My College Years

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INTRODUCTION

I had left my home town for the first time to go to college. I was still in state -- my parents aren't wealthy -- but nevertheless nearly three hundred miles from where I had grown up and most people I knew.

It had been a nightmare finding accommodation. But luckily my Dad had a good friend who lived in the city where my college was located. He had kindly offered me a room in the house he inhabited alone, his wife having died a few years earlier.

His name is David and he became both a father figure for me and my first guide into the realm of sexuality. But my tale starts not with a person, but with a thing. It starts with...

PART I

THE MACHINE

It was the summer break between my sophomore and junior years. It was hot and the days were long. Many of my friends were vacationing or back home with their families. All of which meant more time for me with my new 'family,' which for just under two years had consisted mostly of David and his group of friends.

I think it's fair to say that David and I got along well and enjoyed each other's company; I was lucky that way. However, he also had to work and, as the warm days rolled by, I found myself more and more in need of a distraction, of something new. David sensed it, he always picked up on my moods. He hatched a plan to help. David's plans for me tended to be unconventional and this one was no exception.

He told me a bit about what he had in mind as we drove to our destination, but thepièce de résistancewas a total surprise.

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Rian, David's bar friend, really was very creative. He had been the one who brought to life several of the twisted ideas emanating from either David's mind, or from those of his co-conspirators. Most of these ideas had led to me being used and abused in some way. Not that I was complaining, I don't normally complain, unless it is aboutnotbeing used and abused. But this new contraption was all Rian's own work, from concept, to design, to realization. He had outdone himself.

The bigger parts had probably come from some junk yard. I had had enough experience with the output of Rian's 3D printer to recognize its handiwork in places. Some of the other components were clearly from the store. The store behind which the room we were now standing in was located.

The overall impression was of a large cable drum, or rather two different sized ones that had been joined together. Indeed maybe that was just what they had been in an earlier life. The lower section had a wide disk, maybe eight foot across, which was bolted securely to the floor. From this a central cylinder rose to meet an upper disk, which was smaller, about four foot in diameter.

Somehow things had been arranged so that the top disk could spin on the lower section. When Rian gave it a tug, it moved smoothly round with a low swish of ball bearings. It took a second or so to stop rotating when he let it go. Based on how much effort Rian had used, I judged it to be quite heavy.

But it was not the general mechanics that I noticed, rather the finer details. The upper disk was padded in some black material; my nostrils alerted me to it being leather. On one side, shiny metal lithotomy stirrups, with padded leg rests, had been fixed, conveying a gynecological impression. However, I noted that gynecologists seldom used padlocks. Also the distance between the two foot rests seemed wider than usual.

Between the stirrups, a curved section had been removed from the upper disk, making it look like the start of an eclipse. Antipodal to this, another section had also been cut out and housed something akin to the headrest from an airline seat; but one that was tilted back below the plane of the upper disk. Once again, I doubted that many airlines used black leather and I was yet to see what appeared to be a neck belt on a plane.

If the stirrups were south and the headrest north, then a bit above the equator and to the east and west were two short chains, ending in leather wrist cuffs; they were identical to the well-used ones David had instructed me to buy in the adjacent room almost a year ago. Finally, spanning the center, was another buckled leather belt, rather wider and longer than the one near the headrest.

Looking more closely, I saw that the padded leather was punctured here and there by small shiny squares, each with a hole in the center. Designed to add other attachments I assumed, though, as none were in use, it was hard to be sure.

The machine was not subtle. Even the most innocent of minds would probably have dimly glimpsed its purpose. Falling somewhat short of innocence myself, the intent was crystal-clear. I began to detect the familiar presence of two countervailing feelings: trepidation and anticipation.

I say countervailing, but in truth, each feeling intensified the other one. They were two sides of the same coin.

I noticed a slight warble in my voice as I spoke, betraying my mental state. "Well Rian, it's very... er... impressive. You must be proud of yourself."

Rian beamed. "She's a beauty, isn't she? Want to try her?"

David had taken an afternoon off work to come with me to the grand unveiling. "It looks really comfortable and Rian tells me he tailored it to your measurements. But he can make adjustments if you like."

