Tawny and the Surprise Present

The intense sensation on the tender skin of my pussy started out feeling cold, then after a minute it felt like it was burning. He pushed it in as far as he could, then withdrew it. He started to lick it, but remembered at the last second that his buddy Julio had already come in my pussy, and he stopped. I guess even friendship has limits. He put it back inside me, and began to rapidly fuck me with it.

"Oh, man, never seen a bitch fucked with a popsicle before," said Lewis. "I bet from now on she'll hear the ice-cream truck, and get horny." He laughed.

It was a strange mix of sensations. The pleasure of having something sliding in and out of my pussy felt good, but the cold was painful. As he continued to fuck me, my pussy actually got a little numb, which felt weird. The deeper part didn't have the frozen popsicle against my pussy walls for as long as the shallower parts, so it never got numb, and I had a surge of sensation every time he stuck it all the way in.

"Hey, you guys ready to fuck her? 'Cause I'm pretty ready," said Stones.

"Oh, sorry, man, we figured you were just planning to jack-off," teased Julio, making Derick and Lewis laugh.

"No," he scowled, "I'm just staying ready, you know? I ain't gonna pass up a chance for pussy this nice."

Derick said, "OK, OK, I'm ready to fuck her too." He slowly slid the popsicle out, and took it back into the kitchen, leaving Stones to take the clothespins off my pussy lips. Which he did, making sure to go slowly enough that I had time to yelp as each one came off, then he would remove the next one.

Lewis took the Vice-Grips off my my nipples, and I braced myself, ready for the pain when the blood rushed back in. To my surprise, the feeling wasn't as intense as usual. Of course, I thought, having my entire breast tied up so tight probably reduced that sensation.

At that point, Stones untied the rope holding my head back, and I was able to look down at my breasts for the first time since Lewis had put the rubber bands on them. I was amazed at how they looked -- round, prominent, and far from their normal color. I could see the melted popsicle that had dripped out of my pussy and onto the towel, and my poor tits were the same shade of purple.

I moaned as Lewis poked his finger between the tight rubber-bands and my breast, trying to remove them. He finally managed to get a grip, and pulled them off a couple at a time.

My entire breast felt like I had expected my nipple to feel when he'd removed the Vice-Grips, as the blood rushed back into it. I screamed into the ball-gag, which they seemed to like. They waited expectantly for more screams as Lewis freed my other tit. I didn't disappoint them; if anything, the second one hurt worse.

Once my boobs were unbound, I was happy to see them return to their natural shapes. They still had deep marks around the bases from the rubber-bands, ones that probably wouldn't fade for a while. Lewis couldn't resist playing with them a little, feeling the contrast from the previous tight state. Having them tied up made them more sensitive now that they were free, and I moaned at the mix of pain and pleasure I felt as his hands squeezed and kneaded them.

"Hey, quit playing with the bitch and get her ankles untied. I can't fuck her while her ass is in this chair," said Stones, sounding impatient. He was struggling with the knot that Derick had tied in my hair, and finally gave up.

He yelled, "Hey, Derick, untie your fancy goddamn knot from this bitch's hair, would you?" He gave the rope a sharp pull of frustration, making me yelp.

Lewis was unwrapping the duct-tape from my ankles, when Derick finally came back in. He was carrying a long metal pole. Maybe a pole from a big tent or something?

Stones said, "Where'd you go? I can't get this damn knot untied." He pointed at the rope in my hair.

"Sorry, man," Derick said, "I had an idea and needed to find something for it." He shook the pole to indicate that it was the "something".

He set it down, and between him dealing with the knots, and Lewis dealing with the duct-tape, a minute later I was free. They let me stand and stretch, which felt wonderful after sitting for so long. I was also able to point to the bathroom, and stare at them meaningfully.

"Oh, yeah, sure," said Derick. "Go ahead, bathroom's that way. I ain't into that golden shower stuff." He gave a chuckle, and pointed at a door half-way down a hall.

I took advantage of the opportunity to get Julio's dried gift out of my hair. I wished I had a way to get the remaining popsicle juice out of my hoo-ha -- yeast infections are zero fun. I wasn't too concerned though, since I was pretty sure that before the night was over plenty of cum would wind up rinsing things out down there.

