Graduation Day Part 2.

I wanted my release also but they kept stopping right before I could cum. My whole body was on flames, not knowing when it could finally rest. It was torture, but sweet torture. I had never explored this side of me before, and I was thinking I might like it.

"Well, Glen, do you think it's dry yet?"

"I don't think so, but it's starting to get dark in here. I think we need to light a candle. Hey, why don't we watch a porno while we wait for it to dry? Here's one. "Junkyard Dykes." A friend of mine said it was kinda hilarious but made good use of tools. Pop it in George and I'll light a candle."

Soon I felt something being put on my ass and heard the sound of a match. Glenn leaned in towards me and once again reminded me if I ever wanted to get off, I'd better do exactly as they said. I whimpered but otherwise kept quiet. Then I felt it. The drip of wax on my ass cheek. Glenn had dropped some wax to act as a holder for the candle. Soon he had enough wax to hold up the candle so he could anchor it. I could feel the wax first burning then solidifying. I could also feel the heat from the flame. That HAD to have been a short candle. When will they put it out? How long can it "safely" burn? My thighs were trembling by now and my whole body was tense. I didn't want the candle to spill and burn me (or cause a fire in the apartment). Then I heard the movie. I was the one who told Glenn about this movie. It wasn't my normal type of movie, but it intrigued me. The junkyard owner was a woman who turned her power tools into toys for her and her employees. The power drill had been converted into a power driven dildo, the chains hooked up to, not cars, but people, etc. Glenn knew I would hear and could also follow the story line since I had already seen it. I could hear the moans, the gasps, and the slutty words that the movie provided as a backdrop. I could hear Glenn and George discuss various parts and even back up to watch a part or two over again.

All I could do was listen, wait, and hope I wouldn't come. When I came, I knew it wouldn't be a quiet release. My legs were already burning from the effort to hold back. I had to clench my ass because by now the candle had started to drip onto my abused flesh. Each drip caused a brief moment of pain and then quickly subsided soon to be followed by another drip. The movie had ended, but not before I heard Glenn and George get off. How can they have anything left? When is it my turn? How much more do I have to suffer?

Soon the guys came over by my side again.

"Hmmm. Doesn't this look a little dry? I think we need to wax it before we clean it up." Glenn? George? In my heightened state, I was never sure which one spoke. I heard the tone, I heard the voice so I knew where they were, but the voices became indistinguishable.

"Maybe. I have some wax close by!" They both laughed at their ingenuity and soon I felt the candle being lifted. Finally. I was worrying that it would burn down and I'd get burned. They had, of course, other plans. They picked up the candle and as one moved the candle around my body, the other would rub it into my skin. There wasn't any part of my skin that seemed to be safe. They started at my neck and first laid down a trail of wax down my spine. They must have changed candles because this one burned hotter. Drip by drip, they continued this torture. Then they came to my ass. I could feel somebody's finger inserted into my ass. It might have felt good if it had been lubricated, but not this time. The finger intruded and started to twist and turn trying to wide the hole. Soon another finger was inserted and I felt myself being stretched to the limits. I tried to cry out, but the ball gag was still in place. I tried to move away from the offending fingers, but I was firmly held in place. The fingers started to separate into a "v" and I bucked. I couldn't help it. My ass wasn't used to this treatment. I wanted the fingers out. But, once again, I was reminded that what I wanted didn't matter tonight. Yes, the fingers were removed but only to be soon replaced with the candle. Not slowly, like it should have been, but all in one swoop. I suppose that they burned out the flame, but I wasn't sure. I felt the pain, I saw a blind light go off inside my head and I must have blacked out.

When I came to, they were still at it. This time, they were using the candle as a dildo. Someone must have gotten jealous or bored, because all of a sudden somebody's hands were inside my cunt. No pretending, not much gentleness, just pure lust. I must have moved because I heard "Ok, she's back with us". Then the SERIOUS fucking began. The candle kept up a rhythm that the hand seemed to match. First a couple of fingers in my cunt, then before I knew it, a whole first was in. It's a good thing the ball gag was in, because I screamed. I know I did, I could hear myself. But the only thing that came out was a squeak. "Oh man, look at this. I'm inserted up past my wrist. Unlock the cuffs, man, I want some hand action." "Ok, but here, keep up the candle."

I felt a moment of release as the handcuffs were removed and then the pain as blood flowed back through my arms and hands. "Come o bitch, put those hands to good use." I felt my hands being guided to a cock and knew it was George's. Soon Glenn picked up my other hand and put it on his cock. "Ok, here's the deal. You set the pace. We'll allow you to come, but we'll only move the candle or fist in your cunt when you move your hands on our cocks. When we come, you can come. If you come before we do." He never did finish that sentence. He didn't have too. I didn't want to think what would be the punishment.

