by Bridy McAvoy
She obeyed, moving almost automaton-like.
“Now, as punishment for being so recalcitrant earlier, I think you need to lose another item of clothing. What do you think, Lizzie?”
“Definitely, Phil, She is way too overdressed at the moment and I think that’s a suitable punishment.”
Carol looked from one to the other in horrified resignation.
“Perhaps the bra?”
“No, Lizzie, I think we’ll let her keep some of her modesty for now. Carol, lose the panties and hand them to me!”
She froze, but only for an instant, realizing that hesitation would only make matters worse, and grateful, too, that she would at least not be topless too soon—well, at least not yet. She slid her hands down to the sides of her skirt and, lifting the hem, hooked her hands into the waistband of her panties. There was nowhere to hide and she slowly began to slip the sodden garment down over her hips, praying that her skirt would keep her covered. Luckily for Carol the skirt wasn’t a tight one so the fabric hung down front and back, covering her from the watching eyes. As soon as the panties had slipped off past her hips and butt, she let go of them and they fluttered to the floor to pool on her feet. By letting go, the skirt had also dropped down into position, allowing her her modesty for a few minutes more.
As gracefully as possible, she stepped out of the ring of fabric and, keeping her knees together and her butt pointing away from her audience, she bent at the waist to pick them up. When she did so she realized they were well and truly sodden and, catching her lower lip in her teeth, crossed the room to hand them to the impassively waiting Phil. He took them from her and gestured for her to sit down again which she did with as much grace and as modestly as she could. She sat there with her knees pressed together and her hands clasping her knees watching as Phil raised her panties to his face and inhaled deeply. Her face was by now flaming as Lizzie pressed the button on the remote and the screen came back to life.
The laces of the bow worn by the on-screen Carol came undone and she watched as her screen self pushed away from the glass to allow Peter to remove the thin black lace. Her eyes were glued to the screen as, after removing the flimsy garment, she had spread-eagled herself against the glass and mashed her breasts into obscene circles. At that moment the screen froze again and Carol jerked her eyes first to Lizzie and then to Phil.
“You are topless on the screen now, Carol.”
The lift of his eyebrow turned the simple statement into first a question and then an implied command. She knew he now expected her to stand and remove the bra leaving her topless in the room, too.
She had to will herself to move her arms and lever her body out of the chair before crossing the room to stand directly in front of the obscene picture of herself. She turned and faced into the room and her hands shook as she raised them.
“We don’t mind you being a little coy, Carol. Turn your back to us whilst you remove it.”
She quickly spun so that she could no longer see their eyes, only to realize that right in front of her face her own larger than life naked breasts were on show in crystal clear detail. Her hands met at the clasp on the bra and she fumbled for a moment at a chore that would normally take her a fraction of a second. She felt the tight straps suddenly release and, reaching higher, slid the shoulder straps down onto her arms. She allowed the loose and now useless piece of fabric to cascade down her chest and arms, inadvertently giving Phil a side view of her breast as she did so. Dropping the pink satin to the floor, she quickly grasped a breast in each hand and turned to face them once more.
For the first time in several minutes Lizzie now spoke.
“That won’t do at all, sweetie. We can’t have false modesty here now, can we?”
In resignation, in acknowledgement of defeat, Carol slowly let go of her own breasts and lowered her arms to her side, exposing her treasures to the watching couple. The pressure of her own hands on her sensitive and extended nipples had produced thrills of excitement within her body, and she knew that even with no further stimulation she was close to orgasm. On tottering legs she returned to her seat and sat primly, knees together again, as Lizzie pressed the button.
On screen, Peter reached to her waist and pulled the ribbons there as her screen self spread her legs wider. As the piece of black fabric fluttered to the floor and the camera zoomed in to focus on the small patch of pubic hair above her slit, the picture again froze. This time Carol didn’t wait to be told. As she saw Lizzie pressing the button from the corner of her eye she almost leapt up from her seat and went and stood in front of the picture of her own vagina.