I saw why Derick wasn't worried about me escaping, as the window was small, high, and didn't open. Or maybe they didn't even think of me as wanting to escape. I actually don't think they thought of themselves as having kidnapped me or anything. To them, I was a hooker that just happened to be fucking them instead of the other guys, so why would I want to get away?

The funny thing is, that while I felt like they should have untied me and let me leave, I didn't really want to escape either. Other than my initial moments of panic, I hadn't been actually afraid that they were going to hurt me. Okay, well, yeah, they had been hurting me, but it was kinky-sex pain, not actually hurting me. Eric obviously still thought he had delivered me to the right place, and I was really enjoying them playing with me. I hoped Eric wouldn't be too upset when he found out, and would understand this situation was exactly the kind of thing I got off on. Not that I'd really had a chance to escape. Them not being aware of "the rules" might have been a little scary, but it was also so sexy that it outweighed my concerns.

Check-in

I had returned the rental truck, and was back at home, but of course my mind was on my wife, and how things were going at the bachelor party. Normally I'd just be fantasizing about what was happening to her there, but this party had me a little concerned.

My biggest worry was that one of the groomsman -- the one who knew that Tawny was going to be the groom's present -- was actually there at the bachelor party. When I'd spoken to him, he had sounded a little older than any of the guys I'd seen at the house. I know, determining someone's age based on just their voice is not always possible, but I wanted to check. Sure, we had a note and a list of all the rules in the box with Tawny, but that was meant to be a backup. We were really counting on him being there.

I listened to his cell-phone ringing, and then heard him answer, "Hey, this is John."

"Hi John," I said. "This is Eric. Sorry for distracting you from the party, but I just wanted to confirm that you were there, and everything was going smoothly."

"Oh, yeah, about that. I'm not there yet," he said.

So that meant Tawny had been there for about an hour, without the guy who was supposed to make sure the guys respected the rules. Great. I was really glad we decided to send a copy of those rules with her.

I was kind of pissed, but I kept my voice calm and reasonable as I responded to this news. "Okay, so are you getting close? We expected you to be there pretty much when the party started."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. But you know what it's like coming down the 5 on a Friday night. Been stopped dead, something about a truck in a military convoy that caught fire, or flipped over, or something."

Just great, I thought.

I said, "So once things start moving, how long before you get there?"

"Ahh, let me see... Maybe another half-hour? I think things have started to clear up."

Sigh. "Good. Please be sure to let me know when you arrive, okay?"

"Sure, will do."

We said goodbye, and I sat there trying to decide if I went back to the house where the party was, and checked on things, or trusted the rules we'd sent. Me knocking on the door and saying "Hey, just here to see that you guys are behaving" wouldn't exactly help the party's mood. The client had assured me that the groom was experienced in the kink realm, well aware of boundaries and safety when it came to kinky play, and would understand about the rules we'd provided, and respect them. I decided I'd sit tight. But if I didn't hear from John that he was there in not much more than 30 minutes, I was heading over, mood of the party be damned.

Pole Position

The guys led me into a bedroom. It was tidier than I'd have expected, and actually looked pretty uncluttered. I decided it wasn't Derick's bedroom, but probably a spare for when friends crashed.

It's central feature was a queen-sized bed, with a massive wrought-iron headboard. There was a nightstand on one side, and a mostly empty bookcase on the other. There was no other furniture.

They'd tossed a blanket and a top-sheet onto the floor in a corner, evidence of them hastily making the bed ready to fuck me on. The window-shade was down, and there weren't any curtains, which wasn't a surprise in what was obviously a house that Derick lived in alone. Or maybe some of these guys were his roommates? A life-sized cardboard cutout of a well-endowed woman wearing a tiny bikini stood in one corner, the only decoration the room had.

I stood there waiting for them to tie me up again. I was still gagged, although I had taken advantage of my bathroom break to at least get that butt-plug out of my ass, and they had re-attached my cuffs together behind my back.

Derick had brought that long metal pole, and a bunch more rope. I looked at the pole with a little trepidation, hoping they weren't intending it for my pussy.

Almost sounding apologetic, Derick remarked, "We weren't expecting anyone to deliver us a bondage bitch to play with, so we don't have any official bondage shit."

