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Everyone Has Katie

By: TessMackenzie



Fiji was hot. Katie hadn't realized how hot it would be until she got off the plane in Nadi. The air was thick and sticky and still, and seemed to trickle into her clothes like syrup.

There were rice-paddies between the airport and the resort, and mountains in the distance. There were forests Peter said were full of mango trees. The hotel room had no glass in the windows, just insect screens and wooden shutters. There was a beach and palm trees and people to bring you drinks, and the wind rattled the palms outside, as a fitful breeze blew off the sea.

It was nice. Once Katie got used to the heat, it was nice. They sat on the beach and did nothing all day.

She spent three days enjoying it, enjoying being there, and then she looked at Peter's phone and everything fell apart.

He'd brought the phone, even though he was on holiday, and had been checking it fairly often for messages. He left it behind when he went to learn waterskiing, and Katie had started wondering if she'd missed anything important. She tried to check her own messages, but couldn't work out how to ring her own voicemail from a different phone from overseas, and somehow, while she was messing around, she ended up looking at Peter's email.

There were a lot of emails from Julie.

Katie didn't know Julie. She didn't remotely know Julie, and she remembered names fairly well. As far as she knew, Peter didn't have a friend called Julie, and didn't work with a Julie, but here Julie was, sending him dozens of messages.

Katie sat there, staring at the phone, wondering if she should look.

She was fairly sure she should. She was fairly sure she knew what those messages meant, and she couldn't quite believe Peter had been so stupid as to keep them, and not to delete them as soon as they arrived.

She hesitated a moment, then opened one at random. It was from a month ago and said Julie would see Peter there, and kiss kiss. That was pretty bad, Katie thought. You didn't get messages like that from people you hadn't mentioned to your partner unless there was something bad going on.

She opened several more. There wasn't anything completely incriminating, no dirty talk, nothing about how good the sex was last night, but she saw enough to worry her. Julie was around a lot, Peter was seeing her twice a week, or apologizing when he didn't, and seemed to be telling her when he'd had a bad day. Once he told Julie he'd try and get away and then sent a message to Katie to say he'd been late. Once he met Julie for a couple of minutes when he was out for dinner with Katie, and Katie thought she remembered that night, and Peter's long disappearance while they ate.

The restaurant message scared her more than the rest. Sneaking away to see someone for a few minutes, that meant you felt something strong for them.

She suddenly felt sick. She got up, ran through to the bathroom and leaned over the toilet for a few minutes, in case she threw up. She didn't, and went back to the phone.

She didn't know what to do. She wondered about putting the phone back and pretending she hadn't seen anything, but that was a bit spineless.

She tried to work out what she'd done wrong. They'd been together for six years, but as far as she knew they weren't drifting apart. They still talked, and did things together, and had sex what seemed a normal amount. They still kissed each other hello and goodbye every time one of them went anywhere. Katie had thought they were a good couple, with a good relationship, but apparently Peter didn't think so.

She decided she needed a drink. She took the phone. She wanted to finish reading, to see everything there was, but first she needed a drink.

There was a bar and restaurant in the middle of the resort complex, near the swimming pools and offices. She didn't bother with shoes, just took the phone and the room key and went towards the bar.

She passed a gardener with a wheelbarrow who said bula, which was what they said here, and she said hi back. Apparently you could be normal while your world came apart.

She got a drink, ordered one of the fruit and sugar cocktails the bar pushed on everyone, then changed her mind and told them to bring her straight vodka too. She drank the vodka and sipped the fruity thing as a chaser read through the rest of the messages. She didn't find anything that told her any more.

She didn't know what to do now.

There were a few other people around. Most of them couples, a lot of them older. The younger people at the resort seemed to stay up all night, and were probably still in bed.

There was one guy on his own, sitting at a table, sipping beer from a bottle and reading a book. He was kind of cute, in a scruffy way.

Katie watched him for a while. He didn't notice, was concentrating on his book.

He had good shoulders, she noticed, which she'd always liked.

She tried to pretend she didn't know why she was noticing that, but she knew. She knew exactly why.

He was the youngest guy in the bar, the only one her age, and she pretended not to know why she noticed that, either.

After a moment she got up and walked over and said, "Hi."

