees, he bent over and scooped up a tongue load of my pussy juices, and let them dribble off his tongue onto one of my still hard nipples, which was followed by a good sucking. Back and forth Dan went from nipple to nipple. I was beginning to wonder where he was getting all that pussy juice from. Certainly he had licked me dry, or nearly so. All of a sudden, Dan's tongue was deep deep in my cunt. Not only did he tongue fuck me to a small orgasm, but he found my g-spot. Before he withdrew, he rubbed my g-spot, with his tongue, and formed as tight a seal as he could. With his mouth over my pussy. I had no control, but when my vagina let loose with its stream of pussy juices, Dan caught most of it in his mouth. He moved forward, bent and captured my lips in a deep passionate kiss, depositing several ounces of my own pussy juices into my mouth. After tasting my sweet juices, I was able to swallow them and continue the deep kiss trying to entice Dan into screwing me. I knew that he would do it sooner or later, but I needed to be fucked right away. When I squirt, I don't really have an orgasm as I know it, and therefore it does not count.

GOD BLESS Dan! His tongue was swirling around my clit. I think we both knew that wouldn't be enough to take me to my special place. He started licking it. I could feel my blood surging into, what had to be, my growing and reddening center of my Universe. As he licked it, I could tell, from the lengths of his licks, that indeed my engorged clit was or had lengthened, perhaps to its maximum. Yet, Dan still had not done enough to tip the balance and take me over the edge. I was doing my part. All through Dan's attack on my clit, I was involuntarily moaning, gasping, mewing, bucking and pleading. I sensed Dan's frustration. The only possible impediment to my coming might have been my big squirt. Dan nibbled on my bright red engorged clit, and bells rang in my head, and my universe exploded into a paroxysm of 1000s of lights and adoring feelings and unbearable sexual orgasmic feelings. Before I lost complete control of my senses and lapsed into a sexual stupor, I remember saying to myself, Damn I was glad that I married that man and his 8-1/2" cock! I wasn't going to come back to Earth formany minutes, but Dan forged ahead. I vaguely remember Dan sucking each of my nipples HARD and long!

Before I knew it, Dan's big cock was deep inside me, and that brought me out of my sexual stupor. We went slow the 1st time. In fact, Dan let me set the pace, and it was appreciated, because those little vibrating pads inside the plastic suction bells had been a little rough on my nipples, and especially my clit. I was surprised at how fast I came. I was just pumping away, enjoying myself and the pre-coital feelings just starting to register on my brain, when WHAM, I was hit by a sneaky full scale orgasm. Without letting me come down for a second, Dan whispered in my ear, "You're due for a really thorough screwing." I nodded my head, yes, and Dan proceeded to slam into my twat. I offered no assistance or resistance, but tried to keep up as best as I could. Dan pounded my poor pussy non-stop, until we both came. My whole being shattered and I was back in my sexual stupor again. Feeling like I was drugged, Bill and Dan released me from the rack and immediately tied me down, spread-eagle, on the big red circular bed.

It seemed that Bill was wielding the Hitachi Magic Wand Massager, as well as keeping an eye on Sally, who was on the Sybian next to us. Before Bill turned the Devil's curse to a woman's cunt on, I was blindfolded and ballgagged. Not only could I not anticipate the Hitachi's whereabouts, and where it would strike me next, and I could scream bloody murder, into my ballgag, and no one would give a shit. As it turned out, Bill didn't mess around. He turned the Hitachi to the high setting and pressed the large head against my pussy. I remembered that everytime that I came the Hitachi was momentarily pulled away. I bucked involuntarily not knowing if I wanted the Hitachi to continue vibrating my pussy, or if I was trying to avoid it. At first, Bill withdrew the Hitachi everytime I came, but at some point the Hitachi remained hard against my cunt. I kept coming constantly. I woke up with a cold compress on my forehead and I was sipping Coke from a 12 oz. can. This seemed to be the latest sport for the guys, to over stimulate us until we passed out. Bill removed my ballgag and untied me from the bed, but the sleepmask blindfold remained firmly covering my eyes. When I had recovered, for both the guys and girls realized that, when we passed out, they were only for extremely brief periods of time, caused no harm, and we were ready to go some more in a manner of minutes. I was bright and alert and ready for anything. After being released from my spread-eagle tie to the circular bed, someone put his arm around my waist and helped me climb 2 flights of stairs, and go into one of the upstairs bedrooms in Yvette's house.

Day 2

My arms were twisted around behind my back, amd my wrists were crossed and tied in a reverse double hammer lock. I was pushed down on the bed, with my butt on a pillow, and my ankles were tied, so that I was wide open, to the bottom corner bed posts and left there. My blindfold was still on and I was ripe fodder for anyone who wanted a quick screw, or to phrase it another way, I was dumped out of the way, until my body was needed for some other purpose. I did doze for various lengths of time, but was awakened regularly, by some guy's cock deep in my love tunnel screwing my cunt. After maybe a couple hours or so and 3 or 4 screwings, I think Rob, after screwing me, untied my ankles and got me up off the bed. Even though I was still blindfolded, I knew the general route, when Rob said we were going out back, in the grass outside the pool enclosure fence, and on the thick lush lawn. I was pushed down on my knees. I waited for awhile, I guess for the rest of the girls, wherever they came from. Bill announced that we would be doing a blowjob, running a race, do another BJ, and running a 2nd race. "YOU DO NOT WANT TO FALL DURING A RACE," he emphasized. Before I had a chance to digest all that, a big horny cock was shoved down my throat. I had no chance to lick or suck his balls, and only minimally could I lick the head of his cock, because he had a death grip on my hair and head. There were a few instances where I sucked and licked him mid-shaft, because more of my saliva was needed, but basically his cock spent most of its turgid life deep in my throat.

It ended in a fury of non-stop pounding face fucking and a long long stream of hot cum mostly going straight down my throat. The cum seemed to come out forever, and I kept swallowing it, until his cum finally stopped. I guess that when all the girls had finished, our blindfolds were taken off. In the middle of the night all 8 adults were totally naked. A can of talcum powder had been used to sprinkle a starting line across the grass. Maybe 100' down the lawn a finish line had been sprinkled across the lawn. However, before the race could start, we had to be prepared. Our tits were wound with rope and tied really tight at their bases. The rest of the girls and myself were hot and wet enough to have 8" or 9" X 2" vibrators shoved up our love tunnels, turned on high, and buried in our twats with a tight crotchrope, which would hinder running in a race. Oh Oh, next our ankles were tied together. So much for running! Finally, our ass cheeks were pinched and one of those wicked toothed nipple clamps chomped into our tender butt flesh. We were going to hop all the way down to the finish line, 100' feet away, WITHOUT FALLING! We were ready, toes on the starting line. Rob counted us down, "5,.....4,.....3,.....2,.....1,.....GO" We were off. I kept reminding myself to take short hops, and not to do anything to lose my balance. I was doing fine, comfortable in 2nd place at the 3/4 point, when Sally, trying to pass me lost her balance and landed SPLATT right on her boobs. I finished the race about 5' behind Yvette in 2nd place. I rested on my side, safe from any corporal punishment. However, the 2 guys closest to Sally's fallen body sprang into action. They spanked her pert butt, until it glowed dark red in the moonlight.

