The Fourth Chapter of a Wayward Woman: Test

The Fourth Chapter of a Wayward Woman: Test

Heed this warning: The story that follows involves urine-related incidents.

Long ago, I hadn't encountered Amy and Emily in a while. The reminiscences of our last encounter sent a ripple of excitement through me. I was lying on the bed, fresh from my shower, and couldn't help but slip a fingertip around my tightest opening. I wondered if it would ever be the same again. It's doubtful that when Nature was fine-tuning our guts, it had prioritized accommodating another woman's arm in its plans.

Emily, a renowned expert on massive anal intrusions, had assured me things would eventually normalize. Amy knew her stuff, and my sole injury was the agonizing urges that triggered orgasms. My body at the moment was tingling all over, and I knew I had to do something about it.

I delved into the nightstand drawer and took out her gift: a butt plug, sanctioned by the Miller. Its heaviness caught my attention first, but its size was not something to be scoffed at either. A diameter of just under two inches resulted in a girth of almost six inches. The thick part was four and a half inches long, and if you encompassed the stalk and handle, the entire toy was six and a half inches. This was no newbie toy; I had long surpassed that stage of anal exploration years earlier.

Determined to have this, I opted for some basic prep, as I'd had my fair share of laundering laundering soiled sheets. I spread two towels, each doubled over, and arrange some other items from the nightstand nearby. I shrugged off my bathrobe and discarded the towel wrapped around my hair. I had a feeling I'd soon need a shower again. Nude and glistening with water beads, I settled back, propped on pillows, knees slightly bent, legs apart.

Alternatively, I might've gradually stoked my arousal with touch, eyes closed, and a soothing fantasy in mind. But not today. I grabbed my bullet vibrator and went directly for level three of four. I placed it an inch to the right of my clit. The strong buzzing suffused my flesh, instilling a tingling warmth. After some warm-up, I moved the bullet left and gasped as the intensity intensified. A few more seconds, and I was panting, mouth gapping. On to phase two.

I discarded the vibrator on my stomach, where it tickled. I picked up another device: two metal clips connected by a cord. This was Emily's suggestion, a far cry from my ordinary clamps. They were serious players—almost as hardcore as the butt plug. I squeezed one—quite the effort—and allowed it to close. The closing force sent electrifying shivers up my spine. With my old clamps, I'd have to roll my nipples between my thumb and forefinger to engorge them. But today, the imminent intensity had them already two engorged, throbbing nubs, ready to be tormented.

I squeezed the same clip again, centering myself, and released it onto my right nipple. I howled in pain as the metal crushed down. I retrieved the bullet and placed it back on my stomach, where it tickled. Yet the left nipple was always more sensitive. I needed both hands, so back to my abdomen for the vibrator.

Focus! Open, pause...not really wanting this...but needing it...close. The heavy pulsing slammed through my head, and I let out a piercing yell. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks. But then, the initial sharpness began to wane. Now I could breathe normally. I could contemplate the bullet, whose soothing pulsations made the pain bearable, transforming it into the inner heat I desired. Phase three.

Two more objects remained loaned to me: a bottle of lubricant and the behemoth itself. I drizzled some on my palm and coated my ring. I made another dab on the bulbous head, using my hand to coat it entirely. I shifted down a little, opened my legs wider, and gently rubbed the tip against my tightly closed entrance. The lubricant eased resistance. I inserted a finger to stretch myself.

This wasn't easy, but I couldn't give up. Frequent reapplication of lubricant, coupled with stretching my fingers, helped. When I had an idle hand, the bullet against my clit drove me to distraction, pacifying the fiery flesh.

As I allowed my body to succumb, guiding the large toy further into me, and my sphincter tightened around the stem, I savored the unmatched feeling of weight and fullness for a few moments before tapping the handle to send waves of pleasure through my body. My imminent release was merely a step away.

I wrapped the clamp cord around my lips, the tension intensifying the throbbing of my nipples. With my phone in hand, I navigated to the camera app, switched to selfie mode, and held it between my legs. The plug caught my attention, but I made sure to include my breasts and sweat-soaked face in the frame. I snapped a few images, fascinated by one in particular, and sent it to our messaging group as a triumphant gesture to my friends.