He looked up at her.

"I think my boyfriend's cheating on me," Katie said. "I don't know what to do."

He just sat there, and didn't say a thing.

"Yeah," she said. "Fair enough. Sorry. I shouldn't have..."

She didn't know why she'd bothered, or why a complete stranger would care. She felt awful. She felt rejected. Peter wanted Julie, and men in bars wouldn't even talk to Katie.

"Hey," the guy said, as Katie turned away, "Wait. Hold on."

Katie stopped.

"Sorry," he said. He put down his book. "Sorry, I was just... didn't know what to say. It was a bit out the blue. Sit down."

Katie sat.

"That's awful," he said. "Are you okay?"

"Not at all."

"Do you want to talk?"

"Not really. And you don't want to hear. I just wanted some company."

"Nah," he said. "Tell me. It might do some good."

So she did. That she wasn't sure, but really she was. That she didn't know if it was her fault. That she didn't know what to do now.

He was Mark. He didn't know what to do either, but he was sympathetic, and that was really all she needed.

Then Peter turned up. He'd found the room empty and come looking for Katie for lunch.

"Fuck off," Katie said, and pushed the phone towards him.

He didn't understand. He just looked annoyed. He looked at Mark and said, "Who's this?" and Mark stood up and said, "I should probably go..."

Katie grabbed Mark's arm. "Stay."

"Katie," Peter said.

"Look," Katie said to Peter, pushing the phone closer. "Just fucking look."

Then he did, saw the open messages, and said, "Katie, I didn't mean..."

"Just fuck off," she said.

"Listen," he said. "Just for a moment."

"Fuck off," Katie said. "Go away. I'll come back in a bit. Or I won't. But I don't want to see you right now."

"It isn't what you think."

Katie stopped and thought about that and didn't know why he'd even say that.

"Did you fuck her?" she said.

Peter didn't answer.

"Did you?"

After a minute, "Yes."

"More than once?"

Another pause, then, "Yes."

"So fuck off and leave me alone."

Peter looked at Katie, then at Mark, uncomfortable and looking away, then nodded and picked up his phone and left.

Katie sat back down and tried to decide whether to cry.

"Hey," Mark said, and touched her arm. "It'll be okay."

"It won't really."

He nodded. "I know."

"I think I want to have sex with someone else," Katie said. "I want to as well."

"Payback's good," Mark said. "That could work."

"Yeah," Katie said. "I think I want to. Like right now."

"Ah," Mark said.

"With anyone nearby," Katie said. "Any guy who happens along."

He was smiling a bit. "Right."

She looked at him. "Well?"

He didn't answer for a moment.

"It doesn't have to be very good sex," she said. "In fact it doesn't have to be good at all. Utterly crap is fine."

"Yeah..." he said. "I don't know if I want to get in the middle of this."

"I want you to."

He thought.

"Take me back to your room," she said. "And decide there."

He still didn't seem sure.

"Fuck," Katie said. "I don't really care if we do or not, but I want Peter to think I did. I just want to disappear with you for a couple of hours, okay?"

"Yeah," Mark said. "All right."

Katie stood up.

Mark looked at her for a while, then shrugged. "Okay."

"You're really hard to hit on, you know that?" she said. "Where's you room?"

He picked up his book and pointed.

*

It was awkward, but it wasn't. They went to Mark's room, and he was quiet as they walked, like he wasn't sure what to say. He led Katie inside, closed the blinds and locked the door, and then stood there and looked at her.

That seemed to her like they were having sex, even though he hadn't actually said he would for sure.

It was a warm day. She felt hot, and a bit sticky. "Can I have a shower?" she said. "Do you mind?"

He nodded, and showed her the bathroom. She undressed and got in the shower, and it was strange, just utterly strange, to be doing this so calmly, getting clean for someone else who wasn't Peter after all this time. She rinsed her hair, because it got sticky in a few hours in this heat, and borrowed Mark's razor and shaved everything, just in case she'd got scratchy since last night.

She turned off the water and wrapped herself in a towel and went back out to the main room.

"I might just jump in too," Mark said.

Katie nodded, and sat on the bed, and he went into the bathroom and closed the door.