They untied our ankles, and either forgot or decided to pass on the 2nd blowjob that we were expecting to have to perform. We were lined up on the starting line facing backwards, and were expected to peddle to the finish line running backwards. Rob counted us down and gave the GO signal, and we were off again. I had to almost constantly look over my shoulder to see that I was running a nearly straight course and not run into anyone else. Virginia, with her long legs, chugged comfortably ahead of the pack. All of a sudden Virginia's legs somehow got tangled and she plopped down on her keester. GOD DAMN, I couldn't beat Yvette and finished 2nd to her again. Virginia received an even more brutal spanking than Sally, and her ass cheeks were so dark red that I thought blisters might form. We were all up on our feet and our vibrators and crotchropes were removed, as well as the toothed nipple clamps attached to our ass cheeks. We were taken through the back gate, across the lawn and eventually into Virginia's living room, where the carpeting was covered with 2 side-by-side old, but freshly washed king sized bed sheets. Our arms were unbound, and we were instructed to lie on our backs on the sheets in a kind of circular pin wheel. In the center, our heads missed touching only by inches, but we were told to spread our legs far apart. In every instance our legs were spread even further apart, as our ankles were tied together around the circle.

It was a simple order, probably as part of one of the guy's social experiments. Simply put, we were ordered to masturbate ourselves, until we came. Quality was the main consideration, and not speeds. Since speed was not a criteria, I used 2 fingers of my right hand to thoroughly stroke myself along my entire pussy slit, followed by a 2 fingered circular caressing of my inner and outer pussy lips, to fully open my pussy petals. With that accomplished, I worked those same 2 fingers deep into my cunt and finger fucked myself, but not long enough to come. By now, all us girls were beginning to pant and moan, as our fingers did their magic, and I noticed that the guys had gotten beers, and were pacing around us, and staring down at what everyone was doing to themselves. Obviously, we could not use our mouths and had to resort solely to our fingers to finish on our clits, which was what we did everytime we self masturbated. I switched to just using my middle finger and gently rubbed and caressed round and round my growing reddening magic button. Next, I directly rubbed my clit harder and harder, wile I panted to the point of hyperventilation, and squeaked out those adorable little feminine sounds that we girls make, when we are excited. I guess that the knowledge that 4 guys were staring and scrutinizing what I was doing to myself, intimidated me. I pinched my elongated engorged and swollen sweet spot, and merely exuded a huge sigh, when I came. Whereas, my whole insides stiffened and went topsy turvy, the extent of my orgasm was devastating, and it took several minutes for me to recover.

The guys all noticed that we were all right handed. Next, we had to hand masturbate the girl to my right. I did Yvette, and Sally, on my left did me manually. After that, I was handed one of our earliest and smallest vibrators and was expected to get myself off with it. After that was finished, I used my small 4" vibrator to get Yvette off, while Sally, on my left, had a huge 9" X 3" to play with me and get me off. Our ankles were untied, and we moved as a group across the hall into Virginia's exercise room. Sally and Virginia had the largest of the vibrators shoved up their already wet and reamed open vaginas, and secured by a double tied crotchrope, an indication that the vibrators, turned on high, were going to be in there a long time. Virginia was tied down spread-eagle on the pool table, while Sally was tied inn a standing spread-eagle to the iron or steel pipes that made up the chinning bar. Bill told Yvette and me that they had a special treat for us out by the pool, and we left Virginia and Sally in the exercise room to enjoy their plight. Yvette's and my wrists were tied behind our backs palm-to-palm. There are 2 gates in the Cyclone fence that surrounds Yvette's pool. One leads out to the driveway, and the 2nd goes out into the yard. As we passed through the kitchen and out onto the pool deck, no one turned off the outdoor pool lights. Two of the 4 outdoor floodlights bathed the gates. The 42" wide gates were swung wide open, and Yvette and I were tied bent over at the waist, strappado style, within the gate openings. Although they did not spread my legs the full 42", they made a damn good try, before tying my ankles off. Finally, Yvette and I were blindfolded.

I really got worked over, long before any cock entered my love canal. I had makeout sessions with each of them, although each of the men had to bend over, turn their heads sideways, and grab my head or ponytail. My breasts and nipples were brutalized. My breasts were squeezed and twisted, and in some cases were engulfed in the mouths of a couple guys, who left me with prominent teeth marks. My nipples were pinched, rolled, stretched and carefully bitten. Their coordinated assault shifted below my waist. My legs were tantalizingly caressed and kissed, from my knees up to my perineum. Finally, 1 or 2 fingers explored my cunt. Image this happening to you, in various ways, by 4 different virile men. I would come instantly, as soon as the 1st cock plowed in me.I thought briefly of Virginia and Sally coming and coming and coming back in Yvette's exercise room. I think they purposely kept the rough theme going, because each and every one of the guys pounded as deep into my cunt, as they could, and as fast as they could go. The 1st 2 guys (Rob and Stan, I think) simply leaned over my back, grabbed one of my boobs in each hand, and plowed into me, fucking me hard and fast, until we came. The 3rd guy (Bill, I believe) preferred grabbing my hips and pistoning in and out of my cunt. Here is where we got out of sync. I came early and had a Hell of a screaming orgasm, but he hadn't come yet and kept right on screwing me. He finally came, when I was getting close to my 2nd orgasm, and all I could do was let out a frustrated groan. You know who went 4th and last, my Dan. As soon as that big cock filled my pussy, I knew instantly that it was Dan.

