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Law of Unintended Circumstances Ch. 01

By: austin_voy



Liz's job wasn't bad. The hours weren't exactly what she liked, but the 15% shift premium was nice. And swing was better than night. As the nursing supervisor, 3 to 11 meant more like 2:45 to 11:15. But she worked close enough to be home by 11:30 or so.

At 33 she knew that she had to take care of herself. She had some weights that she'd work with a little, and a treadmill. But during the nice days of the year she loved going for a run. The scenery was better, even if she took the same route almost any night.

It all started one night when she thought about doing something more than just a little different.

"Maybe I can go without my t-shirt," she thought to herself. Shocked, she considered what she had just thought. First came the Crocs. She liked them, cool and totally slip resistant. She slipped off her scrubs and tossed them in the wash. Next came the panties and bra, plain and appropriate for the job. She went to her drawer and pulled out a pair of "running" panties and a jog bra and put them on. She then pulled on her shorts, a nice breathable pair that she liked when the days were a little warmer. She grabbed a t-shirt, then stopped. And thought. And thought. "What the hell," she mumbled. And put them back in the drawer. "It's more than a swim suit," she said out loud, as if talking to someone.

After putting on her socks and running shoes, she slipped her key around her wrist and headed out the door. Despite the temperature, she shivered for a moment, excited about what she was going to do.

Ten minutes later she wasn't even aware of what she was wearing. Her watch reminded her that it was time to change tempo, and she picked up the pace. Even though Liz knew she couldn't sustain it very long, she loved the challenge of a six minute mile. Which meant 6:15. When she had completed two miles, she slowed down to her usual 8 minutes, still a pretty good pace. She was proud of her placing in the 10Ks she had run and had considered a marathon at some future date.

Soon she had finished her loop and saw her house just ahead. She was happy to find herself fairly wet with perspiration. After letting herself in, she went to the fridge and grabbed some PowerAde and chugged it down. Then came the water. Finally, her thirst slaked, she went to her bedroom and slipped off her clothes and showered. It was while she was showering off that she realized that she had run without her t-shirt. "Naughty girl," she thought to herself, then laughed, She'd seen plenty of women doing exactly the same thing.

A few nights later she was going through the same routine when the thought hit her. Why not try panties and bra? She'd seen women in triathalons doing the same thing. It was certainly more than some of her bikinis. She carefully put the shorts and t-shirts back in their drawers and soon was ready to head out.

The run was uneventful, other than actually hitting her six minute pace, if only for a mile or so. But she came home satisfied.

A week later, she suddenly realized that she wanted to go a little further. At first, Liz was stunned at what she wanted to do, but soon decided to do it. She took off her t-shirt and jog bra and opened her lingerie drawer. "Yeah, the red lace will do the trick." She slipped it on and headed out. Again, uneventful. She was a little unhappy that she hadn't made her six minutes, but 6:07 for the two miles wasn't bad.

Two days later was her day off. As usually, she slept in to avoid throwing her schedule off. But this always gave her time to run a slightly longer loop. As she was getting dressed, she thought about the other day. She giggled for a second, then wondered if she could do it. She pulled the black bra and matching panties out of the drawer. She looked at the garters and hose and laughed. That was way too much. And besides, the running shoes wouldn't fit. She finished "dressing" and was soon running, mind in its usual place. It was a good run, long and satisfying.

She got home Tuesday night and suddenly found herself pondering "the next step". Saturday night had been pushing the boundaries of what she wanted to do. Or had it. "Oh my god," she said out load, "what the hell I'm I getting in to?" Then put up all of her running clothes and pulled out the same black panties. For a second she wondered how uncomfortable it would be. Her breasts had always been a point of embarrassment ever since high school. She had been a "late bloomer" and hid in the locker room afraid that the other girls would laugh at her. Now she found herself wondering if that was why the guys found her "undesirable", or why she was always willing to have sex with them so quickly. Her bras were between an A and B cup and she always had to check the fit carefully.

As soon as she moved from a walk to a jog she found that her breasts didn't jiggle as much as she was afraid they would. She was happy with what she had done, and as she "undressed", she puzzled herself about going all the way.

Friday night she thought she might be ready. "I can always turn around and head home," she told herself. "I'll know pretty quickly if I can do it."

So she undressed, put on her socks and shoes, grabbed her key and put it on her wrist and walked out the door. Two minutes later she was exhilarated, enjoying the sudden liberation. Her run was even more spectacular than usual. She didn't even try for her target, reveling in her sensations.

As she approached her house, she saw some girls on the porch across the street from her house. "Fuck," she thought. She stopped and considered her options. Her door was inset a ways and the porch was on the near side. She crossed the street and ran through the yards, away from the street. She got to her yard and stopped a few yards short of the porch. She took a breath, pulled the key off her wrist. "One, two, three," and she took off, trying to run a four minute mile. She turned into the porch.

There, standing in front of the door, was Angie. The girl from across the street.

"Hello Liz," she proclaimed. "Enjoy you run?"

Liz turned. The other two girls were standing behind her. "Oh no," she thought. "What have I gotten myself into?"

"We've been watching you and your hijinks for for a couple of weeks. I suspect that this has been going on for quite a while." And with that, Angie stepped away from the door and, with a flourish, invited Elizabeth into her own home.

"I suspect we're going to have some fun over the next couple of weeks," Angie proclaimed.

Law of Unintended Circumstances Ch. 02



Liz let herself into her house. Angie and the others followed her in. Liz shivered a little, and crossed her arms over her breasts.

"No need to be so shy little girl. We've seen it all," Angie said, mockingly. "And we've got the pictures to prove it."

