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Animal Farm

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Chapter 1

 

As a reporter, I learn things about the human race that are often…alarming, often sickening. The rape, for example, of a young girl as she played in the park with friends; the atrocity of war and the blood spilled by nations civilized and not so.
          My first exploration into journalism happened in my final year of high school; part of the work experience program the local council urged the headmaster to introduce to us tearaways who had no ambition in life, no career in mind.
          I chose to follow a reporter around for those two weeks, and became so fascinated with the day-to-day routine of a country journalist that I enrolled in college and university to gain my degree in journalism.
          But my desire was not that of my first tutor; no, I didn’t want the weekly spot in the county-wide paper, shoved between the Weekender section and the classified ads. I wanted to star in the country’s top papers, offering my story of the day far and wide from Scotland to Wales.
          From the age of sixteen to twenty, I studied hard, and played little. When I wasn’t working my ass off, my spare time was taken up by the short articles and commentaries I wrote to bring in a bit of cash to pay the rent and buy my monthly packs of Bachelors dried soup.
          By the time the ink dried on my degree, I’d applied for several jobs writing for daily tabloids, but none were responsive to my inquiries. Disheartened somewhat, I kept writing my opinions, my articles. Eventually, I launched my own website, posting my work twice daily.
          The hits it received were…astronomical.
          Anyway, before I get any further with the adventures I have to tell you, let me introduce myself. After all, I will be your guide to shocking events and taboo pleasures.
          My name is Trelawney, Rebecca Trelawney.
          I guess I’m about average height; a well-muscled five-eight. Though I’m not slender, I find that the one man in my life thinks that my build is…highly arousing. My hair is shaggy, a burnished red that I like. For the foreseeable future, at least. He also has an affection for my eyes; clear, direct blue.
          And we both have one spectacular flaw: the constant desire to try anything and everything. To us, living means living. Whatever life has to offer should be taken, tried, and passed on to the next.
          So, when I heard about the concept of Animal Farm, my curiosity was peaked.
          “It’s illegal.” Ryan, my boyfriend of six years, stated flatly.
          My response was short. “Since when has that stopped us?”
          He grinned, his dark eyes winking mischievously. “Since never.” His fingers flicked through the brochure, long, clever fingers that can tune a female to climax without even a hint of effort. We met when I was eighteen, meshed together on the dance floor of a nightclub one memorable evening. He is my first and only lover. “Are you sure you want to experiment that far?”
          I considered. Sex is one of my favourite pastimes. I slid onto the bed next to him; let my hand work under the covers. He was already hard as I wrapped my fingers around him. “Why not? We’ve done most everything else. Besides, haven’t you already…” I tapped a finger on a page of the brochure. “Transposed my face onto hers?”
          His eyes locked on the page, and then they blurred. I worked him with long strokes, felt his muscles tense. “Jesus, Bex. Jesus Christ.”
          “You like that, don’t you, baby? You want to see my pussy invaded by dog cock? Is that what you want? Tell me,” I murmured. I was hot, horny as, well, a bitch in heat. “Would you like to see me on my hands and knees, being serviced by that Alsatian? Imagine that big cock, rammed up to the balls in my pussy, Ryan. You can see it, can’t you?”
          He throbbed in my palm, moments away from ejaculating. Smiling seductively, I peeled away the covers, swung my leg over his stomach so that I rode him, my back to his face. The first taste of him was, as ever, addicting.
          The brochure fluttered to the floor as he grabbed my hips, lifted me onto him. He set a hard pace, bucking his hips up, driving his blue-steel cock deep into my drenched pussy.
          Within half a dozen thrusts, I tightened around him, my whole body quivering with orgasm. Seconds later, he rolled so that I lay beneath him. My hands were trapped under his vice-grip on the wrought iron headboard in front of me. Flesh slapped against sweaty flesh as he pounded into me.
          Then, with a sharp, almost painful thrust, driving himself into me to the hilt, he gasped out a long, pained groan. The hot flood of his semen inside me sent me tumbling over the edge again, filling me as we collapsed on the bed, exhausted and utterly satisfied.
