Leah's Lens Trilogy

by Bridy McAvoy

  “She’s really getting into it, fella. I mean really getting into it.”

  There was another reason for moving my head forward, of course. I knew the instruction to move it to allow Owen access to the bow that secured the halter wouldn’t be long in coming so I was forestalling another chance for him to humiliate me, by offering what he wanted on a plate. A small victory but one that warmed me inside. I watched with languid eyes as Stan now put his camera on its tripod and adjusted it. Owen’s fingers were now massaging under the straps of my dress and moving down from my shoulders onto the top of my chest where my breasts began to swell outwards. His movements were still slow and gentle, definitely seductive rather than aggressive and I could feel my body responding. Glancing down, I could see his hands moving ever lower towards my breasts while Stan had moved around the cameras and was seating himself next to me.

  Obviously, temporarily at least, Owen had got his humiliation thing out of his system, now they were going to tag team seduce me. The problem for me was: what had happened upstairs had got me so hot that I was perfectly willing to go along with it. Once they’d succeeded in getting what they were after, then I suspected the humiliation would begin again, but that was later for now. I made it easier for Stan by uncrossing my legs. Drawn by the movement, his hand descended to my stocking-covered leg just below the hem of the dress. Owen’s fingers left the upper slopes of my breasts and I felt a gentle tug behind my neck as he pulled on the bow. As the loose ends trailed down my back I leaned forward a little to free them and was rewarded with the sudden slackness of the fabric covering my chest. I leaned back again, the same dreamy smile playing over my lips.

  I put my head right back and gazed up into Owen’s face, smiling up at him. He responded by lowering his face to mine and placing a gentle kiss on my lips. He pulled away a couple of inches and I slowly closed my eyes and parted my lips, and even Owen couldn’t ignore such an invitation. As his lips locked on mine, my tongue flicked out to tickle his lips and my right hand came up to circle his neck and hold him in position. His hands had returned to my shoulders, and I could feel the fabric moving as he slowly slid the two halves of the halter from around my neck. My left hand moved to Stan’s thigh to encourage him to do more than simply rest his hand on my leg. He started from the contact but then twisted in his seat to give himself a better view of Owen’s slow unveiling of my torso. His hand began to move, gently rubbing up and down on my leg, no real pressure but each upward sweep carrying the hemline higher.

  One of Owen’s hands finally reached into the gaping top of my dress and cupped my left breast. I moaned into his mouth and his tongue began to spear down into mine. Reflexively, as my passion began to build, I allowed my legs to part, moving my right one away from Stan, providing him with an even clearer invitation to caress my most private parts. Things were heating up very nicely, or to be precise I was heating up very nicely, the two of them continued to be very gentle with me and it was paying dividends. Owen leaned further forward over the top of the couch, rotating his body to allow his hands to sink lower onto their targets. Both hands were on my breasts now, the loose halter neck top to the dress lying on top of them, uselessly. My nipples were rock hard against his hands and he brought his fingers up and started to run the ball of the digit over them, rather roughly. This caused a flicking sensation on the sensitive nubs and the fleshy globes of my breasts quivered from the repeated impacts.

  Stan had not been idle either. His hand was stroking the bare skin above my stocking and I guessed the camera in front of me could almost certainly now see my pussy. Owen stopped the passionate kiss and broke the contact, allowing me to come up for air. I was panting hard as he pushed the top of the dress down to my waist, moved his hands away to show my chest to the camera, and of course to his partner. I moaned again. My hand on Stan’s leg moved now, from his thigh to his crotch, brushing against the outline of his cock through his jeans. I felt it twitch under my touch and reconfirmed its size – this guy was huge. My breath caught in my throat at the thought but his fingers had reached the juncture of my legs and coherent thought was something I suddenly struggled with.

  “She wants it, Owen. She’s soaked.”

  “I know. Look at those nipples, they’re huge.”