With that, one of the other girls held up some 8 x 10's. A little grainy, a little dark, but clear enough. They were obviously taken with a long lens, and the camera set for a high speed. But they were definitely of her. The first showed her leaving her house in her fancy bra. The next two were of her topless, one leaving, one coming home. The next two shocked her. One showed her leaving her house, nude. The second was of her running down one of the streets, bare assed naked.

"You've got a choice here, lady. Cooperate, and the pictures and the memory cards are yours," Angie proclaimed. "Say no, at any time, and, well, lots of people look for this sort of stuff on the Internet, and ours would be a free site. And who knows, some of your co-workers, maybe your boss, might get an e-mail with the URL."

Liz shuddered. She was in a bind. Up to her neck in shit. The whole room smelled of her fear. And the room seemed to be shrinking around her.

"What do you want from me? I've got money," she asked, fearfully.

"Money! Fuck that. What do you drive, a two year old Lexus?" Angie shouted. "I've got a fucking new 5 series. Linda's father just bought her another C class. And Paula. Poor Paula. She's got a year old Hummer."

"Oh god! What then?" Liz pleaded.

"Your ass. We own your ass."

"What do you mean?" Liz asked, this time looking at the other two. Okay, one was Linda. The red head, she thought. Liz had seen her driving around the street in a Mercedes. Which left the other blond to be Paula.

"I really don't have much choice," she finally replied. "I guess you've got me."

"Here's the deal," Angie started. "You do some stuff for us, we record it for our memories. If you fully cooperate, you get everything back. Everything. We don't keep a thing, no videos, no pictures. You get tapes, cards, prints, anything and everything. But fuck up, quit, stop us and all we have goes on our site. Got it?" Angie looked around the room, smiling.

"Videos?" Liz asked. "You mean there's more?"

"Look, cunt, we plan to hang you out to dry if you quit on us. It's an all or nothing proposition," Angie bellowed. The other two girls sniggered.

"When do we start, what do you want?" Liz asked, more frightened than she had ever been in her life.

One of the girls, Paula, reached into a small duffel and retrieved some cameras. Two nice digital cameras and a pair of video cameras.

"Hands on top of your head, turn around slowly."

As she slowly complied, she heard the camera snapping pictures. As she finished turning, she say Angie with one of the video cameras. But Linda was gone. Then she heard a voice come from her bedroom.

"I found her naughty drawer," Linda announced.

"Oh shit," Liz thought. Vibrators, some DVDs. The lingerie wasn't too bad, but the sex toys were what frightened her.

Linda came out. She proudly held Liz's bullet, her rabbit and the double entry. The last one made her blush. She'd tried it once, and should have tossed it. Then Liz realized she had something else.

Angie laughed. "Good haul girl." Then she turned back to Liz. "You're a slut. A fucking slut. And sluts don't have pubes. So off they go. You can do it, or we can. Your call."

Liz was startled. She'd seen the porn stars with no hair, but had never though of it for herself. Maybe a little bikini trim, but not that. But she knew she had to do it, and she'd rather do it herself.

"Okay, give me the stuff. I'll take care of it," she resigned.

"First, up on the table. Feet on the edge, ass as close as you can get."

Liz looked at the coffee table. Nothing to do, she sat down, the put her feet on the edge. She knew exactly what she looked like. The camera click, and the two video cameras recorded her from different angles. Then Linda walked in and got a close up.

"Her lips show just a little," Linda announced. "But her clit's hiding. Maybe we can change that."

Angie sighed. "Slut like you, and you can't even get your little clitty to show? Come on, get it out in the open where we can all see it."

Liz sat, befuddled for a second. "Get your clit out. I don't care how, pull it, stroke it, whatever, just get it out!"

She reached down, embarrassed to be touching herself in front of others. She slowly stroked her lips, pulling gently on each of her outer lips, then sliding a finger slowly against her slit.

"That's not what I mean, girl. Get that clit out where it belongs! We want to see it, not your fuck hole. Get the thing out, right now. Hurry up."

She slid her fingers up, gripping the hood. She hesitated for a moment, not wanting to do it, but knowing what the consequences were. Or at least suspecting. She tugged the hood back, then, with her right hand, pulled her clitoris gently out, for all to see.

Then she saw the flash, then another, closer.

"On yeah," she heard Paula exclaim. "That's a nice one. Not too big, but I'll bet it can get bigger with a little work."

"Not now, though, girls. We can see more of it after she does a little work," said Angie. "Here," she said, handling Liz some scissors. "You'll need to use some hedge clippers before you can trim that jungle."

Liz blushed. She'd always thought of herself as neatly trimmed. But, apparently not to these bitches. After a few minutes, she'd mowed herself down to practically nothing. Then Paula handed her the shave cream. She smeared it on herself, knowing that she had to do a good job and expose herself entirely. She put the can down and Paula handed her the razor. Liz started, tentatively, at the top. She slowly worked down, then from her thigh to her lip on one side, then the other. Shyly, she proceeded to the next, humiliating step, Gripping her lip, she slid the razor slowly, carefully, up to the edge. She repeated the step on the other side. She looked up at Angie, the obvious ring leader and driving force. Angie just nodded, looking further down Liz's crotch. Liz continued down, until she was well below her vagina, nearly at her asshole. Angie stared at her, and Liz knew how far she had to go. She continued stroking the razor around the bottom of her cheeks.

Finally, Angie announced "That looks good. Now go back and feel yourself for stubble."

Liz did so, finding a couple of spots, which she quickly repeated, until she seemed completely bare. Paula handed her a damp washcloth, which Liz happily took and wiped herself off. Then she was handed a towel, with which she dried herself. Flash, flash again.

