Going Too Far

by Unknown

  ‘Great,’ I said briskly. Red looked as though he was about to prevaricate and it seemed best to get rid of Carlos so we could at least discuss him alone. ‘See you later.’

  I pecked him on the cheek, suspecting he was the only man in the whole of the national park who smelled faintly of expensive cologne.

  We put up the tent without a word and laid out our bedrolls and sleeping bags. I put the plastic sheet down in the doorway and Red and Robbie sat on it, looking up at me.

  ‘So? You think I shouldn’t have said, OK, we’ll come to dinner at yours?’ I asked, slightly exasperated by their look.

  ‘Bliss, you didn’t – you didn’t invite him, did you?’ asked Red quietly.

  ‘Oh for fuck’s sake.’ I was really quite cross. ‘You think I wouldn’t have told you? No, scrap that remark. You really think that I would have invited him in the first place? Surely that’s ridiculous enough, never mind doing it and not telling you.’

  I plonked myself down on the sheeting and gave them an evil look. ‘You turn up in Chiloe and he thinks it’s my doing, now he turns up here and you suspect I invited him. Doesn’t anyone trust me?’

  ‘OK, calm down,’ said Robbie. ‘Of course we trust you. But it’s a bit surprising that he’s arrived here on the same day as us.’

  ‘I was thinking about that as we put up the tent,’ I admitted. ‘But let’s face it he knew which day we were sailing on, and if he doesn’t suspect you’re out to do a little undercover work in Puerto Natales he could easily have worked out that we’d be here today at the latest. After all, it’s not the most exciting town in the world, is it?’

  ‘He can’t spend all his time deducing where you’ll be and when. Don’t forget that’s how he said he found you in San Pedro,’ said Robbie thoughtfully. ‘He admitted he had you followed in Bolivia. What’s to say that ever stopped?’

  A shiver went through me at the thought that I’d been stalked for weeks, but I dismissed it. ‘No, he did that for my protection. Honestly, I believe him. And I think you should give yourselves credit for noticing if we’d been tailed all along.’

  Carlos wasn’t out to harm me, I was sure of that. We sat in gloomy silence for a moment, then I had a brainwave.

  ‘Got it!’ I said triumphantly. ‘We booked the bus tickets the day before we came. He wouldn’t need to have us followed if he had a contact working for the bus company.’

  The guys agreed that was quite inspired. We certainly knew that Carlos had plenty of contacts in various places.

  ‘So, not necessarily sinister. He really might have just wanted to join us and phoned a friend.’

  Red and Robbie didn’t look relieved in the slightest, however. I started to lose patience with them.

  ‘Look, you don’t really believe he’s followed us to do us some harm for trying to expose him, do you?’

  They didn’t answer.

  ‘Well, do you?’ I repeated.

  ‘I guess I do,’ admitted Red. ‘He’s turned up here to have a nice family Christmas. Can you buy that? And I think we’re all forgetting he said he’s got a proposition for us.’

  Robbie smiled crookedly. ‘Let’s cool it and assume for now that he’s going to propose that Bliss sleeps with him rather than us. The little shit – I hope you say no. But apart from that, look at all this.’

  He gestured at the tents dotting the campsite. Even as we’d been putting up our tent and talking more people had turned up, obviously with the same plan as us. Others had come down the path from the viewpoint, exclaiming how beautiful it was, and were diving into the tents that had been unoccupied when we arrived.

  ‘It’s going to be a pretty full house here. He might have expected to be able to threaten us in some way, but with all these people around he’s got no chance of getting away with it.’

  Stubbornly, I couldn’t believe that Carlos was out to harm us. ‘He is not going to threaten us,’ I said fiercely. ‘I’m telling you he won’t hurt me, I know it. He – he’s fond of me.’

  God, that was hard to say to the guys, because I knew how fond of me they were too. I just wanted to get them to relax rather than waiting for Carlos to pounce on me at any minute. If he was up to something we’d find out sooner or later, and not only were we three against one but frankly we were all somewhat bigger than him.

  Dinner was most pleasant. As Carlos was only spending four days in the park as opposed to our eight I had no compunction in rifling through his food. He was obviously not an experienced tramper, having brought impractically heavy things such as cans of corned beef and soft things such as a hunk of truffled pate. Seeing as that was already squashed into a formless lump I decided we might as well have it as an hors d’oeuvre before the pasta with instant sauces. After one of his litre cartons of wine the sporadic conversation livened up a bit and once we started on the second carton – the guys were all for saving it for the next day but I overruled them – I found myself explaining how lucky we were at getting Michael the German as our cabin mate.

