by Bridy McAvoy
Carol’s breasts were sensitive in any case, but being treated this way in front of an audience on top of the earlier orgasms was enough to complete the arousal process. Carol no longer cared where she was, she wanted to cum.
At that moment, Lizzie laid down the winning hand and clapped excitedly as she called out,
“My turn!”
Susie reluctantly stopped working on Carol’s tits and allowed the excited young woman to climb back onto her shaky legs and make her way around to the grinning Lizzie. Just as Susie had done, Lizzie pushed her chair back from the table and Carol moved to sit on her lap only to be stopped by Lizzie’s outstretched hand.
“Stand in front of me, slut! Face the table, not me.”
Carol did so but this was not enough for Lizzie. Suddenly Carol felt a stinging sensation as she also heard Lizzie land a slap on her already tortured backside.
“Ouch!”
“You’ll get another one if you speak again, slut!”
Lizzie was calling her names but there was a bantering edge to her voice and Carol was certain that if the slap had been meant it would have been much harder.
“Spread your legs about shoulder width apart. That’s better.”
Carol stood as told, her head thrown back slightly, consciously showing her boobs off to their best advantage, knowing that her extended nipples added to the allure she was projecting. Her breathing came in short pants as she felt Lizzie’s hands at her waist. Suddenly the taut skirt relaxed and Lizzie slowly worked the skirt down off Carol’s hips. Suddenly, Carol was standing there in just her panties, garters and stockings as the skirt dropped to the floor.
“Lean forward against the table.”
Carol did so and was rewarded by the gentle touch of Lizzie’s dainty hand slowly stroking the inside of her soft thigh, only an inch or so below her crotch. The hand circled slowly higher until it was pressing the soaked band of her panties, which of course were actually Susie’s, into the warm chasm that was her snatch. The stimulation was far too much and Carol spasmed into her first orgasm of the afternoon with the certain knowledge that it wouldn’t be her last.
As she shuddered back to normality, it was to see the woman she didn’t know that well, Carrie, holding up the winning cards for the last hand and, as Lizzie let her go, she moved past Susie around to her. Some sixth sense told her to keep clear of Phil as much as possible but Susie reached out as she passed and caressed her thigh and ass.
“Stand and face me.”
The four words Carrie uttered formed the longest sentence the woman had said directly to Carol since they had met on the patio. Wasting little time, she leaned in and grasped the waistband of the panties on both of Carol’s hips and pulled them down with a smooth but undeniable force. Carol stepped out of the sodden garment and, when Carrie held out her hand, she passed them to her. She watched in fascination as the tall willowy brunette brought them up to her nose and inhaled deeply the fragrance of Carol’s arousal.
“Place your hands on the edge of the table, slut.”
This time it was an even longer sentence and probably doubled the number of words she had spoken to her. Carol did as she was told and, when Carrie indicated that she should spread her legs apart, she did so.
“Look back over your shoulder at Susie and don’t move.”
Carol complied and felt Carrie’s hands moving on the front of her thighs. She gasped as she felt first one and then two of Carrie’s fingers enter her and then realized it felt slightly different. She began to move her head to look but was brought up sharp as Carrie shouted,
“I said don’t move, slut!”
The somewhat strange feeling in her pussy wasn’t unpleasant, in fact quite the opposite, but Carol could not understand why she was feeling quite full down there. It was as if Carrie was pushing something soft up into her. Suddenly the realization dawned; that was exactly what Carrie was doing and the soft thing was her panties!
Carrie straightened up at that moment and told Carol she could look now. Immediately the naked young woman did so and, as she looked down at the tiny piece of black lace hanging out of her stuffed pussy, she could not prevent herself climbing to orgasm yet again.
“My win!”
As Phil was the only male present, Carol knew there was no way the call could come from anyone else, and she moved around the table to stand before Phil who had automatically pushed his chair back. It felt strange to move with her panties shoved up her pussy in this way, but not unpleasant.
Phil positioned her in much the same way as Carrie had, leaning back against the table with her legs parted. He looked up and down his prize for a minute and Carol noted the way he licked his lips at the sight, probably in anticipation of whatever indignity he was about to perpetrate on her. Carol didn’t care, though, she was past caring, her body was on fire from the sexual experiences of the previous few minutes, and earlier in the day for that matter, and from anticipation of what was to come.
Phil leaned forward and his hands reached out, caressing Carol’s sensitive tits. She rolled her head back and moaned as he alternatively caressed them and tweaked the even more sensitive nipples. His hands traced down toward her flat stomach and she drew in a gasp of breath as his fingers reached her clit just above where the scrap of fabric peeked out of her slit. He rubbed the sensate nub for a minute watching the way her head lolled from side to side as her passion mounted, and then his fingers twitched downward and snagged the panties. She felt a slight tug on the fabric and, with an effort, moved her head forward to look into his eyes as a toothy grin lit his face and his hand jerked downward. The completely sodden panties were jerked from her in a swift movement that brought a loud groan from her. She felt somewhat empty as she sagged back onto her arms holding onto the table, gasping for breath through her open mouth.
