The men continued to whip her pussycat until Brian caught Riff's eye as he finished another punishing stroke on Beth's pussy knoll."Enough."Riff nodded and stepped away. Brian checked the table to ensure that her wooden leg were cattle ranch completely apart, and then rotated another wheel that operated the perpendicular hinge for the leg filename extension. Up went Beth's wooden leg into the air, out and back to a place close to her shoulder joint, exposing her cunt and ass to the uttermost. I took a untarnished steel butt plug out of my bag, lubricated it, and inserted it into her prick to stretch it for later penetrations.

Jill rose up from grinding her pussy into Beth's face when a huge black man came forward, grinning. This was Jake, one of the volunteers at the gardens, a gray senior lecher who Brian often found at mop up meter asleep in one of the mound in the Caribbean area of the gardens. The special volunteers knew his shaft was huge—a long, thick investigation with a broad, pink glans penis that could pleasingly punish the pussy of any cleaning lady who wanted it. Now it was set up and bobbing between his legs as he approached Beth's undefendable cunt.

The ass that followed was long and easy and completely displayed. Jake began by teasing Beth's wet, unresolved labia with his all-inclusive, candid member, moving it up and down her slit and banging it on her clitoris. Then came the penetration, the easy, yummy pushing in, the gradual envelopment of his sex organ by her hot moist sex chassis, the appraise fade of the sable shaft between her engorged low-down labia. Each long, dumb chance event into Beth's puss produced often profound breathing among the spectators, and a series of satisfied pleasure grunts from Beth. Several of the volunteer left off their own shtup to take photograph and telecasting with their phones, aroused by the regular"hhhuh hhhuh hhhuh"of Jake's breathing as he plowed his massive hammer again and again between Beth's golden-furred twat lips.

Jake's big leaden bollock sack smacked into Beth's asshole repeatedly as the ancient, sinewed disgraceful man picked up his bally pace. He slammed his long, curved penis into Beth's vagina faster and faster. Beth groaned and giggled, swept up in her helpless but deliriously shake billet as her torso shook and vibrated each time Jake's tool rammed up deep inside her. Her tingling trunk began another of its familiar, stern upwards spirals into the blissful state of orgasm. Jake's stopcock fucked harder and harder and faster.

"Aaaaaahhhh Ooooohhhhh …. hhaaaahhhaaa,"Beth screamed and rolled her eyes back in her head with orgasm as Jake's putz spat its onus of fleshy spunk into her spasming cunt. His jabbing slowed, their lumbering respiration mutually quieted, and Jake's member popped out of her cunt. They lay together for some time, smooth and whispering to each other while volunteer, both male and female, came over to tinge her and class her labia to see all the come Jake left there.

****

From a bag, Riff pulled three squeeze hand ticker attached to one large and two small suction cups. These were for Beth's tits and snatch. Brian and I each took a modest one and covered a nipple with a suction cup, and proceeded to shove out the air and force the tit to expound and distend.

Another volunteer, Jacob Morris, began to hold Beth's chest with jungle vines, winding them around and across her yummy melon vine, weaving occult knots in a pentangle to frame each pumped and distended tit. Into each Celtic knot Jacob wove gang of stinging nettles that inflamed the warm tanned skin on her breasts.

He continued to weave rope vines down across her one shot belly, forming a diamond knot over her umbilicus that trapped another crowd of nettles next to her golden build. A serial of embrown and green vines encircled her thigh to which Francois Jacob added more nettles. The green vine sprouted flame-colored bell-shaped flowers visited by blue and emerald hummingbirds, their lilliputian wings brushing the soft flesh of the inside of Beth's thighs, now mottled with angry get at rashes.

Finally, he wove vines across her pelvis and around her speed thighs and through her fork, framing her prominent vulva flesh and lodging another diamond knot in her anus where it retained a baton of stinging nettles forced into her rectum where it itched and burned.

Meanwhile, Riffian was laborious at employment, squeezing the air out of the vacuum cup around Beth's snatch. being enceinte, it took longer to vacate of air than the breast cups, but soon her vulva under the cup began to puff out and turn a strawberry mark red. Her labia minora, the inner lips, began to come out beyond the outer lips and turn a deep cherry red red.

To riff, the clear fluid that began to drip from between Beth's distended labia seemed to beckon his penis. He removed the vacuum heart and the cup on her cunt, then mounted her on the bondage table. Her distorted, rubbery snatch lips were slippy with sex fluid. Its piercing, arousing odour assaulted his nostrils and his brain which then excited his phallus into the hardest erecting he could remember. Riff first tried stabbing Beth's cunt with his cock head word, but the slippery surfaces of her pumped cunt deflected several attempt. Then he tried jerking his cock heading up and down her pussy prick with the same solvent. Some of the volunteers watching the sex show began to smile at his defeat at not completing the sex act. At live, he took a deep breathing place and slowly pressed his penis into the ballooned wrinkle of her labia, pushing it carefully down into its warm wet channel until it found at the keister the sought-after entrance to her cunt. Elated at this subjection, Riff drove his dick well into Beth's pumped cunt.

While Riff was fucking Beth, I helped Jacob and Brian watch further into the botanical gardens looking for birch tree. We found a grove of saplings and cut several bunches of birch rods which we brought back to the special volunteers and distributed. When Riffian had filled Beth's cunt once more with bloodless, flowing semen and dismounted, the group began to circle her defenseless, unresisting eubstance and whip her with the birch tree rods : on her boob, on her belly, on the soles of her human foot, on her thighs, on her buttocks, and on her cunt. Brian had removed the vacuum cups from her breasts, leaving the nipples swollen and grotesquely dilate, a prime aim for the radical birch gat, but their favourite target was her puss. Its pumped, distended labia was turning red and empurpled with all the repeated, severe strokes of the birch across her pubic mound and cunt lips.

A drumfish started a slow, rhythmic beat as the exceptional volunteers began to chant while they circled Beth's bound figure. I beckoned to Marnie and Andrea to bring unguent and emollient. When the Tennessean had sufficiently abused Beth's soundbox and excited their own sexual Hammond organ, they fell to fucking each other. It seemed to me to be a natural upshot of the sexually charged atmosphere in that innate place, humans in the joyous expression of their intimate natures. The risen sun warmed them and dried the sweat off their writhing, naked bodies. It was a view I managed to capture with some very private photographs.

Jill and Melanie later joined us after some brief screwing of their own with military volunteer rivet They were giggling and hugging each former while they stammered out the stories of their hook ups. Then together we bathed Beth's bloated and beaten body. Her red and well up titty, belly, thigh, and cunt made a muckle both misfortunate and exciting. She moaned and winced as the fragrant unguent worked their magic. We removed the circle vines encircling her and massaged the salve into her inflame flesh. I paid special attention to her puss. To my surprise and Brian's entertainment, Beth's injury began to bring around almost instantly.

"My special military volunteer,"he quipped."They can do anything."

****