  ‘Obviously we wanted a bit of privacy.’ I looked Carlos straight in the eyes and, OK, I was flirting. As I said, I’m turning into a bad girl; having all three of my lovers round the metaphorical dinner table had rather turned me on.

  My hint hadn’t gone unnoticed.

  ‘It seems a good time to discuss my proposition,’ said Carlos softly. ‘I guess you guys are a bit pissed off that I’ve turned up just as you’re going to share a few nights with Bliss. Or share Bliss for a few nights.’

  ‘Or share a few nights of bliss,’ I added childishly.

  ‘I’m sure they will be. Especially as she has been staying with me for a week, although we encountered a couple of little problems. Which she may have told you about.’

  ‘That’s right, mate,’ said Red aggressively. ‘She tells us everything – make no mistake about it.’

  ‘Yes, including how you got rid of Susie-cow,’ I said, touching Carlos’s arm. ‘Not to mention that I was a complete tosser, thinking you were going to use me as a prostitute. And that I led you on about wanting an audience.’

  ‘Not so loud, Bliss,’ grinned Robbie. ‘Are you pissed?’

  ‘Just relaxed,’ I said defensively. ‘Anyway, proposition away, Carlos.’

  His eyes were on mine. ‘You told them about Susie. So they know that the only time I’ve been the spectator was unwillingly.’ His eyes moved to Robbie. ‘I want to play your part. But I want to watch both of you with Bliss. And I want her tied up.’

  ‘Jeez.’ Red sounded as though he was about to burst out with outraged refusals but Robbie waved his hand for silence.

  ‘You only want to watch? Bliss will be tied up but we’ll be free? Is that why you’ve got such a big tent?’

  Carlos had nodded to the first two and laughed his assent to the last. Of course in his job he’s used to planning in advance, I thought, half amused.

  ‘I’ve never fucked Bliss,’ Robbie stated baldly. ‘If that’s what you want, she’s got to agree.’

  ‘It’s about time you did,’ I said, putting as little inflection in my voice as I could. God knows how long I’d been wanting him to! Even when we played the no limits game he’d hung back from it, and on the boat Robbie had watched from his top bunk as Red and I screwed in the other. In fairness to Red, however, I didn’t want to sound too desperate.

  ‘Red?’

  He stirred uneasily. ‘I’m not keen. It’s one thing having your mate there, but I’m not used to performing in front of strangers. Not to mention having her tied up.’

  ‘That’s essential, and I don’t mean just from a selfish viewpoint,’ said Carlos. ‘I know Bliss will like it. Won’t you?’

  His face was close to mine and his dark eyes hypnotised me, but not as much as his words. ‘Tied up, being screwed by your two lovers, one for the first time, with someone watching. Someone who also wants you. Watching and wanting, but not having. Don’t disappoint me by saying you’re not interested.’

  Fat chance
of that. ‘Maybe I’m disappointed that you’re not going to join in,’ I said archly.

  ‘Insatiable slut,’ said Robbie with a smile on his face, and I knew we were on. He’d started already.

  ‘That sounds good,’ said Carlos, his eyes narrowing. ‘I’ve heard you provide the commentary too.’

  ‘Why won’t you join in, Carlos?’ I asked. OK, I am an insatiable slut.

  He looked thoughtfully at Red. ‘I will if you want me to – after,’ he said obliquely.

  ‘After what?’

  ‘Well, I would like a little rôle play. You’re going to be tied up. All that’s missing is an element of coercion.’

  ‘Oh, fuck off. I’m not going to bloody well rape her,’ said Red.

  ‘No,’ said Carlos quickly. ‘Just . . . let’s say she’s willing, but not enthusiastic? Let’s say the scenario is that she’s agreed to be tied up by her boyfriend but didn’t know his friend was coming round. And that . . . somehow –’ he looked at Robbie ‘– she’s talked into letting the friend join in.’

  He sounded like a TV producer putting ideas into words in a brainstorming session. I’m thinking rape, no, that’s too violent, I’m thinking gangbang – marvellous, darling. . .

  ‘Have you brought your dressing-up clothes?’ asked Robbie.

