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Carole's New Friends Ch. 01

By: norfolklad



Even you would have to agree that it was a silly accident that started this whole episode of your life. All it took to distract you was a dog running loose in front of a house across the road and when you looked back you were heading into the back of the car in front of you that had stopped at the lights. Fortunately you weren't going very fast and the damage was limited to a couple of dents. 

The other driver leapt out of her car and rushed towards you. You were in less of a hurry, trying to think what on earth you were going to say to excuse your carelessness. As she inspected the damage to the back of her car, you opened your door, got out, and walked towards her very tentatively. She looked up at you as you approached her. She was a woman of about your own age, with long fair hair tied up in a bun, hazel eyes, and dressed in a dark business suit. Her manner was brusque and business-like at first and it made you fear the worst, but suddenly a smile on her face and in her eyes reassured you that things might not be as bad as you'd imagined.

'It's ok,' she said, 'no damage done, well no more than was already there. Some idiot ran into me last week...' She stopped, suddenly realising what she'd said. 'Oh, I'm sorry,' she added hastily, breaking into a giggle. 'That was so rude. I didn't mean you were an idiot. You must have been distracted by the dog too. I thought it was going to run out into the road.'

'No,' you replied, 'I should've been paying more attention. I'm the one who should be sorry.'

'Well, no harm done. The guy who ran into me last week was just in too much of a hurry and he was rude, so I'm more than happy to let his insurance pay for it. And, anyway, us girls must stick together,' she said with a wink.

'Thank you so much but hadn't we better exchange details, just in case.'

'Sure, why not, and I owe you a coffee anyway for suggesting you were a jerk,' she laughed. 

You wrote out your details on a piece of paper while she handed you a business card. 'Julia Williams', it said.

'It's Jules,' she insisted, 'no need to be formal. I'm on my way to a meeting just now so I must hurry but I'll call you. Bye, drive carefully. Don't bump into any more strange women!'

And so they parted.

The incident had almost slipped out of your mind when, a couple of weeks later, the phone rang. 

'Hi, Carole,' the voice on the other end said, 'it's Jules here. You remember, you ran into me a while back,' she said with a laugh. 'I'm sorry I haven't called you before but things have been so hectic. Anyway, I still owe you that coffee. Sorry about the short notice but how about tomorrow morning?'

'That sounds great,' you replied after a moment's thought. 'I'll look forward to it.'

And that, in brief, is how began one of the most extraordinary episodes in your life. 

During the weeks ahead you found that you were spending more and more time in Jules's company. Anyone would have thought you'd been friends for life. You began by meeting every few days for coffee, then for a weekly lunch together. She was an easy person to talk with and you found you had much in common with each other. The conversation between you was wide-ranging and increasingly intimate in a non-sexual way.

Finally, when you both had a free day, she invited you round to her place to get the sun beside her pool, have a swim, and some lunch.

'Don't forget your costume,' she said as she rang off.

You arrived at her place at about 11 o'clock. It was in an expensive neighbourhood, befitting the home of two people on excellent salaries. Jules had obviously been watching for your arrival and opened the front door as you got out of your car. She was wearing a bathrobe over her swimming costume and her hair was released from the bun in which she normally wore it. She hugged you warmly and kissed you on the cheek before asking whether you wanted to change into your costume now or later. 

When you decided that now was as good a time as any, she showed you upstairs to one of the bedrooms where another bathrobe, identical to hers, was laying on the bed, along with a couple of hangers for your clothes. After pointing out the en-suite shower, adding that there was also a shower by the pool, and making sure that there was a towel for you, she left you to change. As you slipped your clothes off you took time to look around the room, which was obviously not the master bedroom but the main guest room. It was an airy room, furnished comfortably in a very feminine, chintzy way.

You put on your bikini, brushed your hair and touched up your make up before heading back down the stairs and out into the garden. 

The pool was a large one, surrounded by a paved area on which were set out a couple of sun-loungers and a table and chairs. A large awning over the table and the adjacent area provided shelter from the sun, which was becoming quite intense. Jules had already removed her bathrobe to reveal a one-piece but very fashionable and obviously expensive costume and had laid down on one of the sun-loungers. You slipped off your bathrobe and laid down on the other one. 

