Mags runs over to the blonde thinking "my god what have they dont to this poor girl" she lets the air out of the plug in the woman vagina and the blonde screams "nooooooooo pump it back up dont take it out please dont take it out

I need to cum please help me cum, take off your clothes let me suck you off please I need this.. mags thinks "oh i've never touched a girl... then thinks of that past well there was that one time but never mind that this girl needs help how can i help"

then she slowly takes off her panties and lifts up her skirt walks to the girls head and...

... and just as Mags gave the squishy black bulb yet another really hard pump, one that she certainly thought would cause either the toy, or the other woman's cunt to to explode, she lost her grip and dropped it, as she was forced to grab the table with both hands when the first incredible wave of pleasure started at the very core of her now extremely wet pussy and rapidly coursed throughout her entire body.

The other woman's adept tongue action had repeatedly hit the magic spot, a spot that had not been touched for a very, very long time, at least by another person, and coaxed her into the most intense orgasm she had ever felt in her entire life.  She held on to the table with all the strength she had, quivering and moaning as wave after wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her body until she didn't thing she could possibly take it any longer ... because it just didn't seem to be stopping ... nor did she want it to.

Carl picked up the Tulip - definitely one of his favorites.  It was a smooth black plug with a long gently, tapered body and a large, prominent, flared ridge right before the much thinner neck.  From past experience, he knew this one would start to slide in easily, gradually expanding as it went, then all at once, give a wicked stretch before it popped into place. He lubed the entire surface of the plug, and with his finger tip, applied a generous amount of the thick, slick lube to Mags' tightly closed pucker hole.

Somewhere in her orgasmic haze, Mags felt something cold and slick rubbed against her anus - a place that she certainly considered taboo, followed by the tip of an object being pressed against her hole.  She raised her head and started to say "Noooooooo", but came out "ooooooooOOOOOOOOO' as the plug was slowly slid deeper and deeper into her very inexperienced asshole, her pucker-ring stretching more and more, while she moaned louder and louder at the sudden invasion as the huge flared ridge stretched her out more than ever before, then quickly slipped in with a huge pop that caused her entire body to shudder.

As she lay there, her rectum filled by the plug which was now firmly locked in place by her extremly tight sphincter, the other woman started to tongue her pussy again, rapidly coaxing Mags into yet another orgasm.  This time, it was more intense than the last, the incredible sensation of the plug moving to the rhythm of the waves of pleasure washing throughout her body, Mags instantly knew what the other woman wanted ... more ... she wanted more ...

Mags squealed, writhing, as the inflatable started to stretch her. "Stop!" she finally had to scream, and Carl could see from how tight and shiny the ring of her pussy mouth was, that she was at her limit.

That was all that she said, however. Mags didn't ask to be released.

Instead, she began to caress the blonde's cervix, working and manipulating it with her whole hand, examining and feeling it at the same time, never having felt one before. The woman under her responded by mashing her face into Mags' curls and sucking on the erect pink clit there. Both were quickly writhing with pleasure, and time seemed to stand still in the orgasmic haze.

That was when Carl began to wonder about something. Something very wicked. He'd recently seen the movie Human Centipede, and, with that in mind, went to get his piercing equipment. What parts of the women could be linked by piercings and metal for the most erotic, perverted, orgasmic effects, he wondered...

Carl stepped back, and admired his handiwork, quite pleased.  Then he thought to himself, “not yet, I really need some action”.

“OK girls, time for some real playing” he said.

Quickly and efficiently, he unhooked Mags from the blonde, and released her from her restraints.  Effortlessly, he lifted her un-resistant, almost limp, totally exhausted body, carried her across the room and placed her in a sling, which was suspended from the ceiling by a series of chains.  Grabbing her wrist restraints, he attached her hands together over her head then attached each of her ankle restraints to different chains, up high and wide apart.

All the while, the blonde woman, whose name was Carole, was whimpering, “… Empty … I feel so … empty …”

“I’ll get to you in a minute” as he looked over Mags, now firmly situated in the sling, legs apart exposing her filled holes.  He grabbed the base of her ass-plug and pulled it out with a quick pop.  Going over to the counter, he contemplated the array of items and selected another one of his favorites – a Doc Johnson Large.  He slicked it up with a generous amount of lube then placed the tip against her slightly gaping hole.  He slowly started to push it into her until he felt an incredible amount of resistance, then pushed harder as the wide body of the huge plug stretched her ass-ring more than Mags has ever felt before until it slipped through with a big pop, causing her to gasp and wince.

