My new friends and I have the muffin all together.
It took a few minutes for Bill and me to lower the ropes, return the muffin to an upright position, and unfasten her cuffs from the apparatus while Alastair packed up the video equipment for transport back to the larger cabin. It was getting chilly in the late afternoon, and the other cabin had that big space heater.
Harold just sat and watched us from a crude chair they had made from cedar saplings. His legs still shook from the extreme effort of his fuck, but he managed to back off the screws and get the metal ring off his cock without doing any further damage to his penis and then return all his stuff to his black doctor’s bag.
Back in the warmth of the big cabin across the clearing, I asked, “What’s next?” I was very horny from watching all the fucking and quite surprised that my cock was still ready for more action after two gorgeous fucks this afternoon.
Harold flopped onto a chair and dragged the camera bag over to his feet. “I’m done,” he said. “This is a great muffin, and we may do her again, but I have no more sperm left in my balls, so I’ll use the camera if you still have some cream for her.”
The muffin seated on the bed nearly jumped up when she heard “do her again” and looked wildly at the rest of us when she heard “have some cream for her.” “I’m not on birth control,” she protested.
“That’s OK, honey,” said Bill mildly. “We’re not either. And it’s not a requirement on this ranch.” They all guffawed at that.
“OK,” said Bill, looking around. “It seems to me the three of us want another go at her.” We all nodded, and the muffin began to shake her head violently again. She knew better than to scream or call names after the last torture session, and she could see the whips and chains hanging on the wall for our pleasure.
“It seems to me too,” Bill continued, “that we have a nice scenario to perform here. I like fucking her mouth, Alastair loves giving it to her up her ass, and our new boy here, Phil, seems to be a real pussy hound. Right, Phil?” I nodded and grinned happily. It was nice to be recognized. “So then,” Bill concluded, “let’s all do her at once. Let’s do airtight.”
Airtight is a porn term for inserting three penises simultaneously into a human female in order to derive maximum pleasure: one in her mouth, one in her cunt, and one up her rectum. I’m a porn monster, so I knew exactly how to start.
Lying on my back on the bed, I grabbed the muffin and pulled her naked body down onto mine so her breasts crushed into my chest and her legs straddled my hips. I eased her hips up a bit and pulled my erect penis into a vertical stand at the entrance to her vagina. A gentle tug on her hips was enough to lower her body again and sink my cock up into her cunt. There I stopped and waited for Alastair to mount her from behind and force his long cock into her wrinkled bum hole and up into her rectum. Bill, of course, knelt at the head of the bed with his balls hanging just over my head and his cock shaft in her mouth.
As Bill pushed his penis deep into the muffin’s mouth, he whispered, “OK, Phil. Get us going.” I knew what he wanted, and it was what I wanted. I pushed my cock up into her cunt as far as it would go and began fucking her. At the same time, Alastair began thrusting into her asshole, and for the first time in my life, my cock felt another man’s penis moving on the other side of the moist wall of a woman’s vagina.
I had seen double penetrations many times in porn videos, but the actual sensation was amazing: intense pleasure from my penis and my whole body, made more intense by my thoughts and perceptions as I realized we three were violating the muffin’s naked body simultaneously, using all her orifices for our sexual pleasure. I could see my cock between my legs moving in her vagina, and I could see Bill’s cock inches from my face thrusting strongly into her dribbling mouth, and I could feel Alastair’s hard penis running up and down her rectal channel.
Harold continued to circle the bed with a camera, getting as much of the penis action as possible, while our thrusting into the muffin’s cunt, ass, and mouth built in speed and intensity. The muffin herself was building to what I am sure was an unwelcome orgasm, a sign of submission to our male sexual pleasure. She moaned around Bill’s cock in her mouth, and her hardened nipples scraped up and down my bare sweaty chest as we screwed, and her breath came in ragged gasps.
As this sex machine roared to a crescendo, I wondered who would come first. I knew I was getting close, but the signs were there in my two partners in evil, and even in the muffin herself.
Then the miracle happened. Yes, I know it is so rare in real life but common in porn fiction. Yet it really did happen to me that first day. As my cock stiffened in orgasm and began to spew great jets of viscous semen into the muffin’s teen vagina, I felt Alastair’s penis also grow hard, its shaft rippling with the contractions of its muscles in orgasm, shooting jets of cock cream into her bum.
At the same time, Bill grabbed her by the ears, pushing his cock deep into her throat, and his “Aaaah. Aaaah. Aaaah.” told me he was coming in her mouth. As I felt the powerful pleasures of orgasm ripple through my entire body, I felt the muffin shake and shiver as her own orgasm sent her whole body vibrating.
Harold kept circling the bed, trying to record as many of our judders and quavers of sexual pleasure as he could, keeping focussed on our penises as they completed this final invasion of the muffin’s feminine charms.
The airtight fuck was so intense that we were reticent to remove our naked selves from her sweet, teenage body. I think it was Bill who finally withdrew as his cum dribbled from the muffin’s mouth onto my neck and chin below. At this, I stirred, and that motivated Alastair to remove his cock from her ass, leaving me free to pull out of her cunt and push the muffin’s naked body gently over on her back so I could get up.
We sat up and looked at each other. “Did that really happen, what I think just happened?” asked Bill.
Harold nodded slowly. “I believe it did. I saw it with my own eyes. Four orgasms at once. And I got the video to prove it.”
“We are fucking awesome,” said Bill, shaking his head and laughing. Alastair and I grinned back. “You know, guys,” Bill continued, “I think it happened because of Phil here. He seems to complement us perfectly, the horny bastard.” I blushed, and they all laughed, so I laughed too.
The muffin was too shocked and bewildered to notice our conversation, and in any case, Harold was getting the syringe out of his doctor’s bag to put her out cold for a while so they could take her back to her normal life. As Bill and Alastair held her, he inserted the needle.
He turned to me and said, “So Phil. You understand the situation and our rules. You’ve seen what we like to do, and we’ve seen that you like it too. We want you to be part of this, but we have to protect ourselves, so I will need all your information: full name, address, phone, credit card, names of friends and relatives, place of business, everything we will need to ensure that you don’t back out or go the police.”
“Sure,” I said simply and gave him all that information as we dressed ourselves and the muffin. The others packed up their gear and then strapped the muffin onto the carrier.
When we were all outside, we shook hands, and Harold said, “I’ll give you a call when we get together to target another muffin. We'll go over the details, and you can meet us in your car so you’re part of the grab and the transport to Backstage Pass. That way our individual loads will be lighter, and we spread the risk around equally. OK?”
I nodded and the others nodded. Bill and Alastair shouldered their packs, picked up the muffin asleep in her carrier, and headed along the trail that wound up the hill, Harold trailing with his doctor bag in hand.
I jumped the fence and retrieved my bicycle. As I cycled back down the recreational trail toward home, it all seemed unreal, yet it was real, an intense sexual fantasy come true, and one that promised many more sexual fantasies to come.
I had no misgivings as I pedalled through the woods. Yes, I was now liable for abduction and assault charges, but I dismissed that. My confidence level in Harold and the gang was high. I trusted my instincts that they knew what they were doing and had exercised good judgement in accepting me as part of their conspiracy of sexual depravity. I chuckled to myself at what the neighbours would think if they knew what that mild-mannered retired guy next door had just done.
And would do again and again when the chance arose.