by Bridy McAvoy
“Susie, come here, you know what to do.”
Carol’s mouth dropped open in shock as she realized that Phil was more interested in fucking the blonde girl than her at that moment. Susie smiled and disengaged herself from her two neighbors and crossed the room, still with her skirt wrapped obscenely around her waist. She walked up to Phil and then turned and faced the other two women, spreading her legs and bending forward slightly as she did so.
Slap!
The sudden sound echoed round the room and Susie started, but her smile didn’t slip as Phil landed a resounding slap on her naked backside. Another followed, as far as Carol could tell on the other cheek, as she watched open mouthed as the tall leggy blonde straddled Phil and lowered herself toward his waiting dick.
Phil used one hand on his penis and one on Susie to guide her down onto the waiting appendage. Carol was aghast as Susie continued to lower herself completely onto Phil’s lap, easily and eagerly engulfing the entire length as she did so. Suddenly, she realized that Lizzie had not been idle whilst all of her attention had been focused on the couple in the chair. Lizzie had turned her to face the two of them and had moved behind her. As Susie began to raise and lower herself on the impaling dick, both she and Phil were staring intently at Carol. Lizzie stepped up behind Carol, her hands encircling her waist, and began to undo the buttons of the blouse starting at the bottom.
Carol could not take her eyes off the action immediately in front of her. Earlier that day she had watched the video of herself being taken from behind by her husband. Since the action had been back lit and entirely from the front, she hadn’t been able to make out that much detail. She had seen porn close–ups, of course, but nothing had prepared her for actually seeing it happen live in front of her like this. She stared in fascination as Susie continued to literally fuck herself on Phil, whilst Phil’s hands had crept up under Susie’s top to cup and fondle the blonde woman’s breasts. Her attention was centered slightly lower; engrossed in watching the way Phil’s penis pushed and pulled Susie’s outer labia with each stroke. As Lizzie drew the now unbuttoned blouse back and off down her arms, she continued to watch, enthralled. Even as Lizzie’s deft fingers unclipped the bright red lace bra and gently urged Carol to lower her arms to allow the garment to fall away, she was unable to protest.
Lizzie continued to strip her neighbor and, following the skirt, drew the panties down Carol’s shapely legs. At the back of her mind Carol realized that she had been stripped for the titillation of the couple fucking in front of her. Nevertheless, she was very close to the point of another orgasm as she stood there. Lizzie wasn’t touching her now, just standing very close to her as they both watched as Susie worked both herself and Phil up to the point of release.
Susie came first and, as she tensed and screamed out her passion, Carol could see Phil arch his back and lift them both up from the chair as his own spasm started. Carol came at that moment and her own moans echoed around the room, merging with the sounds made by the other participants in the little montage.
Lizzie, an exited observer rather than a participant in the events of the last few minutes, whispered to a shaky Carol.
“Your clothes are still in the den, sweetie. We’ll see you at ten in the morning. Your instructions are in the skirt pocket.”
Carol’s eyes were as big as saucers as she looked back over her shoulder at Lizzie.
Chapter 7
Exactly one minute before the stated time of ten o’clock, Carol stood on Lizzie and Phil’s porch. If someone had asked her why she was there at that moment she couldn’t have told them why. Nor did she know why she had said nothing to her husband about the goings on the day before or demanded that they leave the area immediately. Instead, she had been happy and chatty and extremely flirty with her husband, and she and Peter had retired early and made love with abandon in a way seldom practiced since their honeymoon—with the drapes drawn, of course. So, instead of ranting and being angry with her neighbors, here she stood clothed as per the instructions she had found in her skirt pocket and almost looking forward to whatever would happen.
Lizzie answered the door after just one ring of the bell and smilingly led her neighbor through into the kitchen where Phil raised his coffee cup in a silent good morning to her.
“Coffee?”
