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  “Want what?” I somehow croaked as his finger slipped inside my opening. My breath came out in little gasps.

  “You want the four of us to fuck your brains out and give you wild, screaming orgasm after wild, screaming orgasm,” Eric said.

  That’s not quite the way I would have put what I’d been thinking a moment before, but semantics weren’t important at the moment. Wild, screaming orgasms were starting to sound really good. But still, there were four of them, forcrissakes. I’d never had sex with more than one man at a time before. I didn’t even have a clue how the logistics of it would work.

  He moved around the table to stand behind me and undid the one remaining button on my red Santa’s helper jacket, pulling it off my arms. Then he cupped both of my breasts with his big hands—so big they covered my breasts. That was a first for me. I’m a solid 36 DD, maybe bordering on DDD. Most men’s hands weren’t big enough to cover me like that.

  Even as he kneaded me, coaxing my nipples to harden and stand up like good little soldiers, Chase’s hand was on my other thigh, spreading my legs apart to give Josh better access. The crazy thing is that I let him.

  His fingers pressed hard along the inside of my thigh, moving higher. “That’s right. You want us inside you. You want one night of crazy sex to forget about…” He trailed off as he found my clit and rubbed it hard with his thumb. “I don’t remember who Josh said you were forgetting.”

  At the moment, I didn’t either. I was too busy focusing on the three fingers Josh now had moving inside me and the way Chase was circling and pressing on my clit with his thumb and the fact that Eric was now suckling my right nipple, then lapping at it with his tongue, and then biting at it gently.

  I whimpered. Everything they were doing just sent more wetness flooding down between my legs, and I wanted it. I did. I wanted whatever they would give me and more, just for the one night.

  But, wait a minute. When had Josh said anything to them about me and needing to forget Blake? I turned to Josh and tried to glare, but I was so overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensations that I doubt it looked like much of a glare. Probably more like a fuck-me-now look. “You planned this?”

  He grinned and increased the pace of his finger fucking. “Yeah. I’ve wanted you for months. Now the asshole’s out of your life, so I thought I could get my buddies to help me out tonight and we’d go from there.”

  “Shawn doesn’t exist,” Chase said. “The guy who supposedly canceled on us tonight?” he continued at my blank stare. “The text message was from me, telling Josh we were here and had everything ready. We’ve…well, let’s just say we know a thing or two about each other’s sexual preferences, so we’ve done things like this before.” He grinned and pinched my clit tight between his thumb and forefinger.

  I cried out in shock and pain, and just a hint of pleasure. Holy crap.

  “Is that a yes or a no?” Will asked. He was still sitting across the table from me, watching everything that was going on. He’d taken his erection out and was stroking it. Good lord, he was huge. Thick and long, so much so that I didn’t think I could handle him. He’d rip me in two.

  “I…I…” I didn’t know. I couldn’t think.

  Josh added a fourth finger and leaned forward to suckle my neglected breast, and I wanted with everything in me for him to fuck me. The rest of the guys, I wasn’t so sure about. Especially Will, with his massive cock. But I wanted Josh.

  “Yes,” I said decisively. I hoped I wouldn’t regret it later.

  A flurry of activity happened all at once. Will removed the playing surface from the table, taking all of the cards, chips, beer bottles, and everything else with it. He folded down a flap on the table, leaving one straight edge.

  The hands and mouths on my body all stopped at once. I almost moaned from the loss, but then Josh picked me up easily. I’m only five foot two, and about a hundred and twenty pounds—enough to be curvy, but that’s about it. He turned around and sat me on the edge of the table, where my ass was barely hanging on.

  Eric pushed, gently but firmly, on my collarbone until I laid back. My head went just over the straight edge.

  On the table? They were going to fuck me on the table? And right now. Oh, crap, what had I agreed to do?

  Will and Eric each took one of my hands while Josh and Chase took my feet. Then they were stretching me out.

  Panicking a little, I looked at Josh. “What the hell are you doing?”

