butt plug through her juices, lubing it up. He dipped it into her cunt, giving her a few rough plunges that had her hips surging as far as her restraints would allow. Then he reached farther back and nudged the plug against her puckered hole. With his other hand, he fingered her clit.
Jason walked up, his foil-wrapped condom in one hand. He reached out and tweaked one of her small, tight nipples, then played with the piercing. Haley wanted to force herself into his hand, but she couldn’t. All the restraints kept her back.
Gregory ran the pad of his finger in circles around her clit now, never actually touching it, and Jason pinched the nipple of her left breast. The sensations zipped through her, and she felt Gregory—who always seemed to know right when she was ready—slip the plug into her ass.
A moan ripped out of Haley as her body spasmed with the feeling of it. Her eyes rolled, her lids fluttering over them as she gave in to the stirrings within. Gregory and Jason both must have stepped back, for their hands left her. She wanted to writhe or grind against something, but she had nothing to satiate her. Her ass throbbed with tremors, each one hinting at what was to come.
“Do you think she’s ready?” Haley heard Jason ask.
“Oh yes,” Gregory replied.
She heard murmurs throughout the barn as the people surrounding her watched. Then she heard the crinkle as the men unwrapped their condoms. She wondered who she would take where. Had they discussed it? Would they get in a fight now as they jockeyed for who would get her cunt and who would fuck her mouth?
She would never forgive them if that happened. It would just go to prove they couldn’t do this with her for any length of time outside of play.
Stop thinking . Here she was, two men about to fill her completely, and she couldn’t still her mind. She opened her eyes and looked up into Jason’s face. Then she glanced down the length of her body and saw Gregory standing near the V of her legs.
Both men held their cocks in their hands, their sheathed erections visibly straining.
“Are you ready, Haley?” Jason asked again, running his hand up and down his length.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, and she opened her mouth wide.
As he slipped his cock between her lips, she felt Gregory part and hold her below, and he delved his similarly rigid prick into her pussy. She had never felt so stuffed. Her ass throbbed as Gregory slowly pistoned into her, driving deep. He rubbed a thumb against her clit as he fucked her, sending little jolts of arousal through her.
Jason found a slow and steady rhythm as well, and though he held the base of his cock with one hand, he found Haley’s tit with the other and pinched and played with it as he fucked her mouth.
Haley didn’t know how long she could stand the combined assault. At least the thoughts in her mind had stopped whirling. Now she dwelled in that place where only concrete experience mattered: the brush of a finger, the ridge of a cock slipping past skin and then pushing in again. She felt the rasp of hair and calluses and leather and skin…
She tried again to arch away from the Catherine’s wheel, but the strap across her torso bit into her skin. The little pain sent her over the edge.
Jason pinched her nipple hard, and that hurt combined with the other, with every sensation. Haley came, crying; the tension in her body made the leather of her restraints and the wood of the wheel creak with strain. Waves of tension crashed through her, and she felt like a palm tree whipped in a hurricane.
Finally the storm of her orgasm passed, and her weight slumped against her restraints. She’d become slack and deprived of all energy.
She then she realized she was still stuffed full.
“That’s my girl,” she heard Gregory say, his voice full of praise.
Her two men gave her a moment of respite, allowing her to gather her courage before they proceeded. She knew both of them well enough; from here on out, they would give
Jason walked up, his foil-wrapped condom in one hand. He reached out and tweaked one of her small, tight nipples, then played with the piercing. Haley wanted to force herself into his hand, but she couldn’t. All the restraints kept her back.
Gregory ran the pad of his finger in circles around her clit now, never actually touching it, and Jason pinched the nipple of her left breast. The sensations zipped through her, and she felt Gregory—who always seemed to know right when she was ready—slip the plug into her ass.
A moan ripped out of Haley as her body spasmed with the feeling of it. Her eyes rolled, her lids fluttering over them as she gave in to the stirrings within. Gregory and Jason both must have stepped back, for their hands left her. She wanted to writhe or grind against something, but she had nothing to satiate her. Her ass throbbed with tremors, each one hinting at what was to come.
“Do you think she’s ready?” Haley heard Jason ask.
“Oh yes,” Gregory replied.
She heard murmurs throughout the barn as the people surrounding her watched. Then she heard the crinkle as the men unwrapped their condoms. She wondered who she would take where. Had they discussed it? Would they get in a fight now as they jockeyed for who would get her cunt and who would fuck her mouth?
She would never forgive them if that happened. It would just go to prove they couldn’t do this with her for any length of time outside of play.
Stop thinking . Here she was, two men about to fill her completely, and she couldn’t still her mind. She opened her eyes and looked up into Jason’s face. Then she glanced down the length of her body and saw Gregory standing near the V of her legs.
Both men held their cocks in their hands, their sheathed erections visibly straining.
“Are you ready, Haley?” Jason asked again, running his hand up and down his length.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, and she opened her mouth wide.
As he slipped his cock between her lips, she felt Gregory part and hold her below, and he delved his similarly rigid prick into her pussy. She had never felt so stuffed. Her ass throbbed as Gregory slowly pistoned into her, driving deep. He rubbed a thumb against her clit as he fucked her, sending little jolts of arousal through her.
Jason found a slow and steady rhythm as well, and though he held the base of his cock with one hand, he found Haley’s tit with the other and pinched and played with it as he fucked her mouth.
Haley didn’t know how long she could stand the combined assault. At least the thoughts in her mind had stopped whirling. Now she dwelled in that place where only concrete experience mattered: the brush of a finger, the ridge of a cock slipping past skin and then pushing in again. She felt the rasp of hair and calluses and leather and skin…
She tried again to arch away from the Catherine’s wheel, but the strap across her torso bit into her skin. The little pain sent her over the edge.
Jason pinched her nipple hard, and that hurt combined with the other, with every sensation. Haley came, crying; the tension in her body made the leather of her restraints and the wood of the wheel creak with strain. Waves of tension crashed through her, and she felt like a palm tree whipped in a hurricane.
Finally the storm of her orgasm passed, and her weight slumped against her restraints. She’d become slack and deprived of all energy.
She then she realized she was still stuffed full.
“That’s my girl,” she heard Gregory say, his voice full of praise.
Her two men gave her a moment of respite, allowing her to gather her courage before they proceeded. She knew both of them well enough; from here on out, they would give
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