Lizzie bustled around the kitchen preparing a coffee for Carol, and Lizzie’s infectious good humor seemed to infect Carol as she smiled back at her hostess. She felt somewhat overdressed compared to Lizzie this morning. Although Lizzie looked smart in a tight top and fashionably cut jeans, she was definitely casually dressed compared to Carol’s little black dress. Carol took the proffered seat at the breakfast bar and immediately noticed her knees were raised just as at lunch the day before. Phil took no notice though, seemingly engrossed in the paperwork he was reading. Carol and Lizzie chatted for a few minutes before the doorbell rang again and Lizzie quite literally scampered off to answer the door. It was, of course, Susie and Carol realized immediately that Susie’s dress mimicked her own, although in red rather than black. She surmised that Susie’s underwear would match her own too.
As soon as Susie arrived, Phil seemed to come to life and immediately took charge.
“Shall we move through to the patio then, ladies, and make a start?”
Carol was confused but the other two gently guided her over to the patio doors to the outside. She stepped through and her mouth dropped open. There was now a rattan suite on the patio, full of oversized cushions. That was not what had caught her attention, though. It was the strange items on stands surrounding the suite. Never having seen such things before, it took a couple of moments for Carol to identify them. They were a set of studio lights and reflectors; the camera lying on the table that Phil now picked up completed the picture for her. She suddenly remembered that Phil had indeed been a professional photographer and the set-up instantly communicated to her that he fully intended to take several shots of her.
Carol’s hands flew to her cheeks in shock and she began to shuffle backward, her head slowly shaking from side to side.
“I can’t… I can’t do this.”
Lizzie was right behind her and Carol was therefore unable to retreat any further.
“Of course you can, Carol, what is different about today than yesterday?” Susie asked her.
“The camera for one.”
“Then what about the night before?” Phil asked, and Carol was left with the distinct impression that both of the other young women present had modeled for Phil before as Susie walked over and sat amongst the cushions, looking totally at ease.
“How many orgasms did you have yesterday, Carol?”
Lizzie’s question from behind her made her jump slightly.
“I don’t know, two or three I think.”
“Nine, Carol. We counted them, didn’t we, Phil?”
Phil nodded.
“And all without anyone else touching you in any way sexually.”
Carol could only blush and bite her lip.
“We simply suggested to you that you pretend that we were blackmailing you. Your clothes came off, your fingers went up your pussy and you came and came until you passed out. I think your submissive side took over and I know you can’t say you didn’t enjoy it, can you?”
Carol didn’t respond; she could see where this was going and deep down she already knew that she would be going along with it.
“So are you going to pretend again today, Carol? Just so that you go along with Phil’s instructions.”
She hung her head.
“Carol, Lizzie asked you a question?”
Phil’s voice had a power to it that caused her lift her face and look at him. Taking a deep breath, she nodded. Instantly Phil smiled and Carol felt Lizzie pat her comfortingly on her shoulder.
“Good girl, we knew you’d see sense. Now, please sit on that chair facing Susie.”
Carol followed Phil’s instructions and, as she and Susie sat there facing ea
ch other, Phil and Lizzie busied themselves around the two girls switching on and adjusting the lights until everything met Phil’s approval. She noticed that there were no lights positioned directly behind the couch where Susie sat, so correctly surmised that Phil would be taking pictures of whoever was on the couch rather than more generally.
“Now, Carol, Susie already knows the drill.” Phil confirmed Carol’s earlier guess that Susie had modeled for Phil before.
“So I want you to watch as I put Susie through her paces and then we’ll try the same sequence with you. Okay?”
Carol gulped and nodded and Phil turned all his attention to Susie whilst Lizzie stood behind Carol and watched as well.
“Okay. Susie, I want you to smile for me. Good. Now cross your legs left over right and keep smiling. Good. You are doing great. Now slide your top leg up the other one until the foot reaches your knee. Slowly. Good girl. Now bring your right hand down to grasp that ankle. Excellent.”
Carol immediately noted the almost hypnotic way Phil was telling his model what to do and couldn’t help feeling drawn into the process as the willing model was manipulated. The current position had caused the skirt to fall back and expose a length of thigh almost to the stocking top, the lace of which was just about visible in the shadowed area just beneath the hem of the dress.
