Starting Off Small

Selene's been daydreaming about a proper gangbang for weeks, but the thought of leaping straight from zero to twenty guys feels like going from training wheels to Formula One overnight. So she corners her two ride-or-die besties, Becky and Piper, and pops the question. Would they mind, you know, giving her the full shove-around treatment—just the three of them and a couple of strap-ons—instead of dragging in a whole rugby squad? They look at each other, shrug, grin. Of course. These girls would fistfight Death itself if she asked. Next thing Selene knows, Becky’s behind her sliding on a thick silicone dick while Piper positions herself by her head, the harness creaking with every step. No polite warm-ups, just a quick spit, a muttered “ready?” and she’s getting it from both ends, throat stuffed, ass stuffed, gagging and moaning while they find their rhythm. Positions change like clockwork—double-penetration until Selene’s eyes roll, then spitroast so one thrusts and the other reaches around to pinch her nipple. They crack jokes the whole time, celebrating every gasp and every new kink uncovered. She keeps muttering it still feels unreal, but her body’s already made its mind up.