Phil now stood up and moved in closer. His free hand flashed up and grasped her chin on both sides of her jaw forcing her to keep her mouth open. She stared wide-eyed into his eyes as he grinned at her, and then she spotted his other hand moving toward her face. With a shock she realized he still held the soiled and sodden panties and she could smell the pungent aroma they were giving off as he brought them to within an inch of her nose. Finally, she twigged what he was about to do but it was too late, her oral cavity was full of the garment he had just plucked from her nether one.
She struggled weakly but he held her firmly as he completed the job of pushing the disgusting garment into her mouth and finally allowed her to close her mouth around them. Her eyes were wide open and staring at him as the moisture from the panties slowly reached her taste buds and she could taste her own juices. Of course, they weren’t just her own juices; Susie had worn them before her and she realized there were traces of another woman in her mouth as well as the crusted remains of Phil’s own cum from when she had been forced to pull them on over her own defiled ass. She tried to gag but nothing happened as she realized that the taste wasn’t altogether unpleasant. At that moment Phil casually dropped his hands to her waist and effortlessly lifted her to sit on the edge of the table.
He pressed himself up close to her, standing between her now wide-spread legs and he leaned forward, slowly forcing her to recline backward onto the table. Finally she laid there, her legs dangling over the edge of the table with her pussy presented and opened to him on the edge of the table. His fingers were already dancing around her sex and the waves of pleasure began to churn through her loins in response. Suddenly she felt her arms being lifted away from her sides to be stretched out above her head. As Phil was busy elsewhere she thought it must be one of the other women, but when she glanced to both sides she saw it was both Susie and Lizzie who had grasped one arm each and were now lowering their heads to her sensitive tits.
Their heads blocked her view but she was almost certain she had heard the sound of a fly zip being undone. A moment later she was certain as she felt the head of a cock touch her pussy lips. There was no way to prevent the invasion yet again of
her private treasure and, in truth, she didn’t really want to as he slowly pushed the bulbous end in between her lips. Her pussy involuntarily closed around the head and, as he drove his full length into her, her hips attempted to buck off the table to meet him.
With two pairs of lips sucking and nursing at her breasts and with Phil’s not inconsiderable prick buried in her pussy, not to mention the gag made up of her own sodden panties, Carol was under too much stimulation. Even before Phil began to withdraw his dick prior to ramming it home again, he was startled by the way her pussy muscles clenched around it as she attempted to scream her way to yet another orgasm.
Finally, her muscles relaxed enough and Phil began to pump in and out of her with massive full length strokes. Carol’s body desperately wanted to move with him, to rise to meet each thrust, but her position prevented her from responding in that manner. Instead, her back continually arched up and down on the table and both Lizzie and Susie had to clamp their teeth onto their respective nipples in order to stay on! The added stimulation of the biting was enough and the helpless Carol stiffened under the impetus of cumming again.
The sheer pleasure the woman was taking from being treated like this was way too much stimulation for Phil, who again found himself with his penis clutched immobile with Carol’s clenching muscles, and was finally able to thrust once more before expelling his jism in huge gouts deep inside of his luscious neighbor.
Finally he withdrew and the other two women slowly moved away leaving her ravished body lying there on the table. Lizzie leaned in and, coaxing Carol to open her mouth, gently withdrew the ball of lacy fabric that was in the panties she had been wearing.
“I think these need a wash, girls. I also think it’s time for Carol to go home, too.”
As Carol struggled into a sitting position, she looked at the wall clock and realized they had been cavorting in the dining room for nearly two hours, although it had seemed far less. Her husband would be home in less than two hours.
“We’ll have to save the other outfit until tomorrow then, Carol, won’t we? Ah, well, can’t be helped. See you tomorrow, sexpot!”
Carol allowed Phil to help her down from the table as he spoke to her, and even managed half a dozen steps towards the front door before realizing she was still only dressed in stockings, garters and high heels, and now she was upright, Phil’s cum was running down her thighs.
“My clothes… where are my clothes?”
“You don’t need them, sweetie.”
Lizzie indicated the door as she spoke to her, obviously intending, to all intents and purposes, Carol walking home naked.
Carol shook her head but, realizing she couldn’t win, steeled herself for the humiliation. At least Rebecca and her husband, as well as Peter her own husband weren’t around so no one would see her, but it was still humiliating. Clenching her teeth, she walked slowly up the hall and opened the front door to the sunlit street beyond. Glancing out to confirm there was no one there she stepped through onto the porch before walking carefully down the drive in heels that were much higher than she was used to. She had reached the end of the drive when,
“Carol.”
She stopped and half turned to look back at Phil who now stood in the doorway.
“Tomorrow, when Lizzie comes to fetch you, you should be dressed just like that. Nothing else at all. But I think red would suit you in the morning rather than black. Throw the door wide open when you answer it, too. Don’t forget to smile.”
Carol nodded and, as Phil closed the door she hurried to get home and hit the shower before her unsuspecting husband arrived.