  My wrists were attached with leather cuffs to the edges of the table that I somehow hadn’t noticed before, held out from my shoulders in a line along the straight edge of the table. I tried to sit up, but couldn’t move—too many hands and bonds of different sorts holding me down and preventing me from doing more than breathing, essentially.

  “Getting you ready for the best fuck of your life.” Josh attached my ankle to a similar cuff, stretched my leg out to the side as far as it would go, and attached it to a floor-to-ceiling column. Once it was secure, he licked a line up my leg, moving from the inside of my calf to just below my sex. “Trust me, Tara. You’re going to love this.”

  I did trust him, usually. I wanted to trust him now, but this was nuts.

  Chase did the same thing to my other ankle while Eric strapped a rope around my hips, securing it beneath the table somehow so that I couldn’t move an inch in any direction. Will was standing near my head with his hard cock hanging out of his jeans, reaching over me to roughly squeeze my breasts.

  Then they moved the table a few inches, stretching my legs back so that my full split was somehow beyond a full split. Thank goodness I was pretty flexible. I guess it was a good thing I’d done some dance in school. Josh tugged on my hips, leaving my sex gaping wide and my butt hanging off the edge of the table.

  Will hit a button near my head, and the whole table lowered just a bit, propping my butt up even higher because of how my legs were positioned. “One final touch,” he said. And then a blindfold came over my eyes, leaving me completely in the dark.

  Belts unlatched and zippers unzipped, and I heard the swoosh of their clothes hitting the floor.

  Then hands were on me again. Lots of hands. Everywhere. I couldn’t tell who was touching me and what part they were touching. Someone rubbed over the lips of my sex. A rough squeeze of my breast. A smack on my butt cheek. A caress on the underside of my knee.

  A hot tongue came down to my sex and went to work, and I nearly came unglued. At the same time, one of my nipples was tweaked and twisted. I cried out in dual pain and pleasure.

  “Tits,” one of them said. Chase? I wasn’t sure. “Her tits are super sensitive. We should focus on them.”

  “On it.” Footsteps padded away on the hardwood floor as fingers plunged into both my sex and my ass. Teeth nipped my clit.

  I moaned and unconsciously tried to grind my hips at the sensation.

  A series of slaps landed on my breasts, and I shouted in surprise.

  “Scream all you want, baby.” Definitely Eric’s voice. It was a little raspy, amused-sounding, and off in the distance somewhere. “No one but us will hear you for miles.” The footsteps came back, and a box slid across the table near my head. “You work on that one.”

  “With pleasure.”

  Something hard bit into my right breast, up near the top. I hissed and sucked in a breath. The same thing happened to the left. Then again, near the first but down a little lower.

  I bit my lip against the pain.

  The man to my left chuckled. “It would be advisable for you to keep breathing.” Two more of them bit into me.

  The cunnilingus-slash-finger-fucking stopped for a moment. “Give her something to do with her mouth, and she’ll remember,” Josh said. Then he went back to work between my legs.

  I didn’t have time to think about what sort of something that might be. A hard cock was pressed between my lips and kept pushing back until he hit my gag reflex. Will groaned, then grabbed hold of my hair and adjusted the position of my head so it wa
s hanging down and back a bit more. It was crazy uncomfortable, and it left him a straight path through my mouth to my throat, making it easier for him, but more difficult for me. Much, much more difficult, because there was no way I could possibly slow his progress, short of biting him. Probably not the best idea, given that I was strapped down, naked, with four big men wanting to keep me that way. He pulled his hips back and then thrust back into me, forcing it deeper.

  I tried to relax. Not the easiest thing to do with a whole fistful of fingers tormenting my sex, nearly as many shoving into my ass, teeth and tongue on my clit, dozens of things biting into my breasts and getting closer to my nipples, and a dick so deep in my throat it was hard to breathe—made even more difficult by the fact that his balls were covering my nose.

  The tiny torture devices bit into my areolas, and Josh increased his efforts down below until I was on the painful verge of a massive orgasm. Two more on each areola. Then they pinched into my nipples, and I cried out on Will’s cock thrusting into my mouth.

