It Seemed Easy

It seemed easy enough. Just don’t ask them to make her come.

She had built the night up in her mind for many weeks before the event. The prospect of being able to play with so many couples and acquaintances whom she trusted had kept her up on many nights, playing with herself at the fantasies of exactly how they’d fuck her and how she’d be used on the night.

She’d been to the swingers nights many times before and made numerous friends. They all enjoyed just how sensitive she was and learned enough about her over the months to know it was better to take their time with her, as she became so incredibly sensitive after her initial orgasm. As often as she’d voiced her desire to experience multiple orgasms when she was in the moment, it always became too much to handle.

As the night commenced, she loved that everyone there was a familiar face. There were no awkward introductions or the necessity to feel people out and get to know them more. She was able to let her guard down instantly and simply focus on the sexual exploration in store.

Just like every event, she didn’t have to wait long to be approached. The hosts of the event – the owners of this home- who welcomed this group of at least ten couples were the first to approach. As the unicorn (the single female in the group), the couples all wanted a piece of her. She was all too happy to provide. The only difference was that others would usually follow her lead and start playing with one another; this time, the couples seemed to either watch or continue their conversations instead of playing with one another while another couple played with her.   

It was just as wonderful as always, feeling her exhibitionist side run wild with being watched as a couple stripped and fondled her. Every touch seemed as if it had been pinched from her dreams; every kiss and nibble against her neck lifted directly from her masturbation-fueled fantasies. The husband and wife duo that was playing with her took their time. They took turns kissing down her neck and chest and took even more time switching between going down on her while the other deeply kissed and caressed her.

They both knew that she struggled to come from only external stimulation, needing to have penetration to climax. The wife seemed to enjoy knowing this, making sure to constantly brush those slender fingers along her opening teasingly while sucking her clitoris. The husband followed suit when it was his turn, easing his finger just barely into her entrance before backing off, all while his mouth saw to her swollen cherry.

The husband and wife repeatedly took turns feasting on her; the one not eating her out continued lavishing her with compliments on how gorgeous she looked while massaging her. This same couple had commented before to her on how much her moaning turned them on, so she made sure to be as vocal as possible in her arousal. Even as they kissed her, she did not hold back from moaning deeply and humming in pleasure.

The pair didn’t let her body rest for a moment, constantly threatening to penetrate her with fingers while suckling on her clitoris intently, getting her as worked up as possible. It was maddening, yet it kept her dripping.

What set her off the most, though, was the reply she got as she looked around, wondering why nobody else was also indulging in one another.

“Oh, my dear. They are all here for you.”

The thought that was instilled, that every single person wanted her and that she was the centre of the party, sent a convulsion of arousal through her body. That surge of pleasure timed perfectly with the moment the husband thrust a finger inside her, eliciting a little squeal of ecstasy. This penetration, along with having her clitoris sucked, was enough to bring her to the pinnacle. Yet, each time she got there and pulled her mouth from either the wife or husband to signal she was close, she was constantly met with the stimulation stopping. Being left on the brink was what she expected for a little while. However, after so many times having the pair switch around and continuously edge her, she was becoming extremely frustrated.

Being the only one in the room completely naked and also having multiple people watching her alone added to the arousal. Finally, it became unbearable, and she begged the couple to let her come.

“There’s so many people who want their turn with you.”

She instantly hit her peak as the wife whispered these words in her ear, making the husband have to quickly stop as her hips bucked, so close to coming.

The more she realised that she was the focal point, the more sensitive she became to the couple’s touch and the easier it was to bring her to the pinnacle. It seemed like every minute she was asking the couple to let her come, and they gave the same answer every time.

“The other couples want their turn with you.”

The next twenty minutes were maddening as the couple continued the pattern of teasing her to the brink and switching without letting her come. Previously, by this point, they’d have let her come. Yet this time, they seemed to relish driving her to a frenzy.

“If we make you come, everyone has to have a turn making you come.”

The thought instantly made her hips thrust towards the fingers that quickly pulled out as she hit the edge. While she knew it would be unbearable, there was something so arousing at the thought of being forced to orgasm. However, she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it. Instead, she simply begged the husband to fuck her. She needed to feel something inside her.

Instead of receiving what she requested, a different couple quickly switched places with the hosts. The hosts remained near her, holding her arms and legs open so that she was entirely helpless.

Every single couple did this in succession. Switching with the last in order to be the next to feast on her succulent, wet pussy and fingerfuck her to the brink. She had no idea how many couples had their way with her, but it only took a few of them before she was absolutely sobbing with need. Yet still, no matter how often she was asked, she never gave in and asked to come, knowing the torture it would result in.

She did, however, spend much of the time begging to be fucked, to feel something filling her more deeply than the purposefully teasing fingers that probed and explored her. Every couple seemed to have the same intent to make her night an ordeal of frustration.

Finally, once every couple had a turn with her, the male host stripped and gave her what she was begging for. Even as he fucked her, though, he was careful not to thrust too quickly or for too prolonged a duration. Every time it felt like she was getting close, he backed off just enough to ensure she was riding as close to the pinnacle for as long as possible.

With how perfect it felt to have this full, deep penetration, she could barely think about anything other than the bliss of climaxing right there and then. The thought of everyone watching her as she unravelled like a sexual centrepiece was intoxicating. Something about having so many people around her as she started to ride the man’s cock made her feel like a plaything. How he gripped her thighs and held her still as she got close. How people continued to converse and drink so nonchalantly while she was at her most intimate moments. It all made her feel like a toy. Like a doll being used. She’d never felt more fragile or more at the mercy of others. It set her body alight.

