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“Oh god!” I curled up fromthe floor, reaching down to grip her wrist. I didn’t want to pullit out, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t imagining what I wasfeeling. She twisted her hand back and forth, the widest partputting near-painful pressure on my G-spot.

“Wait,” I gasped. “I shouldwarn you, if you do that—”

But it was too late. My excitement atthe sheer perversity of the entire situation made the suddenpenetration enough to tip me over again, and her hand kept hittingme just right. I felt a warm gush as my orgasm hit me like abaseball bat.

“Warn me what?” she moanedinto my ear, her hand stilling.

“Nothing, keep going!” Iwas probably not the only person adding sex fluids to the mix, andwhile the thought would probably have disgusted me at any othertime, I found myself hoping that it wasn’t only lube onme.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” adeep voice said from somewhere nearby, and I found myself callingout, “Come on me!” I barely saw the person the cock was attached tobefore hot droplets showered onto my face, and a large hand smearedit into my skin and hair.

It was disgusting. Depraved. I lovedevery second.

Every thrust with thestrap-on pulled Bree away from me a little. Her hand slid from mycunt and I found myself somehow involved in a totally differentgroup. Someone’s cock poked between my ass cheeks; I politely butfirmly pushed it away, only for another to ram into my sore,stretched pussy from the front. I wound my legs around a muscularback and went with it, every thrust sliding us across thetarp.

Communication devolvedentirely. Anyone on the tarp was fair game, it seemed. I couldn’teven get a good look at the owner of the dick in me. I ended upclosing my eyes and surrendering to the push and pull of the bodiesaround me. I lost track of how many hands and dicks ended up insideme, how many cunts I put my fingers in, how much cum ended upinside and on me.

Eventually, there came atime when I couldn’t even tell if I was having a orgasm or if I’djust had one; they all blended together until it felt like I wouldnever stop and sheer sexual bliss would become my permanent stateof being. I thrashed and screamed as hands held me down and fingerspenetrated my abused pussy. I moaned and rubbed my clit while Iwatched it happening to someone else.

More than once, fresh lubewould fall over everyone in a wet slap; it was one of those thatshocked me back to my senses. I gently pushed at whoever wascurrently fucking me—at that point, I could barely feel anything,anyway—and said, “Sorry. Red.”

They immediately releasedmy hips and I wriggled to the nearest edge of the tarp, trying toget to my feet on the grippy mat. I couldn’t quite manage it; mylegs were too tired to receive signals from my dizzy anddisoriented brain. A staff member was at my side instantly, helpingme to my feet.

It was Storm, the womanwho’d helped me into the pool.

“Wow, you’re strong,” Isaid, and without thinking, squeezed her rock-hardbicep.

She laughed and pushed myslimy hand aside. “Let’s get you into the locker room.”

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(Matthew)

“Please,” he whimpered. “Ican’t take it anymore.”

My partner for the eveninglay spread-eagle on the bench, his hands gripping the softrestraints that, despite his earlier proclamation, he’d ended upasking for. His erection bobbed helplessly, the only part of him Ihadn’t touched in the two hours I’d been working on him.

I’d started with apaintbrush. A simple thing with fan-shaped bristles that I’dtickled over him from the soles of his feet up. Could I havecommanded him to suck me off and let me fuck his ass? Yes. But Iwas feeling a diabolical level of patience tonight, and he’d beenall for it when I’d suggested letting me tease him a littlebit.

Two hours later, heappeared to be changing his mind. Sweat stood out on every bulging,straining muscle. Precum leaked in a steady stream from the tip ofhis cock while the vibrating plug in his ass throbbed against hisprostate. He’d almost come from that stimulation alone, more thanonce. But, like a good boy, he’d followed instructions. He’d warnedme when his release was close, and I’d simply turned off thevibrations to deny him.

“I have to come,” herasped, near tears. “Please.”

“Your throat sounds awfullydry.” I unzipped my pants and pulled out my own painfully harddick. My commitment to tormenting him tortured me, as well. Istroked down the length and watched his eyes widen at the sight ofme. With a cruel smile, I warned, “Yes, all of this is going insideyou tonight.”

“Anything,” he begged,wetting his lips. “I’ll let you do anything to me. I need tocome.”

“You’re going to come,” Isaid, clucking my tongue. “I’ve already told you that you’ll get tocome. I don’t know why you keep asking.”

He whimpered, and I tapped the head ofmy cock against his lips.

“You wanted to suck mycock,” I reminded him.

“Yes, fuck, anything!” Hebucked against the bench, and I laughed at hispredicament.

“Slide up. Hang your headoff the side.” I’d adjusted the bench’s height for the duration ofour session so far; I pressed my foot on the pedal to slightlylower him. He eagerly scrambled to comply, his mouth falling openin obedience.

It was obvious he’d neversucked a dick in his life, but his technique suggested he’dreceived some truly life-changing blow jobs. Though he was a littleclumsy, he knew how to use his tongue, and he was eager to swallowdown as much of my length as he could. I followed his lead withshallow pumps of my hips, since he didn’t have the leverage forthat kind of motion. With his head bent back over the edge of thebench, he was in the perfect position for me to fuck his face. Hedrew on me hard, moaned low in his chest, whirled his tongue aroundmy shaft like I was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted, andhe was desperate for more. His stamina was incredible. I let him goon dangerously long.

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