He was quick. Quicker than Katie had been. He came back out with a towel around his waist, and he had a smooth chest, which Katie had always liked.

She'd never managed to get Peter to wax, after years of asking, and that always seemed a little unfair to her when she shaved everything below her earlobes for him, pretty much every day.

Mark sat on the bed beside her. Just sat, not too close, and looked at her.

"We don't have to," he said. "If you changed your mind."

"No," Katie said. "I haven't. I was just thinking."

"That's what I meant."

"I still want to."

"You don't have to do this, just to prove something to him."

"I kind of do."

They sat there a little longer.

"Yeah," Mark said, after a few minutes, "Do you want a drink or something?"

Katie kissed him.

He jumped, then kissed back. She closed her eyes, and opened her mouth, and felt his lips all soft and spread against hers, and the faintest scratch of stubble on his cheek.

She hadn't kissed anyone else in six years, and right now she couldn't think why she'd bothered being faithful. Kissing was good. Kissing was wonderful. This, a stranger's mouth on hers, was everything she wanted, and she should have been doing this all along, like Peter had been.

She put her hand on Mark's chest, just rested it there, on hard smooth skin. She put her other hand on his forearm, and thought about everything she'd been missing by only sleeping with Peter.

Mark kissed her neck, and she shivered, and decided there wasn't any reason to wait. She tugged his towel loose, unwrapped him, and reached down.

His cock was hard, and shaved, and pushing up towards her. She looked at it and got wet.

Until then, as far as she'd thought about it, she had really only planned to lie there and be fucked. Basically. She hadn't really wanted sex, she wasn't horny, she'd just wanted someone inside her, to pay Peter back.

Now she wanted sex.

She held his cock. She looked down, looked at it, and felt the hardness of him in her hands. She pushed her face against his neck, and breathed in his smell. She started moving her hands, slowly, wanking him, and he breathed harder, into her hair.

It had been so long since she'd been with someone new she'd almost forgotten what to do. After a while she undid her own towel, and pulled it off, and kept kissing.

He tipped her backwards, onto the bed, and slid around a bit. Moving meant she had to let go of his cock, and she really didn't want to do that. He started bending down, pushing her backwards, was obviously about to start giving her head, and she wanted it, wanted it desperately, was hot and aching for him, but she also didn't want to give up this new cock she'd just found. Normally she hated sixty-nining. Normally she got distracted giving, and couldn't concentrate on receiving, but suddenly she didn't want to take it turn and turn about.

Today couldn't wait her turn.

"Turn around," she said, tugging at him. "Up here."

He grinned at her, like he completely got her urgency.

"I want you in my mouth too," she said.

He kissed her some more, all turned on by that, and was leaning over her to reach, so she took her chance to slide sideways and try and get him in her mouth.

"Hey," he said. "Don't you want to be on top?"

"Nope," she said. "Hurry up. Come here."

He grinned, and got on top of her, his knees on either side of her head. She grabbed his cock as it went past her face, pulled it against her lips, and sucked him into her mouth. He groaned suddenly, and pushed down against her, and with that little groan it felt like some of the hurt from Peter went away. She liked it underneath, she decided. Mark was over her, all around her, enclosing her. She felt safe, surrounded by man. And he tasted good. He tasted like man. He slid into her mouth, pushing on her lips, hot against her tongue. She held onto him, pulling him down against herself, sucking, accidently getting in the way of his effort to reach her. She'd forgotten what it was like to do this with someone new, to feel a strange cock inside you, a strange body against yours, strange hands on your skin.

Then he licked her, and Katie couldn't quite think of anything but his mouth. She was wet and hot and aching, and his tongue pushed past her and inside her and teased her until she wanted to wrap her legs around his head and scream. She sucked him harder, and pushed up with her hips against his mouth, and tried to grab his head and hold it down against herself.

She wasn't sure how long they gave each other head. She felt dizzy with excitement at actually doing this again after so long. She felt dizzy with how good it was.

After a while she realized Mark was pulling away from her, saying, "Wait," and, "Hold on," while he tried reach down beside the bed.

He got a condom, and rolled it on. Katie sat up and watched him and wanted to giggle, for some reason. She wanted this. She wanted the newness and strangeness and the awkwardness of putting condoms on with people you didn't really know, over and over.

