A silence descended. I could see the visitors pondering what line they should take, until one at the back called out, ‘I’m willing to buy the hat.’
‘An auction! A splendid idea,’ Allison cried. ‘Start the bidding.’
A process began but so half-heartedly it suggested that no one had any particular interest. Eventually, when the price satisfied the auctioneer, she told me to take it to the highest bidder. I stood and walked slowly, poised on high heels. In the bunch I threaded sinuously through bodies that seemed to be packed together. Reaching the new owner I graciously offered him the chance to remove the hat and while he did so remained passive. The return journey was more difficult with the bodies pressing closer, permitting only a little room. Hard chests and arms brushed against my breasts, my buttocks and thighs until, breathless and flushed, I emerged from the pack and sat again at Allison’s side. Holding my hand affectionately she asked, ‘Is anyone interested in having her skirt?’
When Allison mentioned Harrods she gave me no clue that my clothes would be the objects for sale and I realised immediately where the process would lead. So did the men, and the bidding picked up rapidly. In a few moments my skirt had been sold and again I swivelled and turned through the bunch to reach the bidder. He insisted on a little space and knelt for a slow unzipping while his free hand explored my belly and thighs. The loose garment slid down my legs and as it settled around my ankles I stepped out, displaying stocking tops, suspenders and flashing flesh. Returning to the couch proved to be a squirming struggle with so many fingers from all directions touching my bared skin, and so many kisses on my cheeks and neck. How densely could six bodies stand together? As I cleared the edge and crossed the open space to the couch I knew that every eye would be staring at the taut gusset of tiny panties drawn tightly into my crotch, leaving the rounded slopes of my buttocks completely exposed. And when I sat I was aware of the fixed gazes along my thighs into the shadowed area.
‘You have made my niece very keen to disclose more. What should be next?’ She kept us all in suspense before adding, ‘I expect you would like to give Victoria the chance to show off her lingerie?’ A couple of the men nodded eagerly. ‘How delicious! Who wants her jacket?’
For my last outer garment the process speeded up vigorously with bids overlapping. At last, flaunting myself, I wriggled through the crowd to reach the buyer. Again the men separated for a clear view as the top came off and the purchaser took his opportunity to caress my shoulders and the length of my arms. With so many men standing so close how could I hope to stay calm? I breathed uncertainly, acutely conscious of the amount of flesh on display. In addition to tiny panties and stockings my only other covering was an underwired bra that jacked up my breasts and barely covered my areolae.
‘Time’s up!’
The men obeyed Allison’s call by providing narrow gaps to sidle through with twelve hands caressing my bared skin. By the time I reached sanctuary I was trembling but Allison would not let me sit. Instead she allowed the assembly to study the hard tug of lace over my pouch and the prominent rounded tops of my breasts above the bra. In addition she looped her arm around my buttocks, conveying to the men our intimacy.
‘We’re all getting nicely warm, aren’t we? As you can see, I won’t let her shave.’
Stricken, I glanced down at strands of pubic hair poking out of my panties.
‘Are you pleased you came up from the country, my dear?’
‘Oh yes, aunt,’ I choked.
‘It’s much more exciting than riding your pony. Gentlemen, you have uncovered one of Victoria’s secrets. She simply loves exhibitionism. Do you favour her in stockings and suspenders, or want them off?’ A majority voted for them to stay. ‘What would you like her to liberate next?’ An impatient consensus chose the bra. ‘I approve your choice. I happen to know that her rosy nipples are a glorious sight so I expect high bids.’
The amounts offered rated me topless at such a value that I began to consider setting up on my own. As tension mounted I walked again into the crowd. The bodies pressed closer than ever until I stood before a silver-haired man. ‘Look only at me,’ he said. ‘I’ve paid for the first sample.’ His arms circled my back, drawing me onto his chest, my arms splayed helplessly out to the sides. His fingers found the clasp, snapped it open, and my breasts slumped as the bra released. He stood back and gradually pulled it away from my chest. I tried breathing calmly to smooth their rise and fall, and watched his gleaming eyes. I began to enjoy myself through his pleasure before he turned me round to the waiting group. He gave them a few seconds to relish the sight and then, from behind, decided he’d bought more than a view. He cupped both my boobs in his palms and moved the supple bowls in heavy rotations. My distorted teats stuck out from between his fingers and my senses reeled. As I groaned, my back arched against his chest.