"Bend over a little," he ordered. I leaned forward, allowing my breasts to hang down, which made it easier for him to take a length of rope and wind it around my breast a few times. He then pulled the loops tight, and tied them off under my breast, leaving a couple feet of rope hanging down. He gave the rope a tug, looked satisfied, and did the same to my other breast. The loops of rope around my breasts were tight, but not nearly as tight as those rubber bands had been. So my boobs were bound securely, but it didn't seem like the goal was to make them into round purple balls a second time.

Derick said to me, "Lay down on the bed, bitch. Tits up."

They had apparently discussed their plans while I was in the bathroom, because they all seemed to know what Derick had in mind. Julio lifted my legs up so Lewis could put the pole under them. Lewis stood at the side of the bed holding one end, and Stones took the other. They positioned the pole behind my knees, and used it to force my legs up and back. They kept going until my knees were almost next to my boobs.

"Damn, this bitch is flexible," said Stones, sounding impressed.

"I figured she would be," said Derick. "She's used to being tied up and shit." I couldn't argue with that observation. One reason I was so diligent about my yoga was that it kept me flexible enough for interesting positions during sex.

With the guys holding me almost folded in half, Derick took the ends of the ropes he'd used to tie up my breasts and tied them to the middle of the pole. Lewis and Stones let go, and watched what I would do.

"Dude, that's awesome," said Stones, sounding impressed. "She can't put her legs down without pulling on her own tits."

And he was right. I was able to unbend my legs a little bit, but not much, at least not without pulling on my breasts. For now, I realized, I could hold my legs back without much trouble. But, as they got tired, my breasts would pay the price if I relaxed them.

"So, can I go first?" asked Stones. I thought that seemed fair, as his cock was already out, and looked almost painfully hard.

"Sorry, man, I hate sloppy seconds, and Julio's jizz should have all dripped out of her by now," said Derick. "You been keeping your dick hard for a half hour, five more minutes won't hurt."

Julio laughed and said, "Don't worry, man, most the bitches Derick's fucked weren't half as hot as this one, and he still didn't make it to five whole minutes."

Everyone laughed, except for Stones, who's expression indicated that five more minutes might actually hurt him.

"Yeah, you were no endurance champion earlier, either," retorted Derick. Julio smiled, just dudes giving each other some shit.

Derick undressed, and wasted no time in climbing on the bed, anxious to take advantage of my inviting pussy. He rubbed his hard cock back and forth along my pussy lips, making me moan. All the things they had done while I was tied to that chair had made me more than ready to have another hard cock in me.

"Stop playing around, and hose that bitch," said Stones, anxious for his turn.

"When I'm ready," Derick replied. Literally one second later, he thrust his cock deep into me, as he announced "I'm ready."

I moaned even louder, as his dick released the tension all of the teasing had built up in me. "Fuck me." I yelled into the gag.

I doubt he understood me, which was fine since fucking me was obviously his plan, but he did follow up his initial thrust with a nice series of hard, deep strokes. I was wide open, and he was able to go nice and deep, with a great angle that was giving me lots of stimulation. I closed my eyes and let the sensation of being fucked well spread through me.

Whether or not this was his normal endurance, as Julio had joked about, or whether all the stuff he'd done to me had gotten him primed, I don't know. But whatever the reason, the outcome was that he didn't last long at all. I had just started to hope that maybe I was on the road to my own orgasm, when he tensed up, and I felt his cock throb as he came in me.

Damnit! That's the second time tonight a guy's finished too soon. I let myself hope that Stones would maybe pick things up where Derick left off...

"Oh, man, that was quick. Too fucking quick, her pussy's tight," complained Derick, as he slowly slid out of me, and climbed off the bed. You know a guy is hard to please when he complains that the pussy he just came in was too tight.

Stones almost pushed him aside in his rush to finally fuck me, saying "Good, I love tight pussy," as he held my legs, and positioned his hard cock to enter me. For all his haste, now that he was where he wanted to be, he took his time. I felt the tip of his cock poke into me, and he held it there while he rubbed his hands along my thighs, and down to my ass. He held his hands there, cupping my ass cheeks, and slowly slid the shaft of his cock in to me. Once he was all the way in, he stopped moving, and began to rub and knead my ass.

"Jeez, man, if you fuck her that slow I'll never get a chance," complained Lewis. He'd been pretty patient, but I guess everyone has their limit. Since he was now the only one who had yet to stick their dick in me, he was looking forward to his turn.

