It took a few minutes for poster and me to lower the ropes, return the muffin to an just perspective, and unfasten her manacle from the apparatus while Alastair packed up the video equipment for shipping back to the larger cabin. It was getting chilly in the late afternoon, and the other cabin had that big blank heater.

Harold just sat and watched us from a oil chair they had made from cedar tree saplings. His legs still shook from the extreme effort of his fuck, but he managed to back off the nooky and get the metal ring off his dick without doing any further damage to his penis and then return all his stuff to his shameful doctor's bag.

Back in the lovingness of the big cabin across the glade, I asked,"What's future ?"I was very corneous from watching all the fucking and quite surprised that my cock was still ready for more than natural action after two gorgeous fucks this good afternoon.

Harold flopped onto a chair and dragged the television camera bag over to his base."I'm done,"he said."This is a great gem, and we may do her again, but I have no Thomas More sperm left in my clod, so I'll use the camera if you still have some cream for her."

The gem 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 ointment for her."“ I'm not on birth control,"she protested.

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

"OK,"said Bill, looking around."It seems to me the three of us want another go at her."We all nodded, and the muffin began to shake her head violently again. She knew estimable than to squall or send for names after the last torturing school term, and she could see the whiplash and strand hanging on the bulwark for our pleasure.

"It seems to me too,"vizor continued,"that we have a overnice 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 bounder. right hand, Phil ?"I nodded and grinned happily. It was nice to be recognized."So then,"Bill concluded,"let's all do her at once. Let's do airtight."

Airtight is a porno terminus for inserting three member simultaneously into a human female in gild to deduct utmost pleasance : one in her rima oris, one in her cunt, and one up her rectum. I'm a pornography monster, so I knew exactly how to start.

Lying on my back on the bed, I grabbed the muffin and pulled her naked body down onto mine so her breasts crushed into my pectus and her legs straddled my hips. I eased her hips up a bit and pulled my tumid phallus into a vertical tie-up at the entree to her vagina. A gentle tug on her hips was enough to lower her torso again and drop down my cock up into her cunt. There I stopped and waited for Alastair to mount her from behind and ram his long putz into her wrinkled bum pickle and up into her rectum. Bill, of line, knelt at the principal of the bed with his balls hanging just over my head and his cock shaft in her mouth.

As bank bill pushed his penis deep into the muffin's mouth, 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 cunt as far as it would go and began fucking her. At the Same time, Alastair began thrusting into her asshole, and for the first off time in my life, my rooster felt another man's penis moving on the other side of the moist wall of a charwoman's vagina.

I had seen double incursion many times in porn videos, but the genuine sensation was awesome : intense pleasure from my penis and my totally body, made more intense by my thought and sensing as I realized we three were violating the muffin's naked body simultaneously, using all her orifice for our intimate pleasure. I could see my cock between my legs moving in her vagina, and I could see Bill's cock column inch from my face thrusting strongly into her dribbling mouth, and I could palpate Alastair's hard penis running up and down her rectal channel.

Harold continued to circle the bed with a camera, getting as much of the member action as potential, while our thrusting into the muffin's twat, ass, and backtalk built in speed and volume. The muffin herself was building to what I am sure was an unwelcome orgasm, a augury of compliance to our male intimate pleasance. She moaned around bill's cock in her backtalk, and her hardened pap scraped up and down my bare sweaty chest as we screwed, and her breath came in ragged gasps.

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

Then the miracle happened. Yes, I know it is so rarefied in actual living but plebeian in porn fiction. Yet it really did bechance to me that first day. As my shaft stiffened in orgasm and began to disgorge great jets of syrupy cum into the muffin's teen vagina, I felt Alastair's penis also grow hard, its rotating shaft rippling with the muscular contraction of its muscle in orgasm, shooting spirt of tool cream into her bum.

At the same fourth dimension, Bill grabbed her by the spike, pushing his cock deep into her throat, and his"Aaaah. Aaaah. Aaaah."told me he was coming in her mouth. As I felt the powerful joy of sexual climax rippling through my entire consistency, I felt the gem wag and shiver as her own orgasm sent her whole body vibrating.

Harold kept circling the bed, trying to memorialize as many of our judders and eighth note of sexual pleasance as he could, keeping focussed on our penises as they completed this final intrusion of the muffin's feminine good luck charm.

The airtight fucking was so intense that we were reticent to remove our raw selves from her sweet, teenage body. I think it was flier who finally withdrew as his cum dribbled from the gem's mouth onto my cervix and chin below. At this, I stirred, and that motivated Alastair to remove his dick from her ass, leaving me absolve to draw out of her puss and push the muffin's naked body gently over on her cover so I could get up.

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

Harold nodded slowly."I believe it did. I saw it with my own eyes. Four orgasm at once. And I got the telecasting to prove it."

"We are fucking awesome,"said Bill, shaking his headway 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 gem was too shocked and bewildered to notice our conversation, and in any case, Harold was getting the syringe out of his doctor's bag to put her out coldness for a spell so they could pack her spine to her formula life sentence. As Bill and Alastair held her, he inserted the needle.

He turned to me and said,"So Phil. You understand the site and our formula. You've seen what we like to do, and we've seen that you like it too. We want you to be division of this, but we have to protect ourselves, so I will need all your information : full name, speech, phone, deferred payment circuit card, public figure of friends and congener, place of business, everything we will necessitate to guarantee 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 gem. The others packed up their cogwheel and then strapped the muffin onto the common carrier.

When we were all outside, we shook hands, and Harold said,"I'll give you a shout when we get together to target another muffin. We 'll go over the details, and you can meet us in your car so you're part of the grab and the transport to Backstage Pass. That way our item-by-item gobs will be lighter, and we spread the risk around equally. OK ?"

I nodded and the others nodded. beak and Alastair shouldered their packs, picked up the muffin asleep in her toter, and headed along the trail that wound up the hill, Harold trailing with his doctor bag in hand.

I jumped the fencing and retrieved my bicycle. As I cycled back down the recreational lead toward home, it all seemed artificial, yet it was real number, an intense sexual illusion come true, and one that promised many More sexual phantasy to fare.

I had no mistrust as I pedalled through the woodwind. Yes, I was now liable for abduction and assault charges, but I dismissed that. My self-confidence level in Harold and the gang was high. I trusted my instincts that they knew what they were doing and had exercised undecomposed judgement in accepting me as persona of their conspiracy of sexual depravity. I chuckled to myself at what the neighbours would call back if they knew what that mild-mannered crawl in guy next door had just done.

And would do again and again when the opportunity arose .