While indulging in sensations of the plug within me, the bullet's rhythm at level four, and the ashes of my nipples, I strove towards the climax, relishing in the anticipation of a descent into elation. In an instant, I jerked my head back hard, sending the clamps flying off my flesh with searing notes of pain that rippled through me. My orgasm slammed into me, every muscle and nerve inflamed with pure pleasure, and I embraced the inevitable release as I clenched the object within me, forfeiting any pretense of control. The pulses of my bladder jettisoned my jubilant bliss in a liquid form.

Streaks of conciseness finally visited me, allowing me to devote attention to my injured breasts. My next thought was to capture another image of my excitable body, radiating a tender smile. I sent it to our group alongside the words, "strapped in and ready." Before long, my device chirped to notify me of a new message, eagerly consuming the contents.

Unsure of whether to feel apprehension or yearning, I read the series of messages. The girls were communicating and gossiping, leaving me to wonder if my entrance into a world unknown to me would be met with admiration or scorn. My thoughts were dashed when, once more, my phone buzzed:

I battled feelings of emptiness and excitement, struggling to form a response:

It had been a few months since I first encountered Amy and Emily, and their impact on my life was profound. I'd always suppressed my cravings, satisfied by illusions of indulgence or my own hands. Their influence pushed me towards true realization, granting me the conviction to embrace my sexuality. I was grateful for them, their understanding, and their companionship.

The weekend ahead signified a significant change. While we had often played together as a trio, producing a lesbian vibe filled with intrigue, I had now agreed to let eight strangers virtually use me to satisfy their passions whilst trusting my judgment in stopping them if necessary. Contemplating my anxious feelings for Emily, whose bravery in her sexual encounters I'd admired, I dozed off.

Amy and Emily appeared at the gate, their attire an interesting blend of casual wear. Amy's face was barren of makeup, her hair piled into a disorderly ponytail, and her figure hidden underneath baggy clothing. Her allure diminished the more you looked, allowing the world to overlook her divine form. Emily, on the other hand, wore skinny jeans terminating above pink sneakers and a baggy blue hoodie. Her hair was clumped into a scruffy bun, and she wore glasses like mine. Her usually dazzling features were concealed, leaving her looking surprisingly innocent.

Amy beamed and nationalised my presence. "Hey Ella, nice to see you, I had a lab and waited for me. We came here as soon as I was finished."

Emily insisted on transporting my luggage to Amy's car. Her strength never ceased to amaze, hauling my belongings into the boot. We were soon cruising back to Amy's apartment, opting for a more intimate rendezvous amidst the comforts of home. Maintaining a conversation: "Was I the one who wasn't excited to see you both?" provoked a chuckle in me. Eye to eye with them, they offered a hug before separating to lie on my chest, allowing their heads to rest on my breasts. This moment of romance instilled what I needed: security.

We'd thought of David and Emily's home, advantageous in regards to equipment, but pending a less intense experience, I opted for a more accommodating abode. Both girls gathered, placed an embrace on me, delighting me with their affection. I grasped my breasts, providing gratification as we sailed to my haven. I was mentally prepared and ready to embark on a new and meaningful journey, shedding any previous reservations.

In my apartment, I headed towards the bathroom to freshen up while Amy went to find us some drinks. Stepping into the bathroom, I could feel my nerves start to rise. I pushed my glasses up on my face and gazed at my reflection - I was about to participate in a gang bang where throat fucking and anal were on the agenda. Holy shit! I considered putting on contacts instead.

I'd imagined having sex with multiple partners numerous times, but this was no fantasy, it was going to happen in less than a day. I convinced myself that I was capable of handling this situation. After all, a young woman like Emily had been having group sex for years. If she could handle it, then someone my age could as well.

Upon returning to the living room, my mood lifted considerably. Amy and Emily were both seated on the couch, holding flutes filled with something fizzy. However, it wasn't their drinks that captured my attention. They were both clad in nothing but their undergarments - Emily opted for a delicate, sheer lace outfit in pale pink, while Amy wore a similarly revealing, yet black ensemble. When I walked in, both women stood and turned around, holding each other by the waist and gazing back at me.