Allison permitted him a lengthy taster before calling, ‘Time!’
When the man let me go I had to get back to the couch but the packed figures fondled every part of me, front and back, as I attempted to wiggle through. The stimulation of their jackets’ coarse cloth on my sensitive peaks meant that by the time I reached safety they were jutting out invitingly, advertising my aroused state.
Again Allison kept me standing. ‘There, you see? You are having a riotous effect on my niece’s body and I expect by now she is leaking down here. Shall I find out?’
Staring at my remaining garment, the men agreed. From the rear Allison’s hand snuggled between my thighs and slid to and fro along my labia through the cloth. I clutched her shoulder, straining at the manipulation with strangers watching. ‘Oh, yes, she’s nicely wet.’ Provoked by her stimulation it may have been true, and my face showed it, but without being asked the bidding started urgently. Were these real or pretend amounts of money? At the end I tottered back into the lion’s den and I must have been nudged in the right direction. When I reached the buyer he also knelt at my feet and took hold of the waistband. Teasing himself, or getting his money’s worth, he dragged down the flimsy garment very slowly. When it dropped to the floor his palms enclosed my haunches and their pressure forced me onto his face. He breathed my scent and worked his lips in my pubic hair as if he wanted to adore my cunt. I’d never had anyone do that before and it made me feel proud; arrogant too. He began –
‘Time!’
The man stood, leaving me swaying giddily. I don’t recall the return journey except for complete susceptibility to every brush of fabric, wandering hand or pinching fingers, and the fleeting kisses to neck and shoulders. They regarded my body as belonging to them more than to me and everyone wanted a piece. I struggled onwards, almost tearing myself out of the grips that could easily have swallowed me up.
As I staggered to Allison’s side she reported to the group, ‘Victoria really enjoyed your attention – I have never seen her so terribly roused. My dear, do have a rest. Lean on my knees.’ Facing her, I inclined forwards, head low, acutely aware of presenting my rear view to many eyes. Silently, Allison allowed them a good look. Then: ‘Who would like to open her?’
I heard a quiet tussle then bodies against me. From either side hands spread my legs and sets of fingers groped in the folds of my labia, now definitely wet with lubrication, and pulled them apart. A cold wave swept over me. Everyone would see beyond the spread tissues into my dark channel. I couldn’t imagine any exposure more humiliating. Firmly gripped on both sides, I moaned aloud and writhed wretchedly.
‘She loves it,’ Allison whispered to the men holding me. Vengefully I dug my nails in her thighs, causing her to yelp in alarm. Before I could repeat the action a fleshy club invaded my entrance and pressed hard. With one smooth glide to the hilt a hairy groin impacted my rump. The raider’s force rocked me to and fro while I clung desperately to Allison’s legs. At each inward thrust his pendulous balls banged my clit and I gasped painfully at each strike on the sensitive bud. The sliding shaft seemed to be of unusual girth, stretching my vagina’s walls, but as it
continued I started to climb towards a glorious peak of ecstatic release. In a few more strokes the inexorable surge would carry –
He stopped and held himself rigidly, his cock in spasms, pouring its seed deep inside me.
Dimly, I heard Allison cry: ‘Vicky welcomes you all.’
