Day 1

Heather and I work for the same Hi Tech Company. We have great jobs paying in the low 6 figures. Heather is VP of Marketing, and I am VP of Sales. Our offices are at opposite ends of the huge15th floor of our building. We were looking forward to a week off, because our company was going to put in new carpeting, new desks, rearranging the layout of offices, and rewire the entire floor, with new under floor wiring for phones, computers and modems. Did I tell you this was a PAID week off? Heather and I were soul mates, lovers and owners of a beautiful 4 bedroom home, with 6 bathrooms, commercial kitchen and a beautiful private patio and diving pool. Just past our mid 20's, we were mostly lesbians, but technically we were bi-sexual. Every once and awhile, either Heather or I got the itch for some cock. Our favorite sexual game was a 3 way or 4 way that seemed to turn into and all night sexfest. Whenever one of us brought home a date, after coffee, dinner or a movie out, we would bring our dates home. When we finally got naked, with our date, the other one of us slipped naked in the bedroom, and a 3 way was born. Sometimes both Heather and I brought men home on the same night, a 4 way easily blossomed. We never dated anyone from work, but rumors and gossip flowed freely around the office, including affairs with married bosses.

Heather was celebrating a birthday early the next week, so I took her shopping at several stores, including Victoria's Secret and Frederick's of Hollywood, and we concluded our day, with a late lunch at Heather's favorite expensive restaurant. After lunch, we went home. Heather carried her bags of purchases, anxious to model them for me. I grabbed the mail, ignoring it, and set it on a table in the front entrance hallway. Heather put her bags of purchases just under and alongside the table, where I set the mail. I entered our living room, where there were strange men, but I gasped in horror when I saw what was laid out on the coffee table and floor in front of me. On the floor stood the open suitcases of Heather's and my bondage toys, with extra fresh batteries for everything. On the coffee table stood each of our smaller suitcases of rope and handcuffs. The most embarrassing item I saw was our photo album of candid photos of each of us naked and tied up in various positions and location around our house. When I came out of my shocked stupor, I noticed Heather kneeling on her haunches, with her ankles tied and looking up at what was happening to me. When I looked about, I saw 4 men wearing ski masks, and black Speedos and tennis shoes. For some reason, I was not afraid. All I saw was the bulges in their Speedos. I imagined just how big their hidden cocks were. My mind told me that each of their cocks had to be at least 8" long, when fully erect. I fantasized about each of those being buried to the hilt in my cunt, or taking each of those cocks deep in my throat, and having them come and me swallowing all of their warm sticky gism.

I had to get my brain thinking straight and stop the fantasies swimming around in my head. With Heather tied head and foot, and ballgagged, all four of the ski masked men were working on me. I was standing, ballgagged, and my wrists were tied behind my back, except there was something different about the way my wrists were tied. My wrists were crossed, but my palms were facing my body, instead of the conventional palms facing outward. This forced my elbows to bend and my hands to settle in the small of my back, and forced my 38C breasts to thrust outward. I couldn't even recall them untying my little spaghetti strap bows sitting on my shoulders, and my pretty sun dress slithering down my body and coming off. Neither did I remember them peeling my sheer nudie stay-up hose down my legs and taking them off, along with my heels. Yet the evidence was strewn all around me on the carpeted floor, Heather still knelt nearly motionless on her haunches. Next, my red strapless bra was unhooked and sprang to the floor, and my breasts billowed forth. Even though my tits were 38Cs, Heather's were even bigger, and we have had several discussions about breast reduction surgery somewhere down the road. So, I stood there, nearly naked, dressed only in my silk bikini panties.

All of a sudden, one of the men took off his ski mask. Wearing only a Speedo, I had already checked out his pecsand abs and narrow hips and wonderful ass. God, I hoped he would be somewhat good looking, or possibly even handsome. What was I doing expecting these home invaders to be male Adonis's? All I can say is that he was dreamy and my heart skipped a beat. He removed my ballgag, and clasped his hands over my cheeks, held my face steady, and kissed me tenderly on the lips. Our kisses grew more insistant, deeper and lasted longer. Just as our mouths opened and we were doing the tongue dance, a 2nd man stepped behind me and grasped my 38C breasts in his big hands. He hefted them, squeezed them, and seemed to push them all the way up my chest. The 2nd guy got my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and he pinched my rosy red nipples, and rolled them into sensitive hot elongated appendages. Now I was gasping for more air, when #1 and I had to come up for air, and moaning from what #2 was doing to my nipples. The 3rd guy somehow got his hand in there and rubbed my pussy and clit, through my panties, until I wanted to either die or come forever. My legs began to shake and my body tingled all over. I wanted to touch #1s face, or ram my fingers inside my panties and finish myself off, or I don't know what, because I was helpless, with my hands tied behind my back. This went on for at least 15-20 minutes, and I was beside myself, and starting to lose my mind, but they never let me come. When the 3 men changed positions to start over on me, I had a chance to glance down on Heather. The 4th guy had undone the bows holding up her summer dress, and it was pooled around her waist. He had removed her strapless bra, and was kneeling behind her, playing with her huge 38D breasts.

They smoothly switched positions and the other's ski masks came off. Besides their bodies, each man was definitely hot looking. The 1st guy was probably the tallest of the 4 men. He fisted my hair, bent my head back, and gave me 3 or 4 of those long slow sexy sensual lips churning deep kisses, that never seem to end. Then he ravaged my mouth, and we were in a passionate all out war of tongues and lips. The 2nd guy, who stood behind me, used only the forefinger of each hand to rub my already extended nipples, first on top, then along their bottoms, and finally up and down along the sides of each nipple. The 3rd guy continued the relentless rubbing of my pussy and clit through my bikini panties. I wanted to come. I desperately needed to come, but anything I tried to say was stifled by the ballgag in my mouth. My panties were soaking wet and my pussy juices had begun to escape and run down my thighs. The racket coming from Heather's ballgagged mouth remained unintelligible, but it was clear that she was in the same sexual distress that I was in. The men switched positions for the 3rd time. The guy who stood in front of me kissed me all around my face, ears, along both of my jaw lines, and the pulse points on either side of my neck. While the 2nd guy standing behind me, held my breasts high and steady, the 1st guy suckled my nipples. I felt as though I was coming apart from the inside and my knees gave way. If it weren't for the guy behind me, holding me up by my tits, I would have crumbled to the floor. After that was over, the kissing guy brought over a pair of nipple clamps. He tightened the thumb screw, until I shrieked from the pain. Meanwhile, I was still being rubbed and tease through my red bikini panties. When I am turn on, my pussy juices really flow, and by now my panties were totally saturated and my pussy cum was running down my inner thighs.

The guys stripped off their Speedos and 9" and 10" cocks were revealed. If they weren't that long at the moment, they soon would be. I was made to kneel, and prepared to suck some big cocks. I knew that I could deep throat all of them, because when Heather and I tied each other up, we simulated doing deep throat by shoving a 12" dildo down each other's throat. I ducked under the 1st big cock, without being told, and began licking his balls. After a few licks, I backed out and looked at Heather, kneeling nearby, with a bit of doubt on her face. She imperceptively nodded to me, and I went back to licking this guy's balls. It did not taste anything like pure male balls. His scrotum tasted different. It was raunchy, but actually tasted good. By then, I had taken his entire ball sac into my mouth, and was sucking hard. When I separated his balls, with my tongue, and sucked them hard, not only did his cock fully stiffen to its full 11" length, but I thought that he tasted like female pussy, plus the faintest fruity taste. These guys had to have been in our house for hours, and there was no way that this guy could have fucked another woman before Heather and I got home. I delivered a load of my saliva to the log in front of my mouth. I licked and swirled my tongue around the enormous circumcised head of his dick. I licked and sucked and bobbed up and down his shaft, and decided that his cock tasted like pussy and either raspberry or strawberry.

Gradually, I took that11" cock deeper and deeper into my mouth and throat. It easily past my gag reflex spot, and was rubbing the back of my throat. He rubbed his cock against the back of my throat several times, pulled out to let me catch my breath, and plunged deep in my throat again and again. I tried to suck the life out of that wild cock, and eventually he erupted, spewing a pent up shit load of come down my throat. After I swallowed all his cum, licked him off, and composed myself, there was another cock waiting for my attention. This one was perhaps only 9-1/2-10" long, but was much thicker than the previous one. I did everything just as I had done to the previous dick, except that at the last minute, when he lost it. He fisted my hair and fucked my face, until he came and shot a gusher of come down my throat. When I had swallowed the little bit of his sperm that did not go directly down my throat, I swallowed it, licked him clean, I was done with him. I was stood up, only to have my saturated panties removed. They were stuffed in my mouth, and I was re-ballgagged. I was made to kneel down completely naked, with my legs spread. They stood Heather up and untied her ankles. As soon as she rose to her feet, her summer dress slid down her body to the floor. Her garter belt and dark stockings were removed, along with her heels. Heather's bra had long ago been taken off, but they also removed her black thong. Heather and I were more or less in the same boat.

Heather resisted, when the 3 men descended upon her toplay with and torment her body. She had apparently had forgotten that she hadn't been with a man for months, and kept lamenting on the subject. All my male pickups had wound up at HIS house recently. However, as the 1st guy's mouth captured her mouth, she succumbed. Heather threw out her 38D tits, so the the 2nd guy could squeeze her breasts and diddle her nipples. When the 3 guyy stuck his hand in there, he was not encumbered by panties. He was using 2 fingers to finger fuck her, and when he wanted to make her come, he rubbed her clit, with his thumb. Heather's screams echoed all over the living room and her knees buckled, as she came for the 1st time. that day. The 3 men rotated with Heather, and did exactly what they had done to me, except the pussy rubbing guy had free access to bare pussy. After their 2nd round, Heather was moaning, screaming, shuddering and shaking. Her knees had turned to Jello, and she was coming and coming. By the 3rd round, Heather could not stand, and had to be held up, as the pussy rubbing continued its relentless assault on Heather's pussy. When they finally finished with her, they laid her down on the carpeting, on her side to recover. After sometime, they rubbed her thong through her sopping pussy, stuffed it in her mouth, and re-ballgagged her.

Meanwhile, while 3 guys were molesting Heather's body and making her come uncontrollably, I was kneeing upright, bound and ballgagged, with my knees spread wide open, and one of the guys was kneeling behind me, with 2 fingers buried deep inn my pussy, and had just started finger fucking me. He took his sopping wet fingers out and began caressing the inner thighs of both of my legs. He dipped his fingers back in my pussy, and rubbed my very sensitive perineum, with his pussy juice laden fingers. Next, he teased me by running those magig fingers round and round my outer pussy lips, followed by the same to my inner pussy lips. He opened me up by using both hands to unfold and spread my intricate pussy lips. He buried those 2 fingers deep inside my cunt, but he only held them steady. I found myself bouncing up and down on those 2 fingers. I couldn't help myself. I had a desperate need to come. I was trying to fuck myself on his fingers, because that's all I had, and I really desperately needed to come. Finally, he used fingers from his other hand to rub my clit, and I moaned and shook and shivered, and stiffened, and shrieked, and came, with fireworks exploding in my head, and my body convulsing uncontrollably. He put me through all of this twice more, before I slumped and convulsed, with my head between my knees.

While I was virtually helpless in an extended orgasmic state, 2 guys ascended on me. My backwards tied wrists were, at last, untied, but the 2 guys grabbed my forearms, crossed and twisted them up between my shoulder blades, and tied my wrists. This was Heather's favorite position to be tied in, and I was beginning to like it, because it gave me a delicious tightness across my chest, and a hopeless inescapable feeling. Heather's and my photo album lay on the floor in front of me, with 2 photos illustrating the details of this tie. In front of me, my nipple clamps were taken off, and the 2 guys were considerate enough to suckle my nipples to ease the pain of my blood pounding back into my numb blood deprived nipples. Next, they fashioned a breast harness by wrapping 2-3 turns of rope tightly around the base of each of my tits, and pulling the ends tight, behind my neck and tying them tight. My jugs were raised on my chest about 2"-3". I was pushed down on my back. One of the men went specifically to my suitcase and retrieved my 9-1/2" X 2-1/2" semi-flexible vibrator, with 3 speeds. While one guy held my legs wide apart, the other guy turned my vibe on low and buried it deep in my pussy. My ankles and knees were then tied together, keeping me stirring and simmering, until the next event they had planned. They left me there on our living room floor, and I noticed that Heather, about 10' away, was tied up like me.

The breast tie really didn't hurt much, other than the dull pounding from my blood vessels trying to deliver fresh blood to my now restricted tits. However, the pounding in my arteries drummed in my pussy. I could stand having my arms tied that way for 4-6 hours, and my tits would last 3-4 hours tied that way, before they started to turn blue. Heather and I watched the 4 men carry load after load of equipment and supplies upstairs, presumably to Heather's and my bedrooms and bathrooms. There were the men's clothes, which had been hidden away in our dining room, plus our clothes, which lay scattered all over the living room floor. Finally, our suitcases of toys and the duffle bags of rope and cuffs, along with our personal photo album, were taken upstairs as proof of our carnal depravity. Since none of our captors had spoken more than a couple words to either of us, I decided to assign arbitrary names to each of them, using the letters A-D, and so I wound up with -

Al
Bill
Charlie
Dean

I felt wonderful lying there bound on my own living room floor, with my own vibrator purring away in my pussy. My tied tits wobbled on my chest and looked the shape of perfect spherical large navel oranges, However, Heather's big heavy 38D breasts sagged just a little, from there own weight and bulk. When all the equipment and supplies had been carried up stairs, including 2 coolers, that had ben hidden behind the sofa, Charlie approached me, and un-tied my knees and ankles, and then removed my buzzing vibrator, from my pussy. Next he removed my ballgag and fished my sopping panties from my mouth. I had enjoyed the taste of sucking on my own pussy juices. Charlie's cock grew no longer than my own vibrator that had just been in side me, which Charlie had taken out, after he untied my ankles and knees. While his cock was no longer than my vibrator, it was much thicker, perhaps a full 3" in diameter. . Charlie eased his cock inside me millimeter by millimeter. GOD, it was tight and slightly painful, but as my pussy juices began flowing and, my vagina automatically adjusted for his thick cock, we flowed into a plunging thrusting sexual frenzy. He had thrown my legss over his shoulders, and he penetrated me deeper and deeper. When we came, my scream was smothered by his wet mouth possessing kiss. Charlie rolled off me, did not ,make me lick his cock clean, and I had recovered, Dean came swaggering over to me, and loomed over me. He knew he had the biggest cock there.

His cock stood fully erect and straight out in front of him. From where I lay on the floor, it sure looked to be 11" long, but it could have been 1/4" shorter than that, but you'll have to find Dean and prove me wrong. It was not unusually thick, and perhaps a little thinner than my aforementioned vibrator. He easily entered me and slowly advanced his member inch by inch. No matter his size or girth, I knew that my vagina would adjust to whatever was in there. Feeling no pain, and determined that I could take what ever he had, I wrapped my free legs around his waist and drew him even deeper inside me. Dean grabbed each of my spherical tits, with one hand while supporting most of his weight with his elbows. I had him in a leg locked death grip and all Dean could do was to thrust back and forth a few inches in and out. After about 5 minutes of this, everyone heard my scream, which came after I shuddered, stiffened, came and shattered into thousands of pieces of orgasmic ecstasy. I think it took Dean longer to recover and gain his senses, after that intense screwing. and he had to ask one of the other guys what was he supposed to do next.

Heather and I were brought to a position just outside the kitchen entryway, and laid out on our sides, on the carpet, in the "69" position to eat each other out. Our ankles were tied together and our faces were positioned right in each other's pussies. Two of the men rummaged through our commercial kitchen and started cooking dinner. After Heather and I had teased and licked and sucked each other to 2 orgasms apiece, Charlie took me to the guest bathroom off the hallway next to my office. I sat bound on the toilet and peed. When I stood up, Charlie had a small hand towel ready, He washed my pussy and patted it dry. He also washed and dried my inner thighs and perineum to clean the cum and pussy juices that had oozed onto those areas. Finally he cleaned the pussy juices off my face, from eating out Heather. There were no toothbrushes, so I had to be content with a good swig of mouthwash to try and rid the mixture of tastes from my mouth. I was taken into the kitchen, still stringently bound, and seated in a center chair on one side of the 6 seat kitchen table. Heather sat across from me, and each of us had a guy seated on either side of us, and they wound up feeding us. Our dinner was delicious and Heather and I had much more food available to us, than we could possibly eat. I want to note that we had all the wine we could drink, but coffee was not offered to us. In deference to the many readers who did not want to hear about what we ate for our various meals in my previous story, they are not included herein.