As the others did, he fucked me hard and fast. He kept his left hand busy squeezing either my left or right boob, but his right hand constantly toyed with my clit, while he fucked the shit out of me. I had 2 spectacular Universe shattering mind blowing perfectly coordinated orgasms, as only Dan could do. A little problem was developing. The guys cum, after 4 fuckings, was beginning to ooze out of my cunt and run down my legs. After a shortrecovery, Bill whispered that they had a little bonus for Yvette and me, but advised that it would be many hours, before we had another cock. Before I could digest this, Bill's cock was in my mouth, and I had to suck him hard, before I could receive my bonus. It happened just about simultaneously. As Bill's rejuvenated and hardened dick slid slowly into my pussy from behind, Dan's wilted cock was deep in my throat. As long as Bill was not too rough, I could easily harden up Dan long before Bill had taken me. Lucky for me, Bill held firmly to my hips, and this time slowly plunged all the way in and out of my vagina, using long slow tantalizing in and out thrusts, which drove me crazy, because I desperately wanted him to go faster, but no matter what I did, Bill continued his long maddening strokes. Dan had pulled his hardened monster cock out of my mouth. I was moaning and whimpering and screaming, because I was so hot and right at the edge for an awful long time. Finally, I got Bill to go faster. My knees buckled, Bill came, I came and my whole being, as I knew it just came apart. I don't remember if I screamed. I know I didn't pass out, but I did hang there limply by my bonds, before regaining my legs and standing on my own.

Dan had been watching Bill and me, when my knees buckled, while Bill fucked me. He was, of course concerned, and as he slipped his big mother cock in me, and began to slowly fuck me, he asked if I was OK to go once more. I told him that he damn well better not stop, until we both had come. We were going good and had worked up a good rhythm, when a strange thing happened. All of a sudden my knees felt like they had turned to Jello. I tried locking my knees, but that didn't help. I started to come, with small continuous orgasms that took over my body and wouldn't stop. While I continued to shake and come and spasm and moan and whimper, Dan increased the speed of his thrusts. I was fully aware of my body, and had some control over it. Dan finally came and churn out a healthy load of hot semen deep into my cum laden box. Yvette and I were immediately let down and released, and our nearly worthless blindfolds were removed. I'm certain that all 4 guys were concerned about Yvette and me. They let us walk freely about, to limber up and stretch, We were gradually guided back across Virginia's yard, through the gate, and onto Yvette's lush lawn, where this outdoor phase of our bondage sex adventure all began. There, near the starting line of our earlier races, Yvette and I had our wrists tied behind our backs in a reverse double hammer lock, and we were pushed down to our knees on the soft cool grass. Rob got either Dan's or Bill's car keys, and Bill and Dan went back, presumably for Sally and Virginia. Apparently Rob and Stan missed out on the 2nd round of fucking Yvette and me, and were going to get the next best thing right there in the grass.

I had to do Rob and he made me kneel on my haunches. He spread his legs and positioned himself so that his ankles squeezed against my upper thighs. I had to lean back and my breasts and nipples rubbed against his hairy legs. His scrotum hung there right in front of my mouth. I gobbled his whole ball sac into my mouth and gently sucked it, until I saw the beginning of a little rise in his cock. To prolong his torture, I spent more time sucking on each of his balls. By then, Rob's dick was starting to grow and get hard. I swirled my tongue around the head of Rob's cock and sucked it good, even nibbling on it just a little bit. All of this tongue and mouth work left me with a mouthful of saliva, which I used to liberally coat his shaft. I had taken Rob's cock about halfway into my mouth, and had just started sucking it, when Rob took over. From his stance and position, he loomed over me kneeling low on my haunches, and my head was tilted back. He had a straight shot right down my throat. Rob fucked my mouth and throat, until he unleashed his full load of cum straight down my throat. There was so much cum that I could not swallow it all as fast as it poured out. After the gism back load was swallowed and I had licked his cock clean, Yvette and I found ourselves still bound and naked walking around the house to the front driveway. Fortunately, Bill's SUV was parked backed up to the garage door, and we had a little cover.

Before they loaded us in the car, the guys used a clean hand towel to wipe off all the cum and pussy juices that had run down our legs and in our pussy slits. After we were wiped off, I still was sticky and needed a shower. We were simply loaded onto the blankets and comforters in the back of the SUV for the short ride to Bill's house. There were no bizarre complicated ties, or long curvy rides. Once the car was parked in Bill's garage, we were taken upstairs to Sally's and Bill's bedroom, with the king size 4 poster bed. Stan and Rob seemed to have decided that they were going to have a little extra nookie, before the others got there. I was kneeling on one side of the bed sucking off Stan, while Yvette was kneeling on the other side of the bed sucking off Rob. Without warning and with Stan perilously close to coming, he withdrew, picked me up under my armpits and hurled me down across the bed. I landed on my back, with my legs sprawled well enough apart, and my head hanging down a little over the other side of the mattress. Stan pounced on me and his cock was buried deep in my twat in a New York minute. He pounded into me, with a ferocity that I had never experienced from Stan, and in doing so, I slid across the bed about another 6". One minute I was sucking Stan off and the next minute Stan was fucking the Hell out of me. I was in no way prepared for the orgasm that smashed to smithereens my conscious world, when we came, But Iwas not done yet. Yvette had finished sucking Rob off, and my head was hanging over the edge of the bed inn a perfect position.

There was Rob again, and his cock was in my mouth, upside down from the normal common orientation. With out having to suck Rob's scrotum or balls, and remembering that Yvette had just sucked him off, I had it pretty easy. He was about 1/2 way in my mouth, when I started sucking. Rob's cock had worked its way partially into my throat, and with 5 or 6 good sucks, he gave up and spewed out the little bit of cum that his balls had manufactured since Yvette did him. Then, we heard noises from downstairs. Bill and Dan had arrived with their captives, Sally and Virginia. I was quickly arranged laid out on one side of the bed, with my head on a pillow. Yvette was laid out like me, except that her head was on a pillow at the foot of the bed. The captive girls and guys passed by our open door, heading, I assumed for the nextdoor guest bedroom. I thought Dan and Bill would stay with them and get a little more, but I was surprised when I saw them leave. As soon as the guys left and went downstairs, Sally and Virginia wandered into our bedroom. They were bound in leather padded cuffs, with a tiny padlock preventing them from being removed, and had much more arm and hand mobility than either Yvette or me. I saw the recognition in their eyes, and then their faces sprouted broad smiles. They could do anything they wanted to us, and instantly knew it. From this point, I don't remember the order they went or who did what to me and Yvette. Yvette and I were bound in reverse double hammer locks. The bedside clock read a little after 3:00 AM. It was a windfall for them, but one of them climbed on the bed and straddled my legs. She let herself down and her face was right in my pussy. She took full advantage of my helplessness, and licked and kissed and sucked my pusssy, but she wouldn't let me come, until the other one had come from my tongue work.

