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As Raoul's pace increased, reaching farther and farther into battered ass with each thrust Bobby delighted in how her tits would shake like jello when he released them. He pulled them as far as he could before releasing them, savoring the effects of the increased strength of impact as they snapped back into place, the shaking titflesh rubbing against his pumping cock, bringing him to the brink of orgasm.

Below him Earl stared with fascination at her lips. Her labia lips were paper-thin from the spreading of her lips and the garter strap pulling the so far they looked ready to tear. He marvelled at how the lips of her pussy were wrapped around his fist and forearm, so taut that they were white from strain. He even felt delight at feeling how Raoul's thick cock pushed against him from the other side of that oh-so-thin membrane separating her two massively stretched holes. His own cock was fully hard and tingly so badly he thought he finally came in his boxers, the first orgasm he'd ever had without anyone touching him.

Earl's orgasm was the first, followed by Bobby spraying a giant load as he withdrew. He deliberately let the cum splash between her breasts, loving the sight of slick cleavage decorated by his fluids.

Raoul was next, though when he finally let loose it felt like he'd never go soft. His cock was gripped so firmly by her ass that it was like having a cockring on. His sperm fought its way out of his dickhead, finally shooting like a hose against her bruised insides, but he kept going, much to Rachel's consternation.

It was only when Earl finally withdrew his fist, wriggling it around as much as he could while doing so, that Raoul began to feel like he might be softening. Earl took his time, crushing his arm and hand against her pierced clit as he pulled out, pinching the little nubbin as he exited.

Rachel had never been against rough sex, even enjoyed it. She'd worked piercings into foreplay before, but she'd never been so thoroughly stretched and abused. She'd come earlier, but even though her body seemed to buzz now (or was that from the **** they kept pouring into the underwear stuffed in her mouth?) she couldn't work herself up to another orgasm.

When Bobby, Earl and Raoul all stepped away from her she groaned in relief.

"Sorry girl, we're tuckered out." Bobby said.

"She sounds so disappointed," Earl smirked, having an inkling that she might not've been groaning in disappointment.

"I wish I could get it up again," Raoul lamented, elicting a squeak of alarm from Rachel that made him laugh. "I said I can't get it up again, not that I can. Sheesh. Insatiable whore wants more."