I did have a chance to study all 4 men, during dinner, in a little more detail. All of them were around 6'0" - 6'-2" tall and just about perfect for us. They all seemed to work out and keep in shape, with beautiful abs and pecs, along with narrow hips and hot tight butts. Before, I was totally fixated on what was inside the Speedos they all initially wore. Charlie was the 1st guy to have me. He had the 9-1/2" X 3" thick cock. He was blonde haired, with penetrating big blue eyes, and thick eyebrows and eyelashes. Charlie had a prominent dimple in his chin, which really looked sexy, when he smiled. Dean, with the 11" X 2" cock had me next. He had sandy blonde hair and bright hazel eyes and luscious thin lips, that could easily turn into a mean sneer. I would have to watch myself, with him, for I didn't know what he might do if I pissed him off. Al and his 10" X 2" cock had brown hair and big brown eyes, with gold flecks in them. To me, this was a sign of an easy going good natured person. He had a small mouth, but with thick sensuous lips and perfect perhaps overly white teeth. Finally, Bill had almost true black hair, worn a little long, with natural waves on top. His eyes were, also, almost pure black and very hard to read. His cock was a little longer than 10", and its thickness was between 2-1/2" and 3" thick. He had a big wide succulent mouth that always seemed to be smiling. With dinner over, Al and Bill had done all the food preparation and cooking. This left Charlie and Dean for KP duty.

Al and Bill took Heather and me upstairs to my bedroom, where I had a large cherry wood semi-antique 4 poster bed, with upper rails all around to hang the missing canopy. Our arm wrenching bonds were finally taken off. And we had only moments to stretch and exercise our arms ans shoulders, before our wrists were bound behind our backs in our own pre-crossed padded leather cuffs. We were made to kneel down, and I was forced to suck off Bill, while Heather had to suck off Al. So far, I had enjoyed everything they had done to me, and if I cooperated, I saw no indication that I was really in any physical harm. Charlie and Dean arrived in my bedroom, after finishing cleaning up the kitchen, and expected their blowjobs. That task fell to Heather. Not only did she have to suck off Charlie's big thick cock, but she also had to suck off the 11" cock of Dean. I was stood up, and my crossed leather padded cuffs were removed, only to be replaced by a single padded leather cuff on each of my ankles and wrists. Each cuff had a length of rope tied to the "D" ring that was sewn into each cuff. I was brought to one side of my bed, and tied and stretched, facing out into my bedroom, in a standing spread-eagle. My wrist cuffs were tied to the upper corners of the top rail, and my ankles were spread and tied nearly 4' apart to the legs of my bed, so that I could only stand on my toes. Finally, they blindfolded me.

It started innocently enough. One of them was on my bed behind me, while the other one stood in front of me. With the lightest of touches. both of them began caressing and stroking my body everywhere, except my breasts and my sex. My reaction was immediate, and my body involuntarily tingled, from head to toe. In anticipation of what was to come. They played me like a one stringed instrument, until I began moaning and purring from the sensual sensations that were flooding my body and mind. After perhaps 10 or 15 minutes, a pair of hands came around, from behind ne, and began squeezing, and kneading, and pushing up my chest, and letting them fall so that my nipples rippled over his knuckles. Moments later 2 fingers began circulating round and round my pussy lips. I felt my most private petals unfurling for him, and I was getting wet and turned on. Next, soft sensuous lips brushed over my mouth, and that quickly escalated into a full blown passionate kiss. Our tongues probed and tasted each other's mouths. It must have been 5 minutes or more, before we broke the kiss and came up for air. Meanwhile, the hands behind me were attacking my nipples, pinching and pulling and rolling them between his fingers. I arched my back and pushed my nipples into his capable hands, but I never was quite able to catch up to what they were doing to me. Already, I was in the midst of an even deeper and longer kiss. My head was bent back, as he ravaged my mouth. There was simply too much that they did to me, that I couldn't take it, and moaned and gasped and mewed.

When the guy in front of me sank 2 fingers deep in my pussy and began finger fucking me, I reached my limit and begged and pleaded for them to let me come, but it turned out that coming was a long way off. There were, I think, 3 more rounds of deep passionate kissing, breast and nipple tormenting, and finger fucking, in which I had to lick and suck his fingers wet with my pussy juices, not to mention occasional rubbing of my clit, just to the point of tumbling over into the world of orgasmic bliss, but they never let me come. My head was spinning and I couldn't think coherently. Begging and pleading to be allowed to come was futile, because they were Hell bent on a course that would ultimately drive me out of my mind. It all stopped dead for a few moments, and then I felt the beautiful tongue, of one of them, licking and sucking along my widely spread inner thighs, right up to my dripping pussy. He licked and suck my sensitive perineum moved on to lick and suck my outer and inner labia lips, and settled on tongue fucking my pussy, but again they wouldn't let me come. The 2nd guy picked up where the 1st one had left off, except that he repeated everything the 1st guy did, and in addition used his tongue just enough , on my clit, to tease me into thinking that he would take me into spasmodic oblivion. But alas, NO, and I was thwarted again, and was close to losing my mind.

Suddenly they stopped. The padded cuffs, that held my wrists to the upper corners of my bed's top rails were unbuckled. My arms were briefly free. Freedom didn't last long. They seized my free arms, and forced them behind my back, and buckled them into the same crossed cuffs that I was forced to wear, during my earlier blowjob, before I was spread-eagled to my bed. Next, the ropes holding my legs spread open were un-tied, they turned me around, facing my bed, and my ankles were re-tied so they were spread as wide apart as they previously were. Finally, a rope was tied to my wrist cuffs, looped over the top rail and pulled, until I was bent over at my waist, in the strappado position. WHACK! I felt the initial crack of one of our pin pong paddles hit my ass cheek. You couldn't buy just 1 ping pong paddle, because they seemed to be sold only in pairs. Heather had bought them about a month ago, and when she had me tied up in a compromising position, she took pleasure in spanking me with them. I ALWAYS responded to her spankings, with a dripping wet pussy. Heather would experiment on me, and it was not unusual for me to come, especially when she whacked my titties. Anyway, Al and Bill each had a paddle, and they smacked and pounded my poor ass, until it was good and sore, and must have been a fiery red color, but I could feel my pussy juices running down my inner thighs.

What came next felt like a frustration relieving rape. Both Al and Bill fucked me hard and long, doggie-style. Often, each of them reached around me to diddle my titties, otherwise one of them held me by my waist or my hips, and slammed in and out of my cunt. They just kept pounding into me, ignoring my screams and orgasms, until they satisfied themselves and finally came. I was so turned on from their "foreplay" and my paddling, that I came at least 3 or 4 times. When they finished with me, I was quickly released and collapsed face first on the bed in front of me. Once all my cuffs and ropes were removed, The blindfold came off , and I was flipped onto my back. The cuffs that held me in the strappado position were re-buckled on my wrists in front of me. I hadn't heard a word orsound from Heather. Where was she? What were they doing to her? They dragged me more or less to the lower center of the bed, and a pillow was shoved under my ass. The rope from my wrist cuffs was tied to the headboard of the bed. Although it seemed to me to be a wasted step, The ankle cuffs and attached rope, were re-buckled on my ankles. The ropes were pulled and my legs were stretched so wide apart, that they were tied, not to the corner posts of the bed, but well up the side rails of the bed, so that I was nearly doing the splits. The guys had recovered completely, and first Bill, followed by Al, fucked me thoroughly, and slowly, and steadily, until each of them took me into paroxysms of nearly unbearable spasmodic rapture.

After I recovered, I was taken into my bathroom, with my wrist cuffs still on in front of me., but my ankle cuffs had been removed. I was able to sit on the toilet and pee, get a washrag and dampen it. clean the cum off my legs and wash my pussy. I grabbed a hand towel off a towel rack and dry myself off. They didn't make it all that easy for me, especially when both Al and Bill were right there in my bathroom with me. I think that I would have had one of them clean me up. They knew about my prescription Ambien sleeping pills. Work is often very stressful, and it can, also, be very exciting and thought provoking. Consequently, perhaps once or twice a week, I took an Ambien capsule to help me get to sleep. Before I left my bathroom they made me swallow 2 Ambien capsules. I was taken back to my bed, where my cuffed wrists were again bound to the rope still tied to the headboard of my bed. I languidly settled in the center of my bed, with Al and Bill nestled on either side of me. One of them pulled up the sheet, to cover us, and I was soon fast asleep.


Day 2

I dreamt during the night, and was awakened by the gentle sshaking of my shoulders. I dreamed of being fucked by giant cocks, and other minor sexual delights. My eyes flew open, and I felt invigorated, except that Charlie and Dean were there. What happened to Al and Bill, who I had gone to bed with? They freed me from the cuffs that my wrists had been tied to all night. Then, I had a funny feeling in my pussy and my lips were a little swollen and sore. Finally, I noticed the pool of cum that stuck to my thighs and lay congealing on the bed sheet. One or more of them had fucked me, during the night, while I was under the influence of my Ambien prescription. They unbuckled the cuffs that had held me to my bed allm night, and left the cuffs attached to the bed's headboard. As soon as I was out of bed and on my feet, my wrists were tied behind my back, with rope. They took me into my bathroom and made me kneel on a bathmat and bend over my bathtub's edge. A few minutes later, Al and Bill brought in Heather, bound as I was, and made her kneel next to me, bent over the edge of my bathtub. I knew what they had planned for us, do you? They brought the necessary Fleet's equipment, and anything else they needed was readily available.

Heather had purchased a long bumpy strap-on dildo that we could have used either in fucking one's pussy or up the butt hole, but we never got around to trying it. Then one day, when Heather was out, I experimented and gave myself an enema. I read a book during the recommended 30 minute interval, while the magic solution, inside my colon. did its work. After 30 minutes, I sat on the toilet and expelled, in 2 separate bowel movements, everything in my lower colon came out. Nothing about the whole process hurt at all. It was smelly, and the bathroom fans would have to be turned on, but other than a little discomfort, when all that shit poured out, The experience was easily tolerable. Dean and Charlie each poured a packet of the Fleet's enema powder, filled the bag with warm water, and shook them thoroughly. The tinyFleet's nozzle was lubed with K-Y jelly. The entire 6" longassembly easily slipped past Heather's and my rosebud spinctor and seated. As the bag was hung on the shower curtain rod above our heads, the valve was opened and the sudsy liquid poured into our bowels. When the enema bags were empty, the valves were closed and the feeder tube pulled from the valve. The roiling contents of Heather's and my colin were sealed in their unsettled home for the next 1/2 hour or so. What had these guys cooked up to pass the 1/2 hour waiting time? The empty enema bags and tubing were left in the bathtub, to be cleaned later. Heather and I were taken to my bedroom, and forced to sit on the edge of my bed, and then lie back on large pool towels that covered the end of my 4 poster bed.

I immediately noticed that the sheets on my bed had been changed, and any evidence of the cum, or evidence of my middle of the night mysterious fucking had disappeared. Al and Bill took over. Heather keeps a neat short blonde bush, what you might call a landing strip[, thsanks to the rechargeable electric trimmer she owns. However, I shave my red pubic hair in a sort of a loose triangle that my tiniest bikinis and panties will hide, and leave it at about 1" long. Al used the electric shears to plow my pubis mons hairs down to a height of 1/8" - 1/4" long. For my pussy hairs along each side of my labia lips, Bill held my pussy lips stretched and steady, and Al buzzed along each side of my pussy slit, with his battery powered shears. After Al sheared Heather's pussy, a lemon-lime aerosol Foamy shaving cream was whooshed onto Heather's and my pussy areas to be shaved. Al used a Lady Schick single edged injector blade razor to shave our pussies clean as a whistle. A 1/2 dampened hand towel was used to wash off any excess shaving cream, and rubbed dry. Heather and I were flipped onto our bellies. We were forced to kneel on the bed, with our faces buried in the mattress, and our asses high in the air. Neither of us had much in the way of hair back there. Nevertheless, our ass cracks were sheared and shaved and washed and dried. I was taken into my bathroom, had the Fleet's valve pulled out of my butt, before I was plunked down on the toilet seat.

Heather was taken back to her room. Both the shower fan and the exhaust fan, and the fan in the wall had been turned on. My wrists remained tied behind my back with rope. When "IT" all came out, I was helped over to the warm water bidet to get comfortably and thoroughly clean. With my wrists still tied behind my back, I was able to reach the bidet's on/off switch. I gave myself 3 cycles, for good measure. Then, Al and Bill took me into my multi-jet shower. I have never had such a shower. First, my hair was washed with a floral scented shampoo, followed by a passion fruit scented conditioner, and that was done all over again. Both Al and Bill used a shower mitt and lots of passion fruit shower gel to soap me up, plus their own bodies, except for my tits and pussy. My breasts were over soaped by each of them, and received an individual feeling up and slow washing by each of them. Finally, each of them used clear spray water to flush the inside of my pussy and do a little extra feeling around in there. Al announced that he had to get downstairs and start cooking breakfast, and put me down on my knees. It wasn't my fault that Al got short shrift on his BJ. He waved off my attempt to go for his balls first. Instead, he hardened up while he grasped 2 fistfuls of my wet hair, and almost automatically, and without any feeling or emotion, fucked my mouth, until he came. I swallowed my 1st mouthful of fresh cum EVEN BEFORE BREAKFAST!

Bill seemed to be in no hurry, so I pivoted on my knees and started in on licking and sucking his scrotum. I unabashedly stuck my chest out, and every chance I got, I brushed my hard firm 38C tits and nipples across Bill's thighs. By the time I had done all the preliminary licking and sucking, and was beginning to take Bill's beautiful prick into my throat, I had him cold, and his cock was mine. Another 5 minutes or so of rubbing the back of my throat, with Bill's cock, interspursed by a little bobbing and sucking, and he finally gave it up. And sjot the most delicious tasting load of cum mostly down my throat. This last excursion had left ,me feeling good about myself. I wanted more, and the Hell with breakfast. I must have mumbled this aloud, and Bill mmust have heard me, for he said, "Breakfast can wait a little longer." Bill got me to my feet and backed me against the shower wall. His fingers were in my twat, checking to see if I was ready, and subsequently opening my pussy petals to insure that he could easily slip right inside me. Bill had just come from my blowjob, and I knew that it would take a lot of extra pumping to get off. Nevertheless Bill slipped his half hard prick into my cunt. I could have hardened him up again, with my mouth, but he chose to slowly move in and out of my pussy. I tightened and scrunched my vaginal muscles around his 10+", rapidly hardening cock.

I didn't understand how Bill had been so vicious and seemingly vindictive, when he hammered my mouth during my blowjob, and switched to being so relatively gentle, while he screwed me standing up. Every thrust into me had to have some meaningful force behind it. Some of them raised me up on my toes, and other thrusts slammed me back against the shower wall. It probably took 10-15 minutes longer than normal, and the constant kissing and making out certainly helped, and Bill and I finally came together in spectacular well anticipated orgasms. Before we exited the shower, Bill, of course had to re-wash my pussy, with clear water. He dried me off, except my hair covered in the turban towel. When we climbed out of the shower, Bill freed my wrists, from the soaked rope that had bound me, during, my blowjobs and fucking against the shower wall. Bill rubbed in some white Aloe smelling lotion into every area where I had been shaved down there, and I was left to finish drying my hair, put a few sexy waves in it, and tie it in a high ponytail, with the little ribbon Bill left me. I did the best that I could with what I had and least looked pretty hot in Bill's arm as we descended the stairs arm-in-arm on our way to the kitchen. Bound with my wrists crossed behind my back, I was put in my usual kitchen chair, between 2 of them, and across from Heather, who sat stoically opposite me. Besides juice and coffee, breakfast was like a short order joint, where I could have anything that I wanted.

The minute that Heather and I stopped eating, breakfast was over for us. We were dragged just through the 7' opening between the kitchen and the dining room, which could have been sealed off by closing the pocket doors hidden in the extra wide walls. Heather and I had our largest remote controlled vibrators shoved up our twats, and tied in place with no foolin' around double crotchropes. After the vibes were checked, they were left buzzing away on high. We were made to kneel upright, knees to knees, pussy to pussy, and tits to tits. They tied us together at our armpits, waists, and just above our knees, plus both of us had our ankles tied together. As it turned out Heather and I were out of the guys way for about an hour. All 4 of them had much to do. The leftover food had to be packed in the refrigerator, the used dishes had to be rinsed and put in the dishwasher, some large utensils had to be scrubbed by hand. In addition, items were being taken out of the refrigerator and freezer to be started as future meals. Heather caught me staring intently at what the guys were doing in our kitchen. Although not related to cooking, I did spot 2 items of interest. I noticed 4 bottles of their Viagra and or Cialis pills lined up neatly on one of the counters, and sitting beside them were 2 little bottles of liquid, with bulbous spray atomizers attached. There was enough slack in the underarm rope that tied us together, that we could easily whisper to each other. I had Heather turn all the way around and study what I was looking at.

Those guys could have drug induced hard-ons all day long, and maybe those atomizers were the reason that their cocks tasted like fresh pussy, plus some other flavor? Heather broke my self induced trance by kissing me hard. Where had I been, and what had I been doing? We went at each other like we needed to recover half of our lives. We certainly ravaged, if not raped each other's mouths. We caught up to what those giant vibrators, in our pussies, were doing to our whole sexual nervous system. Those vibrators in our twats were mechanical, and buzzed on their own, and Heather and I conquered the Universe, within seconds of each other, and splintered into our own portion of the Universe, and came and came. From that 1st double orgasm, Heather and I gave in and turned ourselves over to the whims of the vibrators buried in our pussies. 3 or 4 orgasms later, plus some minor lip swelling and bruising, and a definite bite mark that Heather gave me at the peak of one of her orgasms, and the guys were finished in the kitchen and came and "rescued" us from each other. After they released us from all the ropes that tied us together, plus our crotchropes and RC vibrators, and the padded leather cuffs on our wrists, we were free, momentarily. Heather and I resisted and fought, but it took 2 of them on each of our wrists, to tie them really tightly crossed, behind our backs, with our palms facing inward towards our bodies.