Soon I was pulling on their cocks trying to get them to bring me off. When I pulled hard, the fist was shoved into my cunt. When I slowed down, they stopped. I couldn't stand it anymore. I pulled on their cocks trying to set up a rhythm. Soon my hands were like pistons going up and down on their cocks. Faster and faster. I knew that I was close to coming, but I had to bring them off first. They were hard but not ready yet. Time to just work their heads. Maybe that would help. Taking my hand, I worked my way up the shaft to just the head. Then I used my fingers to roll around the head, covering it up, pulling on just the head, then down the shaft again. !Yes, that's it. Keep working it. Pull harder now. Harder! Let them feel the pain of what you are going through. As I was fisting them, they were fisting me. A vicious fist fest. All of our breathing was ragged, we were all close. Then they finally came. Great big shooting spurts of cum that landed on my naked body. I don't know which covered me more, the wax that was earlier spread on me or their cum. Either way, I was covered in white!

We all stayed where we were for a couple of minutes. My hands still on their cocks, afraid to move them in case I choose wrong. After they got their breaths back, I felt two sets of lips give ma gentle kiss on the cheek and my ball gag was removed. "Thanks friend." I heard Glenn whisper in my ear, "Not much more, hand in there." I moved my jaws but didn't make any sound. I was afraid to speak, to even nod. This was as close to freedom as I had gotten all day. I was afraid to jeopardize it.

Glenn and George got up first. Then they helped me to my feet. I think we all needed a break by then because they were very gentle with me. I could hardly move and each movement caused me pain. Not a lot of it, but I knew that I would be bruised and feel this for days to come. I heard the shower turn on and hoped (dare I hope?) that I would get cleaned off. They helped me into the shower and soon I was being soaped and lathered up. It was my turn to be treated but even then the threat had its drawback. With the warm water running down my back, it felt better but between the massaging hands and suds, my body was started to respond again.

Can somebody die from sex? I didn't know but figured I might be the first to find out. My cunt lips were enflamed yet and sore, my ass was so stretched out I thought I'd be able to fit a horse up it and yeti was aroused. My nipples stood out, my breathing was starting to be affected and I'm sure, if we weren't in the shower, they'd know that my juices were starting to flow. Then I was joined in the shower by a body. I was told to use my body as the sponge and clean the person. I didn't need the blindfold off since sponges didn't have eyes.

Soap was put into my hands and I started to soap up my hands. Where was I to hold the soap while I cleaned whomever? They helped me with my dilemma. Somebody took the soap out of my hands (after they were soapy enough) and inserted it into my cunt. I should say my dry cunt, because that is what it was. Being in the water dried me out even though deep inside I was still moist. Soon I was soaping up the chest of George. It had to be George because I knew what Glenn felt like. Glenn wasn't this ripped. I took a great deal of pleasure in fingering George. I was like blind man learning Braille. There wasn't a crevice I left unshaped. With his hands on my shoulders, he forced me to the floor of the shower and towards his manhood. I soaped it like I had the rest of the body but before the water could wash it off; he pulled my head towards his cock. "I said I needed it cleaned, bitch>" Taking a big sigh, I started once again to administer a blowjob. My jaw ached, my body ached, and I still had to keep the soap inside my cunt.

My mouth worked its wonder all along his shaft. This time however, I didn't take any joy in giving a blowjob. I just wanted to sleep. I had reached my limits earlier but they wouldn't let me. I had to take his cock, which was growing larger by the minute, into my mouth.soap and all. Glenn thought he was helping me (I think) when he brought me to my knees and inserted his cock into my ass. "Come on, you're almost done. Clean him off and then you can clean me off.then rest." I heard the words but they didn't register. All I knew was that Glenn acted as the piston for my blowjob to George. Every time that Glenn slammed into me, I was forced to take George's cock all the way into my throat. When he pulled back he took hold of my hips and George's cock withdrew from my mouth. I had to hold onto George so that I wouldn't fall down. In and out, in and out. Each stroke causing pain until he finally came. I swallowed by instinct and collapsed onto the shower floor. Glenn was soon coming in my mass. With a swift hard spank on my ass, Glenn got up and changed places with George. George helped me to my feet and took out the soap from my cunt. "Here you go bitch. Do this right and you can rest." I knew the routine by now. It had been played out time and time again tonight. Almost without any conscious thought on my part, my hands picked up the soap and start5ed in on Glenn's body. First the chest, then the hips, then insert my mouth over his dick. I had become an automaton. When I had made my way to Glenn's cock, George had positioned himself over my abuse ass and inserted his fingers into my bruised cunt. George pulled out and Glenn's cock withdrew from my mouth. George slammed into me and his fingers and my mouth slammed forward.

Soon it became apparent that George couldn't use his cock and his hands to fuck me and keep himself standing at the same time. Reluctantly he took his hands out of my cunt to steady himself better and slammed me even harder into Glenn. That's all it took for Glenn and George to come. I was too sore to come and just wanted to collapse. I wasn't the only one. Still leaving the shower on, Glenn and George got out and all three of us made it to the bed. All three of us collapsed upon it and immediately fell into the sleep of the exhausted.

Sometime during the night George must have gotten up and went up to his apartment. When Glenn and I woke, Glenn made it to the shower to turn it off and came back to bed. I couldn't move and had to stay in his bed for 4 days while my body healed. He took care of me and kept thanking him for the most memorable graduation present (nay, the most memorable present ever) anybody had given him.

I think he wants a repeat sometime, but next time I'll be better prepared. Maybe I should reverse the roles for my birthday a couple of months down the road. I've heard that revenge can be sweet.