by Penny Birch
'It's true,' she said, deliberately teasing Osman. 'It feels nice to have my bumhole licked, and really, if a girlfriend expects me to lick hers, she should return the favour and lick mine. That's only fair, isn't it, Isabelle? Jasmine licks my bottom.'
Again Osman groaned. His cock looked fit to explode, and I was sure he couldn't last much longer. I stuck my bottom out into Caroline's lap as she ran her hands up my body to cup my breasts, still showing off, but in no sense faking.
'Don't you think that's fair, Osman?' Caroline asked in a voice like honey. 'For good friends to lick each other's pussies and bottoms, and suck each other's titties, and spank each other's bottoms and sit on each other's faces? I think Isabelle should lick my bottom right now, and she should have to put her tongue right in up my hole for being so selfish, right in so she can taste my—'
'Yeah,' he gasped, 'while I fuck your tits. Come here, you little cock-tease, now. And you, Isabelle, get your tongue up her arse.'
Caroline giggled and got down to the floor, holding up her breasts to make a cock slide of her cleavage, while her bottom was stuck out behind. I hesitated for an instant, wanting to do it but not wanting to admit to my need. Yet she was just too tempting, her pretty face flushed with excitement, her huge breasts held out ready for fucking, her tiny waist, her flared hips, the way she filled out her tight khaki shorts.
'I . . . I'll lick for you,' I promised. 'But only because I have to do as Osman says.'
It was a lie, and we both knew it. I got down anyway, to rub my face against the bulging fabric of Caroline's shorts. She was laughing as Osman took her breasts and folded them around his cock, fucking her in her cleavage as she struggled with the button of her shorts. It came free and I'd pulled them down in an instant, baring her lovely chubby bottom into my face, her cheeks spread to show off her plump pussy lips and her anal star. I stuck my tongue in, tasting her bottom as she had asked, to make her moan and wriggle her big cheeks in my face.
Osman muttered something in Turkish, no doubt calling me a filthy bitch again, and he was right. I was grovelling naked on the floor with my tongue up my friend's bottom-hole, licking her as deeply as I could get, and it was making me want to come. She'd begun to lick at his cock as he fucked her breasts, but was lost to view as I buried my face between her bottom cheeks once more. My hand went back behind me and I was masturbating over being made to lick Caroline's bottom, only for Osman's voice to break through my rising ecstasy.
'Now suck me, Isabelle,' he demanded. 'You said you would. Suck me while I fuck her titties.'
I forced myself to pay attention, gave Caroline's bumhole a last kiss and knelt up. He had her breasts squashed around his cock, with the fat, purple knob of his glans bobbing up and down between them. I pushed my head in, smothering my face in her soft breast flesh with my mouth wide to make a fuck-hole for his cock. It went in and jammed deep again and again, so fast that I could hardly cope.
'I'm going to spunk,' he grated. 'I'm going to spunk all over you, you dirty sluts. Suck it, Isabelle.'
I was doing my best, but Osman was pumping his cock in and out of my mouth at a furious pace, while I could barely breathe with Caroline's breasts squashed into my face. My own needs were forgotten: everything was focused on getting him off as he thrust harder and faster still. Then he came, full into my mouth. I jerked back, choking, only to get a wad of come shot in my face and all over Caroline's breasts – and that was just the start. Jet after jet of spunk erupted from Osman's cock, most of it going over her, but he was holding my head in place and I got my fair share too, spurting into my open mouth and down my chin, in my hair and in my eyes. He kept pumping too, soiling her cleavage to leave his prick working in a tube of boob flesh that was well slimed with his own mess before pulling my head onto himself once more, filling my mouth with his long slippery cock-shaft and squashing my face against the soft sticky pillows of Caroline's breasts.
'Suck me clean,' he grunted.
Most men lose interest when they've come, at least for a while. Not Osman. He held me down against Caroline's breasts with his cock jammed deep in my mouth until he was satisfied that I'd cleaned him up properly and only then did he let me go. I came up panting, my face smeared with come, one eye blurry and stinging, my mouth full of jism, but now eager to take my own pleasure.