You cast a glance at your surroundings. The garden was substantial and stretched off into the distance. The lawn was immaculately mown and the flower beds neatly kept. Jules had never mentioned that either she or her husband Bob were keen gardeners so you assumed that they paid someone to look after it. 

'You like?' said Jules, interrupting your reverie. 

'It's beautiful; it's a very comfortable home. You've obviously found yourselves a wonderful lifestyle.'

'We enjoy it,' Jules replied. 'It's everything we've ever wanted, and more.'

The next half hour or so passed with idle chatter and then Jules suggested a swim before lunch. With the temperature climbing, the thought of slipping into the cooling water was an appealing one. The air was heavy and languid and, as you eased yourself into it, the water seemed equally so. The heat deadened all sound so that all you could hear was the gentle lapping of the water, the buzzing of insects and, in the distance, the faint sound of some children playing. It was turning into an idyllic summer's day. 

You and Jules swam gently, not wanting to exert yourselves and almost not wanting to disturb the water's placid surface. You floated on your back, letting the sun shine down on you. Jules came alongside you and did the same, reaching out with her hand to slide it into yours. 

'I'm enjoying this...' you both started to say simultaneously, before bursting out into laughter.

'See,' said Jules, 'we've almost become twins. We know each other so well.'

You floated on your backs for several more minutes before she suddenly dropped her gentle grasp of your hand and then rolled over in the water, scooping up a handful and splashing it over you. You shrieked in surprise but, by the time you could think about retaliating, Jules had reached the edge of the pool and was climbing out.

'Come on,' she said, 'let's have some lunch.'

She walked over to the poolside shower and let the warm water flow over her for a few moments, then towelled herself off, put on her bathrobe and headed into the house. You took the opportunity of her absence to shower yourself. When she returned she was carrying a tray laden with plates of cold meats and salad, which she placed on the table. She then went back into the house and came back with a bottle of wine in a cooler and two glasses. After drying yourself off, you also put on your bathrobe and joined her at the table.

To be honest, in the heat you didn't really feel like eating but it seemed rude to refuse the meal that she'd laid on. The cold wine was very welcome, though, and without realising it the two of you had soon finished the bottle and you realised that you were feeling mildly tipsy. The conversation flowed easily but, even so, her next question came as a surprise.

'Do you have a good love life?'

'Yes...,' you answered, but the slight trace of hesitation was obvious.

'But...,' Jules probed further.

She sensed your reluctance to respond and answered the question herself.

'You've been married more than a few years,' she said, 'so things are bound to have settled down into a routine. Don't you find yourself wishing sometimes that it could be a lot more exciting?'

'Perhaps,' you replied, wondering again where this was leading and wishing that she would drop this line of conversation. You thought about the fantasies that regularly filled your thoughts and how exciting the idea of them was but, good friend though she'd become, you were far from ready to talk to Jules about such personal matters. Instead, you decided to turn the tables to remove the pressure from you.

'What about you and Bob?'

'That's what I mean,' she answered. 'Our sex life did turn rather boring, in fact most of the time we simply didn't bother. But it's fine now. We're having the time of our lives.'

Her answer left you intrigued. Were they into swinging, had they decided on an open marriage, or had Jules found that she was bi? The possibilities raced through your mind. You were anxious to ask the obvious question but you knew that, if you did, you risked prolonging a difficult conversation. But your curiosity overcame your reluctance.

'What changed?' you heard yourself asking.

'Oh, this and that,' Jules replied. 'We found something we both enjoyed.'

It was clear that she had no intention of explaining further. You were both intrigued and disappointed.

'I'm going to take advantage of the sun for a little while,' said Jules, as if to change the subject. With that, she got up from the table and walked over to her sun-lounger. She peeled off her costume, and laid down on her front. 

'Would you be ever so lovely and put some sun lotion on me?' she said, handing you the bottle. 

You took the bottle and opened it, pouring some of the lotion into your right hand. After letting it warm for a few moments you began to spread it over her back and shoulders, then down and over her behind.

