Jason pulled both dildos out of my ass and the next second Betsy pulled her hand out me, too. God, did I ever feel empty. But not for long.
Betsy was working her slime covered hand into my asshole. Fingers extended, they entered and again I froze as if in a trance. Knuckles entered, followed by her palm and tucked in thumb. The base pressed into me and made sudden entry as my asshole swallowed her wrist and she was firmly encased.
Then again it was one finger at a time as she made yet another fist, this time in my ass and pushed even deeper. There is no cervix in the colon, nothing to stop her penetration. My gut contracted in pain as she pushed deeper as her arm made entry. Then slowly, as before, it made its retreat only to penetrate me again.
I was being ass fucked with a fist!
The thought of that was mind boggling.
The fact of that was stimulating as hell as it hit me—I was coming. Coming as a fist, of all damned things, flicked my ass.
I'm sure that it took me several seconds to recognize her next move. But when it did, I gave her my full and undivided attention.
Her other hand was making its way up my pussy. In less time than I thought possible there were two fists in me fucking away. If someone had asked earlier if two fists could fit in a female body, I would have said no, no way. But I would have been wrong because it was happening to me! And I was loving every second of its happening.
I thought I'd go out of my mind when Betsy turned her knuckles toward each other inside me, only a thin wall of internal tissues separating them as she rubbed them back and forth together. Finger knuckles pressed against finger knuckles inside me and I was off and running again with each internal vibration she made as her arms continued an in and out motion that sent me skyward to the stars and beyond.
Again I was on the verge of passing out when she again changed motions. Alternating her fists and arms she came at me like opposing sides of a locomotive. In my ass, out of my pussy. In my pussy and out of my ass. Chuga, chuga, chuga, chuga. My crotch felt like the punching bag that boxer use as right, left, right, left entered and left me. My body jerked with each invasion and continued to come until it finally happened.
I faded into a world of gray, then black.
* * *
Reality returned as it always does and I slowly became aware of my surroundings and the changes that had taken place.
I was no longer hanging semi-upside down in my harness. I was lying on the floor, harness still encasing me. My arms were still attached to the rod slid through the ring at my waist and the spreader bar was still at my ankles. I was no longer in midair and my body cavities were shamefully empty. I had been taken down and placed on the floor.
Another was now hanging in the air.
Of course it was Betsy. Betsy who had fist fucked both my pussy and ass just a short while ago.
Even having fainted by her actions, and Charles and Jason's too, I begrudged her the attention she was getting instead of me as I focused my eyes on her hanging form.
Her arms were bound with leather cuffs attached to hooks in the ceiling, from which she was hanging. Otherwise she was unencumbered. If one ignored the two men fucking away at her responsive body. Charles in her pussy, Jason up her ass as she swayed between them.
I knew, even if I was jealous, that they were flicking her instead of me for the simple reason that she was conscious and I hadn't been. Of all the damned luck, I thought.
But I really couldn't fault her in retrospect. She had been whipped while sucking my pussy and ass. She had sucked Charles' cock as he drove dildos in and out of me. Then, of course, she had fist flicked me into a faint.
I suppose it was only fair that she get her share of cock. I wasn't overjoyed at that prospect, but could thoroughly understand it. Jason had come earlier, so had Charles, and God knows how many times I had. It was her turn. So I turned voyeur instead of participator.
It really was interesting to watch, after all.
It isn't everyday that one can watch a gal getting it fore and aft as she's suspended from a ceiling while it is happening. Charles was sucking one fat nipple as Jason played with the other as she drove back and forth between them. It was obvious to note that she was by no means a virginal ass fucker as she easily took in Jason's boner every time she pressed back.
Had she ever had a fist up her ass? Or pussy? I wondered, as all three picked up the pace. Somehow I knew she had. Probably Jason's or Charles'. Had she had both filled at the same time? If so, did she enjoy it as much as I had? Most like, I had to admit, if for no other reason that she knew precisely how to do it to me.
I knew, of course, that Jason and his staff got it on together, but just how much I didn't know. A definite question for the future. Were there more than Charles and Betsy? Was it his entire staff? Some ten in all? Did they have a mass orgy on occasion? Or break up in select groups? What would it be like to be involved with a dozen others? To have each and every one of them do something to me? Did all the female staff submit? Was it entirely male dominance? Or were there male submissives? Female denominates?
Nice things to think about, and participate in in the future, but I was horny now as I watched the three of them in the center of the room move even faster and faster. It was obvious that soon all would be crashing over the brink of climax.
I smiled at that thought. Surely when they were finished it would time for me again. Right? I hoped so as two cock exploded in Betsy's receptive body and their moans and groans filled the air as I wiggled in my harness in anticipation of coming attractions.
There were the other things we bought to be tried out, now weren't there.
Thankfully such was the case.
After Jason and Charles had relieved their built up pressures it was on for the night's entertainment.
With unspoken words they came to me. Each grabbed an end of the rod that was in the ring of my waist band and picked me up, after all I couldn't walk with a spreader bar still attached to my ankles, and carried me across the room to where Betsy was still hanging.
"Which way, sir," Charles asked at they balanced me on my feet between them.
"Fronts, I think. Let's place them back to back. Betsy loves tit attention and Kate's have been sorely neglected so far, except for the restriction of the harness."
Obviously Jason's words made perfect sense to Charles as he asked for no further comment but set to work. Each man unhooked one of my wrists from the rod and in concert lifted them up at the same time. I gave a quick glance up and saw two hanging chains from ceiling hooks, and that is where they aimed my wrists.
Each grabbed the rod still behind my back for leverage and up I went. Two seconds later both of my wrists were clipped to the hanging chains and they were pulling the rod out the ring.
I hung behind Betsy. Our asses pounced together a few times before I stopped swaying.
Jason's comments made perfect sense then. Placed back to back, our fronts, or more specifically our breasts, were easily accessible. When I felt warm hands at my ankles, I looked down. Betsy's ankles were being attached to my spreader bar.
There we were. Two females hanging from the ceiling by chains. Our legs spread wide by the spreader bar. Our fronts facing out. The only difference being that I was still in harness and she was basically nude.
I just knew her fat nipples were just has hard as mine between the straps that contained and dug into them.
Was there any way to enlarge nipples, I wondered, to come closer to the size of hers? I was still amazed by the area of darker skin on her tits. They were quite an eye-catcher. I wondered if they were more or less sensitive than my smaller dark area ones.