I remember that the other one, first climbed over me and wound up sitting across my chest, but quickly scooted up, until she was sitting squarely on my face. I licked and sucked all her pussy parts; tongue fucked her hot hole, and licked and sucked her desperate clit, until she came. As you probably figured out, the girl that I ate out moved over to Yvette and began eating her pussy, while the girl who ate me out, crawled up my body to sit on my face. It went back and forth, until, I think that I had eaten out each girl 3 times, and of course, had my pussy licked 3 times from each of them. The bedside table clock read a little after 4:30 AM, when Sally curled up, with her head on my breast, and we went to sleep. The GOD DAMN alarm clock awoke Yvette and me at 6:00 AM. Bill was right there to turn the alarm clock off. One might think that he slept under our bed. Yvette and I each had a scant 1-1/2 hours of sleep. Bill untied us and sent us into the bathroom to pee, brush our teeth and let down our ponytails in preparation for a shower. Bill's modern bathroom had 2 separate sinks and vanities, and 2 toilets, with a warm water bidét between the toilets. Bill tied each of our wrists crossed, behind our backs, and made us kneel over the bathtub rim, side by side, with our ankles tied. He prepared a bag of Fleet's enema solution, shoved the nozzle up Yvette's asshole and let the solution run into her colon. Next, I got the same treatment, except that I may have been about 10-15 minutes behind Yvette. There really are no words to be said at a time like that. You and your girlfriend are bound kneeling over a bathtub, hoses filling your colon. There is simply nothing to say.

Bill left us for a little while, and came back with a duffle bag of equipment. When he returned, our enema bags were empty and that rotten Fleet's solution was churning up our innards. There were no mutual pussy eatings or blowjobs out in the bedroom. Instead, Bill got each of us on our feet and sat us down on one of the toilets. He turned on the bathroom fans in preparation of a double stick, and took his own long shower. We were left to do the toilet flushing, if necessary, which we could do within the movement our arms had, considering the way we were bound. While Bill was in the shower, Yvette expelled everything she had to give, and had slid over to the warm water bidét and flushed her ass several times. Bill, still dripping wet, untied Yvette's ankles and took her into the shower. I could hear a steady thumping sound, and knew that Yvette was really getting screwed in there. Meanwhile, I had finished and had scooted over to the bidét, where I washed my bottom 5 or 6 times. I patiently sat there and waited to get in the shower with Bill. When they finally came out, Bill told Yvette to dry off, fix her hair, put on a little makeup, if she wanted, and to go out into the bedroom, where some one would be waiting for her. Then, Bill untied my ankles and dragged me into the shower.

Myy God, the shower was loaded with all kinds of shower supplies, but before we got started, I was down on my knees sucking Bill off. His cock and balls were already soaking wet, and the shower water was pouring over my head and Bill's stiff prick, so I didn't have to worry about producing saliva. Bill stopped me about halfway through my ball sucking routine, and told me to put him deep in my mouth. With one hand holding the top of my head, and the other on the back, a dozen or so deep thrusts partially down my throat, and surprisingly Bill shot his wad, and I swallowed it, even before breakfast. Since I was conveniently still kneeling, Bill took the bottle of shampoo/conditioner and washed my hair. However, he used way too much of the florally smelling product. He did an excellent job of lathering the product into a thick bubbly mixture, which pretty much sat atop my head, although it tended to run down my face and into my eyes and nose. So I pretty much kept my eyes closed and let the shower spray rinse away the excess. Next, I was standing on my feet getting thoroughly washed by a generous amount of lilac/passion flower body gel and a washcloth. I was scrubbed from head to foot, front and back, including my ass crack, but not my pussy. When I was completely lathered up, he backed me up against the shower wall and fucked me hard, slamming me against the shower wall and lifting me up onto my tippy toes. When that was over, I was thoroughly rinsed off, including a 3 finger clear water flushing of my twat.

We stepped out of the shower. And since my wrists were still bound behind my back, Bill decided to dry me off. He used a towel on my hair, until it was just damp and not dripping. It went as expected. My breasts and nipples were extra dry; to the point that Bill personally checked them with his bare hands. He patted my pussy dry and then see-sawed the towel between my legs just to be sure. After Bill and I were all dried off, his hands caressed up and down my bare legs several times, and gave my clit one good flick, and untied my hands and left the bathroom. I brushed my hair out, until all the snags were gone, and was shining lustrously bright and shiny. I used a comb and the hair dryer, until I had 2 sexy natural swirls laying around my breasts A quick shot of hair spray and was done with the difficult preparation. I wasn't going to put on a lot of makeup, like a couple of the other girls would, if given the chance, because it would quickly disappear or get eaten off, because we had yet to have breakfast. Instead, I jusp put on a little lipstick and went into the bedroom. There, Yvette just sat on the bed, with her wrists tied behind her back in fresh dry rope. She had no crotchrope, nipple ties or clamps, and only sported a ballgag buckled tightly behind her teeth. Bill and Rob sat innocently in the 2 easy chairs, I guessed waiting for me.

The guy sprang into action. One ballgagged me, without catching any of my hair in the straps, and the other tied my wrists behind my back. Amazingly I had nothing up either my honey pot or my asshole. We went downstairs together. As soon as we entered the living room, I instantly saw what our fate would be, and there was no sign of the others being downstairs yet. Yvette and I were about to get our asses fucked, again before breakfast. Yvette and I were made to kneel, side-by-side, in front of a coffee table, with our breasts resting on 2 piled sofa cushions. Our freshly washed butt holes were disinfected and lubed. I think both Yvette and me screamed a little, into our gags, when we were 1st penetrated. It seemed that I got the ass fucking of my life from Bill, while Yvette moaned right alongside me. The boys had a lot of energy 1st thing in the morning, and were also bolstered by their 1stViagra pill of the day. Bill remembered and kept his cock pumping in and out of the lower area of my colon, where I was most sensitive, and if Bill noticed, I had my big orgasm, but he just kept slamming deep in my asshole, until he came. For safety and sanitary purposes, there was the usual washing of all our used sex parts with antibacterial soap, followed by the rubbing alcohol disinfecting of our sex organs. Then Rob and Bill switched places and started fucking our butt holes all over again. Whereas Bill was the typical aggressive male animal, when he fucked my ass, Rob took it slow and steady.

I really liked what Rob was doing to me. I could actually feel an orgasm building, from somewhere down there above my pussy. I was panting and mewing and having trouble breathing, because I simply couldn't catch my breath. Rob leaned on my back, as he steadily pummeled my anus, and tightly squished my tits into the sofa cushion. Somehow, he worked a hand in between my pussy and the coffee table, found my clit, and began rubbing it. Was that cheating, to get me off? Well, it worked, and I was in no position to debate the matter. I screamed as loud as I could, into my gag, to initially relieve my built up tension. My body stiffened, and I shook and spasmed and enjoyed the fireworks going off in my head. Somewhere in all that commotion Rob came, with his cock buried as far as it would go up my ass. When we recovered, I was surprised to find that Bill and Yvette had already come, and she was getting the cleanup treatment. Where had the time gone? When Yvette and I were all cleaned and disinfected, we were picked up and dragged across the living room and propped against the cleared wall, and had our ankles tied. Bill slipped out the front door and was gone. Rob began setting the dining room table for breakfast. We were still waiting for Sally, Virginia, Dan and Stan to come downstairs.