“Now, with the other hand just ease the skirt up a little, let’s see some more leg. Good. Higher. Higher still. Good.”
Without hesitation the leggy blonde had lifted her skirt up until bare flesh was exposed as well as the lace of the top of the hold-up stocking. Carol bit her lip again, she had to admit that Susie looked incredibly sexy and the thought that in a few minutes she might be doing the same was causing her body to react.
“Good, now stand up and turn and face the couch please, Susie. Good. Now bend over and place both hands on the cushions for me. Good. Bend at the waist not at the knees. Excellent. Now slowly bend your elbows allowing your head to descend further. Good. Keep going. Elbows on the cushions, please. Good. Now straighten up but stay there.”
Carol had watched as the long stocking-clad legs of the blonde woman had come further and further into view as the posture dragged the skirt higher and higher. She could not help but notice the way the dress material tautened across Susie’s cheeks and heightened the sensuousness of the pose.
“Now bring your hands over your shoulder and loosen the catch on the dress. Good. Lower the zip slightly. Excellent. Adjust your grip and slowly draw the zip all the way down please. Good.”
As the zip travelled smoothly but unhurriedly down, a Vee of exposed delicate flesh was exposed below the line of Susie’s bobbed hair. Finally the zip was at the bottom and Susie’s hands returned to her shoulders in preparation for what Carol assumed would be the instruction to lose the dress. The open Vee at the back was only bisected by the tiny black back strap of Susie’s bra and Carol felt her own nipples hardening as her body began to demand the scene in front of her continue.
Lizzie’s hands now reached out to her neighbor’s shoulders and began to gently massage the tight muscle groups there. Carol initially tensed up under the feather-light touch but quickly relaxed as Lizzie continued to work on her shoulders, making no overtly sexual move on her.
Distracted by Lizzie, Carol hadn’t seen Susie drop the dress from her shoulders and turn round to face the camera with the dress loosely bunched around her waist and her bra encased breasts pointing directly at Phil. It was apparent to all of the watchers that Susie was really enjoying this as her nipples were tenting out the thin lace of her bra while her hands worked at freeing the dress from her hips. Suddenly, gravity won and the dress dropped cleanly and freely to the ground to form a puddle of discarded fabric around her feet. The tall blonde, clad only in her matching lacy black underwear, stood there panting heavily as Phil finished taking several more shots of her posing like that.
“Swap places with Carol now, please, Susie; I think she’s seen enough to learn a little about what to do, don’t you?”
Susie smiled and crossed the intervening short space and held out her hands to Carol and helped her to her feet. Trembling with a combination of trepidation and, surprisingly, arousal, Carol crossed to the couch and sat down. Immediately she saw that Susie had sat down on her own seat and that Lizzie had leaned forward to watch Carol over Susie’s shoulder. Both girls were watching intently as Carol’s eyes registered shock at the fact that Lizzie’s hand had slipped into Susie’s bra and was casually but sensuously massaging her naked breast.
Chapter 8
“Are you ready, Carol? Good. Then let’s get started, shall we. Please stretch your legs out in front of you. Smile, please, Carol, unless told otherwise you must always smile. Good. Now cross your legs at the ankle. Excellent.”
Carol found that it was much harder to do than to watch. She was really struggling to keep a smile on her face and, for the twentieth time that morning, was asking herself what she was doing here. It was fairly obvious that she would shortly end up naked again, in front of her neighbors. Still she tried, her smile widening as Phil began to encourage her more.
“Good, now sit back into the couch and relax. Slide the top leg up the bottom leg just as Susie did. Good. Keep it going, now stop at the knee. Excellent. Bring your hand across to hold your ankle. Keep smiling. Good. You’re doing very well, just a couple more and then you can relax for a moment.”
The hypnotic effect of his voice was real and Carol had quickly begun to ignore the incessant click of the camera shutter. Less easy to ignore was the way Lizzie was continuing to manipulate Susie’s breasts in the chair facing her.
“Now, sit forward a little, please. Good. Another shot and that’s it. Good girl, you can relax for a moment.”