          Purring like a cat, I turned my head and spoke quietly. “So that’s a yes?”
          He kissed the back of my neck, ran his hand through my choppy hair. “I guess so.”
          “Good. Because you’re booked in to see the Alsatian too.” With a snort, I curled into him and fell asleep before his sated brain registered what I’d said.

 

The drive was long and full of anticipation. I watched the flow of traffic along the motorway as my heartbeat mounted. Every mile was another step closer to fulfilling the ache in my belly. Every mile took me closer to a dream I hadn’t known I’d been harbouring.
“Don’t tell me you’re still pissed,” I said mildly.
Ryan shot me a sideways glance. “Pissed? Why would I be pissed that you’ve booked an appointment at the bestiality place, for me? Why would I be pissed that you want my ass full of a dog’s cock?” He muscled between two haulage wagons, put his foot down. His Ford Focus bulleted along the tarmac.
“Hey, I just figured that if I’m going to have a dog’s cock raping my ass and pussy, I should get to have some fun looking at you sharing the same experience.” I shrugged lazily, studied my nails, then lit a cigarette with casual indifference. “Look, if you don’t want to go through with it, just say so. I’m sure they’re used to people backing out.”
With barely controlled temper, he flicked the indicator on and took our exit. We shot down the ramp and onto a dual carriageway. “Are you calling me a coward?”
“Of course not. It’s your decision.” I blew smoke out of the open window, watched it whip away. “I don’t see what the problem is. You seem to enjoy it when I service you with a strap-on.”
“That’s when it’s you,” he muttered.
“And I stop if I hurt you,” I realized. I knew that was what was bugging him. He had no control over what a ten-stone horny dog would do to his tiny asshole. “I’m sure if we asked, they’ll have something smaller. A Yorkshire Terrier maybe.”
He began to laugh, and the strop was over. Quick as a whip, he stole the cigarette from me and took a drag. “You’re a real hoot a minute, Bex. Remind me of that when the dog mounts me, won’t you?”
I grinned. “Only if you remind me first.”
“Deal.” He pulled off the dual carriageway and continued down a little country road for another fifteen minutes. When we both saw the sign for Mountie Enterprises, and sucked our breath in simultaneously. “Here we go I guess. Three whole days of sex, animals and sex.”
“Fun, fun and more fun,” I agreed.
He drove sedately up the long tree-lined lane. Through the gaps between the tall majestic oaks, I could see field after field, green and wonderful, as far as the eye could see. There were horses, separately fenced off, and sheep and livestock milled around under the electric fences.
The lane opened up into a large farmyard; a long low barn took up an area of about a hundred feet in length, twenty width. Ivy climbed the white washed walls, crawled over the red tiles that must have been from the original building. The windows were high, about ten feet up, and looked similar to the old hay holes that farmers used to toss hay through to the livestock below.
Beside that were a gate, and a long stone path. A sign was stapled onto the gate, but from where we were parked, I couldn’t read what it said. The farmhouse, the same white washed stone and red roof, was a small affair, a lot smaller than I had imagined it. The front door was open against the summer heat, I presumed, and a woman stood casually in the frame.
A Range Rover and sleek black Jaguar were parked in front of the fifty-foot long garage. Probably a heated deal, I thought, to pamper the poor cold cars in winter.
Ryan and I looked at each other, gave each other small smiles, then climbed out of our respective sides.
“You’ve made good time!” The woman hurried across, tall and lean with a shock of rich chestnut hair. Green eyes greeted us as warmly as her voice when she met us with a friendly handshake and kiss on the cheek. “Welcome to Animal Farm.”
“It’s, ah, interesting to be here.” Ryan said.
“Your email said you were setting off at eight, so we didn’t expect you for at least another couple of hours.” She smiled. “I’m Rhianna, and my husband is Ben. You’ll meet him at lunch. We have two other couples staying with us this weekend, one of which are complete novices like yourselves.”
“What’s the other couple?” I asked with a lifted brow.
