by Bridy McAvoy
Crack!
What she hadn’t expected was the stinging retort of the slap as Steve failed to resist the target. She quickly stood upright and frowned at him.
“Why did you do that?”
“For telling me a fib.”
“What fib?”
“You could use the sides of your panties to hold your winnings. So you could have lost your bra.”
Rebecca rubbed her ass, knowing her cheek would already be glowing from the force of the slap. She tried not to show how much the sudden twist in events had turned her on but she was pretty sure her erect nipples were tenting the fabric of the bra. As she watched, the men’s eyes roamed over her now scantily-clad body and her matching red underwear. When Karl saw the front of her bra, he nudged the other two and Rebecca knew she was now officially in trouble.
Chapter 14
It was Karl’s turn to play again and Rebecca had to reach a decision. The teasing play had gone on a long while and, although she was enjoying it, she didn’t think she’d be able to stay in control much longer. Then it came to her, there was a very simple way to control what happened to her and she smiled as Karl broke.
Now they were getting closer to their goal, the play from Steve and Karl was becoming more focused and, as a result, better. It wasn’t hard for Rebecca to put Karl unobtrusively into a winning position and he duly sank the black with relish.
As he approached her, she held up a hand stopping him for a moment. Then she reached into her bra, fishing out the bank notes before inserting them one after the other in the side band of her skimpy panties. Then she looked at him and smiled.
“You ready now?” he asked.
“Anytime, big boy.”
The corniness of her reply threw him for a moment, but the giggles from the other two men pushed him into action again. Just as Steve had done moments earlier, he embraced her, his hands on her naked back pulling her body in to squash up against him. She could feel the round globes of her breasts flattening between them, her hard nipples irritating themselves against the two layers of cloth.
She allowed herself to melt into the kiss and tried hard not to flinch as his hands unerringly found her bra strap. The nylon parted with a soft snap although his body still held the bra firmly to her chest. After what seemed an age, he gently disengaged from the kiss and she removed her arms from around his neck. Allowing her arms to fall to her sides provided him the chance to strip the straps down her arms and, as he looked at her, she smiled and eased herself away from his chest, allowing gravity to compete the process. Catching the bra on the fingers of one hand, she took a step away from him, making no attempt to cover up her suddenly naked breasts.
They stared for a minute before she added her bra to the pile of clothes on the back of the chair and pointedly looked at Frank. The man shook himself, as if the sight of her tits had mesmerized him, and went to rack up. Rebecca smiled—they didn’t know it yet but this was going to be the final frame.
Frank broke and this time potted a ball. Two shots and two pots later, Rebecca was trying to feign a look of worry on her face. Actually she was worried, but only that he might win it too quickly. He flunked the next shot, leaving her with a perfect lay-up canon shot on the black. If she accidentally over-hit it on purpose, then the black would roll in. He couldn’t have set her up better if he’d known what she intended. With only her panties for one item, to foul the black ensured doubling the stakes beyond her ability to pay.
She lined the shot up carefully, fully aware of the way her tits hung down, the way her panties stretched across her ass. Equally as aware of the way the three men were watching her carefully, obviously hoping to watch several shots like that, and then another set naked. Rebecca was taking charge instead. She hit the shot sweetly from her point of view, but much too hard form the match point of view. She hit her own ball and, exactly as she had calculated it, cannoned into the black which veered halfway across the table to drop into the center hole with a satisfying plop.
“Ah!” Rebecca exclaimed as the two watching men cheered. Frank stood there with an astonished look on his face, which was replaced after a moment with a huge grin.
“I think you owe me your panties, young lady, and something else.”
She took a deep breath before turning to face her erstwhile playing partner. His eyes fastened immediately onto her gently swaying naked breasts, her nipples pointing straight at him.
“Well, I suppose you can claim a stocking.”
Frank shook his head.
“Can’t do that, Rebecca. After all, you offered your shoes earlier and we all agreed you would keep those on. You’d have to take a shoe off to remove the stocking, wouldn’t you? That would be against the rules.”
“Oh…” Rebecca said in a small voice, feigning reluctance, “so what would you suggest?”
“Let me collect the panties first and then we’ll see.”
He moved close to her and took the cue from her hand. Rebecca’s chest was heaving as the moment she had been waiting for all evening approached. The memorable weekend at Phil’s house was now a distant memory. Besides, then she hadn’t been the only naked woman present. Here she was about to be the only one naked, and in the presence of three men. She was pretty certain each of them intended to fuck her, and she was more than ready and willing.
Frank was wasting no time, he had been a spectator as each of the other players had claimed part of her clothing, but he was the instrument of her final dénouement. HE didn’t touch her other than to push his fingers into the side straps of the thin panties and jerk them hurriedly downwards. Her landing strip of pubic hair came into his view, and he dropped to his knees to complete the process of stripping her. She spread her legs slightly, allowing him to pull the panties down onto her thighs, exposing her pussy to his eyes. The other two only had a side view and she could see, from the corner of her eye, them moving into a better position.