"Look up, between your legs."

Liz did so, only to be blinded by another flash.

"Okay, sweetie, let's try to avoid razor rash for a few days," Angie said, wetting a cotton ball with something from a bottle. "Wipe this all over the area. It might sting a little, but it'll keep you from developing a rash."

Sting a little? It burned like hell. But Liz gritted her teeth.

Linda held up the double entry vibrator. Liz had found the sensation a little interesting, but not pleasurable enough to use it again. Angie smiled at her, with a wicked grin. Whatever was going on in her mind, it couldn't be good. Then the cunt (Liz was thinking of them in the foulest words she could imagine) poured some lube on both heads.

"Okay, slut. Now you can play with yourself. Get good and wet. This sucker looks like it'll go up you slut hole, but you probably don't want it going in dry. I'll bet that would hurt. Not that we wouldn't mind seeing that."

Liz started stroking herself, blushing again. Her thumb played with her now exposed clit, two fingers sliding up and down her slit. After a couple of minutes, she found herself blissing out, almost forgetting where she was.

"Okay, whore, you look good and wet. Now," Angie said, holding up the bottle of lube, "I think you might want to try your other opening. I don't think it'll get wet on its own."

Liz blanched, but took the bottle and put a few drops on her finger and gently smeared it around her ass hole. She put another couple of drops on, then slid her finger a little way in.

"I think you'll want to go a little deeper," Linda sneared. "You might find this a little better suited to the purpose. And you better hurry, we want to see this jammed all the way up in about two minutes." With that, she handed Liz a tube of Astroglide.

Liz smeared some of the goo on her finger and slowly pushed her finger in, first to one joint, then the next, and finally to her knuckel.

"Think it'll fit with one finger?" Paula asked.

"Well, I'm not going to wait. If not, she'll find out why she should have hurried," Angie said, and snatched the tube away. Then she handed Liz the double entry dildo. "Okay, bitch, you know what to do with it."

Liz was terrified. She knew one finger wouldn't be enough. She looked pleadingly around the room, but saw no mercy in the girl's faces. She slowly pushed the big head into her pussy. She realized that she was thinking of herself the same way the girls were. And it bothered her.

"Let's go, cunt. We want some penetration. We want some action. NOW!"

Liz pushed faster, feeling the large head stretch her. Then she felt the small head touch her ass hole. Small was a relative word. It was bigger than one finger, almost as wide as two. She didn't look around, she knew what the girls were expecting. She grunted as it entered. At the same time, the expanded part of the large head hit her lips, opening her even more. The pain wasn't unbearable, but it was still there. It was "only" five inches long, but it was still longer than anything she'd ever had in there.

'Now out, but just a little. Fuck yourself with it. We want you cumming, over and over," Angie warned.

Liz didn't even notice the cameras going off. She slowly slid out about an inch, then back in. Then out, then in, again. She felt a hand against hers, then was jolted when the vibrator was turned on. The vibrations were stunning, but painful in her ass. She slowly, carefully slid the vibrator in and out.

"Go on cunt, fuck yourself hard. Push that thing all the way in."

Liz shuddered. Suddenly the hand pushed, hard, and she felt the two heads and shafts go in all the way. The pain in her ass was, just for a second, astronomical! The hand kept the vibrator in place and, after an hour or so, the pain lessened and then, almost miraculously, started to become pleasurable.

Angie smirked, although Liz couldn't see her. "Okay, little slut, two minutes, let's see some howling, screaming, hip pounding orgasms." Two minutes? Oh lord, it seemed like hours. How long was she going to hold out. Slowly she felt herself warming, and then thrusting against the hand holding the vibe. Her abs started quivering and contracting, a sure sign of what what was coming, Her orgasm was building. Then she went over the brink.

"Oh, oh, oh" she panted, bucking her hips. She felt her pussy spasm as she came.

"That was great!" Linda shouted. "You are one little whore. But if you are going to be a porn star, you need to learn how to moan better. Maybe we should pick up a couple of guys and have then fuck you stupid while you watch some porn."

Then Paula piped in, sitting between Liz's legs (so that's who was holding the vibrator in place). "That was nice, but I think you can do better. Just keep going, I'm turning this up another notch. Or maybe you'd like something bigger in your holes."

Liz felt the vibrations increase. Her breathing sped up and started to become ragged. "Oh yeah," she moaned. "Make me cum, I want to cum. Please, oh god, just do it, I don't care how." As she said it, she was stunned to hear herself. Maybe she'd say that alone, but not with others. And especially her tormentors.

Suddenly her pussy started to spasm and her breath stopped. Then the shock went off in her head. "Oh shit," she shouted. "Oh god, I'm cumming." And her body shuddered and her mind went almost blank.

The applause shocked her back to reality. She suddenly felt shame. And anger. But she was too humiliated to say or do anything. She felt her pussy, gently squeezing the vibrator and her asshole holding the one stuffed down there.

"That was good, girl," said Paula. "Look, she's got pussy juice dripping down to her ass. And she's still twitching. Should we try for two"?

"One minute forty-eight," announced Liz. "You were pretty warmed up for this. Sleazy cunt. Slut. Grab your legs and hold them by your knees. Pull them back and out. We want to see everything."

Liz hopelessly complied. She was totally beaten and in the girls' control. She knew what she looked like.

"Okay, honey, now look between your legs. Look at the," Angie said, after Liz looked up. "Ass, pussy, tits and face. All on view." The the cameras started flashing. Liz was in terror as Paula suddenly turned the vibrator back on. This time all the way up.