  Josh pulled away from me, and I moaned. I was so freaking close. But then his cock pressed into my ass, huge and thick, and incredibly hard, and he let out a shuddering groan. I’d never taken anything anywhere near as big as him in my ass before, but I was so aroused that I took him easily.

  He rubbed a thumb hard on my clit, so hard I saw fireworks behind my eyes from the pain.

  “Go get me the wand.”

  He fucked me so hard, the entire table moved from the force of it, fast and sharp. Will matched his pace in my mouth. Another cock landed against my right palm, where Eric had been earlier, and I closed my fist around it as it slid between my grip.

  And then a crazy, vibrating thing replaced Josh’s thumb on my clit, and I screamed.

  “That’s right,” Will said, holding my head tighter in place and thrusting deeper. “Keep screaming.”

  Josh pulled on my thighs with each fast, forceful push.

  “She’s ready,” one of them said.

  I’d completely lost track of anything but the need to orgasm.

  “On three. One…two…three.”

  I exploded as the vibe went up to high and shoved down hard on my clit. The biting things were shoved off my breasts, snapping and flying up into the air before coming back to land on my breast. The blood rushed painfully back to them. Will shoved his cock as far down my throat as he could and held me there, eliminating any possibility of breathing. Josh pounded into my ass at a furious pace and then spurted, filling my rectum will his cum.

  My whole body thrummed, and I screamed and screamed as wave after wave poured over me, moving from my ass to my arms to my no-longer-numb toes. When I was done, I lay there on the table, shaking from the intensity of it. Will pulled out of my mouth, the cock in my fist pulled away, and streams of hot cum landed on my belly.

  I’m not sure how long they left me there. It was a while before I came back to earth, and when I did, I realized a vibrator was at work deep inside me—no, two of them, since one was in my ass, too—and something was attached to the outside of both my sex and my breasts, suctioning.

  Off in the distance, I could hear their rumbling voices, shuffling feet, the clanking of metal on metal. No clue what they were doing.

  A little bit later, one of them came back into the living room where I was still strapped uncomfortably to the table. My blindfold was removed, and Josh smiled down at me, his perfect teeth glinting in the well-lit room. “Having a good time?”

  How the hell was I supposed to answer that? I glared up at him, and he winked.

  “We’re almost ready for you.”

  He moved around to my side and dipped a cloth into a bucket of water, then used it to wipe over my body. When all the cum had been cleaned off my belly and ass, he unhooked my feet from their restraints, leaving the ankle cuffs in place.

  My legs ached so bad, it hurt to even move them and stretch them. But I had to, or I’d really regret it later.

  He massaged my legs, running his hands over the stiff muscles. “How’s that pussy feeling?”

  “Huge,” I grumbled. Not to mention tender as all get-out.

  “That’s good.”

  When he reached for the suction machine, I thought he was going to take it off me. Not so much. He squeezed a pump, and the suction got more intense. I moaned and tried to draw my legs together. Bad idea. That just put more pressure down there.

  Josh did the same thing to the pumps at my breasts, and I thought I might implode.

  Chase came from somewhere down a long hall. “We’re all set.” Then he turned around and was gone, leaving me with the view of his incredibly toned backside.

  Josh released my arms, and I sat up extremely carefully. I was tempted to take those things off of and out of myself. One of my hands started to move to my breast to do just that, but he grabbed it and twisted it behind my back. “Give me the other,” he said, holding out a hand. For some inexplicable reason, I did. He connected the two wrist cuffs together.

  Then, taking one of my elbows, he guided me off the table and onto very shaky legs. I wobbled in my heels and almost fell when I stepped on a pile of discarded wooden clothespins, which had to be the torture devices they’d had biting into my breasts earlier, but he took off down the hall, leading me far faster than I thought I could move with everything attached and implanted within me.

  Every step I took was utter torture. I was a moaning mess by the time we got to the end of the hall and he took me through an open door.