Frank’s face was only a few inches from her slit as he slowly slid her panties down her long legs. He tapped her left ankle and she obediently lifted that leg, allowing him to draw the garment over her foot. She repeated the process with the other leg and, looking down, watched as he put the well-moistened scrap of lace in his pocket. She sighed, another pair she was destined to lose. Suddenly, Frank leaned forward and she felt his nose nestle into the warm wetness of her pussy.
“Oh…”
She couldn’t help the small moan of passion that escaped her lips nor the involuntary movement that spread her legs further apart allowing him better access. His nose moved upwards until it was brushing against her still sheathed clit and his tongue flashed out to lick her vaginal lips.
“Oh… Oh!”
The moan was louder this time and all three men knew she was now beyond control.
“Stand up and fuck her, man!”
Karl’s comment cut through into Rebecca’s lust-fogged brain, but she was incapable of objecting at all, let alone coherently.
Frank placed his hands on her hips and she looked straight at him, noticing how her juices coated his lips, nose and chin. She was surprised to find this to be such an arousing sight but, knowing she was naked and about to be gangbanged by the three of them, was pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She leaned in and gently kissed him on the lips, tasting her own juices.
“What do you want me to do?”
His question demanded an answer and, even through the fog of lust, she knew a submissive answer was the right one.
“Anything you want to…”
He pulled hard on one hand, still at her hip, and deftly twisted her around. She was now facing the pool table and he moved up close behind her. She knew he wanted her to bend forward but took a perverse pleasure in waiting for him to push on her back to encourage her to do so. Soon she was leaning with her elbows resting on the baize and he put both his hands on the insides of her thighs, encouraging her to spread her legs further. She obliged and felt his crotch pressing against her.
A moment later, the pressure withdrew and she heard the sound of a zip being undone, realizing he was freeing his penis ready for her. She licked her lips, panting in anticipation, and did not have long to wait. Frank pushed the end of his hard rod against the wet opening of her pussy and she gasped as he slowly entered her. Despite the eroticism of the moment, Frank was taking his time, rather than thrusting into her he eased himself in. Finally, after what had felt like an eternity to Rebecca, he was all the way in.
“Oh!… Yes!”
She had intended to feign excitement at this point, to shout and moan and writhe to increase the pleasure of whichever of the men was to fuck her first. Now, however, she wasn’t acting, the moans were natural and a direct result of the feeling of being filled like this. Frank began to withdraw and then push it home again. She felt like he was filling her completely, the position helping him to achieve deeper penetration than before. He shifted position behind her slightly and the next time he pushed his cock into her she felt it slide over her g spot. She was getting closer and closer to the point of an orgasm but, for some reason she couldn’t quite fathom, she wasn’t getting there.
Chapter 15
The other two men had moved to the side of the pool table closer to the action. Karl reached out to fondle one of her hanging breasts. His fingers curled around the nipple, the thumb brushing across the nub of flesh. Steve, in the meantime, was stroking the outside of her thigh above the tops of the stockings, whilst Frank’s hands were slowly caressing the cheeks of her ass as he continued to thrust into her. Still only on the threshold of an orgasm rather than experiencing the release of one, she pleaded with the men.
“Please… please?”
“Please what, Rebecca?”
“Make me cum!… God, make me cum, please!”
She looked over at Karl who was still playing with her breast but looking behind her. She felt Frank pull out almost to the entrance of her pussy and pause.
Crack!
The hard slap whistled down on her backside and she jerked in shock at the same moment as Frank thrust all the way back into her. Again he pulled almost all the way and paused.
Crack!
This time the slap was from the other side, Karl’s side. The way his arm jerked on her breast as the blow landed told her he was the one delivering it. Again Frank thrust all the way into her and this time she thrust back to accept him. When he began to withdraw again she knew what was coming but the stinging retort still hurt, and again her thrust was wilder still.
The rain of blows to her naked ass continued for a couple of minutes, each of the men on either side of her alternating the blows. Finally they must have agreed to coordinate. This time as Frank paused there was the sound of two simultaneous slaps, one on each ass cheek. Frank slammed back into her and this time she came.
She screamed out her passion and began to buck against Frank like a mad woman. He dropped his hands to her hips and held on. The effect the pulsing muscles of her pussy had on him was intense and, just as she came back down from her high, she felt his cock head expand. A moment later she felt a hot stream of his jism explode into the deepest reaches of her vagina, and another, and then another. By the time the fourth and weaker stream was ejaculated into her she was cumming again.
She collapsed forward, trapping Karl’s hand under her chest as the strength of her arms gave way. Her legs would have given way as well but Frank’s yet to soften penis buried in her pussy helped to hold her upright.