"Ohhhh," she shouted. Then, just as suddenly, Paula turned it off. And then she yanked on the vibrator, pulling it our of Liz's pussy and ass. Liz suddenly felt a void. And was embarrassed to find both holes suddenly twitching and spasming.

"Look, she wants them back in." Linda sneered out. "Maybe she needs to be reminded who's boss." With that, she slapped Liz's pussy very hard. Hard enough to draw a scream. But also some pleasure.

"Isn't that enough," Liz pleaded, knowingit wasn't.

"Off the table, bitch. On the floor," Angie commanded. "You're up, Paula. How do you want it?"

"Sitting." Liz was a little confused.

"On your back, little girl." Liz stood, then laid down on her back. She head something rustle behind her for a second. The Paula came into view, naked from the waist down. Liz was afraid. She knew what was going to happen, and she didn't like it. Unlike many of the women she knew, she'd never experimented with another woman. As Paula stepped over her head, Liz realized that she had never even seen a woman's pussy, other than the occasional flash at the gym. And certainly not with the pussy lips open and a little wet. Paula squatted, then sat back, resting on Liz's chest, her pussy just below Liz's chin.

"Okay, sugar lips. Time to make me scream. Start munching." With that, Paula lurched forward, thrusting her trimmed mound onto Liz's face, her lips and clitoris on Liz's mouth and nose. Liz was repulsed. She had never had sex with another woman. In fact, other than a little porn some of her boyfriends had shown her, she'd never really seen another woman's pussy. Now, not only was she seeing one live, it was being shoved in her face. And she was afraid.

"Eat bitch. Lick the lips, suck on the clit. I don't care, just make me cum. And be quick, there's two other hotties waiting their turn." 

Liz realized she didn't have any choice. She started with a little lick. Suddenly Paula settled a little further down, then leaned over slightly. Liz found that she had "better" access to Paula's cunt. She licked a little harder, then stuck her tongue up further, trying to reach Paula's clit. The sooner she got this nightmare over, the better. After a minute or two, Paula started to moan loudly.

"Oh yeah, bitch. Suck my click. Stick your tongue in my pussy. Make me cum." With that, Liz could feel Paula's juices start to dribble out and on to her face. Paula started to buck, back and forth, up and down. Liz had a hard time eating her tormentor. But she tried.

Suddenly, "oh my God. Ohhhhh." With that, Paula trembled, then sagged, almost crushing and smothering Liz. Liz could feel Paula's wetness coming out, rolling into her mouth and along the sides of her face. Then she started to gasp.

"Oh, sorry girl. Wouldn't want to kill you. Yet." Liz suddenly trembled. Did they have some horrible end planned for her?

"God, I'm just joking," Paula said. "Do what we ask and you're home free. Try to fuck with us and you're fucked even worse."

Linda walked up from above her head. "My turn." And with that, she sat down, facing Liz's feet, her pussy in Liz's mouth and ass almost on her nose. Liz knew what to do, and started at it.

Within moments, Linda started moaning. "Oh yeah," she mumbled, "you learned how yo lick pussy fast." Meanwhile, Liz had her eyes closed, trying to put the fact that her nose was inches from this woman's asshole. But it didn't take long before Linda started rocking her pelvis back and forth. Then she started shouting.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yeah, keep going. Oh shit, I'm cumming. Yeaaaah!" With that, she shuddered and slowed her motion. Then she leaned forward and rolled off of Liz.

"You need to teach Rick a few lessons. You're a quick study. Either you were being shy and have eaten more than your share, or you really know how pussy works. Either way, you can do me again anytime."

"Enough of that," Angie said. "It's my turn. Hands and knees, get over to the couch." Liz rolled up, suddenly noticing that her face smelled of sex and was coated in the other girl's juices. On her hands and knees, she moved over to the girl sitting on her couch, legs spread, ass at the edge.

"We've been through this before. Do it. Do it good."

Liz moved forward. She was deeply committed. Her tongue reached out and licked Angie's lips, bottom to top, then swirled around the clit.

"Oh yeah, that is fine. Girls, she has become a great pussy licker. Now, baby, make me scream."

Liz struggled to continue. She was humiliated at what was happening, but knew that she was committed and had to finish this and get these girls out of her life.

After "forever", Angie started to moan loudly and buck her hips. Liz knew she was nearing the end. Suddenly, Angie pushed Liz's head away.

"Let's take a few seconds, girlfriend. I like to get close a couple of times before I cum. Makes it into a volcano. When I'm ready to continue, you'll know." She continued to hold onto Liz's head, which made her intentions on when very clear.

Suddenly, Liz found her face slammed back into Angie's pussy. She started licking and sucking, hoping, but knowing better. Sure enough, as soon as it was clear that she was about to cum, Angie pulled Liz's head away. This time, Angie was panting a little heavier. Liz looked up at her. The girl's breasts where slightly red, and her nipples were huge. And the face! Angie's face was red and she was completely out of breath. But smiling.

"What do you think, ladies? One more pass? Or do we have enough time for a couple more?" The other girls knew that Angie swung both ways and that she could keep going all night if she wanted to. But they were a little tired and were starting to come down from their own orgasms.

Paula spoke up. "Give her a break tonight. You'll have a couple more chances. 'Sides, I'm pretty beat."

Liz felt a relief with that statement. Then shock! What did she mean by "a couple more chances?"

