She was getting me high on her action, almost so high I didn’t at first realise her other hand was starting on my arsehole. She’d never fisted my arse, nobody had even tried, I didn’t think it was possible, I’d taken some big rough cocks up there, but a fist was a different matter. Again I was so wet and messy up there, she pushed in and went in, I was shocked, it had happened and relatively easily there’d been a sharp stab of pain, like an unlubricated cock going up there and her hand was in me. Now she fisted both hands and alternately pulled and pushed till I almost lost it. Then she pulled each hand out with it balled into a fist. Then she was eating my pussy and arse with her mouth and tongue and I pissed a long pee right down her throat.
A small break for me and another drink of recycled piss, this time I had to drink two pint glasses down. I was on my hands and knees on the floor when she got up and nudging my legs apart I heard a swoosh and then my arse area exploded as she brought a ‘cat of nine’ down hard onto the junction of my legs, a strand of the whip snaking onto my labia lips. It was a quite vicious ‘cat’ with leather strands about 18 inches long and tight knots at the end of each strip for an added bite. The hit was so sudden and unexpected that I did cry out. Be it was mostly drown by the sound of Anita’s second strike on my bum. She stuck me about a dozen times turning my bum area bight crimson and a few of the strikes had laid a strand onto my labia firing me up.
Next she had me sit upright still on my knees and with my arms back holding my ankles, first she removed the nipple clamps and then the pin bra from my breasts showing the guys what I’d been wearing all evening, in fact I’d almost forgotten about it, but the pins popping free for sure did remind me! Next, taking some bright red cord she bound my tits up till they started turning a dark purple colour and kept tweaking my nips to maintain their erection.
Once happy with the resultant balloons of my titties, she proceeded to flagellate my breasts, alternating between each one with her hits, turning them a deep pink and making my nipples stand up even more. After about six strikes to each breast, she removed the riding crop from her boot she’d brought with us and very carefully laid three very, very, hard strikes with that to each breast, carefully hitting my nipple with each strike. Those did make me cry out, the pain flooding my body, while the effect of the cat would die off within 24 hours her riding crop marks would last 5 or 6 days. At this time this was harder than I’d ever been struck.
But more was to come; she now had me take on almost a ‘yoga’ position on my shoulders legs spread well apart and almost touching the floor behind my head, with my hands holding my ankles. My pussy was truly wide spread and very vulnerable and she now proceeded to pussy whip me starting slowly and quite mild, alternating between the riding crop and the cat ‘o nine, she increased the intensity of the strikes as my body responded. I’d taken a bit of ‘pussy whipping’ from John by this point. But this was far, far different, after some five minutes I was thrusting to meet each strike like I was thrusting to take a lovers cock further into me. She was inciting me to take it harder (to the delight of our audience) and I was gasping ‘Yes, Yes’, my first climax came at about 9 minutes. I felt my whole body shudder and shake as the wave of orgasm swept me.
Anita didn’t stop, she was still hitting my exposed pussy, hard every 6 seconds or so; a steady rhythm slowly getting harder as she continued. I heard myself (I think) say ‘okay enough’ maybe I didn’t say it, maybe it was in my mind, But within a minute I knew I was going to climax again, the waves were coming now and this time she said later I did cry out, “yes” and “harder”. As that second orgasm hit me flooding my body, I was pretty sure things were going to keep going, sure enough she continued unabated. For some reason at that point my eyes looked at my clit, it was standing out prominent and proud, yes she’s struck it several times particularly as she saw my climax arriving, but my clit was huge, I couldn’t believe that it was mine. It was engorged in blood and maybe three times bigger than I’d ever seen it before. Almost to the second I saw her score a direct hit with her riding crop right my engorged clit, I don’t know whether it was pain or nausea or what but it drove up my body, I heard a couple of guys laugh as I gasped. My breath almost lost.