From our still kneeling positions, it seemed only natural that we would have to suck the guys off, and I somehow ended up with Charlie's 3" thick cock. I licked that all day lollipop, until it was dripping with my saliva and immediately tasted the flavors of sweet fresh pussy and raspberry on his cock. The only time that he had the chance to spray his dick wass right there in my kitchen. Next, I took the giant head of his cock in my mouth. I sucked that sucker and slowly twirled my tongue. I started to take Charlie's cock deeper and deeper into my mouth, sucking as hard as I could. and Then Charlie was really beginning to respond and was making all the right noises from his throat and mouth. I began to suck and take him in deeper and deeper, bobbing and sucking as I took more and more of him in my mouth, and into my throat. He never grabbed my head or hair, and let me do all the work. Slowly but surely I finally had him buried as far into my throat as his thick cock would go. It didn't take much longer. I rubbed the head of Charlie's cock against the back of my throat several times, and he gushed out several streams of his hot gism down my throat. He seemed quite surprised that he shot his load already. Mean Dean was standing right next to me, and he presented his straight as an arrow nearly 11" cock for me to suck. So far, we had had no run ins, and all was well, but I still didn't trust him. As soon as I opened my mouth just a little, he grabbed my head and had a good portion of his cock halfwaydown my throat. From that point on, all I could do was to hang on and let him fuck my mouth, until he came.

After Heather finished her 2nd BJ on Bill, we were helped to our feet. Our wrists were still tied crossed behind our backs, with our palms facing in and our elbows bent at about a 90 degree angle, which forced our breasts to jut outward. Someone put a CD in my stereo system, and slow romantic tunes began to fill the air. I started to remember the Johnny Mathis songs from watching reruns of American Bandstand, from my high school years. One after another the guys crushed Heather and me to their chests, and we would start dancing in time, more or less, with the music. As I followed the lead of my partner, we took steps that were no more than 1"-2" long. They held me either by wrapping both hands around my back, or with one hand around my back, and his other hand around my neck. I danced 2 oor 3 songs with each of the 4 guys. I really don't remember, because I was completely dazed and my head was spinning from the rapture of the music and the fact that all four guys constantly kissed me crazy, while we danced. The one annoying turn on was that, while we danced, the guys peckers got between my legs and rubbed my pussy. When the music finally stopped, I really needed to get fucked, reminding myself that I had not felt the sweet feeling of a cock filling my cunt, since my shower earlier that morning, after my enema.

Heather and I were laid out on the carpeted floor, on our sides, in the "69" position. Two guys held our upper legs up at a 90 degree angle, while the other 2 guys kept our faces buried in each other's pussies. From the psitions we were in, I had Heather's pussy upside down to work with. Heather used her tongue and did everything known to man, and easily got me off at least 5 minutes before I was able to uncover her clit, and lick and suck and nibble on it, until she finally came. Wee were helped to our feet, and at long last were freed from that horrible reverse hands tie, which I was getting a little used to, but our freedom didn't last long. Our arms and wrists were quickly re-tied in the reverse double hammerlock position, which was my favorite bondage position, but Heather preferred to be tied a bit more restrictively in the reverse prayer position, with a 2nd rope tightly binding her upper arms, just above her elbows. We were taken into the dining room, and made to bend over the dining table, with our legs spread wide apart. Our dining table,, with its leaves installed, was setup to seat 8 people. The table had pads that were cut to match each section of the table, and covered with a fitted plastic tablecloth, that looked and felt like real linen. Heather and I were ballgagged, and I immediately knew what was in store for us next.

First, Heather and I had our asses soundly paddled, by the guys using the ping pong paddles, until our ass cheeks were a brilliant fiery red, Since I was a redhead with very fair skin, I imagined That I got the worst of it. Two guys each fucked Heather's and my assholes. I'm ashamed to report that with persistent and added stimulation of my clit, I came each time all over the place. I had been cleaned up and disinfected, and thought it was over. However, the guys had fitted our one and only 12" bumpy strapon-on dildo on Heather. They forced her to fuck my asshole by spanking her already reddened butt. With the bumps and the confinement of her thrusts mainly to my more sensitive nerve containing rectum, Heather was able to make me shriek and come. After everyone had been cleaned up and disinfected, Heather's and my ballgags were removed. Heather was ordered to kneel near the end of the dining room table. Meanwhile, all 4 guys picked me up and laid me out crosswise on my back on the dining table, with my head hanging down backwards over the edge of the table. The base of my tits were wrapped 2 or 3 times around their base, and tied behind my neck, to form a breast bondage halter, which both lifted and turned my tits into nearly perfect globes that held my tits out and pointing upwards. Finally, my nipples were sucked, until they formed hard stiff peaks. Vibrating clamps were attached to my nipples. The clamps totally covered my nipples. The tiny thumb screws were tightened, until I winced, and then tightened another 1/4turn, and I cringed and moaned from the initial pain.

Charlie was showing off a new penis gag. The penis gags that I had seen online had a panel to cover the mouth, and straps and buckles to fasten it. The 7" phallus was on the outside of the face panel, and was designed for the female dom to ride in the face of the tied up subbie, who had only about a 2" little nub protruding in her mouth, and giving her a little something to suck on, to keep her occupied. The newer type penis gag, that Charlie had, was identical, except assembled backwards. The 7" phallus/dildo was mounted so that the entire length would be going in my mouth! Long ropes were tied to my ankles, and my legs were tied splayed wide open and tied over my head and below the farthest corner of the table. It was a lewd display. My butt was elevated off the table, and I had no hope of closing my legs, to, at least, cover or minimize the exposure of my pussy. My knees were about even with my tits, and I uselessly struggled and flailed my legs, but my whole female sexual anatomy was wide open and exposed. My legs were tied so far apart that at least 1/2 of my pussy petals were stretched and open for anyone to see and play with. Charlie took the Damn penis gag and stuffed it in my twat, which was still pretty wet and juicy. When he took it out, it dripped with my pussy juices, and Charlie shoved the whole thing halfway down my throat, and buckled it in place. The penis gag was about 2-1/2 thick and seemed to be a little longer than 7". The only thing that I could do was to suck on the invader and swallow my own pussy juices.

Then, I felt the beautiful sensation of one of the guys lapping his tongue through my pussy. It felt so good that I thought I might swoon, and later nearly did. All 4 of my captors ate me out thoroughly, and gave me the works. They did, to some extent, had to watch and time their tongue rapes of my twat, because Heather was kneeling on the flor by my table and madly sucking everyone of them off, and her current suckee couldn't get to my glorious juicy pussy, until she had finished with the cock that she was currently sucking. Everyone of them started on my spread legs, either as a whole, or just my inner thighs were either softly caressed, which can be as sensual as licking or kissing. All 4 of them gradually worked his way up to the apex of my legs. By then, I was moaning uncontrollably and losing my ability to think clearly. Even though they licked me separately, it was cumulative, and all roads led to my very sensitive perineum. Although my perineum was not the center of my sexual core, it was the gateway to my inner being. Each of them used their mouths, tongues, and fingers in a variety of ways to plow through my pussy parts in our mutual goal of them reaching my clit and making me come. In this type of event, none of the men were so gauche that they went right for my precious little love button. My pussy lips were licked and licked and licked, along with being sucked and nibbled upon, as they turned redder and redder. Charlie and a couple other guys grabbed and stretched my pussy lips, to open me up more and more.

This inevitably led to a good and thorough tongue fucking, which led to a couple of shocking orgasms for me. From that point on, my clit was their sole objective. The little nubbin had already peeked out from it protective hood, and was beginning to become engorged and turning red. By then, I could no longer control myself. I uselessly pleaded into my penis gag my need to come. They licked and sucked and nibbled on my growing red clit, until I came once or twice or even 3 times. I just don't know, but I gave my muffled version of a scream and tried to bite that damn penis gag in half. After I came, the penis gag was alternately plunged in either Heather's or my cunts, and then re-buckled deep in my mouth. During this brief respite, all I could do was to gasp for air, while my chest heaved up and down. It was over, and my whole body tingled from the roots of my hair down to my toes. While I relaxed and settled down, my spread ankles and legs were freed. It took a lot of sucking of my nipples and breasts, when the nipple clamps and breast halter bondage were removed, to lessen my pain and help the normal blood flow to return to my nipples and breasts. After I had finally settled down, Bill helped me off the dining room table, and we exited the dining room. The last thing that I saw was Heather being hefted up on the dining room table. I was still bound in the reverse hammerlock position, and Bill took me through the kitchen and down into the basement. We stopped between 2 of 3 supporting posts set 10' apart to hold up a girder that supported the rest of the house. When we remodeled our basement, the metal posts, supporting the girder had been covered with a prefab layer of smooth white vinyl.

Bill removed my reverse hammerlock bondage rope, and told me that we would be making love and other wise fooling around 1 or more times a day, without the use of ropes or any other bindings. While Bill tied the rope that had been binding my arms and wrists, and simply tied it, with a half hitch to one of the posts. I was in shock and unknowingly had backed up to one of the posts, and clasped my hands, behind my back, and my hands tightly grasped the post. I thought of Hather, and how she would now have 3 men to use and play with her 3 holes. She would love the attention. Bill gently rubbed and caressed my upper arms. He bent down and his 1st kiss was but a whisper of contact between our lips. The 2nd kiss lasted a little longer. By the 3rd kiss, our lips had melded together for a long passionate kiss. I had put my arms around his neck, drawing our bodies together, and slobbering and kissing each other like there was no tomorrow. Bill picked me up and laid me out on our antique pool table. This pool table had been sort of a thorn in Heather's and my sides. The people we bought the house from had left it behind, because it weighed a ton. When we remodeled the basement, it took 6 guys to lift the pool table to its present location, before the carpeting could be installed. The legs were heavy wide barrel shaped supports. The surface was 1" thick slate, and the pockets were the old fashioned woven mesh individual pool table pockets.

Heather and I had put down 4" thick foam pads, and then covered everything with a fitted heavy duty plastic cover. I lay unfettered n the center of the pool table, with Bill stretched out beside me. Wee resumed our kissing, and soon he started kissing me everywhere. He started with my closed eyes, over to swirl his tongue aroundthe inside of my ears, and then all over my face and jaw line, and the hollows and pulse points in my neck. He was driving me wild. It was a whole new experience. When Bill licked and kissed around my nipples, and suckled my tender peaks, I shrieked my pleasure. Also, while Bill was al

attending to my breasts, he wormed his fingers in my pussy to open me up. Before I blinked, Bill was atop me, with his big mother rock hard cock poised at the entrance to my love tunnel. Slowly and steadily he pushed his cock deeper and deeper inside me. Soon he was buried fully inside me and my vaginal muscles held him fully sheathed in the depths of my warm and tight love canal. Bill started slowly moving in and out, and he fucked me slowly and thoroughly as long as we could stand it. Bill was now fully atop me, with most of his weight plastering me to the plastic covered pool table. I spread my legs further apart and arched my back, as we went at each other as fast as we could. When we finally gloriously came, bill smothered my scream, with a long slow deep passionate kiss, but my body seemed to shatter and my soul was scattered to the various parts of the Universe.

We lay in each other's arms cuddling, as we both came down. I surreptitiously put my hand around Bill's cock, and was pleased to find it at least 3/4 hard. I was beginning to like this new format and my new found sexual liberation, so I asked Bill if we could go again. In a flash, Bill was on top of me with his mostly hard cock in my cunt. Believe me, with only a few thrusts, Bill's cock was as hard as ever. We went at each other like maniacs. I reached down between us and fondled his balls, while Bill slipped a hand between us to find and rub my clit. I think the explosion, when we both came, sent each of us into never never land. I had an inspiration, and without any come down time, I grabbed Bill's prick, before it had a chance to receed, and I dragged him off the pool table and knelt in front of him, with his prick still in my right hand. I used my hands and tongue to harden im up, and then gave him the best blowjob that I could. The new free uninhibited me felt wonderful. Bill and I used the basement bathroom. When I came out, Bill said that he had to return me back upstairs, the same way he took me downstairs. So, I crossed my wrists behind my back, up between my shoulder blades. And Bill used the rope, that he had hung on one of the posts, and tightly re-tied my wrists. Bill took me upstairs and into the dining room, where I could see all the toys, that came next, laid out on the dining room table.

Bill rutted around, with 2 or 3 fingers in my box, to be sure that I was still wet and ready, but then he made me lick my pussy juices off his fingers. Bill plunged my 9-1/2" X 2-1/2" vibrator deep into my cunt, and followed it by tying the vibrator deep inside me using a double crotchrope. The 1st doubled strands of the crotchrope buried the vibrator in my twat, but then a 2nd double strand of rope was carefully threaded through my ass crack, and carefully placed on the outside of my pussy lips, to pinch them over the vibrator. All the ropes were checked and re-tightened, and the big vibrator was turned on high, which meant that I was getting a headstart on Heather. My breasts got a pretty rough, but thorough, feeling up, all to get my nipples peaked and hard. On the dining room table next lay 2 pairof the alligator clip nipple clamps, each pair connected by a chain. Right in front of my eyes, Bill spun the 2 strands of chain, until they were tightly spun together, and their length had been reduced in length considerably. Bill attached the 1st clamp sideways to my right nipple. The tiny teeth of the alligator clip bit into my nipple. Bill had to push my breasts together, about an inch in order to clamp the 2nd nipple clamp on my left nipple. The biting pain of the stretched clamp's teeth sank into my nipples and searing pain shot through me.

The 3 other guys brought Heather into the dining room. She gave me a broad smile when she saw me, and I figured that she had a great time in my absence. I noted that she was already wearing a crotchrope, presumably with a vibrator of some kind buried in her pussy, and her wrists were tied behind her back, with her palms facing inward and her elbows bent at a 90 degree angle. Heather and I were forced to kneel upright facing each other, with a number of our body parts touching. At first, they used long 3" wide belts to draw and cinch our thighs and waists tightly together. Next, the remaining 2 alligator nipple clamps were clamped onto Heather's stiff nipple peaks. Once our nipples were securely attached, a final wide leather belt, was passed behind our bound arms and our backs, and drawn and buckled mashing our tits and upper torsos closely together. It took all 4 guys to get our heads aligned just right and tied securely. They used a pair of our nylons. One guy grabbed each of our heads, bent them at a 90 degree angle, while the other 2 guys pushed our lips together, and tied, using opposing stockings lashed Heather's and my lips together at the angle for the deepest kisses possible. Heather's lips were so soft and warm, as we each began working our jaws as a prelude to even deeper and longer kisses. Her breath smelled, much as I suspected mine did, as a mixture of cum and pussy and other faint odors.

Up to this point, this was the most sensual and intimate way Heather and I had been tied together, and I aimed to take full advantage of our situation. The toothed nipple clamps provided just the right amount of pain that my pussy tingled at either of our slightest movements. Our kisses grew deeper and longer. My tongue thoroughly raked the inside of Heather's mouth, but that did nothing for either of us. I noticed that the ridges on the roof of her mouth were very prominent, like hackles, and licked them sensually. This spurred Heather on, but shortly thereafter Heather had her 1st orgasm. I felt her pre come stiffness. I felt her entire body stiffen and quiver against me, as she came and groaned or moaned into my mouth. For the betterpart of an hour, Heather and I made out and came. I could see that our cold lunch was ready, but most of the guys came out of the kitchen. just to watch Heather and me in our predicament, and to see us come. Heather and I each had our own final body shattering brain scrambling orgasm, and since we had an audience, we screamed our satisfaction and fulfillment at the top of our lungs. We were released ,from all bondage restraints and toys, except that our arms remained bound, as they were, and we were put in our kitchen chairs for lunch. After lunch, Heather and I were taken down to our cellar/basement.

We found ourselves ball gagged, and tied in a standing spread-eagle. Our basement ceiling had never been finished off. Thus there were innumerable places to bind our wrists to, in the ceilings cross braces and bridge work. Our legs were spread awfully far apart, and tied to the 10' spaced posts, about 3-1/2' apart. Each of our 4 captors held a menacing looking suede flogger, with one of then in front of Heather and me,, and another one standing behind us. Without any warning, WHACK, TWHACK, WHACK, and TWHACK, the flogger swished and hummed in the air, and cracked across our bodies, and left a fairly broad red stinging mark somewhere on our skin. They started at our necks, and steadily worked their way, front and back, to our ankles. This was my 1st experience with being flogged. These implements consisted of perhaps 7-12 strips of soft suede leather coming out of a short handle. Each blow stings and hurts no more than a hand is spanking or a ping pong paddle beating on my ass. Gradually, my red headed nearly alabaster toned skin began to turn a bright rosy red hue. My breasts really took a beating and were a fiery glowing raw red color. The worst of it all were the underhand blows directly on my pussy, which left me all tingly, hot and horny, and needing to be fucked. I guess my ass could take more than any other part of my body, and wound up dark beet red, when it was all over.

