by Bridy McAvoy
“Well done, ladies.”
Phil smiled at them as they climbed the stairs onto the deck, obviously freshly fucked and covered in dirt and leaves, in Carol’s case, and grass, in Rebecca’s.
“Now, turn around and let’s count the signatures you have both so diligently collected.”
His laugh covered their embarrassment as they turned to face out over the garden to reveal the signatures on their ass cheeks.
“Oh, Rebecca, you have three. That’s not too good, is it? Not too bad, either.”
Rebecca bit her lip but Carol could see the humiliation was getting to her neighbor.
“And, Carol, you have three as well. I declare it a draw. You can turn around now.”
The two women turned to face their chief tormentor.
“What do you think, Lizzie? We only have enough cleaner for one and there wasn’t a winner.”
Lizzie smiled up at him and walked over to, and behind, the two naked women.”
“That’s a difficult one, sweetheart. Perhaps we should let them shower first and then we can decide. I’m sure they both feel as grubby and dirty as they look.”
She whispered something in Carol’s ear and turned, leading the way over to the patio deck.
“Come along, girls. You have a captive audience now instead of the other way round.”
The two submissive neighbors looked at each other and shrugged. The look on Carol’s face warned Rebecca that it wasn’t quite over yet.
Chapter 29
Carol knew they had a large double shower off the mud room the couple had for use when they came in from the hot tub and she rightly assumed that this is where the next action was going to take place. The instructions Lizzie had whispered in her ear were short and precise.
Resignedly, she led Rebecca through the mud room into the shower room which consisted of a small tiled floor and two shower cubicles. Carol hadn’t noticed that the middle partition was dismountable before, but it was gone now leaving one large shower stall with two separate heads. The two cameramen followed and leaned back against the walls, bringing the cameras up to their shoulders. The four students and Phil crowded into the doorway, jostling for position to get a good view. Rebecca just looked at Carol.
“I gather they want to watch.” Carol remarked.
“You mean they want to watch us shower?”
“No, Rebecca, I think they want to watch as I wash you and then you wash me!”
“Oh, my God!”
Despite having been naked in front of all of these men since lunch, and despite having been screwed by three of them, Rebecca was obviously struggling with the idea implicit in Carol’s words as the two stripped off their heels and ruined stockings.
“You mean?… You are going to… Oh, my God!”
Carol, having turned the water on, turned to face the other brunette.
“Just like before, sweetie. Just like before.”
She moved closer to her neighbor and, reaching out one hand, and pushed her hair back behind her ear on that side. Her other hand snaked out and took Rebecca’s and moved toward the shower enclosure. Rebecca took a step forward and, with a shrug of resignation, stepped with Carol under the shower.
“Which do you want? Front or back first?”
“I think I’d better do your back first, sweetie. Don’t you?”
Rebecca nodded before turning and grasping the rail presenting her smooth, if somewhat grubby, back to her neighbor, allowing the water to cascade down her lithe body.
Carol reached for the shower gel and squeezed a generous dollop into her hand. Replacing the bottle, she transferred half to her other hand and, leaning forward, placed both hands on Rebecca’s shoulders.
Despite her resignation, Rebecca shivered at the touch.
“It’s okay. Relax and enjoy it.”
Carol slowly began to lather up Rebecca’s shoulders before slowly working her circling hands lower down the smooth convex curve of her neighbor’s back. As her hands continued to work their massaging movement, she began to appreciate the smoothness of the skin beneath her fingertips. Rebecca arched her back and allowed a small sigh to escape her.
“You are very good at that. It really feels so nice!”
Rebecca’s softly voiced comment took Carol by surprise as she worked her way down the other woman’s back toward the out-swelling of her ass. Carol cocked her head to one side and peered at her shower companion—Rebecca had her eyes closed and a slight smile played on her lips. She continued the massaging movement of her hands, lower and lower, until they were now massaging the womanly curves of Rebecca’s ass. Rebecca shuddered and stuck her read end out at Carol, signaling her to increase the pressure.
“You really want this, don’t you?”
“I’m ashamed to admit it but, God, yes! Even if they’re watching us still. Are they?”
Carol leaned forward and breathed her answer into Rebecca’s ear.
“Yes, all of seven guys and the two video cameras.”
Again, the young woman she had pinned between her own naked body and the wall of the shower moaned and shuddered. Carol’s hands began to dip lower onto the rounded globes whose owner seemed unwilling, or unable to keep still. A low moan escaped Rebecca’s lips as Carol increased the pressure and began to knead them. After a moment Carol stopped and crouched down to provide herself with both a better grip and a better view. Sensing this Rebecca spread her legs to accommodate her better, exposing her gaping slit to her shower tormentor. Carol had, however, focused on something else. As she slowly worked the shower gel into a lather on her friend’s cheeks, the shower washed it away. She allowed the water to run clear for a couple of seconds and realized something had changed. The supposedly indelible ink had washed away, leaving her neighbor’s ass clean and smooth.
Carol turned in confusion and caught Phil’s eye, but he merely smiled and held a finger to his lips.