About 10 or 15 minutes later, those 2 girls glided down the stairs, with their male escorts, and headed directly for the same coffee table setup, where Yvette and I had recently received our ass fuckings. Just before those girls were going to get the treatment and lube for their ass fuckings, Bill came through the front door carrying white boxes and bags. He had made a run to our local bakery. What ever action was going on, with the girls draped over the coffee table ceased. All the girls were completely untied and retied, with one hand tied behind our backs and took our positions kneeling in our spots around the dining table. This was probably the unhealthiest breakfast we had been presented with. There was OJ and coffee, but everything else was pure carbohydrates, including a box of assorted donuts, spud nuts, and some assorted Danishes. I immediately complained, which I would later be sorry that I opened my big mouth, because I asked for some scrambled eggs. Bill wound up cooking a huge fry pan of scrambled eggs, and everyone took some. It didn't seem to matter that everyone wanted eggs, because Bill remembered and would take his revenge out on me after breakfast was over. I wound up having a gooey spud nut, half cherry Danish and the equivalent of about 2 scrambled eggs. When breakfast was over and the table cleaned off, Sally and Virginia were rebound and taken to the living room coffee table, by Dan and Stan, to get their postponed ass fuckings done. Yvette, my enema and ass fucking partner had her wrists rebound behind her back, and was ordered to kneel in the wide doorway between the living room and dining room. That left me, the one who had mouthed off about getting some scrambled eggs for breakfast.

Bill told me that he was going to try a little different tie on my arms, and when it was over, he wanted to know how I liked it. Rob and Bill twisted my arms behind my back and up between my shoulder blades, except that this time Rob held my wrists and hands palm-to-palm. Bill used the lark's head method by wrapping my wrists together, with a double strand of rope and then cinching my wrists between my arms. He called it the reverse prayer position, except that I discovered almost immediately that I could still pivot my hands so that when I was on my back, I would not be lying directly on the sides of my hands. Besides, my shoulder blades protruded out in back and offered a little more protection for my delicate hands. Soon, I found myself naked and bound and lying on my back in the middle of the living room carpet. I spread my legs in anticipation of getting fucked. I was a fool to think it would be that easy, with these guys. In the corner of the living room, Bill had hidden 2 suede floggers behind a chair. He handed one to Rob and they both began whipping my breasts and pussy. At first, I was so shocked that I lay there and took it. The blows were about the same intensity as for Yvette's crucifix. I finally realized that it was fool hearty to lay there and take it, so I rolled over and let them whip on my ass, which had more cushioning. When my ass was dark red and burning, my last resort was to try and evade them, so I rolled all over the floor, but their feet blocked me at every exit, or piece of furniture, where I might find some shelter. I was so exhausted, that I gave up and lay on my back, and let them do what they wanted to me, which was exactly what they were waiting for.

My heart was racing and my chest was heaving. I saw Bill bend over me and stretch a sleep mask over my eyes. My whole world went black. I was crushed against the carpet by one of the guys, I didn't realize how turned on I had become, during all my thrashing and rolling around on the floor, until he sank his hard cock deep into my cunt. One after the other all 4 guys fucked me to orgasm. Everyone came at least once, but in 2 instances, 2 of the guys, nalong with me, came twice and left a healthy deposit of cum in my twat. When all of the guys had me, someone buckled a penis gag deep in my mouth, . And buckled the straps behind my neck. Up to this point, no one owned a penis gag in their bomdage duffle bags. I had seen penis gags on the Internet, but all of them had a small 2"-3" nub that would go in my mouth, and a undetermined length dildo would protrude from my mouth for a girl to fuck herself on. The guys must have freed the girls and turned them loose on me. I could tell from all the gasps and giggles. One of the girls let herself down over my face and on to my protruding penis gag, but something wasn't right. She steadied my head and began fucking herself on something far longer than a puny 2"-3" little nub protruding from my mouth. I had about a 2-1/2" X 7" cock dildo buckled in my mouth and partially down my throat. Who ever was fucking herself over my face, was having fun with a penis gag dildo at least the size of it's other half in my mouth. Someone had found and acquired a double penis gag.

Before it was over, all 3 girls had taken advantage of me and fucked themselves right over my face. Their pussy juices dripped and sprayed all over me. Meanwhile, another of the girls had put on a monstrous strap-on dildo that must have measured 3" X 9", and the God Damn thing was getting awfully close to my cervix. It takes a little bit of time for one girl to put on and adjust a strap-on, fuck me to one or more orgasms (their choice), and take it off for the next girl. Consequently, only 2 girls got to use a strap-on in my twat, but in that game, they were what I felt and remembered. Of course, there was always a hand that found one or the other of my breasts, and roughly played with my boobs, and pinched and twisted and pulled my nipples. "That's enough," bellowed Bill. Everyone untangled and got to their feet. Finally, Bill got me up, untied me and removed my double penis gag. When I could speak, I told Bill that his new reverse prayer tie was just as comfortable as a reverse double hammer lock tie, and that I thought I'd be OK in it for another hour or two.

Rob and Stan took Virginia and Sally into the kitchen. That left Yvette and me plus my Dan and Bill to gather in the dining room. I saw the whipped cream, chocolate sauce and cherries sitting on the corner of the dining room table, and was glad that I would not be the victim of one of Bill's favorite games. Bill had already tied Yvette's arms behind her back in the new reverse prayer position, and had gotten her up on the dining room table, on her back, on a towel, and with her head already hanging over the edge of the table, he frog-tied her legs. As Bill started to spear Maraschino cherries from the jar, and stuffed them into Yvette's twat, he told Dan that he had time for a quick 10 minute BJ from me. I was on my knees, before the last word left Bill's mouth. My hands were not bound, so I grabbed Dan's semi-turgid shaft, while I swirled and sucked its head, and did a hand job on his shaft. I licked his enormous cock, until it was dripping, with my saliva, and I took him deep in my mouth, sucking all the time. Bill did say that we had only 10 minutes. Dan put a hand on each of my cheeks and fucked my face, until he came mostly down my throat. Do I have to say everytime that I swallowed all of his hot sticky cum?