Her smile turned wicked. “Regular visitors and highly experienced. They do have voyeuristic tendencies, and are very open to being watched if you’re interested in seeing how it’s done.”
“Sure.”
“All right, well I’ll see what I can do. If you leave your keys in the car, Ben will bring your bags in on his way through. Please, come with me.” She turned, all grace and elegance as she walked toward the house. “Lunch will be served in an hour, so I can either show you around or you can rest after your drive.”
“I’m not tired,” I said immediately.
“Good. Now, we do have one or two rules.”
Ryan narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “And what might they be?”
“A wise man, your guy,” Rhianna gave me a subtle nudge as she led us into a warm kitchen. There were china plates on the walls, and an old Aga stove in the corner. “Have a seat.” She took one herself, drew a file across the scarred oak table. “Rule number one. Once the papers have been signed, no clothes are allowed on the premises.”
I was sure my eyes goggled. “You mean, we walk around naked? But you’re not…” I gestured to her jeans and purple sweater.
“I always greet new guests fully clothed. It lessens the shock of being met by a nude woman, eases guests into the atmosphere we aim to provide here.” She opened the file. “Number two, when in the vicinity of food and animals, we do ask that you not feed tidbits. It distracts them from their…goals.”
“Okay.”
“Rule number three, and this is the last rule we have, I promise. Ben and I do choose the animals you’ll be working with, and we have our own system of doing so. However, if you feel that that animal isn’t suited to you, we do ask that you trust us to know what will give you the best experience.” She slid a piece of paper over to us, topped with a pen. “Safe words are given before each session in case of any problems, but Ben and I have been doing this for a long time. You’ll be perfectly safe.”
I scanned over the contract. As far as I could see, it was a normal liability waiver. There was a confidentiality clause, which I had expected. The rules were written on it, and there was a notation that any breach of said rules would be punished by means deemed suitable by the owners, R and B Habersham. “This seems really basic.”
“It covers both you and us, and we dislike spoiling your time here with paperwork. This contract will stand for any occasion you might return here for our services in the future.” She watched us both sign, then tucked the contract away in the file. “I’ll show you to your room so you can adhere to rule number one.”

 

It was a disconcerting feeling, being naked and in someone else’s house. But naked I was, from my red hair on my head, to the triangle between my thighs. My breasts were perky, and that at least was a relief, especially when I saw Rhianna in all her natural glory.
There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her. That had my jealousy gland surging to life. She was lean, muscled, tanned and had beautiful breasts. She was a natural chestnut.
I know for a fact that Ryan found her desirable; the strain of his exposed cock said it all. We followed her outside like lambs, straight to the gate where the sign was posted.
I could read it now.
ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!
Entire animals loose on premises.
Owners take no responsibility for any injuries incurred through ignoring this sign.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
It was very clear and very concise.
“What animals do you have in here?” I asked as she led us through the gate. I blinked as we rounded the corner of the house that jutted out into the field; a twenty-foot square shack was seemingly attached to the back of the house.
“Gazebo, our Black Angus bull and Shamus. He’s our piebald stallion. While he only measures up at thirteen-three hands high, he’s a vicious beast and we only use him for our more experienced and…daring guests.” She led us through a small garden gate into their back garden, and asked us to wait for a moment. Then she disappeared into the shack.
“What do you make of it so far?” I asked Ryan.
His answer was a drool. “I think I’d like to see her ass get reamed.”
“Ryan!” I hissed it.
“That’s one fine ass,” he murmured, then yelped when I punched his arm none too gently.
I was about to ream his ass when Rhianna stepped back out and gestured us forward. “Ben is with our experienced couple right now. They’d like you to watch if you feel up to it.”
“Sure.” As we walked toward the shack, I thought we’d be watching something along the lines of the bestiality DVDs we occasionally watched of a dog humping a woman’s pussy. When I walked through the door behind Rhianna, I gasped.
“Holy shit.” That was Ryan’s awed whisper.
There was a woman, face obscured by a tangle of blonde hair, resting front-forward against a contraption that looked like something out of the torture ages. Her arms wrapped around what appeared to be a barrel leant at a thirty-degree angle; her whole body was leant forward at that angle.