Meanwhile, Carole was still going on and on “ … play with me … please … play … with me …”

Then Carl gave Mags’s dildo yet another hard pump, taking her breath away as she felt filled and stretched more than ever before in her entire life.

“I’ll be back for you later” he said with a glint in his eyes, knowing that his toys would hold her attention for quite some time.  “Lay back … relax … watch … and … learn …”, Carl continued as he turned, moving back toward Carole.

As an afterthought, Carl grabbed a long length of slender chain, and returned to Mags, where he twisted the chain around the base of the huge butt plug, threaded both ends through the ring above her clit, and connected an end to each of the rings in her nipples, leaving some slack in the chain.  “How much?”, thought an exhausted Mags, contemplating the implications … if the plug … was to … go …

An extremely stuffed Mags could only watch as Carl crossed the room and said to Carole “… And now for you …” as he grabbed the bulb and slowly deflated the grossly inflated object that was buried in her ass.

“… Empty … I’m so … empty …” the blonde said as the plug literally fell out of her hole.

“Not for long” Carl thought to himself as he positioned himself between her open legs, stuck his left hand into the large tub of thick, slippery lube and almost effortlessly pushed his entire hand into her well-stretched, dripping wet pussy.  Only to pull it back out, then push it back in, this time balling his hand into a huge fist.

Carole was moaning in ecstasy as he slid his entire hand in and out, whispering “… more … more … more …”.

“I’ll give you more” he said as he dipped his right hand into the tub of lube, then in a move that totally shocked and surprised the insatiable Carole, placed his fingertips against her stretched out, gaping asshole and pushed four fingers all the way in, and seating his knuckles with a quick, deliberate twist.

Carole was wailing and gasping at the much-unanticipated intrusion, only to gasp louder as he pulled his hand out, stuck it back into the tub of lube, placed his fingers back into her more than stretched out hole, and proceeded to push them back in, this time tucking his thumb as he pushed harder and harder against her.

By the time he was buried to the knuckles and thumb-bone, Carole went from moaning to wailing as Carl went for the huge, final push, causing her to arch her entire body off the table, stretching her restraints tightly as his hand stretched her ass-ring well beyond proportions known to her as it slid inside of her body with a massive pop that both of them felt.

She was barely over the shock of taking his hand when he pulled it out of her ass, then in one quick motion, pushed it back in, this time curling his fingers and forming a fist as it slid back in causing Carole’s entire body to shudder as it entered her.

Now, Carole was stuffed well beyond comprehension, with a fist in each hole.

Across the room, Mags observed through slit eyes, her face lost in total concentration as she attempted to hold her own toys in, while taking in what was happening, not really believing what she was seeing.

Carole started off with a long, non-stop moan that built up louder and louder as Carl started to move his fists back and forth, and twisting side to side, feeling them rubbing against each other, only separated by the thinnest, most sensitive walls of flesh.

Soon after, she hit her crescendo, yowling at the top of her lungs, twisting and writhing her body as Carl continued to abuse her tightly filled cavities, her back arched off the table, limbs pulling tightly against the restraints, she threw her head back and launched into the absolute mother of all orgasms, her body wracked with spasm after spasm of unbelievable pleasure that just didn’t seem to want to stop.

Carl felt her pussy pulsing and throbbing on one hand and her ass clenching and releasing on the other as she climaxed more violently than he had ever witnessed before.  The sensation was so intense that he realized that he was starting to boil over, and before he knew it, he was cumming all over the place, shooting long, thick ropes of wet, sticky cum all over both Carole and himself.

When it was over, Carl slipped his first fist out of her dripping wet pussy, and then pulled his other fist out of her incredibly tight asshole, stood back, and surveyed the damage.

Carole’s holes were bright red, wide open and gaping huge.  Fluid and lube were leaking out of both openings, forming a huge pool on the table, and dripping to the floor.  Her entire body was trembling from the aftermath.  And, she was moaning “… enough … I … have … had … enough …”

On the other side, Mags’ entire body was twitching, and what little slack in the chains was now gone as …

By now, Mags was physically exhausted.  Never before had she ever had so many orgasms, some with an intensity that shook her to her core.

She was beginning to drift off, with the unlikely, but extremely welcome feeling of being filled to capacity, along with Carl’s soothing voice, all which made it difficult to stay awake.