Maybe it was kind of ironic that Bill, who had just been my lover down here before lunch, was the one who stood in front of me and flogged my front so thoroughly, including my breasts and pussy, and now he stood in front of me, with 2 fingers in my easy pussy. I wasn't at all hurting. In fact every cell and nerve in my body tingled with lust or longing or something. Maybe I should have been pissed off, but I couldn't, especially with Charlie, standing behind me, cupping and squeezing and gently playing with my breasts and nipples. Bill toyed and tormented my pussy for probably 20-30 minutes. My whole vulva tingled, and my pussy lips were red and sensitive. Bill had me at his mercy and took full advantage of me. Bill rubbed my pussy lips, finger fucked me into near unconciousness, and used his magic middle finger to rub my clit. Meanwhile, from behind, my tits were getting the workout of their life. 1, and 2, and 3, and 4, and 5 or 6 times, Bill brought me to the edge of my release. Because I was ballgagged, all that I could do was to mew and moan and unintelligently beg to come. When at last Bill let me come, my knees shook, and I collapsed within my bonds, and my whole world came apart. After a suitable coming down period, Heather's and my spread wrists were untied, as well as our ankles that had been tied to one of the posts. I was walked a few feet to the post nearest me, and backed up against it.

My wrists were fastened into padded leather cuffs, behind the post, palm-to-palm. A single rope around my waist and the post kept me in place. The guys had their own neat PVC telescoping and locking spreader bars. Heather and I again found our legs spread about 3-1/2' feet apart. A rope was tied to Heather's and my wrist cuffs, and really pulled taut, forcing our arms out parallel and our tits to thrust outward. Making matters worse, and after everything above was completed, they decided to enhance their bondage even just a little more. Heather's and my elbows were further tied together. You guessed it. Our 38C and 38D tits were thrust out another inch or 2 more, and made a handy true rack, and something to hold onto. Heather and I were ready to be fucked. God, it was unnerving how those guys figured out who fucked who when, but I got Dean and his absurdly long cock. After my pussy's thorough reaming out by Bill, I was so wet and honey and turned on that I felt as those I could have been taken with a fist. Dean's absurdly long cock slithered right inside my honey pot, all the way up to my cervix. To my surprise, He screwed me slow and easy, holding onto and squeezing my breasts and nipples, while his mouth devoured mine. Those feelings just kept building in my belly. Still, Dean just kept slowly sliding in and out of my cunt. The pressure and feelings just kept building in me at an alarming rate, and I screamed and melted into liquid fire, and spasmed and spasmed and rode my orgasm, while Dean slowly and steadily ravaged my cunt nonstop. Eventually, I caught up with him, and we fucked each other, and battled each other, until we had one of the best mind blowing orgasms that I had ever experienced.

There is no way about it, Charlie was one of the handsomest men that I had ever known intimately, but the black haired Bill had won my fancy long ago. Charlie and his thick cock slipped inside me, right up to the hilt. Thick as it was, it grew thicker and fatter right inside me, as he hardened and grew to its full length. I don't know how many times our 4 captors had fucked me since they 1st arrived here yesterday, but everytime one of them entered my precious love box. I cried out or gasped at the sheer pleasure of knowing that better things were to come. I loved the feeling of his cock filling my cunt completely. I tried clamping my very flexible vaginal muscles to hold him in me and revel at the intimacy of the 2 of usjust joined together. Charlie wanted to start moving and fucking and I couldn't stop him. Finally he slid into a rhythm that took him deeply inside me, and partially out, and then back deep, ever so deep inside me, and I had to follow and keep up with him. Charlie and I both liked to kiss and makeout, so my tits and nipples were forgotten. He drew me to him, with one hand around my neck, and the other around my waist. He drew me tightly against his body, never stopping our fucking, and kissed and slobbered and sucked, and probed and ravaged each other's mouths. I had been concentrating so much on our kissing, that my orgasm snuck up on me. I came with a mild scream and shudder, and convulsions. But, Charlie kept going. Within another few minutes, I capitulated, let myself go and came all over the place. I was being un-tied and realeased,but still had not shaken the effects of my double orgasm.

I was un-tied and released from my bondage to the post, and noticed that Heather had been tied kneeling to her post and doing blowjobs on pretty much anyone who wanted one. My wrists were buckled into padded leather cuffs. They sat me on the primarily 4" wide bumper that ran around the top edge of the pool table. My padded leather cuffs were realigned and clip together, so that my wrists were crossed, behind ny back, when they pushed me down onto the pool table's cushioned surface. Padded ankle cuffs were buckled to my ankles. A rope tied to the "D: ring of the ankle cuffs, was utilized to tie my legs open and spread in a "V" shape to the unfinished bridgework in the ceiling. In addition, 2 lengths of rope were tightly wrapped 3 times around the top of my thighs of each of my legs, as close to my pussy as possible. The ropes were tightly knotted, and the other end was pulled and tied somewhere below the pool table's surface. My legs were stretched and held straight as an arrow, and I felt the slight constant strain in my calf muscles. Again I found myself tied and completely open and helpless to any deviant sexual acts they wanted to do to me. My trepidations were quickly alleviated, when Bill, and then Al went down on me. Their tongues tortured, tormented and ultimately raped my poor pussy and clit. Without a gag, I shamelessly verbalized the whole thing.

When I wasn't begging or pleading, I think that I moaned and groaned the entire time, except for coming. Then, I heard it. Someone was revving it up somewhere under the pool table. OK, so it worked, and it was time to apply it, and send me into oblivion, until I passed out. Charlie finally came up with our Hitachi Magic Wand Massager/Vibrator. This was Heather's and my most lethal toy. We bought it ONLY for special occasions, and it was very well hidden in our house, but those fucking guys had found it. I think it vibrated at 10,000 and 20,000 RPM, and had a large fleece head that was placed against the area to be massaged or vibrated. In this case it would be my pussy. No time was wasted, and at low speed the device was placed against my love hole and clit. The offending head was large enough for the fiend operating the machine, to cover my entire pussy by simply moving the vibrating head up and down only an inch or two. So, within 20 or 30 seconds, I began screaming. The vibrations were so intense that I never had the chance to moan and and gasp and groan. You can't imagine what this machine could do. I came probably less than 10 seconds later, and I kept coming non-stop, until the device was withdrawn. I may have come 6-8 times in less than 5 or 10 minutes. I had already lost all perception of time and reality. I don't know how long I lay there, with my chest heaving and my lungs gulping air.

Much much too soon, the Hitachi was turned up to the high setting, and the head was placed directly against my clit. Within seconds, I came with orgasm #1,............orgasm #2..........,orgasm #3, orgasm #4,..........,orgasm #5, and ...... I was floating in the Universe. Fireworks, or were they stars exploding in thousands of colors all around me. Then, everything got dim, and then everything went to black. When I woke up, I was dimly aware that I had been freed from my bondage to the pool table, except that padded leather cuffs remained buckled around my wrists and ankles. My vision was still a little fuzzy, but I knew that I was sitting on the edge of the pool table, supported by 2 of the guys. I figured that the Hitachi had given me one Hell of a ride. The 2 guys helped me walk on shaky knees to the far post, where Heather had been doing her BJs, while I was tied up on the pool table getting my pusssy torn apart. The 2 guys tied me kneeling to that post, while Heather was getting it up on the pool table. I was to suck off Al and Bill, and I guess that I automatically did it, although I couldn't remember any of the details. It's a dam,n good thing that I loved sucking cock, and I'm sure that I could have done it in my sleep. I was released from the post and taken to stand between 2 posts. My padded leather cuffs were affixed so that my wrists were palm to palm. In addition, my elbows were tied together, and my legs were spread wide apart, held in that position by ropes from my ankle cuff "D" rings to the posts on either side of me. Finally, a rope tied to my wrist cuffs, and looped over the exposed ceiling girder, was pulled and pulled and tied off, leaving me there, and bare and exposed in the strappado position.

I just heard the distinctive whine of the Hitachi Magic Wand Massager/Vibrator being applied to Heather's pussy. I was blindfolded and my tits received a good workout and my nipples were sucked and drawn out into hot scorching appendages. In addition, my breasts were wrapped tightly at their base and tied off. Finally, and it seemed almost as an after thought to me, my big 9" X 2-1/2" vibrator was poked all the way into my cunt, buzzing away on high, seemingly waiting for Heather. I could hear Heather being prepared next to me. Finally, I felt a stiff cock nudging against my anal sphincter. He broke through and sank his cock deep in my colon. His slow persistent fucking, combined with persistent vibrating of the vibe up my twat, made me come, with a dizzying array of colors and shapes before my blind folded eyes. It was one Hell of an orgasm, but more was to come. A 2nd bigger and fatter cock was buried up to his balls in my ass. Once I was impaled on his cock. he leaned over onto my back, and found my still distended and wanting nipples. For the longest time, he moved in and out of me only an inch or two per thrust, while he pinched and pulled and rolled my now ultra-sensitive nipples. I was so turned on and hot, that I came with a raw guttural scream. After having me that way, he fucked my ass as fast as he could. My knees wobbled when I came, and I nearly passed out. I think that I owed most of it to my vibrator buzzing away up my cunt.

I was recovering on the fly, while they re-tied my body. My elbows were un-tied, as was the rope holding me in the strappado position. My blind fold was removed, as were the ropes tied around the base of my breasts. My wrists and their padded leather cuffs were tied spread to the girder above my head. I was tied standing in a spread-eagle, as I was when all this started. My big vibrator, which had been loosely shoved into my love canal, to aid in my ass fucking, was tightly secured with an extra long rope, the excess of which was left to dangle in front of me. Heather was brought over and slung into my body. Her cuffed wrists were tied to the overhead girder next to mine. Because I was 2" taller than Heather, her ankles were tied inside mine. They started at the top. Our arms were tied together at the forearms, above our elbows, and high on our upper arms. Again we were being tied together tofend for our selves, while the guys probably fixed our dinner. A 3" belt cinched our bodies together at our underarms and our waists. Heather wore a crotchrope like mine, with an added length of rope. The surplus rope from my crotchrope was looped once around Heather's waist rope, carefully passed through her pussy lips, making sure that the 2 strands of rope captured my pussy lips, and drew them together to drive my vibrator deeper inside me. The same thing was done with Heather's pussy lips. I could already feel the vibrations from her vibrator, as well as from my own.

Our spread legs were also tied together, with the 1st tie made high on our thighs, just below our pussies. Additional ropes tied us together at mid-thigh, just above and below our knees, and 2 ties on our calves. Their final act was to use a Velcro Ace Bandage to hold our heads together; positioning our heads at a slant, and mashing our lips together, and they wound the elastic bandage around our heads in an unbreakable kiss. This was not the 1st time that Heather and I had been tied together in some similar fashion, and I truly loved her, and meant to make the most of our intimate private time together. We started out tentatively and slowly, to see if either of us wanted to go on the offensive. Heather's hard 38D nipples were lined up with my 38C supersensitive peaks, so that we could move just enough left and right, and up and down, to keep our nipples stimulated. We were tied and belted so tightly together that I could feel Heather's pussy and the buzzing crotchropes that held us together. Heather spoke into my mouth and told me to take her mouth. Although each of us had already come once, I set out to rape and ravage Heather's mouth. It was her soft tender lips; our tongues teasing and thrusting and tasting; and those ever so slow lip molding kisses that gave each of us 2 more orgasms. The fact that our crotchropes were intertwined and that our pussies touched, made all the difference in the synchronization of our orgasms, which in turn made each of them more intense. At an unspoken signal, Heather took over the aggressive side, and used her mouth to lead us into 2 more orgasms.

Then Al and Bill pounded down the stairs to free uss and take us up to dinner. It took the 2 of them over 10 minutes to undo all the ropes that were used on us, along with the padded cuffs, tangled crotchropes and vibrators. From the many ropes, Heather's and my wrists were simply tied behind our backs, before we were taken upstairs and plunked down in our chairs for dinner. Immediately after dinner, Bill snatched me out of my chair and took me up to my bedroom. He took me into my walk-in closet and poured over my dresses and other outfits, and selected my little black dress, with the spaghetti shoulder straps, that hung on my body maybe 1/2" above mid-thigh. Bill and I were going to dance a little in the living room, and then come back up to my room for some lovemaking, without ropes! My wrists were immediately un-tied, and my heart started to flutter. On our way out of the closet, Bill spotted a pair of 4" black heels, and told me to wear them. As he walked out of my bedroom, Bill gave me 20 minutes to get ready. I said, "OH SHIT," to myself and panicked. I raced into my bathroom, peed, brushed my teeth, and even gargled, because my mouth still tasted a little like cum and pussy juices. I put on a shower cap and quickly showered and dried off. I'd quickly do what I could with my loose hair. I first furiously combed my long red hair. Then I brushed the Hell out of it, adding a little water to the hairbrush, until my hair responded and assumed its slight natural curl or wave along the bottom 12" of my hair. A whosh of hairspray set it in its most advantageous position.

I thought that I looked pretty sexy, with my hair curling around my tits in front. I put on a drop or 2 of my favorite perfume below my earlobes, and between my breasts. It was too early in the evening for eye shadow, but I did put on lipstick and a bit of eyeliner and mascara. That was about all that I could do. From my dresser, I put on my sheer black 1/2 cup strapless push-up bra, and my skimpiest sheer black silk ring thong. My little black dress flew over my body and settled down along my body. I cinched the waist belt just enough to show off the mass of my 38C tits, but tight enough to show that I had a real nice rack. As I was slipping into my heels, Bill walked back into my bedroom. He looked really handsome and good enough to eat in his blue blazer, gray slacks, white shirt and sporty tie. We descended the stairs, arm in arm, into the living room. Bill put on a CD. It was like riding a bicycle, you never forgot how. I was glad that I had taken some dance lessons in high school, as part of PE. I placed my left hand in Bill's right hand. He settled his right hand firmly against the small of my back, but we remained a proper few inches between us. My right hand rested on Bill's shoulder. For the 1st two songs we did a proper waltz. Halfway through the 3rd song, Bill drew me closer to him, until our chests were touching. Everything happened after that. By the next song, we really weren't dancing any more.

Instead, we held each other really close and just shuffled our feet around a little, trying to keep time with the music. Bill was still crushing me against him and I had my arms around his neck and we were kissing. Our kisses grew deeper and longer. Bill broke it off and stepped back. He unfastened my little black dress's belt and un-tied the 2 spaghetti strap bows on my shoulders, that held my dress up. And my dress slithered down my body to the floor, and I stepped out of it. There I stood in my sexiest bra and panties. After a short round of kissing, Bill handed me my dress, and picked me up, and carried me up the stairs, into my bedroom, hopefully for the hot wet sex that I dreamed about. While Bill took off his clothes, I hung my dress back up in my closet, and left my heels in there too. I was ready, and Bill was ready. He moved around behind me and took my bra off. He gave my breasts a number of good squeezes, and gently pinched and rolled my nipples, and finally moved around in front of me to slowly suck my burning nipples into elongated red pencil eraser shaped appendages. GOD, I was already so hot, and this was so much better and more romantic than doing it tied up. Bill sank to his knees, and began licking my clit right through my black silk ring thong, which was already soaking wet from my pussy juices. When the material of this thong is between my legs, there is only a small cotton patch to absorb my pussy cream. As the material comes out from between my legs, it is gathered and sewn around a 3/4" silver ring, which lies where my pubic hair was.

My knees were shaking so bad that Bill had to grasp my thighs, just to prevent my legs from buckling,, when I came. When my orgasm became imminent, I locked my knees and fisted my fingers in Bill's hair, until the paroxysms and spasms of my orgasm subsided enough for me to act. I grabbed Bill's dick as he stood up and I knelt down. I jacked off his wood, while my mouth sucked his cock's head, and my tongue did lazy swirls round and round his pecker's head. Bill was with me all the way and offered no resistance, so I got serious. I engulfed his entire scrotum and licked and sucked and saturated that sac, with my saliva. His ball sac was still loose enough for my tongue to be able to get at each of his testicles, which I nearly sucked the life out of his beautiful jewels. Next, I engulfed his entire cock well into my throat, backed off and did the sucking and bobbing routine for as long as I could carry it off. I wanted to taste his tangy sticky hot cum. Soon, Bill's cock was all the way down my throat. It only took 3 or 4 rubbings of Bill's prick for him to give it up and shoot his delicious gism straight down my throat. I did not swallow all of his cum, but instead slowly swallowed and savored Bill's delicious seed. I took off my soaking panties and put my used underwear in my clothes hamper while Bill opened up the bed. Perhaps this is the right spot to say that while Heather and I were getting screwed or otherwise being occupied, one or more of the guys washed the sheets and towels, remade the beds, often several times a day, and kept the house picked up and clean.