Her thighs were spread, as though riding the curved seat running between them, and her feet were in stirrups that raised her buttocks up a good six inches off the padding. She could only have been six inches off the floor, but it looked like she was high up from my perspective.
“Are you ready, Donna?” There were two naked men; one I presumed to be the woman’s husband as his hand was on his cock, rubbing and tugging on his erection. He had matching blonde hair and blue eyes that were dark with desire. A very attractive specimen.
The other man, I guessed, was Ben. He was tall and stocky, sweat gleaming on his upper chest and stomach. Not surprising, I mused, when he had an eight hundred pound Black Angus bull attached to the end of the chain he was gripping. The chain was looped securely in the bull’s nose ring, but still…he looked like he could kill with a toss of his head.
His hair was as black as the bull’s and he had green eyes that were focused completely on the situation at hand. His cock was at least ten inches long. If Ryan could have the hots for Rhianna, I thought with anticipation, I could sure as hell have many erotic fantasies about this guy.
“God yes.” The blonde moaned, and I felt my own pussy flood. We were about to see something spectacular take place, and I was hankering for it. “Let him loose, Ben.”
He let a foot of chain slide through his gloved hands, and the bull took his chance. He snorted, his black wet nose snuffling around the woman’s cunt. He obviously smelled something good, as his penis elongated from its sheath to almost two feet long.
“When dealing with some of the larger animals, if the guest isn’t taken to by the server, we use artificial hormones on the genital area to attract them. Donna is a very willing participant here; she’s been given an injection in the cervix to allow it to be opened. Gazebo will be able to cover her with about twenty inches of his penis.” Rhianna watched her husband avidly.
Every muscle in me went lax when the bull reared up, set his front legs on straw bales on either side of the contraption, and thrust repeatedly at the woman’s open cunt. I wanted to be her.
She screamed long and loud when the thick penis rammed up inside her, and orgasmed violently. Where we stood, I could hear the squish of her juices as he worked his cock inside her, then her brief shout of pain.
I could imagine that thick cock bashing into her cervix, forcing its way up into her womb. I shuddered, desperate to have that feeling in me, and moaned when she climaxed viciously, his penis sliding almost up to the hilt in her body.
“Jesus,” I barely breathed it. “Oh God, can you feel it?”
The bull went berserk, his hips and body throwing itself into Donna’s. He was snorting, grunting as that big black body pounded with all his weight into that soft wet vagina. There was cum running down Donna’s thighs; her own, I thought, as Gazebo was still going strong.
Then the big body stilled, and a bellow escaped him. Donna’s scream matched the roar octave for octave. The bull came away meekly at Ben’s tug on the chain.
Cum gushed from her open pussy lips like a waterfall onto the shavings that covered the floor. Tears ran down Donna’s face. Gazebo sniffed at those open lips, his long tongue came out to lick, then he ambled away beside Ben to the field.
“Whoa.” I felt weak at the knees as I looked at the scene left behind. And my stomach muscles tightened when the blonde hunky husband came up behind his wife, crouched behind her and licked at the mix of cum still dripping from her lips. My hand went between my legs when he drove his cock – which must have seemed tiny in comparison to Gazebo’s – into that goopy, sloppy cunt.
My hand reached for Ryan’s cock, and it came away slick with pre-cum. I stuck my bottom out when his hand cruised over it, and dove between my fingers. I loved how his fingers just slid through the wetness of my pussy.
Rhianna leaned close to me. “If you want to fuck, don’t mind me.”
I jumped Ryan without a second thought. Wrapped my legs around his waist, grunted as he rapped me back against the wall. Whimpering with the need to have something, anything, in my aching pussy, I dropped my weight straight onto his dripping cock.
His moan and mine melded into one long groan of relief.
I sensed something wet and warm on my asshole, twisted my head around just as Rhianna jabbed her middle finger up my butt. I orgasmed quickly, with strong and violent aftershocks, then had the wonderful sensation of having my lover’s sperm gushing hotly against my cervix.
