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"Tape's rolling," he told you.

You caught the small pillow and slipped in under my head. I rested on it, taking some of the weight off of my elbows.

"Getting better. Sheila, do you mind handing me one of your stockings?

They're right there in that pile of clothes. This ought to do the trick. Give me your wrist." You took my right wrist in your hand and twisted it behind my back. "Now the other." I nervously brought my other hand behind my back and you quickly took it and used Sheila's stocking to lash my wrists together.

"Eve, I..." I started to say, but it came out a little muffled with my face mashed into the pillow, and you cut me off anyway. "Pull your knees in closer to your chest." From behind me you pushed on my feet, to emphasize your point. "That's what I like to see." You started running your fingers up and down along my sensitive lower lips. "Still nice an wet, fantastic. Damn, two fingers just slip right in don't they." I could only moan a response. I was disappointed when you quickly pulled your fingers back out. You set your bag by my head and reached inside.

"I'll bet that cute little cunt can take a pretty good sized cock, think I'd better get the big guns."

"Oh Eve, I don't think I can..." I started in alarm when I saw what you pulled out of the bag. The plastic black phallus was bigger than any of the ones I'd seen in the adult store Sheila had taken me to earlier. It looked about ten or eleven inches long, and maybe two and half or three inches in diameter, with rows of small knobby protrusions spiraling down its length.

"Oh, I think you won't have any problems," you interrupted me with a sardonic smile. The huge dildo had a device on the bottom that you used to securely fasten it to the front of your harness. In another situation I may have laughed at the image you made of a slim, incredibly well hung woman with a nice set of tits. But under the circumstances, I was more than a little bit concerned.

"It's so big, Eve, I don't know..."

"Cynthia!" you said sharply, "Am I going to have to shove your panties in your mouth? Oh wait, your weren't wearing any. Well, I'm sure I can find a pair around here that will do the trick."

I could tell you were serious and I quickly cut short stating my misgivings. You positioned yourself behind me and I felt the end of the fake cock rubbing up and down along my pussy.

"Do you want the K-Y?" Sheila asked.

"No, I think this nasty little cunt is wet enough. I just need to turn things on my end." I heard a buzz from toys inside your harness. "Mmm, now I think we're ready to go."

With both hands on my hips you pushed forward. Oh god, I can still feel how that monster stretched my pussy wide open. With just the first inch or so of it in me you started rotating your hips in circles, working it around my entrance. I bit into the pillow, moaning loudly. I'd be lying to say that it didn't hurt, but looking back I have to admit it was also transmitting a new kind of pleasure.

You started pushing it in again, working your hips in shallow thrusts, urging the huge invader deeper and deeper. The way I was stretched out, I could feel every inch of it to the utmost, the rows of knobs along the shaft gave me the most thrilling torment.

It must have taken you five minutes of effort to do what I thought was impossible. I could just groan in excruciating ecstasy when the leather harness at the base of the huge fake cock pressed against my distended pussy lips. Ever so slowly, you pulled it back out, leaving my cunt feeling unbelievably vacant.

I felt relieved, but still hungry for more when the end of the dildo finally left my surely gaping sex-hole. Only a moment passed before you went forward again, steadily pushing it back in. The intense sensations overwhelmed me and I came just as you buried it in me. The orgasm rushed through my body and I know I screamed as my body trembled.

"God Damn!" you said with enthusiasm. "What a horny little slut! Now that we're warmed up, it's time for the workout!"

The massive invader once again withdrew, leaving my aching pussy feeling cavernous and empty. This time it did not return slowly and steadily, rather it rammed in forcefully to the hilt and then withdrew, only to return again and again.

"Oh god, oh fuck, fuck Oh fuck!" I groaned into the pillow as you maintained a steady assault against my cunt. I could barely make out your deep, measured breaths over my own frantic gasps. I lost any grasp of time. I know it wasn't long before I came again, and I was starting to feel exhausted, despite the fact that I was mostly a passive participant, but I was keenly aware that I didn't have any choice in the matter. It began to seem as if my whole world revolved around just one point in my body and the immense phallus hammering endlessly into it. I know I came again and more times after that, but I couldn't tell you how many.

It seemed like an eternity had passed when you pulled your big pseudo-cock from me for the last time. An eternity of pleasure and pain and sweat. I was sore all over. Mostly in my pussy, of course, but also the rest of my body. My arms stretched and bound behind my back ached, my knees were surely rug burnt and my neck and back were already sore from the extended position they had been in.

"Damn," you exclaimed, sounding greatly less winded than myself, "That was a good thirty minute set. How 'bout you my pretty little slut, did you get a good workout, too?"