'Lick it up,' Osman puffed. 'And you can both swallow it.'
We didn't need telling. Caroline's tits were a mess, and we both began to lick up the spunk. A thick white streamer was hanging from one of her nipples and I stuck my tongue out to catch it and lap it up, deliberately showing off as I reached out to cup her pussy. She immediately returned the favour and then we were masturbating each other as we kissed and licked at her filthy boobs and each other's faces. Almost immediately I could feel myself starting to come, and I rubbed harder as our mouths met in a long sticky kiss, with bubbles of white froth escaping around our lips and dribbling down our chins as we shared our dirty mouthfuls.
I was vaguely aware that the door was open and that people were watching us. But I didn't care. All that mattered was that I was coming under the motions of Caroline's fingers as we shared our mouthful of Osman's spunk. He'd made me strip naked in front of dozens of men, had made me show my bumhole for Caroline to lick and, best of all, had made me lick hers and had then spunked all over us. As the first peak hit me I swallowed what was in my mouth, deliberately taking his come down into my belly as I'd been ordered to, a thought I held just as I held Caroline in my arms until at last the shudders began to die down and my dirty, delicious experience was complete. Or almost.
'Was that nice?' I asked as I sat down on the hard concrete floor.
Osman was beyond words. His face was puce in colour, his mouth slack, but he managed to nod. He'd continued to pull on his cock after we'd broken away, and there was still come dribbling from the tip, making his orgasm the longest I'd ever seen for a man. Quite a bit of what he'd done was still plastered across my face, and I took a moment to wipe my eyes before speaking again.
'There might be more,' I suggested.
'But only if you let us use your restaurant,' Caroline added. Once again Osman nodded.
I was exhausted, and also filthy. But Big Dave was peering in at the door and spoke as I looked up.
'It's all right, Mike's looking after your mate behind the bar. How about mine, then?'
All I could do was shrug. I was not really up for more but was grateful that he'd taken care of the Owl and I was aware of my promise. He waddled forward, flopped out his cock and sat down on a case of wine. I took him in my mouth, telling myself that it was only fair and that it wouldn't take long, only to hear Jack's voice from the door.
'Here, you lot. They've put Carrie and Isa in the back for blow jobs.'
'Oh, come on – not all of you!' I protested, pulling back.
'Just the lads,' Jack assured me, sounding hurt. 'Me and Stan, Mike, Mo and that's your lot!'
'Five men?' I queried.
'I'll help,' Caroline offered with a sigh. 'Come on, then. Get your cocks out, boys. We'd better do them all at once, Isa, or we'll never get finished.'
I nodded and went back to sucking Big Dave's cock. The others pushed in, Jack inserting himself in Caroline's mouth and Mo unzipping to place my hand on his cock. There wasn't really enough room for Tierney, who stood in the doorway, masturbating as he watched the others get their cocks sucked. Only when Osman left did he get in, feeding his prick to Caroline as she began to toss Jack off. I followed his example, alternating between Mo and Dave in my mouth, and soon all four men had stiff wet erections for us to play with. Dave had obviously been touching himself while he watched Osman use Caroline and me, because he was soon ready.
'I'm going to do it in your face,' he grunted, and immediately suited his action to his words. Come exploded from the tip of his cock into my mouth and flooded down my neck, then more spurted over my nose and cheek.
Mo laughed to see what had been done to me and pressed clos
er as Dave moved back. He began to masturbate into my mouth and I was expecting the same treatment again at any moment when Mike appeared, tugging down his zip as he entered the room.
'Os and that little piece with the big tits are doing the bar,' he said, 'so this has got to be quick. Give over, Mo.'
I let Mo slip from my mouth and took Mike in, the fourth cock I'd sucked in the space of a few minutes. Naked, plastered in spunk and still with two men to suck off, I couldn't help but start to get excited again. Letting my spare hand sneak between my thighs made it much easier to accept what I was doing. I decided to finish Mike off quickly and then come with Mo in my mouth, although if they'd chosen to fuck me I'd have spread my thighs or stuck my bum high on the instant.