Yvette's cunt was plump full of cherries, and her pussy slit was totally covered in whipped cream and Hershey's syrup. I had to kneel on one of the dining room chairs, set sideways on the floor, and lick off the whipped cream so that I could get my tongue on the cherries that filled Yvette's vagina, get them out of her pussy and eat them. Fortunately, I knew that the secret was to gobble up the whipped cream and chocolate, and get my tongue in her twat and crush the cherries against her vaginal walls and ease them out with my tongue and eat them. I leaned on my elbows and plunged right in the chocolate whipped cream goo, but as I took my 1st gulp, I felt Dan grab my hips and penetrate my love box, from behind, with his suddenly rejuvenated cock. When I had consumed all the cherries, I was told to keep going, and lick Yvette's pusssy, until she came again. I assumed that the little orgasms Yvette had while I was fishing around in her hole, with my tongue, had counted for something. When I looked up at Bill, who had issued the command, I saw that his cock was coated with chocolate sauce, and Yvette's mouth was filled with whipped cream. And Bill was hammering her mouth. It was an easy task to finish off Yvette with some serious clit licking, sucking and judicious nibbling.

His cock, coated with Hershey's chocolate syrup, and filled Yvette's mouth with whipped cream. He spent his time slowly fucking Yvette's mouth, while Bill built a sundae atop Yvette's mammoth 39D breasts by covering them with whipped cream and chocolate sauce, topped with a cherry. In addition, he covered Yvette's pussy, pubis mons and other nearby areas, with the sticky ingredients. In order to get at her tits, I had to lay across her torso and get the sticky gooey stuff all over my belly. I lapped up everything on Yvette's tits easily enough, including eating the 2 cherries atop her tits. After I cleaned up her tits, I got rid of all the gooey mixture on and around her pussy. Since Dan was still teasing Yvette's mouth, with his coated cock, I decided to eat her out. It kind of became a battle of wills between Dan and me, Dan could do little more than fuck Yvette's mouth, until he had to let go and shoot his load down her throat. I calmly and slowly licked Yvette's cunt, giving her one orgasm after another, until Dan gave it up. Yvette and I were a sticky mess compared to Bill and Dan. I thought that was it, Bill had a new twist to his game. Bill and Dan untied Yvette's frog-tied legs, tied a long rope to each of her ankles, and pulled and tied off way over her head and spread somewhat to the corner legs of the dining room table. She was practically bent in half, but for Bill, her legs were wide enough apart to still have access to her pusssy, which was now situated parallel to the table's surface.

From under the table, Bill retrieved a chilled bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. He opened the wine, and using a funnel poured about 1/3 of the bottle into Yvette's cavernous vagina. I was given a straw and ordered to stick it in Yvett'e cunt and blow, until the champagne bubbled and frothed and overflowed. I was to experiment by sucking uo a mouthful of the pussy juice laden champagne, and deposit some on Yvette's tits and nipples, belly button, perineum and clit. Everytime I dribbled some of the mixture, I blew on it bringing to life more of the carbonated bubbles. Finally, it became too much for Yvette, and after a double dose on her clit, she came. It was not the easiest and most expeditious way to make a girl come, but it worked. Meanwhile, Dan and Bill had their own straws and were sucking up champagne directly from Yvette's cunt, occasionally giving Yvette a mouthful from a straw. I hadn't been paying attention as to the number of times Bill used the funnel in her hole to fill her up, but all of a sudden the bottle was empty. Three straws plunged into Uvette's and sucked every last drop of champagne and pussy juices out of that magnificent pool of delight.

Bill and Dan released Yvette, ans the 4 of us headed for the pool to wash off our sticky bodies. The kitchen was empty and we found the others already in the pool. I waded into the water and washed off most of the dried gook just with the pool water. Bill bellowed out that he was making a lunch run to McDonald's and had a clipboard to write down our orders. We weren't really eating healthy and virtually everyone ordered some type of burger and fries. Fortunately, Mickey D's still had some of their healthy menu items available. I ordered the pre-made Southwestern chicken salad, with all the FREE add-ons and extra packets of Ranch dressing. Sally and I had the least of the sticky mess on our bodies and most of that dissolved in the pool. We went upstairs for our showers and had only 15 minutes. We peed, brushed our teeth and put on shower caps, and had no time to play or fool around. Afterwe dried ourselves off and fixed our hair, Sally and I headed downstairs for lunch. We helped set the table, using Chinette plates. Then, Sally and I had one arm tied behind our backs and knelt in our places, because we heard Bill returning with lunch.

Once I tore open. With my teeth, all the packets of dressing, croutons, seeds and other accompaniments that came with my salad, and mixed them all together, my MickeyD's chicken salad, tasted quite good to me, since my doughy breakfast had been hanging, like a lump, in my stomach all morning. I guess they knew my eating habits, because among the few girls who were offered fresh fruit, I took a banana. I peeled it, with my teeth. A couple guys, who were finished with their burgers and fries, stared at me while I ate, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I would be in for it later. When lunch was over and the mountain of bags and wrappers were taken out to the trash, everyone went into the living room. The girls were bound hand and foot, blindfolded and randomly laid out on the lliving room carpet. We were really tied up tight, with either a reverse double hammer lock, or a reverse prayer tie, plus our knees and ankles were tightly tied together. It was feathers! Each guy must have had a feather in each hand and started test tickling us anywhere and everywhere on our bodies, apparently to determine who was ticklish and where. I don't know what leaves me vulnerable, but at certain times the soles of my feet are ticklish sporadically, and apparently this was one of those times.

He started around my face and neck and tickled me, with the feather everywhere in that area. Then he used the feather in my armpits, down my sides, across my tummy, and all down my legs to my toes. I heard Virginia's voice giggling and already pleading for the tickling to stop. She must have really been ticklish! He flipped me over and used his feather on me from head to foot. I held fast and never even registered the slightest sound of a laugh, until he got to the soles of my feet. There. I couldn't help myself and chortled and pulled my feet away from the persistent feather, but there was no escape. He sat upon my legs and tickled the soles of my feet mercilessly. I laughed, writhed, cackled, bucked, amd tried to get away from the exquisite tickle torture. My knees and ankles were untied and my ankles were re-tied to some solid anchor, spread so far apart that I thought I might be split like a wishbone. I couldn't believe how wet my pussy was, when one of the guys started roaming in my cunt, with 3 fingers. I couldn't tell what I looked like down there, but my pussy must have looked like a 3 finger twat, because his fingers slipped his stiff boner right inside me. While he fucked me, another guy kept tickling the sole of my right foot. At first I just giggled, but soon I was letting loose with a full belly laugh. I couldn't help it. I was being tickled constantly and relentlessly, while and non-stop orgasm was building within me. Tears streamed down my face and eventually, I came and felt my love canal fill up with a hot load of gism.

