Reader's note: This series recounts her intense first-time foursome that plays out over the course of a single day, so start at Ch. 01 and enjoy the wild ride.
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Daddy turned to the table behind him and reached for a dildo the colour and shape of a man's cock - if that man happened to be an 8-foot tall gladiator.
My eyes widened in shock and I began to struggle against the bindings.
Daddy laughed, then also grasped two cruel-looking clamps and a marginally smaller, absolutely transparent crystal dildo that flared outwards in a sweeping cone shape from a tip the circumference of a cock.
"Hey mate, doesn't the 'Pussy Persuader' usually make its debut much later in the day?" John asked Daddy, eyeing the rigid toy he was hefting in his right hand.
"We have a lot of stretching to get through first if we're going to rescue her from the malaise of being a fisting virgin," Daddy told David and John, who considered his words for a moment then nodded in enthusiastic agreement.
Daddy's friends moved across the bed and settled on either side of my splayed thighs.
Daddy knelt between them, coming to rest a forearm's length away from my drenched pussy.
Acting in unison and by seemingly unspoken agreement, all three men reached out and began to massage my cunt.
I felt fingers trailing along my perineum, others lazily circling my inner folds and yet more capturing my clit and rolling it like a ball of wax.
The sensations made me writhe, small moans escaping my lips.
Then as one the fingers all moved inwards towards a specific goal; deep penetration.
I gasped at the bizarre sensation of three rigid fingers sliding into my cunt, each from a distinctly different direction.
Daddy and his friends started finger fucking me, their motions intense and determined, but maddeningly slow.
I felt Daddy's left hand settle on my shaven mons.
First he cupped the rise of flesh and stroked the smooth skin softly then he suddenly clenched his fist around it, inflicting a cruel twist that forced me to cry out.
My body instinctively jerked trying to roll away from the pain, but trussed open against the headboard I was completely at Daddy's mercy.
John growled at Daddy to let go.
"When you pinch like that her cunt convulses and it's already so damn tight that one of us could break a finger!" he complained.
Daddy laughed, but he loosened his grip slightly until I could again feel the blood throbbing through my aching mons like a second heartbeat.
His thumb slid down into my wet slit until it found my acutely sensitive clit, and pressed it firmly.
"That's precisely what we're doing right now," Daddy told John, "There's no way this cunt is going to take a fist at the moment, but we know how to fix that problem.
"In a few hours she's going to be begging to be fisted and love every second of it!"
The sensations produced by Daddy's thumb vibrating across my clit drove everything else from my mind, until I felt the fingers that were now plunging into my pussy to the hilt, begin to pull apart.
There was no change to their pace or motion except for the outward pressure being exerted against my pussy walls, forcing them to balloon.
John's middle finger was pulling to the left as it pistoned in and out, while David's was doing the same on the right.
Daddy's finger, meanwhile, forced my cunt opening downwards and I could feel my skin stretch uncomfortably tight.
My mind dissolved in a maelstrom of pleasure and increasing pain.
Daddy thrummed my clit faster while the relentless fingers continued to stretch my cunt open.
Suddenly David plunged his index finger into me as well, an action mirrored by John a split second later.
I whimpered at the aching, alien sensation of five digits forcing their way into my pussy, slamming down harder and harder between my gaping thighs until it felt like an oversized jackhammer was pile-driving into my pelvis.
Daddy's insistent thumb, though, forced me back from the precipice of pain to a place in my mind where pleasure was steadily building.
I hovered between the two extremes for what seemed an eternity, rising on the rolling swell of an orgasm that just wouldn't crest.
Then I wailed as I felt Daddy's thumb vanish, but it was immediately replaced by his warm, sensuous lips sucking my clit deep into his mouth.
Daddy's tongue lashed over the now aching nub and that ecstasy combined with the wanton lewdness of having so many hands playing with my cunt, forced a bucking, screaming, writhing orgasm from me that sent wave upon wave of tremors coursing through my painfully extended limbs.
The intensity of the climax caused a momentary black-out; I was aware neither of the fingers withdrawing from my throbbing cunt nor of the three men repositioning themselves on the bed.