Bill laid himself out on his back, with his head on 2 pillows. He beckoned mne to join him and straddle his face. He licked and kissed and sucked my pussy lips, and then plunged his tongue deeper and deeper inside my cunt. I grabbed onto some of his longer black hair and held his mouth to my pussy. By then, I was hemorrhaging pussy cum, but still I had not come. I shifted down a few inches, and let Bill have his way with my clit, until I cried out and pleaded and finally begged to come. I wasn't disappointed. Finally, Bill re-arranged the pillows, and I found a pillow under my upper back and ass. On those pillows. my head lolled back and my pussy was elevated waiting for Bill's lovely cock. He slammed into me, with almost a plaintiff desperation. I wrapped my legs around him and drew him deeper and deeper inside me, until I got dizzy, lost any hope of coherent thought, convulsed, screamed and had the proverbial mind blowing I've REALLY been fucked orgasm, but Bill still kept slamming into me. I couldn't understand where all his energy and staying power was coming from. Bill reached back and removed my legs from around his waist. Then he resumed screwing me slower and more purposely. Every thrust entered my pussy at a different angle, so that every surface of my vaginal walls felt the power of Bill's cock. It may have taken a little longer for me to come, but the intensity of my 2nd orgasm made me scream, just to relieve the initial shock, followed by uncontrolled quivering and moaning.

Call it resting or coming down, but Bill and I cuddled in bed after. Eventually, we untangled ourselves from the sheets, and got out of bed. My 2nd no ropes love making session with Bill was better than the 1st. I still worried a little for Heather and what the other 3 guys were doing with her. Bill went straight to my dresser, rummaged around and pulled out one of my string bikinis. From the pocket of his sportcoat, neatly hanging on a chair, he pulled out a 3" bullet vibrator and its remote control. It was clear that the unrestrained sex was over, and now I was expected to follow orders. Bill told me to insert the bullet and put on my bikini, while he took his clothes back to his bedroom, which I assumed was our 4th bedroom at the end of the upstairs hall. I'm certain that these guys knew that neither Heather nor I were dumb airheads. I took everything into my bathroom. I took the time to put my hair up in a high ponytail. My bikini was at least larger than the oft kidded about 2 Band-Aids and a cork, but was pretty small in what it covered. I had a white background, with several color swatches filling the brief field. I started with the top and tied a snug bow just below my tits. I slid the knotted bow around to the center of my back. Then, I tucked my boobs into their cups and adjusted them, until everything felt right and centered. I pulled the halter top tie, behind my neck, as tight as I could, to raise my tits, and tied a bow knot behind my neck.

When I was finished, the triangle of fabric supported the base of my breasts, and covered my nipples and aureolas, but the rest of my titties were bulging and completely exposed. It was easiest to insert the remote controlled 3" bullet way up my twat by sitting on the toilet. After the bullet was in, I stood up and tied double knotted bows on each hip, and my string bikini bottoms were in place. Bill was back by then and he took me out into my bedroom to inspect what I had done. He tied my wrists behind my back, with my palms facing inwards and my helpless arms bent at the elbows. He decided to perform a little test run, since he had me where he wanted me. He fired up the RC bullet in my twat on high, He got both of his arms inside my bent elbows, and crushed me to his naked body and kissed me soft and languishly, until I came. Bill took me out of my bedroom, down the stairs, through the kitchen and out onto the pool deck. There was no sign of Heather or the 3 other guys, so Bill took me over to our diving board, sat me down on it, and tied my ankles together. I wasn't going anywhere, while presumably Bill went off to find the others. As far asI was concerned, these guys could keep us for our entire week of vacation. We were getting all the sex that we could have ever asked for, and we were experiencing and learning new positions and ways to get ourselves off, both with a man and with Heather.

When Heather came out of the house, tied like I was, her beaming smile and nod to me turned night into day.The sun was setting and the only lights on were the submerged lights just below the water level of the pool. I knew that we were in for a lot more before the night was over. Charlie came and picked me up, with one arm supporting my upper back, and the other below my knees. He raced around the pool deck to the other side, and somewhere between the 5' and 6' water depth markers painted on the pool deck, he unceremoniously threw me in the pool. I took a big breath and sank to the bottom. I righted myself, and was heading for the surface, but hands grasped my arms and dragged me to shallower water. My heels bumped along the pool's bottom, until I was stood up in about 4' of water. I blinked the water out of my eyes, while one of the guys made me kneel in water up to my chest. I hadn't realized that the remote controlled bullet, which I had shoved deep in my pussy, was buzzing away at low speed. Heather was in the same predicament about 20' away. Each of us had to suck off 2 cocks, and it appeared that I drew Charlie and Dean, the fattest and longest cocks of the four. At least their dicks were wet and slippery from the pool water. Both of them brutally fucked my mouth, and shot there cum down my throat.

After they were satisfied that I had swallowed their gism, I was pulled out of the pool, and sat momentarily on the edge of the pool. Next, I was standing, still with my ankles tied. My hair and my body were given a cursory drying off. My wrists were un-tied, and I was backed up against the pool's 10' Cyclone fence, and my wrists were spread up and out and tied to the fence. long rope was wound tightly 3 times around my mid-thighs, and tightly tied. At the mercy of the 4 men, they took turns teasing and rubbing my clit, inside my bikini bottom. What made matters worse, was that the bullet vibe inside my pussy was remotely turned up to high. The 2 unexpected sensations came on so suddenly that I lost all control of my body and my mind. I moaned and groaned and squeaked, and cried out, and begged so loudly and so often, that they ballgagged me. Meanwhile, I just kept coming and coming and coming all over the place. When they finally stopped, my clit felt raw and inflamed, or was it engorged? I had no idea how many times I came, or how many different guys did me, but at least my knees hadn't buckled and I was still standing. My wrists were un-tied from the pool fence. I was spun around only to have my wrists wrenched behind me and tied in a reverse prayer tie. This was the 1st time that I had been tied in that restrictive tie, which was Heather's favorite. For good measure, my bent arms were securely tied just above my elbows.

One of them picked me up and carried me over his shoulder. We went out the pool gate and into our backyard. It was almost a jungle, and Heather and I liked it that way. Besides the wall that enclosed our back yard, there was a border of mixed shrubs and small trees, that generally grew 15' - 20' tall inside our wall, which gave us 100% privacy. I was set down on the thick lush turf, and was rolled bodily over and over 5 or 6 times, until I settled flat on my back. The lush green grasss felt wonderful on my body. Because of the reverse prayer tie, my tits threatened to pop out of my bikini top. My head lolled back, and in trying to look down at myself, I could see only between my boobs, that looked as though they were insurmountable mountain peaks. My stomach and my 24" waist looked much smaller than it actually was. The string knots on my bikini bottom's sides, along with the pattern of my suit and my thighs tied tightly together, accentuated my 36" hips, and enhanced my hourglass figure. One guy seemed to be kneeling on either side of my stretched out bound body, and they took every liberty they could, with my body, short of going after my clit again. Their hands and fingers, mouths and lips, combined with the bullet vibrator buzzing away on high deep in my pussy, provided all the stimulation to turn me into a come crazy hysterical red headed wanton slut.

With one guy kneeling on either side of me, they caressed my body from head to toe. They avoided my ballgag, but kissed me all over my face and neck and everywhere around my bikini top;. My breasts were felt up thoroughly, through my bikini top. Int was overwhelming. What girl could have expected to receive all this attention? They didn't go after my pussy or clit, under the protection of my bikini bottoms. How ever, my legs and inner thighs received the light sensual touch of tender hands. While all this went on, I came twice. At no time did I ever consider this treatment as torture or torment, In fact, it was sensually pleasurable. Near the end of my planked out period in the grass, I was rolled over onto my belly, and my bikini top was un-tied and removed, along with my ballgag. I was kissed slow and deep and so long, that I had to fight to free my mouth, in order to catch a fresh breath of air. My breasts were thoroughly exploited and my nipples were gently and softly suckled. Then, they were manually manipulated. By hand my soft succulent nipples were pinched and rolled, until they reached long red appendages of fiery passion. The fiery passion was quelled momentarily, when adjustable clamps were tightened on my nipples. A new deliciously wicked pain shot to my brain, and was automatically redirected to my pussy. They had finished their fun with Heather, and both of us were picked up and thrown over the shoulder of one of the men.

We were carried all the way back to the far right corner of our lawn. There we have 2 medium sized pear trees, with 8" - 10" trunks, planted in the grass about 10' apart. I was lowered to the lawn, and arranged so the my feet touched the trunk of one of the pear trees. My ankles and thighs were still tightly bound together. My reverse prayer tie was removed, and replaced by tying my wrists palm-to-palm, behind my back, and in turn tied to the trunk of the pear tree at a height that forced me to kneel straight up, with my arms straight back behind me. Perhaps for show, or maybe to irritate me and thrust out my nipple clamped tits just a little further, the elbows, of my extended arms were tightly tied together, just above the joint. As you probably guessed, it was time to do another round of blowjobs. It appeared that it was Al's and Bill's turn to have at my mouth. Unlike the BJs that I did earlier in the pool, I had complete access to their scrotums and testicles, this time I would have to provide all the lubrication via my saliva. When my "on the sly mo ropes sex partner, Bill, presented his stiff boner to my lips. My mouth was salivating to get at him and his beautiful cock. I had a shit load of saliva built up in my mouth ready to coat every part of his package, and licked and coated his scrotum, until it fairly dripped with my saliva. I captured his scrotum in my mouth, separated his testicles with my tongue, and sucked the living shit out of each of Bill's balls. I think that I surprised Bill, because I did not take his prick all the way in my mouth at first. Instead, I took him in about halfway, and began licking and sucking and bobbing and distributing my saliva all over the place. This hardened his cock to the point that I thought that it might be getting a little uncomfortable, or perhaps even a little painful, but so what.

I took a little pause, with Bill's hot poker held firmly in my mouth, to enjoy a pretty good orgasm from the little 3" bullet faithfully buzzing away deep in my cunt, where I had put it long ago. I think my next move was also a surprise to Bill, because of taking him deep into my throat, I licked and swirled my tongue around the head of his penis, and sucked it hard. Before I went deep, I wanted a bit more self induced pain and stimulation. With Bill's cock's head firmly held by my teeth, I ran my nipple clamped titties back and forth and all over his thighs, half hoping that I might tear them off. The pain was intense, but sent me and my puss to finish the job, and carry me into the next BJ. I had looked around and saw that Heather was doing OK, But I also noticed that Al and Charlie had tied a large blanket around the trunk of our mammoth Beech tree sitting in the lawn at the far left corner of our backyard. Finally, I took Bill's now red straining battering ram deep in my throat, and sucked it and rubbed it's head against the back of my throat a few times, but Bill had lost all patience with me. He grabbed my ponytail and fucked my mouth as fast and furiously as he could, until he came and deposited a huge loadof cum down my throat. By the time Bill stopped spurting, I had the equivalent of a 2nd dessert in my belly. I was immediately ready for Al, and by the look of his cock, and yje no nonsense look on his face, he was more than ready to have me, or more precisely my mouth.

Al fisted my ponytail in one hand, and squeezed my jaw, until my mouth gaped open for him. And he rammed his 10" X 2" cock all the way down my throat, as far and deep as it would go. In cases like this, I jus hold on and let Al do his thing. In and out, and in and out, Al fucked/raped my mouth, until we finally came, although from different stimulants. My mind was already thinking of our big Beech tree and what the guys had planned for Heather and me? Heather and I were released from the pear trees. All ropes were untied, and I was lying on my back on the lawn. My bikini bottoms were untied at the hips and removed, plus my 'ole friend the 3" bullet vibe was fiished out of my pussy. Finally, my nipple clamps were removed, which required a couple guys to suck my nipples, perhaps a bit longer than needed, but it felt so wonderful. Heather and I were walked over to the big blanket wrapped Beech tree. We were brought up to the tree, which was 30" - 36" in diameter. Our combined arm lengths couldn't even circumvent the circumference of the full circumference of the huge tree. Heather and I had to hug the tree, Ropes were tied to our wrists, and they were connected, above our heads. Our ankles were treated the same way, with them being wrapped forward, like mine, around the tree trunk. WHACK, TWACK, SPLATT, The suede floggers lashed against our bare naked flesh. There was nothing that either Heather or I could do. We were going to be flogged, until our bodies had turned a bright rosy red color, and our asses burned and had turned a dark fiery red color.

My entire backside was lambasted from my neck down to tbe backs of my heels, with extra lashes given to my pert ass cheeks, and I will never forget the 10 blows directed directly between my spread legs. My butt was indeed the burning fiery dark red color that the guys usually strived for. Heather and I stood motionless, while the guys walked around the tree, inspecting our bodies, and pronouncing us ready to be turned. Heather and I were un-tied, turned around, with our backs to the tree. The same short rope was used to link our wrists together, tied above our heads, and with our elbows bent around the tree's trunk. Our ankles were Re-tied, so that our legs were forced backwards somewhat following the contour of the tree's trunk. The end result, which must have been planned, was that our pussies and tits stuck out, first to be flogged and then to be molested and fucked. The guys had only 2 suede floggers, so they had to share and alternate their use. My breasts seemed to take the brunt of their shared sadistic torture, ending up almost as dark red as my ass, with my nipples a much deeper red color than their natural color. The stings, when the flogger hit its target, were no more painful than a hand spanking, but they were cumulative and left every nerve in my body tingling. My poor exposed pussy received 3 solid blows from each of the 4 guys, otherwise the rest of my flesh received just enough punishment to turn my skin a healthy rosy pink glow. After a close perusal of our bound beaten bodies, Heather and I were pronounced ready for the next step.

My whole body tingled in anticipation of getting my brains fucked silly, because I really hadn't had a cock fill my pussy since before dinner. God, I really wanted any one of those guy's cocks deep inside me. The flogging set my pusssy to flowing, and my pussy cream had already run down my thighs, almost to my Knees. It was kinda embarrassing, when Dean came to Heather and me, and made sure we were wet and ready by forcing a big vibrator into our twats and reamed it all around. It was an all out gang fucking of 2 hot sexy helpless girls. What totally floored me was that all 4 guys had the energy and stamina to fuck both Heather and me. I was kissed, my boobs were thoroughly felt up, hands managed to work their way around me to encircle my back and crush my body to my fucker's, and my body was caressed everywhere, all while I was getting screwed. The guys agreed on only one orgasm apiece, but at least half of them cheated,, and slipped a hand between us, and rubbed my clit, until I had a 2nd orgasm. Heather and I were released, when it was over, and I crumbled to the lush lawn and curled in a fetal position, content to fall asleep and spend the night right there, but that was not to be. They gave Heather and me no recovery time. We were yanked to our feet. Our arms and wrists were twisted behind our backs, and our wrists were tied in reverse hammer locks. A doubled rope was tied tightly around our waists behind our backs, and was threaded through our pussies, as a pseudo crotchrope, but was actually separated so that 2 guys could pull/lead us in a random zigzag route back towards the pool.

That walk rubbed and inflamed my pussy lips,but also served to expunge most of my pussy juices, from my love tunnel, and in turn flushed out almost all of the guy's cum from their multiple fuckings of yours truly. All of those extraneous sex byproducts oozed their way down the inner thighs of my legs. As we approached the pool fence, Heather and I were forced down to our knees and then on to our sides. The crotchrope/leash was un-tied from our pussies. Heather and I were aligned and spun, right there in the thick cool lush grass, until we wereperfectly lined up for the "69." One of the guys pushed and held my head flush against Heather's pussy, while another guy held my outer leg aloft, so that Heather's mouth was held right in my sloppy sopping pussy. I had never seen Heather so wet. Her pussy cream was literally still pouring out of her cunt. I licked and kissed her red swollen pussy lips and also kissed her whole pussy, as if I was kissing her mouth. Heather's fuck hole loomed wide right in front of my face. My tongue plunged right into that inviting cavern, and I tongue fucked her, until Heather started humping my tongue. Then, I withdrew and had to take stock of what Heather's tongue was doing to me. I knew that I had perhaps wasted a little too much time inside her steamy box, and was getting close to coming.

Heather had been slowly licking my red extended engorged clit, and it was all that I could do to hold back my impending orgasm. I seized Heather's equally red extended engorged clit between my teeth, gently bit up and down on her most sensitive organ. It became a dual of will power. We each had each other's clits between our teeth, and were furiously licking the tips of each other's clits as fast as we could. If you are keeping score, I succumbed 10-15 seconds before Heather, but I had the presence of mind to keep licking, until our joint screams were loud enough to alert any neighbors within a half mile. Next, Heather and I were rolled onto our backs, and Dean and Charlie took me right there in the lush lawn. Each of them plunged their stiff cocks all the way into my love box, until I felt their balls threatening to also enter my cunt. There was something different between getting fucked tied upright to a tree, and being pounded into the soft lush grass, or a table or the floor. I loved the feeling of captive helplessness. I struggled awhile playing the helpless maiden role for a little while, until my tits and nipples, sticking straight up in the air were licked and sucked beyond belief, and my mouth was captured in long slow sensual tongue sucking kisses. Having been through the tree fuckiing, and the "69" with Heather, I was an easy fuck, and came when each of my fuckers shuddered and poured his seed deep into my cunt.

Heather and I, still bound in the reverse hammerlock position, were jerked to our feet. We were taken into the pool area, walked along the pool's apron, and without warning were pushed into the pool at the 5'-6' water level. I was immediately surrounded by 2 guys, as my freed feet found the bottom of the pool, and surfaced in neck deep water. Like the pre-wash cycle of a washing machine, the guys rubbed off all the grass blades and other debris from my body, plus rubbed off as much of my pussy juices and cum from my legs. My pussy was also flushed with pool water. We were also dunked a few times, before being dragged out of the pool, via the corner stairs, and un-tied. We were given a fresh towel and allowed to dry ourselves off. As soon as Heather and I were dried off, including our hair, we were re-bound in the more stringent reverse prayer position, and led into the house. Charlie and Dean took me straight up to my bedroom and into my spacious shower. Someone had cleaned the shower, and it was SPOTLESS! My hair was piled on top of my head and was covered by a shower cap. Soothing hot water poured from both shower heads. The 2 men soaped up and scrubbed my body, from face to feet, and pushed me in a corner, while they soaped and washed and rinsed their own bodies. I still needed to be rinsed off.