Dragged away from her lap I was bundled onto the white rug and laid down. Fingers thrust into my belly, dragged out a package of sperm and wiped it over my breasts, like a sort of ‘blooding’ at the end of a hunt. The crush of bodies, some clothed and others naked, pressed so close I could see nothing at all of any surroundings. They captured me, imprisoned me, in a wall of moving flesh and more reddened rampant cocks than I’d seen before at one time. And they all wanted to penetrate me without fussing about a particular aperture. One reoccupied my sex while another man straddled my chest and moved up until his thighs pressed the sides of my head. Shadowed under his belly his livid member stuffed my mouth and my nostrils filled with a strong masculine scent. Hands clawed at my breasts and multitudes of competing sensations unravelled my senses. Unable to control anything I could not predict the next touch, or lunge, or revolution onto my front for another shaft to enter my rear. Following my body’s instinctive urge I could only breathe in harsh gasps and revealed my own carnality, occasionally snarling in response to the hammer blows. Braided into the maelstrom I occasionally glimpsed Allison watching it all with burning eyes and a rapt expression. Scorched in shame I heard her say, ‘I had no idea that Vicky’s a nymphomaniac. She’s insatiable.’
The constant changes and varying positions bewildered me. All my confused impressions were of raw lust and the opening, and the hasty thrusts, or a stifling gag of rigid flesh and the flood of semen I had to swallow. As my panting eager body strained beneath them the mounting heat of sexual arousal combined with my churning emotions. One of them masturbated, dragging his flesh in his bunched fist with frightening barbarity and spouting his hot viscous load over my face. The bodies were so big and hard, built like teak blocks, and pinned in the centre there was only me convulsing and, though younger than them, more frail at every penetration sapping my fading energy.
Unexpectedly the violent energies faded away and a hush descended. Sprawled out on the floor I resembled an accident victim, legs wide, throbbing and sore, and reeking of mixtures of spunk. But as my senses returned and gradually assembled to consciousness I swelled with a new kind of emotion. I felt proud of my power, and proud of my ardour, full out at fever-pitch. And proud too of the tattered remnants of spirit when I crawled around, searching for any penis with a spark of life that could still be roused in the heat of my mouth.
Hours later I found Allison in her bathroom with mirrored walls. She lay in a deep tub of soapy foam with globs and smears over her breasts. While she chatted on her mobile phone, one leg hooked over the rim, I gazed around at multiple reflections of her head and arm. Then I realised she was recounting to one of her friends the events of the afternoon, describing the ways the men had used me and my own enthusiasm for more. I snuggled my hand under her raised leg, sliding around the smooth wet surfaces until my fingertips encountered her slit. As she continued to talk, panting and gulping in the middle of sentences, I probed her passage in a gentle finger-fuck.
When the phone snapped shut she gasped explosively as if she’d been holding herself under tight control. ‘How cruel you are,’ she protested.
‘Stand up and lean forwards. I want to see you in the same way as you let the men look at me.’
‘Do you hope for an apology? I cannot. It was truly wonderful to observe a persistent fantasy. I suppose for you, however, on the receiving end it did present quite a demanding challenge.’
‘That comes nowhere close.’
Allison smiled bravely. ‘Oh well, it’s only fair to give you some fun in exchange. Assist me.’
I tugged a languid arm and hauled her upright. Foam streamed down her lean form, creamy patches dripped from her crests, and her flat belly glittered in crystal light. As she turned and assumed the pose I gazed at the wads of white foam clogging her anal hole and drooping from the dark tissues of her glistening lips like obscene drooping fangs. I’d never seen anything so compulsively sexual and after a moment, strangely affected, I embedded two fingers up to the knuckles in soft wet heat. Through a silent interval the only sound was the quiet slick, slick, of juice as I pushed in and out.
‘You enjoy fingering me,’ Allison panted. ‘Shall I put you on the roster for daily sucking?’
‘I have a better plan. One of those men you left me with wants me again in a couple of days.’
‘You know I don’t allow you to freelance.’
‘I said I would consider it, on one condition.’
‘And what is that?’
‘That he fucks you first. I told him this tight hole would grip his cock like a leech, and that age makes you like seasoned wine.’
Allison writhed and gasped, ‘I hope he didn’t agree.’
‘He did, immediately.’
‘That is not one of my fantasies.’
‘But it’s one of mine. And I intend to watch, as you do to me. After that I’ll find you another.’ I concentrated all my attention on the stiff bud of her clitoris, rotating it unmercifully. ‘I should thank you for teaching me one thing this afternoon.’
‘Yes?’ Allison gasped faintly, unable to concentrate.