  ‘Some things.’ Carlos nodded. ‘So? Are we on?’

  I was most definitely on, even if it meant I had to swap roles and help the other two tie the reluctant Red to the tent frame and rape him, no sorry, gangbang him. But finally he nodded agreement, and before everyone started shuffling around wondering how to start I sent the guys down to the stream with the dirty pots and dishes while I snatched some quality time with Carlos.

  ‘Is this for me? Or you?’ I asked as soon as the others were out of earshot. ‘Or is there another agenda here?’

  ‘It’s for both of us. It’s because you’ll be going home in a couple of weeks’ time. It’s because I might never see you again. It’s because I really had nothing to do for Christmas. And not least, just for the hell of it.’

  He drew me inside the tent and we kissed. His tongue explored my mouth insistently but tenderly, redolent of the lover he had been after the Maria incident. Strange really, when you consider he’d just asked me to play at being tied up and gangbanged by two other men while he watched.

  ‘Heard from Susie?’

  ‘Of course. She’s running the office.’ His face clouded over. ‘I’ll be back in Lima within a month. I guess we’ll make up, but I’ll never forget what she did to you.’

  ‘Well, maybe it wasn’t such a big deal.’

  He snorted. ‘She doesn’t know where to draw the line, or rather she takes a sadistic delight in ignoring it. Power is one thing. Using it cruelly is another.’

  ‘Pretend cruelty’s different, though.’

  Carlos picked up a black bag from the top of his rucksack. ‘Talking of which . . .’

  Ten minutes later I was dancing close – I mean very close – to Red, who was playing my boyfriend. He got into the spirit of the thing by feeling me up as I rubbed myself around him and he then undid the buttons of my shirt. I pulled it back to expose the front-lacing black basque that Carlos had brought for me, running my hands over my tits and offering them to Red. Robbie and Carlos looked on and, feeling like a stripper, I tossed off my shirt and unzipped my trousers. Wiggling my hips I pulled them down and stepped out of them, now wearing only the basque and a black G-string.

  Although it was Red’s hand I placed between my legs it was Robbie and Carlos I was gyrating for. I’d been worried that Red wasn’t going to be able to perform with Carlos there but Red was facing away from him and as he fingered me, feeling my increasing wetness seeping on to the scrap of silk, I reckoned he was going to be fine.

  I unzipped him and his penis sprang out, almost ready for me. Stroking it gently I coaxed it to its normal hugeness, luxuriating in showing off the length and circumference of it to Carlos. Did he feel jealous? As Red got his combats off completely I kneeled and took him in my mouth, licking up the shaft and then opening my mouth wide to take him in. His hands kneaded my shoulders and reached down to my nipples.

  Partly because I wanted that huge cock inside me again and partly because I wanted to get on with the show, I lay on my back and undid the bows on each side of the G-string so that it fell off me.

  ‘Fuck me.’

  As Red rubbered up I turned towards Robbie and Carlos, drawing my knees up and showing them my cunt. It had started to twitch in anticipation and I wondered if they could see. It also occurred to me that as Robbie hadn’t come on set yet, as it were, Carlos might appreciate a bit of commentary from me. And let’s face it, I would appreciate it myself.

  ‘Get your big cock inside me,’ I said lazily, stroking my clit, but before he could get down to it I turned sideways so that Carlos and Robbie would have more than Red’s arse and my waving legs to watch.

  My moan as he entered me wasn’t faked. He was so big that I couldn’t help it: every time was the same. He moved slowly at first then as I expanded around the huge girth of his cock I raised my legs and put them over his shoulders.

  ‘You’re so bloody big. You fill me right up,’ I breathed. ‘Oh Christ. What do I feel like?’

  ‘Bloody wonderful,’ he said, his face on my tits as I teased my nipples for him.

  ‘Do my tits look nice in this?’

  He nodded. Red wasn’t one for verbal intercourse, but then as he had Robbie for that side of things I guess it wasn’t important.

  His thrusts got deeper and faster and I guessed he was going to come soon. I wondered when Robbie would make his appearance as the ‘friend’; we’d hardly had time to rehearse. I looked sideways and could see him, absorbed in watching me roll my nipples between my fingers.