'That's nice,' she murmured appreciatively.

You weren't sure whether she wanted you to do the backs of her legs but you decided to continue anyway. Like the rest of her body, she had neat calves and thighs, taut without being too muscular. She obviously worked out but without being excessive over it. You rubbed the lotion into the backs and sides of her legs, working up from her ankles. 

As your hands approached the tops of her legs you felt uneasy as to how high you should go. Jules spread her legs wide to enable you to reach as much of her as possible, exposing her smoothly-waxed cunt lips. You were careful not to touch her there, although the temptation to do so was more than you could ever have believed possible. Maybe it was the heat affecting you.

When you had finished, you asked Jules whether she would do you too.

'Of course,' she replied, 'I'd rather hoped you'd want me to.'

It was your turn to lay flat on your sun-lounger. Jules came across and knelt beside you. She unfastened your bikini top and moved the straps aside so that the whole of your back was exposed. Then she applied the lotion to it but she wasn't just applying lotion, she was massaging and caressing your body. She took her time over it, giving all her attention to your back, your neck, your shoulders and your arms. She raised your arms and crossed them under your head, so that your upper body was raised slightly from the lounger. That allowed her to run her hands down your sides and under your breasts, rubbing the nipples between her thumbs and the side of her palms. You felt them involuntarily swell and harden.

You lay there, wondering how far she was going to take this. You worried that you would have to tell her to stop and were afraid that somehow that might spoil your burgeoning friendship. But before you knew it, her hands had slipped down to the bottom half of your bikini and was easing it down over your hips and thighs. You knew you should protest but you felt completely unable to do so and even lifted your body slightly to ease her task. You were soon as naked as she was.

Her hands rubbed the lotion into your behind, spreading your buttocks and exposing your hidden secrets to her gaze. She ran her hands over your hips and down the outside of your legs to your ankles, pausing there for a second or two before parting your legs. A sound of surprise escaped from her lips as slight wisps of your pubic hair were revealed.

'I'd never imagined you were unshaved,' she exclaimed. 

It crossed your mind to wonder why she might ever have considered the question.

Now the insides of your calves and thighs were available for her to touch. Her hands ran up your legs and, arriving at the top, showed no caution whatsoever. Fingers pressed against your sex, parting the little lips and exploring between them. A thumb ran along and spread the crease of your behind, rubbing against your tight rear entrance. You could feel the wetness developing in you and, if this continued, you knew that it was going to become a flood. You had never experienced anything like this before and you couldn't decide whether to feel shame or give in to the desire.

'Very nice indeed!'

It was the soft voice of a man right behind you. Jules's husband Bob had arrived home without you hearing and he wasn't just watching as Jules caressed you, it was his hands that had run up the inside of your legs and were opening up and arousing your sex.

You sprang off the lounger and grabbed your bathrobe, hugging it against yourself to cover both your body and your embarrassment. You had no idea what to do next.

'Welcome home, darling.' 

Jules greeted him as if nothing unusual had happened. She planted a lingering kiss on his lips, rather more than the peck on the cheek that suffices for most long-married couples. 'I'm so glad you got away from work early. I was afraid that Carole might have left by the time you got home. Carole, this is Bob. Bob, Carole.'

You blushed, grabbing the bathrobe tighter to you, realising that if you tried to put it on you would have to reveal even more of yourself. Both of them watched you closely as you wrestled with your dilemma. 

Then Bob began to peel off his clothes. He looked fit compared to most fifty-something year olds and still had a full head of hair, even if it had turned silver. As he took of his underpants you could see that he was tanned all over, as though he spent a good deal of time by the pool. His cock was decent-sized and semi-aroused. He sat down on the sun-lounger you had just vacated.

You decided to bluster it out.

'I'm sorry but I'm going to have to be on my way,' you said. 'I've an evening meal to get ready and a husband who'll be home from work before too long. In any case, I'm sure you two would rather be on your own together. Alright if I pop up and get changed, Jules?'

'Of course,' she replied, 'you know where it is.'

You turned around, with your exposed back towards them, and headed into the house and up the stairs. 

