And finally, a blindfold.
He stepped forward with it in his hands while Mitch adjusted the spreader bar. “Are you ready for this?” he asked quietly, those serious eyes of his burning into hers.
“Yes,” Beth replied, her voice coming out in a whisper because her vocal cords had been stolen by the surprise.
“You know your safe word,” he reminded, and Beth nodded her head. A second later, her sight was obscured as he slipped the dense, black fabric over her head and blotted out her vision.
Beth knew a moment of disorientation, but it only took seconds for the rest of her sense to snap into place. And then every sound, every smell, every sensation all became magnified.
A spicy scent filled her nostrils as a mouth descended on hers for a rough, punishing kiss. That was Sawyer.
Then he moved away, and Beth picked up woodsy notes as a pair of firm hands deftly secured her ankles to the spreader bar. Definitely Mitch.
A warm body stepped up behind her, hands came around her and toyed with her nipples, grazed nipping kisses down the side of her neck. With him came a citrus scent that she knew belonged to Jed. It almost shocked her that she had come to recognize them so quickly by their touch, their smell, and their actions. She was more invested in these guys than she thought.
Her amplified hearing picked up the soft swish of the flogger’s leather falls being shaken out, then there was a whoosh and a thwack and the pattering of many leather fronds against skin. Her skin.
Sensations bloomed and filled her head. It wasn’t pain, it was far too light for that. But it was energizing, sparking all the nerve endings where they fell, to life.
And then there was another, and another.
Beth didn’t know what she’d expected, but it wasn’t this. It felt like she was being thrashed simultaneously.
Everywhere.
It felt like light kisses of sensation all over her body; new ones starting before the old ones faded. But never in the same place, the same direction.
It took her a while to realize that all three of them were flogging her at the same time, walking around her in a slow circle as they did so. A constant ripple of lashings, another starting before the previous one was finished and so on in an unending wave.
As her skin warmed, so the flogging got harsher, catching her thighs, her breasts, her stomach, and her back. Her nipples peaked, tightening within her dark areola to make perfect little targets.
Her head began to swim with need as her body started to burn and the accuracy of the floggers became more pinpointed, striking at her nipples, her butt, and her mons.
The spreader bar did its job, forcing her open so the rain of lashes could catch those most sensitive places. Her inner thighs, her pouting labia and her greedy clit which had peeked out from behind its protective hood to join in the fun.
Beth writhed at the end of the chain, her body bucking and arching under their combined assault, but no one was pounding on the door, so she guessed the room must be suitably sound proofed so her heavy moans and fractured screams and her sobs as she begged them to take her didn’t disturb anyone.
The movement stopped. The flogging concentrating in one place now. One on her breasts, the other between her legs. Someone had dropped out.
Then the smell of ginger assaulted her nose, and she frowned, trying to place it. It wasn’t until slippery fingers probed her back hole that she realized it was the lube.
Shit! Warming, ginger lube. The burn of the thick ring of muscle giving way beneath Mitch’s fingers was secondary to the burn of the lube as it heated her ass. And then he was there, pressing his long cock inside her while pinpricks of pain still rained down on her over sensitized clit and nipples. It was almost too much, but at the same time it wasn’t enough, and she yearned for the feel of them all inside her.
When Mitch was finally buried inside her ass, one of the others stepped up in front of her and practiced fingers dipped into her soaking wet sheath, testing her readiness. The contact was brief, and Beth mumbled her objection when they withdrew, but immediately they were replaced with a cockhead that nudged against her slit.
Mitch withdrew, allowing Sawyer access and the two of them set up an easy rhythm. But where was Jed? How did he fit into this arrangement?
Her question was answered a moment later, when Sawyer stepped back, and another body took his place.
And so they continued, Sawyer and Jed taking turns at her pussy while Mitch took her ass. She was close to coming again and again, but before she could launch herself into that sensual oblivion they stopped and swapped, effectively keeping her on the edge for ages.
“Please! Oh, dear God, please…” Beth begged, desperation evident in the fractured sobs and the tears of frustration which saturated her blindfold.
“Are you ready for us?” Sawyer demanded, his voice tense.
“Yes!” Beth pleaded as Mitch continued to rock inside her burning ass.
“Use your safe word if you need it,” he ordered, though Beth couldn’t for the life of her imagine why she should have to.
She felt the heat of their sweat slicked bodies as they stood before her and the next thing she knew, her ankles were free of the spreader bar, but Mitch lifted her by hooking his arms underneath her knees and pulling her thighs apart, so she was spread wide open in the lewdest fashion before he withdrew so that only the tip of his cock filled her.
She was confused for a while; her sluggish, sex-doped brain slow to figure out what was going on. Then two cock heads simultaneously nudged at her gaping slit and started pressing forward.
Beth’s entire body trembled. She leaned back her head and rested it on Mitch's shoulder in an effort to relax and allow them in, but her brain rebelled. “I-it’s not going to work. Y-you’ll never fit!” she stammered.
Slowly, inexorably, they pushed inside her, stretching her wider than she ever thought was possible. The burn, the pressure, was almost unbearable, but that switch inside her brain tripped and turned it into mind-boggling pleasure. They withdrew and Mitch’s presence in her ass made itself known again. Then Jed and Sawyer again. Their penetration wasn’t deep, but it pushed her into an orgasm before she was ready for it, before she was even expecting it. The sensations and the taboo of double vaginal penetration triggering her faster than a smoking gunshot.
It must have been the same for them, because within minutes, the hot clutch of her overstretched channel milked all three of them to completion.