I turned to answer Rian's earlier question. "Just try stopping me."

I spoke lightly, but part of me did wonder whether I would be able to cope with what lay ahead. 'I always do,' I told myself. 'This is really no different to other times.'

But it felt different. The vacuum that had opened up in my stomach told me as much; so did the slight trembling of my hands as Rian steadied the turning platform and I climbed on to it.

I guess Rian had not planned for me to be wearing skinny jeans and I'm not convinced that I struck much of an elegant figure as I mounted the disk on all fours. Turning to lie on my back, I wriggled my head into the right position and sunk into the headrest. I ended up eyeing one of the walls upside down, my neck arching backwards.

Rian stepped forward to show me how his machine worked. "It's adjustable Em. That's the lowest position. Let me tilt it up so you can see better."

I raised my head and Rian slid out a spring-loaded bolt, letting it snick home again once he had moved the headrest. Nestling back into it, I could now see what I was doing with the lower half of my body. I raised my legs and tried to place them on the padded stirrups. Again skinny jeans were less than ideal attire.

I decided to be proactive. "Screw this. Hold this thing still will you?"

I climbed down to the floor, slipped off my sneakers, undid my jeans and slid them down. I managed to dislodge my thong in the process and so decided to lose it as well.

"Don't gawp Rian, it's not like you have never seen my pussy before, is it?"

David was also staring at me, with even less excuse. I rolled my eyes, and said, "Oh what the hell, let's make this realistic shall we?"

I pulled my tank top over my head - I seldom wore a bra in those days, it wasn't a necessity - and took my socks off.

"Let's try again, shall we?"

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DRY RUN

Now being naked, the task of arranging myself on the circular platform became somewhat easier. I spread my legs and rested them in the stirrups. Wriggling a bit again, I made myself at home.

As ever, David took control. "Well this seems to have turned into a dry run. Are you comfortable Em? Good. Then shall we check everything else, Rian?"

In response, Rian wrapped the stirrup pad over my left calf, lining up two metal-reinforced holes through which he threaded a padlock and closed it. He did the same with my right leg. The lowest parts of the flexible pads were attached to the metal and so my legs were firmly immobilized. Meanwhile, David, with a practiced efficiency, slipped the wrist-cuffs on to me and tightened them.

Rian leaned over me, pulled the two central belt sections together and buckled them tightly, but not uncomfortably, across the top of my stomach, just above my belly button. David did the same with the collar and I was now fully restrained, fully naked and with my legs both raised and fully open.

Rian was clearly keen for me to approve of his work. "Are you still comfortable Em? Does anything need adjusting?"

"It's perfect Rian. Can you tilt my head back again. I'd like to check that the orientation is right."

Rian adjusted the headrest again. I felt my neck stretching and my throat and mouth aligning.

My initial assessment was positive. "It feels fine and I think the angle is good. But I don't want to find out there is a problem on the big night."

Looking at David, I said, "Do you mind? Sorry Rian, you are so curved. It's a bit much in my throat."

Rian was a little crestfallen. I felt bad for him. "Oh don't look like that. I love your new machine. If David takes this end of me, why don't you take the other. Your curved cock feels nice in my pussy."

That cheered him up no end, as I had expected.

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I watched as both upside-down men undressed. There was little else I could do if truth be told. They seemed to be talking about something in hushed tones, how rude with a lady present!

Predictably both were already erect. Rian's cock was indeed curved. It was a decent size, maybe seven inches as compared to David's eight plus, but he didn't have David's girth. Also, where David was straight as an arrow, the corresponding simile for Rian would involve a banana. Unlike David, he was circumcised, which if anything accentuated the effect.

Undressing and whispering finished, Rian wandered round to the other side of the platform, out of my sight. But I could sense that he was now standing to the south of me and, by virtue of the cut-out section between the stirrups, close to my wide-open crotch.

David approached me from the North. His groin was at the perfect height. I opened my mouth wide to receive him as I had so many times. His bulbous glans brushed my lips and then he pushed it into my mouth with the ease of long familiarity.