The bedroom window looked out over the pool area and you glanced out when you got to the room. Bob and Jules were talking, and talking quite intently, but even though the windows were open, you couldn't make out more than a few occasional words of what they were saying. 

'I think so,' Bob seemed to say.

'Yes, I do too,' replied Jules, nodding her head to reinforce her agreement. She glanced up towards the window and you darted back out of view, not sure whether she had seen you.

You dressed quickly and went back downstairs. Bob and Jules were waiting in the hallway for you as if nothing had happened.

'That was a lovely day,' said Jules. 'We really must do it again when we get the chance.' 

She kissed you on the cheek.

'Good to meet you at last,' said Bob, adding his kiss to your cheek. 'See you again soon I hope.'

'Yes, that would be lovely,' you replied to the both of them.

They stood in the doorway as you left. You got into the car and set off down the drive.

You didn't know what to make of the episode. You liked Jules and you had been excited by the way she had touched you. You knew that, deep down, you would have liked her to go further. But it was clear that she and Bob came as a package. If you'd stayed at their house any longer it was obvious that things would have gone a lot further and both Jules and Bob would have fucked you before the afternoon was over. You found it very difficult to know whether that was really what you wanted. You knew that it was a step too far but, the more you thought about it, the more your body told you that it was a step you wanted to take.

You felt awkward about phoning Jules but a few days later it was taken out of your hands when Jules called you. She had been invited to a girls' weekend away with some old friends and would you like to join them? It was to take place at the country home of one of these friends.

You hesitated before you replied, unsure whether to accept or not. Quite apart from being a newcomer amongst friends who had known each other for years didn't entirely appeal, you still weren't entirely sure about what had happened a few days before.

'It'll be good fun,' Jules insisted, 'and they're a really friendly crowd. You'll get on with them like a house on fire.' 

'And if you're worried about the other day,' she added, 'I definitely got the feeling that you were starting to enjoy yourself. Maybe that's a side of you that you need to open up. I'll pick you up at lunchtime on Friday. You'll only need a small weekend bag.'

Carole's New Friends Ch. 02



Jules collected you at lunchtime on the Friday for what turned out to be more than a two-hour drive. Eventually the car left the main road and followed a narrow lane that wound its way through dense woodland. Not a house was in sight, let alone the sizeable one that Jules had told you about, but finally the lane curved to the left and the trees opened up to reveal a substantial Tudor mansion on the far bank of a river. The lane crossed a stone bridge and then opened into a forecourt in front of the house. Jules got out but left the engine running. A footman approached her and took the keys from her. 

She beckoned you to follow her.

'Don't worry about your things,' she said. 'They'll bring them in once they've parked the car.'

As she led the way towards the archway in the centre house, wooden gates opened ahead of her. They revealed a large open courtyard beyond, totally enclosed on each side by three-storey buildings. In the centre was an ornate fountain. You could feel the faint touch of spray on your face as it drifted across the open space. It was quite refreshing after the long journey.

There were doors leading into the building on both left and right immediately beyond the gates but Jules continued past these and headed for a doorway halfway along on the left. She clearly knew her way around.

Inside she turned right along a corridor. On one side windows looked out over the courtyard. On the other side were doors set into the wood panelling, each bearing the name of the room within. Jules stopped at the door of the Catherine Room and opened it, stepping aside to allow you to enter ahead of her. Dominating the room was an enormous four-poster bed. A large window opposite the door looked out over gardens and parkland. Like the corridor, the walls were panelled in a dark wood but the large window made the room seem airy and spacious.

'This is to be your room,' she said. 'I'll be next door in the Elizabeth Room. There's a connecting door between us if we want to use it.'

'The bathroom is through that door,' Jules explained. 'You'll need to take a bath after a long journey.' She seemed to say it not as a suggestion but as an instruction, which you found rather curious. 'Take your time. We don't have to be ready until 7.30. I'll see you well before then.'

'But my things, they haven't been brought up yet,' you objected.

'Don't worry about them,' Jules replied, 'everything you will need is here.' 

She opened the door of a wardrobe concealed in the timber panelling. Hanging inside it was a beautiful rich red gown in the Tudor style and on the shelves were various items of other clothing.