Her tormentors gave her no instructions so she reached behind her and popped the catch on the waistband of the skirt and drew the zip down slowly. The skirt wasn’t a tight one and the zip was long so, as soon as the zip was fully down, it began to slide. Knowing what was expected of her this time, she made no attempt to cover herself and allowed the beige skirt to fall to the floor without making any attempt to cover herself.
“Very nice. Please sit.”
Carol had expected almost any instruction from Phil, but not that one. Startled she sat on the chair, naked now, but her knees still primly locked together.
The screen began to move again and, from her watcher’s point of view, she could see as Peter extracted his member from its confinement and began to rub it against her butt. Finally, it appeared momentarily between her legs and then disappeared as it penetrated her slit.
Her breathing was ragged and her eyes half closed as, for the first time in her life, she watched herself being made love to.
“Carol, please enjoy the film. I’m afraid we don’t have Peter here but your fingers will make an acceptable substitute.”
Phil’s words seared into her brain and, without conscious thought her legs parted, wider and wider, until the glistening slit at their juncture was fully visible. She was so turned on there was no way to stop herself as one hand unerringly flashed down to her vulnerable pussy, and the other attacked one turgid nipple.
As two of her fingers plunged into the wet depths of her pussy, she screamed and came in a shattering orgasm. The sexual tension had taken her to such a high that she couldn’t come back down. Another one followed, and the two watchers were taken back as she attacked her own body in a sexual frenzy. Suddenly she stiffened into her fifth, or was it sixth, orgasm and then collapsed back into the chair, utterly spent. She had fainted.
Chapter 6
Carol came round a little while later to find herself lying, still naked, on the top of a soft bed. She turned her head to look around the room and realized she must be in one of Lizzie’s guest rooms. Lizzie bustled in the door carrying some clothes over her arm, not Carol’s, and a glass of clear liquid.
“Here, drink this. You gave us quite a turn there, young lady.”
She reached for the glass and gratefully gulped down ice cold water. Lizzie deposited the clothes on a chair next to the bed and bustled back out, calling over her shoulder.
“Put those on. Come and join us downstairs for a spot of lunch, sweetie.”
At that point Carol remembered her own nudity and wondered for a second how she had got upstairs. Then the whole horror of what had happened burst in her mind. She wanted to scream and cry but, looking down along her naked body, she realized that her body’s intentions differed. Already her own nipples had betrayed her and were stiff and beginning to ache to be touched. She sensed her pussy was reacting similarly, too.
Swinging her legs off the bed, she lifted herself to her feet and padded into the en-suite to use the loo and splash some cold water on her face. Returning to the bedroom, she looked at the clothes Lizzie had brought up and immediately blushed red again, realizing that for her neighbors the fun had indeed only just begun.
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Fifteen minutes later, a hesitant Carol descended the stairs. The thin black mini skirt she now wore came down to only a couple of inches past her butt cheeks when she stood still. When she w
alked it was worse as it wafted around at the slightest movement, and on the stairs the bright red lace of her panties was completely visible. The sheer white blouse didn’t so much conceal as enhance the matching bra Lizzie had provided, and the black hold-up stockings were similar to those she had worn the previous night. All in all, she looked every inch what she had become—a submissive slut. She sensed she was about to become a fuck toy, too, and her body was craving that label as much as her mind was rebelling against the thought.
She walked into the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks. There were four stools along the breakfast bar and now three of them were occupied. She immediately recognized the long-haired slim blonde as Susie from the house on the other side of the road, but had not expected to see her here. In that split second of hesitation, she realized that Lizzie had changed into an outfit that was very similar to her own and that Susie was similarly attired too. A further glance confirmed that neither woman was wearing a bra underneath the sheer blouse, hers were the only breasts so fettered. Lizzie smiled a welcome and indicated the only spare stool. In resignation she moved forward and contemplated how to ascend the high piece of furniture without flashing her knickers at the three people who were watching her, quite intently she realized.