Looking over at the table, she saw that Carole was no longer there and briefly wondered where she went.

Before long, her eyes got heavy and she fell into a deep, deep sleep …

… and Mags had the most incredible and intense dreams imaginable.  She participated in acts so diverse, so amazing, the very thought of most would boggle a person’s mind, never the less trying just a single one of them.

She soon realized that she had lost track of all time.  Was it minutes, … hours, … days, … since she walked through the door and discovered the blond woman who made a simple request … to play with her.

And play, they did.

All at once, Mags woke up in the softest of beds, with the fluffiest of pillows.

She opened her eyes and took her bearings.  It was a strange place, and she felt a bit disoriented.

Actually, she felt a bit sore and tender.

Maybe, more than a bit sore.

OK, her nipples were red and puffy.  Her cunt … was extremely tender.  Her asshole … was screaming soreness, and just blinking caused her pucker to shoot pain throughout her entire body.

Was it all a dream, she wondered?

Where am I?

How did I get here?

Her brain was boiling over as she replayed the experiences of earlier.

Not sure, she reached down to touch her tender pussy, and felt a small pierced ring, just above her clit - one that was not there before – simply because she had no piercings.

On the nightstand was her camera.

Quickly, she booted it up, and saw that a single picture had been taken.

With the steadiest and clearest detail …

It was a close-up shot …

Taken down the body of a person …

Who was currently the recipient of an entire hand …

Buried deeply inside their asshole …

Well past the wrist bone, as a matter of fact …

Leaving only the slightest hint of a purple latex glove exposed …

On the inside of the person’s forearm was a an intricate vine tattoo …

With a single rosebud …

Carole’s arm …

She thought in a fog …

At the very top of the picture …

She saw the pierced ring …

The exact same one …

Her hand was absently caressing …

Suddenly …

It all came back in a flood.

Carole had just popped Mags’ ass.

Mags had just taken her first full fist.

And she was the one …

HOLDING HER OWN CAMERA …

Just then, she heard sounds outside the door to her room.  She slowly and gingerly crossed the room and opened the door to see Carl on top of the table, and Carole holding the biggest, blackest dildo Mags had ever seen …

Turning around Carole said to a speechless Mags, “you’ll get your turn in a couple of minutes, sweetie” as she hefted the huge, black, lube-covered dildo up to Carl’s glistening, slightly gaping asshole, expertly locating the indent with the tip of the massive head and totally obscuring his rosebud.

Carl started to moan louder and louder as Carole slowly and deliberately began to work the massive head into Carl’s hungry hole.

Mags felt herself getting wetter and wetter just at the sight.  She leaned against the counter, taking it all in.  Carole, holding the massive dildo in both hands and Carl, bent over, well lubed and extremely ready to receive the huge toy.

At the same time, she found herself wondering … just exactly was inside of her body.  No matter, it felt good … really good.  She closed her eyes for a moment, and rocked her body back and forth, feeling … whatever it was … moving and clicking against each other deep, deep inside.

Opening her eyes, she saw Carole pushing the device harder and harder, causing the long, thick shaft to bow a bit while Carl’s ass-ring slowly expanded around the massive flared head as it began to slip inside of him.  Suddenly, Carl gasped out loud as the huge, thick ridge expanded his hole well beyond what he was used to, and slid right in with a quick, smooth motion.

Carl gasped again and again as Carole pulled the massive head out of his asshole, then pushed it back in, over and over, until he was really slick and loose.  The last time, Carole pushed it back in then started to push it in deeper and deeper, an inch at a time, causing Carl to grunt on each push, until she buried the entire sixteen inches of the long, thick shaft to the base.

Mags just held on to the counter, rocking … feeling the incredible warmth flowing throughout her body as the objects moved and clicked … now dripping wet as she watched the most incredible, hugest penetration take place right in front of her eyes.

Carole grabbed the base of the dildo with both hands and slowly slid it out, including the massive head, then pushed it back in … again … and again … and again … until her arms were tired.

Carl thought he was going to go out of his mind.

First, the enormous stretch followed by the red-hot burst when the massive head entered him.

Next, the repetitive sliding, stretching and popping as Carole vigorously fucked his hole with the massive head.

Then, the amazing filling feeling he got from the massive head and long, thick shaft as she buried the toy all the way to the base.

Finally, the incredible stretching and sliding sensation along the entire length of his ass-tunnel to the depths of his bowels as she totally fucked him over, using the entire length of the massive dildo

When she pulled it out, Carl felt empty … very, very empty … and wanted more … and said so.