'We dress up in costume here,' Jules explained. 'You should find that everything fits you. Enjoy your bath. Give me a call when you're ready to get dressed and I'll give you a hand.'

With that, she left the room and you found yourself on your own. You looked around, taking in the surroundings. It all spoke of vast wealth. For whoever owned this place, money was obviously not a problem. It must have cost many millions to build and furnish in this style and you wondered who it might be that could afford that sort of money. You weren't aware that Jules moved in such wealthy circles, which left you puzzling as to why you had both been invited.

But those thoughts were put to one side by the need for you to take your bath. You ran the water in the deep, luxurious bath and added some of the foam from the bottle provided. When it was ready you slipped out of your travelling clothes and left them on the bed and then climbed into the bath. 

You lay back, letting the water caress you, rubbing your hand lazily across your body, touching your breasts and your nipples and then sliding your hand down to stroke your bush and let your fingers slide lightly over the lips of your cunt. It felt good.

It occurred to you that all you needed to make this experience truly complete was a man to make love to you. You let your mind wander, thinking of his mouth kissing your nipples and his hard cock penetrating between your lower lips, stretching you and filling you up. You found yourself getting wet down there, and it wasn't just from the bath water. And you suddenly realised that the man you were imagining wasn't your husband and it shocked you to discover that you would quite welcome that.

You began to wonder what this weekend might hold in store for you. You were certain that it was going to be no ordinary weekend.

There was a sound from the bedroom which you took to be someone delivering your luggage. You hoped that they wouldn't come into the bathroom for there was no lock on the door but after a few moments you heard the bedroom door close and whoever it was had left the room.

Eventually you thought it might be time to finish your bath and get dressed, so you stepped out of the bath and took one of the soft luxurious towels that had been provided, using it to pat yourself dry. You stood before the mirror with a feeling of pleasure at what you saw. You watched yourself as you raised each breast in turn and dabbed beneath its lower curve, then you opened your legs and tenderly dried your bush and cunt.

There was no bathrobe so you wrapped the towel around you and stepped out into the bedroom. As you did so, there was a knock on the connecting door and, without waiting for your answer, the door opened and Jules, already dressed in her costume, entered the room accompanied by another slightly older woman. 

'Ah, good, you're ready to get dressed,' the older woman said and then she introduced herself. 'My name is Marianne and I am your hostess. Welcome to Chilcott Manor. As this is your first visit here you will have no idea of what the weekend holds in store for you.'

'Let me just say that the purpose of the weekend is pleasure. Jules has proposed that you should join us because she thinks that you would be excellent as a guest but it is essential that you are able to approach the weekend with an open mind. Once you leave this room you must do everything that is required of you without demur. If you don't think that you can accept that, then you are free to leave now. We will arrange for you to be driven home and no more will be said of it.'

Marianne looked at you intently.

'Do you wish to stay?'

'Can I ask something?' you said in reply.

'Of course, my dear, ask. I will answer if I can.'

'Will this pleasure involve sex? Am I going to be fucked?' You surprised yourself with the bluntness of your question.

'Oh yes, my dear, you can safely assume that. Your beautiful body is going to be very thoroughly used. Does that make you have second thoughts?'

'No,' you replied but you felt far from convinced by your answer.

'Good,' Marianne continued in a very matter of fact way. 'The first thing you are to do is to take off that towel. I want to see you naked.'

You let the towel fall to the ground but your hands almost automatically went to cover your body.

'Put your hands down by your sides,' instructed Marianne. 'Yes, you were right,' she said, turning to Jules. 'She has a delightful body. I think we are in for an interesting evening.'

Marianne moved behind you and ran her hands down over your body, from your shoulders to your behind. Then she turned you round so that you were facing her. She brushed her hands over your breasts and took both of your nipples between her fingers, pulling on them so that they became hard. You felt awkward about this unknown woman's close attention to your body.

You felt even more awkward as her hand descended over your stomach and passed across your bush.

'Open your legs,' she said firmly. You hesitated. 'Do it now, please, if you will. I've told you the rules.'