But she didn't have long to think, as her face was plunged once again into the waiting pussy. It was sopping wet by now, by Liz's face was already covered with the juices from the other two. Slowly, she felt Angie's motions and breathing increase. The girl was a quiet cummer, it seemed. Suddenly, Angie pulled Liz's face in hard. "Ohhh, fuck yeah." With that, she thrust one more time. Liz had her tongue partly up Angie's cunt, and felt it spasm a few times, then slow.

Angie let go of Liz's head and pushed her back a bit.

"You sure you're not a lezzy? Or at least a bi? You sure did me pretty good." With that, Angie and the other girls laughed. "Or maybe it's that you're a quick learner. Did you like it? Did it turn you on, doing a girl?"

"No," Liz said. "I was horrible. I'm glad you 'girls' are out of my life," she shouted, spitting out "girls". "Now give me that stuff."

"Not quite yet," Linda announced, with a wicked smile. "We promised our boyfriends, a few things. You only need to go a little longer."




Law of Unintended Circumstances Ch. 02



Liz looked around. Paula was already dressed, Linda had picked up her sundress and was slipping it over her head. She looked behind her and saw Angie, her eyes slightly closed. Then they opened and she smiled again.

"Yeah," the voice came from behind her. "We just need you to settle out a couple of things they want and we're all done."

Liz heard Angie moving behind her, and turned her head yet again. Angie was putting her shorts on, but not her panties. Liz looked at her for a second. Angie held up the panties and said "a little trophy for you. Ya' know, like the guys like. Your first pussy." The she tossed them to Liz. Liz felt two other pair hit her on the back. NOW her humiliation was complete.

"Tell you what, little child. Sleep in a little today. We'll be by, say 2, 5 and 8 for you to entertain the boys and us. Be ready. Make sure that twat is shaved smooth. And answer the door bare assed naked. And open it all the way up, standing right in the middle. You've got a nice body, for an old woman. Show it off. You obviously like to."

With that, Angie squeezed Liz's left nipple and stood up.

"Aren't you going to see us to the door?" the girl asked. Liz stood, defeated. She walked in front of them, the girls taking turns swatting her ass. When they reached the door, Liz "knew" what they were expecting. She opened the door all the way and stood in the doorway. As each of the girls walked by, they gave her body some kind of tweek or pat.

"No," she thought. "What have I gotten myself in to?"



Law of Unintended Circumstances Ch. 03



Liz woke around 10. The nightmare hung in her head. She shook it for a second. Then realized that her pubes were gone. She was shaved "down there."

"Oh my gawd!" she yelled. "No, this isn't happening!"

She walked into the living room and smelled the smell of sex. And saw the three pairs of panties on the floor. She knew what was going on and that she was doomed. "Doomed I say. Doomed." She giggled for a second when she remembered that line from some movie. And then started to cry.

After a few minutes, she composed herself enough to head into the kitchen and make some breakfast. She decided on an omelet. Not too complex, but enough to take her mind away from what was next.

After her breakfast she poured a hot bath and sank in. She had considered a glass of wine, then tossed the idea. After she had soaked for about 20 minutes, she remembered the warning and reached for the razor. "In for a penny, in for a pound." She started with her underarms, then hit her legs. When she was done with that, she sat for a minute pondering. She opened the drain and climbed out of the tub. Opening the shower door, she started the multiple heads in the shower and waited a moment for the hot water to start flowing. At the last moment, she ran over and put a new blade in her razor. She stepped in and washed her hair.

"Well, I guess that's enough stalling," she said to whomever and began scrapping the razor around her pubic area. It didn't experience much resistance, but she wanted a new blade, just in case. She put one foot on the bench and shaved that side. Then she got to the hard part. Emotionally hard. She grabbed her labia and pulled it out, shaving the part closest to her lip. When she was done with that side, she traded sides and repeated.

"Crap," she thought, reaching between her legs. Slowly, and delicately, she shaved the area between her vagina and anus. That done, she reached around and gripped one cheek, pulling it back. The she slowly shaved that side. Now she realized that she was going to have to switch hands. It had been a little tricky to learn how to shave her right armpit, but she could see that. She started in very, very carefully and finally got the job done. She rinsed everything and stepped out and dried off. She thought for a second and went down stairs. Yes, there was everything. The toys, all of the lube, and that bottle of whatever. She rubbed a little on and it stung as bad as last night.

It was now 1:15. No reason to get dressed, so she just sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. Some show about people buying or selling a house or something.

Two minutes to two. She turned the TV off. She stood up and waked to the door. The clock started chiming and the doorbell rang. She knew exactly what they wanted and had turned the entry light on. She swung the door open and stood as close to the middle as she could. There stood Angie and some boy.

"Aren't you going to give us a hug?" Angie asked. Liz blinked, then realized that Angie wanted her to step out on the porch. Jack Hart across the street was mowing his lawn, but seemed head down into it. Liz stepped out and meekly hugged Angie, who squeezed her, then pinched her ass.

"This is Carl. Carl, this is our slut, Liz." Liz gave him the same hug and her almost squeezed the snot out of her. As they broke, he pinched her nipple.

"Enough of the introductions. Let's play," Angie said and pushed Liz further out onto the porch, followed by Carl. Liz looked around. Jack still seemed to be focused on his mowing. With relief, she walked in and shut the door.

"Nice boobs. And I see you shave. Your idea, or Angie's?" Carl proclaimed.

"My idea. Slut wouldn't do something like that. She used to be Miss Goodie Two Shoes. But she started down the road on her own. We just helped her out a little. And those boobs aren't 'nice'. These are nice." Angie said, cupping hers.

Carl walked into the middle of the living room and dropped his jeans. He was commando. And hanging sort of halfway between soft and up.

Angie pushed Liz into the living room and stood behind her. Suddenly Angie reached around and pinched Liz's nipples. Hard.