There was no demure way to climb onto the stool so, taking a deep breath, she climbed up. Once perched, she realized that the footrest bar was deliberately higher than she expected, thus raising her knees to a position higher than her butt. She again looked around and realized that the other two women were also sitting similarly. In fact, the other two were sitting with their knees somewhat apart and, with a start, she realized that she could see straight up Susie’s skirt to her crotch. The shadowed area between Susie’s legs appeared to be nude and, as the blonde shifted slightly on her seat, Carol was able to confirm this.
She raised her eyes and realized that all three had been watching her checking out Susie’s crotch and that Susie was smiling broadly at her with a twinkle in her eye. Carol could only blush, something she had been doing a lot of over the previous couple of hours. Lizzie giggled and passed Carol a plate of sandwiches and, as they all sat and ate, the conversation roamed over several different, but innocent, subjects. The other three were obviously good friends and at ease with each other. They tried to bring Carol into the conversation but this was quite difficult.
“Shall we take our coffees through to the sitting room, ladies?” Phil’s tone seemed to Carol to brook no argument as he gathered up the tray of mugs and led them through to the sitting room. The furniture had been slightly rearranged since Carol had last been there. The large couch now faced a single oversized armchair and Phil wasted no time in sitting on the chair leaving the couch to the three ladies. Unsurprisingly, Carol found herself sitting between the other two. Sinking back into the couch, Carol realized that Phil now had a really good view of her legs—well, all three pairs of legs for that matter. Lizzie was sitting half turned facing her and Susie was similarly positioned on the other side.
“So, what do you intend to do to me now?” Carol tried to sound defiant, but her mere presence in the room dressed as she was, undermined her display of boldness.
“Tell me, Carol, did you enjoy yourself last night?” Lizzie’s question completely ignored Carol’s own.
“Yes.”
“So did we, didn’t we, Phil?”
Phil grinned like a Cheshire cat.
“And did you enjoy yourself this morning? Stripping naked in front of us and masturbating yourself until you fainted?”
Carol colored up again, she couldn’t help it.
“So what makes you think you aren’t going to enjoy yourself this afternoon?”
“I’ve never… I’ve never been unfaithful to my husband.”
“Carol, you are wearing more clothes than I am and considerably more than Susie is, isn’t she, Susie?”
Carol turned her head to see Susie nod and it was the blonde that continued.
“And I watched you continually checking me out whilst we had lunch and you liked what you saw, too, didn’t you?”
Carol hung her head; she remembered how fascinated she had been by Susie’s complete disregard for her lack of covering. It was Phil who spoke up next.
“What do you think we are going to do to you now, Carol?”
“I don’t know.”
Phil chuckled.
“We are not going to do anything to you, Carol. We are simply going to ask you to do things for us instead, and you will, won’t you, Carol?”
Remembering the whole conversation about the disk earlier, Carol knew she was lost. She nodded reluctantly, all her bravado dissipated.
“Susie, why don’t you show Carol how we dance here?”
As Susie gracefully unfolded her legs and rose to stand in front of her, Phil pressed a button on a remote and soft but rhythmic music filled the room. Carol watched as the tall blonde girl began to sway her hips from side to side in time with the music. The extremely lightweight skirt exaggerated the movement and Carol was fascinated by just how much the skirt moved. Susie now reached her arms out to the side and suddenly spun round to face Phil. The skirt flew up and then down, giving Carol and, for that matter, the others a fleeting glimpse of her bare pussy. Now her arms rose to entwine above her head, her hips still moving to the beat of the music. Lifting her arms lifted the skirt and Carol could clearly see the bottom section of Susie’s ass checks showing below the hem of the floating mobile skirt. Suddenly, Susie spun round to face her and Lizzie again.
Her arms still held way above her head meant that the girl’s pussy was directly in front of, and at the same level as, Carol’s face and was completely exposed by the maneuver. Carol sucked in a breath as Susie now slowly moved closer toward her until she was quite literally standing with her legs touching Carol’s knees. She could not tear her eyes away from the naked slit in front of her and, in the better light of the sitting room, could clearly see the neatly trimmed blonde hairs just above it.