  Owen let go of me and I heard him move around the end of the couch. He stopped and moved the camera at the foot of the couch to what was obviously a better position before moving to stand in front of me. He held his hands out for mine and, when I extended my arms, he gently pulled me to my feet. Stan still had his hand cupping my mound so the movement wasn’t that graceful, but I was soon standing there swaying on weakened legs as arousal coursed through me. Owen turned me side on to the camera and held me close. My arms rose to circle his neck, as much for support as for the benefit of the cameras. Stan rose to his feet as well and stood close behind me. I had to suppress the giggle that rose in my throat as I thought about being the cheese in the sandwich, caught between the pickle and the cucumber. I could feel Owen’s excitement pushing against my stomach, and even more clearly Stan’s much larger erection pushing against my ass.

  Raising my face in invitation for a kiss, I opened my lips and allowed Owen to respond. Given that my dress was now hanging around my waist, I knew I presented an obscene picture to the watching cameras, but I was too lost in the moment to care. As he kissed me Owen ground his cock into my stomach and behind me Stan raised his hands to fondle the sides of my breasts while grinding his cock against my ass. Owen pulled his chest back slightly, allowing Stan to cup my breasts with his large hands and I moaned into my blackmailer’s mouth as the passion burnt ever higher.

  Owen’s hands dropped to my hips and he pulled me tight against his lower body, his cock attempting to burrow through the clothing that separated us as it pressed against my tummy. Stan gently massaged my breasts, and his prick pushed against my back. As Owen began to guide my hips forwards and backwards in a simulated thrust, each time the sensation eased at the front it simply increased the pressure behind. All the time this was happening Owen was kissing me, his tongue spearing in and out of my mouth, the movements becoming harder and harder with each passing moment. By the time he broke the kiss to give himself some recovery time I was panting to catch my breath. I could hear a low keening sound and realised it came from my own throat. They’d got me so hot with this double teamed foreplay I was almost drooling at the prospect of the real event. I nestled my head into Owen’s chest, turning my face towards the camera and smiling gently as they continued to buffet my body between theirs. Our hidden camera over the window would be catching as good a view as theirs were.

  Some signal passed above my head between the two men because suddenly Stan let go of my breasts and took a half step back. At the same time Owen moved away from me too. My nipples ached from no longer being touched and my legs were rubbery as I tried to stand on my own feet without Owen’s support for the first time in minutes. My blackmailing neighbour dropped to his knees in front of me and reached up to my waist to snag the top of the dress. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as I felt Stan’s hands join Owen’s. As their hands descended over my hips, each took the opportunity to caress the flesh as it was exposed. By now my nerve endings were on fire and I desperately needed to feel a prick inside of me. I couldn’t stand still, my hips bucking and grinding against their hands as the dress fell free to land on my feet.

  Meekly I lifted one foot and then the other to allow Owen to draw the dress clear and slither it away across the floor and I was now a nude, sandwiched between two fully dressed men, about as obscene a sight as you could get. Owen smiled at me and disengaged my hands from his shoulders, gently pulling them down in front of him. I bent at the waist which must have presented Stan with a fabulous view of my ass and my emerging pussy as I shuffled my legs apart to maintain my balance. Owen continued the movement, drawing me further and further down and I realised he wanted me to drop to my knees. Doing so was a relief for two reasons: I
didn’t think my legs would hold my weight much longer and secondly I was scared Stan was going to take a leaf out of Owen’s book and spank the target in front of him.

  I tried to descend to my knees as gracefully as possible but that was difficult with Stan caressing my ass and as soon as my knees touched the floor Owen shuffled backwards to give me room to drop my hands to the floor too. A scant few seconds later I was on all fours. My mouth was still open as I gulped in air. Now my eyes went wide too, as I knew what came next.

  Oh God! Owen’s going to force me to blow him while Stan fucks me with that monster cock!

  I almost began to panic but controlled it as I watched Owen slowly undo his zipper and extract his erection from his clothing. Similar sounds from behind me confirmed they were still working in unison.

