I could feel Tom deep inside me, his cock moving against my g-spot, and I started to come again, in waves, out of my pussy and through the lower half of my body, shaking.
"Let's lean her and open her a little." They moved me forward and my legs back and out, just enough to expose me.
Jack was moving back and forth, into my throat and then back, and I could feel the finger inside me, Tom's cock pushing deeper than I thought possible, and I came again like a white-out, only dimly aware of what was happening. Jack pulled back and out. Someone moved the ball into my mouth and I felt the straps being secured behind my head.
Then I felt Jack's head touching my anus. I pulled forward a little, but it kept pushing, just entering, slowly, slowly pushing in. It hurt, but bit by bit, filled me up like I had never known before. He was pushing in, deeper and deeper.
It seemed like it went on forever. I was completely absorbed in the rhythm of the three of us, and I don't know how long it lasted, but it was a while with both of them deep inside me, sometimes moving, sometimes still, on and on.
I grunted, and felt the first waves of a overwhelming orgasm. My legs shook and I felt spasms from deep inside me, shuddering. I felt Tom starting to pulse inside me, and I knew he was going to come. I could feel his cock against Jack's on the inside, deep within. He began to come inside me, and I came at the same time, then I felt Jack coming inside me too. We came together, in a total whiteout.
I felt Jack pulling out of me, his cock shrinking, and then Tom from below me, his cock flopping against his thigh wetly as I rolled over onto the couch. Because of the handcuffs, I struggled like a frog to get upright.
A mix of come and lube ran down my legs, and I felt a little soreness and empty. I looked longingly down at Tom's cock, wanting it back inside me. I would have put it in my mouth if I could have, but the ball gag was still in. I just wanted cock.
"Hey, I know you'd like me to take those off you, but Christine's orders were that they stay on."
Jack's voice was deeper than I remembered, in my ear.
Our eyes met. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I couldn't move my arms behind my back.
It was only then I realized what was happening on the other end of the couch. At first I didn't recognize who it was. Carrie's nude back was bent over the couch arm, and a tan guy I didn't recognize was standing behind her, moving his cock in and out of her. He had a cute butt. Carrie's head was between two legs splayed out in front of her: Lise, who was perched on the couch above the arm with her knees out. Lise's nipples were bigger than I expected, and so were her breasts. She was arching back as Carrie's tongue moved between her legs, around her clit. Lise's eyes were closed.
I couldn't believe this was happening! We had all been friends but we'd never even see each other naked. And now I was on the couch nude in front of them, with strangers, wet with come, handcuffed and gagged. I wanted to get dressed, but at the same time, I longed for cock, inside me, inside my mouth. But I couldn't say anything, and saliva was running down my chin.
Jack and Christine must have gone into another room, and I was left on the couch.
The front door opened, and in came another guy, brown hair, and some stubble, a flannel shirt and jeans. He stood over me, surveying the room, then looking me over. He smiled slightly. I realized I was completely at his mercy. He touched the ball with his index finger, slid it down to my nipple, then, absently, toward my pussy. He slid a finger, then two fingers inside and pressed up near my g-spot, slowly at first, then faster, finger-fucking me with a splattery sound.
"Unh." I spread my legs to make it easier for him to reach me and to push deeper, faster. He was moving his hand into me, forcefully, and I started to buck, my abdomen rippling as I came, shuddering, and he kept going, even harder. I wanted him to stop but couldn't say anything, just "unh," as he moved faster and faster, and then I was moving toward another orgasm—and he stopped. I was crazy to get him to finish.
He unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, kicked off his shoes, unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them, and slid them down. He took off his socks with his toes, and stood in tented boxer shorts. He was a weightlifter, the strongest guy I'd been with. He had broad pecs, with large nipples. Hooking his boxers with his thumbs, he dropped them to the floor and kicked them aside. He had the thickest cock I'd ever seen, with a wide, purplish head. No pubic hair at all, and his scrotum was round, the balls up close. He reached down and, grabbing my knees, pulled me up like I was weightless to him. His cock slid into me easily, with a wet sound. I didn't even know his name!
He fucked me with a relentless, forceful rhythm—fucking is the right word. He fucked me, hard, for a long time, so long that eventually the others came over and gathered around while he drove in and out of me, a wet, sloppy sound.
"I see you two have met." Christine sounded amused.
"Unh." My legs were spread so my friends could see all of me, my vulva widened, moving in and out with his cock. I didn't care—I wanted them to see me, see us, the impossibly thick cock stretching me.
And then he began to come, first inside me, then on me, spurting on my abdomen above the strip, then on my face. He shook the end of his cock and stepped back.
"Wow."
You could feel the orgasms in the air, the sense that we had all come, that sense of warm exhaustion, empty and full. I lay uncomfortably on the couch, silvery come dripping down my face and neck.
"That was amazing."
"Was?"
"You mean we're not through?"
"Not quite." Carrie smirked just a little and glanced at Christine. "You remember your fantasy of being tied naked outside? In an X?"
"Turns out my family owns some wooded land just outside town, and it's pretty isolated."
Jack smiled. His cock was starting to swell and extend.
"How isolated?"
"Nobody would hear us. Or Christine, to be more exact."
"But we have to go as we are."
"You mean, all just like we are now?"
"Exactly. Nobody wears anything."
Lise took my arm and lifted me so I was standing, while Carrie opened the door into the sunny afternoon.