Legs weak, he lowered us both to the floor. Rhianna grinned at her husband when he came in and, with her finger working my ass, got on her hands and knees. Ben wasted no time thrusting his erect cock deep into her bowels until his shout of release echoed around the building with hers.

 

Lunch was a fascinating experience. The other novice couple had not yet arrived, weren’t due until after six. So we sat down together around the scarred table and feasted on pork sandwiches and bakewell tart.
Donna looked rather composed and relaxed at the table, not at all as though half an hour earlier she’d been fucked raw by a bull and her husband. She smiled as she passed me the apple sauce. “So, what did you think to Gazebo’s performance? I swear that bull has the gentlest approach to boning a person.”
I choked on my sandwich. “You call that gentle?”
“Sure. Now you want rough, tough and immense pain…Shamus is definitely the animal to have. We usually leave Shamus until the last night of our stay – walking, sitting, any general exercise becomes difficult once he’s had his way.”
“How often do you come?”
“While I’m here?” Her baby blue eyes winked mischievously. “Toby and I try and make it up here every month or so. Sometimes more if the business does well and we can afford it. Like last June, we spent two weeks here. Toby couldn’t drive home, and my vagina looked as though I’d had a melon shoved up there.” She laughed gaily. “We have very happy memories here.”
Toby looked over from where he, Ben, and Ryan were talking. “Don’t go scaring them, honey.”
“Oh, she’s not.” I assured him. I looked back and forth between Rhianna and Donna. “So what does it feel like, to have a cock go right up into your body?”
“Amazing.” They both sighed it.
“Can I have a go?”
They looked at each other. Rhianna spoke first. “Gazebo and Shamus are somewhat out of your limitations right now. While the boys talk after lunch, Donna and I will take you out to the barn, get you prepped for one of the, ah, less traumatic servers.”
I polished off my sandwich in record time. Leaving the boys discussing the delights of watching their respective halves being serviced by beasts, the three of us wandered outside to the long barn outside.
Rhianna opened the door, stepped inside and turned on the lights. Strip lights flickered on down the length of the building. Immediately a cacophony of sound erupted; bleats, barks, snuffled grunts.
“Take a seat, Rebecca.” Rhianna patted the back of a gynecologist’s chair with a reassuring smile. “I just need to take a look at your vagina and prep you for service.”
Nerves churning in my gut, I settled into the seat and let Donna close the stirrup straps tight over my feet. I couldn’t move them an inch. Next they strapped down my wrists, so that I was pinned effectively at strategic points on my limbs. A tight leather band was clicked into place over my hips. “Ah, is this necessary?”
“Nothing to worry about.” Donna said cheerfully. “Just a quick injection into the cervix, a little blood, and then on with the fun.”
My blood ran cold. “You want to stick a needle in my vagina? Are you nuts?”
“Relax, Bex.” Rhianna turned, a speculum in her hand. “It’s only a small injection, and I know what I’m doing. We need to strap you down so that when the needle penetrates muscle, you don’t jerk and cause yourself any damage.”
“But I thought you said Donna only had the injection because she was getting fucked by Gazebo.”
“No, that’s the artificial hormones. The muscle relaxant we inject loosens the cervix so that if the server becomes overenthusiastic your cervix opens instead of getting damaged.”
The nerves were kicking up a hell of fuss now. I began to struggle as Rhianna strolled over with the speculum, but I couldn’t move anything. “You know, guys, I’m not really comfortable with this.”
“Neither was I the first time we came here,” Donna said cheerily. “After the first sting, it doesn’t hurt that much. And the pleasure you get out of it…” She gave a low satisfied whistle. “Rhianna knows what she’s doing, Rebecca. Just relax.”
“Hmmm.” I couldn’t stop her from sliding the speculum into me. It was bloody cold! I just closed my eyes when Rhianna flicked on a light and began to study my insides.
People obviously did this regularly, I told myself. The Range Rover, the gleaming Jag. The property for God’s sake! They’d either come into a serious inheritance, or they knew what they were doing, providing illegal services for the animal mad.
