by Bridy McAvoy
“Okay, Susie. If you would step up to the bed, please.”
Susie was very conscious of the near naked and highly aroused state of Bill in front of her as Phil issued his command.
“I want you to climb onto the bed, please, and lie in the middle of it on your back.”
Phil was phrasing them as polite requests but she knew that everyone knew they were actually commands. Breathing slowly in an attempt to calm herself, she brushed past Bill as she climbed onto the bed and settled into a prone position in the middle. She tried to keep the skirt from riding up but was perfectly aware that any time she parted her legs her panties would be on view to the video camera at the bottom of the bed. A level of relief moved through her as it was fairly obvious that Bill would not be repeating the spanking session he had just delivered to Lizzie.
“Just as with Carrie, Bill will be taking the lead. He knows the script so please just follow his lead.”
Bill had moved up onto the bed and was now lying very close to her side. He shuffled closer and she could feel his engorged penis radiating heat at her hip. She turned her face to look at him and wondered where she was supposed to put her hands. Phil had moved to one side and Andy to the other, and were both focusing on the couple’s faces on the bed—pretty clear signal that nothing would be happening below waist level for a while.
Bill reached one hand across to the back of her head and gently pulled it toward him. This time there was no gentle peck on the lips. When their lips met, his were already open and the tip of his tongue was probing for hers. In response, she reflexively opened her mouth to him and his tongue quickly invaded her mouth and began to fence with hers. Feeling that her hands were useless in the position they were in, and that they wouldn’t want a completely passive model, she moved the hand trapped between them up to caress his lower chest. Her other hand came up to gently remove his hand from her head and drew it downward to cup her breast. She held his hand in place while his fingers began to explore the offered soft mound of flesh.
He stopped kissing her and slowly lowered his mouth until he was nuzzling her neck. She arched her back slightly to stretch her neck to give him room to proceed and he slowly, painfully slowly, worked his way down toward her cleavage. After a minute or so of attention that had left her quite breathless, he levered himself up from her, looked at her and then down at her hands and, imperceptibly, jerked his head upward. The hint could mean only two things as far as she was concerned so she moved her hand off his belly and took the other off his which was still kneading her breast. She stretched them up over her head to grasp the metal of the bedstead and arched her back upward giving a very good impression of a young girl offering up her body. His hands snaked behind her neck in the gap made by her movement and, just as with the other two, quickly unhitched the straps of the halter neck and brought them round to the front.
He bent back down and began nuzzling at her ear, taking the opportunity to whisper to her.
“Keep hold with your hands.”
The straps of the top lay loosely at the top of her breasts and she was aware that, stretching her arms out like this, pulled her boobs into their most upright position available when lying prone. They jutted upward proudly, stretching the thin fabric of the top to the point where her now erect nipples were clearly visible through it. He trailed kisses from her neck down to where the top gaped open and continued lower, dragging the top slightly lower so that the tops of her breasts were now wholly visible.
He continued to trail his lips down her body over the top until he came to the skin bared between the hem of the top and the waistband of the skirt. It was all that Susie could do to stop her body writhing in ecstasy at his gentle touch. She had known he was a good fuck from the episode next to the swimming pool but he was certainly now proving to be a good lover, too.
He had shifted his attention further down and was beginning to trail his lips upward from her knee. All the while the two photographers were clicking shutters and she could hear the faint hum of the working video cameras, too. His lips were proceeding up the inside of her thighs and, as the flesh trembled underneath the featherlike caress, she could not help stretching her legs further apart, inviting his attention upward and inward.
His lips left her skin and she felt disappointed but immediately his hands were creeping up under the skirt on the outside of her thighs preparatory to pulling her panties down, revealing her love box. Her eyes closed, her breath quickened and her hips left the bed as he began to tug the thin wisp of fabric down from her hips. He pulled them down so that they were now below her buns and she allowed her ass to sink back to the bed prior to lifting her legs clear so he could slide them off. Instead, he let go for a moment and brushed the skirt up to her waist exposing her fine blonde curls to the air and the multitude of cameras.
She sucked in a breath as she vainly tried to prevent an orgasm occurring before anyone had even touched her slit, but her muscles convulsed as her emotions took flight. As she came down from the peak, she was aware that he was completing the process of drawing the panties down and off her feet. She had no memory of closing her legs together and lifting them to allow this. He completed the process and, by subtle pressure with his hands, told her to open her legs wide again. She did so, knowing that the exposure of her lower half was now complete. Instead of zeroing in on the target, he moved back to her torso and, gripping the edges of the halter top where it lay on the swell of her breasts, almost savagely yanked the top all the way down to her waist. Her clothing was now a mere strip across her waist. Her breasts stuck up proudly surmounted by her sensitive huge nipples and her legs were lewdly spread giving a clear view of her wet and leaking pussy.
Susie realized that Bill was moving and rustling around without touching her. With a start, she realized the boxers he had been wearing for all of the evenings shoots were now floating across her view and landing on her hands. He was now buck naked and, given the obvious signs of arousal she had seen before, was fairly certain what he would be doing next. However his next move took her completely by surprise.