Finally he withdrew and she lay there panting, waiting for the next man to take her. She didn’t have long to wait. Karl was unable to move with her breast trapping his hand between herself and the pool table so it was Steve who moved around behind her. She could feel the trickle of fluids seeping down onto her thigh as Frank’s spunk and her own juices leaked out of her gaping slit. She heard Steve lower his fly and felt him position himself against the entrance to her willing cavity.
Unlike Frank, Steve took her in one fell swoop, no need for subtlety, ramming his dick into her in one brutal movement. She screamed in pleasure as he began to plow her rapidly, thrusting in and out like a machine. She struggled into a partially upright position so she could brace her arms on the table top again, allowing her to thrust back at him in counterpoint to his movements. This allowed Karl to fondle her breast again whilst Frank had moved around to the other side and commenced an attack on that breast.
Her ass still stung from the sexual spanking she’d just been given, and she knew Steve was looking down on reddened flesh form his viewpoint. At that moment she didn’t care if he started spanking her again or merely continued to fuck her as he was doing. Instead, he did neither, running his hands down onto the reddened heated of her ass cheeks and digging his fingers hard into the fleshy globes. The sensation was incredible and Rebecca immediately came once more, the pleasure signals from her loins overriding the pain signals from her tortured ass.
The other two men tightened their grip on her sensitive nipples and twisted them in unison. A moment later Steve exploded inside her and her pussy was again flooded with a man’s cum. This time, though, the timing was just slightly wrong and Rebecca couldn’t quite get there with him.
Steve pulled out and moved away, gasping for air. Again, Rebecca could feel the fluids running down her legs, more copious now, and the licentious feeling this gave her made her shudder as Karl moved between her spread legs to take his turn.
Just as Steve had, Karl took her fast and furious, pounding into her. She guessed he wasn’t going to last very long, and this proved to be the case. Despite the attentions both Frank and Steve were lavishing on her breasts, Rebecca was nowhere near ready to cum herself when Karl deposited the third load of cum deep inside her pussy.
As he withdrew she was finally able to climb shakily to her feet and moved away from the pool table. Steve looked over at her.
“You look absolutely incredible like that, young lady. A flush to both cheeks and, I suspect, very well fucked. Good enough to eat, even.”
She looked down at herself, seeing the trail of slime down the inside of her thighs, already beginning to soak into her stocking tops.
“You mean you want to eat that?”
Steve shook his head.
“Another time, perhaps.”
She looked back over her shoulder down toward her glowing ass.
“That wasn’t entirely fair. How am I supposed to sit down now?”
“You can stay standing if you like.”
Frank handed her a glass of wine and she took a large gulp and nodded her thanks.
Steve handed her her blouse and skirt, the bra having mysteriously disappeared.
“Souvenir” he explained when she looked at him.
She shrugged. There was nothing she could do. Besides, Frank had already pinched her panties so the set was ruined, anyway. After struggling into her clothes she was finally ready to go. Steve stopped her with a wave of his hand.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“What?”
“Your winnings.”
He held up the bundle of ten dollar notes she’d won off them in the earlier racks.
“I suppose you’d better keep them, I’ve got nowhere to put them since you nicked my underwear.”
Steve laughed and Rebecca realized the other two guys had moved to stand either side of her. At a nod from Steve, they grabbed her arms.
“There is one place you can store them.”
* * * *
“They didn’t?”
Rebecca nodded.
“He did, Carol, one at a time whilst the other two held me still. By the time I got home they were totally soggy and I could only get four of them out whole. The other one came out in small fragments and I think I lost some of those down the shower. The rest of them are dry now but I daren’t spend them—they smell.”
“Well, you could take them and change them at the bank.”
“Would you?”
The two women
dissolved into laughter, laughing so loud Susie left her desk in the other room to find out what was so funny.
Workmates and Rivals
Prologue
“You never? You let them do that to you?”
Rebecca nodded confirmation over the top of her coffee mug, too embarrassed to actually confirm it, her blush adding emphasis.
“All three of them, bent over the pool table?”
Rebecca nodded again, and Carol noticed, even though her neighbor was blushing, her eyes were sparkling.
“You brazen hussy, you actually enjoyed it as well, didn’t you?”
Rebecca nodded again as she sipped her coffee in an obscene parody of a demure housewife.
They were both sitting on sun loungers on their third neighbor, Lizzie’s, deck soaking up some late morning sunshine. Lizzie had disappeared into the house a few minutes earlier to take a phone call, leaving Carol alone with Rebecca as she told her about the events the previous evening in the town hall rec room.
The tiny bikinis the two women wore emphasized their charms rather than concealed them, something they were both conscious of but had acquired the confidence to ignore. After all, their hostess was similarly dressed and both of them had been dressed in less, and done more on this very deck in the not so distant past.
