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Her fingers are suddenly at your entrance and you have a feeling Valentina still has control of Mel’s wrist. One finger slowly slips inside of you. Valentina scoffs.

“She can take more than that,” she says, “She’s always left gaping.”

It causes a ripple of laughter that has embarrassment burning brightly inside of you. The heat of it travels lower to pool around Mel’s finger. Mel pushes in a second finger. 

Wanda must do something because Natasha pulls away with a gasp. Then they both turn to look at where Mel’s fingers are disappearing inside of you, Wanda’s head on Natasha’s shoulder while little noises continue to fall from Natasha’s lips.

A finger probes your ass and your hips jump, forcing yourself further onto Mel’s fingers. You moan. That was Agatha. Kate had begged for your ass but she was in time out for touching when she was told to wait. She’s now muzzled and tied up in the corner. You could hardly blame her when Wanda’s cunt was an inch from her face for so long but Wanda could and she’s always been swift to correct. So, Agatha won the prize. It’s a position they fight over often. Agatha enjoying the thrill of the game and Kate enjoying being put in her place.

The finger at your ass slowly pushes in to the first knuckle. You’re squirming at the stretch but a hand on your stomach forces you still. It’s a struggle to keep your breathing even and you seek out Natasha’s eyes. They’re glazed over, mouth slightly open. You turn your head to the side to see two of Wanda’s fingers buried deep inside of her, the base of Wanda’s palm grinding against Natasha’s clit. You resist the urge to lean closer and lap at the wetness dripping off her fingers. 

You hear Agatha moaning and try to tilt your head to see. Rio is behind her, strap-on buried deep, but you can’t tell in which hole. Agatha’s such a slut for both.

Mel’s fingers continue to fuck you as Agatha pushes in another knuckle. Agatha’s hand keeps you from bucking. You moan, already feeling so full. You can hear Mel’s own stuttering breaths now, although you can’t see what Valentina is doing to her. 

Natasha grips your chin and makes you look up at her again. The look on her face tells you she’s close, which is surprising since she tends to last the longest. Two of her fingers slip into your panting mouth. They press down on your tongue firmly, stroking it. Natasha is coming moments later and you relish the way she arches. You wrap your lips around her now-still fingers and suck harshly. She shudders, Wanda’s fingers still moving inside of her. Watching her come never ceases to amaze you.

It’s too much to hold back. The fingers inside of you curl, causing the heat inside of you to burst, and an orgasm rips through you. You gasp and moan and writhe beneath them all. Mel’s fingers gently work you through it. Agatha pushes in further, moaning at how tight your orgasm makes you. She’s in a nice enough mood to not start fucking you before you come down.

The fingers in your cunt disappear but Agatha seems to be getting started. Natasha strokes your tongue languidly, her eyes hooded. Wanda is pressing gentle kisses against her shoulder.

Drool starts to escape your mouth and Natasha is quick to swipe it back up. She hooks her fingers into your mouth, fingers curling over your bottom lip, and pulls your jaw open wider. Her eyes linger and she leans down. For a second you think she’s going to spit in your mouth. Instead, she kisses your forehead.

You blink, almost disorientated at the softness. Fingers leaving your ass drags your eyes down to Agatha and Rio. You already miss the fullness. Rio moves from behind Agatha to kneel next to her. There’s some kind of struggle before Rio’s nose is nudging your wet folds. Agatha looks disgruntled but she pushes her fingers back inside of you all the same. Rio gently laps at your wetness before moving up to pay attention to your clit. That combined with the full feeling from Agatha has you moaning.

Natasha tilts your head sideways, away from her.

“I know how much you like to watch,” she husks.

Valentina has dragged a chair over to Kate, or likely instructed Mel to do it. Kate is now on her back, arms still tied to her chest, and Mel is looming over her. Her fingers are pulling harshly at Kate’s nipples. She looks up to Valentina for approval. Valentina murmurs something and Mel’s fingers twist. Kate’s cry is muffled by the muzzle.

Rio continues to lap at your clit. Agatha’s dark eyes moving between her and her own fingers disappearing inside of you.

It’s too much and you’re coming again with a cry. Natasha leans down to swallow the sound, although you can feel her panting. Neither Rio nor Agatha slow down, Agatha actually fucking you harder, and it pushes your orgasm further and further until you’re a wrung out, limp mess below them. Natasha pulls back again, shuddering, but you’re distracted by the silent competition happening between Agatha and Rio. Their competitions happen annoyingly often for two grown women but it’s better than having both of their energies focused solely on you. It’s much much scarier than being the plaything stuck in the middle.