Neither of them did. Mike jammed himself deep to spunk down my throat and force me to swallow what he'd done and Mo popped himself back in my mouth before I'd caught my breath properly. I began to rub harder, knowing that he wouldn't be long, and watched Caroline as she dealt with her two men. Both were about to come, and my pussy gave a delicious twitch as she was given a double faceful, which she immediately began to rub into her tits and cunt. That made me want to go to her again, and I began to push my lips onto the head of Mo's cock, hoping he'd come so that Caroline and I could share another orgasm with our mouths full of spunk. It was going to happen at any moment, but as my thighs began to squeeze together the door slammed open. Mo jerked back at the exact instant he came, ejaculating full in my face even as he swore in shock and a coarse female voice roared out.
'Get here, you filthy little whore!'
I screamed as a finger and thumb like a pair of pliers closed on my ear, and again as I was hauled to my feet. Mo had spunked in my eyes and I could barely see, but I recognised the massive backside and tree-trunk legs of Edna Jellaby as I was pulled staggering from the room.
'Hey, no!' I managed. 'No, not . . . why are you . . .? Hey! No, not on the stage! No, Edna!'
It was too late. I'd been dragged out onto the stage, naked and filthy in front of several hundred people.
'I'll teach you to go with my hubby, you dirty whore!' Edna screamed, snatching a chair up from the floor.
'No!' I wailed as I was jerked down across her lap, my naked bottom presented the audience. 'No, Edna, please, not a spanking . . . not in front of everybody, no!'
My words were choked off by a squeal of pain as Edna's hand smacked down across my bottom. Her palm was so big that it covered almost the entire area of my cheeks, and the blow was delivered so hard that I was jammed forward, leaving me head down over her lap with my legs waving in the air and my cunt spread to the stares of maybe a hundred gaping men, and to Amy Jane Moffat.
I could see her through the legs of the chair I was bent over, her hand to her mouth as she stared in horror. Osman was next to her, but he was laughing, as were most of the other men in the place, their voices raised in a chorus of derision and delight at what I was getting – and what I was showing. I burst into tears, beating my fists on the wooden floor of the stage in an agony of shame as Edna's huge hand slapped down on my bottom again and again.
'I didn't know he was your husband!' I screamed. 'I didn't! I didn't!'
She only spanked harder, tightening the grip she'd taken around my waist to leave me with my legs flailing in every direction and my bottom bucking frantically up and down as I fought to escape the pain and hide my swollen juicy cunt from the stares of my audience. They were getting a full show of my bumhole, too. It was still wet with Caroline's spit, but for once that wasn't the worst thing to be showing, because for all my pain and the blubbering, screaming tantrum I was gripped in, I was about to come.
I just couldn't help it. Edna was spanking me right over my cunt, furiously hard, and it just happened. My orgasm kicked in with unstoppable power and my screams of pain and humiliation turned to shrieks of ecstasy. The observers realised what had happened, men calling out in astonishment as my body jerked and shook in the throes of orgasm, and all the while Edna still spanked my blazing bottom, until she too realised that something was wrong.
'Why, you filthy, dirty little . . .' she gasped, and let go of me.
My bottom hit the stage first as I tumbled off her lap, leaving me spread-legged in front of the audience, gasping for breath, tears and snot and spunk dribbling down my face and over my tits, my wet cunt still on show. I was still in the middle of my climax and I lay back, lifted my legs high and opened them wide to make sure the men got a good eyeful, stuck one finger up my slippery bottom, a thumb in my gaping cunt, and finished myself off with my fingers. Every single member of my audience watched me in stunned silence, but none was more stunned than the Owl.
Nine
There was no chance whatsoever of hiding what had happened. I'd come because I'd had my bottom smacked, and not a playful erotic spanking but a hard punishment spanking given to me in the nude and in front of an audience, which was about as humiliating as it can possibly get. Everybody had seen and everybody knew, including Amy Jane.
