Chapter 4

The vibrator left my clit. I felt it travel over my stuffed cunt, brush against my wedged apart ass cheeks and press into the side of the dildo working away up my asshole.

It journeyed up the dildo and pressed into the stretched opening of my ass. I knew what was to happen. I knew that soon my ass would be stuffed with both the dildo and the smaller vibrator. And I wanted that to happen.

Tightening my muscles, and pushing as if to take a big shit, I opened my asshole as much as possible and the vibrator popped in to join the dildo in its travels into my dark recesses.

My asshole stretched... and stretched and stretched some more until both were firmly embedded, and again Jason started his fucking motions as they entered and retreated. In and out. In and out. I had no more complaints to offer, it felt just grand.

Then again something cool approached my overheated cunt. "Nooooo," I silently cried as yet another one entered in me to press beside the other two already up my stretched cunt.

Full?

I had never appreciated the true meaning of that word before. Three fucking, pumping dildos up my pussy, a fat one up my ass along with the smaller vibrating one. Five fucking, pumping dildos in my body. As I contemplated that thought, my body had the audacity to come yet again and I gave up all pretense at thinking. I just accepted and came even harder.

I'm sure I was screaming, but I have no idea what came out of my throat. But whatever it was it sure as hell didn't stop anyone from doing what they were doing to me. Bless them. Bless them all.

I tried to catalog all that was happening, and it was quite a bit of action, even if I was not active in doing any of the administrating.

Three people were arranged between and below my bound opened legs. Betsy was cleaning up the last of Charles' discharge as her fingers worked away on her fat nippled tits. Charles was driving all three dildos up my cunt. Jason was driving the dildo and vibrating dildo up my ass.

There were five damned things driving into my pulsating body. On top of that, I was still in harness. The rod pressed into my arched back back. My legs, held open by the spreader bar, were attached to a hook in the ceiling. My ass was still quite toasty warm from the previous paddling. My tits were swelling, making the straps dig in deeply as it looked like my own nipples, not as large as Betsy's but full and extended anyway, throbbed upon the ends.

Yes, no doubt about it. I was well and effectively being handled as I twisted, jerked, flopped, moaned and came in midair.

A thought flashed through my mind: could they stuff even more dildos in my cavities and I still enjoy it?

That question was soon answered.

The vibrating dildo was pulled from my sucking asshole and again placed at my jumping clit as Charles took one out of my cunt. I felt it slide between my ass cheeks and for a moment I felt both of their hands exchange it. I knew, just knew, its new destination.

Jason pulled the dildo out of my ass and before it had a chance to close both flared cock-like ends pressed into my stretched orifice. And pressed. And pressed. I felt my self yielding much easier than I ever imagined I could and both heads entered me.

I froze. Trying to remain perfectly still as inch followed inch. My ass stretched and somehow accepted both dildos up, up and up inside me. I was amazed by the lack of pain and relaxed my body... Doing so, I was more aware of what else was being done to it.

Betsy was now pressing and working the vibrator against my clit as Charles again worked a third one up my sucking pussy. That was it. I had five full pumping dildos in me and a sixth working away at my clit and I was in heaven.

Then again they changed tactics.

Charles, in one move, jerked all three dildos out of my cunt. But it wasn't vacant for long. Soon warm, wiggly, oiled fingers took their place.

Twisting to see as best as I could I saw something that made my heart stop beating.

Charles was standing back as Betsy stood firmly between my legs and worked her hand up my recently stretched snatch. I felt each finger, each knuckle scrape across my cunt opening. Then the flared end of her hand pressed and pressed. Suddenly her hand popped in, wrist deep.

I froze. Just the thought of a hand inside me was shattering. But her next actions captured my full attention. Finger by finger Betsy made a fist inside my pussy. I expanded and accepted it. She pressed deeper and deeper. I felt her knuckles touch my cervix. Her wrist wedged my cunt wider and wider apart.

That was it. I was coming like never before as Betsy slammed in and out of me. It felt like she was in me up to her elbow and still I. came. In and out. In and out she move. Then on one of her withdrawing strokes she pulled all the way out of me.

To slam right back in. I was being truly fist fucked and loving each and every driving punch.

In and out her fist and arm moved as I climbed even higher. My body didn't resist anything as it continued to come.

I was coming close to fainting by their combined actions. Then something happened to pull me fully back.

Jason pulled both dildos out of my ass and the next second Betsy pulled her hand out me, too. God, did I ever feel empty. But not for long.

Betsy was working her slime covered hand into my asshole. Fingers extended, they entered and again I froze as if in a trance. Knuckles entered, followed by her palm and tucked in thumb. The base pressed into me and made sudden entry as my asshole swallowed her wrist and she was firmly encased.

Then again it was one finger at a time as she made yet another fist, this time in my ass and pushed even deeper. There is no cervix in the colon, nothing to stop her penetration. My gut contracted in pain as she pushed deeper as her arm made entry. Then slowly, as before, it made its retreat only to penetrate me again.

I was being ass fucked with a fist!

The thought of that was mind boggling.

The fact of that was stimulating as hell as it hit me—I was coming. Coming as a fist, of all damned things, flicked my ass.

I'm sure that it took me several seconds to recognize her next move. But when it did, I gave her my full and undivided attention.

Her other hand was making its way up my pussy. In less time than I thought possible there were two fists in me fucking away. If someone had asked earlier if two fists could fit in a female body, I would have said no, no way. But I would have been wrong because it was happening to me! And I was loving every second of its happening.

I thought I'd go out of my mind when Betsy turned her knuckles toward each other inside me, only a thin wall of internal tissues separating them as she rubbed them back and forth together. Finger knuckles pressed against finger knuckles inside me and I was off and running again with each internal vibration she made as her arms continued an in and out motion that sent me skyward to the stars and beyond.

Again I was on the verge of passing out when she again changed motions. Alternating her fists and arms she came at me like opposing sides of a locomotive. In my ass, out of my pussy. In my pussy and out of my ass. Chuga, chuga, chuga, chuga. My crotch felt like the punching bag that boxer use as right, left, right, left entered and left me. My body jerked with each invasion and continued to come until it finally happened.

I faded into a world of gray, then black.

Reality returned as it always does and I slowly became aware of my surroundings and the changes that had taken place.

I was no longer hanging semi-upside down in my harness. I was lying on the floor, harness still encasing me. My arms were still attached to the rod slid through the ring at my waist and the spreader bar was still at my ankles. I was no longer in midair and my body cavities were shamefully empty. I had been taken down and placed on the floor.

Another was now hanging in the air.

Of course it was Betsy. Betsy who had fist fucked both my pussy and ass just a short while ago.

Even having fainted by her actions, and Charles and Jason's too, I begrudged her the attention she was getting instead of me as I focused my eyes on her hanging form.

Her arms were bound with leather cuffs attached to hooks in the ceiling, from which she was hanging. Otherwise she was unencumbered. If one ignored the two men fucking away at her responsive body. Charles in her pussy, Jason up her ass as she swayed between them.

I knew, even if I was jealous, that they were flicking her instead of me for the simple reason that she was conscious and I hadn't been. Of all the damned luck, I thought.

But I really couldn't fault her in retrospect. She had been whipped while sucking my pussy and ass. She had sucked Charles' cock as he drove dildos in and out of me. Then, of course, she had fist flicked me into a faint.

I suppose it was only fair that she get her share of cock. I wasn't overjoyed at that prospect, but could thoroughly understand it. Jason had come earlier, so had Charles, and God knows how many times I had. It was her turn. So I turned voyeur instead of participator.