The guys changed places and the fucking and tickling resumed. I arched my back and raised my hips in an effort to get him deeper inside me. I wanted to wrap my legs around his waist and pull him in, but, of course , my ankles were solidly tied. My head started spinning from the various sensations coursing through my body. I had no idea what I was doing. The sensations were too confusing, until I broke through the fog, stiffened, shuddered and my soul shattered into thousands of pieces into the cosmos as I came and came and came. My blindfold was removed and my ankle released from where it had been tied to the leg of a sofa. Sally and Yvette, who had not been ticklish, were taken downstairs to Bill's infamous basement. It must have been a full 10 minutes or more, before either Virginia or I tried to get up. My belly hurt, because I had never laughed so long and so hard before. We were taken downstairs, skirting Rob's workshop, and into the "laundry room,"

I noticed that some new carpeting had been installed to cover the play area of that space. Virginia and I were forced down on the new carpet on our backs. The new carper was soft, with a pas, and quite comfortable, while I was still tied in the reverse hammer lock position. First Sally was helped to straddle my face, and I had to eat her out thoroughly. Her wrists were already tied palm-to-palm, and her elbows were tied touching, all set to be strung up in the strappado position. For some reason, Sally didn't seem to be all there. After I gave her a thorough explorative tongue fucking followed by my best teasing and working over of her clit, Sally was taken off my face, with one really good orgasm under her belt. Sally can be moody at times, but she was now Virginia's problem. When Yvette was helped to squat on my face, she was perhaps a little miffed that she didn't get fucked upstairs, because she wasn't ticklish. We girls could be quite petty at times. Yvette wanted it slow and teasing, and wanted me to make her beg for it, and she wanted at least 2 mind blowing orgasms. That's what I did to her and maybe a little more. Virginia's and my wrists were re-tied palm to palm, and our elbows were tied together, so that we matched Sally and Yvette. All 4 girls were lined up under the beam that was supported by 2 posts.

A rope was tied around each of our wrists, thrown over the horizontal beam and pulled, until we were bent over at about a 45 degree angle and tied off. We all got our breasts tied tightly at their bases, and we were all blindfolded. I will spare you the repetitious details of what came next. I was fucked up the ass twice, the necessary cleansing and sanitary procedures were performed in place, our strappado ropes were given another pull, and tied off. My body was now about parallel with the floor, and I got fucked doggie style 3 times, before it was over. I found myself released from the strappado tie, kneeling on the new carpet, with my wrists still tied palm-to-palm, and my elbows and tits still tied. A kinda limp prick was presented to my lips. As I took him in my mouth, I knew from his rapidly growing length that it was my Dan's 8-1/2 monster cock. I treated it with reverence, but gave it the special treatment, including a thorough sucking and licking of his scrotum and individual testicles. After a lot of work and sucking, It culminated with Dan fucking my mouth, until he came and left my mouth and throat full of his hot seed, which I had to swallow.

We were all released and given 15 minutes fort a quick shower, but were ordered not to bother with our hair. I peed, brushed my teeth, put on a shower cap and hopped into the shower with Sally. Again, the guys left us no time to fool around in the shower. I did take a moment to comb my hair and re-apply my ponytail Scrunchie. Sally and I only had our wrists fastened behind our backs in padded leather cuffs, with the promise of only a short ride to our next destination. Sally and I were helped into the back of my Dan's SUV, and were laid out side-by-side on a soft comforter and covered with a lightweight blanket. Sally and I sat up and peeked. The other 2 girls were bound, as we were, in Bill's SUV, and Rob and Stan led our 3 car caravan alone in his SUV. We traveled generally East, crossing Green Bay Rd. and downtown Lake Forest, and next turned North on Sheridan Rd., which ran along the shore of Lake Michigan, where various sized mansions separated the road from the Lake. Our Lead car eventually turned right on a paved gated driveway, that was an opening in a 10 foot concrete wall that enclosed the mansion's Lakefront acreage.

As we approached the house, we veered off into a gravel parking area alongside the house and parked. The guys dragged us 4 girls out of the cars, and then took out ropes, blankets, shovels, stakes, and hammers from Rob's car. Virginia's and my arms were re-bound into and interesting tie. Our arms were re-tied in a reverse prayer position. In addition, a 2nd rope was wound around our arms, a few inches above our elbows and tied off. Sally was unbound. Stan fashioned a loose noose around my neck. Sally led me, via the noose, down the back and forth switchback winding sandy path down the bluff to the beach, with Stan following carrying a shovel and blanket. About 6' from the shore, where the beach sand was completely dry, he made a pile of sand, and covered it with the blanket. My ass was to go on the little hill, and he laid me out on the blanket, with my pussy elevated for easy access. Sally, totally unbound was instructed to lick and kiss me everywhere, from head to foot, until I was writhing, moaning, begging, and pleading to come, and my pussy juices were flowing freely. Then, and only then, could Sally go down on me and finish me off.

Sally was ecstatic at having complete control over me, while about 25' down the beach, Yvette had Virginia, and was having her way with her. I was holding my own, including about a 15 minute intensely passionate makeout session. However, when Sally kissed and licked her way down to my breasts, I began to lose it. Sally was ruthless. She squeezed my breasts, and when my nipples protruded even higher, she pinched them, pulled them, rolled them and bit them hard enough to leave teeth marks, and sucked the very life out of them, as if I was a sow. I moaned and gasped constantly, until she moved on. While Sally was doing my midriff, belly and hips, I glanced to my left, where the pounding had stopped some time ago. The guys had been pounding stakes into the sand in 4 rectangles. They made little hills and mounds, to elevate various parts of our bodies for their pleasure. It was all covered with a blanket, and the guys were sitting on the blankets drinking beer and watching us.

I was jolted out of my daydreaming, when Sally gave my clit a long slow hard lick, and then moved lower. I had my tennis shoes on, but couldn't remember flopping my legs open for her, but maybe she did it. Sally started on me just above my knee, with those devilish little tongue circles and kisses, as she worked her way up to my pussy. Before she ever got to my perineum, I was humping the air, amd my pussy petals were completely open and swollen. My perineum was itching for Sally's lips and tongue. When she licked that now over sensitive area, I almost came! My perineum was kissed and licked, from the end of my ass crack to the base of my pussy, making me flail about wildly and almost hit Sally in the face with my knee. Three things happened nearly simultaneously. Sally's thumb and forefinger pinched and pulled my clit, while her mouth sucked and nibbled on my pussy lips on both sides, and she slipped 2 fingers into my twat and explored every internal surface, until she found my g-spot. She stopped her sucking of my pussy lips, moved her mouth as close to my honey hole as possible, and rubbed my g-spot, while she rubbed my clit. I couldn't prevent it. I shook and stiffened and screamed and came and squirted simultaneously.