Dean had an evil glint in his eyes. He took the auxiliary spray hose, adjusted the spray nozzle to a pulsating pounding narrow spray pattern, changed the water temperature to as cold as it got, and blasted my tits and nipples, with pulses of cold water. A slight change to the spray nozzle's pattern, and my pussy and cunt were cleaned of any remaining cum from previous fuckings. I was rinsed off by the regular shower head and good 'ole hot water. Next, I found myself down on my knees, with water from 2 spray heads cascading all over me. I had to give each of them BJs, but they went quickly. I didn't have to suck their balls, and towards the end my head was held, or my hair was fisted, and they fucked my face until their gism exploded down my throat. When that was over, the 2nd wet rope, holding me tied in the reverse prayer position, was untied and I was freed. The guys left the shower to dry off. I finished rinsing myself off. Next, I stepped out of the shower: removed my shower cap, dried myself off, peed and brushed my teeth. It had been a most tiring and sexually demanding day, and I needed to get some sleep. I swallowed 2 Ambien sleeping pills, and was laid out in the center of my king sized bed. My wrists were cuffed in padded leather cuffs to the bed's headboard. Charlie and Dean climbed into bed with me, and pulled a sheet over us, and I went to sleep, with each of them gently sucking one of my nipples.


Day 3

I dreamed fitfully of fuckings and suckings. When I was awakened at 6:00 AM the next morning, the puddle of cum and pussy juices, between my legs, was twice as large as the one the day before. Those guys must have had a Hell of a lot of fun screwing my pussy, while I was virtually unconscious. Bill and Al took me into my bathroom. My wrists were crossed behind my back and tied, with a single rope. I was given an enema for the 3rd day in a row. After I was cleaned up from all the unpleasant and gunky enema stuff, I was taken into my shower. Al showered quickly and left, presumably to work on breakfast. It was Bill and me alone in the shower. He shampooed my hair and washed the rest of my body, including a fresh water cleansing of my pussy. After he washed himself and rinsed both of us off, Bill backed me up against the shower wall, and fucked me standing up, with my legs spread far apart for him. Outside the shower, standing on a bath mat, Bill combed and brushed my brilliant red hair out, and gathered it just back of my head's crown, and tied it into a high ponytail, and tied it with one of my hair ribbons. After Bill finished drying himself off, and he dried my ass crack and pussy off, right down to my feet. The short damp rope binding my wrists bound behind my back, was left on. Ready for whatever lay in store for me on the 3rd day of our captivity, Bill took me downstairs to the kitchen, and sat me in my usual chair at the breakfast table.

After breakfast was over, Al and Charlie took me into the living room. I noticed that 2 coffee tables had thick cushions, from our sofas, THAT had been placed on their cleaned tops. Al held me roughly from behind, while Charlie forced a huge vibrator, that was probably thicker than Charlie's own cock and at least a little longer, deep into my love canal. It was turned on one of the lower settings and secured by a double crotchrope. A 7" X 2-1/2" penis gag, with the leather mouth panel pressed tightly against my lips, was shoved 1/2 way down my throat and tightly buckled behind my head. It tasted like fresh pussy. I was laid out on the cushions, with my head hanging down over the edge of the coffee table, and my ass and pussy just hanging a bit over the other edge. My arms were tied in 3 places down along one pair of the coffee table's legs, which angled backwards about 30 degrees. My legs were spread open and draped over the sides of the coffee table, and were tied to the other set of coffee table legs. Finally, I was further tied to the table with a rope passed under the table and wrapped 3 times around my waist and securely knotted. However, that wasn't all of it, and my tie down became more elaborate, and I knew that I'd be tied down for quite a while. Rope was wound tightly around the base of my 38C tits and knotted. The ends of these ropes were brought around my neck and tied knotted around the back of my neck to form a rope halter and lift my tits a couple inches.

Finally, the 2 guys sucked and pulled my nipples into large hard peaks. A heavy black thread was wrapped 3 times around the base of my right nipple and knotted tightly. As with all other bondage, I knew that everything had to be tied tightly in order to get the full effects of the torture and torment. The black thread was pulled and stretched over to my other nipple, where it was again wrapped 3 times around the base of my left nipple, pulling and stretching my super-sensitive peaks closer together. After I had been all wrapped up, they brought Heather in and tied her down to the other coffee table, exactly as I was tied. It seemed that the missing 2 guys were still working in the kitchen, oerhaps preparing the beginnings of lunch. I was doing fine. The low running vibrator was only a tease. The initial discomfort of the rope and thread on my breasts and nipples dissipated quickly, except that my nipples had developed a strong pulse that shot straight to my pussy, but trying many times, I could not muster the smallest of orgasms. When the KP guys joined us in the living room, things began to happen FAST. You know how Heather's and my nipples were tied, and they had become reddened ultra sensitive nerve peak bundles. When the guys began licking and sucking them, it was all I could do to keep my sanity. In addition, one of them constantly caressed my body everywhere. I closed my eyes and couldm't bare to look.

There was some fooling around and spreadinging of my crotchrope strands, and a remote controlled vibrating clit clamp was affixed to the most delicate organ, which, during all the commotion, had come out from the protection of its hood to see what was going on. The red plastic clit clamp, with a hole in the center to accommodate my clit as it became engorged and grew, was no more than 1" square and about 3/4 " deep. Tiny wiry spring steel like legs pricked my skin and dug into my flesh to hold the devilish torture device in place. It started to vibrate immediately, and within a couple minutes I started to tingle, and that one puny orgasm, that I had beaten in abeyance burst forth. I scoffed at that orgasm, but may have been premature in my dismissal. It seemed that all the guys had gathered round me to watch, as if I was the guinea pig in an experiment in testing a new sex toy. The speed of the new clitoral stimulator's vibrations gradually increased, and I for got or ignored all other attempts at other neans of external pleasure and stimulation. My orgasms became more frequent and grew in intensity, as the speed of the vibrating clit clamp increased. I tingled everywhere, even in places on my body that I never knew were sensitive erogenous zones. As the speed of the clit clamp grew faster and faster, I first lost all rational thought, and then lost control of my mind.

I was feeling dizzy and light headed. Parts of my body, that had never tingled before, from my hair down to my toes, now tingled and vibrated and sent sensual signals straight to my pusssy. I was coming atan alarming rate, I raised my head and was astonished to see that my clit had become so red and engorged, that about 1/4" of its tip had poked above the hole in my clit clamp. One of the eagle eyed guys spotted this and took it upon himself to lick the tip of my ultra super sensitive clit, while I kept coming from the high speed of my clit clamp's vibrations. I remembered saying to myself that something was going to happen, and that I would die from sheer ecstasy. Then, every thing went black. I woke up quite alert sitting on the coffee table cushions. I had been realeased from all bonds and other bondage impediments, except that the black thread, that tied my nipples, had been left in place. I was taken into my office, which was situated off the living room at the front left corner of the house. It was a converted bedroom, with a small closet, but had no bathroom. Heather kept an office in the 2nd floor full bedroom and bath right across the hall from her actual bedroom. Two upholstered easy chairs sat side by side in the middle of the room. They had towels on their seat cushions, although I had planned to have them reupholstered very soon.

They sat me down in one of the chairs so that my pussy was at the front edge of the chair's cushion and towel. As I sloughed back into the chair, my arms and wrists were drawn behind the chair and securely tied. My legs were slung over the upholstered arms of the chair, pulled backwards and my ankles were tied to the rear legs at the base of the chair. As they brought Heather in and tied her in the other chair like me, I thought of our helpless wide open pussies and what they could do with us. It was as if they read my mind, because within a minute Heather and I were blindfolded. I got a break. The 1st guy who knelt and went down on me tookhis time and enjoyed what he was doing to me. He kissed and licked my inner thighs, from my knees up to my perineum. After licking and kissing that entire area, he licked and nibbled on my pussy lips, before plunging his tongue deep in my twat. I swear that his tongue ran over every square inch of my internal vaginal walls looking for my g-spot, without any luck. Next, he went after my clit. From his 1st lick, I knew just how sensitive that organ was, and that it had to be a good 3/4" long, and probably a bright red in color. I gave it up and shrieked and stiffened and split into a million billion facets, as he sucked my penis like clit. The next guy brought a pair of scissors. As he pulled one of the black threads tied around the base of my nipple, OW,OWW, OWWW, it felt like he was pulling my nipples right off my breast. Snip and then another snip, set my throbbing pulsing nipples free. A good deal of sucking was required before I recovered and normal blood flow had been restored to my nipples. This, of course, opened up another avenue of teasing tortuous attack.

The 2nd guy peeled back my pussy lips and sunk 3 fingers deep in my twat. This was followed by his tongue shooting deep in my secret love cave. By now, it had occurred to me that they were searching for my g-spot. It wouldn't have surprised me, if they had a bet going on. He failed to find anything, and resorted to sucking my clit, in order to make me come. The 3rd guy sucked the life out of my nipples, while he was slowly working 4 fingers into my twat. His exploration of my pussy cave came up empty, as far as finding a g-spot in my twat, and he had to settle on my much sucked clit to get me off. The 4th and final guy, I hoped, worked his smallish hand and fingers all the way into my cunt. He had fisted me and his hand was roaming around inside my love cave. It felt like my vagina was gaping so wide open, that I could have squeezed out a baby, if I had been pregnant. It turned out that he found the raised rough area of my g-spot with one of his fingers, rubbed it, and I squirted all over his face and everywhere else. For good measure, he licked and sucked and nibbled on my clit to give me my 5th great orgasm. I count a g-spot squirt as a full orgasm, because although it feels different, it gives me all the pleasure of a regular orgasm and seemingly zaps more out of me.

I was released from the pussy licking chair, but my wrists were re-tied behind my back crossed in that unorthodox position with my palms facing my body and my wrists crossed up in the middle of my back. Still blindfolded, I was taken out of my office, through our living room, and into our dining room, and bent over the edge of our dining table. I felt the presence of Heather next to me. I spread my legs and braced myself for the worst. They could spank us or flog our butts, and most assuredly they would fuck us up our assholes. SMACK, SMACK. SMACK, SMACK. I didn't know what they were using to beat our butts, but it definitely wasn't their hands or a flogger, but when they finished my ass cheeks felt like they were on fire, undoubtedly they sported a nice dark red color. After our ass beating, there was no ass fucking. Instead, my wrists were un-tied, and I was thrown up onto our dining table and tied down spread-eagle, with a pillow under my sore ass, and a 2nd pillow laying vertically under my head and upper back. I was still blindfolded and tied naked and spread-eagle atop our padded and plastic covered dining room table. I didn't know what had become of Heather. The guys used the same implements to slap only my tits and my pussy. Every little slap stung and made me wince, but in reality they hurt no more than a hand slap or being hit by a flogger.

My blindfold was removed, and the 1st thing that I heard and/ or saw was Heather, all bound up and kneeling near my table, sucking off one of the guys,but I had to consider what was in store for me, because one of the guys had climbed on the table, and was looming over me. Because of the pillow under my ass, my pussy was elevated and at the perfect height for the thick cock of Charlie to slide right into my softened up wet and wanting pussy. He bent his head down and sucked the color out of my nipples, as he gradually inched his thick cock deep deep into my honey box, and captured my mouth for a lot of passionate kissing, tongue play and sucking. Charlie fucked me slow and steady, deeper and deeper, until my vagina was completely full of him, and couldn't take any more of his relentless pounding of my pussy, and I shrieked and shuddered and came, with bells ringing in my head and colors flashing before my closed eyelids. The other 3 guys had me next. They kissed me until my lips started to feel bruised and swollen. My breasts were squeezed, until I felt like they might explode, and my nipples were sucked so much that I thought they might stay hard forever. Of course, they fucked the shit out of me, and I gave back as good as I could, considering my bound state. When they finished with me, I was untied and made to kneel on the floor. Heather and I swapped positions. She was tied spread-eagle on the table, while I was securely tied. I saw them beating her breasts and pussy, with the mystery swatters they had used on my breasts and pusswy, when I was tied spread-eagle to the table 4 fucks ago. They were simple flat plastic fly swatters!

My arms and wrists were twisted around behind me, until my forearms were lined up parallel with each other. Using the Lark's-loop tying method, my wrists were over-wrapped together per haps 10-12 times, and the rope ends were double cinched and knotted between my forearms. A 2nd rope was wrapped tightly around my upper arms, just above my elbows, and pulled tightly and knotted off. Although it was completely unnecessary, a 3rd rope was tied in the same manner at the level of my biceps. Those ropes dug into my flesh, but GOD I looked so hot and inviting. If my nipples weren't still hard from being sucked while all 4 guys fuck me on the table, they outdid themselves from the pull across my chest from my reverse prayer tie. In fact, my breasts and nipples proudly jutted out just as far as they ever had before. I knew that I probably had to suck off all 4 guys, based on what Heather did, while I was getting fucked up on the table. Feeling pretty heady and full of myself, I said in a loud voice that I wanted each of them to kiss me hard and fuck my face. I was up and down, off my knees like an elevator, but each of them did what I asked, and more. When they stood me up, I received a searing kiss that rocked me to my inner core, plus my breasts and nipples got a spirit lifting squeezing and/or a good nipple tweaking.

By the time I was back down on my knees, I didn't have to lick and suck their scrotums and balls. I licked and sucked their cocks and their big bulbous heads, and had to do little more, other than suck them down into my throat. Beyond that, I simply held on and let them fuck my face, until they exploded and shot their load of jism straight down my throat. Just before I did the last guy, he came with a towel and wiped off my legs and pussy, because most of my pussy juice and cum mixture, from my fuckings on the table, had run down my legs just short of my knees. I was finished with my 4th BJ, and Heather was still getting banged on the table. Bill sought me out and led me into our living room, out of sight of the others still in the dining room. As Bill almost nonchalantly rocked my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, he told me not to eat dessert for lunch, because he had a special dessert for me, and that we would be going out in the backyard for dessert and to again play, without ropes. I wished that Bill would also rub my pussy. While Bill absentmindedly continued rocking my nipples between his forefinger and thumb, he told me the above, plus asked whether I had a sexy halter top and pair of short shorts. Bill took me into the kitchen and sat me in my usual chair. During lunch I thought of the different ways that Heather and I had been tied, compared to me. She only had her wrists tied behind her back, while we were fed our lunch. When she did her BJs, while I was getting fucked on the dining table, she did not have the extra ropes that I was wearing. Finally, Heather did not get the clit clamp, that did me in, when we were tied down on the coffee tables. I would ask Bill about these discrepancies, when we were alone.

I skipped lunch's dessert, and as soon as I finished eating, Bill took me up to my bedroom. I saw, and acknowledged the wink that Heather gave me. When Bill and I were safely locked in my bedroom, Bill picked me up, by my under arms, and threw me on the bed. I was still tied in the reverse prayer tie, with the 2 extra ropes binding my upper arms, and Bill plowed right into my sweet cunt and fucked me, until we both gave our bodies up to gigantic orgasms. Bill untied me and gave me 15 minutes to clean myself up and get dressed in the outfit he prescribed. I raced to my bathroom, peed, and did a more thorough job of washing my legs and pusssy. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and re-did my ponytail, after brushing and combing my hair. Back in my bedroom, I slipped on a bright red halter top, with out a bra. From my dresser, I chose my sexiest black silk thong, and my low rise cut off jeans, which I had to do all sorts of contortions getting on. I went back and forth on whether to wear sockless sneakers, but decided to do without, because I thought that the cool feel of our lush lawn would feel good on my bare feet. Bill stopped by for me, and we headed for the kitchen, where we picked up a filled ice bucket with a chilled bottle of champagne inside, a cookie tin from the refrigerator, and as we went out to the pool deck grabbed the large cotton blanket, that was wrapped around the Beech tree last night.

We spread the blanket out under the Beech tree in dappled shade, and set everything out. Just as we were getting settled on the blanket, I asked Bill about the discrepancies between the ways Heather and I were tied. After several moments, he spoke directly to me, "Jennifer, You are an outstanding and rare young woman, with a wonderful personality and are kind of a free spirit. You always seem to have a smile on your face, and no matter what we do to you or your body, you always seem to come up with a smile on your face, and the genuine appearance of someone who has enjoyed what was done to you. We've (the guys) have been testing you, and as yet haven't found your sexual limits, whereas Heather cannot take everything we do with her. On a more somber note, your breasts are firm, alive and perky. YYour nipples are always proud and pointed upwards, while Heather's nipples, if you have noticed, point straight outward, and sometimes start to droop." Aw shit, I thought, I simply couldn't tell this to Heather, but told Bill to uncork the bubbly, while I unpacked the picnic basket. I found little plates, crystal champagne flutes, napkins and towels. In the cookie tin I found the most delicious looking chocolate dipped strawberries. When Bill popped the cork on the iced bottle, I found out that it was actually Asti Spumonte, which was a sweeter sparkling wine that went much better with our sweet chocolate dipped strawberries.

