“Feed me to your ants and fuck me, I’m dripping,” she said.

Donald smiled and tipped the container over. I giggled as the ants fell over my bust, tickling my skin as they scrabbled for purchase. As I laughed, Mark smiled, “I thought you’d like it, but I didn’t think you would laugh.”

I looked over my shoulder, “They tickle.”

Donald stepped around behind me and rubbed his cock between the cleft of my legs. “Oh, they won’t tickle for long.” He pushed himself between my lips, and I moaned as I held the tank in my arms.

As he slowly started to fuck me, I moaned, “God, your cock feels so good. But I’m not here just for your cock.”

Donald smiled, then he reached around her with the spray bottle. “Once they start, they are going to sting you and bite you and tear into your flesh.”

I twisted my hips back to take a little more of his cock, “Quit with the teasing. I want to feel them.

Donald smiled as he spritzed my tits with the lemon juice. The change in the ants was almost immediate. As I felt the cool spritz of the lemon juice, the ants reacted. I felt a sharpness as pincers started to grab my skin—a dozen sharp points, like fine needles poking me. Then, I screamed. The first of the ants bent its abdomen to stab me.

The sharp pinch of their mandibles was nothing compared to the sting of its barbed abdomen. I gasped before I moaned, and then I felt another one. “God,” I said.

Shortly after the initial sting from each ant, a deep throb emanated forth. I grit my teeth as the pain grew into intense heat. I shuddered and heard Donald moan, “Oh, you are tensing so nicely around my cock.”

My tits throbbed as they continued to sting me, the creatures stabbing my breasts again and again. With each stab, the pain and sensitivity increased. Their pincers drew small dots of blood as I moaned. “Fuck, me. God fuck me while you ants devour me.” I had never felt this debased, and I loved it. I shuddered and came over Donald’s cock as he said something else. My jaw clenched, and I shook. The ant continued to **** my tits with me shaking.

Then suddenly, I was pulled away. I moaned at the loss as Donald slapped at my breast, each time his hand landed, I shook. It felt incredible.

It took several moments for me to regain focus. I was weak of leg and slumped to the ground. “Why did you stop?” I asked.

Mark and Sharna were there as well. All of us were naked. “I asked if we should continue, and you stopped responding. I was worried.” Donald said.

I moaned quietly, “I was enjoying it. God,” I looked down to see red welts the size of my little fingernail all over my tits. I reached down and ran a finger over my nipple and shuddered and came. It hurt, but so pleasantly. I noticed I only had small dots of blood and looked up at Donald. “Looks like they weren’t really that hungry.”

He laughed, “The lemon juice made them think you were hostile, so they attacked. It would be hard to make them actually try and eat you. I mean, we could coat your tits in some dilute honey, but if they can’t find their way back to the nest, they’re not going to waste their time feeding.”

I moaned again, and Mark laughed. “I know that sound. How can we make it happen, Donald?”