Rio looks up at Agatha and slowly runs her tongue through your soaked folds. Agatha’s eyes darken and she pulls out. She curls her fingers in Rio’s hair and pulls her up, dragging her away to lick up the mess on her face. You watch as Agatha seems to devour Rio’s face. There’s another one of their silent communications, this one obviously meant to provoke Agatha as Rio quirks an eyebrow. Agatha bares her teeth in a smile before sinking them into Rio’s neck. Rio pushes Agatha onto her back in retaliation, following her down and straddling her.

Movement has you turning your head. Wanda has finally moved out from behind Natasha to settle between your legs. You whimper at the sight of her thick strap hanging over your stomach. You don’t think you can take it after two orgasms. You know she’ll make you.

Natasha kneels behind Wanda. You whimper when she runs two fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness. She wipes it off on Wanda’s strap. Then uses that wetness to stroke it. You swallow.

“Do you want my strap, baby?” Wanda asks. You shake your head in spite of the heat growing inside you at the game. Wanda gives an exaggerated pout. “No? You don’t want Mommy’s strap? But you’ve been such a good girl. You finally deserve it.”

“Sensitive,” you whine quietly.

“Too bad,” Wanda says with a fake pout, “Mommy wants your cunt, which means you’ll have to take it, won’t you?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Good girl.”

Natasha stops stroking to slowly guide the tip of Wanda’s strap to your entrance. You’re already squirming but Wanda holds your hips down. It feels good despite your whining and your legs are soon relaxing open. Wanda keeps her thrust slow and steady. She coos over you, her hands lightly running over your skin as she admires you. Your brain is foggy with another building orgasm. Natasha stays behind Wanda, murmuring to her as she bites marks into Wanda’s skin. You catch little of what she says, mostly things like pretty and take charge and fuck. You can’t choose whether to focus on her teeth sinking into Wanda’s skin or the hot look in Wanda’s eyes. Natasha’s hands move up to Wanda’s tits, squeezing as she marks her neck. Wanda moans, hips still slapping into yours. You have to look away before you come without permission. 

You look over again to the trio instead. It’s become a quartet. Valentina has buried Mel’s face in her cunt, a hand in Mel’s hair. Mel’s fingers are diligently working in and out of Valentina along with her tongue. The muzzle has been removed from Kate’s face (something Wanda is going to punish someone for later) and she’s lying on her back, her head between Mel’s thighs. It seems whoever did remove the muzzle was smart enough to not free Kate’s hands and will avoid the worst of Wanda’s ire. Agatha has joined them at some point, now wearing her own strap-on that she’s slowly forcing into Kate’s ass. Rio is lying down where Agatha left her, lazily watching the show. You watch the way Kate slowly arches as Agatha pushes further and further into her ass, her tongue never faltering. Mel’s does and Valentina tugs her hair in warning. The moan that follows is something you’ll try to remember for later.

Wanda drags your attention back to her. She lifts your hips up higher, changing the angle and hitting that sweet spot inside of you. A small cry is forced from your lips at the feeling. Two thrusts later, the strap on hitting that same spot every time, you find yourself suddenly on the edge.

“Mommy!” you warn quickly, not wanting to get in trouble.

“Don’t tell me my baby is close already?” Wanda teases with a small laugh, not slowing down.

“Sensitive,” you try to explain but it comes out more of a moan than anything else.

“Poor thing,” Wanda says with a fake pout. “Mommy should probably leave your poor puffy clit alone then, shouldn’t she?” You nod hurriedly, not wanting to come so soon. A moment later and the soft pad of a finger begins to circle your clit. You make a confused sound even as you buck up into the feeling. Wanda’s hands are still holding your hips up. Natasha, you realise. You can’t hold back and the feeling inside of you bursts. You come again with a cry, pleasure crashing over you.

“Aw,” Wanda continues to fake pout, “and I was just getting started.”

“ ‘m sorry, Mommy,” you gasp, still shuddering through the aftershocks.

“It’s okay, sweet thing,” she murmurs, leaning over you to gentle cradle your cheek, “We can blame Tasha, just this once.”

“I heard that,” Natasha says, sounding amused. You can’t see her past Wanda. She soon moves to sit beside you, gently running her hands through your hair as Wanda moves her hands down to run them firmly over your sides. They continue to ground you as you come down and stay until your breathing evens out again. Natasha shifts and Wanda looks up.

“Leaving so soon?” Wanda asks with a quirk of her brow.

“I’m off to sulk,” Natasha teases.

“Is that what we’re calling it nowadays?”

“Something like that.” She gestures at Wanda’s strap. “May I?”

Wanda, looking faintly amused, allows Natasha to undo the harness and help her out of it. Natasha brushes her lips against your damp skin before standing. Wanda helps her buckle it securely and gets momentarily distracted. Her eyes drop to the glistening strap, pointing right at her face. Natasha pushes back Wanda’s hair and raises an eyebrow. Wanda comes back to herself enough to shake her head.