  “You ready for this, sweetheart? You ready to get double-teamed?”

  It was the first time Owen had spoken for some time and I didn’t want to reply for a very simple reason. My brain was shrieking no, while my body was saying now, do it now! A complex shudder ran through me as I felt Stan place one hand in the small of my back and the other unerringly dipped to allow him to run his fingers along my slit.

  “She’s ready, Owen! I think she may even be more than ready.”

  Owen dropped to his knees in front of me, his rigid dick pointing straight at my mouth, only inches away from its target zone. My lips were already parted as I panted for air; something that I knew would soon be in short supply. He pushed forward, the tip of his cock approaching my open mouth. Behind me Stan had slipped two fingers into the channel of my vagina. They slipped inside easily, I was that wet. In fact if he’d brought his thumb up to my button at that point I’d probably have screamed my release, but he didn’t unfortunately.

  I opened my mouth wide and accepted the very tip of Owen inside. My tongue lashed across the bulging skin of his tip and paused for a moment at the tiny hole in the end. After a moment of mutual teasing, he pushed further and slowly the ridge of flesh behind the end slid past my teeth and into my mouth. My lips closed around it and I sucked fiercely. I felt Stan steady himself behind me as he too dropped to his knees and suddenly withdrew his hand. Something, much thicker than his fingers, and much, much harder, pushed against my slippery lips. It felt huge, far bigger than I’d been anticipating and I almost started to struggle in panic. Owen was ready for me; his hands gripped the sides of my head and held me motionless as he slowly sawed his cock in and out of my mouth.

  “It’s all ready, sweetheart. It might be bigger than you’ve had before—it is for most of the women he’s fucked in his life—but you can take it, especially if you’re already wet and you are, aren’t you?”

  I couldn’t speak around his cock plugging my mouth and his hands preventing me nodding. In fact I was surprised how much his words calmed me down. I held still, feeling the pressure against my pussy lips as Stan slowly pushed the massive rod into me. My lips parted, allowing the very tip to pass between them. Even this felt thicker than anything else I’d ever had. He pushed a bit harder and his end was inside me, the ridge behind it against my outer labia. It felt incredible to be pinned like that, one cock in my mouth, gently moving in and out, one pushing against my nether lips, almost inside of me.

  What do they call it, airtight? No that requires a third one in the ass as well. Thank god there’s only two of them!

  The thought was enough to send a complex shiver running through me and I knew the cameras were capturing every detail as my body began to writhe between them. The movement excited Stan and he pushed a bit harder. I felt I was being torn open as that thick ridge of gristle slipped between my lips and into my vagina. I’d thought Leo filled me when he entered me, now I knew what being filled actually meant. I was full, the sides of his bell end rubbing against the walls of my vagina in a way that was partly painful and partly pleasurable. He hadn’t even begun to thrust the length into me, being considerate enough to give my pussy time to adjust to the sensations flooding through it.

  “Tight?”

  “Tightest I’ve had in a while. I can feel her muscles as they stretch around me.”

  I shivered again at their conversation as they talked above my head, as if I couldn’t hear them.

  “You ready to continue?”

  “Yeah. I want to really ream this tight lady out.”

  “She’s no lady. She’s our slut for this morning. Aren’t you, Leah? Ready to anything we ask or tell you to do. She loves to be told what to do, don’t you, Leah?”

  Owen began to thrust his cock further into my mouth until it reached the top of my throat. I realised he was looking to push it all the way into my throat and my eyes opened in panic. I had other things to worry about because Stan was pushing hard from behind as well and I could feel his oversized prick sliding, inch by painful inch, further into me. I was wet, as wet as I’d ever been, but it was still painful, he was that thick.

  He was in at least as far as Leo was when he took me doggy style but he didn’t seem to be stopping. Owen began to pull back a little, allowing me the chance to breathe but Stan kept going. Finally he too came to a stop and I now knew, where I’d thought I’d been full before, I was now truly filled, nothing had ever come that close before. As he began to withdraw once more, Owen began to push forward. My body rocked back towards Stan under the pressure. Then Stan began to thrust forward and Owen pulled back and I rocked back towards Owen.