“Open up for me” was all she said, I knew exactly what she wanted. My labia lips were already parted, but I now put my hands up onto my pussy (with my arms coming up from behind my arse), I spread my lips wide apart. She now laid about a dozen very hard strikes along the length of my pussy with that riding crop, each one hitting my poor clit as well as striking the inner walls of my pussy. She told me later than from the second hit I was actually pushing my hips to meet her hits and it was my voice I could hear saying, ‘yes, yes’; till I collapsed in another orgasm. At that moment a couple of the guys quickly followed by a third splattered my face with their cum, I was too spent to care about the cum landing in my eyes or up my nose.
Anita let me get my breath back for about a minute, before indicating I had to drink another pint of the recycled piss, I groaned, I was desperate for another piss myself and refilled the pot almost to the brim. Another couple of guys wanted a further blow job and enjoyed splashing my face, some were demanding that I drink down more of the recycled pee. Most of the piss had now passed through at least two bodies, a guy to me to the pot, some even had gone from a guy to my sister to me; and I was sure that by now some of it had again passed through my body again. It was becoming very strong in taste and smell. Without further prompting I downed another pint of pee. I knew there was still at least 8 pints in the pot, drinking that one on its own had been foul, but another 8 pints seemed a mountain.
Looking over at my sister, I said ‘Oaky, let’s do it’. We have agreed this beforehand but I hadn’t really imagined it would get that far. I watched as she took a pint lifted it to her lips and slowly and steadily down it in one go, nothing on her face indicated how foul it was but I knew. I felt myself trickle juice as I watched. From watching her or knowing what would happen next I’m not sure.
We were standing face to face and she reached up and grabbed my left breast by my nipple and pulled hard. Both my tits were puffed up still from the bondage she had them in, enough to turn them purple rather than pink, she pulled and twisted my near hard nipple for a moment then put her mouth over it. I hadn’t expected that as part of the deal and my nipple hardened and blood flowed around my already sore breasts. She admitted later that she was so turned on by what she was about to do, taking her mouth off my hard nipple, she pulled it away from my body and put the thick diaper pin right into the centre of my nipple and pushed. My skin buckled under the pressure for a moment, then the pin prick broke through my skin, another push and she rammed it all the way through and out and closed the nappy pin. A small trickle of blood oozed out. The pain had rocketed right through my body, I heard rather than felt my cry, more of a curse. Yes, I had taken some pins in my breast recently, I hadn’t expected a bloody great nappy pin, about 4” long with a bloody thick pin on it.
By drinking that pint of foul pee, she’s earned the right to also do my other nipple the same way, I felt my knees buckle a bit as I realised what she was going to do next. Because there was no surprise left for me, Anita drew this insertion out slowly, not only sucking the waiting nipple, but fingering my clit and my pussy. It didn’t take any time at all for me to get very near to yet another climax and she pushed the pin home as I started to shake. Later of course I realised she could have done it with me in a cold state, but bringing me up to boil, it still hurt like crazy, but I almost welcomed it.
And that was about it, I was totally exhausted, I slumped to the ground, I was aware of my sister sucking off a couple of still eager cocks, I’d lost my thoughts and maybe half an hour drifted away in a sexual bliss. I fully came to in the car realising it was now almost 1:30am the cold woke me from a stupor. When we got back to her home, I saw what a mess I was and crashed onto a bed asleep for 7 hours.
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AS I said previously my sister had ‘introduced’ me to this house of guys, much like she had been introduced. As it was I knew the couple who had introduced her, they were friends of Anita and Paul who I’d met many times over the past 6/7 years at parties and barbecues. Jane was nearly my age and her hubby about the same, they had been ‘playing with Anita and Paul for about 3 years and had asked Anita about 8 months earlier to stand in for Jane at one of these ‘gangbangs’ after she went down with the flu. Anita had been well received by the guys being attractive and younger and willing to accept cock into all three holes as well as cum and piss swallowing. They also insisted that they wouldn’t wear condoms.
That was the extent that the guys wanted, from the women. There were 2 other women regularly going there. The men wanted white attractive married women between 25 and 40 mainly, younger unmarried girls were considered trouble. In some cases the husband came along and watched. Jane’s husband had taken Anita first visit; then Paul had gone on the second. My first visit was their first ‘girl on girl’. My first 6 visits were all as my sister’s subbie. Dave took me for my seventh.
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