Samantha

Pleasure


The next day, Tuesday, I was home by five thirty, enough time to have a bath and do tea before Martin arrived. I was nervous and excited.

I let myself in. As I pushed the front door to I heard a noise behind me. Before I could turn around someone had their arm around my neck and another round my waist, lifting me off the ground. I struggled but it was pointless. Other hands blindfolded me. Something was pulled over my head, like a balaclava. It covered my eyes, reaching halfway down my nose. I could smell it was made of leather.

"Who's there?" I said.

Someone got hold of the collar of my blouse and tore the blouse off me, ripping it. Other hands unfastened my skirt and pulled it down. Then my knickers. They laid me on the floor on my back. I felt a naked foot on my cunt. I think he only put it there to get leverage as he pulled my boots off.

There were two of them, I could tell that. I felt no panic. I assumed they were going to rape me, but Paula had surely arranged it.

One of them picked me up under his arm. They took me into the living room and laid me on my back in front of the fire. I could feel the fire's heat on my naked body.

One of them pushed my knees up to my chest. I felt his hot breath on my face as he lowered himself onto me, then I felt the end of his cock at my cunt, then he forced it in to me. His cock felt enormous, stretching me in every direction.

He did not push it in and stop as Harry had done. He rammed it in to me, then pulled back, then hard into me again, then back again.

"As hard and as fast as you can, Johnnie."

It was Paula.

"Paula?" I said. I was relieved to hear her voice.

"I'm here, Sammy," Paula said.

I held my hand out hoping she would hold it. She didn't.

"Hard as you can, Johnnie," Paula repeated. "Is she tight, can she take it all the way in?"

"You bet, gal," Johnnie said.

I was just about getting over the shock of being set upon like that. Johnnie was doing it to me hard and fast. I wished I could see Johnnie and see his cock going in and out of me.

The discomfort I had felt at first had faded. I was lubricating now and he was sliding in and out of me easily. I relaxed, letting myself go, concentrating on what Johnnie was doing to me.

"Did you hear that?" Paula said. "That little sound she made? She always makes that sound when she begins to get going. Go on, Johnnie, give her everything you've got."

As Johnnie pleasured me, I felt something on my face. It was the other man's cock. He was kneeling over my head. I tipped my head back so he could put his cock into my mouth.

This man's cock was huge. Much bigger than Ralph's, it filled my mouth. He didn't need to move his cock in and out of me - the pounding I was getting from Johnnie caused my mouth to move against him. I didn't lick him, I wanted him to fuck me, not to jet his spunk down my throat.

I was starting to come. I wasn't restraining myself in any way. I pushed my thighs forward in time with Johnnie.

"I'm coming, Paula," I said. "I'm coming."

"Bring her off, Johnnie, faster, faster, faster."

Johnnie started to do it even quicker. I was coming now, my first fucking orgasm.

I didn't hold back, I let out a squeal of pleasure as the orgasm tore through me. And then I heard Johnnie too was going 'aaaaah' and I felt his body tense and then I felt him ejaculating into my cunt. I was in paradise.

"Your turn, Geoff," Paula said. "Don't give her any rest."

They lifted me up onto my knees. I thought Geoff was going to put it into my bottom. I was glad he didn't, I'm not sure I could have taken it it was so large.

Geoff fucked me from behind, holding my waist, moving me back and forth on his cock. Although his cock had felt huge in my mouth, it didn't feel as big as Johnnie's now.

I concentrated on what Geoff was doing to me. In and out, in and out rhythmically. I arched my back down so that his cock slid against my clitoris. Heaven. I let my head hang down, just soaking up the feelings Geoff was giving me.

I wondered what it must feel like for him, putting his cock into a cunt that was already full of spunk. I could feel wetness running down the inside of my thighs.

Geoff slapped my bottom playfully. I laughed. Geoff slapped again, I laughed, but a deeper laugh this time. A gurgle.

I felt hands on the side of my head, lifting my head up. It was Johnnie, he was kneeling in front of me, guiding me to his cock.

I took his cock in my mouth. It was not standing upright, but it was not completely soft either. It tasted of me. I let it rest there in my mouth, sucking it gently. I remembered what Paula had said about it being sensitive after spunking.

"That looks fantastic," Paula said. "Sammy being fucked at both ends."

Johnnie was stroking my back. Although he was big and strong his touch was gentle.

It was Geoff's metronomic insistence, the regularity, the certainty of the next stroke and the one after that and as many as I wanted after that; knowing I could come at any time, could choose my time; knowing Geoff could go on for ever if I needed him to, that was the wonderful luxury of it.

