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Someone takes my hand while a different set of hands hold my waist, guiding me forward. We only move a few steps when they lift me. Material slides up both legs, steeling near my knee. My hands are then thrust into a loop of nylon material.
The scrape of facial hair across my collarbone and up my neck causes me to shiver as soft kisses and sharp bites trail up to my ear.
“Open your mouth, sweetheart. We don’t want the whole dorm to get jealous,” Ashton says next to my ear.
As my mouth opens to speak, something round is stuffed between my lips. It tightens as a strap or tie is secured around the back of my head.
“It’s a ball gage, Kennedy. It will muffle the sound.” Gareth states, ever the one for details.
“Fuck, just seeing her trussed up this has me ready to come in my pants.”
Trying to chuckle at Callum—the sound is distorted with this thing in my mouth.
“Just relax and enjoy this, Duchess. We definitely will.”
I am unable to delve too much into Rodney’s statement as a finger runs through my folds. Hands, lips, and tongues are all over my body simultaneously. My nipples are getting abused with the way they are tugging on them.
Sharp pain across my ass cheek catches me off guard. Not sure what they are using or who is using it, but they don’t hit the same place twice. Hands separate my ass cheeks as something cold is pressed against the tight ring of muscles.
Gareth doesn’t make me wear the anal plug all the time, only on occasion, only because they like to take me there. Anal sex being pleasurable and enjoyable never occurred to me, neither did getting trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey, as I am right now. Having multiple partners at the same time, yeah, never crossed my mind as an option.
Lost in a myriad of sensations, time is lost to me. All four of the guys have been doing random things. Sometimes, it’s one, maybe two; having all four of them touch me has me on edge, waiting for whatever comes next, hopefully, me.
“M-mmm-mmm.”
Ashton, the comedian that he tries to be, speaks.
“Is there something you need, sweetheart?”
I nod my head multiple times, hoping they get the point.
“Can you tell us what that might be?”
Since speaking isn’t an option, Ashton gets a two-finger salute, one on each hand. This causes Callum to laugh.
“I think our Duchess is getting a little frustrated.”
My head bobs repeatedly up and down, really hoping they get the point. I look like a fucking bobblehead doll, no doubt, the way my head just continues to move.
“Do you need to come, sweetheart?” Gareth leans in to whisper. He sighs before addressing the group.
“Boys, we better give the lady what she wants.”
That is all the warning he gives before warm bodies press into me both in front of and behind me. My legs get spread wider as someone slams their dick into my cunt in one hard thrust. Whoever it is, is helping spread my ass cheeks so the one behind me can start pumping into me.
While they have fucked me using the anal plug, this is the first time I have had two of them at once. This is so much more than I expected. Not sure if the sensory deprivation is adding to this, but fuck it is hot.
“Fuck, her pussy is soaked; her juice is running down my balls. Please tell me you are ready—I need to come.”
From the voice, Ashton is the one in front of me. Strong hands move over my body, focusing on my breasts. The men find their rhythm, working together to bring me to orgasm. I am so worked up—you would have thought my climax would have triggered as soon as they entered me.
As they move in and out of my body, my climax is approaching rapidly, and it’s going to be epic. Whoever is behind me grabs a handful of hair, roughly pulling my head back and to the side as he bites my neck. Ashton grips my breasts so tight I will be wearing his fingerprints tomorrow.
Someone rubs my clit—hard—and that is all it takes. My climax hits me like a freight train, triggering the guys to come, both of their hips stuttering as they fall over the edge. Ashton is preening.
“That was hot as fuck. She squirted on me. My dick is still hard, and I came…alot,” Ashton states.
“Move out of the way, asshole.”