Suddenly, he swung his leg over her waist and straddled her just above her midriff. She lifted her head and looked at him in some confusion as she watched the naked man, with his rock hard protrusion, shuffle up her body toward her. He leaned down with his hands on either side of her head and shuffled that little bit further up. Susie could feel the burning heat of his erection lying along the length of her cleavage.
“Bring your hands down and push your tits together.”
It was the first thing his hoarse voice had said for several minutes. Susie complied and realized that he had every intention of fucking her tits; this was going to be a first for her. She lifted her head again and he took the opportunity to pull one of the pillows underneath her head to keep it propped into such a position. The purple head of his penis was only a couple of inches below her chin now.
“Lick it!”
As he said this he thrust it toward her lips and her tongue came out of its own accord and began to coat it with saliva. She was vaguely aware that there was only one camera working near her and could hear a low-voiced conversation in the distance.
He began to thrust his dick backward and forward between her breasts as she pushed them inward together, making a much deeper valley between them. At the top of each thrust she was licking at his end so that the moisture was being trailed down into her cleavage. Soon the area was slick and she began to enjoy the otherwise novel experience. However, since Bill was fully engaged in what he was doing, and her own hands were helping him, there was nothing left to provide stimulation to her own nether regions and, after a little while, she was beginning to feel a little left out.
Phil was already rectifying this. He had gone over to where Carrie was comforting Lizzie and had dragged her away, back toward the lights. Carrie wasn’t very happy about this so had been protesting. The inevitable had, of course, happened and she had acquiesced to his demands and removed her top.
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She climbed onto the bed near Susie’s feet, wearing just her overly short skirt and was crouching in the wide Vee between Susie’s legs. Phil nodded his head at her to get on with it and she almost literally dived in and planted her mouth on her friends snatch. Following Phil’s instructions she was keeping her own legs apart so that the cameras could capture her own pussy at the same time.
The prone blonde’s body now went into overdrive; the unexpected stimulation of her wet and slippery slit had her writhing in ecstasy. She became so lively that Bill almost lost his grip and his rhythm. Almost, but not quite. As she flared into orgasm the overall stimulation for the last hour and a half was too much for Bill and the tiny hole at the end of his dick dilated. Susie watched in amazement as suddenly it began to erupt huge long strings of sticky goo straight at her face. The first string hit her forehead and trailed down over her eye, sliding over her nose, and the other end hit her waiting, gaping, open mouth. The next three or four spurts deposited themselves in true ‘porn star money scene’ style all over her face and chin. As he finished she allowed her hands to relax, allowing her breasts to assume their more normal position. She was still not done as Carrie was still loudly slurping at Susie’s snatch and, as she soared into a further orgasm, she was only vaguely aware that both Andy and Phil had now put down their cameras and were climbing onto the bed. Phil was positioned directly behind Carrie and drove his piston rod straight into the waiting pussy in front of him. Carrie merely grunted and continued to eat her friend.
She had felt someone moving on the bed behind her and had been expecting the assault on her slit. She began to hump back against him whilst continuing to lick Susie’s clit which was now exposed to her tongue’s caress. Susie had felt Andy climb onto the bed next to her head and turned her still come-coated face toward him to be met by his rod end being pushed against her mouth, which immediately opened to accommodate it.
Andy and Phil established a similar rhythm and, as a result, the two girls in the middle were able to establish their own, too, and soon both girls realized they were about to come. As Carrie came, her pussy literally spasmed so hard that Phil was unable to continue any longer and he pulled out and deposited his load onto Carrie’s bared buttocks that were showing below the skirt. Andy felt Susie quivering around his end and also pulled out, twisting Susie’s head to a more upright position before depositing his load in the same general area as Bill had.
As the two men climbed off the bed, the two come-covered sluts were told to stay still and, as their breathing became normal again, the photographers had returned to their normal positions and were taking many pictures of Carrie’s come-splattered ass cheeks and Susie’s come-drenched face.
“That’s a wrap, girls!” Phil said as he handed the girls some tissues to clean themselves up with. After wiping the respective parts of their anatomy clean, they sat up and looked around. They were just in time to see a fully dressed Bill wave to Phil as he disappeared out the door. Andy was packing his camera away, too, and within a couple of minutes had followed him. Phil, meanwhile, had made his way over to the sofa at the other end of the studio where a very unhappy Lizzie was lying face down and still crying gently.
“Sshh…” Phil whispered. “Did Carrie put the cream on?”
Lizzie nodded slowly.
“I’m going to take a look.”
Phil slowly, very gently, lifted the skirt clear to Lizzie’s waist and winced at the sight. He realized the other two girls had come up behind him and the gasps of horror from them tallied with his own impression.
“Lizzie, sweetheart. I don’t know what to say. Yes, this was planned but not as hard as he obviously hit you. I’ve known him a long time and he has never hit anyone that hard before. Sure, we sometimes spank girls for the cameras, but not to this extent. All I can say is I’m sorry, truly, deeply sorry.”