He tipped her backwards, and climbed on top of her, and she lay here and looked up at his face as he slid into her. His eyes were closed, and lips were pressed together, and his cock was hard and hot and new as it went into her. It was good. It was achingly, extraordinary good. He was big. Bigger than Peter. He filled her and spread her, and she pushed up against him and licked his ear and breathed in the smell of him as he started to fuck her.

She was almost angry. Angry at herself, at her stupidity in staying faithful to Peter for so long, when she could have been doing this, having new men inside her, feeling what she did right now, all that time.

"Stop," he said, looking at her.

"What?"

"Whatever you're thinking about. Stop. He doesn't matter."

Katie started to grin.

"Enjoy this," he said. "Stop worrying."

"Yeah," she said. "Okay."

He grinned and kissed her, and went back to fucking her.

"Don't hurry," she said. "Not if you don't want to."

"Okay."

"But do if you want to do that."

He grinned some more.

He got her to try different things. It had been years since she'd had sex for fun like this. Since she'd tried something just to see if she liked it, without everyone assuming they already knew she did. She tried on top and quite liked it. She tried sitting on the table and liked that more. She tried from behind, because Mark said he wanted to look at her ass, and even though normally she didn't like that because it was impersonal and usually went uncomfortably deep, with Mark seemed fine. So maybe she was more turned on than usual, or maybe he was just better at doing whatever he was doing. He kept swapping between giving her head and fucking her, and she was fairly sure he was doing it to make himself last longer. "Thank you," she said, and he grinned.

She wasn't close to coming yet, but she didn't think he'd been trying very hard to get her there, that it was still just having fun. She was a bit surprised when he suddenly closed his eyes and sort of groaned and said, "Oh shit."

He came. A guy who wasn't Peter came inside her for the first time in six years. She kissed his face and stroked his back and tried to pull him deeper inside herself. She realized she wasn't that disappointed. It had been fun.

"Don't worry," she said, "It's fine. We can stop."

"What?" he said, and looked genuinely surprised, then he grinned and shook his head and started going down on her.

"Don't be dense," he said. "Shit."

"Oh," she said, and wanted to giggle again.

Afterwards, sticky, she got back in the shower, and when she came out he gave her a beer and said, "Feeling better?"

"Yeah," she said. "Because of you."

"No problem"

"Thank you," Katie said. "Really."

"Nah, I didn't do anything."

"You did. You have no idea."

A silence.

"I should get back," Katie said, thinking. "I should go and have this out with Peter."

"You can stay if you want."

"I'd better go."

"Okay," he said, and leaned over and kissed her.

"How long are you around?" Katie said.

"All week."

She hesitated. "Can I see you again?"

"Of course. Just come back. I'll be around."

"You don't mind? With what's going on?"

"Come back. It'll be fine."

"I might," she said, looking at him. She decided to be honest. "I will."

"Do."

She kissed him, kissed him hard and deep so he'd know she would miss him, and went back to Peter.

She didn't know what she was going to do, or what she'd done fixed anything, but she was glad she'd done this. It was better, she felt better, because she had.

*

Katie went back to her room, and sat in a wicker chair, hugging her knees, her legs folded up in front of her. She felt sweaty already, from walking, and she didn't know what she wanted to do next.

"I fucked Mark," she said.

Peter looked at her and didn't say anything. He seemed resigned, like he'd been waiting here for hours, waiting for her to reappear and announce something like that.

"You don't really get to make a fuss at this point," she said. "Do you?"

"I'm not."

"Good."

"Do you feel better? Can we talk about this now?"

"Not a chance."

He didn't seem to know what to say to that.

"I'm going to fuck someone else," she said. "I'm not done yet."

"Please don't."

"Maybe more than one someone."

"Katie..."

"Fuck you," she said. "You don't get to ask that of me any more."

"Ask what?"

"Ask me not to sleep with other people. I did, for you, for six years, and it was a waste. I'm not doing that any more."

He didn't answer.

"I'm making up for what you did," she said. "That's all there is to it."

"Please don't," he said.

"How many times did you fuck Julie?" Katie said.

"I don't know."