Johnnie's cock was getting hard in my mouth. He was kneeling still, but as Geoff pulled me to and fro on his cock, so Johnnie's cock moved in and out of my mouth. I thought it would be nice to come with Johnnie's cock in my mouth. How would that feel?

Geoff's dependable rhythm gave me control. I had that lovely pre-come feeling of heavenly pleasure which I felt I could prolong for as long as I chose.

I arched my back up so my clitoris was not in such direct contact with Geoff's rod of iron. But the heavenly feeling began to subside, so I made that direct contact again, pushing myself against him so the full length of his cock would rub against my clitoris.

Suddenly I knew I was going to come, that I did not have the willpower to prolong it indefinitely.

As I started to come Geoff did not change his pace, he moved me back and forth even as I bucked and gasped and sucked on Johnnie's cock as I came. It was an orgasm I was aware of all the way through, as though I was observing it dispassionately as well as experiencing it.

I wanted more. I was getting into the swing of it, I was revelling in it. Geoff had not come, I wondered if I had done something wrong. He pulled out of me.

"Bring her over here," Paula said. "Fuck her here on the sofa beside me."

They picked me up and plonked me down like a rag doll beside Paula, my body touching hers. I could feel she was naked.

They pulled me forwards so my bottom was at the front edge of the sofa. Johnnie knelt upright between my legs. He slid his cock into me and started to do it to me very slowly, taking his cock right out of me each time, then going into me as far as he could.

I wanted him to do it fast and furious as he had before. I wanted to urge him on, but I did not. It was up to Paula how they fucked me.

Johnnie pulled my body up against his, putting my arms around his neck. My breasts were crushed against his smooth, firm chest. He leaned back and turned and the next thing I knew he was lying on his back and I was sitting on top of him. I sank down on to him as far as I could go, loving the feeling of him filling me up.

Johnnie put his hands on my thighs and made me lift up a little. Then he started to do it to me like a steam piston. Up and down into me with such force! If only I could see how he was doing it, see how he made his hips move so fast!

As he fucked me, he pulled me forwards so I was lying on his chest, then he moved me upright again, then made me lean back so I could feel what it was like as he hammered into me from these varying angles. He was helping me extract the maximum of pleasure from him.

I couldn't help it, I was coming again, completely abandoning myself to it this time, oblivious to everything except the intense pleasure Johnnie was giving me.

As I came Johnnie held my waist, his strong arms holding me in just the right position for him to do it fast, fast, fast as I came, carrying me nicely through my peak. But then not stopping. Even when I had finished he went on and in seconds I was coming again. I heard myself making uncontrollable yelps of pleasure and surprise at having two orgasms almost joined together. And then Johnnie came, his whole body quaking, pushing up into me, lifting me up on his hips, and then he relaxed beneath me and I hung there sweating and exhausted on all fours above him.

But there was to be no respite for me. Geoff had his hands under my armpits and was lifting me off Johnnie. Geoff laid me on my back on the floor. He got on top of me and started to fuck me. My body was limp and yielding.

Geoff pounded into me mercilessly. He was resting on his elbows I think. I felt strangely detached from what he was doing.

I felt hands on my breasts, Johnnie's hands. I put mine on his, pushing his warming hands against me. I liked Johnnie. Someone kissed me. It was Paula, her mouth on mine, her tongue in my mouth, her hand under my head, caring for me.

I began to revive, to feel some pleasure from Geoff's pumping. Now Paula's hands were on Johnnie's, vying to caress my breasts, to squeeze and roll my nipples. Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. A hand was creeping down over my tummy, then between my legs, caressing me down there just gently as Geoff fucked me. It was Paula's hand. Paula was doing that to me, her hand feeling lovely on me down there, her hand being repeatedly pressed against me by Geoff's body.

"You can manage one more, just for me, can't you, Sammy?" Paula whispered in my ear.

"Yes," I said. And suddenly I began to cry. I don't know why, but tears rolled down from my eyes. And just as suddenly I stopped.

"Hit her, Geoff," Paula said.

I braced myself. I could not see where the blow might fall. Geoff walloped the side of my bottom. It stung.

"One more," Paula said.

Geoff walloped me again. Paula squeezed my left nipple until I squealed.

"She likes a bit of pain, don't you, Sammy?" Paula said.

"Yes," I said.

And I did. The hurt, the stinging, the glow after - it made me come alive. Paula was masturbating me and kissing me, Johnnie was stroking me, Geoff was going like a machine, I was coming, I was coming again. I hadn't thought I had the strength left, but all of them doing it to me was too much.