“Everything looks okay in there. You’re very responsive to stimuli,” Rhianna commented, and ran a fingernail over my clitoris. I gasped, my eyes popping open, my pussy going damp with the contact. “That’s good.”
She turned away again, and came back with a hypodermic syringe with what looked like an eight-inch needle. A testing squirt to the ceiling, then she smiled friendly-like at me. “You’re going to want to take a deep breath and relax, Bex. Donna will hold your head.”
“Why?” I squirmed, but with my hips restrained, only my breasts moved with the effort. “Why does she need to hold my head?”
“Support,” was all Rhianna said, and pulled a short stool over to the foot of the chair. She dragged the light across, sat, and I felt her fingers in my vagina. “Hold still.”
The initial jab stung, but no warning bells signalled danger. I blew out a breath, relaxed muscles I’d had no idea were strained. Then she depressed the plunger slowly, and pain ripped through my body like fire. “Holy shit! Stop! Stop!”
“Nearly done,” she murmured over my pleas.
When the needle jerked out of my cervix, I almost passed out. My vision went grey around the edges as blood began to trickle out of my open pussy to drip on the concrete floor. Then a cold cloth was laid on my forehead, the restraints on my body removed.
“She held up better than most,” Donna commented.
“Indeed. The bleeding will stop in a minute, Bex, and then we’ll take you through to meet your beau for this afternoon.” Rhianna slipped the speculum out and dropped it in a sterilizer. “Are you feeling all right?”
A little dizzy, I blinked at her. “What?”
“I know, the trauma can sometimes throw you.” She gave me a pat on the head, then picked up a small pot with a little brush poking out of it. “I’m going to put some cream on the puncture to lessen the ache and the swelling.”
What did I care? “Sure. Whatever.”
I lay floppy as a rag doll while she brushed my vagina with the cream, then had to grip Donna for support when they helped me to my feet. They walked slowly with me through a little side door and into the rest of the barn.
There were pens, kennels, runs. Five star accommodation for the animals. We walked straight down the aisle to the door at the far end. I began to feel better, a little brighter, and stopped leaning on Donna. “This is amazing.”
“Nothing but the best for my babies,” Rhianna crooned, fondling the ears of a whining rottweiler. “This is Cory. He’s going to be your server for the next half hour, just to see how you get on.”
“Do you train them especially to do this?”
“From puppies, calves, foals. All with gentleness and patience, but we only exploit their natural urges to mate. They aren’t forced to perform against their will, and they love the orgasm as much as the guest.”
I eyed the big muscled dog warily. He must have weighed a good nine stone, and he had paws the size of side plates. “I bet.”
“Come.” We entered the room at the far end, and Rhianna urged me down onto my knees on a padded area. “You need to angle your hips to meet Cory’s thrusts when he mounts you. We believe in the natural experience here, so his claws aren’t protected. You will have a few scratches. Your safe word is balloon.”
“Okay.” It was a very odd feeling, like being safe yet vulnerable. Waiting for the monster of the deep to take me as its sacrifice. The walls were a warm terracotta, and there was a small viewing gallery along the far wall.
“Donna, would you do the honors?”
“Of course. I’ll be back in a second.” She hurried out.
“Now, Rebecca, because it is your first time, I have used a small amount of hormone to attract Cory to you. He’s usually very gentle, and while his arousal can be rather large, you should handle him well.” Rhianna patted my buttocks. “If he tries to knot with you, it is your decision whether you let him or not.”
“If he what?”
But the dog came bounding in, dragging a breathless Donna behind him. He stood quivering in the doorway, then leaped when Donna released him. They backed out and closed the door.
Uh-oh.
His wet nose dove straight into my pussy, cold and wet. I gasped, shot forward, but his tongue was plunging into the hot tunnel of my pussy. His teeth began to nip and tug at my labia, making my body jerk and twitch.
Twisting my head I could see his cock swinging from its sheath. It didn’t look so big, I thought with relief. It was only about an inch wide and four inches long. I could handle that, I thought confidently.
But when his weight landed on my back, pushing my head onto the floor, urging my exposed genitals up, I lost all my confidence. His teeth grabbed hold of the nape of my neck, bit and let go as he humped against my thigh. Precum smeared down my leg.