"So a lot. So many you lost count?"

He didn't answer.

"Well I'm going to have that much sex too," Katie said. "Lots of sex, as much as you had. Lots of sex, and maybe with lots of different people."

"I can't talk you out of this?"

"I don't think so. Not if you want to stay with me."

He nodded, and looked out the open windows to the sea. "I'm sorry," he said. "I really am."

"You cheat on me again and we're done," Katie said. "Obviously."

"I know."


Everyone Has Katie, Again



For Katie, life was dull. Six months ago she'd spend a week in Fiji, found out her partner was cheating, and started an orgy in a swimming pool. She'd had sex with seven men in one night, and had never felt so complete, but since then, her life had been dull.

After the holiday, she'd gone home, planning to work things out with her partner Peter. She actually had, as far as you could after an affair. She still didn't trust him, and she still didn't want him, and that distrust made no sense to her. In Fiji, she'd had sex with seven men she didn't know, and hadn't cared where they'd been or who they'd been with, but the idea of Peter inside Julie, of them kissing or touching each other, that made her feel sick. She'd blown four strangers in a row, had four strangers semen in her mouth, but thinking of Peter in Julie's mouth filled her with so much rage she trembled and shook and then wanted to cry.

What she'd done should have made everything all right, but it hadn't. It had just made the rest of her life empty compared to that one night. She'd worked things out with Peter. They were still together, and friends again, but there was nothing else. No passion, and no sex. She'd told him what she'd done, and he'd listened, and then he didn't want to touch her any more. Like she, rather than him, was dirty. She hadn't got laid in months, not since the orgy, and she didn't really care. Beside that night, beside all those men and all those cocks, the idea of normal sex was nothing. It almost bored her.

She thought she was happy. She thought she'd made up with Peter and life was calm and now she had what she wanted.

Then Mark, a guy she'd slept with in Fiji, a guy who'd been a friend and been there for the orgy, suddenly called her, and she realized she wasn't happy at all.

*

Katie was in court when her phone rang. The case had finished. She was the second chair, had been standing politely while the lead talked to the client. She excused herself and answered, and heard, "Katie it's me."

For a long moment she had no idea who it was, none at all. She was a tax lawyer, she didn't have stoned clients who called worried about their cases while high.

"Sorry," she said. "I'm not sure..."

"Katie, it's Mark. From Fiji."

"Oh," Katie said, and went quiet. She was wet. She was standing in a courtroom with one of her firm's partners arms length away, and she was suddenly wet.

"Are you there?" Mark said.

"Hold on," she said, starting to walk. "I'm in court. I'm just leaving."

"Are you in some kind of trouble."

Katie didn't quite understand, then, "I'm a lawyer. I never said that, did I?"

"You?" Mark seemed to decide not to say anything else.

"Yeah. Hold on, let me get outside."

Katie went down the corridor a little. She stood near a window, holding her briefcase. Courthouses were actually fairly dangerous places, since they were full of criminals. Bags and phones were stolen fairly often.

She stood where she was for a moment and watched her life, the everyday normal life she thought she had, walk past. She listened to Mark breathing and thought about him, and how different those few days had been.

She had no idea what to say to him, or even what he wanted. In the end, she just said, "What's up?"

"I'm in town. Could I see you?"

"I haven't talked to you," Katie said. "Not since Fiji."

"I know. I thought I should leave you alone."

"You never contacted me."

"I know. I'm sorry. I thought..." After a moment. "You never called me."

"Yeah," Katie said. "I didn't."

I didn't know if we..."

A silence.

"Maybe this is a bad idea," Katie said.

"It's not," Mark said. "Please, Katie. Come and see me."

She stood there for a moment, and tried to decide. She wanted him. She was horny, was breathless, and hadn't been like that in months.

Of course she was going to see him. She didn't know why she was pretending. She was going to see him, and fuck him and she didn't even care that this time it was actually cheating. Not like last time, when she'd just been paying Peter back.

"Where are you?" she said.

Mark told her, a hotel, a room number. Katie went back inside and told her lead she had a client having hysterics. She rung the office and said she had meetings all afternoon, and would be away from her desk, and then she went and saw Mark.