Lizzie had been carefully watching Carol’s reaction to Susie’s deliberate display and now leaned in closer to her neighbor, gently placing her hand on her cheek. Carol started, surprised by the touch, but didn’t pull away. Lizzie gently began to stroke Carol’s cheek as Susie continued to pirouette in front of her, alternately showing her pussy and her butt to the mesmerized young wife.
“Lizzie, why don’t you dance with your friend?”
Phil’s request penetrated Carol’s fogged brain as Lizzie, as gracefully as Susie before her, rose to her feet. Susie turned to face her, opening her arms to her former housemate. The two wrapped their arms around each other in a close hug and their bodies, side on to Carol and Phil, began to sway from side to side in unison. Their heads leaned inward and the two women began to kiss. As their gentle kiss became deeper, their hands began to slide down the other’s back. The two pairs of hands seemed to pause just above the outward swelling of the other girl’s butt and then swooped down to cup and grasp the ass cheeks. Carol incongruously realized that the music must be on a loop as it seemed to be playing forever, then she gasped as both women, acting on some unseen signal, dropped their hands to the others’ hem and pulled the skirts sharply upward.
Carol already knew Susie was naked under the skirt but, seeing Lizzie run her hands over the naked flesh, sent shivers running up and down her spine. Susie’s hands cupped Lizzie’s cheeks which were clad only in a thin skimpy layer of black lace. Without realizing it, she had been holding her breath and she now let it out in a gasp and began to pant for air. Her own body was continuing to react to the display of sensuality only feet from her face. Susie was considerably taller than Lizzie and the height disparity seemed to heighten the sexual tension. The two women were French kissing now, their tongues occasionally visible as they fenced.
“I think it’s time for our third dancer to strut her stuff now, girls.”
Phil’s comment cut the atmosphere and, as one, the two women turned and each stretch
ed out a hand to Carol. Despite her severe misgivings about this, she allowed herself to be drawn to her feet and positioned between the other two women, facing Lizzie, with Susie right behind her. Lizzie smiled reassuringly at her and, taking Carol’s limp arms, lifted them to wrap around her own neck. Carol felt Lizzie drop her hands to Carol’s waist and began to push her into swaying from side to side with the rhythm. Suddenly, Carol shivered as Susie, directly behind her, stepped closer to her and, holding her hands on top of Lizzie’s, joined the other two. Lizzie stepped closer and, as the two pressed in toward her, Carol could now feel the loins of the two women pressing against her. She gasped as Susie’s hands dropped from her waist to her hips, and Lizzie’s rose to the level of Carol’s breasts, although still to her sides.
She gasped again as Susie’s hands moved lower to the hem line of the absurdly lightweight skirt and jerked it swiftly upward, exposing her bright red panties to Phil’s gaze. Just as suddenly, Lizzie’s hands reached for, and cupped, Carol’s breasts. Her already hard nipples flashed into extreme stiffness, and the way they dug at the lace of the bra was almost painful. Unable to prevent it, Carol shuddered and then stiffened as her first orgasm of the afternoon coursed upward from her throbbing mound and threatening to leave her unable to stand. Understanding what was happening to her, the other two crowded in even closer, using their strength to hold her upright between them.
As she panted for breath, she turned her head to one side and found herself looking straight at Phil’s penis. During the performance he had undone his fly and released his member from its imprisonment. Now it sat there in plain view, sticking straight up and hard, as he languidly stroked it, watching the three women in front of him. Carol knew she was blushing again but she could not take her eyes of his cock. It was definitely larger than her husband’s, both in girth and length, and she knew that at any moment he would be demanding that she cross the room to him and impale herself on it. Her inner self battled over the impending question as one part of her demanded she stop this now and remain true to her marriage vows. The other part of her was demanding that she did it, that she became their fuck toy immediately.