Depends

“Kind of depends on how fucked up she is from tonight,” Donald said as he pulled out of my drenched cunt.

Anton quickly pulled out of Sharna’s throat and stepped over to me. “Cum and slug filled,” he said as he ran his cock head up and down my slit. “This should be interesting.”

I tried to arch as he pushed balls deep into me, Donald’s cum and the mashed slugs lubricating his way, but my muscles again failed.

Mark continued to fuck my face, “I’m sure she would like to get a little more fucked up tonight.”

I moaned again, remembering Donald’s words that the boys would have reduced inhibitions from the toad skin. Donald just laughed and grabbed the glass jar with the ants in it, slowly dragging it over my skin towards my other breast. It made a pleasant ting as my nipple piercing clipped the side of the container.

Suddenly Donald slapped my tit hard, and Anton moaned, “Jesus, she just clamped shut. Why the fuck you slap her?”

“One of the ants slipped out as I lifted the jar over her nipple piercing,” he replied. The ants were aggravated, leaving a line of stings over my skin as they were dragged to my other breast. With each one, I came again, the pleasure overpowering me like it had the other week.

That was it for me; my vision and memory faded after the endless powerful orgasm. The last thing I remember thinking was that I didn’t know how fucked up I was going to be when I woke, and it turned me on.

I woke up again, in a bed; it was dark out. I moaned and curled into a ball quickly, my body protesting as pain wracked me. I remembered what had happened, and even through the pain, I creamed myself. Then I felt comforting hands on me. “It’s ok, you are safe,” Mark said.

“Oh, God, it hurts,” I moaned, shaking in the bed.

Mark rolled over and turned on the light, we were in a strange bedroom, and my eyes could hardly focus. “Come on, let me get you to the shower. Donald said cold water would help.”

He helped me to my feet, and I almost collapsed; the pain was intense, too intense for me to even cry. I half stumbled with him; half was carried by him to the shower, where he lay me down in the bathtub and turned on the cold tap. He was right; although it was uncomfortable, the pain reduced quickly.

“Is this all from the ants and vines?” I asked him.

Mark smiled, “Take a look,” he said as he turned on the light and handed me a small hand mirror. “We each came twice before we were done. I hope we didn’t go overboard.”

I turned the mirror to look at my body and shuddered in pleasure.

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