Amy initiated the conversation. "We thought you could use a little distraction. Care to join us?"

As she spoke, Amy slid her hand over Emily's round, firm ass, which was displayed by her minimalist thong. Emily responded and ran her fingers over Amy's equally bare and equally plump derriere.

To maintain a more casual rapport with the two of them, I relaxed my formal tone of address. "Absolutely, you two are going to be just what I need. Want to help me undress?"

My clothes were gently removed as I watched them peel off. I was happy I'd picked out some nice lingerie with a similar style to theirs - black, revealing, yet structured with underwiring. We arranged ourselves into a triangle and started kissing each other, caressing their skin. I felt Emily's fingers climbing up my leg. Amy pulled my bra off in one swift motion, exposing my breasts.

"See, Emily, this is what a real woman looks like," I said casually. Instead of provoking Emily, she kept her attention on massaging my lower region with one hand, her other gripping her wine glass. Amy unclipped my bra with one hand and released my breasts. I couldn't help but grip Emily's hair as she sucked and nibbled on them.

With Emily's hand still between my legs, I shifted gears. I picked Emily up gently and set her back on the couch. I knelt between her thighs and pulled her thong off. As I did that, Amy dragged my panties down. Keeping Emily's legs apart, I buried my face in her, feeling Amy's tongue glide over my flesh from behind. It was like an unconventional form of a spit roast.

As I worked on Emily with my mouth, she grabbed onto my hair and pushed my face down onto her. Even though Amy's touch on my backside was stimulating, her tongue expertise was driving me crazy. I tried to maintain the same level of intensity as she, but it proved to be too difficult. I withdrew my head from Emily's and held my breast as Amy's hands sent me reeling with pleasure.

I heard Emily starting to whimper and then gasp. I glanced up briefly to see her fingers around her genitals, moving quickly. Amy's intensity sent me to the edge and her hands drove me over the cliff as I fell into an orgasm. Emily's yelps escalated, and I felt a hot gush of fluid, bathing my face.

Amy left her position and stood, hands on her hips. "Alright, you two, someone seems left out here."

I scooped up Amy, a feat I'd never attempted before. My mind was generating an idea, and I positioned her body on the rug while her head and shoulders rested on the tiles. As I mounted over Amy's face, I viewed Emily scoot off the couch and sandwiched between her friend's legs. My genitals were soaked from Amy's fingering skills, and she savored my fluids by lapping them up. Amy's tongue was incredible at this angle, consequently stimulating me to massage my clit. Emily was producing enthusiastic slurping sounds behind me, sensing the oncoming contractions in Amy's body.

I was reinvigorated by my arousal, intently stroking my clitoris. Grazing my eyes on Amy's stunning face nestled between my thighs, her eyes closed, her tongue lodged deep within me, triggered a sudden whim in me. I impulsively increased the pressure and frequency of my rubbing. The intense excitement caused Amy to arch off the ground. I scooped her up, and in unison, we experienced a fiery climax. I climaxed hard and unleashed my bladder over Amy.

Upon glancing down, I was astounded to see Amy's mouth wide open, avidly lapping up my urine. Amy Stevens, drinking urine. The world was indeed more complex and inexplicable...

After the intensity of my orgasm subsided, I felt an unexpected dread, as if I'd crossed a boundary. Amy likely sensed my anxiety, inching up with a grin, "Concerned about me being upset about the pee, huh?"

I nodded, cautious of her reaction. However, Amy simply laughed, "Don't always believe everything Emily tells you about me, alright? But get off me now. I'm soaked."

I dismounted Amy, then sat beside her as she stood up. Her drenched hair still glimmered. However, I noticed her eyes sparkling as she entertained an amusing thought. "Emily, there's quite a mess here. Come and clean it up before it touches the rug."

Emily was drenched in Amy's juices. Unhesitatingly and domestically, she crawled over to the puddle on the floor, dropped her head, and started cleaning up excitedly. "Good kitty, now I need a shower. Don't enter until every last drop is gone, okay?"