"Yeow!" screamed Liz.

"Good ahead, the slut loves to have her nips squeezed," Angie said to Carl. He reached out and took over, rolling them gently, then harder. Liz groaned, mostly in pain but, to her embarrassment, a little in pleasure. Angie moved her hands south and started stroking Liz's lips, looking for her clit.

"Well, the bitch isn't wet. But this isn't for her pleasure."

Angie reached back up and pushed down on Liz's shoulders. She knew what she was supposed to do and dropped to her knees. She reached out and gripped Carl's cock, then slowly slid the ever hardening tool into her mouth.

"Our little slut, whore, whatever, knows what to do. Maybe she's cock hungry. Probably has seen one in quite a while."

Liz wondered what was going on. "Something we won't do" didn't sound like a blow job. These little whores (she had to at least think it back at them) surely sucked them. Maybe Angie wouldn't let him cum in her mouth. No, more likely she wouldn't swallow. Liz didn't particularly like to do it, but she had. This wouldn't be too bad. She had been told she gave good head, so it might work out to be not too bad.

"Okay, here's the rules. You'll suck him until he's close. Then stop and pull back. When he's ready, you'll start again. I want him moaning and blowing his wad like he never has. And I want your mouth to just be aching," Angie commanded.

A little pain and discomfort. So that's what it is. Liz had never gone more than five or six minutes, so this would probably not be "not too bad".

Liz started slowing sliding her head back and forth, stroking the base with her hand. As the head reached her lips, she swirled her tongue around it.

"Oh yeah," Carl moaned. "She's almost as good as you."

"As if," Angie replied. "Well, I guess she gets more practice than I thought. Perhaps she whore's herself out."

Liz continued her ministrations, trying her best. Maybe she could surprise him and be over with it.

After a couple of minutes, Carl moaned long and loud. "Oh yeah, now, I'm almost there." With that, Angie grabbed Liz's ears and pulled her back.

"Give 'im a little bit. He needs to calm down. But let's see how you're doing." She reached down and slid her finger over Liz's slit again. "Hm, not wet yet. This may take a while. Don't worry honey. You won't cum while you're sucking him. That might distract you from your job."

After a few more minutes Carl said "Okay, I'm ready." 

Angie replied "Bullshit. I saw the look on your face. Her lips hit your cock and you'll go off. And that's not the deal. You keep going. I want her mouth too sore to talk or eat or even smile."

Another minute or two and Liz saw him quit shaking and his cock wasn't throbbing nearly as much. She knew it was time and reached over then put it back in his mouth and started again.

They repeated the little routine again. This time Angie pinched Liz's nipples, rolling them roughly. Then she reached down and stroked Liz's clit.

"Cunt's still not wet. You not enjoying this?" With that, Angie started stroking her slit, rolling and gently squeezing her clit. Suddenly Liz moaned and realized she was getting a little wet. "Well, that's enough for you.

This continued for another 45 or 50 minutes. Blow, stop. Blow, stop. Sometimes Angie would pinch Liz's nipples, sometimes not. Once she blew in Liz's ear and liked her ear lobe.

"Okay, this time it's for the pay off. Look up, let him see your pretty face." As Liz looked up, she saw for the first time that Carl had a video camera and had been recording the whole thing. Now she was humiliated. But she kept going. The sooner the better.

It didn't take long for Carl to start moaning loudly and begin to thrust. She felt him pulse and knew this was it.

Suddenly Angie grabbed Liz's hair and pulled her back, head pointed up. "Keep looking at him. Eyes open. And smile for the cameras.

"Cameras?" Liz thought. Oh shit, she had forgotten. They had more than one. Angie had probably been taking stills, too.

But just as she finished that first thought, her eye almost exploded in pain as Carl shot his first gob into her right eye.

"Yeah, keep going. Other eye, maybe the nose." Angie shouted, holding Liz's hair even harder. The next shot hit her lower lip and chin. Liz realized her mouth was still open as a little bit of the cum rolled off her lip into her mouth.

The next load hit her left nostril and a little of the right. She gagged a little and tried to snort it out, but couldn't.

Then Angie yanked on her hair and pulled Liz back some. Carl must have been aiming a little lower, he hit her at the base of her throat and the cum started dribbling down her chest. The next shot hit her left breast an inch or two above her nipple. "Jeez," she thought. How long has it been since he came?"

Carl pumped once more, this time just a little, but hitting the top of her right breast.

"Looks like that's about it, slut. But you still have to clean him up, lick and swallow." Liz unconsciously grabbed his semi-hard penis and started to lick it. When she got to the head, there was a little cum left on it, which she slurped off and swallowed. Just about the time she felt like she he finished, she realized that he was hard again.

"Man, I could go for seconds."

"No baby. She's got some more for tonight." The Angie gripped Liz's hair again and finished the task by drying Carl's cock with some of it. Then she reached down and smeared the cum on Liz's chest and suddenly went up and pushed the cum in her nose on both side, making Liz gasp once again. "Okay, stand up cunt. Portrait time," Angie commanded. Liz stood up.

Angie walked over with the still camera, while Carl kept his video.

"Smile for the cameras." Liz did, but wanted to grimace. "Lick you lips, umm, yummy. Now scoop some of that off your nose and eye and swallow." Liz did as ordered. The humiliation continued. This was getting worse than ever. "Okay, head back, push that chest out. Smear it out some more. Let's see if you can get it over both of those little titties."

Finally they were done with her. Almost. "Seems there's some cum on a couple of my fingers. Clean it up if you would," as she thrust her hand out. Liz meekly complied. "Now dry it off. You know how."

