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modifications Peter had made. And there had to be a hook in the ceiling, too. She hoped it held her weight and screamed as a hand smacked her ass really hard.
Sean spoke sharply. “Stop obsessing about your weight right fucking now, babe. We will be the judges, we are the judges, and we love your shape, every inch of your skin. So stop. We won’t allow you to put yourself down. Remember.”
She must have said her worry out loud, for surely Sean hadn’t read her mind, especially with half her face covered. Jillian’s musings were cut short by the sensation of lube at her anus. Not again. She stood, mute, as the slippery substance was spread over her rosebud and then squeezed inside. Surely they weren’t going to put that dildo in there.
Sean stroked down the lovely line of her back and said, “The inflatable plug, Jilly. Just to keep you stretched a little.” She relaxed and heard him murmur his approval.
Peter kissed her belly and spoke against her skin. “A bit cold, honey.”
Jillian felt lube being squeezed inside her vagina next and flinched a little against the chill. They had clearly warmed the lube, but she was so hot and slick that it felt cold.
“Take a deep breath, Jilly,” Peter urged.
Jillian opened her mouth, intending to question him, when she felt something hard push at her entrance. Holy shit, it felt bigger than it looked. They had chosen biggest dildo of the two she had set out. Of course they had. But Peter had lubed her as well as the toy, so while it would stretch her, she wouldn’t tear. Jillian relaxed and let him fill her. The butt plug began to inflate, and just when Jillian would have screamed at the fullness, it stopped. They knew how much she could take, somehow. Jillian stood, suspended in time, adjusting to the double penetration, senses heightened, when the flogger came down on her ass. It didn’t hurt, hardly connected, but the touch of it coupled with everything else pulled a loud whimper from her.
The strokes increased in tempo and weight, now stinging, never predictable in where they landed. Her ass, her back, and her thighs sang with sensation. When the strokes began to fall over her chest and belly, Jillian actually arched into them. Who knew that she would like this kind of thing? Something started to build deep inside her, and the flogger kissed her nipples with an erotic sting, again and again. The dildo was pulled out of her and pushed back in, matching the rhythm of the flogger’s caress, and suddenly Jillian went over, without clitoral stimulation. Her orgasm rolled through and over her in waves as the thrust with the dildo diminished in urgency and the flogger left off. The moans and pants must be hers, and they echoed in her ears. Jillian sagged in her bonds and felt Sean, scented him, a faint hint of sandalwood pairing with healthy male sweat. He pulled her against him, her naked body slippery with her own perspiration against his muscular chest. He kissed her sweetly and licked down her neck, gathering the salty taste of her, then sucked hard at the base of her throat while Peter pressed her clit, and Jillian, incredibly, drew up to her toes in another shivering climax. Enough, she was going to die from it.
She felt the ropes being removed from her wrists and ankles and was lowered onto the bed where both men snuggled her, running their hands down her body. The dildo was removed, gently, and she heard it hit the floor with a resounding thud. She was tender, stretched, but there was no pain. Just the residual twitches of her orgasms clenching around the plug. The plug they didn’t remove. Huh. Well, that figured. Sean did have a fascination with assholes, and he was determined to prepare her. Jillian slipped into a light doze, vaguely aware that something light floated over her to replace the warmth of the men as they left her side.
* * * *
“That was something,” Sean commented, as he searched for some bottled water in the fridge. Jillian would need a
Sean spoke sharply. “Stop obsessing about your weight right fucking now, babe. We will be the judges, we are the judges, and we love your shape, every inch of your skin. So stop. We won’t allow you to put yourself down. Remember.”
She must have said her worry out loud, for surely Sean hadn’t read her mind, especially with half her face covered. Jillian’s musings were cut short by the sensation of lube at her anus. Not again. She stood, mute, as the slippery substance was spread over her rosebud and then squeezed inside. Surely they weren’t going to put that dildo in there.
Sean stroked down the lovely line of her back and said, “The inflatable plug, Jilly. Just to keep you stretched a little.” She relaxed and heard him murmur his approval.
Peter kissed her belly and spoke against her skin. “A bit cold, honey.”
Jillian felt lube being squeezed inside her vagina next and flinched a little against the chill. They had clearly warmed the lube, but she was so hot and slick that it felt cold.
“Take a deep breath, Jilly,” Peter urged.
Jillian opened her mouth, intending to question him, when she felt something hard push at her entrance. Holy shit, it felt bigger than it looked. They had chosen biggest dildo of the two she had set out. Of course they had. But Peter had lubed her as well as the toy, so while it would stretch her, she wouldn’t tear. Jillian relaxed and let him fill her. The butt plug began to inflate, and just when Jillian would have screamed at the fullness, it stopped. They knew how much she could take, somehow. Jillian stood, suspended in time, adjusting to the double penetration, senses heightened, when the flogger came down on her ass. It didn’t hurt, hardly connected, but the touch of it coupled with everything else pulled a loud whimper from her.
The strokes increased in tempo and weight, now stinging, never predictable in where they landed. Her ass, her back, and her thighs sang with sensation. When the strokes began to fall over her chest and belly, Jillian actually arched into them. Who knew that she would like this kind of thing? Something started to build deep inside her, and the flogger kissed her nipples with an erotic sting, again and again. The dildo was pulled out of her and pushed back in, matching the rhythm of the flogger’s caress, and suddenly Jillian went over, without clitoral stimulation. Her orgasm rolled through and over her in waves as the thrust with the dildo diminished in urgency and the flogger left off. The moans and pants must be hers, and they echoed in her ears. Jillian sagged in her bonds and felt Sean, scented him, a faint hint of sandalwood pairing with healthy male sweat. He pulled her against him, her naked body slippery with her own perspiration against his muscular chest. He kissed her sweetly and licked down her neck, gathering the salty taste of her, then sucked hard at the base of her throat while Peter pressed her clit, and Jillian, incredibly, drew up to her toes in another shivering climax. Enough, she was going to die from it.
She felt the ropes being removed from her wrists and ankles and was lowered onto the bed where both men snuggled her, running their hands down her body. The dildo was removed, gently, and she heard it hit the floor with a resounding thud. She was tender, stretched, but there was no pain. Just the residual twitches of her orgasms clenching around the plug. The plug they didn’t remove. Huh. Well, that figured. Sean did have a fascination with assholes, and he was determined to prepare her. Jillian slipped into a light doze, vaguely aware that something light floated over her to replace the warmth of the men as they left her side.
* * * *
“That was something,” Sean commented, as he searched for some bottled water in the fridge. Jillian would need a
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