Kristi’s boyfriend is a sharing sort of fellow, it turns out, especially when his friends come to town. Fortunately, Kristi likes it, even if she does need a little encouragement by way of the handcuffs and a paddle:
“See that?” Mark asked, indicating the state of my nipples with my mahogany paddle. They were rock hard and getting harder by the moment. “Two things turn a girl’s high beams on like this,” he said. “And one of them isn’t ice.” Very deliberately, very slowly, he took my left nipple between his fingertips — and tweaked it hard.
“Mmnnn!” I said, jumping in surprise. The five of them laughed.
“Cut it the rest of the way off,” Mark advise Terrence, about my top. A moment later, I was topless.
“Stand up, Kristi, girl.”
I stood up.
“Work them off.”
I did as I was told, though not without difficulty. Then I stood before them, naked and trembling, a rubber ball-gag in my mouth, handcuffed behind my back, my mini-skirt puddled around my ankles, extremely nervous. Then Mark cupped my right breast.
“Who wants to go first?” he asked.
Mortified, I glanced back and forth as the guys looked
uncertainly amongst themselves, and then at Mark. None
of them looked at me.
“It’s yours for the taking,” he advised, rubbing my erect nipple with his thumb. “Terrence?”
Looking perturbed at being called upon again, Terrence nonetheless put down the scissors he was holding in his hand, moved up hesitantly to me, leaned down, and hurriedly kissed my nipple.
“Nugunnnnuh,” I moaned, shivers up and down my spine. Terrence kissed it again, then put it in his mouth and began to suck.
“Eddie?” Mark asked.
Taking up position on my other side, buoyed by Terrence’s success, Eddie took my left breast into his right hand and squeezed it. “Nice,” he said. “Really firm.”
I made noises that Eddie ignored.
“In fact,” he said, rolling my nipple between his forefinger and thumb, “this may be the best tit I’ve ever held. Or sucked on,” he said, putting me in his mouth.
I moaned again.
By now, licks of flame were dancing in my belly, and in my head. The humiliation of being spanked was like an open wound, but a definite arousal-maker too. My body was reacting–I was reacting–and it was like a microwave wrapped around my hips, cooking me from the inside.
Mark said: “Different for you, huh? Not being able to jabber?”
I nodded my head. The ball-gag, though sufficient to shut me up, was not a plug. Drool leaked out both sides of my mouth and down my chin. I felt like a baby.
On Mark’s invitation, Steve came up behind me and started kissing my neck. I squirmed, partly because I was ticklish, but mostly because I was embarrassed and turned on. Being kissed there drove me nuts. Being given a hickey there, which Steve was doing now, drove me absolutely nuts. Then Steve’s hands let go of my shoulders and traveled down my biceps to where my elbows touched my sides, then onto my stomach. He let them slide up and down my skin, exploring me gently, letting me get used to being caressed. If Mark objected to this latest escalation of intimacy with his helpless girlfriend, he didn’t say a word.
Then Bill took his turn. Replacing Terrence at my right breast, he squeezed and nibbled my nipple, biting me–and not so gently, either–while Terrence dropped to his knees and began to rub at my thighs. No, rubbing is not the word. His hands moved lightly, but very possessively, up and down my legs, inside my thighs, close up to my defenseless and very expectant pussy, then across my still-tender ass. I was moaning now, more or less continuously, my temperature really climbing. Then Steve’s hand drifted down my very hot, very quivering belly, over my lower abdomen, and between my legs. A moment later, his middle finger found my waiting vagina and went in it. I began to shake.
“Unngggghhhh,” I moaned loudly.
“This girl is hot!” one of them said in a husky voice I don’t which one, because my eyes were closed. He wasn’t commenting on my appearance.
Mark, understanding that things were teetering on the edge of Kristi getting gang-banged here, decided to push them over. I went from being his show-off girlfriend, to pass-around whore. He forced me to my knees and began to unhook the gag. “Kristi,” he said. “There are five raging hardons in this room. You’re gonna take care of them all.”
Finally free of the gag, I sucked in breath. Ten minutes of being wide open with that thing had left my muscles aching and useless. My jaw cracked loudly. “God,” I said hoarsely, “do I have a fucking choice?”
Mark unzippered his jeans. “Sure you do. Me first, or one of the others.”
I took him into my mouth.
In the following few minutes, in rapid succession, I sucked them all. It wasn’t languid or sultry sucking, either. They pulled me back and forth between their cocks, sharing my mouth, taking their pleasure from passing me around, not from being sucked. They made me gag, tried to choke me going down my throat, humiliated me by holding my head, and after a while took turns holding me, each of them in turn, while someone else fucked my mouth. It was driving me crazy, both from frustration and from sheer arousal.
Suddenly, Mark left the room to go into the bedroom. The part of my mind not already pulped to mush wondered what he wanted next. I found out a minute later, when he came out holding my blindfold…