With a glint in her eyes, Carole looked over at Mags who was still contently rocking back and forth, sending gentle waves of pleasure throughout her body and said, “wanna fist him?  I’ll show you how …”

Wide-eyed, Mags silently nodded her head up and down.

Carole went to the counter, picked up a long, black glove, then slipped it over Mags’ hand and forearm. Then she reached into a tub of the thickest, richest lube, scooped up a huge handful and slathered it all over the entire surface of the glove.

Leading Mags across the room by the elbow, Carole steered Mags to Carl, whose opening was now a huge, gaping, slick, hole.  Carl was whispering, “… more … I … want … more …”

Gently, she instructed Mags how to go about it.  Fingers to the knuckles, followed by a quick twist and push to plant the hand.  Carole’s body was rubbing against Mags’ as they leaned toward Carl, and Mags realized that Carole’s free hand was rubbing against her now sopping wet pussy, followed by a couple of fingers being slowly inserted.

Mags took a breath, then quickly and efficiently pushed, twisted, and buried her entire hand.

Carl moaned and gasped as Mags’ hand entered his body.

Mags felt his unbelievably tight opening stretching over the surface of her slick, gloved hand, followed the incredible heat and tightness of his rectum wrapped around her entire hand, along with his ass-ring tightly gripping her wrist.

And, at that exact moment, Mags her first explosive orgasm.

Deep down inside, she heard Carole’s voice “pull it out, then push it back in”.  Doing as instructed, Mags did just that, causing Carl to moan.

“This time, curl your fingers and make a fist”.  Mags did it, and Carl went wild.

“Pull it out, fist and all”.  Mags slid her full fist out, causing Carl’s entire body to shudder, while Carl moaned in a combination of pleasure and possibly, a touch of pain.

“Push it back in” Carole commanded, and with a single swift, deft motion, Mags provided her first punch.

“Again … again … again …” Carole continued, as Mags delivered the most incredible punch-fuck, to the point where Carl was actually begging for mercy.

“OK, time to go deep” Carole whispered into Mags ear. “Uncurl your fingers, and slowly move forward, feeling your way with your fingertips.”  Mags, again did as instructed, and slowly, ever so slowly, inched her hand forward deeper and deeper into Carl’s slick and previously stretched tunnel until she was almost to her elbow, well past the end of the glove.

Mags couldn’t believe the sensation.  His tunnel was totally enveloping her entire hand and most of her forearm in a tight squeeze, his body sending off an incredible amount of heat, and she could feel his pulse gently throbbing.   

Carole’s body was now tightly pressed against Mags’, and to her surprise, she had managed to work four fingers, well past the knuckles into her extremely wet pussy.  Not long after, she exploded into another orgasm, feeling her body tremble, causing the strange objects inside to clack against each other, sending off a series of strange vibrations, prolonging her already intense orgasm.

Carl couldn’t believe it.  Carole had fisted him in the past, not so vigorously and never so deeply.  But Mags … she was something else … as he felt the entire length of her arm shaking and quivering deep inside of him … felt like nothing he ever felt before.

Unfortunately, it only lasted a few short minutes.  Carl’s tunnel and ass-ring were so unbelievably tight, that Mags thought her hand was going to be crushed.  Her last orgasm left her weak, and barely able to stand.  Reluctantly, she slowly pulled her arm and hand out, eliciting a long, low moan from Carl, suddenly leaving him feeling very, very empty.

But not for long …

Carole unwrapped herself from around Mags’ body, went over to the counter, opened a drawer and took out one of the largest plugs Mags had ever seen.  It was like the Doc Johnson, but at least four times bigger, with a base the size of a small tea saucer.

Liberally lubing it up, Carole placed the large, rounded tip just inside of Carl’s gaping hole, and with both hands holding the base, and drove the entire thing inside of him, causing him to at first moan, then yowl as the massive toy stretched his battered asshole, then seated itself with a huge pop.

“That’ll hold him for a while” she said as she took Mags’ hand and lead her back toward the bedroom. “I’m so fucking hot right now, I could eat you up …”, she continued.  Looking at her slick, gloved hand, said, “… and I think I want some of that too …”

Mags had no choice but to go along, Carl forgotten for the moment, the strange objects moving and clicking against each other as she was dragged across the room, wondering just exactly what was inside her, while Carole was going nonstop saying, “Now, where did we leave off” …