Quickly she resumed her ministrations to Rebecca, this time working her way down one leg and back up the other before repeating the process in the opposite direction, always stopping just short of the waiting pussy. Each time her hands came up to just below Rebecca’s slit, the woman’s entire body trembled and another low guttural moan escaped her lips to betray her arousal. She spread her legs even wider to allow access for Carol, but she had other ideas.
She stood up again and pressed her own wet body into Rebecca’s back, placing her hands on the other woman’s lips and allowing the spray from the shower to fall onto her face as she nuzzled her neighbor’s shoulder.
“Turn around and face me if you want satisfaction.”
She breathed into Rebecca’s ear and felt the other woman shudder once more as her words unleashed the passion tightly coiled within her. Carol leaned back and allowed Rebecca the room to turn around. As soon as she had, she pushed her back against the wall and pressed her wet nakedness with her own, her arms pinioning Rebecca’s to the wall, her breasts mashing into her neighbor’s, and their lower bodies fused at the hip. One of Carol’s legs inserted itself between Rebecca’s, forcing the slightly taller woman to spread her legs further apart exposing her wet slit to Carol’s thigh. Rebecca didn’t resist as Carol lifted her arms above her head and held them in one hand against the wall. Her other hand, now freed, slipped down over the silky skin, slick with the water continuing to spray over both of them. Finally it reached the target and, as her fingers gently brushed over Rebecca’s mound, the tormented woman tensed and screamed as she came, without Carol even touching her clit, or her pussy itself, more than fleetingly.
“That was pretty hot, ladies. But I think you should return the favor, don’t you, Rebecca?”
Phil’s laconic comment caught Rebecca by surprise and her eyes flew open; throughout the time in the shower she had shut their audience out by keeping them shut. Now, forcibly reminded, she caught her bottom lip in her teeth but brought her hands down and grabbed Carol by the shoulders. They looked deep into each other’s eyes and Rebecca brought her
mouth close to Carol’s and planted a light kiss on her lips.
“Shall we?” she whispered, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Back first, please, sweetie.”
Carol replied and the two switched places, turning to face the wall, although she kept her face turned toward the watching men and her eyes open. She could see the naked lust and frank appreciation in each pair of eyes watching them. As Rebecca began to sensuously wash her back, Carol’s own heat increased at the thought of being taken like this by another woman in front of these men.
Rebecca’s hands were not as gentle as Carol’s had been, nor was she as slow. Within seconds her hands were massaging Carol’s buttocks. Carol gasped. The more literal assault on her body was increasing her arousal and her breathing deepened as she felt Rebecca’s fingers spread her ass cheeks apart. Suddenly Rebecca stopped and pressed her front into Carol’s back squashing Carol in to the wall.
“You slut! You knew the ink was going to wash off you, didn’t you?” she breathed into Carol’s ear.
“No. I hoped it would, just as it had off you.”
“You mean it’s gone from my ass too?”
“Yes!”
The last reply was almost forced from Carol as a gasp as her neighbor began to writhe and squirm against her. Carol could feel Rebecca’s turgid nipples as they scraped small side to side paths across her back. The bony protrusions of Rebecca’s hips danced enticingly across Carol’s ass cheeks. Carol panted.
“Spread em, you slut!”
The hard and fast tactics Rebecca was using, together with being called a slut, was driving Carol closer and closer to the requested, or was it required, orgasm. Meekly she spread her legs.
“What do you want me to do to your body, slut?” Rebecca hissed in her ear.
“Make me cum, please…”
“What do you want me to do to you to make you come in front of your audience, slut?”
Rebecca had obviously realized that Carol was getting turned on by being treated this way, by being dominated and humiliated. Carol’s breathing turned into a pant and she began to rhythmically thrust her buttocks back against Rebecca’s pinioning body.
“Touch me…”
“Touch you where, slut?”
“Touch my… oh, God!… touch my pussy.”
“You want me to finger your cunt, slut?”
“Yes!”
“You want me to thrust my fingers deep into your slit? You want me to play with your clit, slut? Is that what you want?”
“Oh, God!… Yes”
Carol was almost shouting now, her ass moving in humping motions, trying to get Rebecca to give her what she wanted. She was still watching her audience as she pleaded with another woman to bring her to orgasm. They were entranced, engrossed in the spectacle before them.
“Turn around, slut.”
Carol turned to face Rebecca and the other woman looked her straight in the eyes as one hand dropped to Carol’s exposed mound. Without being told, Carol spread her legs apart, exposing her vulnerable pussy to Rebecca’s onslaught.
“You want me to finger duck your cunt, slut?”
“Yes…”
Rebecca’s hand drove straight at its target. Carol felt an electric shock as they grazed against her outer labia and then three fingers pushed into her as far as the second knuckle. She screamed in ecstasy as the sensations began to uncontrollably boil through her entire body, centered on her vagina. Rebecca’s thumb began to press in a circling motion on the area immediately surrounding her clit. Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was in reality only seconds, she began to withdraw her fingers only to ram them back into her helplessly writhing victim.