Phil, with the ease of long practice, took the full memory card out of the camera and inserted its replacement, handing the full one to Lizzie who left Susie alone and disappeared into the house with it, probably to load it onto a computer and check the contents. Susie smiled at Carol and winked at her, not in the slightest bit embarrassed about the way she had just been fondled by another woman in front of Carol. There again, Carol had watched Phil fuck her the day before so the girl almost certainly had nothing to feel embarrassed about.
“Okay, Carol, ready to go again? Good, now this time I want you to sit back into the pile of cushions. Good, but sorry, that’s not quite right. Susie, you know exactly what I want, don’t you? Would you just go and rearrange the cushions for Carol, please.”
“Sure.”
The tall blonde girl uncrossed her legs and walked around behind the couch with the feline grace only the very tall girls could manage.
“Sit forward a little bit, please.”
Although Carol knew that Susie was behind her, she jumped a little when the blonde girl whispered in her ear. She did as requested and felt Susie rearranging the cushions on the rattan frame behind her. She didn’t dare turn her head to watch as Phil continued to click the camera shutter in front of her. Suddenly, she realized that the scantily-clad Susie was in frame, too, and the pictures Phil was taking would look very suggestive to anybody seeing them. That thought, together with the sudden thought that someone might see the photographs, brought a crimson glow to Carol’s face as she contemplated the unthinkable.
“Stay there, please, Susie, you make a really good backdrop for Carol.”
Susie was now standing upright behind the couch and Carol cast a furtive glance out of the corner of her eye to see that she was casually leaning on the back of the couch slightly to one side of her. The studio lighting system was preventing the sunlight from casting any natural shadows.
“Carol, lift your chin a little and look at me. Good. Now rest your hand on your knee—sorry, sweetie, I should have said the left one. That’s better. Now lay the right hand down on the cushion beside you and smile at the camera. Good. Hold that pose. Susie, if you would be so kind, please undo the catch on Carol’s dress as I don’t want her to mov
e. Good.”
Carol drew in a deep breath as she felt Susie’s feather-light touch undo the hook and eye at the top of the zip and then very slowly draw the zip itself down. Her arm was moving inside a channel she had deliberately created within the pile of cushions behind Carol. Finally the truth dawned on the young wife; the three devious people around her were playing a game, playing her just like a violin. The problem was, as she felt Susie’s fingertips gently caressing her skin on their way down her back, she couldn’t help realizing she was beginning to enjoy being played as much as the players enjoyed playing.
In the meantime, Lizzie had returned to the deck and was now standing watching Carol and Susie from a position just to one side of Phil.
“Susie, just slip the shoulder straps of Carol’s dress off, please.”
Carol sucked her breath in but held still as Susie followed Phil’s instructions. Suddenly, the fabric cascaded down her arms and torso to pool on top of her arms just above her waist.
“Carol, just stand up and let the dress fall away and sit down again, please.”
Trying to hide her nervousness, Carol did exactly as requested and sat down again very quickly as soon as possible so as to conceal the tremors in her legs.
“Good, now, Susie, lean forward and gently massage Carol’s shoulders, please. She seems very tense. Carol, please smile, that’s a good girl, you’re actually doing very well.”
“Much better than mine or Susie’s first time.” Lizzie interjected, speaking for the first time in several minutes.
“Definitely.” Susie echoed the sentiment from directly behind Carol’s ear.
Susie’s hands now came over the back of the couch and proceeded to massage Carol’s shoulders in slow circular movements. Her touch was so gentle yet so assured that Carol immediately began to relax, the tension flooding her body from sitting her in her neighbor’s yard in her underwear began draining away. Instinctively, and also under the deliberate pressure of Susie’s skilful fingers, she found herself sinking into the soft cushions piled on the couch. After three or four minutes, Carol’s rather fixed smile was replaced by a much dreamier one. Lizzie whispered something into Phil’s ear and he nodded. Lizzie approached and went around behind the couch and whispered something to Susie. Carol could not see quite what was going on but, from the shuffling going on behind her, was aware that something was.