I was expecting to be penetrated simultaneously by Rian, so it was a massive jolt when he instead slapped my pussy hard with his hand. I would have yelled, but my mouth was too full of cock. Instead, my eyes widened and my whole body jerked.

David seemed to like the sensation, which he took as encouragement to push further into my mouth, nearing my throat. Rian slapped me again. I was used to punishment, but this had taken me off guard and I have to say had destabilized me a little.

Another slap. Again I spasmed and again David took my twitching as a sign to push deeper. His glans was now entirely in my throat, but I knew there was more to come. A fourth slap, I was getting very sore now and imagined that my pussy would be glowing red. David eased the rest of his cock all the way in, and his balls rested against my nose. I was spreadeagled, tightly restrained, and now impaled orally on a large cock.

Slap, slap slap!

I arched my back violently with each blow, but the belt mostly held me in place. 'Enough, just fuck me won't you Rian,' I thought urgently. But it is hard to convey messages when your throat is full of cock.

The extra abuse of my poor pussy seemed to be a sign to David, who started to face-fuck me; drawing out a couple of inches and easing his whole length into me again. His pace was slow at first, but he picked up speed and the length of his strokes also increased. Rian clearly knew what he was doing, my head was perfectly aligned so as to let David probe my throat deeply with minimal resistance.

I always got a little Zen when being deep-throated. I let it all wash over me and went with the flow, save for trying to suppress my well-trained gag reflex. I knew I wanted to please David, and felt warm, cared for, almost internally caressed, as my throat muscles were stretched. Even so, I could feel tears form in my eyes and trickle down my forehead and into my hair. At the other end of me, things were far from Zen.

I felt a slight vibration in the platform. Was Rian moving? I jerked as fingers pinched a nipple and pulled. I thrashed as a hot pain seemed to pierce it.

'He's fucking clamping my nipples. Ow, that's a really strong spring.' I wanted to take very deep breaths, but David kept constricting my nostrils as he slapped his groin onto my up-turned face. The second side, 'no, no, no, I can't take it!' I almost passed out, but - as always - I adjusted to the pain. It didn't lessen, but I embraced it and tried refocusing it to my clit.

'I'm being a good girl and taking David's cock deep in my throat, that's what is important. Don't let the excruciating pressure on your nipples spoil what you are doing for David. You can do this.'

Slap, slap, slap!

'Fuck! This again?' My pussy felt raw, each new blow burnt. But, as ever, the pain, which mingled with the stinging of my breasts, was also turning me on. I could sense juices begin to ooze out of my vaginal opening. My clit was throbbing. The feeling that I was opening up my throat to David, while my vagina and nipples were being tortured, made me hyper-aroused.

Slap, slap, slap!

Tears were now pouring. Maybe this was too much, even for me.

But now he was in me. Rian sunk his whole length into my pussy. I was sopping wet and took him easily. He started to fuck me and I could feel his bendy cock put pressure on the front wall of my vagina. Nothing was like David's cock, but the shape of Rian's dick gave me something David couldn't.

Restrained, abused, in pain, and being fucked hard at both ends of my body, I did what any girl would do, I came hard. I wanted to twist and turn, but the restraints and the two cocks that impaled me meant I couldn't. That intensified my pleasure even more. I felt my climax in my clamped nipples, in my stretched throat, deep in my cock-filled pussy, but - most of all - centered on my clit. I felt warm liquid rush from my vagina as I spasmed while still being held firmly in place.

As my violent orgasm subsided, both David and Rian withdrew and I felt a new sensation, the room started spinning. I had cum hard, but what the fuck? And then my brain started to work again. Of course the whole point of the platform was that it rotated.

David's cock, dripping with saliva and mucus, disappeared from view and Rian's appeared.

Gasping slightly, I managed to speak. "Rian, you are soaked. Did I do that to you?"

I gazed up at his inverted face from my supine position. It was partly obscured by his cock, which was covered in both pussy juice and my ejaculate. His stomach seemed to have taken the brunt of my squirting. The head of his cock glistened and I could see him twitch and throb.

