Too much orgasms

While the hand was still working on your clit and pussy, two new, rougher hands started pinching your nipples just when you were about to cum.

You've lost count on how many times you've cum now, but everything was wet with sweat and your other juices.

The smaller hand down your pussy must be gwen, and the rough manly hands mollesting your tits were probably Patricks.

Just when you reach yet another orgasm, and your tense with anticipation for the pinch that will set you over the edge, but the fingers stop.

Two fingers hold your hypersensitive nipples without pinching them, and Gwens one fingers stays still deep inside your virgin vagina.

You squirm in your chains. Muffle some plead for more through your gagg, but the hands don't move.

You pull your chains, then move your hips to pump her finger in and out yourself. You need another orgasm, but the finger pulls back, teasingly slow.

And then it's gone. There is nothing you can do to rub your wetness.

You stay that way for a moment, untill something plastic parts you puffy lips. It's so big. More than double the width of Gwens fingers. At least it's plastic. A dildo? A vibrater? A condom on a dick?

It's hard and painfull. The sharp stretching takes your mind of the need for orgasms for a moment. You can't pant enough through your muzzle.

But then, just when you weren't expecting it, the fingers pinch again, and the orgasm hits you like an earthquake.

The squirt and relaxation opens your cunt, and the hard plastic shoots up your vagina with a plop.

At least it wasn't a dick. You couldn't get pregnant. You wouldn't... you're John, not Jane. Not Jane.

'Jane?'

No, you can't...

'You're doing great sis.'

You arch your back and tilt your head back to bear the pumping of the big new intuder.

It hurt so much.