Of course he's planning something, and of course Badgers won't intervene

Badgers rubs his face, the curve of his mouth hidden behind his hand. Not the hand jamming your head against his ever pulsing crotch, of course. "Very well, but be sure to lubricate."

Michael and Todd nod solemnly and squirt the tiny remains of the bottle onto Todd's hand, pretending to squirt more as he rubs his hands together.

"That should be enough," Todd finally declares, sharing a slight smirk with his accomplice.

Moaning into your gag from the orgasms and arousal you buck your hips at the touch of a finger, drawing chuckles from the audience and a reddening of Badgers face. A reddening that becomes worse as he wiggles more insistently against you.

"Now start small and gently... Todd!" the doctor protests as the large boy jabs two fingers rapidly into you, making you jerk and quiver as they push against the upper walls of your hungry pussy.

"What? She's ready for it," he says, adding a third. Your hips rise to meet him, drawing snickers from the boys.

"You should try to reach the dildo, to tease it out," the doctor advises, sounding a little breathy. His crotch presses against the side of your head as he tries to hide the evidence of his erection. None of the boys seem to notice but you feel the rigidity in his pants press against your cheek as Todd tries to get a fourth finger in.

You groan, on the verge of cumming yet again, while at the same time the size of his fingers stretches you painfully, reminding you of Jacob's dick when you first fucked him. Since then you've been taking him with more and more ease, but Todd's hand is like being back at that first day, unsure if you can take it all and if it would be worth it, but eager to do so nonetheless.

Todd pushes harder at your slightly elevated pussy, trying to get the last of his hand in while Badgers makes some obligatory sounds of caution between gasps. If it werent' for the restraints Todd would likely push you right off the other end of the table, but instead he starts to slowly make his way in, stretching your pussy like it has never been stretched before, pushing his fingers in past the knuckles, not stopping until he's in to the wrist.

"Hot damn," someone breaths.

"Can you close your fingers?" Michael asks, and a cry escapes your pain-wracked face as he forces his fingers into a fist, bumping the dildo farther into you to make room. Your body trembles like you're naked on a frozen lake, and yet your body burns. Tears run from your eyes, mirrored below by the copious juices leaking down your crack. Only your pussy doesn't quake, and then only because it's stretched to the point that the muscles have no ability to expand, and they can't contract around the solid fist they surround like a tight leather glove.

"I think I can pull out the dildo now," Todd grins, and fumbles around inside you, pretending to 'accidentally' miss the first few in and out attempts. He needn't bother as Badgers watches spell-bound, rubbing his prick against the side of your face, his wide-eyes fastened upon your lower body and bulging abdomen.

"Yeah, I'm there," Todd says, meaning the dildo, but his words come true for you instead as his fist retreats until the thickest part of his hand, the knuckles, peek out of your white, straining lips. Your body convulses, and cries escape your mouth, even the muffling of the gag not enough to hide that they are cries of orgasmic delight as your body spasms in delight.

"Christ, I can't move my hand," Todd gasps, grimacing at the clenching of your greedy muscles. Instead of pulling out he tries pushing in again, something your squirting pussy aids. Slowly he pushes back toward the dildo, fighting the muscles that quiver and clench and spasm around him. Unclenching his fist he manages to get a pair of fingers on either side of the dildo and drags it slowly toward your opening, several times losing his grip on it and accidentally knocking it back in.

Your pussy dribbles its own fuck-juice, the near-tearing of your pussy somehow confusing your nerves into thinking the pain is good. A continuous orgasm quakes through you until he finally, slowly, pulls his fist out. Your lips stretch outward as if either glued to his hand or unwilling to let it go, and finally his hands exits with a popping sound, the dildo, now feeling small as a toothpick, dragging out behind him.

"Holy fuck," the boys mutter, staring at the yawning chasm of your cunt and the stretched lips that seem to have forgotten how to close again.

"Damn," is all Todd can think to say, but beside him Michael has dropped a portion of the table and raised your ass up higher, intent on his own mission. Badgers, humping your face without realizing it, seems oblivious as he stares at Todd's fist, clearly amazed that such a large thing could fit into such a small body.

"No **** in there," Todd announces. "Still, I hear the ass is the preferred method."

Michael takes advantage of the distraction, plunging his own hand quickly into your pussy before it can shrink, slapping around his hand to try and lather up with your juices. Your sore and sensitive insides protest and preen at the treatment, and you moan as he exits, torn between the mindless desire to have him continue and bring you over the edge again, and having him leave your poor pussy alone.

Intent on your nether regions he draws his fingers down your brightly glistening crack, wiggling a finger in past your rosebud, giving it a few thrusts before he adds another.

"Damn, you're gonna fist her there too?" a boy says. Badgers blinks, sees Michael insert a second finger and opens his mouth to speak. Nothing comes out as Michael slowly forces a third finger in your rear passage.

While you've had plenty of anal sex - it's practically mandatory as far as the boys you've been with - you've only had Jacob use your ass the one time - last night. Consequently your pussy is a lot more used to large objects, and although Michael's hand is much smaller than Todd's a fourth finger still proves to be a challenge. Moans of protest escape you, sounding like pleasure to the boys.

Finally Badgers finds his voice. "Ah, maybe that... I mean..." he pauses, as if to find the words, or maybe fighting his own desires. Torn between his own lust and his duty as a doctor and teacher, Badgers gives Michael the time he needs to try for five fingers.

Michael strains for entrance and you struggle to both reject and admit him, torn between the conflicting desires. The fingers stretching you hurt, and yet they give a strange satisfaction, sending thrills through you. A groan escapes you as your indecision inadvertantly allows him to enter.

Michael cries out in triumph as his fist slides smoothly past your ass-cheeks, your own lubrication having provided the means. He clenches a fist as if in victory, swivelling his wrist around inside you to feel your walls.

"Hot..." he whispers, maybe at the temperature. You groan, feeling a fire of your own as he pulls his fist back most of the way out. Your poor straining asshole seems to whine in protest, the edges turning white as he nearly exits. He pushes forward, until he hits something, making you cringe a little, then pulls back further this time. Back and forth he goes, from entrance to as far as he can inward. Each time his knuckles come closer to exiting your rectum, and each time you breath harder, both scared and eager, wanting him to do it and yet afraid that if he does it'll rupture you.

Finally he pulls back, hand on the brink for several seconds and then pulling back a little more. You thought that you were too tired to react, but as your burning ass spreads wider than you could have ever dreamed you find yourself crying out again, convulsing. Juices squirt out of your pussy like a fountain, catching Todd in the stomach before he finally jumps back, staring along with everyone else as you gush continuously.

Only Michael moves, and even he takes a moment before he starts pushing again until he's barely inside. In and out he he goes, knuckles moving from just inside to almost outside, the largest part of his fist continually opening your asshole, continually feeling like it would split you open like you were a ripe grape.

It feels like you can't possibly cum any harder. Then he pulls his hand partly out, unclenches his hand, and stealthily slides the dildo along his the bottom of his forearm so that it's out of view of most of the boys, and particularly Badgers. As his fingers pull out of your anus he subtly pushes the dildo in farther and farther until the end of the dildo, the widest part, is all that remains. Then he pushes even that past your rectum and into your bowels you cry out louder than ever and pass out from the biggest orgasm yet.