  They were working together, getting a rhythm going and I was almost being tossed around between them like a rag doll. The mood in the room had changed in the last couple of minutes; the slow seduction had rapidly become a double fucking! I felt both degraded and used, and finally had to admit to myself that I was loving it! I wanted to scream out my pleasure as the orgasm took me but I could only make muffled grunts around the cock filling my mouth. My whole body shook and both men increased the tempo in response to some unknown signal above my head. The orgasm must have relaxed some of the muscles in my throat because suddenly Owen’s cock was running freely from my mouth into my throat, another first.

  That realisation set off sparks behind my eyes and I came again, even before the first one had fully subsided.

  “I can’t last much longer…She’s deep throating me…It’s fucking incredible.”

  “Me neither…Owen…I can’t take much more.”

  Please guys no, don’t cum now! I want more of this.

  The buffeting became stronger and stronger. I was definitely the plaything being hurled around between them. Although my hands were still on the carpet, on each inward thrust, Stan was lifting my knees clear of the floor and slamming my whole body forward to meet Owen coming the other way. The second orgasm didn’t subside either, it seemed to roll on and on, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me.

  “I’m there…”

  Nooooo!

  Owen was still as quick on the draw as he had been the week before. I could feel the end of his cock swell inside my throat and expected him to fire his load straight into my stomach. Owen again surprised me, quickly pulling out and aiming straight at my face. Somehow I managed to close my eyes before the first squirt of his cum spat out and splashed all over one of my eyelids. The next spurt landed alongside my nose, the next one on my nose and the fourth one on my other eyelid. After that he pushed his cock back between my still open lips and fired the last couple of drops onto the roof of my mouth before pulling out once more. Stan hadn’t stopped pumping behind me, my knees still clearing the floor at the end of each thrust. I could feel his rhythm becoming more ragged now and knew he was almost as quick on the trigger as Owen was, which seemed such a pity for a guy with such a large prick.

  He too pulled out and a moment later I felt the warm splash of something landing along the crease of my ass and up onto my naked back. He too had gone for a porn star finish, covering my ass in his cum.

  Bastards! I hadn’t finished yet!

  I shook my head to clear the thoughts from my mind,
feeling very empty at both ends as the two men staggered back to their feet and moved away. I heard them click their cameras off the tripod heads and as the shutter clicks approached I realised they were filming their handiwork.

  “Here.”

  Owen handed me a tissue and I cleaned off the stick mess from around my eyes, allowing me to open them. Stan was crouched there shooting my jism-covered face with his camera only inches in front of me. He hadn’t bothered to do up his fly and I could finally see his naked half hard cock for the first time. Already deflating after his exertions it was still as big as Leo’s was and definitely much thicker than Owen’s. I couldn’t believe I’d accommodated that monster. I stared at it in shock as the two men laughed at the expression on my face.

  “I told you we called him Stan The Man for a reason. Now time for your shower. We’ve got two more sequences to shoot before lunch and time is running on.”

  Part III

  Owen’s instructions to meet them on the deck within ten minutes was a little worrying, as was the attire, rather less sexy than I’d expected. A tight white cotton singlet, matching cotton briefs, bare legged and bare feet weren’t what I’d been expecting. They both seemed to be stocking men, but he was the boss so that’s what they got. I checked myself in the hall mirror as I went past and had to admit it didn’t look bad at all, kind of sexy in its own way, simply nothing I’d have chosen.

  My fears were exacerbated when I walked through the patio doors. The tripods were all set up but they weren’t pointing at the deck. The cameras mounted on them were all trained on the lawn instead. Odder and odder.

  “Are there you are, Leah! I was about to send out a search party. We’re running a little late now so please go and stand in the middle of the lawn and face us please.”