"Ooh, yeah... hard... workout," was about all I could manage to croak out.

"Well, I had to do the real work, I don't think you could be too tired. At least I hope not. I see three hard cocks in desperate need of relief."

"I don't think..." I tried to object, but it came out weakly and you didn't seem to hear me anyway.

"Sheila, looks like you've got a cock in each hand, as usual. If you think you can handle that for a while longer..."

"No problem at all," I heard Sheila coo.

"Then I'll give Marty a break playing Steven Spielberg. Must be hard to point that camera with one hand and jerk yourself with the other anyway," you laughed.

"I manage," he replied jokingly. "But I will take you upon that offer."

With my face buried in the sweat-soaked pillow, I couldn't really see what was going on, but in a moment I felt Marty's strong familiar hands on my hips. He buried himself quite easily into my stretched cunt with a single thrust.

When I'd heard you suggest that I was going to continue being fucked, I couldn't possibly believe I could stand any more, but I found Marty's cock most welcome. It didn't fill me nearly as much as the huge dildo had, but he still felt wonderful. The warmth of a real cock had my juices flowing again, despite what I may have believed possible.

"Wow!" Marty said as he repeatedly thrust into me, "She's so wet still, it's unbelievable."

"Go on Marty, you can give it to her harder than that," you coaxed him. "You're not in that bad shape for an old geezer, and I got her good and loosened up for you."

"I'll show you geezer," he retorted playfully. Rising to her challenge, he banged away fiercely. I was letting out high pitched "oh's" at every thrust and the rest of the group became more vocal cheering him on.

"Way to go Marty, give it to her!"

"Pound that little pussy!"

"Faster! Faster! Man you've got her screaming now!"

Having already shot one load down my throat earlier, his stamina for the second round was greatly enhanced. I felt myself on the verge of yet another orgasm when his fingers dug more tightly into my hips. Grunting, he came deep inside me. He finished with three or four powerful thrusts, leaving me right on the edge.

He pulled out and I heard you moving in close behind me.

"Time for your close-up," you said. "Hold still there. Mmm, look at those swollen pussy lips. That's a well used cunt." Your finger flicked a couple of times against my raw clit, making me moan. "And it's still hungry for more. Any takers?"

A pair of familiar feet moved in front of me, then hands reached under my armpits and lifted me up to look at the face of my husband.

"How you doing, sweetheart," he asked me softly.

"I'm OK," I managed, then I could hardly believe it was me saying the next words. "I need to cum again, Mikey."

A broad smile filled his face and he sat back on the sofa, pulling me on top of him.

"My hands," I started to say, hoping to get a little relief for my aching wrist and shoulders.

"You ok like that, baby," you said while Mike pulled my knees up onto the couch. I settled down effortlessly onto his cock, his thick shaft that had filled me so well before came just a bit short after the stretching my poor pussy had just endured. I was ready to just rest for a moment, impaled on my husband's cock, when another pair of hands grabbed my ass and lifted me up, almost off of him.

"I think that pussy could just about be rated as a double occupancy," Scott's voice was right behind me. I didn't quite grasp what he meant, but it became crystal clear in a second. I felt his cock pushing against my cunt, right alongside Mike's. Mike pulled the rest of the way out and then they both pressed up into me together.

Both cocks entered me. Even after that frightening dildo, these two thick cocks were a tight fit. I was panting and screaming, both in pain and pleasure as they both pulled down on hips, forcing their way into my cunt.

Once I was fully impaled, Mike took control of my hips, pumping them up and down on their cocks while Scott reached around and tightly gripped my little tits in his hands. That was all I needed to send me off into orbit again. I came screaming, the wonderful fire in my tits matching the fire between my legs.

"Fantastic!" you exclaimed, moving with the camera in hand from between our legs and panning alongside my writhing body sandwiched between the two men. "Those teeny tiny tits have been left out far too long."

"Not anymore," Scott assured her, holding my nipples tightly in his fingers, tugging them away from my chest every time their two cocks shoved into me, which was at an ever-quickening pace.

"How do those two big, hard cocks feel inside of your little pussy, baby?" you ask me, from behind the camera.

"Feels... fucking... great..." I managed, panting. "Oh fuck... I'm cumming... again... oh fucking god!" I could hardly believe it myself, but the undeniable feeling took me over once again, filling my body until I thought I would explode in pure ecstasy.

My orgasm triggered a similar reaction in Scott, and just a few moments after I came, he started pumping harder and harder, throwing off the rhythm he had going with Mike. Mike gave up trying to match him and just held still fully impaling my pussy while Scott quickly finished, adding his semen to Marty's deep inside me.