Amy practically danced out of the room. Astonished at her resilience, I simply admired her receding bum. Then Emily spoke, "Well, you could assist, it's your mess after all."

Me, too, I relocated myself behind Amy, and also commenced cleaning up the puddle. Emily and I paused occasionally to kiss, my lips and tongue licking the urine. This had been another fetishistic reverie, brought to life by my two companions.

Just prior to showering, Emily procured some disinfecting wipes from the kitchen and swiftly wiped the tiles spotless. Proudly, she asked, "Shower?"

"Shower, I agree," I reciprocated.

We held hands, going in search of Amy.

Of course, showering led to other activities, necessitating another shower. However, exhaustion conquered us, and we succumbed to sleep together, entangled in a tangle of bodies.

Subsequently, I awoke with an unpleasant sensation. It was today. The day I wasn't ready for. Is it hyperventilation? I wondered. I may, in fact, be hyperventilating. Emily sensed my noisy breathing and turned around, her green eyes searching my face. "Do you need to borrow my inhaler, Ella? I never knew you suffered from asthma."

I conveyed my condition with sign language, but even this knowledge didn't surprise her. Instead, she retrieved a glass of water for me. Gratefully, I sipped it and croaked, "thank you."

Emily remained by my side, caressing my hair. Despite being several years younger, Emily's touch evoked a sense of maternal care. And her voice was soft when she spoke. "Nervous? That's understandable."

I nodded. She murmured, "Remember, I recommend starting with just a few guys, but you seemed so eager."

I took another swig of water. "I'm keen about it, Em. This is one of my most cherished fantasies. It just..."

She finished my sentence. "...the transition from fantasy to reality can be alarming."

I nodded again. Emily held my hand. "I empathize. Therefore, would you like to come with me and maybe I have something that could help calm your nerves?"

Without objection, I accepted my friend's offer. "No need to undress, Ella, you look stunning."

There was a smile on her face as she straightened up and extended her hand. I walked towards her before glancing back at the bed. "What about Amy?"

"Don't worry about her. Too much champagne, a change from the norm. She's not part of this." And that's how I ended up in the kitchen with Emily.

As I walked in, I instinctively wrapped an arm around myself to cover my breasts and put my other hand between my legs. Emily giggled, looking way more comfortable in her naked state. "It's okay, there's nothing to be ashamed of. I'll introduce you."

There were two men at the breakfast bar, both sipping coffee and fully clothed. I felt very shy and exposed in comparison. The taller one nearest me stood up, his face featuring graying hair and a lived-in look. He was in his late forties or early fifties.

"Hi, I'm David." He extended his hand and offered a friendly grin.

I took it, forgetting to cover myself and exposing my chest. David's smile grew bigger.

Emily moved to stand beside him and struck him on the arm. "Dude, stop drooling over her, she's mine! Now introduce yourself properly," she teased.

The other man, about my age, was slimmer with a nervous demeanor. His eyes, captivating green ones, caught my attention. He stood as well. "I'm Rian, the contraption guy," he said, also extending his hand.

With my other hand, I took his as well, dropping one arm to my side. It felt silly to try and cover myself up again, so I mimicked Emily and allowed their gazes to roam my body.

I began to feel my embarrassment turn into arousal. I guessed the guys must've been feeling the same. Emily moved to stand beside Rian and they kissed. She then ran her hand down the front of his trousers. Turning to me, she hushed, "You know Rian's really happy to meet you, Ella. I'm starting to get a little jealous."

Rian seemed to take her words seriously. "Oh, Emily, you know I love you."

Emily placed a finger on his lips, "Shh! I don't like the L word. You need to be nice and hard." She glanced at me. "That is... if you're sort of interested?"

Taking a deep breath, I sounded bolder than I felt, "I'd like to... you know... get to know you both better. Let's just say, practice makes perfect, right?"

We all kissed each other. I shivered and began to feel Rian's fingers on my chest, playing with my nipples. I relaxed and accepted it.

They both started to undress and lifted me onto the counter. I lay down on it, cold and uncomfortable, but achingly excited for cock.