I sat on my left hip, close enough to kiss him, and we fed each other the fruit and sipped our own Spumonte. Then, things moved quickly. He took off my halter top, bareing my breasts, and I took off his polo shirt. I put a strawberry in my teeth, and we both ate away at it, until we were kissing. While we ate and drank, the rest of our clothes came off. Bill lay on his back and beckoned me to ride his big prick. Ahhhhh, it felt so good sliding down on his beautiful dick and having him fill my wet cunt. While I rode him, I snatched the bottle of Spumonte, and drank liberally directly from the open bottle. After we came, I slid up Bill's body to straddle his face. Although I still had the bottle in one hand, while he ate me out, and I couldn't even take one swig, because of what he did to my pussy and clit. Bill grabbed the bottle out of my hand, as he flipped me onto my back. Bill poured a little Spumonte in my cunt. It fizzed and made me tingle, before he sucked it out. He also poured bubbly fizzy in my navel and over my breasts, which he promptly lapped up. He killed the rest of the bottle, with one big chug, climbed on top of me, and screwed me silly, but he stayed inside me, and although he started slowly, until his cock recovered, and then he fucked my brains out. That was it. I was a little disappointed that I didn't get a chance to suck his prick, which was laden with my pussy juices. We cleaned ourselves up, with the napkins and towels in the picnic basket, got dressed and headed back to the house. Guess who had to use the towel.

On the way back to the house, we talked over some other detailed items, which I will reveal a little later. The blanket was left where we found it, the ice bucket was emptied and left in the wash tub, the tin of a few leftover strawberries went back in the refrigerator, and the nearly empty picnic basket was left on a counter. When we got back to my bedroom, we both undressed. Our clothes were just piled on my bed, except for my thong, which went in the clothes hamper. Only one of the 3 ropes used to tie me up, before our little outing, was left on my bed. Instead, the other 2 ropes had been replaced by long thin belts. With the rope, Bill tied my wrists crossed, behind my back, in a reverse double hammerlock. One of the 1" brown leather belts was wrapped around my right arm, just above my elbow, and them encircled my upper arms, just above my elbows, and was pulled awfully tight, and buckled and secured. The 2nd leather belt was similarly placed, and wrapped, and tightly buckled around my upper arms around my arm's biceps, I felt the strain and pull across my chest. I tried not to stare at my breasts in the full length mirror hanging behind my bedroom door. I notice just how thin my waist looks in this tie, and how my waist leads upward to my ribcage, and finally to my spectacular looking tits resting on my ribcage, and I began to hope that these guys would use me, as my hot body deserved.

Bill and I headed out of my room, where we met Charlie coming up the stairs, undoubtedly looking for us. He led the way and held the cellar door for us to descend the stairs. I got a glimpse of Heather just finishing her stair descent ahead of us. By the time I hit the last step down into the basement, I was used to my bondage, and it felt really good and tight and just right. I noticed that a length of plastic pipe had somehow been clamped to our support posts and was a little longer than 10', because it spanned 2 posts, and was mounted about 3' high. I stood ther while I was blindfolded, had clamps fastened and tightened onto my nipples, and my mouth was stuffed with 2 thongs and sealed in with a tight ballgag. When I was prepared, I was bent way over the plastic pipe. A rope was slid between my bound arms and my back, and pulled me over the bar and tied to my ankles. Additionally, my right ankle was tied to the post on my right, and my other ankle was tied to Heather's right ankle. There was a strain on my hamstrings, since my legs were spread at least 3-1/2' apart. Hands roamed over and squeezed my spread exposed ass and asshole. One of 2 things would happen next, but I was certain that I would experience both. They used the dimpled sides of the ping pong paddles to thrash Heather's and my butts. Although I couldn't see my poor ass cheecks, from nearly being doubled over, my poor butt felt sorer than by any other means they had previously used to spank me.

While still bent over, a small 3" RC bullet vibrator was shoved far up my love canal, until it bumped against my cervix, and was remotely turned on high. Someone's finger lubed my tight rose bud, which was followed by a stiff cock slowly pushing past my anal sphincter. Once my protective defenses were torn down, I was fucked deep up my ass, and with the help of my little 3" bullet buzzing only a thin wall away, I was slowly fucked deep and hard. It really felt good, and I enjoyed every stroke of his cock, until we both came. I was confused. I had thought that the 1st cock, that had fucked my colon was Charlie, but I was mistaken, because the next cock that slid almost effortlessly into my colon, was much thicker than the one that had just screwed me. OH MY GOD, I wished that I would pass out, because I didn't think that I could take the extreme pleasure and sensations that spread throughout my body right down to my curled toes. I don't remember coming, but I'm sure that I did, and I clearly remember the feeling of his hot seed spreading throughout my colon. After everyone was cleaned up and disinfected, the ropes holding Heather and I bent over the plastic pipe were removed, as well as the ropes tying our ankles spread wide apart, were untied.

Without warning, Heather and I were picked up and thrown over the plastic pipe, so that when we were set down, we were held above the floor only by our pussies. A rope was tied to my crossed wrists in back, and tied off somewhere in the ceiling's exposed woodwork. My entire weight was supported by my pussy, with the rope to the ceiling serving only as a stabilizer. To make natters worse, my ankles were tied together, pulled up, and tied off well above the floor, and tied to the pipe. MY GOD, who had come up with this dastardly torture? My pussy gradually sank, and my pussy lips molded themselves around the pipe, and I seemed to be supported only by my mons and some bone or cartilage at the bottom of my pussy. They took off our blindfolds, and we could see and assess our plight. For perhaps the next hour or so, Heather and I were subjected to alternating types of stimulation, which resulted in 1 or 2 orgasms each time. We still had those pesky, but very effective RC bullet vibrators, buried deep in our twats. First, those little devils were remotely turned on high for about 15 minutes. I jerked like an electric shock, moaned, mewed, whimpered, and eventually screamed, into my gag, and succumbed to my orgasm. I had one more orgasm, before the guys hauled out their secret weapon. Do you remember the Hitachi Magic Wand Massager/Vibrator? They used an extension cord, from where it had been plugged in behind the pool table, vroomed the sucker up to its fastest speed, and simply rested the Hitachi's head on the plastic pipe between Heather and me.

The vibrations that shot through my pussy were many times faster and stronger than from the little workhorse buzzing in my cunt. I was drawn to the pipe in search of a spectacular orgasm. I bent my knees, and leaned forward, and was forced to ride out the unexpected orgasm that slammed into my being like a brick shit house. I screamed and came and spasmed and spasmed some more, but fought to stretch the rope, that held my bound wrists to the ceiling, Success, I was able to lean forward enough to press my clit directly on the vibrating pipe. Although I was still technically still coming down from my previous orgasm, an E5+ tornado swooped up my consciensus body and soul into a whirlwind of stars and lights and spasms. As I came and spasmed and came and spasmed again, I fought the urge to go over to the dark side, because I wanted to enjoy and experience every second of this experience. All of a sudden it was over, and I had no idea how many times I came. Jennifer and I were untied enough to take us off the pipe. On the floor, I could not stand by myself and crumpled back to the floor. Al and Bill managed to free me from the rest of my bonds, plus extract the bullet vibrator from the depths of my love canal. Al got me up on my feet, and although I walked some what bow legged to one of the supporting posts, which I had been tied to ??? timrs previously, but the exact number was still not clear in my mind.

While Bill and Dean dismantled the horizontal plastic pipe, Al tied me to the post. I didn't have the strength or will power to resist him. My wrists were tied crossed behind my back and the post. A 2nd rope was tied above my elbows. Finally. A rope was tied to my wrist rope, and stretched and tied to a similar rope coming from Heather's wrists. Our breasts were thrust out as free fodder for the guys to play with and ravish. A doubled roped tied me to the post at my waist, and my ankles were tied together. Al gave me a long deep wet open mouthed kiss,which immediately led to serious tongue play. Both his hands played with my breasts and nipples. After many minutes of this, Al worked his now erect penis between my legs, amd sawed it back and forth through my pussy slit. I moaned and purred, while my mouth was being ravaged, and my nipples were being rolled and lengthened. When it was Bill's turn to have a go at me, he continued the nearly frantic kissing that I loved, and never wanted to stop. Bill alternated kissing me and sucking my nipples, while the middle finger of his right hand slipped into my pussy. He rubbed and teased my pussy mercilessly, until I didn't know whether I would pass out or have to beg him to finish me off. Suddenly, my ankles were untied, and I spread my legs as far apart as I could, as an invitation to fuck me, but Al grabbed my thighs, picked me up, and wrapped my legs around his hips. He bounced me up and down on his rigid prick, taking me deeper and deeper, several times bottoming out when his cock hit my cervix. We continued viciously fucking each other, until both of us eventually came.

Next, Bill entered me and simply fucked me to the post that I was tied to. His pounding of my cunt was so relentless, that I couldn't even catch my breath enough to belt out a decent scream when I came. Following what turned out to be my only screwing of the entire afternoon, Heather and I were released, were tied standing and spread-eagle between 2 posts. Padded leather cuffs were buckled to our wrists, ropes tied to the cuff's D-rings were used to tie our wrists spread up somewhere in the ceiling's overhead super structure. Long ropes tied my widely spread ankles to the posts at their bases. Heather and I were secured together, back-to-back, only by a single rope around our waists. Since I was taller than Heather, her spread legs were tied inside mine. Charlie sat on the carpeted floor under our spread legs wielding the Hitachi high speed vibrator, which was left all set up right there from our time straddling the horizontal plastic pipe. At the last second, it was decided that Heather and I should be ballgagged and have our nipples clamped. It seemed that everytime that I wore nipple clamps, they were tightened just a little bit more than the previous time, consequently there was more initial twat tingling pain, and it took my mind and body longer to assimilate the mixed feelings.

Charlie fired up the Hitachi at high speed. He pressed the huge head firmly against my pussy and clit for a minute or two, and withdrew it. That was his idea of a teaser, and indication that more and longer bursts would follow. Charlie went back and forth between Heather's cunt and mine, gradually lengthening the time that each of us was subject to the pussy wreaking stimulations from the now monster vibrator. Heather came first, and I came right after her. Our gag s muffled our screams, whem we came. However, the guys crowded around us and watched for any signs that either Heather or I might pass out. Charlie relentlessly continued his work on us with the Hitachi, only it was getting more serious. Each time we got the Wand, Heather and I were having 2-3 small-medium sized orgasms each time the Hitachi was held against our pussies. I don't think that it was done on purpose, but all of a sudden there was a pull on the waist rope holding us together. Heather's knees had buckled and she started to go down. It was never clear whether she passed out for sure, but the guys had caught her, and Heather was smiling and talking and insisting that it was nothing. They had righted Heather, and ripped off her gag. and within a minute or two she was back to normal. Next, it was my turn, and I'm certain that Charlie used his sex weapon on me with malicious intent. I came and came and came and .......... I was awakened by a light slapping of my cheek and someone shaking my shoulders. My gag had been removed and I could take in full gulps of air. They said that I had been out for no more than a minute or two.

While I was still groggy, my nipple clamps came off, though I didn't feel a thing. I had a big fat penis vibrator shoved up you know where, and tightly tied buried in my cunt, with a double crotchrope. The guys had un-tied Heather's spread-eagle tie, turned her around facing me, and re-tied her in the same spread-eagle tie, tit to tit, and pussy to pussy, with me. Our left and right spread legs were tied to their opposite limbs at Heather's and my calves, above our knees, and right at the tops of our legs, as close to our pussies as they could get. Their next operation took all four of them to pull off. One of them held us steady by our hair. Two of them each grabbed one of our breasts, and positioned each of them so that our elongated nipples, thanks to the aforementioned nipple clamps, were lined up touching, but of course pointing in opposite directions. The 4th guy used that heavy black thread, and wound it tight around both nipples 3 times, knotted them tightly together. Heather's left nipple and my right nipple were tightly bound together in the same way. Two long wide belts cinched our supple bodies together at our waists and around our bodies right at the level of our bound nipples, which mashed our bound nipples into each other causing me a bit more pain and discomfort. Finally, a 12"-14" pink flesh like 2-1/2" double dong was forced deep into Heather's and my mouths. Our heads were slanted at nearly a 45 degree angle, our heads were pushed together, until our lips smashed into each other's, and they used Ace bandages to hold our heads in that position. Our spread arms were also tied together in 3 places.

I couldn't remember ever being tied up with so much rope, and I had to assess my situation. The guys took so long in tying us up, and getting our nipples tied together perfectly, that the vibrator up my twat had plenty of time to get me worked up into a state whereby I was going to come, whether I was ready or not, in a minute or two. Geez, I hadn't enen thought of Heather at all. She had been using her tongue to move the double Dong phallus deeper into my throat. It was kinda free floating in our mouths, and the sneaky Heather had pushed it well down my throat. My only recourse was to chomp onto the Dong, and suck it as hard and fast as I could, while that orgasm, that had been building, plowed through my cunt and my brain, and subsequently shattered my whole being into millions or billions of charged nerve pulses that left me both spent and charged up for more. When Heather came, I managed to use my tongue to slide more of the Dong back in Heather's mouth to even things out. Heather andI had come to an unspoken compromise, and when our vibrators brought us to our next orgasms, we kissed each other and sucked the damn Dong, until each of us had recovered from the2nd round. While all the guys had gone upstairs, I presumed to work on lunch, Charlie hung around to keep an eye on us, which should have been a comfort for our safety, but rather turned out to be more of a meddlesome pest.

Charlie somehow slithered his hand between us, worked his fingers around and in-between our crotchropes, to rub our clits. I still wasn't sure if he was trying to assist us or not, but the vibrator, constantly buzzing in our love holes, was mechanically always building us up for another orgasm. Charlie didn't have to go far to dig his fingers between our breasts, and poke or push any part of either of our titties to cause our numbed thread tied nipples more pain, which immediately shot to my pussy. The senses that flowed through my body wers so intense and confusing that I sought out Heather's sweet lips and made her kiss me constantly until it was over. Several orgasms later, Charlie started the long process of freeing Heather and me. The ropes and belts that held us together were removed first. Charlie had a scissors to cut the black thread that held our nipples tied together. However Charlie did nothing to help Heather and me with the swell of pain that hit our nipples, when our blood surged back into our nipples. Instead, he removed our crotchropes and the vibrators that were buried in our twats. Charlie freed Heather's wrist and ankle cuffs, and told her that she could take a bathroom break and meet everyone out on the pool's patio. Meanwhile, I still stood there bound in a standing spread-eagle. Charlie took me right where I stood. His thick cock easily slid into my warmed up and waiting honey hole. He crushed my body to his, and leaned into me with a scorching kiss that he would not allow to end, until we both had come.

Charlie released me, and left me with more cum dribbling down my inner thighs. Heather had not yet returned from her downstairs bathroom break, so Charlie let me use the main floor bathroom to clean up for dinner. I peed, washed my pussy and legs, plus brushed my teeth and washed my face. I joined everyone out on the patio. I mention dinner only to say that chef Dean cooked most of it on our gas bar-b-que grill, and that Heather and I ate free of bonds on our sprayed white wrought iron glass topped patio tables, with matching cushioned chairs. As soon as dinner was over and the tables cleared, Heather and I were tied up for what ever the guys had planned for us. We were both tied in the reverse double hammerlock position. Again, I got a belt pulled tight and cinched just above the elbows of my upper arms. A 2nd belt that was cinched so tight at about my biceps, that it rendered the upper half of my body totally immobile. I knew that we were going to be lying somewhere flat on our backs, because if they had tied us in the reverse prayer position (Heather's favorite), It would be too painful to lie on our backs on anything but a soft mattress. We were taken outside the pool fence, and into a little alcove of lush lawn on the side of our house. Our giant cotton beach blanket had been spread out on the lawn, and at one end of the blanket, 3 stakes had been pounded into the lawn in a straight line about 4' apart.

Before they forced Heather and ne to lie down on the blanket, we were ballgagged and blindfolded. Then our ankles were tied wide apart to the stakes. They fucked me where I lay. In fact, all 4 men had me, For me it was agonizing torture, as I lay there spread open on my bound arms, ,with my tits and nipples pointed tantalizingly in their faces. One after the other, they screwed me ever so slowly, and each of them teased my poor hot pussy mercilessly. I couldn't understand how they kept their composure and control of their dicks. I was moaning, and squirming, and writhing all over the place, and screaming into my gag some garbled nonsense about my need to come. By the 3rd guy, I was pleading and begging, again into my gag, to let me come. By the end, each of them had given me a colossal mind numbing body shattering orgasm that would be hard to forget. My spread ankles were untied and I was pulled to my feet. Two of the guys walked me a ways across the lush green lawn, until my bare feet told me that I was back on the large cotton blanket. There they laid me down on my back. A moment later, a sopping wet pussy sat on my face. Since Heather was the only other person there with a pussy, I knew what I was supposed to do. Immediately, I began licking Heather's sweet dripping pussy. Her muscular thighs clamped against my head, and I had no chance of any head freedom.