Stones didn't answer him, but he did finally begin thrusting in and out of my pussy, albeit slowly. It felt good, in a sensual way, but it wasn't the kind of speed and roughness that I needed to work towards my orgasm. Oh well, there was still Lewis, and maybe Julio, so I decided to just enjoy it as a nice change of pace. My legs, however, were starting to get a little tired, and I knew that soon my breasts were going to be supporting them, at least somewhat.

Stones finally gave Lewis his delayed answer. "I been working up to this for a while. Don't want to come too fast, want to enjoy this slut. Going nice and slow, going to spend some time in her pussy, you know? I like looking at these tied-up tits, too."

He really had been staring at my tits, and now he used one hand to squeeze and fondle them a little as he patiently slid his cock in and out.

"Okay, fine, whatever. Take your time," said Lewis. "Her legs gotta get tired at some point, and I'm looking forward to seeing her pull her own tits while I'm fucking her." He was sharper than he looked, because I thought that's probably exactly how the timing was going to go. Even though Stones was playing it slow, he couldn't last long. I started giving his cock a little extra squeeze every time he slid all the way in, wanting all of them to finish with me before I got too tired to hold my legs up.

Stones' go-slow strategy lasted longer than I expected, but it still wasn't that long before he groaned, and I felt him orgasm. He pressed in hard, then pulled back and gave me several hard strokes, pumping another spurt of his hot cum into me with each one.

"Ohhh, yeah, that should fill you up, bitch," he said.

He definitely had. When he pulled out, I felt a small stream of his cum run down between my ass-cheeks, much more than the trickle I'd felt after Derick had finished.

He got off the bed and said to Lewis, "That's some great pussy, man. Your turn."

Lewis said, "Yeah, her pussy is tempting, but I think I want to try her ass."

"Oh, yeah, Lewis finally getting himself some back-door action," teased Julio.

"Uh, you got any lube?" Lewis asked Derick.

"Yeah, I should, let me go check." He left the room, and Lewis took his pants off and started getting himself hard with one hand, while fondling my tits with the other.

After a minute Derick returned with a bottle of lube, which he tossed to Lewis. Lewis positioned himself at the foot of the bed, and poured a stream of the lube onto the top of his cock. I was hoping he'd maybe apply a little inside me with a finger, but I got the impression that anal was something he'd seen, but probably never done. I regulated my breathing, and tried to relax, as I had no idea just how abruptly he was going to do this.

I felt the tip of his cock poke against my ring, and as I feared, I also didn't feel much lube on it. I'd seen him lube the shaft pretty well, but it was the head of his cock that really needed it. He pressed forward, and the pressure built as I tried to relax. He increased the force, and wiggled his hips a little to sort of work it in. After a moment, the head of his cock wedged its way in, and I yelped into my ball gag.

Stones congratulated him, saying "Hey, man, you're in."

"Yeah, now pound that ass," exhorted Derick.

I think this really was Lewis' first time doing anal, and despite Derick's urging, he slid the rest of his cock into me nice and careful.

"It's so tight," Lewis said, sounding both surprised and happy now that he had his cock completely buried in my ass. He pulled back, careful to not let the head of his cock pop out, and gave a few slow, tentative thrusts. The initial pain I'd felt when he first penetrated me quickly faded, and I enjoyed feeling his cock moving in and out. For me, anal sex wasn't better than vaginal sex, but it still felt good. Different, but good. Having a guy use me like that felt extra slutty, and that fed my excitement. I found myself wanting him to fuck me harder.

As he got more comfortable, Lewis started going faster at least, though not harder. He was still careful not to pull too far out, but he was letting himself withdraw a little bit further as he continued to fuck me. As he'd hoped, my legs were also getting tired, and I had to rest them against that pole. This resulted in the ropes pulling my breasts out and down, and I tried to balance the pain in my tits against the fatigue in my legs. Lewis noticed.

"I see those titties moving, bitch. Legs getting tired, aren't they? Yeah, go ahead, relax and pull on those tits." he gloated. His excitement translated into him starting to fuck me harder, and I let out involuntary gasps each time he drove his cock into my ass. He finally got so excited that he actually withdrew completely for a second, then thrust back in again, making me scream quietly as his cock pried open the ring that had already begun closing, even in the scant seconds it was free of its invader.