She told the man, and everyone else in the room who would listen, that it was too cruel, that she couldn’t endure any more. The hostess simply reminded her of that one simple proposal.

“Ask us to let you come, and we’ll all have our turn giving you what you asked for.”

Feeling a gentle bite against her neck, she dug her fingers into the host’s shoulders, shaking and trying her hardest to hold out. His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her shaking waist in place while buried fully inside, her pussy clenching in spasms as if commanding further friction to occur.

It scared her just how much she needed to come. She knew that only the slightest stimulation would topple her over. Just a few thrusts kept making her hit the brink before he had to stop. It took all of her willpower not to grind against him, yet with how vocal she was as she came and how much it made her shake, there would be no question of whether or not she came. She had to fight it, yet she couldn’t bear it.

Sobbing as she was, she was trapped in ecstasy. As much of a deep-seated fantasy as this was, it still brought out every emotion within her, revealing everything inside her. She’d revealed this to the hosts long ago when divulging her deepest fantasy that nobody else knew. She would never have expected it to become a reality and never could have imagined just how torturous it would feel.

Finally, the husband let go of her hips and rested them against her rear. The wife then simply stated that she could ride him as she desired, and if she made herself come, they’d know what her choice was.

For a few minutes, she rode herself to the edge and stopped. It was maddening having to stop herself, keeping herself lifted up so that only the tip of his cock rested at her twitching entrance. Watching people staring at her and smiling – the lust in their eyes – made her sigh and moan even without any stimulation. It was unbearable.

Finally, she slid down onto that eager length, filling her up and pulsing deeply within. This time, she didn’t think about what was to come. She didn’t think about how the pleasure verged on agony any time she had made herself come a second time in the past. She didn’t think about everyone else in the room. All she thought about was the pure desperation her body felt, the unparalleled need to climax that she had never experienced up until this moment. As she hit the edge of orgasm, she continued to ride him.

She smothered his lap as she came, pressing down hard and grinding her hips against his in a frenzy of orgasmic motion. Everything convulsed as she screamed out. Trembling from head to toe as the pent-up need was unleashed.

The guests were quite taken aback as to how intense her orgasm was. Her visual display of orgasm was just as strikingly loud as her vocal display. They could all feel just what it did to her, and they loved it. Raw, unfiltered, unstifled ecstasy.

Tears lined her cheeks as she was quickly pulled off of the man. She was so lost in her bliss that she could barely comprehend what they were doing to her. Her head swam in the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. The party was restraining her, binding her and tying her so that she was elevated off of the ground, like a swing of bondage. It ensured that she could be moved and swung and manipulated in all sorts of positions, while remaining hanging in the air from the sex swing made of rope. Her wrists were bound highest to ensure she could not shield her overly sensitive pussy at all.  

She hoped that maybe, just maybe, the rest between her orgasm and when they began again would be enough to make it easier to endure. It did not.

Her pussy felt so tender and sensitive as the next man entered her. It felt so good, yet she couldn’t handle it. Every thrust shook her to the core. She tensed in anticipation, both longing for it and afraid of it. Faster than she expected, she was right on the brink again. The position and the bondage turned her on exceptionally. The moment the man’s partner also joined in, sucking on her nipples and reaching down to stroke her clitoris, it was like a button had been pressed. She exploded. Quivering in orgasmic bliss, she tried to get away as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses.

The man didn’t stop or even slow down as he used the ropes holding her aloft and in restraint to keep her in position and spread out. Her pussy felt like it was on fire from stimulation. As much as she screamed out that she was coming and that it was too much for her, it didn’t stop the constant penetration. She hoped that maybe begging the woman to stop would work; maybe the woman would empathise with the overstimulation her clitoris was being subjected to. It didn’t work. Instead, she had to continue to endure the fireworks being let off between her thighs, those constant jolts of ecstasy forced upon her throbbing clit.

If this were it, it would have been enough of an experience to remember and fantasise about for the rest of her life. Yet, it was just the beginning. Every couple awaited their turn.

Each couple switched with the last as quickly as possible to ensure as very little rest as possible. She remained screaming and crying in pleasure without any mercy shown. Even though she couldn’t handle it, she was repeatedly penetrated, whether by fingers or by a stiff, overly eager cock. The partner would then always focus on her clitoris, either with their mouth, their fingers or, worst of all, a vibrator. She jolted when she first felt it pressed to her, the vibrator drilling to her very core and sapping away the last ounce of hope for mercy.

She felt like a raw nerve being zapped with every motion, like an electric surge of ecstasy.

Being in the centre of the room like this was too much, literally the centre of the party, an exhibit for everyone while being fucked raw. It was worse to know that she wasn’t just being used as someone to fuck, but instead, her orgasms were the very focus. It made it so much worse knowing that her agonising pleasure was the main attraction. It also made her come so much harder, knowing that all of these people just wanted to keep watching her shudder and cry and scream out as she begged them to let her rest, that it was too intense to handle any more.

No matter how much she tried to sway and pull her hips away, they kept their fingers and vibrator trained on her hypersensitive clitoris. There was no way to stop the constant thrusting inside and never-ending stimulation that kept her screaming non-stop. Even as she struggled to breathe while the orgasms took everything from her, the attention did not cease. Throughout every second of torture, she wished that she were able to have held out, that she hadn’t been so desperate to come. Being tormented with need was nothing compared to this. At the time, it seemed easy enough not to give in to the orgasm. Now, it was something she’d continue to regret throughout every torturous orgasm.

The whole time, the hosts reminded her of one simple fact.

“This was your choice. You chose to come… so you chose to have every one of us here make you come and come again.”

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