“Oh, God! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
Finally, the orgasm subsided and Carol, no longer able to support her own weight, sank down to the floor of the shower unit, where she was joined by an equally exhausted Rebecca. After a minute or so they both turned and looked out into the bathroom itself. Only Phil now stood in the doorway, the others having silently disappeared.
“Well done, ladies. That was sensational. Put your robes on and come into the kitchen.”
He turned and left the two of them alone. Wearily they rose and grabbed the indicated toweling robes, belting them securely around their waists before trooping out into the kitchen.
“You bastard. You said that was indelible ink!”
Phil laughed at Carol’s outburst.
“Think about it, darling. If I’d used indelible ink your husbands would have been asking questions. If I’d said it was washable, you wouldn’t have tried to hide so well which made the game so much more interesting. Now grab a coffee, Lizzie needs to talk to you. Don’t worry, the action is over for the day.”
Chapter 30
The sound of a car horn interrupted her reverie as Carol finished her coffee the following morning, still trying to come to terms with the events of the previous day. Glancing at the clock told her she was slightly late, and she quickly grabbed her purse before barreling out of the front door to find Lizzie sitting in the car in front of her drive with Susie in the front passenger seat. She was relieved to see Rebecca hurrying down her own drive opposite and the two women piled into the back of Lizzie’s expensive Mercedes at almost the same time.
“Let’s go, ladies. It’s fun time today. We are going shopping!”
Lizzie was obvious happy about today, the two women in the back less so as they were somewhat more apprehensive about the details of the shopping trip Lizzie was taking them on.
The electric gates on the estate road parted noiselessly, allowing them through. Carol glanced nervously at Rebecca and assessed the way she was dressed. In fact, the three women with Lizzie were dressed almost identically in style, if not in color. Carol was wearing a print sundress with spaghetti straps which was fashionably short without being as obscene as most of the items Phil and Lizzie had made her wear. Underneath she was wearing nude hold-ups and a thin white semi-transparent thong. Both Susie and Rebecca were wearing similar dresses and she was sure that they would be wearing very similar underwear, albeit on Lizzie’s instructions, in different colors.
“So, ladies, I thought we’d go to the swimwear shop first at the Brentside Mall, okay?”
“Okay,” the three chorused together and Rebecca and Carol glanced at each other.
It was several minutes’ drive to the chosen mall and the two women in the back were nervous around each other following the events of the previous day.
“So, how did you enjoy Phil’s version of hide and seek?” Susie asked from the front.
“Erm… different.”
Carol’s answer trailed off into silence as Susie laughed.
“Caught me by surprise when he pulled that one on Carrie and me last year.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, you got off lightly. Phil had ten guys searching for us and they made sure they all caught us.”
“But why did you have to help them?”
Rebecca burst into the conversation. Susie chuckled and turned in her seat to face both of them.
“Orders, of course. Phil told me to take the camera if you were caught in my garden.”
Both Carol’s and Rebecca’s faces mirrored their disbelief. It was Lizzie who intervened.
“It’s true, girls. Susie is as much subject to Phil’s will as you two are. She was ensnared at the same time I was, but he married me, leaving Susie as the only forced player in our games.”
“You mean… ?”
“Yep. I do as I’m told just as much as you two do. The only difference is I’ve had much longer to learn to enjoy it. Now, don’t say you didn’t enjoy the shower yesterday?”
Rebecca blushed; Carol knew her own face was just as red.
“How do you know about the shower?”
“I watched the film of it this morning.” Susie visibly shivered. “It was hot! I came just watching the two of you. Had to have another shower of my own.”
“Now
, come on, you two, relax. We’ve got a lot of things to do today. Let’s get the bikinis sorted first.”
Lizzie intervened again as she pulled in, in front of the strip mall, where there was an empty space right outside the swimwear shop.
* * * *
“Lizzie, darling, how nice to see you again!”
“Victor, sweetie, you too!”
The obviously old acquaintances air kissed and Lizzie turned to introduce the others.
“This is Susie, Carol and Rebecca. We want to find a set of matching bikinis. Not white, but pale colors. Each one a different color but the same style. Tie-ons. And, of course, we want the ones with the removable gusset pieces.”
“Naughty girls. Planning a party?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe, Victor baby. Now we’ll use the family changing room if that’s okay with you? We want your personal attention.”
“Of course, darling. I’ll go and grab some stock while you go and get naked and I’ll fit them all for you.”
“Three of each one, Victor.” Lizzie called after him as the camp shop manager bustled off into the depths of the store.
Lizzie led the way toward the fitting rooms with Susie close behind, the other two tagging along at the rear. When they reached their destination, Lizzie opened a side door just outside the cubicles and ushered the three others into a room much larger than a standard fitting room. There were about six chairs and several sets of wall hooks for clothing. Designed for use by a family, it was reserved for family parties. But not today.
Susie went straight over to the far corner and reached behind herself to unzip her dress. Lizzie made for the other corner and made the same motions. Aware that the other two hadn’t moved she looked back at them as she shrugged her own dress off her shoulders.
“Come on, we haven’t got all day. Victor will be here to fit the bikinis in a minute and you had better be ready for him.”
“But…”
Lizzie giggled. “Don’t worry, he’s gay.”