‘There’s a huge difference between acting sexual and being sexual. So I’m moving on.’
‘Oh, Bridie! Ah! Oh! Ooooh …’
‘Now I’m in it for real.’
– Bridie Mohan, Knightsbridge, London, UK
My Wife is a Lesbian
‘What the frig is this?’ I exclaimed.
Carol came running. I guess she thought I’d found another spider. The hairy little buggers are not a big favourite of mine and she knows I need help when dealing with them. She burst into the room, momentarily dishevelled, and saw I was holding a silver disc. Usually Carol holds herself with the deportment of a catwalk model. She’s 5’11”, taller in her customary heels, and, although she’s twenty years older than me, she’s the one who always turns heads and inspires the wolf-whistles whenever we are out together. I don’t know if it’s the lemon-blonde hair, the slender waist or her ample boobs. I only know that I would love to look half as good as her when I reach forty. We’ve been best friends since Philip and I moved into the house next door two years ago.
‘What the frig is what?’ Carol asked. She was already regaining her composure, clearly realising this was not a spider emergency. Manicured nails brushed stray locks from her otherwise immaculate fringe.
‘This?’ I demanded, waving the disc at her.
She blinked. ‘It looks like a CD or a DVD,’ she said coolly. ‘They’re a marvellous invention of modern technology that can either play –’
I pursed my lips. ‘I can see it’s a DVD,’ I snapped. ‘I can also see it has the word PORN written on it. I want to know why it’s in my house?’
Carol raised an eyebrow. ‘I’m not trying to pretend that I’m Sherlock Holmes,’ she began dryly. ‘But if you’ve not been watching it, then it sounds like Philip’s been enjoying a bluey.’ Her pristine smile broke to reveal sparkling white teeth. ‘It’s elementary, my dear Watson.’ She frowned and asked, ‘You don’t mind him watching blue movies, do you?’
I paused, not sure how to answer that one. As naïve as it sounds, I’d never had the chance to watch porn of any description. It wasn’t something I ever saw before meeting Philip and, since marrying, the opportunity had never arisen. However, the idea that Philip was doing something sexual that didn’t involve me seemed like an act of betrayal. I could feel tears on the lower lids of my eyes and I covered my face to hide my distress.
‘You’re upset,’ Carol exclaimed. Her tone was rich with genuine sympathy. She folded me in a maternal embrace. ‘That is so sweet,’ she gushed. ‘No wonder I find you so adorable.’
I pulled out of the hu
g. ‘It’s not sweet. And it’s not adorable. It’s frigging horrible. Why would Philip need to look at a pornographic movie?’
Carol shrugged. ‘Masturbatory fodder?’
‘Why would he want to keep it hidden from me?’
She didn’t answer.
I tossed the DVD onto a chair and then collapsed on the settee. ‘Filthy piece of frigging filth,’ I spat. ‘He’s a bastard. How can he do that to me?’
‘It’s only a bluey,’ Carol said, sitting beside me. Her tone was soothing and she made me feel as though I was blowing the discovery out of proportion. She reached for the DVD, picked it up and asked, ‘Fancy glancing at Philip’s masturbatory fodder? It might help put things in perspective.’
I blushed, horrified she had made the suggestion. ‘You wouldn’t really want to watch a pornographic movie, would you?’
Carol laughed with mock disdain. ‘I’ve watched them before,’ she grinned. Kneeling on the floor, as she pushed the DVD into the slot on the front of the machine and pressed play, she said, ‘Hell! I’ve even sta–’ She stopped abruptly and turned back to grin at me. ‘I’ve got no problems watching it,’ she said calmly. ‘I enjoy the occasional porn flick.’
And then we were sitting next to each other as the film came onto the TV screen. I wondered what she had been about to say, dismissing the idea that she was about to confess she had starred in a pornographic film and deciding it was more likely she would have said she had started watching them with her husband, or stayed in some glamorous location where a pornographic film had been made. There was little time for me to dwell on what Carol might have said because, as soon as the film began, I couldn’t tear my eyes from the screen.
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