I let out a low moan as my poor little body orgasmed for the fifth time. For a second I seemed to lose consciousness, then I was aware of Paula saying, "Pull out of her, Geoff, come all over her."

Geoff pulled roughly out of me and he roared like an angry lion, then I felt a torrent of spunk splash down onto me, going everywhere, on my face, my breasts my tummy.

Geoff sank onto the floor beside me. For a moment we were all silent.

I started to laugh. Again I had no idea why.

"What's funny, Sammy?" Paula said.

I shook my head, I didn't know. My emotions were in complete turmoil.

Geoff and Johnnie got up. I heard them getting dressed. Paula was lying beside me, smoothing Geoff's spunk over my front.

"How was it, sweetheart?" Paula whispered into my ear, giving me a little kiss.

"Phew," was about all I could manage.

I heard Geoff and Johnnie leaving. I was disappointed I was not to be allowed to see what they looked like.

Paula slipped off my hood and blindfold. I blinked and looked around. Paula was standing over me, her hands on her hips. I looked up at her, looking at her sex.

"That's the best forty minute fuck you'll have in a very long time," she said. "And one of the best wanks I've had in a very long time. Well, we'd better get dressed. Martin will be here soon."

Martin! I'd forgotten all about him. I sat up. I felt dizzy.

Paula was putting her white trousers on. She wasn't wearing any knickers. She put her white shirt on without a bra.

I saw she had brought my jeans and a tee shirt down from my room.

"Come on," she said. "You can't sit there looking dazed all evening. This place needs tidying up and there's cooking to do."

I heard the doorbell.

"That'll be Martin," Paula said. "He's early. I'll let him in."

"But you can't let him..." I started in panic.

One glance from Paula stayed my protest.

"You're not quite tame yet, are you, Sammy?" she said.

"I'm sorry," I said. I struggled to my feet. As Paula went to let Martin in I pulled on my jeans and slipped my tee shirt over my head. I was wiping spunk and sweat off my face when Paula ushered Martin in.

Martin took one look at me and then looked concerned. "Are you all right?" he said.

"Sammy's been on the exercise bike, haven't you, Sammy?" Paula said.

"Oh, yes," I said.

"Would you like a drink?" Paula asked Martin.

Martin said he'd like a coke. Paula told me to get us all one.

As I started to walk towards the kitchen I realised I was hurting. I was sore. I took small steps to minimise the rubbing. I struggled back with the cokes. I could feel Johnnie's spunk oozing out of me, wetting the crotch of my jeans.

"What did you come round for, Martin?" Paula asked. She knew exactly what he had come round for. He'd come round to fuck me.

Martin blushed terribly.

"Just to see Sam," he said.

"Well, I expect you two love birds have got a lot to talk about, I'll leave you to it." Paula got up and left.

Martin's eyes lit up. He patted the sofa beside him.

"Come over here," he said.

I couldn't. I hurt, I smelled of spunk and of fucked cunt. If I got close to Martin he'd smell it for sure.

"No," I said. "She'll be back in a minute."

"No she won't," Martin said.

There was only one thing I could do.

"Look, Martin, I'm very sorry but I really don't feel well. I think it's best you leave. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Martin stood up. He was cross. I'd never seen him cross.

"Christ!" he said. "You lead me on, you ask me if I want to, you know, you invite me round here, then you chuck me out! Well, I've had enough. We're finished, finished!"

And he turned, tears in his eyes and stormed out. He bumped into Paula in the sitting room doorway.

"Going already, Martin?" Paula said lightly.

Martin stomped past her, unable to speak. The front door slammed

"He does like you, doesn't he?" Paula said. "And maybe he's not quite so wet after all."

I burst into tears, slumping exhausted into my chair.

"There, there, Sammy," Paula said.

I wanted to say something like, 'oh Paula, what am I going to do?', but thought better of it.

She soothed me until I stopped crying.

"Go and have a bath, that'll make you feel better. Then come down and you can cook us both some nice supper. How's that?"

I nodded.

"You'd better wear a skirt rather than those jeans."

I examined myself in the bathroom mirror. I was red raw and bruised.

I lay in the bath for an hour. I did feel better. I wondered why I had been so upset. I could sort out Martin easily enough. And Johnnie and Geoff! Wow!

The next day Paula made me wear my jeans to college without any knickers. I felt stiff and sore and bruised and throbbing. The jeans rubbed against me all day and they smelled.

Martin apologised to me. I apologised to Martin. He told me to take it easy with the exercise bike. He was very sweet.

It took a couple of days before the soreness from Johnnie and Geoff wore off.

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