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moments when her cock slid out of my throat.
    Brooke slicked up her hand and I felt her fingers forcing their way into my ass. I squealed deep in my throat behind Gina’s cock, but my wife wasn’t interested in my protests.
    “Look, the little piggy’s still hard,” she said, her free hand caressing my balls and stroking my shaft. “He’s always wanted me to make him my bitch. Isn’t that right, Bob?”
    “Of course he has,” Gina answered for me. “Why do you think he’s such an asshole all the time? He knew if he was enough of a dick you’d finally snap—if he pushed hard enough you’d eventually flip him. He’s been waiting for it all these years, baby.”
    “Oh, yeah, darling,” sighed Brooke, stroking my cock. “This is what you’ve always needed, isn’t it? To be ass-fucked and raped in your throat?”
    There was no answer possible—and Brooke didn’t care.
    She was pumping her fingers deep into my ass, moving them in circles so my ass stretched wider with each stroke. “That’s two fingers,” she said. “Now let’s try three. Think you can take it, Bob?”
    Gina was still pinching my nose and fucking my throat; there was no chance of my giving an answer. All I could do was lie there as my wife forced three fingers into my tight ass, stretching me open. She added more lube and chuckled.
    “I think this little pig is going to take more. He’s lucky I’ve got small hands. Here’s four, darling. Open wide!”
    With that, Brooke roughly shoved four fingers into my ass. I felt my sphincter stretching, my ass opened wide by her hand. I struggled against the bonds, but with all four limbs tied and Gina deep in my throat, there was little I could do. I felt more lube being poured between my cheeks, and my ass stretched further as my wife began to fuck it roughly with her hand.
    “Think I can get my fist in here?” asked Brooke playfully. “I don’t know, he’s pretty tight-assed….”
    “Oh, you can get it in there,” laughed Gina. “If you shove hard enough.”
    I uttered a helpless groan of protest as I felt my ass stretching still more. Brooke forced her thumb into me, pointing her fingers just so, pumping in and out as she added still more lube, twisting her hand in rapidly widening circular motions as she forced my ass open.
    “Get ready, darling,” she cooed. “You’re about to become my fucking bitch. They say a man’s never the same after he’s been fucked in the ass. I bet it’s even truer once he takes a fist in there.”
    I squealed, and Gina pinched my nose harder, ramming her cock deep into my throat to shut me up. Brooke shoved, and I felt my asshole stretching, protesting—and then giving way. Her hand sank into me and my whole body shuddered as I took her fist. I heard Brooke giggling, and Gina leaned over me so she could high-five Brooke’s free hand. I felt lube splattering over my ass. Brooke pushed deeper into me, her fist filling me, sliding in, I thought, almost to the elbow.
    “Sweet Jesus,” said Brooke, stroking my cock. “He’s still hard.”
    “Think he deserves a hand job?” asked Gina.
    “Absolutely not. Untie his hands.”
    Gina’s cock was still deep in my throat as she leaned over and pulled the buckles open. My hands hung limp, my arms stretched out to the side. I didn’t move, afraid Brooke’s hand in my ass would hurt me if I tried.
    And afraid the pleasure flowing through me would stop.
    I’d never been fucked in the ass before. I’d certainly never been fisted. And I’d never dreamed it could make my cock so fucking hard.
    I felt Brooke’s hand against the head of my cock. She used her fingers to guide the tight stretch of a condom down my shaft.
    “Beat off, darling,” she said. “Beat off with my fist in your ass.”
    I didn’t move, just lay there, not believing what was happening as Gina slowly eased her cock out until the head rested between my lips. I couldn’t move. I was frozen. It was one thing to be violated by my