I was well into licking and sucking Heather's pussy, when two guys grabbed my free legs and held them up ans stretched them impossibly wide apart. A 3rd guy had 2 fingers firmly embedded in and out of my cunt, finger fucking me, while the 4th guy teased and rubbed my clitoris. I struggled and tried to kick out at them. I was still recovering from being fucked 4 times in a row, and wha they were doing to my poor used and abused pussy. It was too much for me to take, and I nearly cried, from I'm not sure what, but it was really hard concentrating on getting Heather off. My cunt licking pattern was in shambles, and in order to get Heather off, I had to resort to licking and sucking and nibbling on her red swollen pulsating sex organ. When they finally let up on me, I had made Heather come twice, while they made me come 3 or 4 times. We switched places, and I sat on Heather's face. She licked and sucked my pussy, and got me off 3 times. There wasn't nearly the commotion under me, like I caused, although I could feel Heather's humping and gyrations and heard the guttural moans coming from her throat ass she worked on my cunt. Everytime I came, I let loose a healthy scream. However, when Heather came her screams wre muffled by my pussy bearing down hard on her mouth. All of a sudden 2 guys plucked me off Heather and held me tightly by the arms.

I was pissed, either at myself or them, as they started to walk me away. I struggled and broke free, but where the Hell was I going? There were 4 of them and I was still blindfolded. Four sets of hands grabbed me everywhere, and for the next 15-20 minutes, they manhandled me and roughed me up, while they roughly tied me up, AND I LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT!!! A doubled rope was snugly tied around my waist in back, passed through my legs and up through my pussy with the excess being used as a leash. Two of the guys still firmly held my bound arms, while the other two pulled on the 2 strands of rope that went through my bare unprotected pussy. They towed me in circles around our yard, rubbing and agitating my bare pussy.

We finally stopped, after I guess that I got their message, that the guys were definitely in charge, and my sore pussy was the evidence that I had gotten the word, and they were in charge. They made me bend over and inserted a little 3" remote controlled bullet vibe deep up my butt hole, without the aid of any lubrication, and a large fat RC bumpy vibe was shoved deep up my twat. That make shift crotchrope that they used to pull me around, was re-tied into a very tight double crotchrope, which held my 2 new vibrators firmly in place. My reverse hammerlock tie was un-tied, and at least 3-4 of the total of 8 hands, caressed and roughly molested my body in all the right sensuous places. They ripped off my blindfold and backed me up to the trunk of one of our 2 pear trees. I was down kneeling on the dry lush green grass. My legs were on either side of the tree's trunk. My ankles and calves were tied behind the tree's trunk. My thighs were tied together, and the excess rope lashed my bound thighs to the tree. A much longer 6"wide belt, that I had not seen before, was buckled over my pussy, and held me tightly to the tree, after my butt cheeks were held open, and the tree trunk settled in my ass crack. One of the belts that secured my upper arms was used to cinch my waist to the tree, and the other belt went around the very tops of my swelling breasts. Finally, behind the tree's trunk, my wrists were tied palm-to-palm, and a rope stretched and pulled really tight, connected my wrists to Heather's, so that my arms were pulled nearly straight out behind me. A final short rope tied my elbows together. That only served to make my titties jut out just a bit more.

I knelt there all tied up, and all set to start sucking some cock, but that didn't happen for perhaps another hour or so. First, it was then that one of them the keeper of the RC remotes, chose to fire up the RC vibrators in my asshole and up my cunt. Their speed was adjusted to maximum, and I knew thatt I was awfully close to coming. although I had One after the other, all 4 guys knelt in front of me, and began a systematic assault on my body, and a tearing down of any bodily defenses that I had in place. First, my mouth was plundered, and devastated by long deep passionate kisses that took my breath away. The tongue action was hot and heavy, and at times I thought that a couple tongues were trying to perform a tonsillectomy on me. I was kissed all over my face, ears, jaw, neck, amd all over my upper chest, down to my inviting hard red tipped nipples and pinkish areolas. My breasts were generally treated roughly and kinda manhandled. At this point, I was seriously really getting into it, and began involuntarily gasping and moaning. Although my breasts were thoroughly felt up and licked and kissed, my nipples were there main target. Each one of them sucked hard on my nipples, and each time they finished, my nipples were a little redder and a little longer.

When I was sitting on Heather's face, she spent time licking and nibbling, and even pulling my clit. Consequently, when the guys tied the crotchrope on me, my clit was supersensitive, engorged and getting pinched and getting vibrated on both sides from the 2 strands of the crotchrope. After the guys were finished with my breasts, they did something to me that I dearly loved. They, mostly 2 at a time, kissed and caressed every luscious curve of my body, starting behind me, with my well formed muscular calves, and worked their way up to my soft hairless armpits and finished on the sculpted curves of my neck. The 1st guy next went down to my pussy, where my clit was poking through my crotchrope. The vibrators, in my holes, had worked me into an inescapable spiral of sexual yearning, and when he rubbed the exposed tip of my clit, I got dizzy and felt higher than a good snort or 2 of meth, screamed, and saw all the beautiful colors of the rainbow, as well as stars and other celestial bodies. Somewhere in the middle of the 3rd guy's playing/molesting me, I felt a momentary slack in the rope that held my arms tied out behind me. It was quickly corrected, and Charlie didn't miss a beat in his relentless pursuit of playing with me and getting me off. All of a sudden, it all clicked and came together for me.

The rope that held my arms out behind my back was at a higher and a little more painful angle. It was tied to the lowest branch on Heather's pear tree, and HEATHER WAS GONE! I was facing our house and generally couldn't tell what was going on behind me. I peeked again and saw that Heather was being led over to the big beech tree at the other far corner of our lot. I studied Charlie further, and noticed how wet his cock was, and saw traces of fresh cum in the groove around the head of his penis. So, Hether had been sucking them all off, while I was getting the treatment. Charlie and the 4th guy, Dean, each made me come twice. When Dean had finished with me, he slowly and laboriously untied all the ropes and belts that bound me, and removed the bullet from my ass and the vibrator from my cunt. My joints and muscles felt like jelly, and I truly couldn't get up to stand on my own 2 feet. Exasperated, Dean finally picked me up and carried me over to the old Beech tree, where he deposited me on the good 'ole cotton blanket. I was allowed to recover for a few minutes, but I still didn't feel that I could get up and stand on my own. No problem, because heavy duty padded ristand ankle cuffs, with attached D-ring were buckled onto my wrists and ankles. My wrist cuffs were clipped together, while long heavy ropes were tied to my ankle cuff's D-rings. First, Heather was hoisted up, by the ankles, using the heavy ropes and tied off. Heather was hanging from a 6" diameter branch, with her feet about 10' above the ground.

I was hoisted up next, with the heavy ropes tossed over an 8" branch protruding out the other side of the Beech tree's trunk at about 12' above the ground. I looked up at myself, and was surprised at how extremely long my legs looked. My 24" waist look like it might measure no more than 20" around, my body was un-naturally stretched. My 38C breasts, of course, saggeg down towards my armpits, but what truly amazed me was that my gorgeous boobs, by in large kept their shape on my chest. I guessed that I easily became accustomed to my upside down position, and quickly lapsed into daydreaming, while the guys fiddled with Heather. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, There was nothing that could have brought me out of my complacency than the crack of a suede flogger slapping painfully stunning blows across my bare titties. It seemed that they flogged the shit out of Heather's and my bodies from neck to toes. When they finished on us, we Zwere more than pretty pink skin toned. Instead, we looked like red ghostly fiery skinned whores. Our tits and pussies had the color of bright red coals, and our ass cheeks were the dark worn color of an old leather chair. They lowered Heather to a height where they could do all kinds of nasty sexy orgasmic things to her, like they had done with me tied to the cherry tree. I was lowered a little further, to optimum blowjob height, before my ankle ropes were tied off. Yup, you guessed it, I had to suck off all 4 of them UPSIDE DOWN!!!

They mixed up their order that I had set in my mind, but no matter. Each one of them held their stiff cocks up, so that I could get at their precious jewels. I licked and sucked their scrotums. I was so hot to get some real big cocks in my mouth, that my salivary glands were on hyper drive. I literally engulfed their entire scrotums in my mouth, separated their balls with my tongue, and sucked the Hell out of each of their walnuts. While my tongue was right there, I slobbered and licked the entire lengths of their cocks, getting them all slippery and well coated with my own oral lubricant. From that mpoint on, the guys seem to take over. Two of the guys let me slowly engulf and suck his cock, as I took him deeper and deeper, until the head of his cock had bottomed in my throat. Then, and only then, did he/they grasp my head or hair, and hold my head right up against his body, and my nose was buried squarely between his balls. I sucked and sucked and sucked that cock, until he gave it up, and shot almost his entire load directly down my throat. The other 2 guys chose to use the pound and punish method. They grabbed my head and used it as a battering ram to pummel my mouth and throat, with his cock. All I could do was to hang on, suck when I could, and eventually he sank his twitching cock deep in my throat to spurt his load of gism down my throat. I hadn't been paying attention to what they were doing to Heather hanging upside dowm from the branch on the other side of the tree, but that seemed to be the end of that phase of their games.

I thought that I was finished up there, but 1/2 of a 7" panel double penis gag was buried in my twat, and I hung there while they worked on Heather. She was lowered almost to the ground, but one of the guys caught her and cradled her in his arms. As fast as they could, 2 guys threw Heathers leg ropes over my tree branch, pulled her up facing me, and tied her off. She was even Steven lips to lips and pussy to pussy with me. The 7" double penis gag was plucked from my pussy, and jammed into Heather's cunt. Then, they started to tie us together. With her shorter legs, Heather's legs were inside mine. They tied each of our spread legs together at our calves, mid thighs, and right at the crease at the top of our legs. We were lashed together, using 2 long brown belts, at our waists and under our armpits. That 7" double penis gag was snatched out of Heather's twat, amd forced into our mouths and down into our throats, making sure that we had each other's pussy juices deep in our throats, before it was buckled into place. Big vibrators were forced all the way into our love tunnels, and left to run on high. No crotchropes were needed, because the vibes were really buried in there, and had virtually no chance of working themselves against gravity and work their way out, besides there were enough guys around us to make sure that didn't happen. In this instance, the orientation of Heather's mouth and mine to each other's didn't matter, and they wrapped our heads together, using the familiar Ace bandage.

As the vibrator in my love tunnel began to have its effects on me, I began to suck the pussy juice laden penis gag deep in my mouth and throat. It was a comfort to taste the sweet juices from Heather's pussy. Soon Heather was vigorously sucking her half of the penis gag. After Heather and I had one orgasm apiece, the guys switched tactics a bit. Two of them each grabbed our cuffed wrists, and pulled them downward and forced them straight out behind us, nearly parallel with the ground. The other two molestors wielded humming and pulsating vibrators, which they applied directly to our clits. The high speed assault was continuous and non-stop. Heather and I shook, and shivered and stiffened and screamed and came, but the onslaught did not stop. Heather and I began to come more frequently, until we were out of control and coming constantly. At some point, I noticed that Heather's mouth had gone slack and she was no longer sucking the 7" penis gag. Heather had passed out from orgasmic overload, but they continued to apply the vibrator to her clit, and I was amazed to feel her whole orgasmic cycle, even though she was unconscious. It was my turn next, and they were going to press that fucking vibrator to my clit, until I too passed out.

I was in the middle of another orgasm, when Heather passed out, and the building of another one was fast overtaking mywhole body, Again, I remember shuddering and screaming, and I guess I slipped into the protection of the black oblivion. I awoke while Heather and I were being untied, as we were being lowered to the blanket below. They told me only that I had been out for only a short while, but confessed that they all watched as I went through an entire orgasmic cycle, WHILE I WAS UNCONSCIOUS!!! This confirmed that I could experience full sexual fulfillment, while off in LaLa land. After Heather and I were allowed to recover for at least 10 minutes, the guys got us up on our feet to be tied up again. Heather merely had her wrists tied behind her back, while I got the full treatment. My wrists were twisted behind my back and tied crossed in the reverse hammer lock. In addition ropes tightly lashed my upper arms, just above my elbows and around my biceps. I think some variation of this tie had become my favorite because, the tight immobile bondage restrictions were so deliciously wicked in my mind, and my tits were pushed out as far as was possible, and my nipples still pointed provocatively up wards.

We all walked back to the house. Charlie and Dean took Heather into the pool area, while Al and Bill took me around the corner of the house, where the stakes were pounded into the lush green lawn. I heard the splashing sound of 3 people plunging into the pool, and then heard no more from that area. Meanwhile, I was laid out on the lawn, but my ankles were not tied to any of the stakes. Instead, Bill blindfolded me. I did get confused, because it was impossible for me to tell who was doing what to me, but I wished it had never stopped. At first 2 guys went down on me, and I raised my knees, spread my legs, and arched my back into their tongues. I supposed that the volume and number of screams they elicited out of me, before I came, was their measure of success. They were followed by 2 guys who finger fucked me with 1 finger, followed by 2 fingers, followed by 3 fingers, and a good rubbing of my clit, with a finger from the other hand directly rubbing my clit, in case I had notcome yet come or he decided to make me come a 2nd time. Finally 2 guys slowly screwed me. This time I could tell that it was not Charlie's fat cock, nor Dean's long thin cock, that often slammed into my cervix. When the last guy finished with me, he ripped off my blindfold, and it turned out to be Bill. He helped me to my feet and took me into the pool area. There was no sign of Heather or Charlie or Dean.

Bill picked me up and carried me out to the end of our low diving board. My GOD!, the fucking water was 12' deep, if he threw me in, and I was still severely bound. Damn if he didn't do it. Bill took 3 steps forward, jumped on the end of the low springboard, and we catapulted up towards the sky. At the apex of our dive, Bill let me goand pushed me out in front of him, to fall freely into the 12' deep water. I curled up into a semblance of a ball, took a deep breath, and sorta cannonballed into the water. I hit bottom and kicked and propelled myself to the surface, where Al and Bill were waiting for me to break water. They grabbed my hair and dragged me to shallow water. Though not ideal, they used the pool water to wash pussy juice residue from my face. The little bit of cum oozing from my cunt was washed away, and Al used his fingers to rid the inside of my cunt of all traces of residual cum. At their lead, I sloshed through the water, climbed the corner pool stairs, and was freed of all bonds. I was given 2 towels, and used one to dry my hair, and the other to dry the rest of my "cleaned" naked body. After I finished drying myself off, and my hair was as dry as I could get it without a blow dryer, we all went upstairs. I peeked into Heather's bedroom, and saw that she was peacefully sleeping, with her wrists cuffed to her bed's headboard, just as we had been left the previous nights. Bill told me that Heather had taken her 2 Ambien sleeping pills, which meant that she would sleep soundly until morning.

We moved into my bedroom, and I told Al that I would need the Hitachi Magic Wand Vibrator, which meant that he had to go down to the cellar to get it. Meanwhile I slipped into my bathroom and finished blow drying my hair, peed, and brushed my teeth. I put on a robe and slippers, and took Bill down to my office, off our living room.

Epilogue -

Of the names I had assigned each of the 4 guys, Bill was the only true name, and he was President of his underground company. All his men were bonded and insured, and had been recently tested for STDs. Heather and I regularly had our blood tested, considering our lifestyle, and I provided those results to Bill. It was also comforting to know that each of the 4 guys had EMT and First Aid training. In my office, Bill presented me with a lengthy invoice. I noted that they had done everything to us that they promised to do, AND MORE! Heather and I had learned and experienced a number of new positions, and had been introduced to a number of sex toys. I wrote a check to S.F.U. (Sexual Fantasies Unlimited), and included a generous tip. There was just one more thing that I wanted Bill to do for me. When Bill and I exited my office, we found the other 3 guys lounging around the living room drinking beer. Bill asked them to back their van into my driveway, and load up their equipment,plus to police the house and grounds for any of their forgotten equipment. I led Bill up to my bedroom.

In my bedroom, I shed my robe and slippers and plunked myself down in the center of my bed. Bill tied my legs so wide open, to the side rails of the bed, that I was nearly split in half. He stuffed a vallgag into my mouth, so that I could scream without waking Heather in the next room. I slipped my arms behind my back and grasped one wrist for dear life. Bill fired up the Hitachi Massager/vibrator and pressed it firmly to my pussy and clit. I fought it, but still came and cane and came. My orgasmic screams were, of course, muffled by my ballgag. Slowly and gradually, I began to slip into the dark world of unconsciousness. I was awakened by my alarm clock at 3:oo AM. My ballgag was gone and my legs had been freed. The 4 guys from S.F.U. were gone. Once I realized where I was and knew my body's status. I leaped out of bed, feeling really great, and took a quick shower. Once dried off, I put my robe and slippers back on and headed for the kitchen, and mixed and baked 2 layers of Heather's favorite white cake. While the cakes baked, I checked the house and grounds, and found everything in order. When the 2 circular cake layers had cooled, I frosted them with pre-made chocolate fudge frosting, and stuck as many candles on top that we had.

I took the cake and some matches up to Heather's bedroom, put the cake on her bedside table, and lit all the candles. I woke Heather up by licking her pussy. When she was fully awake, I released her and helped her sit up in bed. I put the flaming cake on her lap, told her to make a wish and blow out all the candles. After that, I let her tie me up, and give me an enema. Besides a few gag gifts, Heather had her way with me all day,which was the day of her actual birthday.