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Dax was gripping her ass now, mauling her body with rough hunger as he thrust in and out of her. He was grunting in time with his thrusts, driving into her with such energy that her bound wrists twisted wildly.
His body slapped hers with the rhythmic ferocity of her dreams. She was so dizzy with lust that she didn’t hear the man moving behind her. His warm body pressed against her back, rubbing his hard dick on her ass.
“I love a soft juicy ass,” he muttered in her ear. His teeth grazed her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. Then he parted her cheeks and stroked the tip of his cock between them, pressing gently against her asshole.
Karenna moaned her invitation. She loved anal sex, but she’d never been double-penetrated before and now it seemed that she was about to enjoy two stiff cocks fucking her for the first time. The man behind her—she didn’t know if it was Josh or the mystery guy—worked his prick slowly into her asshole, barely moving as Dax rode her pussy with such force that he pushed her ass onto the other penis. Karenna bit her lip as the mystery man gradually lodged his shaft inside her. Being fucked by two men felt better than she’d ever imagined. A howl of pure joy escaped her, rising through the trees as the man behind her cupped her breasts.
“Oh, fuck,” Dax breathed, humping her with strong, thorough thrusts. He went still, hissing between his teeth, and then withdrew from her with a sigh of satisfaction.
The remaining man stepped up and fondled her pussy. “So wet,” he taunted. Yep, that was Josh. She could never face him at the basketball tournaments again, knowing how he would smirk at her. But he was pushing inside her, grunting with satisfaction, and all she cared about was getting fucked.
Both men were riding her in a seesaw rhythm, using her body like a soft and voluptuous plaything. Her breasts ached and her muscles were taut with excitement. A camera clicked; the knowledge that they were going to share these pictures with the other senior counselors, that all of them would jerk off to her bound and naked body, filled her with almost searing arousal, and her pussy began squeezing in a white-hot orgasm, gushing around Josh’s cock.
He laughed softly. “You love this,” he said mockingly. He pulled out of her and so did the mystery man behind her, and then all three of the guys were around her, fondling her pussy and playing with her breasts. She wasn’t sure who was, because someone else was pushing inside her cunt again, another man in her ass. She swallowed, grateful to be getting fucked again because her body was still humming with tension and she knew she needed to come a second time, maybe even a third. She couldn’t keep track of the cocks sliding in and out of her, the fingers squeezing her ass and groping her breasts. She was being fucked and bounced into a mindless, twisting vortex of animal pleasure. All too soon, a storm broke inside her, and she was coming again with a howl.
“That’s right,” someone grunted. He pulled her against him and groaned, his own orgasm pulsing inside her.
A sharp slice was followed by sudden freedom. They’d cut the rope from the tree. Her body slumped into someone’s arms and they laid her on the ground. She didn’t know if they were done with her, if more guys would arrive or if they had some new dastardly plan.
Someone moved her bound wrists over her head then straddled her chest, playing with her tits. She waited for his voice, for some clue as to who it was, but he said nothing. Then he lightly slapped her mouth. She opened her lips and the salty taste of his cock filled her tongue. He groaned softly and began to fuck her mouth, riding her face in a steady rhythm. She sucked him as best as she could, opening her legs in invitation to the other two. Someone knelt between her thighs, audibly rolling on a condom; the push of his cock followed a moment later. She twisted beneath the two men in mindless pleasure as they used her mouth and cunt.
The man fucking her face suddenly stiffened and gasped, a creamy spurt of cum filling her tongue, and he climbed off. To her surprise, the other man pulled out of her as well. They moved her onto her knees, tied hands in front of her. She guessed from this position that they weren’t done with her mouth yet and sure enough, one of them stepped in front of her and thrust his erection into her mouth. She licked and sucked his cock as he played idly with her pussy. Goddammit. Were they really going to get her this excited without satisfying her? She wasn’t sure who had come and when, but she knew they would get tired eventually. Maybe they would put her on all fours and one of them could fuck her from behind. She wiggled her ass as a hint but they just laughed and then the man in her mouth was coming with a long sigh of satisfaction.
She barely had time to swallow before another man replaced him. Something in the hard-muscled thickness of his body thrusting against her chest made her think it was Dax. His big cock filled her mouth and as she sucked his swollen crown, he reached between her legs and began to play with her, tickling her clit until she moaned. Excitement was rising higher in her like a hot flood. Dax groaned and pulled out of her mouth. She could hear him stroking his own cock as his fingers worked into her pussy, stroking her wetness in exactly the right spot. They came together, Dax shooting streams of warm cum all over her face as her own ejaculate streamed down her thighs.
She fell onto her side, shaking and still bound. Then her hands were lifted and with another slice, the rope was cut.
Finally. Her hands were shaking too hard to function properly at first but she pushed desperately at the blindfold, moving it from her eyes.
They were gone. Like forest demons, they’d melted back into the dark woods. She was alone, covered in cum and sweat and dirt.
Karenna caught her breath. She was almost too shaky to walk but she found her clothes, now damp with the evening dew, and then the path Dax had used to get here. She followed it down to the lake and slipped gratefully into the water, feeling clean and reborn. Surfacing, she looked up at the summer moon and listened to the noises of the night woods, unable to stop grinning.
BE THERE WITH BELLS ON
Joan Defers
She kept her breath shallow, her movement fluid. Her hips swayed at half rate.
“A little faster,” he murmured. “We don’t have all day.” She tried to ignore the impatient tapping of the crop against his knee.
She glanced down at the clamps. He’d attached small weights to chains, and dainty silver bells dangled from the ends.
She glided with the posture of a debutante fresh from charm school. She channeled ballerina. She was grace, poetry in motion, the stillness at the depths of a bodhisattva.
She transcended.
He wanted the glass dildo with blood-red and mint-green swirls, and he wanted her to retrieve it without producing even a single tinkle from those bells.
She took a few more steps. Why did the bathroom have to be so far away?
She bit her lip and blew out her tension slowly, relaxing her back muscles. Blood rushed to her pussy, and her thighs throbbed.
Oh, why did this have to affect her this way? Her nipples in the clamps, the cold chain draped between them. That’s all it took to get her going anymore. She was easy, anymore. He was arrogant with it.
Her ears burned.
If she failed, so what?