“I’ve got a sub to settle.”

“Of course,” Natasha says.

She leans down to kiss the top of Wanda’s head. Then she makes her way over to the newly formed group. You realise with some amusement that they’ve formed a line instead of the tangle of limbs you all normally end up as. Natasha kneels behind Rio, who had moved her attention onto Agatha at some point. Natasha grips Rio’s hair to pull her head back. Rio hisses at her. Natasha grins.

Wanda moves so you can lay your head in her lap. She strokes your hair. You look up at her with a pout and she smiles down at you.

“You need a moment,” she reminds you. “So you won’t need to stop early.” This is something you asked her to keep an eye on. With so many people leaning more towards dom than sub, the subs tend to need to tap out early. Still, you jut out your lower lip and turn on the puppy dog eyes. Her voice turns firm. “You will wait until Natasha and Kate can fuck that soaked cunt of yours without you crying like a baby because you’re overstimulated.” 

You hurriedly nod and she smiles again, this time much sharper.

You have to wait until Valentina, Mel and Agatha are all done with Kate before anyone pays more attention to you than Wanda’s wondering hands. 

A sharp comment from Agatha, likely the result of Rio’s teasing fingers at her ass, resulted in Valentina and Mel being pulled into their game. Kate had laid down for all of a minute before she was needy again and looking to join in. Natasha had gotten her attention and Kate had eagerly scampered over. You had tried to sit up but Wanda had kept your head in her lap while Natasha pulled Kate the rest of the way over to you two.

When she stops, Kate practically dives in between your legs. Natasha has to grab her hair and jerk her back up. With the way Kate’s hands are still tied to her chest she probably would’ve smacked her chin against the floor.

“Did I say go?” Natasha demands.

“No?” Kate says sheepishly. “But she’s right there,” she whines, the tight grip in her hair doing little to cow her.

“This is why we keep you muzzled,” Wanda says. “Who took it off?”

Kate pretends to be distracted by Valentina shoving Rio down instead of answering.

“Deal with that later,” Natasha says to Wanda. “It’s my turn to play with her.”

Wanda rolls her eyes and mutters something about putting it off until later is why Kate gets away with so much. Your amusement wars with the growing ache in your cunt. 

“Go?” Kate asks impishly.

Natasha gives her a little shake. “This is why you’re always in trouble,” she says. “You need to learn some patience.”

“I dunno. I’ve gotten everything I’ve wanted so far,” Kate says with a grin. 

Wanda snarls and pushes herself to her knees, clearly intent on showing Kate how much trouble she’s in, but Natasha gives her a warning glare. Wanda holds it for a moment before slowly lowering herself back down. It is Natasha’s turn which means it’s her job to deal with the bratty sub.

“Just for that you won’t be getting to eat her out, or my strap.”

Kate’s smile drops. 

“Wait, what?” 

Natasha shoves her head down, lets go of her hair and pushes her onto her back. Kate starts whining and begging again, wriggling around in her restraints. Natasha holds her down with one hand while she unbuckles her strap-on. She tries to slide it onto Kate but Kate is still moving too much.

“Stay still if you want to be able to walk for the next week,” she snaps. Kate immediately goes still. Not being able to walk is very different to not being able to sit. It’s rare for Natasha to threaten the soles of Kate’s feet. She means the threat and isn’t likely to hold back since disobeying Wanda is apart of Kate’s transgressions. Natasha easily secures the strap on to Kate’s waist after that. Wanda’s resulting smile looks satisfied.

“Come here,” Natasha says, holding her hand out to you. Wanda helps you up onto your knees and you crawl over to Natasha. She tugs you in front of her, making you straddle Kate before settling her hands on your hips. You look down at the thick strap. Your legs are already weak from earlier and you doubt you’ll be able to push yourself up more than once before they give out. Natasha squeezes your hips. “I’ve got you,” she murmurs and lifts your hips up. She’s always been scarily strong and you realise her plan is to fuck you onto Kate’s strap herself. Kate looks absolutely pathetic. Natasha scoffs. “You just ate Mel out.”

“That was ages ago!”

“You’re insatiable,” Natasha says but this time a hint of fondness sneaks into her voice. Natasha carefully lowers you onto the strap and you make a whining noise at the stretch.

“Why do you always go for the thickest ones,” you gasp once you’ve reached the base.

“Shush, we’re punishing Kate,” Natasha says. Her hands tightening on your hips is all the warning your get before she’s lifting you up again.

“Not me?” your voice turns high at the end. She slams you back down. 

“You did come without permission,” Wanda says. Natasha fucks you up and down the strap again and you moan. 

“I could— “ Kate tries.

