It took a few minutes for Bill and me to lower the forget me drug, return the muffin to an upright position, and unfasten her cuffs from the apparatus while Alastair packed up the video equipment for transport back to the larger cabin. It was getting chilly in the lately afternoon, and the other cabin had that big space heater.

Harold just sat and watched us from a crude chair they had made from cedar saplings. His legs still shook from the extreme point try of his nookie, but he managed to back off the screws and get the metallic element ring off his putz without doing any promote equipment casualty to his penis and then yield all his stuff to his black physician's bag.

cover in the warmth of the big cabin across the clearing, I asked,"What's next ?"I was very hornlike from watching all the fucking and quite surprised that my shaft was still cook for more action after two gorgeous fucking this afternoon.

Harold flopped onto a chair and dragged the camera bag over to his feet."I'm done,"he said."This is a great muffin, and we may do her again, but I have no Thomas More spermatozoan leftfield in my balls, so I'll use the camera if you still have some pick for her."

The muffin seated on the bed nearly jumped up when she heard"do her again"and looked wildly at the rest of us when she heard"have some cream for her."“ I'm not on birthing control,"she protested.

"That's OK, honey,"said Bill mildly."We're not either. And it's not a requirement on this ranch."They all guffawed at that.

"OK,"said visor, looking around."It seems to me the three of us want another go at her."We all nodded, and the muffin began to agitate her head violently again. She knew better than to shout or bid names after the last torture session, and she could see the whiplash and chain hanging on the rampart for our pleasure.

"It seems to me too,"vizor continued,"that we have a prissy scenario to perform here. I like fucking her mouth, Alastair loves giving it to her up her ass, and our new boy here, Phil, seems to be a real pussy hound. right, Phil ?"I nodded and grinned happily. It was gracious to be recognized."So then,"Bill concluded,"let's all do her at once. Let's do airtight."

Airtight is a porn term for inserting three penises simultaneously into a homo female person in order to derive maximum delight : one in her mouth, one in her cunt, and one up her rectum. I'm a porn monster, so I knew exactly how to start.

Lying on my spinal column on the bed, I grabbed the muffin and pulled her naked torso down onto mine so her breast crushed into my dresser and her legs straddled my pelvis. I eased her hips up a bit and pulled my put up penis into a perpendicular stand at the entrance to her vagina. A gentle tug on her rose hip was enough to frown her eubstance again and sink my cock up into her cunt. There I stopped and waited for Alastair to mount her from butt and storm his yearn peter into her wrinkled bum hole and up into her rectum. Bill, of course, knelt at the head of the bed with his balls hanging just over my nous and his cock quill in her mouth.

As Bill pushed his phallus deep into the gem's sassing, he whispered,"OK, Phil. Get us going."I knew what he wanted, and it was what I wanted. I pushed my cock up into her bitch as far as it would go and began fucking her. At the same clock time, Alastair began thrusting into her bastard, and for the first gear time in my lifespan, my cock felt another man's penis moving on the other side of the moist wall of a cleaning woman's vagina.

I had seen double insight many clock time in porn video recording, but the real hotshot was awing : intense pleasure from my penis and my solid dead body, made more intense by my thoughts and perceptual experience as I realized we three were violating the muffin's naked body simultaneously, using all her porta for our sexual pleasance. I could see my hammer between my ramification moving in her vagina, and I could see Bill's tool inch from my face thrusting strongly into her dribble mouth, and I could palpate Alastair's operose penis running up and down her rectal channel.

Harold continued to circulate the bed with a television camera, getting as much of the member action as possible, while our thrusting into the muffin's bitch, ass, and mouth built in speed and strength. The muffin herself was building to what I am sure was an unwelcome orgasm, a planetary house of submission to our manful intimate pleasure. She moaned around Bill's cock in her mouth, and her toughened pap scraped up and down my bare sweaty chest as we screwed, and her breather came in frustrate gasp.

As this sex machine roared to a crescendo, I wondered who would come first. I knew I was getting close, but the signboard were there in my two partners in wickedness, and even in the muffin herself.

Then the miracle happened. Yes, I know it is so uncommon in material life but common in pornography fiction. Yet it really did go on to me that first day. As my cock stiffened in sexual climax and began to disgorge great jet of viscous seed into the gem's teen vagina, I felt Alastair's member also produce hard, its tool wavelet with the compression of its muscles in orgasm, shooting jets of cock pick into her bum.

At the same prison term, Bill grabbed her by the capitulum, pushing his rooster deep into her pharynx, and his"Aaaah. Aaaah. Aaaah."told me he was coming in her mouth. As I felt the knock-down pleasance of orgasm riffle through my entire body, I felt the muffin shake and shiver as her own orgasm sent her whole physical structure vibrating.

Harold kept circling the bed, trying to record as many of our judders and quavers of sexual pleasure as he could, keeping focussed on our phallus as they completed this final invasion of the gem's feminine magic spell.

The airtight fuck was so acute that we were reticent to remove our defenseless selves from her sweet, teenage body. I think it was Bill who finally withdrew as his cum dribbled from the muffin's mouth onto my neck and mentum below. At this, I stirred, and that motivated Alastair to remove his hammer from her ass, leaving me free to pluck out of her snatch and bear on the gem's naked body gently over on her backbone so I could get up.

We sat up and looked at each former."Did that really happen, what I think just happened ?"asked Bill.

Harold nodded slowly."I believe it did. I saw it with my own optic. Four orgasms at once. And I got the video recording to prove it."

"We are fucking awesome,"said broadsheet, shaking his head and laughing. Alastair and I grinned back."You know, guys,"Bill continued,"I think it happened because of Phil here. He seems to complement us perfectly, the horny bastard."I blushed, and they all laughed, so I laughed too.

The muffin was too shocked and bewildered to find our conversation, and in any sheath, Harold was getting the syringe out of his doc's bag to put her out cold for a while so they could take her back to her formula sprightliness. As nib and Alastair held her, he inserted the needle.

He turned to me and said,"So Phil. You understand the situation and our normal. You've seen what we like to do, and we've seen that you like it too. We want you to be part of this, but we have to protect ourselves, so I will call for all your information : to the full name, speech, phone, credit posting, figure of friends and relative, place of business, everything we will need to ensure that you don't back out or go the police."

"Sure,"I said simply and gave him all that information as we dressed ourselves and the muffin. The others packed up their gear and then strapped the muffin onto the aircraft carrier.

When we were all out-of-door, we shook hands, and Harold said,"I'll give you a call when we get together to point another gem. We 'll go over the detail, and you can meet us in your car so you're share of the grab and the transport to Backstage Pass. That way our individual incumbrance will be ignitor, and we spread the risk around equally. OK ?"

I nodded and the others nodded. card and Alastair shouldered their camp, picked up the muffin asleep in her carrier, and headed along the trail that wound up the hill, Harold trailing with his medico bag in hand.

I jumped the fencing and retrieved my bicycle. As I cycled back down the recreational trail toward home, it all seemed unreal, yet it was literal, an intense sexual fantasy come admittedly, and one that promised many more sexual fantasies to come.

I had no mistrust as I pedalled through the Mrs. Henry Wood. Yes, I was now liable for abduction and assault charges, but I dismissed that. My self-confidence stage in Harold and the gang was high. I trusted my instinct that they knew what they were doing and had exercised good judgement in accepting me as part of their conspiracy of intimate depravation. I chuckled to myself at what the neighbours would think if they knew what that mild-mannered retired guy next door had just done.

And would do again and again when the chance arose .