I spent most of what remained of the term trying to avoid her and the consequences of my behaviour. The perpetual look of astonishment in her huge brown eyes was more than I could bear, and while she might want to talk about it I very definitely did not. Even to think about it was too much, filling me with shame and arousal all at once, so that I didn't know whether to cry my eyes out or stick a hand down my panties. At night, once I'd finished reading and could no longer stop my mind from wandering, it was generally both. I'd lie there with the tears trickling gently down my face and my thighs spread open to the dark as I ran over the same awful memory again and again. Sometimes I'd come over how powerless I'd been to prevent my spanking, sometimes over the way my orgasm had welled up inside me and I'd been unable to stop it, sometimes over how I'd masturbated on stage. But I always came.
For all my woes I had at least succeeded in securing the Golden Chalice restaurant as the venue for the Rattaners Christmas party, and without Tierney. What I'd failed to do was establish any link between Portia and Tierney, but that was just going to have to wait. He knew about it but wasn't coming, which was good enough for the moment. My revenge on Portia would come in due course, preferably when I was able to spring it on her as a horrid surprise.
The gossip about my behaviour at Foxson had begun to die down, and there had been no evidence of reporters or photographers. But we had decided not to meet up in Oxford again until the following term and so we simply passed messages from one to the other as convenient. My suggestion that we should use the Golden Chalice was immediately accepted, and we also agreed that the female full members should arrive half an hour earlier than the men to go through society business.
I was still due to be punished, at least in theory, but I was fairly sure I had a way of avoiding that. In any case, Eliza hadn't mentioned anything and didn't send any instructions for me to dress in a particular way. I was still feeling extremely delicate, so I decided to present as dominant an image as I could, choosing leather jeans and jacket, which I'd bought on one of the rare occasions I'd had any money, heeled boots, and a black top. With my hair back I looked aggressively feminine, but with a boyish touch that I rather liked and which I hoped would deflect Osman's interest onto one of the other girls.
As usual I'd changed at Jasmine and Caroline's, along with Katie, and this time with Amy Jane too. She had been taken in hand by Caroline, and it was already obvious that if she was going to fit in with the Rattaners it would be as a submissive. Whatever was suggested to her she accepted it, although the colour of her face gave away her rising embarrassment as she was put in a red satin corset with French knickers and stockings to go with it, all of them Caroline's. Out of her normal baggy clothes, and with her figure enhanced by the corset, Amy Jane looked intensely feminine – and also exceptionally vulnerable. Her breasts were very nearly as big as Caroline's, and rather firmer, while her inability to keep them in her corset properly caused her constant embarrassment. She also had a well-formed
bottom, round and firm, but even in all her finery I found it hard to see her as sexual. In an effort to make Amy Jane feel comfortable Caroline had dressed the same way, only in a blue corset rather than a red one. Standing together they might almost have been sisters, one a slut, one an innocent dressed up by her wicked sister.
Katie was also in lingerie: a bedtime crop top, panties with 'Spank Me' printed across the seat, long white socks and sandals – a curious mixture but very appealing when on her. Jasmine seemed more determined than ever to exert her dominance, and had dressed in an elegant black silk sheath along with stockings, high heels, a hat and veil, which gave her a very pretty 1950s look. She was also showing off, and I promised myself that by the end of the evening she'd be in the nude with a red bottom to show for her trouble.
With the five of us together the car was going to be full, so Sarah had agreed to collect Yazzie, who also had to change at Jasmine and Caroline's to avoid raising the suspicions of Mo and her appalling stepmother. Yazzie was in her usual simple dress and was carrying several hanks of rope. Sarah had decided to be a schoolmistress, complete with gown and mortarboard, and she had both Portia and Tiffany in identical school uniform: smart bottle-green skirts and blazers, white blouses and socks, sensible black shoes and green ties with the same crest.
'You two look very authentic,' I commented. 'Did you go to a real school outfitters?'
'These are our real uniforms,' Portia told me. 'All Saints Ladies College.'
'We were at school together, silly,' Tiffany laughed. 'Saints girls always go to Erasmus Darwin – or try to, anyway. Didn't you know that?'
'No,' I admitted. 'But you look nice anyway, and perfectly spankable.'
'I'm a prefect,' Portia pointed out, instantly sulky, but there was honey in Tiffany's voice as she addressed me.
'You look as if you've just got off a motorbike.'
'If you three have finished flirting,' Sarah remarked, 'it's time to go.'