  Red’s hand moved to my clitoris but I stopped him. ‘Not yet. I want you to concentrate on coming.’ Moving my hands away from my breasts I reached down to his balls. Because of his size it wasn’t easy to reach but I stroked him a few times as he upped the rhythm and came with what almost sounded like a sob in his throat. After he had finished I put my legs down and held him.

  ‘Maybe I’ve chosen the wrong moment to interrupt.’

  Robbie came towards us and stood looking down, his face amused. I was quite impressed by his script.

  Red looked up and smiled. ‘G’day, mate. No worries, I’ve just finished.’

  He lifted himself off me and sat back, legs crossed, and yawned. ‘I’ve got to finish Bliss off, but that can wait.’

  Robbie looked me over almost clinically. ‘Let her do it for herself. I wouldn’t mind watching.’

  ‘Piss off,’ I retorted. ‘I don’t need to do it for myself, thanks very much. Anyway, I definitely wouldn’t do it in front of you.’

  ‘Why not?’ He sat down and smiled at me impudently and complicitly. ‘Go on, I’ve never seen a girl wank herself off before. He won’t mind – will you, mate?’

  Red grinned. ‘Wouldn’t mind seeing it myself. You’ve got a perverted mind, Rob.’

  ‘Don’t you really care if he watches?’ I asked, realising I should stop acting so hammily; my voice sounded like I was auditioning for Eastenders.

  Red shook his head.

  ‘Doesn’t look like you’re that important to him,’ said Robbie insolently. ‘Just another slut, eh, Red?’

  ‘Shut it,’ I said, trying to put conviction into my voice.

  ‘Go on, slut. Get your fingers down there and let’s see how fast you can make yourself come. Or do you want me to do it for you?’

  ‘No,’ I said as positively as I could.

  ‘So do it for yourself. Here, I’ll help you.’

  He pulled my legs apart and, after running his eyes up and down my gaping sex, shook his head and laughed. ‘God, you’re soaking wet down there. You really are a horny little bitch, aren’t you?’

  Yes, yes, yes! everything in me cried out, especially when he motioned Red round to hold
one of my legs. Their hands sent jolts of electricity straight upwards as they grasped my thighs.

  ‘Go on,’ ordered Robbie. ‘Or I will.’ He looked at his watch. ‘Ready, steady, go. See how fast you can do it.’

  My sex muscles were already twitching and if it wasn’t for the fact that I felt weak with desire and my hands were trembling slightly I reckon it would have been about thirty seconds flat. As it was I took him literally and rubbed myself in what you could describe as a workmanlike fashion. Their restraining hands and their eyes on me meant that it really didn’t take long, and although I couldn’t see Carlos I knew he was watching. I moaned as the orgasm tore through me.

  ‘Jesus, you know how to come,’ Robbie said, his voice rough and intimate. ‘I wouldn’t mind feeling that round my prick. Is she always like that, mate?’

  ‘For sure,’ said Red. ‘Go on, have her if you like.’

  ‘Excuse me!’ I was in indignant mode again. ‘It’s up to me.’

  Robbie sighed. ‘You know you want it. You’re a dirty little tramp, aren’t you? The way you did that; don’t tell me you don’t make a habit of it. You’d fuck anything. You’re just putting on an act because you think lover boy won’t like it. Aren’t you?’

  ‘Don’t mind me, Bliss,’ said Red.

  ‘I’ll tell you what, if it makes you feel better, I’ll tie you up and you can pretend you don’t want it. How about that?’

  Now I could think straight again after my relief I was full of admiration for Robbie. Not only was he acting like a pro, he’d scripted a play within a play. I decided that my next line was silence, which could be taken for acquiescence or otherwise, and waited motionless while Robbie picked something from the floor. I sighed as I saw the black leather ties, not with desire, because after my orgasm I felt temporarily sated, but with longing for the freedom of the chains.

  Had he taken a quick lesson from Carlos? First he bound my wrists and then, lifting my arms above my head, wrapped the leather methodically round them as far as it would reach. I didn’t see how else he could tie me, as there was nothing to attach me to in the tent apart from the thin wire of the frame. The basque was already moulded round my breasts, and it would hardly serve his purpose to tie my legs together. But instead he wrapped it twice around my belly, just above my pubes, and knotting it behind he ran it down the crease of my arse and tied it round my left thigh. I could feel it rub against my anus as he laid me down and wrapped the last leather band around my ankle several times, knotting it and then tying it around the only heavy item in the tent, Carlos’s rucksack.