Chapter 19
It had taken a long time for Carol to calm down after the previous day’s experiences, and how she had prevented herself confessing all to Peter she didn’t know. She hadn’t though and now, a couple of minutes before ten, she was dressed precisely as instructed. Peter loved her to dress in stockings and garters for him so, as a result, she had several sets and was thus able to meet Phil’s command with ease.
The doorbell rang and, as she twisted the handle, she remembered what Phil had said and threw the door wide open with a smile to greet her neighbor. Immediately she froze in shock as it wasn’t her neighbor at all.
“Delivery for…”
His voice trailed off as his eyes registered the sight in front of him. The brunette who had answered the door was stark naked except for red fishnets and garter belt atop of black hooker pumps. His eyes travelled up and down the sight in front of him, trying to drink in every detail before she could recover. Carol finally did so, pushing the door shut and hiding behind it, although leaving it ajar.
“Parcel for Ms. Carol…”
“Just leave it on the porch, please.”
“I need your signature, please, pretty lady.”
“Pass your paperwork through the gap then.”
Thinking quickly he decided to push his luck a little.
“I need to see you sign it, madam.”
“Just let me…”
“I’ve got a schedule to keep, lady, I can’t hang around I’m afraid.”
Carol was trapped. There was nothing in the hallway she could put on and, resigning herself to that fact, she stepped back, took a deep breath and opened the door again. As she held her hand out for the signature machine, she blushed deeply at the way his eyes travelled up and down her naked body before centering on her sparse bush. He handed her the machine and she realized he was enjoying watching her tits jiggle as she signed her name and then handed the machine back to him. He took a step back and she closed the door with relief as she heard him call out the obligatory.
“Have a nice day.”
She was drenched in sweat and, as she looked down, she saw that not only had her nipples hardened under the exposure but her pussy was starting to leak her juices too. Carol could not believe that yet again her body was betraying her. She leaned against the closed door for support as she heard the delivery van drive off and immediately jumped out of her skin as the doorbell rang again.
This time she checked through the spyglass to confirm it actually was Lizzie on her porch before throwing the door open and smiling as requested at her pretty neighbor. Lizzie was dressed in a light floral print sun dress that only came down to mid-thigh and was holding a cardboard box in her hands. Carol suddenly remembered the parcel she had just so embarrassingly signed for. Lizzie pushed the parcel into Carol’s hands and walked past her into the house. Belatedly Carol closed the door and followed her dominant neighbor into her own house.
“I think that deliveryman enjoyed the view in this neighborhood, don’t you?”
Lizzie was grinning as she spoke. Carol just shook her head, the memory of the embarrassment of just a couple of minutes earlier rendering her dumb. Suddenly, something clicked and she looked at Lizzie in puzzlement.
“How did he get through the gate?”
Lizzie chuckled and pointed at the address on the parcel. Carol saw that it was indeed addressed to her but at number four, not number two. Lizzie or Phil had buzzed him in and then redirected him to her door.
“Now, open the box, I want to see if they’ve sent the right one.”
Carol frowned at Lizzie. It was now such an obvious set-up, given that Lizzie had just confessed they had ordered the contents of the parcel. Lizzie just smiled and reached for the scissors in the knife block on the counter. Faced with no option, Carol meekly slit the tape holding the box closed and opened it. It was full of little polystyrene chips and, nestled in the middle, was an unfamiliar object. Unfamiliar in feel, perhaps, but certainly familiar in shape to Carol’s questing fingers. Slowly she pulled out a large black dildo from the box and her astonishment was complete when she realized the base was attached to a white lace harness.
“Oh, good, they did send the right one.”
Carol was not so innocent that she didn’t know what a dildo was and how it was supposed to be used but the lace harness puzzled her. A horrible suspicion began to for
m as she mentally pictured how anyone would want to wear such a harness. As soon as the picture in her mind was fully formed she knew exactly who would wear it—another woman would. The term strap-on now had real meaning for her as she finally understood she was holding one and, a split second later, realized that she would be the one it was most likely going to be used on. The play of emotions over Carol’s face was quite obvious to Lizzie who allowed her submissive neighbor to plumb the depths of her own imagination for a couple of minutes.
“Let’s go and meet a certain friend of mine, shall we.”
Lizzie made for the front door and Carol reluctantly followed, painfully aware she was still only dressed in stockings, garters and heels, unable to do anything else other than follow. Carol had just reached the door and was taking a deep breath before stepping out onto her own porch naked when Lizzie suddenly spun around.
“You forgot to bring your present. Please pop back and fetch it,” and, with that, Lizzie continued on down the drive, arrogantly assuming her neighbor would do as she was told. For a moment Carol thought about running inside and slamming the door, but only for a moment. She finally had to admit to herself that her devious neighbors, and for that matter landlords, had cowed her completely. The submissive neighbor stepped back inside, picked up the strap-on and, dangling it from the thin straps, hurried back outside to catch up with Lizzie who was already in the middle of the road. Carol assumed they would be heading for Lizzie’s house, the scene of her debauchment so far, but Lizzie was striding directly toward Susie’s house instead. When she arrived she waited, apparently impatiently whilst the nude Carol caught up, and then knocked on the door. Susie opened the door and smiled at Lizzie but absolutely beamed at Carol.