Recalling Emily mentioning her friend's size, I couldn't help but check both of them out. Rian came first, lifting his shirt and pants off. His boxers weren't doing their job well. I gently lowered his boxers, revealing a large, impressive erection.

Looking up, I teased, "Only in porn, right?"

David laughed but stopped as he saw me lowering his pants. It only took one hand to free him.

"Wow!" I couldn't help the reaction. "Are all guys this well-endowed?"

Kissing me, they both dropped their shirts and pants. Standing on either side of me, David slid a hand between my legs and I let out a deep sigh. I needed to be fucked.

Out of the blue, an idea hit me. "Boys, I really want to be fucked, can you help me with that?"

Like someone fired a starting pistol, things moved quickly. David and Rian both got up and pulled off their shirts and pants. With my arms at my side, they lifted me onto the counter, laying me down on my back. It felt cold, but not uncomfortable. My heart was racing, and it was difficult to catch my breath. Beneath me, I could feel my pussy aching for cock.

David shifted and kneeled between my legs. I bit my lip as he thrust himself inside me, his girth stretching me wide. Rian moved around to the other side, and when David felt my tightness around him, he entered me as well. They began to thrust into me, my arousal kicking in harder each time.

It felt like the perfect solution, having David and Rian inside me. As their rhythms synced, my orgasms started to come in rapid succession. I let out moans of pleasure as they filled me up together. They didn't last long and finished around the same time, burying themselves deep inside me.

Breathless and spent, they stepped back and watched me catch my breath. I was so contented, it took everything in me not to sleep there on the counter.

While giving head to David, I glanced over at Emily. She was rubbing her clit and gave me a thumbs-up, but then her eyes shifted to the side. I forgot about Rian for a moment, took him out of my mouth, and turned to his direction.

Rian was already naked, and his shape seemed very appealing with its pronounced curves. I imagined the pressure his anatomy would create while massaging my front wall. There was no foreskin to worry about, so I immediately went down on him. I maintained eye contact at first, but once I heard soft moans from him, I shut my eyes.

After some time, I asked, "are we going to fuck now?"

David and Rian shared a glance, and nods were exchanged. I shifted my body into a different position, with my head on David's side of the breakfast bar and my butt-cheeks close to the edge of Rian's.

Rian lapped at me a few times before starting to thrust. Lack of lubrication was not a problem, and he seemed to be rather impatient. He gripped himself, bent down, and plunged into me. I gasped, "fuck, that's good!"

The initial insertion was enjoyable, but his slow, deep strokes intensified the pleasure, and it seemed like his anatomy was made for this exact spot on my body. He adjusted slightly to increase the pressure.

I had been ignoring David, with my eyes closed, but I needed to immerse myself in the situation. I opened my eyes to look at his face. I licked my lips and nodded while opening my mouth wide.

The angle of my neck was perfect. Although I had experience with deep oral, never had I tried a full-on throat fuck, especially with a well-endowed man like David. I struggled to prepare myself, and when Rian began to drive into me hard, I tried to find my clit and rub it.

The difference in who was in control was significant. I had previously chosen how far and deep to take David, but now he was taking charge. He held my head gently and moved slowly inward while I rubbed myself. It took all my concentration to take in the length and girth he was working with.

I couldn't take much more. I tapped David's thigh, and he immediately withdrew, leaving me gasping for breath and coughing slightly.

Emily had been watching the whole time, which I realized when she asked, "is it too big?"

David didn't seem fazed by the hard-to-handle situation. He looked at Rian and said, "swap."

Rian buried himself into me three more times and then carefully withdrew. I then turned over completely onto my back. David peeked at me and said, "Do we have lube, Emily?" He winked and said, "Surely, Amy's arm is bigger than a penis, right?"

I blushed despite my seductive talk. Emily pulled out a bottle of lube and threw it to David, who caught it perfectly. "Since Ella seems to enjoy being fucked violently by David, let me help you with Rian."

Emily sat across from me and leaned in for a passionate kiss, her tongue aiming to explore my mouth. Her position made it perfect for her to apply the lube to Rian's glistening head. She pulled back, leaving Rian ready for me, and my mouth ready for him.