After Liz dried Angie's hand with her hair, Angie had yet one more thing for Liz to do.

"On your back, let's see you finger yourself."

Liz groaned inside, but lay down and slid her fingers around her pussy (Pussy? Again that word) It didn't take long for her to start moaning aloud and rolling her hips.

"Enough," Angie said. "We have to leave. You can get yourself off after we're gone."

Carl smiled at Liz as he shut down the camera and handed it to Angie. Then he pulled his pants up as Angie put everything in the camera bag.

"I had thought about having you eat me, but I don't want to get all of that cum on my legs. Maybe next time. Okay, get up and see us out."

Liz slowly stood up. He legs were still a little wobbly. She had been so close. Angie and Carl walked slowly to the door.

Angie coughed and looked at Liz. "The door? You know, see us out."

Liz stood and opened the door. The two walked out and then turned on the porch.

"Come on out and say goodbye. Normally we'd kiss and hug, but you understand why we won't."

At least Jack wasn't still mowing. She thought she saw a movement at the window, but at least the porch was in a little shade and the light was off.

"Tootles kiddo. You better clean up. It's three thirty and you have some more visitors at five." And then they walked off.

Liz shut and locked the door with a sigh. The she started crying as she walked back to her bedroom and into the bathroom. She started the shower, still crying. When it was hot, Liz stepped in and cleaned herself. She scrubbed extra hard, then used her body scrub again. When she felt her hair was clean, clean, clean, she sat down. No conditioner, she thought. It reminded her of what just happened.

As she sat there she started stroking herself. "No!" she shouted. "Oh gawd, I can't do this," she then said, to no one in particular. But she continued, knowing she had to. It didn't take long, but it wasn't an earthquake. But it still felt good, and it was a release.

Finally she toweled off and dried her hair. It was almost four thirty. For a half second she thought about masturbating again, but decided against it. She opened her closet and reached for the robe, but that said "No reason for that, I'll just have to hang it up in a few minutes."

She walked downstairs, nude, blinds open, and turned on the TV to another random channel. Something about a cruise ship. "Yeah, maybe that," she thought. And waited.



Law of Unintended Circumstances Ch. 04



Quarter of five rolled around. Liz poured herself a small glass of wine. She sipped it slowly, then gulped down the last bit. Getting up, Liz walked to the kitchen and washed out the glass.

Her clock started to chime five when the doorbell rang. "Little shits must have been listening."

Liz opened the door to Linda and a tall, muscular guy. He had one of those scruffy "beards" that jocks wore, "trying to show their manhood," she thought.

Liz stepped into the fully open door and invited them in. Linda smiled. 

"Would you be a darling and grab that bag," she asked with a smirk.

With that the two walked in. The boy, "can't think of him as a man, they're children," they both patted her butt and the boy stroked her crack. Liz stepped out cautiously. The bag was just off the porch on the sidewalk. She was going to have to go out into the open. Mrs. Denison was at her mailbox, but she turned and headed back into her house. Liz picked up the bag and scampered back into the house.

Liz knew the bag contained something more to humiliate and degrade her, but not exactly what.

Linda smiled as she pulled out a video camera and tripod. Then another.

"Why don't you just lay down over there, honey, while I set up the cameras. Need to get the positions right. I don't know what the others have in store for you, but this will be simple." "Hon," she said, looking at the boy, "try to not knock this camera down, okay?"

He smiled. "Sure."

"These are the ground rules," Linda said. "We're going to fuck doggie style. You'll be down there licking my pussy and his cock and balls. Make me cum a couple of times before he does. After he pops his load, you'll suck me clean and then clean him off. Got it?"

Liz nodded. She's already had cum all over her face and she'd eaten Linda out, so this was nothing new..

Linda climbed on top, positioning her pussy directly over Liz's mouth, then instructed the boy to move one of the cameras a little so the aim was more at the two of them. Then he went around and shifted the other camera slightly so it also had a better aim at "the action."

"Okay, Lizzie Lezzie, get me wet. I don't want that cock pushing into a dry pussy." A defeated Liz started licking Linda's lips and clit. "Oh yeah," Linda moaned. "You really do know how to eat a girl. Tell you what. Make me cum before he starts fucking me."

Liz knew what Linda wanted and started after it, knowing that the sooner this was over with, well, the sooner it was over with. When Linda started to lube up, Liz noticed a strange taste in her juices. A rather unpleasant taste. Leaning towards foul.

After "a couple of hours" Linda started to moan loudly and thrust her crotch into Liz's face. Liz tried to stick her tongue into Linda's pussy while raking Linda's clit with her lower jaw.

Oh gawd yeah," Linda shouted. With that she dropped her hips, thrusting her pussy directly on to Liz's face. Her pussy fluttered and Liz could feel it pulsing on her tongue. Linda's hips gave some small but hard thrusting motions, then the groaned and settled her body on top of Liz.

"That was terrific. I'll bet there's some girls out there that would love to get ahold of that mouth. In fact, I might even know a few. Sugar, I hope you watched her."

Linda slowly stood up. "Got any beer in the fridge?" Liz nodded. Linda walked into the kitchen. "Coffee maker, but where's the coffee?"

"Freezer," was all Liz could croak out.

"Fucking' coffee snob. Need some after that. Why don't you just lay there for a while and finger yourself. But don't cum."

To her embarrassment, Liz found herself reaching between her legs, stroking her lips. She heard the beers pop open as the coffee started brewing.

"We're gonna step outside and have a smoke. That okay?" Linda asked, not caring about the answer. Liz didn't bother. Instead she continued to stroke herself, determined to only give herself a little pleasure.

