Just moan lustfully

To conjure up of any kind of coherent verbal response is a feat far too daunting for your ****-addled mind. Instead, you opt to let out a long, drawn-out moan to indicate your readiness. Again you manage to surprise yourself with just how excited you manage to sound. And perhaps you are. You desire to be touched, fondled, stroked... Each sensation more intense right now than you've ever experienced it before.

It stays quiet for a few seconds, but then you hear Jimmy speak up. "Aaalllright then", he says with a chuckle. "You sound ready. Let's go boys!".

You hear footsteps as someone approaches you, and soon feel a large hand gently nudging you over on your side. Strong arms wrap around your legs and upper back, and before you know it you are hoisted up in someone's grip. You squirm slightly to adjust your position; having your arms still tied behind you. He shifts you around until it's more comfortable for the both of you, and then you feel him starting to walk. You gently bop up and down in his arms with every step; realizing with a rush of excitement that your breasts are upwards and bared for everyone to see.

Being moved like this is quite pleasant, a soft breeze cooling your heated skin as you're momentarily carried through the shade. You feel as light as a feather; limp putty in his grip. All around you hear the men murmuring excitedly, no doubt eager to resume getting their hands on you - intent on all manner of uncouth acts. You chew your bottom lip at the mere thought, shudder, and stifle another moan. Before long you are gently put down in the grass, once more feeling the hot sun on your skin. Not wanting to crush your arms, you roll over on your stomach; flattening your breasts against the ground. Almost immediately you feel a hand tugging at the ropes around your wrists; loosening them slightly - but not quite enough to release you. You're unable to see all the men around you, but you can vividly visualize them in your mind; like drooling vultures circling the dinner table. And you're the main course.

"This is going to be a great scene", you distinguish someone say in a violet voice. "Look at her. She's really begging for it".

The men continue talking amongst themselves, working themselves up for what they're about to do to you. As they're setting up the camera and likely getting into various states of undress, you continue baking in the sunlight for a few minutes, quickly starting to feel light-headed again. Your vision is slowly flashing bright white - despite the darkness the blindfold should be providing, and the spinning sensation has returned in full. You focus on your breathing, but soon all the sounds and voices around you seem to have drowned out completely.

Are you even lying in the grass anymore? It feels like the world outside your mind has ceased to be, and you're simply floating in a white void. All you can feel is a burning light bursting through your skin; but you can no longer tell if it's coming from up above or emanating from deep within you. You slowly open your eyes, your gaze casting scorching rays of heat in utter blackness. With a gasp you realize you're no longer lying in a grass field inside the sun...

You have BECOME the sun.

You are now a giant mass of burning hydrogen plasma gas. You are all heat and energy in existence, burning inside a void of nothingness. You try to scream, but there is no sound here. You are alone in the universe; the last shining star soon to be snuffed out by the culmination of entropy. Slowly, one-by-one, your sensations will continue to slip away until no awareness remains. The thought briefly brings you a tinge of sadness, but you feel strangely accepting of this fate.

All has now become dark and quiet, until something begins manipulating you. You're being moved; it's as if parts of you are being lifted. Beyond the great dark veil, you think you can hear indecipherable voices speaking in excited tones. And then you become aware of a dull pounding sensation. It's getting louder, louder... and LOUDER until it is shaking you to the very core. You try to focus your mind; **** to regain some resemblance of consciousness. With great effort you identify the source of the disturbance: Something has you by the shoulder and is shaking you. A hand is grasping at you, tearing pieces of your burning mass off into the nothingness...

Suddenly the world returns in a flash of sound and color as the blindfold is ripped from your eyes. Instantly the spinning sensation stops and you manage to regain control of your senses. You yelp as your mind snaps back into place. You're lying almost face-down in the grass, but the pounding sensation does not cease. You turn your head and glance behind you, going wide-eyed as you realize your ass is up in the air and you're actively being pounded by a burly man with a thick beard.

When did this happen?

Only now do you acutely become aware of the massive schlong inside you; actively rearranging your insides.

It feels sooo good...

You let out a lustful gasp, sure that you're sensing his manhood grow longer - seemingly twisting and expanding as it continues sliding into you. You imagine his cock now increasing endlessly in size until its hundreds of miles long; like a galaxy spiraling towards your inner core as you absorb it much like a black hole would. You hastily shake off this ****-fueled delirium, but you can't help but shudder in satisfaction at the feeling of being stuffed so thoroughly.

Someone is yelling words close to your ear, but you fail to register their meaning. Then the hand on your shoulder returns, and this time you're dragged up until you're lifted on your knees. The guy behind you has slipped his endless cock out of you momentarily, leaving an emptiness begging to be refilled. The makeshift blindfold has now fallen around your neck fully like some kind of shawl, and when you refocus your gaze you're immediately presented with another throbbing dick. You don't even have time to register who it is attached to, as in the blink of an eye you feel it firmly shoved into your mouth - and you don't even recall parting your lips. You tilt your head and start **** on it, slobbering your tongue against its underside. It tastes of copper and salt, the flavor washing over you and catching you off-guard with its intensity; an explosion of sensations in your mouth.

You're still drooling and gagging around his pole when the bearded man behind you reinserts his dick into you pussy. You gurgle and moan as you feel each long mile of it slide back into you with the greatest of ease. You are shoved forward as he resumes fucking you with wild abandon, causing the erect meat-spear in your mouth to then impale itself deeply into your throat as you try to rebalance yourself in between the two men.

As you relax your throat in an effort not to **** to ****, you feel your right hand guided firmly around another rigid phallus. You instinctively start stroking it while the two men start fucking you harder; truly giving you all they got. You shudder in pleasure as you're fucked harder than you've ever been fucked before. And it feels good; real, real good. Intense waves of pleasure courses through your nervous system as they continue thrusting in and out, -almost to the point of pain - but a good kind of pain. You've really become nothing more than a fuck toy to these guys, but right now you're loving the experience.

"More", you hear a female voice shout; probably Candy? "Oh yeah. Give her more! Fill that bitch up!", the voice continues stirring up. With your throat impaled you are unable to turn your head to check, but it sure does sound like her.

Coached on by her encouragement, the men immediately up the tempo; fucking you even more fervently. You're almost getting dizzy from being manhandled like this, but the pleasure of being stroked and stimulated is growing overwhelming, and your eyes roll up in their sockets as you simply give into it. Somehow it's extremely enjoyable to be humped on both ends in this exact rhythm, and it's unleashing a desire in you to be simply used like this for always, and ever and ever...

That wouldn't be so bad, right?

But the ragged grunting of both the men is turning more **** with each firm thrust into your eager holes, and you know they are on the verge of bursting inside you...