“No,” Wanda and Natasha say at the same time. 

The kicked puppy look returns to Kate’s face and you’re thankful you’re not the one that has to resist it. What coherence you had gathered from your break quickly disappears between Natasha’s hands and strap. Kate keeps trying to convince Wanda and Natasha to give her just a little bit more. The pressure from the strap-on only enough to stoke the fire. Her bargaining and pleading eventually dissolves into wordless whining. It’s unlikely Agatha had allowed her to come before Natasha dragged her over. 

Wanda moves to harshly grip Kate’s jaw. Kate opens her mouth without Wanda needing to squeeze. Smirking, Wanda pushes two fingers inside her mouth to shut the whiney mutt up. The comment only makes Kate louder. You get stuck on the sight of Kate eagerly sucking Wanda’s fingers as you become more and more limp in Natasha’s hands.

A few minutes later you notice there’s no building pleasure. The simmering in your gut stays at the exact same level. You’re trapped in that hazy place where pleasure refuses to grow.

“Nat, can’t come,” you gasp. Her hands immediately slow. 

“Need more?” she asks gently and you shake your head, your hand grabbing onto hers. She immediately knows what you mean. “Aw, did we break your poor pussy?”

The words make you clench around the strap and you whimper quietly. Wanda’s eyes are dark and Kate looks even needier than before. You’re too close to overstimulation for them to pounce. Natasha carefully pulls you up and off the strap. Wanda removes her fingers from Kate’s mouth and wipes the spit off of Kate’s cheek.

“Oh, thank fuck,” Kate gasps out, believing her punishment over.

“Who said you were getting anything?” Wanda says.

Kate tries to pout. Wanda lightly slapping her cheek ruins it. Kate’s expression turns into a dopey grin. 

“Is there anything that is truly a punishment for you?” Wanda asks with a sigh.

“Nope,” Kate pops the ‘p’.

“Go annoy Rio,” Wanda commands. 

Kate scrambles away on wobbly hands and knees before Wanda can change her mind and punish her further. You’d laugh if you weren’t so tired. You lie limply against Natasha, who coos about how well you did and covers your shoulders in kisses. She eventually hands you over to Wanda and you snuggle eagerly into her gentle hold. She’s brought one of the blankets over and tucks it around you tightly before lying down, you still in her arms. 

“Did well?” you manage to ask.

“You did very well,” she reassures, planting a kiss on top of your hair. “You lasted such a long time and you were such a good girl.”

You snuggle closer happily. Then you realise something.

“I didn’t get a turn with Mel,” you say with a pout.

“But she got a turn with you,” Wanda reminds you gently. “Don’t worry, she seems to be enjoying herself. You can ask Valentina to have a turn next time.”

That eases the mild disappointment and you lean up slightly for a kiss. Wanda pecks your swollen lips and you settle back into her hold.

“You don’t want to join back in on the fun?” you ask, watching as Natasha pauses beside Mel who gives her a considering look.

“In a little while. I’m happy spending some time with my baby first,” she coos and you melt into her.

Your hips twitch as Mel’s fingers circle your clit, her touch light and still a little cautious. It’s her first time at an orgy but Valentina has been with her for a while at this point and assured everyone Mel knew what she was doing. Mel had decided Valentina would be the only one in charge of her tonight, although she seemed excited to play with a group.

Her fingers are suddenly at your entrance and you have a feeling Valentina still has control of Mel’s wrist. One finger slowly slips inside of you. Valentina scoffs.

“She can take more than that,” she says, “She’s always left gaping.”

It causes a ripple of laughter that has embarrassment burning brightly inside of you. The heat of it travels lower to pool around Mel’s finger. Mel pushes in a second finger.

Wanda must do something because Natasha pulls away with a gasp. Then they both turn to look at where Mel’s fingers are disappearing inside of you, Wanda’s head on Natasha’s shoulder.

A finger probes your ass and your hips jump, forcing yourself further onto Mel’s fingers. You moan. Agatha. Kate had begged for your ass but she was in time out for touching when she was told to wait, was muzzled and tied up in the corner. You could hardly blame her when Wanda’s cunt was an inch from her face for so long but Wanda did blame her and she’s always been swift to correct. So, Agatha won the prize. It’s a position they fight over often. Agatha enjoying the thrill of the game and Kate enjoying being put in her place.

The finger at your ass slowly pushes in to the first knuckle. You’re squirming at the stretch but a hand on your stomach forces you still. It’s a struggle to keep your breathing even and you seek out Natasha’s eyes. They’re glazed over, mouth slightly open. You turn your head to the side to see two of Wanda’s fingers buried deep inside of her, the base of Wanda’s palm grinding against Natasha’s clit. You resist the urge to lean forward and lap at the wetness dripping off her fingers.