You moved your feet apart. Marianne's fingers ran down over your little lips and gently opened them. One of her fingers slid inside you, making you gasp.

'Good, you're wet already, that's very good. I think you've chosen excellently, Jules, especially for your first introduction here. She is going to be very popular.' She turned to you and told you to turn round and bend over at the waist. Jules took hold of your buttocks and parted them. A finger, fortunately lubed, suddenly tried to penetrate your anal opening, causing you to gasp loudly.

'She's far too tight,' she said. 'I take it you've never been used there.' You shook your head.

She told you to stand up again.

'I will leave Jules to get you dressed and ready, and I will see you for dinner at seven thirty.'

With that, she turned and left the room.

You looked towards the bed and saw that your day clothes had vanished. Laid out on the bed, in their place, were the clothes you had seen in the wardrobe. Jules began to explain the clothing to you, helping you into each piece as she showed it to you. First came a pair of panties. Jules told you that panties were not normally worn at the Manor but they were for the initiation ceremony. There was no bra, so a pair of white silk thigh-highs completed the underwear.

The top half of the body was covered by a band of a semi-transparent material, through which, in the absence of a bra, the dark surrounds of your nipples could be made out. If they became aroused, they would show prominently. The garment buttoned at the back, leaving a clear expanse of the soft material across the breasts.

The next layer was a petticoat of black taffeta but it hid a secret. While it appeared to be solid material it was, in fact, made of a number of separate overlapping panels. 

Finally came the velvet gown, for the word 'dress' could not begin to describe the splendour of the garment. It had a neckline that plunged beneath the breasts so that, without the white top, they would be totally exposed. The back, too, plunged, leaving the buttons of the top readily accessible. By undoing just one or two buttons, hands could gain free access from the rear to fondle your breasts. Like the petticoat, the gown was made of separate panels that could be spread apart to give ready access to the body beneath. 

When you were dressed, Jules sat you on the stool in front of the dressing table, brushed your hair, and applied makeup to your face before slipping a simple pair of soft flat shoes on your feet.

*****

Just before 7.30 Jules led you down the corridor to the Great Hall, where dinner was to be served. The tables were set out in the shape of the letter 'I'; a long table down the centre with two shorter tables across each end.

The end tables each seated three people. You were to occupy the right-hand seat at one of the ends. The left-hand seat was for Jules, as your sponsor; the centre place was taken by Marianne, as the hostess. The arrangement at the far end was similar, except that the occupants were all men. 

The long central table had men on the left, nine of them, and an equal number of women on the right. 

The women were all dressed in gowns similar to those worn by you and Jules, differing only in their colour. Like you, none of the women wore anything under their white tops and in many cases their nipples were clearly visible through the material.

The men wore capes over black shirts and trousers. The capes had hoods that covered their heads and masks across their eyes. If any of the men were known to you, you would have no idea of it. Was I among them? You would never know if I was and which I was. Instead of the normal zip fly in the front, the trousers had a flap across the front that was fastened by two buttons. Releasing them would reveal the man's sex.

The meal seemed to go on for an age. It seemed even longer to you because of your anticipation of what was to happen later. Finally, it was announced that coffee was to be served in the Library and the assembled company rose and made their way down the corridor.

The Library was a comfortable room. Above the entrance door was a gallery and at the opposite end of the room was an enormous fireplace with one single massive log burning away in the grate. The side walls were lined with book cases. Scattered about the room were armchairs, a couple of couches and various other chairs. Beside the door was a sideboard from which drinks and coffee were available.

The focus of the room tonight, though, was a raised dais in front of the fireplace on which stood an upholstered divan. What differentiated it from a routine piece of household furniture were the metal rings that were attached to it at key points. What could not readily be seen, but was to become obvious later, was that the divan was mounted on a turntable so that it could be rotated to give the spectating guests the best view of the activities taking place upon it. 

You entered the Library after most of the other guests in the company of Jules and Marianne. They led you immediately onto the dais at the far end of the room, where another girl was already standing. They placed you with this girl to your left and Jules to your right. Marianne took her place at the front of the dais.