Sally caught most of my pussy juices squirted ejaculation in her mouth and the rest went on her hand. She moved up and kissed me, and transferred about an ounce or two of my fresh pussy juices into my mouth, which I tasted and swallowed. Next I had to lick the rest of my own pussy juices off her right hand. After that, I nearly went crazy, with Sally first tongue fucking me and then licking and sucking and biting my clit, until I came. Sally went back and forth with the tongue fucking and clit stimulation, until I had come 3 more times and Stan came and broke us up. Virginia and I were untied. All of the girls were taken over to where the guys had pounded stakes in the sand for us. We were all tied down spread-eagle on top of more fresh blankets. I think the strategic mounds of sand, under the blankets were all more or less, the same. I had a pile of sand under my butt to elevate my pussy for easy access, and I had a pile of sand under my upper back, which made my tits point provocatively upward for anyone to play with or molest, but none of those guys seemed to give my tits a 2nd glance. All those guys had only one thing on their minds. Sally had done a real number on me, and I thought that my pussy petals and fucking hole might stay wide open for hours.

Those guys would have had to blind fold us. I was still half loopy, from the carnage that Sally had done to my twat, that I didn't think that I could tell one cock from another, once inside me, unless it were my Dan's big mother fucking dick. At first I was screwed by 2 guys back to back. One went through me like a freight train behind schedule, and the 2nd seemed to have all the time in the world. We made out several times as he slowly moved back and forth inside me. More than anyone else, this was Bill's style, from time to time, but I could not be sure. There was a pause, where the guys seemed to consult their schedule and who was up for what. All of a sudden, a 3rd guy slithered on top of me, supported mostly by his elbows and fore arms. His cock still easily entered me, although he stopped only a couple inches into his penetration. Bless his manly heart. He stopped and played with my breasts and sucked on my nipples. We made out for a good 10-15 minutes, during which time I seductively moved and humped and tried to get him going. Eventually, he slowly hut surely buried himself in my twat and we got a great rhythm going. Faster and faster we fucked each other, until no one would quit and we both exploded into a mind blowing fuck your brains out orgasm(s).

As I was being released, I realized that I did not adequately describe my surroundings. When we 1st arrived, everyone walked down a winding sandy switchback trail to the beach. We were actually traversing down the side of a 40-50'high bluff at the west side of a private beach cove. There were equally high bluffs on both the north and south sides of the cove that were covered with scraggily bushes and small trees. The east side of the roughly 100' X 100' beach was exposed to Lake Michigan. There was a double row of the possible remnants of and ancient pier or dock. The pilings were made of possible telephone poles or simple peeled logs sunk into the sand at about 10' apart in both directions. The weathered and smooth pilings, from 18"-24" in diameter, were connected along their long side, at about 3' above the sand and at their 12' tops, with rough un-planed 2"X4" boards. I was brought over to the pilings and bent over a horizontal 2" X 4" board, which had been covered with a blanket to prevent splinters.

My legs were spread and my wrists were tied to my ankles. I was really tied wide open and exposed. Still blindfolded, there were the unmistakable sounds of 4 girls getting their asses beaten by suede floggers. When it was over, my butt really hurt. Soon, comforting hands soothed my sore butt. A big thick cock entered my love hole. It advanced slowly and less than 1/2" at a time. Deeper and deeper it sank into the depths of my cunt. It slowly plunged into my twat. I spread my legs further apart. Eventually, it hit my cervix, and backed off. There was no mistake; it was my Dan's huge thick cock. Over the next 10-15 minutes, Dan fucked the shit out of me. Our rhythm was impeccable, and I came only seconds before Dan did. I was untied and moved around to the front of the pilings and the connecting 2" X 4", and pushed down to my knees. My wrists were tied behind my back palm-to-palm, and my arms were lifted, until they were parallel to the ground, and the excess rope from my wrist tie was used to fasten my wrists to the 2" X 4". Still blindfolded, my elbows were cinched together, just to make things a bit more uncomfortable for me, and as a little more eye candy for the guys, because my breasts were shoved outward only another couple inches, but I guessed the guys wouldn't even touch them, because I was tied for giving blowjobs.

I was sucking one of the guys off. I had licked his scrotum, and sucked each of his balls, and had just taken him into my mouth, when I heard a clear distinctive female voice inquire, "Can we play with you guys? We've been watching you, and we like what you are doing, and think we would fit in well." I immediately commanded that my blindfold be taken off. It turned out that I was working on Bill's cock and Rob was right next to me. What I saw, when my blindfold was removed were 2 absolutely adorable sexy girls that I guessed to be obvious sisters, about 20 and 22 years old. Both were fit and trim and built like brick shit houses. The older one, who did all the talking, was about 5'10", 36C+, just a little bigger than mine. I judged the younger one to be a solid 34C, but her arms and wrists were tied in a reverse double hammer lock, and she stood about 5'9" tall. Both girls had deep blue eager eyes. They wore their blonde hair in long braids down to their waists in back. They had to be related to Rob.

Rob introduced everyone all around. It turned out that the 2 new girls were Rob's cousins, who were briefly staying at Rob's house, while their parents, and Rob's parents, who were off in Europe for the summer. The oldest girl, Shannon, was indeed 22 and would be starting her senior year, as President of Kappa Delta Sorority, at nearby Northwestern University in nearby Evanston, Illinois. Shannon's sister, Kinzie, was only 19, and physically far too advanced for her age. She would register at N.U. later that week, and rush K.D. the following week, where she was a shoe in to make it. The 2 girls begged and pleaded, and said that they could do anything they wanted to them, including fucking and blowjobs and eating their pussies, and they would let the bound men's wives eat them out, and have them reciprocate. Our husbands asked us, including Dan, if it was OK. I gave Dan the OK, as long as the youngest one was clean? Rob told everyone that he and Yvette and his 2 younger nieces had recently been tested, and everyone was clean and safe. The last question was whether Rob would fuck his cousins?

Rob grabbed the ragged old purse that Shannon carried. Besides house keys, he found one piece of rope of just the right length. He tied Shannon's arms and wrists behind her back up in a reverse hammer lock. He took her over to the row of blankets and stakes. He laid her out, tied her legs spread to the bottom stakes, but left her to lie on her bound arms, and fucked her into a stupor. The remaining 3 men kinda made asses of themselves getting at Shannon to fuck her, but they managed. I first thought it was the new faces, but decided that it more likely was the new beautiful nubile bodies. I'd have to keep half an eye on Dan just to be sure that he didn't spend too much time with the newcomers.