Then he snarled, drove his cock into my pussy and began to fuck me with short, sharp strokes that had me coming around his swelling cock. He got faster and faster, until all I could hear was my own whimpers, his pants in my ear, the slap and wet splurge of his weapon raping my pussy.
His cock seemed to resemble a donkey’s; four inches thick and seven inches long, still growing. His hairy balls slapped against me rhythmically as he pierced me like his bitch.
He stopped, climbed off and stuck his snout back in my pussy. Licked once, twice, and began to sniff at my asshole. He seemed to like it, then was up and thrusting again. This time I screamed as his cock mashed into my asshole, stabbing, stabbing, stabbing until the tight muscles gave in and let him plunge the engorged length of his penis into my unprepared ass.
He kept ramming and ramming until I thought his balls were going to be sucked into the vacuum of my rectum. But when I dared to reach back, grasp him hotly, wetly in my hand, the balls weren’t near my ass. A big knot grew in his shaft, and he was determined to punch it into my body.
“No, no.” I opened my mouth to say the safe word, but I was too late. With a triumphant howl, he plunged his cock deep into my ass and forced his four-inch knot into my rectum with it. “Shit! Shit, that hurts!”
But the orgasm, deep and strong, vibrated through me as he continued to thrust into me. I saw my pussy ejaculate femininely onto the padded floor, and felt the boiling explosion of his load in my sore ass.
On a long moan, I dropped my head to the cool floor and waited for him to pull out of me. But when he backed off, he scrambled around, and pulled. His knot stuck firmly beyond my tight hole, and each tug had pain shooting up my ass.
A hand dropped on my head, rubbed comfortingly. I looked up, stared into Ben’s eyes. He crouched in front of me, grinning. “He’s going to be stuck there for the next ten minutes or so,” he said. “Better settle in for the long haul.”
I groaned again.
“Ryan, you mind if I have a go?”
My head jerked up, whipped around. Ryan stood in the gallery, one hand masturbating his cock. “Go ahead.”
Ben’s grin widened as he lay on his back, slid his lean body under mine, his long legs slipping between my spread legs and bucked his hips once, hard. I was lost in his deep eyes as his cock drove into my pussy, tight against the dog cock filling my ass.
He brought his hand up, caressed my cheek, then tugged my head down so our lips met in a hot kiss. My body moved with his in a rhythm that had the dog whining pitifully.
Time spun out of control; I had no idea how many minutes passed before Cory managed to yank his knot out of my ass with a loud and painful pop, and a stream of dog cum.
Ben’s mighty penis began to spasm, squirting cum into my pussy before sliding out. He gave me a pat on the cheek, then rolled so I was beneath him. “Your turn, Rhianna.”
I gaped. It was all I could manage. Exhaustion stained me from bones to muscle to soul. Cum dripped out of both holes as Rhianna knelt in front of me. She gave me a quick smile.
“This is the awesome part,” I heard Donna say eagerly.
“Rhianna, what-” I felt her fingers in my pussy, sighed as they stimulated my clit. Two fingers, then three. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation as she moved her fingers in me. Then she coned her narrow hand and forced it into my wet pussy with steady, concentrated pressure.
It popped inside with a dull pain, and I could feel her inside me. Her hand pushed on my G-spot, had me coming with a force to equal the world’s worst tornado. Then she was forcing her fingers up, into my cervix, beyond.
I sensed my cervix stretching, moaned as her entire hand pushed into my body. I opened my eyes, looked down to see her left arm buried almost to the elbow in my pussy.
“This is going to feel really good,” she told me, and used her right hand to repeat the movement against my asshole. It was loose enough that she slid in straight to the wrist, lubed enough by Cory’s come that her entire arm disappeared up my rectum. “Ben, why don’t you go bring Dojo. I think she’ll have fun with him, and I could use a nice climax.”
 Oh God, I thought as another orgasm tightened my ass and cunt muscles around Rhianna’s probing limbs, they’re trying to kill me.

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