'Ladies and gentlemen,' she announced, 'tonight, for your pleasure, we have Carole.' To an appreciative murmur from the guests, she bowed her head and withdrew to the side of the room. A spotlight shone on you, making it difficult for you to see what was happening in the room, but you had already seen that most of the chairs had been turned towards the dais and all were occupied. It was clear that there was to be a sizeable audience for whatever you were about to experience.

The girl to your left moved behind you and began to undo the buttons down the back of your blouse-like top. Once she had completed that task she pulled the top away from you. Your breasts were now completely free and visible to everyone in the room. Another murmur of appreciation passed round the room. You felt your nipples harden as a frisson of excitement passed through your body, driven by the realisation that you were soon going to be completely naked in front of the room.

It took both Jules and the other girl, whose name you were later to discover was Erin, to undo the fastenings of your gown. That done, the garment slipped to the floor and you stepped out of it. Erin picked it up and laid it on a table to one side. Slowly, teasingly, they repeated the procedure with your petticoat. You could sense the excitement and tension rising in the room.

Free of the petticoat at last, you stood before the audience wearing only your panties. You wondered how much could be seen through those panties under the effect of the spotlight. A man carrying a small box came towards you from the audience. He moved behind you; he must have placed the box down because you felt both of his hands on your hips. He took hold of your panties and slowly, carefully slid them down your thighs. Erin then kneeled and helped to remove them completely. 

The man moved to the side of you, careful not to block the view of your fully naked body from the audience. He ran his hands over your breasts and noted the nipples becoming very hard. He took them in his fingers and tugged on them. You responded with a little gasp and his exposed mouth gave a little smile. He leaned over and kissed each nipple in turn. You had never known them to be so hard.

The man's hand ran down your body. 'Open your legs,' he required of you. 'Our guests deserve to see you properly.' You obeyed his instructions. 

His hands touched your bush and his fingers parted your swollen lower lips, just as Marianne's had done earlier. Like her, too, he slipped a finger inside you and discovered your wetness.

'Gentlemen,' he said to the audience, 'I am delighted to tell you that Carole is very ready for the evening's entertainment. Shall we begin?'

The two girls each took you by an arm and steadied you as they propelled you backwards towards the divan, which had been lined up end-on towards the audience. You felt the end of the divan on the backs of your knees. You were made to sit on the edge of it and then the two girls pressed on your shoulders to make you lie back on it. 

From pockets in their gowns each of the girls took a cuff and placed them on your ankles before clipping them to rings in each corner of the divan. Your legs were now spread obscenely wide and the most secret parts of your body on complete display. Several members of the audience leaned forward in their chairs to get a better view as the spotlight focused between your legs. You felt you were very open down there and wondered how much they could see.

The man on the dais retrieved the box and opened it. From within it he drew out a large dildo. The lube with which it had been covered glistened under the lights. Standing beside you, the man leaned over between your legs and placed the dildo at your ready cunt. He pushed and, despite its size, it slid effortlessly into you. Both you and the audience gasped simultaneously as you were stretched wide open.

The man turned to you and whispered: 'Take hold of it and fuck yourself. Make yourself cum for them.' 

You did as you were told. You were so wet and so totally aroused that the dildo met no resistance whatever. How long did they expect you to keep this up, you wondered? You didn't think you could possibly last very long before you came. Your wetness and the lube on the dildo resulting in a liquid noise from within you as you worked it in and out. The room fell silent as people listened to the erotic sound. 

Several of them men had to adjust their trousers as they became erect. One of two of them instructed the women accompanying them to open their trousers and take their cocks in their mouths. The combined effect of the display on the dais and the ministrations of the woman's lips, mouth and tongue proved too much for one of them and he came explosively and loudly. 

That, in turn, caused you to have a shattering orgasm. Your back, you were told later, arched high in the air and your whole body shuddered uncontrollably as you screamed out loud. A round of applause echoed round the room as you collapsed back onto the divan. 

The man felt between your legs and removed the dildo, which was still fully inserted within you, and then displayed it to the room. Meanwhile, Jules and Erin released your ankle cuffs in preparation for what was to happen next.