*

Mark opened the door. Katie pushed her way in, past him, and kissed him. She kissed him, her mouth open against his, and started tugging at her clothes. She hadn't planned it, didn't even realized she was going to before she saw him, then suddenly she was grinding herself against him, moaning into his mouth, trying to get undressed.

The hotel room door was still slowly swinging closed.

Mark was still, seemed startled, then he kissed her back. Kissed her, and pushed her so she crashed into the wall with a thud, and started grinding his leg between hers until she couldn't think.

Katie was in a suit. It wasn't easy to get off. Mark yanked her shirt out her pants, and unbuttoned it, and tugged her bra down off her tits. He kept kissing her.

Katie tried to help, but got all tangled in her jacket. It wouldn't come off her arms, and her arms wouldn't bend, and she was suddenly trapped inside it. She yanked at her trousers, but only got them halfway down to her knees before she realized she hadn't undone the fly all the way and they were stuck too. Mark had his hand between her legs and his tongue in her mouth and Katie was moaning, desperately, "I can't wait, fuck me. Just fuck me."

He was trying, but he couldn't get her trousers down either, and she couldn't free her arms, and she was shaking with how much she suddenly wanted him, which made dealing with the zipper harder. She wanted to scream. She felt like she was about to start crying with frustration, at him not being inside her.

She tried to kick one leg free of her trousers, to pull it off past her shoe, but she lost her balance and fell over instead. She toppled sideways and fell and landed with a thump that actually hurt. Mark fell with her, unbalanced enough she knocked him down, and then they were tangled on the floor, legs around each other, and Katie's arms were still trapped, so all she could do was push herself against him and kiss and beg, "Fuck me, just fuck me, please."

He turned her over, in the end. Flipped her over, and grabbed her hips and yanked, hard so she came up off the floor. Her face was on the carpet, her shoulders and knees too, but he lifted her ass up enough he could reach between her legs. He started fumbling around with his own trousers, and she could feel his hands shaking too, close against her skin, and she was still saying, "Please fuck me."

He got himself out, and pushed onto her, and missed. Two false jabs that slid past, and then he was in, hard and deep and far inside her, so she opened her mouth, and gasped, and tasted carpet, and turned her face so she was lying on her cheek, and ached with half of herself for him even as he raced in and filled her. She was so wet he just slid up inside her, and so ready she shivered with how unspeakably good he felt.

Katie was still mumbling, "Please," and Mark was trying to fuck her, to get up and balanced so he could, and she was lurching back against him so urgently she actually knocked him over, but it was enough. Anything inside her was enough.

She lay on a dirty carpet in a forgettable hotel and was fucked like she never had been before. He held her hip, and was tugging her arm, trying to get it free, she thought, and trying to reach her face to kiss her, and she was gasping, urgently, "Don't come, don't come," and knew he was going to. She just knew.

He lasted ten thrusts, maybe twelve. He groaned, and went limp on her back, and twitched deep inside her, and she realized he didn't have a condom, hadn't had a chance to get a condom, and she could feel him hot and sticky inside her, filling her, and she didn't care.

"Get me there," she said. "Oh please, fucking get me there."

He kept going. His cock was hard inside her still, but the rest of him was limp, slumped on her like he might faint, but he kept going.

She came, and came so hard she felt like she was bending double, broken at the waist, was turned inside out from her tummy. It shivered out through her, and she couldn't think or breathe, and she just lay there, shaking, inside and out.

"Thank you," she said.

Mark had fallen onto her back when he came. He'd ended up with his mouth near her face.

"Fuck I missed you," he said. "You have no fucking idea."

"I do," she said. "I really do."

"I've been empty," he said. "Since I last saw you."

"I know," she said. "Me too."

He kissed her shoulder, through her shirt, stroked her hip and then her ass, and then he suddenly yanked her up again, so fast her knees hurt, like carpet burn, and was pushing himself at her again. He pushed into her again, filled her again, and she wanted to sob he felt so good.

"Help me get untangled," she said after a while, but he wasn't listening. She lay with her cheek on the carpet and her arms trapped behind her back, and he fucked her like he'd die without it. She felt it too. People walked past in the hall and she didn't care if they heard her moaning. Mark was hurting her, twisting her wrists too hard, and she didn't care about that either. She came again, and breathed in carpet, and didn't realize until she'd finished she was lying there with her mouth open tasting something odd.