He put his hand on her shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze before standing again. Susie and Carrie were surprised to see tears in his eyes.
“Get dressed, girls. Let’s get Lizzie home. Where did you put that cream?”
Phil quickly went round the studio killing all of the photographic lighting, leaving only the overhead on as the two girls dressed. Then the three of them helped a shaky Lizzie to her feet and, with Phil, took the strain as he helped her out into the car park, having first adjusted her top to cover her modesty. The other two knew that something had changed in Phil’s attitude but they couldn’t put their figure on it as he paused to lock the studio door behind them.
Chapter 40
The three of them breathed a sigh of relief when they got Lizzie into the house and laid her down on the settee, face down. Phil lifted her skirt and looked again at Bill’s handiwork. Carrie was sent to make coffee and dig out the painkillers while Phil got the jar of cream back out of his pocket and began to talk to Lizzie in a soothing voice.
“I know it’s sore, sweetie, but this cream will help. I know it’s not pleasant when it goes on but trust me, it will help.”
“Trust you?”
Lizzie’s near shout was so loaded with vitriol that Susie almost jumped out of her seat.
“I’m sorry, Lizzie. More than you can know. This was not supposed to happen. Believe me, it won’t be like this for any of you ever again. Lizzie, you know—or at least I think you know—how I feel. This was a mistake. A big one. I’m trying to rectify it but you have to let me. Now, I’m going to put the cream on.”
Lizzie subsided back into a prone position and sobs began to wrack her body. Phil gathered up a large dollop of the cream and began to spread it as gently as possible on her tortured buttocks. It had to hurt and Lizzie flinched several times but allowed him to continue. Susie, meantime, was wondering about what Phil had said; it was so out of context with the events of the evening that it didn’t fully sink in. When Carrie came in with the mugs and tablets, she motioned her friend to leave them there and the pair skittered quietly back out to the kitchen. Here Susie told Carrie about the exchange and Carrie was as incredulous as Susie had been. Just what was going on?
When the two friends returned to the room they found Phil wiping his hands on a tissue and Lizzie’s sobs had subsided. Phil grabbed his and Lizzie’s coffees, and the painkillers, and went and sat on the floor near Lizzie’s head and proceeded, to Susie’s and Carrie’s amazement, to coax Lizzie into taking small sips of the coffee and to swallow the painkillers. He stayed there until she showed signs of drowsiness before coaxing her to her feet and, with the two friends in tow, guiding her upstairs to her room. There he gingerly and gently undressed her before Susie handed him a t-shirt that Lizzie often slept in and laid her down on the bed. He’d got Carrie to pull the quilt off and left Lizzie there, thankfully asleep, just covered by the sheet before indicating he wanted the other two to accompany him downstairs. As soon as they were clear of the foot of the stairs Phil began talking to them urgently.
“You do not know how sorry I am for what happened to Lizzie. You’ve heard me say that it shouldn’t have been so hard. It shouldn’t! Bill will answer to me for this, and to Lizzie, too. It’ll probably take three or four days to heal. Tell her I don’t expect her in the office before Wednesday at the earliest, not even then if she’s not up to it. If she can’t do Thursday or Friday I’ll need to know to get cover in because I’ve got to go away on business on Thursday. There are no more shoots until that Friday.”
Afterwards both of them were certain that there were tears in his eyes as he left.
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The following morning at around ten o’clock the doorbell rang and Susie opened it to see a florist standing there with a huge bunch of roses for Lizzie. Her friend was still in bed and Susie thanked him and began to close the door.
“Hang on, love. There’s more yet.”
He made two further trips to his van and returned with two more huge arrangements, this time of mixed flowers. Susie took the third one from him, open–mouthed, and he winked at her as he left whistling.
Carrie came through from the kitchen to see what the commotion was all about and the two girls took the flowers up to Lizzie’s room where their friend was awake but still lying prone on her stomach.
If Susie had been astonished at the flowers, Lizzie was utterly gob smacked. The two mixed bunches were from Andy and Bill; the bigger one from Bill. They both had Get Well cards pinned to them and the flowery nature of his fulsome apology matched the flowers themselves. Phil’s bunch of red roses was equally huge and the card pinned to them was marked private. Lizzie opened it and read it with wide eyes and tucked it away, despite the curiosity of her friends.
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On Sunday afternoon Phil came round to see how Lizzie was. After talking to the others for a few minutes they were politely shooed out of the room and the door closed gently but firmly behind them. Lizzie allowed Phil to inspect and check her bottom again which had now faded back to its correct color, but was still painfully sore. Phil again applied the cream and Lizzie had to admit that not only did it help but she also enjoyed the experience. Not a lot, mind; but some.
After a half hour or so of low-voiced conversation, Phil left without saying goodbye to the other two. Their curiosity rose to an undeniable peak. They rushed up to see Lizzie and find out what was going on. Lizzie, however, remained tight-lipped.