He stepped back leaving me alone on top of my husband. I leaned back, finally able to arch my back and stretch a bit.

"Come on Cynthia," you said standing behind the couch, shooting over Mike's shoulder. "Show us what a good wife you are. You're not too tired to get your husband off, are you? Let's see you ride that cock."

I was truly feeling exhausted, but still horny, too. I lifted my ass a bit experimentally, then dropped back down onto Mike's rock hard shaft. "I can do this." I thought to myself. I lifted up again and he reached up to cup my breasts, engulfing them in his hands. I still hadn't caught my breath yet, but somehow I managed to start fucking him. I was really starting to wish I could use my hands to hold on to something. I've never before been so glad that Mike came quickly. It only took a couple of minutes, but I don't think I had much more in me. He came and I fell against his chest.

I was ready to curl up in bed and sleep 'til noon at that point, but you had other things in mind. I only got a couple of minutes of rest while you handed the camera back to Marty and, I was happy to see, removed your harness. You sat down next to Mike and sweetly asked if you could borrow me for a little while.

With my hands still bound behind my back, you gently took my shoulders and pulled me toward you. Mike helped me sidestep my legs over so that I straddled you.

You caressed my face and kissed me lightly on the lips. Your hands drifted lower and your fingertips ran lightly along my nipples. "Those boys were a little rough on these tender little tits, weren't they? Does that feel nice? Yeah it does, your nipples are nice and hard aren't they? Like two little gumballs. Here, I'd like you to see how sensitive my nipples are."

You gently pushed my down a bit so that my head rested on your wonderful chest. Your breasts were everything I'd thought, smooth and firm, topped with full, dark nipples. Like a baby, I instinctively sucked one into my mouth, feeling it stiffen and stretch.

"Mmm, that feels good," you said softly, "Now the other one."

I noticed Marty, camera in hand, quietly filming me from just a few feet away as I moved to your other breast, finding it as wonderfully responsive as the first. The thought crossed my mind that I could stay peacefully suckling like this forever.

However, a gentle nudge against my pussy told me that wasn't to be. Taking my mouth from your breast for just a moment, I looked over my shoulder and saw Sheila behind me. She had donned your harness and was guiding the big dildo once again to my aching crotch.

"I don't think I can..." I started, but you turned my head back to your breast.

"Sure you can," you told me. I felt the big toy entering me. Despite the constant barrage it had endured, my cunt still felt stretched as it engulfed the rubber cock. "Doesn't that feel nice? You want it again, don't you, baby?"

One part of me wanted nothing than for the night to just be over, but the more base, carnal part of me answered.

"Yes. Oh it's stretching me again... I just don't think my pussy can take it."

"It doesn't look like your pussy is having too much trouble from back here," Sheila told me. "And I got it greased up real good with the K-Y for you, too. Just suck those lovely tits in front of you and enjoy."

Since I didn't really seem to have much choice, anyway, it sounded like a good idea. I locked my mouth back onto one of your breasts as Sheila buried the strap-on cock into me. She fucked me in full, strong strokes, not as vigorously as you had, but still steadily. Your hands slipped under my chest and tugged on my tender nips. With this magnificent treatment, it wasn't long before I felt an orgasm building.

Even now, I couldn't say how many that was for the night. It seemed like the last hour or two (I still really don't know the timeframe) was nothing but a cycle of arousal and orgasm, with all-too-few moments of rest. I sucked harder on your nipples as the sensations built up in my body.

I'm sure you and Sheila both could sense my climax building. She thrust harder into me and you pinched and pulled harder on my nipples. My orgasm surged through my body and as every muscle tensed it was all I could do not to bite down on your nipple.

"Whoa! That mouth can really work when you cum!" you said, responding to the intense suction I was involuntarily putting on you breast. "Let's get that to work where it'll really feel good. Pull her hips back, Sheila. I want her face in my twat. You do want to eat my pussy again, don't you baby."

I managed to make some kind of noise in assent as Sheila rammed the dildo in to the hilt and lifted my thighs, bring them between your legs. She took me by the waist and backed up, pulling me with her. I slid down your body until my face rested against your cunt and my knees were on the floor. I opened my mouth to taste your sweet juices as Sheila started screwing me again. Every thrust pushed my mouth harder against you. I sucked your lower lips, pushing my tongue in between until you started to moan in pleasure. I was starting to feel my own pleasure build again, too. I went for your clit.

"Oh Yeah Baby!" you cried as I drew it into my mouth. Your hands gripped my head and your wrapped one leg around me, I could feel your foot against my back.

