I sighed again. The initiation continued.
I was desperate to rub myself to climax, as the wooden dildos worked inside me, the one only partly inside, revolving around the other, fully in me, stretching my cunnie in a circular motion.
“This is torture,” I groaned. Looking to Chrissie. I pleaded, “rub me off Chrissie - please.”
“Sorry teen slut,” she replied, “we have to torture you, it’s your initiation.
“Each girl has it specially tailored to her desires,” she continued, “carry on Kirsty.
I had not felt a tremendous desire to be fucked with two skipping rope handles, up until this point.
“We just come up with new ideas!” said Kirsty, who I now remembered from the party, working the handles. I had only seen her back and bottom as she had been 69’ing Jill, her face having been buried between Jill’s thighs, and all I had seen was that she had long, dark hair.
“And this one is a peach!” she continued, looking me in the eye, and licking her lips in an ogling fashion, as she manipulated the tools inside me.
I squirmed against my shackles, trying to relieve myself, biting my bottom lip and grimacing, as the handles’ motion stretched my sodden hole, making a squelching noise as it did so. It was particularly arousing as it moved around to the front and back, as it pressed on my clit, and I could feel its motion, deeply, pressing both my bottom and urethra tunnels, agitating the nerve endings inside.
Kirsty really knew what she was doing to me; properly edging me, watching my reaction as she moved the weapons. Looking at Chrissie then, who nodded, and knelt behind Kirsty, to give her some pleasure.
I watched as she slid a hand between Kirsty’s legs. Kirsty arched her back as, without preamble, Chrissie’s fingers must have found her cunt, parted her labia, and slipped into her, to finger fuck her.
Kirsty then removed one of my tormenting dildos, the one that was not wedged totally inside me, and passed it to Chrissie, who in turn, as I watched, introduced it to Kirsty’s pussy.
Our cunts were now connected by the rope, and as Chrissie used one on Kirsty, so Kirsty reciprocated the action on me. Using her fingers she pushed my tormentor deeper and allowing my cunnie muscles to push it back out; matching the speed to which Chrissie was fucking her with the other handle.
My next licking service was also due to take place; an elfinly pretty, svelte, light olive-skinned girl, who I felt I recognised, climbed onto the bed and straddled my face; I had lost count of how many pussies I’d eaten by now; but I didn’t want it to stop.
It was so thrilling, being the centre of attention, all these girls using me, seeing me exposed, at their mercy. I wished I could see myself, like a remote viewer.
She lowered herself to me. Reaching down, she parted her labia and held herself to me. I slipped my tongue between the wet folds, tasting her, licking her wetness, drawing in her scent as I breathed. I felt her other hand slide down over my breasts, exploring, teasing my nipples, and then further down, around my belly button, to my sex, where she rubbed my clit, a finger on each side of it, softly kneading the flesh on either side, moving in time with my licking her.
She had a light touch, now moving her two fingers in a circular motion over the hard centre of my pleasure, rocking it, quickly sending the longed-for, creamy, dreamy peaks of cum through my body.
“Oh, yes,” I uttered, although no-one would hear, my voice lost to the pussy pressed on my face.
I bore down against the dildo, Kirsty’s fingers stopping it from coming out of my soaking tunnel, and quickly pushing it back up, pressing against the bulb with her fingertips, up, further into me, so a short length of rope was now also in me; I rode against it.
It was delicious, the feeling of the hard tip as my climaxing cervix dipped against it with Kirsty’s fingers in my entrance preventing it coming out. I could feel the short portion of rope between Kirsty’s fingers and imagined what I looked like, riding a skipping rope handle, with another girl sitting on my face as I gave her cunnilingus.
I could imagine Chrissie was giving Kirsty the same treatment with the other handle, which made me cum all the harder.
I worked eagerly on the girl on my face, wanting to give her pleasure. She took my left hand and guided it to her clit, I rubbed her with my thumb, replicating the motion she was giving to me, pressing her rock-hard button against her crotch
She came quickly, squirming as orgasms ripped through her, and rubbing her deliciously wet sex tightly against my willing tongue. I lapped her unctuous juice as it flowed freely from her pussy, sticking my tongue inside as far as I could, feeling her bearing down with each climax.
She kept creaming against my mouth for over a minute, calming, then increasing her motion. I held my thumb against her clit, unmoving, allowing her to take her delight as she wished. She rocked against my pressure. As she did so she continued to rub my clit, and reach further between my legs with both hands, stroking and rubbing me, feeling the invasion Kirsty was inflicting on me.
She took the rope then, and I felt it being dragged up my body.
She lifted herself away from my face, and slid the rope between her legs, folding it in two, and introducing it into herself. It was of a plastic, or polypropylene kind, bright blue, which, though woven and lumpy, had no rough fibres like a hemp rope has, so was ideal to use in an intimate fashion.
Her wetness allowed her to ease the horny snake of rope inside, and she hovered above me with the two ends dangling from her cunnie. I watched as she fed more into herself, I still had my thumb on her clit so started to rub her again, and she rocked her hips as I did so, the rope moving deeper, as she took it in with each rocking motion.
Releasing her grip on the rope, she took my other hand and placed it on the ends emerging from her cunnie, taking my cue, I held them firmly, so she could ride it and so use both her hands to pleasure me.
I felt the rope lying across my torso, between my tits, lightly rubbing my skin as it moved with her motion, backwards and forwards.
I was conscious that Kirsty had moved; she no longer fucked me with the handle. My lover straddling me had taken over that task and I could feel both her hands down there, one palm resting on my inner right thigh, fingers covering my hole, pressing against the wooden plug, and the other hand covering my pubic mound, fingers clawing, masturbating my clit.
She raised herself further, and a hand appeared from my left and removed the rope from her, she groaned as it slipped out.
Letting it rest partly on my lips, I tasted her juice all over it, whoever it was then replaced it with the other handle, wet and glistening, freshly withdrawn from Kirsty’s sex, and I watched as it parted her labia. So slippery, it slid easily inside. I saw the beautiful opening of her flower as the wider part entered her.
The other then began to fuck her with it. I assumed it was Kirsty, as I couldn’t see.
She didn’t push it fully in, just up to the waisted section before the bulb, and I felt the receiver match the pressure she was feeling applied to my invader; she fucked me as she was being fucked.
I continued to rub her clit and she settled down on her haunches. Leaning forward, in a fashion of doggy style, so the handle inside her could be used more effectively, her right hand resting on my Venus mound taking more weight, pressing me into the mattress, playing with my sex with both hands.
I could now see who was using the tool on her, not Kirsty, it was Helen. She was whom Chrissie and I saw when we came to bed last night, riding her man, cowgirl style.
I managed to move my left hand to her, stroking her arm as she screwed my lover. She guided my hand to her own sex, and I slid it as far as I could to find her hole, and discovered another’s hand, with fingers already exploring there, from behind her; she was wet, and ready for my fingers also to worm inside.
I explored her too, both of us sliding fingers into her yielding tunnel. We fingered her, working together, one pushing in while the other pulled out.