Mark kept going for a minute, but little more. She flopped down on her front and panted for air. Their legs were tangled in their clothes, and her arms were still jammed between their bodies, and she could still taste carpet dust, a little unpleasant on her tongue.

"Can we get on the bed?" she said, after a while.

He rolled off her, and lay beside her, and kept breathing hard. She managed to sit up.

She looked over, grinning, and saw his cock. It was still hard, shiny with her. She looked at it, then crawled over and put her mouth onto it.

She'd lived for that cock, and all those like it, in Fiji.

She sucked the taste of herself off him, and the salt of him out of him, and did it without her hands for the first little while, while she yanked them free. She was dripping on her suit pants. She kicked them off, finally, got her arms free of her jacket, while she sucked on him. She left her shirt on, didn't have time for it.

She turned around and she sat on Mark's cock, and it felt so good she almost fainted. It took her four minutes to come that time, and then Mark lifted her off, said, "Wait, you'll kill us," and slid back across the floor.

She sat on the floor, leaning on the bed, and she realized she could reach the minibar fridge from where she was. She leaned over and opened it, got two bottles of water, and rolled one over to Mark.

She drank, and spilled some, and wondered what had just happened to her.

Mark was looking at her. "Shit," he said. "You are a lawyer."

Katie grinned. She'd dropped her briefcase at the door, had all her cards in that, so she didn't bother offering him one. She sat there, panting, looked over at Mark.

"You never fucking phoned me, you shit," she said. "You never emailed."

"I didn't know if I should."

"You should. You really fucking should."

"You might have been trying to sort things out with the guy."

"Yeah," Katie said. "Not so much."

"You broke up?"

"Nope. Still with him. But it's... I don't know. We're still sorting through a lot of shit."

Mark looked at her.

"Yeah," she said. "This might not help."

"I wouldn't have thought so."

She grinned.

"We don't have sex though," she said. "Basically not at all."

"Because he cheated?"

"Yeah, that. And because I told him I got gangbanged and liked it. That too."

Mark nodded.

"I'm dirty," Katie said. "Apparently. Because all those men were inside me."

Mark looked at her for a while, then said, "I don't think so."

She grinned. "I know you don't. That's not the point."

"I missed you," he said.

She nodded, and sat there sipping water, trying to get her breath back.

"I didn't think we were going to ever see each other again," she said.

"I know."

"I mean, that was half of it. What I did. Go completely crazy because I never had to see you in a place like this, in real life, and get embarrassed."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"I'm a bit embarrassed."

"Don't be."

"That," she looked at the door. "What just happened, that doesn't help."

He grinned and her, "Don't be."

"So why are you here?"

"I missed you."

"You came to find me?"

"I'm here for work. But I organized it because I missed you."

Katie nodded. "Life's kind of complicated at the moment."

"The guy?"

"The guy I love, who I think I'm slowly breaking up with, yeah. And a job. I'm busy."

Mark nodded.

"Nothing's been the same since Fiji," Katie said.

"Me too."

She thought about that.

"I want you," he said.

Katie looked at her. "What?"

"I couldn't stop thinking about you."

She didn't know what to say.

"Did you think about me?" he said.

She didn't answer. She was still trying to work this out.

"Look," he said. "I'm sorry I came, and if you don't want to see me again..."

"Hey," she said. "No, I do. This is just a bit out the blue."

"I should have warned you."

"Probably."

She looked at him for a while, thinking.

"Want to go again?" he said.

"My mouth tastes of carpet."

"You've got fluff in your hair."

Katie grinned. They looked at each other.

"I don't know I should," she said. Sex is... very complicated at the moment."

"Like how?"

"Like I'm not interested, at all. Except right now, this second. Like I think about four or five guys and that's the only thing that turns me on. Except right now."

"Are you going to ask if I'm all right?"

"I wasn't."

Mark was looking a little upset.

"Sorry," Katie said. "Are you all right."

"Do you have to be so fucking tough about everything."

"Yeah."

Mark was looking at her.