Five or six minutes later she heard the two come back inside and vaguely smelled a bad cigar. They made some clattering sound and then she heard them filling two mugs, probably coffee. Surprisingly, she also heard two more beers pop open, then they stepped outside again.

After about ten minutes they came back in and walked back into the living room.

"Okay, Lizze Lezzie, time for the main attraction." She leaned over and gave Liz a full kiss on the mouth, forcing her tongue into Liz's. The taste was horrid, and suddenly Liz recognized what Linda's pussy juice was.

Linda again straddled Linda's head and leaned over. "Might want to give me a few more licks. Wanna make sure I'm ready to rock." Liz complied, resignedly.

"Okay, babe. Let's get the show on the road, we've got a time limit. And make damned sure you don't knock over that camera.. In fact, make sure they're both lined up again."

Liz heard some scurrying around and tilted her head back to see the boy aiming one of the cameras. Then he shuffled forward on his knees.

As his cock slid forward into Linda's pussy, Liz slowly licked the underside. "Oh fuck yeah. That's dynamite. This is going to be good. Capital good."

Well, Liz thought, he does speak. When he was all the way in, Liz shifted the aim of her tongue to the junction of the two and started licking. Maybe she could set him off quickly. He slowly started to slide in and out and Liz continued her licking, the underside of his cock and the lower edge of Linda's pussy and lips.

Suddenly he started thrusting faster and grunting. Liz knew her plan was working.

"Oh no you don't, you little shit. Don't." She never finished the sentence as he pushed in and gave slight but strong thrusts. Liz could feel his cock expanding and contracting. She smiled inwardly. Her plan had worked and it sounded like Linda was pissed at the boy. Then she realized, six, seven, eight. He relaxed, but cum was starting to drip out of Linda's pussy.

"Start lapping, slut. Take it all in and swallow it, cunt! You little whore, you made him cum too soon."

Liz started the inevitable, then smiled again.

"But babe," the boy pleaded, "you haven't let me come in a week. I was just too much. She," he paused for a second, obviously considering his fate, " you were great. You have the best pussy in the world. I couldn't help it. That little thing you do with it."

That little thing, Liz thought. She sticks it out and he sticks it in.

"Go cunt, keep eating. Clean me out. Every fucking drop." With that she pushed her cunt hard against Liz's mouth. Liz licked and lapped and swallowed. And gagged. It was horrible. Nasty.

"Oh yeah. We've been drinking coffee and beer all day. I even smoked two of his supposedly Cuban cigars. And somebody told us vitamin B also makes things nasty, so we took one of those. How is it? A little bad. Bad enough to make you want to vomit? Well don't. At least not until we leave. Now hurry the fuck up."

Liz continued until it felt like there was nothing left, then stopped.

"Done? Well we'll see." Linda reached under herself and stroked her pussy. "Damn, looks like the little whore got it all." She sat up, which put her asshole on Liz's nose, then stood. "Let's see you swallow a couple of times."

Liz had already been doing so, she couldn't help it. But she did, just to satisfy the little bitch.

"Very good. Now clean up my boy here. I know, he's going to get hard, but you don't have to take care of that. No time. He'll just have to jack off a couple of times."

He pushed the head of his shrunken cock into Liz's mouth, the slowly the rest of it. Sure enough, it started to grow.

"Okay, stud, that's enough," Linda commanded. "Dry it off. Like I told you."

He reached down and took Liz's hand, helping her to sit up. Suddenly he started rubbing his slimly penis across her face, the grabbed her hair and wiped himself off with it. And Linda was there with one of the cameras, getting everything.

"Okay, you can lay down and fuck yourself while we get dressed and put everything away. If you want to cum, you can."

Liz sat there, staring at the two of them. She wouldn't give them the pleasure.

Finally they were dressed and had put everything in the bag.

"I'm a little disappointed. I figured you'd want to cum a couple of times. Well, we're ready to head out. See us to the door?"

Liz braced herself for yet another humiliation and stood up. The three walked to the door and the boy opened it.

"Ladies first," he grinned, as Linda stepped aside. Liz felt herself being pushed further out into the open. To her horror, three men were unloading a trailer on her left. None of them had seen her, yet.

"I'd kiss you goodbye, but I'll bet you taste dreadful." With that, Linda suddenly jammed two fingers up Liz's pussy. Liz grunted at the sudden push. And startled when the boy pushed his finger against her anus.

"Let's go, boy-o." Linda shouted and the boy stepped off the porch for the car.

Liz had almost reached her door when one of the men yelled "holy shit, look at the naked broad." But the other men were out of sight and Liz was in the house in a quick pop, leaving the man to tell an unbelievable story to his workmates.

Liz realized she had no idea who the boy was. But wasn't disappointed. She looked at the clock. Oh no, she thought. It was 5 after 7. She had less than an hour.

She ran into her bedroom and into the bathroom. She started her shower, then stopped and walked back into the bedroom. Flopping on to her bed, she said to no one in particular "I won't give THEM the satisfaction, but I need it." With that, she again started rubbing her lips, only moved quickly to her clitoris and put a finger, then two, into her vagina. It only took a couple of minutes to achieve an earth shattering orgasm, but she kept going and had another.

"Oh my lord," she thought as she showered. "What have I become? Who am I?"

After a quick shower she dried her hair, then brushed her teeth again and gargled for the thousandth time. She looked at her clock. Eight minutes. Time enough to ... "NO, I WILL NOT," she shouted.

She walked downstairs and went to the door. It was starting to get dark, but she could see a new car in the driveway.