Erin moved behind your head and held your shoulders. The next thing you knew was that the divan was being turned so that it was side on to the audience. Another of the men then approached you and stood at your feet. He signalled to Erin who bent down and whispered in your ear.

'Put your hands behind your knees and draw your legs up as far as you can.'

You obeyed, and were able to bring them up until your knees touched your breasts. Erin then reached forwards and placed her hands on the inside of your knees and pushed outwards, spreading your legs far apart. Your bottom curved deliciously off the divan so that your cunt and the crack of your behind were openly visible to the stranger. It made you feel incredibly exposed, as naked as you could possibly be.

The man nodded to Jules, who was standing to one side. She came forward and released the buttons on the front of the man's trousers. Opening the flap, she took his uncovered cock in her hands and stroked it until it was fully erect. Then the man moved forward between your legs and took you by the hips, pulling you forward until your lower body overhung the end of the divan. Jules took hold of his cock and rubbed it up and down your wet slit, using it to open your cunt lips and making it touch enticingly on your clit. Then she placed the head of the cock at the opening of your cunt. 

The man thrust once, with an unexpected suddenness, and his cock disappeared far into you. He drew it almost entirely out, with only your little lips keeping hold of it, and then he thrust again, hard, sinking it up to the hilt, so that his pubic hairs and yours merged between your legs. You let out a long moan as he struck so deeply into you. Erin, who had a full view of your opened cunt from her position behind you, whispered to you again.




Carole's New Friends Ch. 02



'Oh that is so incredibly beautiful, your body is so open, taking him so far up into you.' She bent over. kissing you fleetingly on the forehead and then on the lips, before pressing more firmly on the inside of your knees and opening you up still further.

Your mind could hardly believe that you were laying completely naked in front of an audience, your legs spread far apart, with an unknown man's cock penetrating the depths of your belly and soon to empty itself into your womb. Tomorrow you could pass this man in the street and you would have no idea that it was he who had thus taken advantage of you.

Could the man possibly have been Bob, Jules's husband? Had she introduced her own husband's cock into your body? Was she watching now as he thrust in and out of you with such obvious passion and delight?

The man ran his fingers around the base of his cock, feeling your cunt lips stretched openly around it. He began to caress your clit as he began thrusting faster and faster. The sensations began to overwhelm you and you began to thrust back at him, forcing him even deeper into you. And then, with a long, loud groan and a final full thrust, his cum flooded out into you as you erupted into another massive orgasm.

As soon as he was finished, another man stepped up to take his place. He was clearly a much younger man and you suspected that he was your counterpart, the male newcomer of the evening, who had sat at the far end of the room from you at dinner. Marianne had escorted him to the dais and it was she who opened his pants and placed his cock at the entrance to your cunt, and it was she who spoke to him in a low voice.

'Take her, fuck her, she's yours to use.'

He pushed into you but the excitement of the whole spectacle was too much for him and he came before he was even half way inside you. When he slipped out of you a few minutes later, you felt his sperm oozing out of you and running down between the cheeks of your behind. 

Now two men approached the dais. One moved between your legs, the flap of his pants already open, while the other moved to the top of the divan and, taking your head in his hands and turning your face towards him, offered his cock to your mouth. You opened your lips and he entered you, just as the other man forced his way into your cunt. The two of them began to fuck you mercilessly, each driven on by the sight of what the other was doing to you. It took only a few minutes before they both emptied themselves into you.

The next man wanted you on all fours and, taking hold of your hips, pulled you back onto him and sank himself into you. When he was done, you wanted to collapse, face down, onto the divan, but he had you turned over and he instructed the young woman who had accompanied him to the dais to kneel between your legs and bring you to a climax with her tongue and lips. 

You tried to avoid her caresses but you were held down by the man and forced to accept them while he kissed and sucked your nipples. 

Finally, drained and satiated, you fell back onto the divan. Jules and Erin brought cool, damp cloths to cleanse and cool your fevered body. Then, supporting you, they raised you to your feet and led you to the front of the dais, as if to take a bow. 

The room, once again, burst into applause but in your aching and exhausted state you scarcely heard it. Then, at last, the spotlight dimmed and Jules and Erin lead you away to a side room.