But I was also pissed with him. "Rian you are a fucking bastard. My pussy is raw and you set the tension on those clamps too high, you rank amateur. They are going to cut my nipples in half. Take them off now!"

Rian leaned forward, picked up the chain running between the two clamps and pulled it upwards. I screamed, while he said, "What were you saying Em?"

I whimpered my contrite reply. "Nothing, please don't pull."

Rian slackened the chain, but before I could get over the new level of pain he had inflicted on me, he tugged it up again, this time harder. I couldn't see with my head tilted, but I imagined my nipples being distended, stretched. Fuck that hurt.

I pleaded. "David, please, make Rian stop."

Calmly, David replied. "You know the words angel."

When I didn't speak, David pushed the tip of his cock into my pussy and slid halfway in. That felt so good, almost making me forget that my breasts were burning. But David had other things in mind. He withdrew stickily, dipped two fingers into my higher opening, twisted them round, and pulled them out covered with my slime. He then rubbed my emissions over and into my lower opening.

I knew what to expect but had thought that David would go slowly like he normally did. Instead, he pushed his head into me with his thumb and immediately thrust forward, giving me five of his eight inches all in one go. I screamed louder. I struggled, but there was no way I could resist his intense anal invasion. Rian pulled harder. Then David pushed again, and I took all of him up my ass, his balls slapping against me, his pubis pressing on my reddened pussy. David's cock was always a lot to take, but he felt even bigger today, even harder.

I was now sobbing, my throat, pussy, and ass had all been used and abused. My nipples might never be the same shape again, that's if Rian didn't pull them entirely off of my breasts. He jerked again and I wailed, the tears now a flood. My body shook with emotion. Even for an experienced person like me, there was something about this assault on my young body that knocked me off balance. I wasn't handling things too well.

David started to fuck me roughly, taking six inches out of my ass and slamming them back in. At least he also rubbed my clit, giving me some comfort. Still yanking on the chain, Rian put his hand across my chin and pinched my cheeks hard with thumb and forefinger, making me open my mouth wide. He moved his feet and hips positioning himself with his cock just outside my now gaping mouth. Then he too lunged forwards.

He got it wrong and his cock hit my lip and slipped across my cheek. He realigned and this time stabbed my mouth with his first three inches.

Releasing his grip on both my face and the chain, he held my cheeks and leaned the weight of his body on to me. I struggled as his distorted cock pushed further into my mouth. The pressure on my hard palette was just about OK. But, when he reached the opening of my throat, his tip was higher than it should be and he had to push hard before it slid in. The upwards force on my throat muscles was too much. I slapped the platform with my restrained hand five times rapidly and he pulled out at the prearranged signal.

I turned my head as much as the headrest and neck restraint allowed, coughed and spluttered, feeling myself retch and vomit fill my mouth. I spat. My mouth tasted sour.

I felt David pause his ass-fucking. "You OK Em? Rian for fuck's sake that's Emily, not some whore!"

I felt more embarrassed than anything, this wasn't my first restrained threesome. I felt I was being a bit of a baby about things. "It's OK David. I didn't tell him not to."

I looked up at Rian. "It's OK, hun."

I turned my attention back to David. "How am I meant to get through what you have planned for Saturday night if you get all bent out of shape and protective each time I gag a bit? Don't you think that might happen once or twice on the night?"

It was David's turn to sound contrite. "OK, you may have a point, sorry Rian. Sorry Em."

With boundaries reset, I addressed Rian. "OK, let's go again but try to angle it down a bit more. Also the clamps really are adjusted wrong. Can you take them off please? It's not pleasurable at all."

Sheepishly Rian did as I said. He would never be a natural dom and knew it. I screamed louder than before when he took the clamps off and blood flooded back into my nipples. David started to ass-fuck me again in a comforting sort of way. I opened my mouth and nodded to Rian.

No impulsive thrusting this time. Rian gently eased his bendy cock into my mouth, holding the root with his hand and doing his best to keep it horizontal. I closed my eyes and tried to relax, the rhythmic stimulation of my ass from David helped.

You Spin Me Round

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