Liza had a wicked smirk on her face as she sipped on her Bloody Mary. “I’m gonna make you scream,“ she crooned.
This was about day three. We had danced nearly all night. Andrea, Greg and Shawn had joined us. The warm, dry, air of the desert caressed our nearly naked bodies all night. With the chemical soup of alcohol, THC and “E” coursing through our brains, we moved through the dusty night like bats, bouncing off bodies and feeding off senses. We literally crawled into a pile of sweat and skin just as a peach slice of light crept over the eastern horizon.
So, here we were, four hours later, lapping up vodka-spiced tomato juice, warming our bodies in the rising sun, like lizards soaking up energy. “I’m gonna make you scream” was such an ominous threat, full of intensity and electricity and deadly intent. I knew she could do it.
“Stand up,” she ordered. I knew better than to argue. My balls grew tight as I stood. Something told me I was in for some fun. I stood. She dug around in the toy box and found the cuffs. She moved behind me and grabbed my hands, one at a time, and slipped the cuffs around my wrists. I stood there, naked, before her. She walked around me, running her fingers up and down my chest and across my ass, purring with approval as she moved. I admired her. She was strong and in control. She knew what she wanted. The radiant beauty of her confidence was overwhelming. She moved behind me. A few seconds passed and, then, my head was wrapped in a scarf and my sight was gone. Now, I could only move into my mind and wonder what was coming next. “Don’t move,” she said as she grabbed my cock and kissed me deeply. “I’ll be right back.”
I stood there, naked in the warming desert air, my skin alive with sensation, my ears straining to hear what Liza was up to. She came back, in what seemed like an eternity, and said, “Come with me.” She grabbed one arm and I stumbled along beside her as she led me to the sex gym (I knew we were going to do something on the structure). My mind and body buzzed with anticipation. The soft dust of the playa felt like hot talcum under my feet. The sun flowed across my skin like hot olive oil, falling into and across every nook and cranny, exposing my body. We reached the gym and Liza led me up onto the platform. The beam had been left over from the day before and I could feel its wood against my hips. Liza unlocked the cuffs and directed, “Bend over.” I complied and, as I did, I felt another set of hands grab one hand and direct it forward to be tied to a post. As that was happening, another set of hands tied a rope around my left ankle and then my right. After both hands were secured to posts in front of, and over my head, the ropes on my ankles were secured. There I was, bent over and tied and blindfolded. I was helpless. That is what Liza wanted.
I stood there, waiting, a cool lazy river of playa air flowing between my legs. In spite of the steady boom, boom, boom, boom of the techno beat of the gathering, everything seemed to be quiet and remarkably peaceful. A light, damp, touch of tongue on the very tip of my dangling cock sent a spark through me. My fingers arched and my toes curled, just a little. I could hear some shuffling in front of me and, soon, a pair of hands led my head into a very damp and earthy crotch. My tongue matched the rhythm of the tongue that circled the head of my cock. My mind was focused on my dick and the pussy that was spread in front of me. That is why it came as a bit of a shock when a finger went up my ass.
There I was, bent over at the waist, a slick cunt in my face and a warm mouth on my cock and a finger probing my ass. I was racing through the math. There was Liza, and Andrea and Greg and Shawn. Who was on my cock? Who was up my ass? Initially, I was concerned, but the feelings were so fucking good. After the initial consternation, I settled into a bubble of senses. Damn! Everything felt so good. The pressure was building inside my balls. The tip of my cock was tingling. Then, the mouth popped off the end and I was left dangling in the air.
The finger in my ass pulled out and things became quiet again. I still had the clit on my tongue and I licked it with abandon, listening to the moans of the woman who lay sprawled in front of me. I thought it might me Liza, but I couldn’t be sure. The geography felt similar. The skin was smooth and the clit was about what I’d come to know. I was busy trying to figure out who I was eating when the blunt end of a cock pressed against my anus. I tensed. I couldn’t believe someone was going to fuck my ass! But, my cock was hard and a slick pussy was in my face and I was tied up and immobile. The mushroom head popped inside of me. It burned, at first, and I groaned with pain and desire. Then, that long tube slid deep inside of me and I thought I’d collapse. I would have, if it hadn’t been for the crossbeam over which I was bent. The hot meat rubbed my prostate and it started flooding with semen. Still, my cock waved in the breeze, waiting and begging for attention. It didn’t happen.
I lapped at the pussy at my face, all the time being plunged into from behind. The sensation of the cum building inside of me was indescribable. The long, fleshy, tube plumbed my depths and, with each stroke, the liquid of my ejaculation flooded the labyrinth of tubes that ended at the tip of my straining dick. The rhythm in my ass escalated until, suddenly, the cock was pulled out and cum spilled all over my low back. It dribbled down the sides of my hips while the pussy at my lips flooded me with female cum. She wailed and I knew, at that point, that it was not Liza at the end of my tongue. She bucked and twisted while I kept up the onslaught. Finally, she relaxed and I drank her juices while the deep muscles in my loins settled and the warm liquid of my balls inched down the length of my semi-turgid organ.
Then, it was another cock. It took the place of the last one. It felt larger, but it just felt good. It pumped into me with craziness, like it was attached to a machine. The cum that had been building inside of me started to drip out of the end of my cock. With each thrust, a drop. Cum streamed out of me and drifted in the hot desert air, like a gossamer spider web. It flew through the air in thin wisps. Unbeknownst to me, it dripped into Liza’s mouth and drifted across her face. She was there, underneath me, waiting, coating herself with me. The pussy in front of my face beckoned. The cock in my ass was ready to burst. It pumped; I licked. He groaned; I groaned. Cum leaked out of my cock in a constant, agonizing, ecstatic, gut-wrenching stream. I had to explode, but I couldn’t. It wouldn’t happen. There was just this excruciating, teasing, never-ending, aching, leak; a slow, inexorable, leak. The cock in my ass kept pumping, the clit at my tongue kept throbbing, the sticky cum from my balls kept filling the air, landing softly on Liza’s face.
Soon, the cock in my ass was pulled out and another load of cool cum sprayed across my ass. I thought I might get some relief. I thought that this was the end. I thought that someone would take my cock in their mouth and make me pass out with an earth-shattering orgasm. That didn’t happen. My ass was fucked for hours. Men fucked me. Women fucked me. Pussies changed places. I was tied and immobile and captive and a piece of fuck meat. Cum ran down my legs. A river of cum spewed out of the end of my cock, but I didn’t have an orgasm. I couldn’t until, finally, Liza gripped my balls in one hand and sucked me like a fiend, while a cock pumped deeply into my bowels. I screamed, just like she said I would. I screamed until my throat was raw. I screamed like I had just been fucked by every god that had been named. I don’t know who fucked me; I didn’t care.