Rian was now angled a bit lower, which made his entry into me easier. David made sure that I was ready by spreading the lube over my entrance, pushing it inside.

Emily moved closer to my face and gave me another passionate kiss. Rian was now glistening with her saliva as he stood near my lips, and I opened wide, hesitant but determined.

Emily had understood the situation and momentarily stopped the guided blowjob, but now she murmured, "tilt your head a bit more, darling."

Swamped by David thrusting deeper, I couldn't object. I did as she suggested. Emily wore a focused expression as she pushed more of Rian's length into me. Apparently used to his complex physique, she pushed his head against my tongue, and I could accommodate him going in further. Emily's eyes darted back and forth between her hand and my face, observing closely. I could see the diligent scientist at work, and I trusted her.

She lifted her head and glanced at David, sharing an unspoken understanding, and David pushed decisively inwards, his balls hitting my skin. I arched, struggling to handle the intense penetration, and Emily pushed Rian further, causing his tip to slip into my throat.

Instinctively, I grabbed my neck. Emily observed me closely, looking for any signs of pain. I had tears in my eyes, but I was okay, even better than okay. I nodded at my friend, or at least as much as I could while receiving Rian orally. I could handle this.

Emily stroked my face and comforted me, "good girl, now let's try a gentle throat f*ck."

I blinked in agreement and Emily nodded at Rian. "Yeah, but she's not me, go slow and gentle, or I'll make you pay for it."

Although in an unconventional circumstance, I felt satisfied seeing such a petite woman control two larger men so effortlessly. I had to learn from that. However, my attention shifted to something else. David moved rhythmically in and out of me, yet with incredible force. Rian retracted an inch, then pressed back inside again.

My nervousness decreased, replaced by increasing stimulation, both in terms of physical sensations and emotional overload. I handed over control of my throat and shifted my hand to my clit, the other pinching a nipple. As David rammed me harder, he also inserted two fingers into my other opening. And - the cherry on top - Emily nibbled on my other nipple, first tenderly, and then bit down hard.

I felt, pretty much only in my mind, Emily tapping Rian's thigh, prompting him to speed up his strokes and extend them. I was now getting simultaneously f*cked in both ends of my digestive tract, and it was extraordinary. There was nothing like it. It was exhilarating. I felt alive, treasured, used, and cared for. And - most of all - my body was losing all control. Convulsions racked my body, transforming into quakes.

And, when I orgasmed, it was all-consuming, opening my mind to new experiences I've only imagined. But they didn't stop there. My climax spurred on David and Rian. One orgasm flowed into another, each more powerful than the last. My ecstasy only ceased when Rian bellowed, releasing his seed into my throat, followed shortly after by David maintaining maximum penetration as he pumped into my rectum.

I was vaguely aware of Emily extracting a shaky Rian from me, carefully as she had placed him in. And then, as his head emerged from my f*cked ass, she sealed off my opening with her hand, and squatted between my legs, her mouth wide open and tongue extended. When she removed her hand, I spasmed and offered her David's cum. Emily swallowed the dripping stream, then licked around my quivering anus, causing a final tingle.

Lifting her head, she licked her lips, and smiled at me. But it was the two men she addressed. "Is she good enough for you both?"

Instead of answering, David and Rian simultaneously scooped me off the counter and carried me to the couch. Emily joined us, her arms warm around my tingling body.

I heard a sound and saw Amy had joined us, her hair disheveled and a glass of water in her hand. She scrutinized the situation, rolled her eyes theatrically, and returned to bed.

Ella's descent into depravity now spans two chapters and will reach its apex in Chapter Five - Eight

Endnotes

• Thanks to the amazingly proficient EStaccato for inspiring and collaborating. Do check out her stories. She's exceptional. [Rian] [David] [Emily] [Nipple clamp] [Fingering] [Biting] [Oral sex] [Deep throating] [Rectal fck] [Facial] [Male ejaculation] [Female orgasm] [Two men] [Double penetration] [Emily] [Amy] [Cum] [Multiple orgasms] [Sex craze]

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