  I didn’t have time to examine what was going on around me. Josh pushed me to my knees in the center of the room with some sort of steel bar running between my legs. It moved out in front of me and came up about three feet off the ground, with another bar moving across it, and what looked like a steel dog collar in the middle. Lord only knew what it did behind me.

  My legs were pulled apart and my ankles were hooked into place, in a bar that seemed similar to the one before me, but down on the floor. Josh released my hands and then pulled them forward, hooking one wrist to the bar while Chase did the same to the other. Leather cuffs were strapped to my knees and they were spread as wide as my ankles, then hooked into place. One of the other men straddled my back and pushed my head forward, locking my neck into the collar. Some sort of belt came around my waist, pulling me down…but another went around my hips, pulling my ass up, so that I was arched unnaturally.

  Finally, all four of them set to work removing the suction cups and vibrators from me. I felt so swollen that even the slightest touch would almost make me scream.

  Then they stood in front of me and just looked.

  “Shit, you’re sexy,” Josh said. “Damn, Tara. I knew you were hot, but not even in my wildest dreams did you look so utterly, perfectly fuckable.”

  For some reason, instead of pissing me off like it should, that comment just made me even hornier than I was before.

  Eric pulled out a digital camera and zoomed in, taking pictures of me. “Give me your email address later, and I’ll send these to you. You’ll want to see these.”

  “Enough dicking around,” Will said. “Let’s get started.”

  Josh got on his knees in front of me and tugged on my hair until I looked up at him. “No one but me is going to cum inside you without a condom on, okay? And I’ll use one if I’m gonna cum in your pussy.”

  I felt my eyes go wide. I couldn’t nod with him gripping my hair and the collar holding my head in place, so I managed some sort of “Mmm,” sound. He winked at me, then kissed me, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. It was a ferocious kiss, possessive, like no one had kissed me in a long time. It was like he was claiming me.

  Before he ended it, though, a hard cock was pressing into my incredibly swollen sex. I whimpered with each hard thrust from behind, but Josh just kept kissing me, his tongue as hard and demanding as the cock inside me. Whoever it was grabbed onto my hips, driving into me relentlessly.

  I felt someone else crawl under me, and then t
eeth attacked my clit. The fourth man straddled my back, his knees on the ground the only thing keeping all of his weight from driving me down, and his hands reached beneath me to fondle my breasts.

  When Josh finally broke off the kiss, he stood in front of me and shoved his cock in my mouth, fucking me as resolutely as the man in my sex.

  I couldn’t take it. I was stimulated beyond my limits, and I crashed headfirst into another orgasm. The walls of my sex reverberated around the cock pistoning in and out of me. I screamed, which opened my throat enough that Josh could shove all the way down my throat.

  “That’s right, baby. Come as many times as you need to.” Josh patted my cheek like I was a good puppy, never relenting on his furious pace.

  “Hell,” Chase ground out from behind me. “This pussy is as tight as a virgin asshole.” He kept pounding into me, his balls slapping against me at a furious pace. The steel contraption I was strapped to had to be bolted to the floor, because it hadn’t moved an inch, despite the force coming at me from every direction. When he changed his angle slightly, he hit my g-spot and I screamed again, with Josh’s cock buried to the hilt in my throat.

  He came, both hands fisted in my hair to keep me at just the right angle and filling my mouth with salty ejaculate. “Swallow it, Tara.”

  I tried to, but lost a little of it. It dribbled down my chin and then onto the floor.

  Josh moved off to a sofa nearby and took a seat. He picked up a remote and flipped on the huge TV that was right in front of me. It was set up like a movie theater, almost. What the hell? He was going to watch TV while all of this was going on?

  The Blu-Ray player started up, and Chase and Eric quit torturing my breasts and clit. They joined Josh on the couch, leaving Will fucking me relentlessly from behind, and leaving me insanely confused.

  Then the title screen came up. Bonnie Gets a Gang Bang. They were going to watch a porno while they were essentially acting one out.

  The first scene came on, with a busty porn star chained up so she couldn’t move being whipped and flogged by five men. I didn’t want to watch that. Not at all, so I put my head down, trying to ignore what was happening in front of me.