My position wasn’t as uncomfortable as it sounds. The leather cuffs holding my wrists and ankles to the legs of the padded bondage benchmark that I was bent over were tight, but Mel knows exactly how tight is tight enough without risking nerve damage. Still, my hips were beginning to ache from my legs being forced so far apart.
The gag was worse. A leather panel gag has to be tight enough to prevent the wearer from forcing their lips open behind it, but this was tight enough to make the flesh puff out around the edges. Still, I’m pretty used to wearing tight gags for extended periods of time.
The really hard thing was the growing sexual frustration. I find bondage a huge turn-on, and by tying me up like this with my breasts dangling and my pussy out in the breeze, Mel was driving my libido higher and higher, with no way to rub out my frustration. I knew that when I finally got fucked, the experience would be explosive after all the slow buildup, but in the meantme I was slowly losing my mind.
I heard footsteps on the basement stairs. It sounded like two pairs of feet. Shit, what’s Mel up to this time?
The closet door opened, and I shook the hair out of my face and looked over my shoulder. There was Mel, and beside him looking me over was his buddy Dave. I had met Dave a number of times before, and considered him something of a friend, but he had never seen me naked, and certainly had never seen me with my ass and cunt on display like this. I wasn’t sure if I found the humiliation erotic or just humiliating. I thrashed usefully, partly from sexual frustration and partly from sheer God-strike-me-dead embarrassment, and made a pissed-off “MMMMMPPPHHH!” behind the gag.
Mel reached between my spread legs and ran a finger between my pussy lips, checking for juices. “Ah, I think she’s perking nicely now.” He looked at Dave and said, “Want to take her for a test drive?”
Fuck. We had never done anything remotely like group sex before, and Iwasn’t at all sure I was up for it.
Mel gave me a good, hard swat on my temptingly displayed bum, forcing a stifled yelp out from behind the gag. The pain went straight to my clip and expanded into rockets of pure pleasure. “You’d like to take my good buddy Dave for a ride, wouldn’t you, dear?” I thought of refusing, knowing that Mel wouldn’t do anything without my consent, but I needed so badly to be fucked that I would have taken a donkey if Mel had presented one. I made an adequate “Mmm-hmmmm” noise behind the gag.
Dave slipped off his pants and underwear and got into position behind me. Mel suggested he try out my asshole, and Dave duly obliged, taking a dollar of lube and greasing up my tight pumper. I love anal sex, but it needs to be done gently, the way Mel does it, if it’s to feel good instead of excruciating. I had no idea whether Dave was an experienced asshole jumpey or not, and tensed with worry that he would just shove it up.
Dave fondled my tits andMy cunt, which would have felt wonderful if I hadn’t been worried about what was coming next. But I needn’t have worried. Dave pressed his cock firmly against my tight ring and pressed until it opened up and let him slide his tip inside me. Then he just held it there while I got over the first little “ouch” of penetration and my asshole got used to the intruder. It felt so good to finally have something inside Somewhere, anywhere, that I let out an involuntary “Mmmmmm” of satisfaction from behind the gag.
Dave took that as encouragement. He began pushing again, and slowly his cock pried my sphincter apart and slide all the way up until his public bone was pressed against my asscheeks. As he began to thrust, first slowly and then more vigorously, I could feel my dangling breasts swinging wildly as my body was rocked back and forth on the benchmark. My G-spot, massed through my rectal walls, began sending waves of pleasure through me, magnified by my pent-up need.
Mel started jerking off while he watched Dave fuck me in the ass, but I didn’t care. This was going to be a good day for sure.
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