"Give it to her harder, Sheila!" you ordered, desperately. "She sucks so good when you slam it into her. Make her cum again, pound her till she cums again!"

Sheila was breathing harder as she followed your instructions. That big dildo was pumping harder into me and I did indeed feel another orgasm coming, almost as if the last had never ended, just subsided for a moment. It built a little slower this time, filling my body with ecstasy as I worked harder on your cunt. You came first, by just a few moments. Your thighs squeezed against my head, and I would have noticed that I was struggling for breath except for the fact that my own orgasm ripped through my body, sending me into spasms of pure bliss.

Sheila pulled out of me as I finally started to come down from my sexual high.

"Oh boy," she panted, "I don't have your stamina, Eve."

"Just... a minute," you replied, also working to catch your breath. "I'll be ready... for my second set."

Your words took a moment to sink in, and I wanted desperately to believe you were joking.

Scott knelt beside me and lifted me back off of you so that you could get up. Then he sat in your place and dropped my head to his lap. From watching the all-girl show we had been putting on, he had fully regained his erection and lifting my head by the hair he didn't give me much choice but to start sucking him.

I could still taste my own sex juices on him as I weakly took him into my mouth. I remember feeling embarrassed that I was too exhausted to give him my best blowjob. It didn't take long for you to take the strap-on harness from Sheila and put it on. It hardly seemed like any time had passed before, for the third time, the huge black dildo was pushing against my aching cunt.

"Jesus!" you exclaimed as you pushed it into me, "I would have thought you would be loosened up pretty good by now. This thing is going in as tight as the first time!"

I was hardly aware of the cock in my mouth, I sucked on purely by reflex. The sensations between my legs seemed greater than ever before as you fucked me even harder than you had the first time. With each thrust I was slammed forward, forcing Scott's cock against the back of my throat. He leaned forward so that his hands could find my breasts, and when he did he showed no mercy.

He alternated between roughly squeezing them fully in his hands and concentrating on my nipples, clenching them in his fingers and twisting them. Every nerve in my body was already hypersensitive, and the pounding between my legs and the harsh stimulation to my breasts brought me to new heights of sexual frenzy. I felt what I can only describe as a major-league orgasm build, and then finally course through my body. Time seemed to freeze as every nerve in my body exploded in feeling.

The moment seemed to stretch on endlessly, and in truth I can't recall an end. Only blackness. Between the alcohol, the physical exhaustion and the repeating sexual peaks, my body hit its limit. I'm sure I passed out. I hazily recall coming in and out of awareness. I recall being aware of a larger cock (probably Mike's) inexplicably pumping my mouth, but I don't remember Scott cumming, or the two of them changing places. And constantly there was the sensation between my legs. The agonizing pleasure as my pussy was stretched and filled, over and over again.

I don't know if you really fucked me for another halfhour, but I believe you did. I just remember finally becoming conscious again in your arms. We were alone in one of the bedrooms, our naked bodies curled together. I could smell the mix of sweat and sex coming off of both out bodies. Noticing that I was awake you continued to gently caress my body, occasionally kissing me tenderly on the lips.

We lay like that, lazily touching and kissing and quietly talking for quite a long time. Finally Mike came in, wrapped me in a blanket and carried me to the car. I fell asleep again in the car, and didn't wake again until this morning.


Wow. I'd been so engrossed by Cynthia's words, I hadn't even noticed any grammatical errors I was supposed to be looking for. I was also sporting a tremendous hard-on. I quickly saved the file and sent it via email to Marty and Sheila. I was sure they would be interested in how much she's enjoyed the event.

Her reaction had been a topic of discussion as we had watched the video. Of course, we had played it that night. I'd carried her upstairs into one of the guest rooms and then hurried back down to find that Marty already had it cued up. I could still hardly believe that Eve had kept screwing her with the strap-on for twenty minutes after she had passed out. But not more astounded that when I switched places with Scott.

Even unconscious, her mouth had still reflexively sucked on my cock as soon as it was against her lips. Even before I left for work this morning, as she was still sleeping, I pushed my finger against her lips. Her mouth had parted slightly and I slid it in, feeling her impulsively suck. If I hadn't been in a hurry, I probably would have dropped my pants right there and really put these newfound instincts to the test. Instead, I had to head to the office, marveling at what a wonderful slut my wife had become.

As exciting as her new persona was, there were still a few more hurdles to get over before she would truly be the type of wanton slut Marty and Sheila assured me she would become. With this thought on my mind I headed to the bedroom, anxious to see just how wildly my wife could perform after the incredibly intense events that had ended only sixteen hours before.

I was not disappointed.