"Fuck," Katie said. "Yes I do. I have a career. You've seen the kind of shit I apparently like to do for fun. I have to be very tough and very careful and I've never done anything like that before, and now you're here, back looking for me, and that scares me a little. I've only realized it could be a problem."

"It isn't. It won't be. I'm not here to make trouble."

Katie nodded, reached over and held his hand. "I'm just surprised. You've surprised me. Were you okay? Are you okay?"

He nodded.

"Sorry," Katie said. "I'm sorry. I'm not good with personal stuff at the moment. I'm still really hurt by Peter. Just tell me what you wanted."

"To see you."

"I can't be involved with you. I can't have a relationship. Everything's too complicated now. So if that's what you meant..."

"I meant sex."

"Yeah," Katie said. "Okay then. That's probably all right."

"I meant sex with a lot of people. You having sex with a lot of people."

Katie sat there and looked at him and thought really hard.

"You don't have to," he said.

"I know."

She kept thinking. About how empty she felt, and how much Peter had hurt her, and about that one thing, that one night, that made her feel wonderful.

"Yeah," she said. "All right. Maybe."

"You want to?"

"I want to. I don't know if I should."

*

Katie finished getting undressed, and went and hung up her clothes as best she could. She got her shoes off, and then lay down on the bed, and Mark kissed her, gently, quite tenderly, for quite a while.

He was still hard. Her elbow bumped into him. She looked at it, grinned. "Want to go again?"

"I've been thinking about you every day for six months," he said.

She looked at him.

"You in the pool. Sucking off those guys."

"You liked that?"

He nodded.

"You didn't mind?"

"Of course not."

"And you actually liked it?"

"I did."

She looked at him for a while, then said, "Want a blowjob?"

"Do you mind?"

She rolled over, and knelt beside him, and sucked him off, and this time, when he came, he finally went soft. She kept sucking, thinking of the night in the pool. She hadn't had semen in her mouth in six months, and she actually missed it. She liked the taste. Not on the back of her tongue, where it was bitter, but up the front, against her teeth, where it had a strange dry texture. She knelt there, and looked at him, and then said, "Do me?"

He nodded, like he wasn't in a hurry.

"Now?" she said, and slid herself a bit towards him.

He glanced down, like he didn't want to. She leaned over, and kissed him with semen still warm in her mouth, and he turned away slightly.

She suddenly understood. He didn't mind her after an orgy, but he didn't want the taste of himself on her when he gave her head.

"I just sucked myself off you," she said.

"I know," he said. "Sorry."

But he still didn't start.

She slid off the bed, and went into the bathroom and wiped herself, and came back out a bit annoyed.

"Better?" she said, and this time he ate her out like he had in Fiji, until she ached and panted and couldn't think.

He didn't get hard again, though, she noticed. That was a case for an orgy. It meant she wasn't dependent on the whims of one penis, and knowing she didn't have to be was oddly empowering.

When she was done, she lay on her back and looked at the ceiling and said, "There's maybe a couple of things we need to talk about."

He looked at her.

"It was different there. I was different. You too, you don't seem to be the same guy I met there, for some reason."

"I am."

"But I hardly know you. Just a few days there, and today."

Mark looked at her, waited. It was kind of painful.

"I'm just saying that what I wanted to do there and then might not be what I do here. At home. Near my work and partner."

"That doesn't matter."

"It does. I'm incredibly attracted to you. But we did spent a night fucking like ten different guys. That's a bit weird."

He shrugged.

"It really is."

"I don't know about you, Katie, but I've been thinking about all those cocks inside you for the last six months."

Katie hesitated a moment, then said, "Yeah, me too."

"And what do you mean I'm different."

"Yeah," Katie said, looking at her. "Not so much any more. You've just been kind of spineless until just now."

"Fuck you. I was embarrassed I'd interrupted you at work and worried about that. Spineless?"

"So why are you here?"

"Want to do it again?"

Katie looked at him, and opened her mouth to say no, and then couldn't make herself.

"I can't," she said. "I shouldn't."

"You want to?"

Katie kissed the top of his head and didn't answer. She sat there beside him, thinking. Mark reached for her breast, started squeezing it, until Katie caught his hand to stop him.

"This place," she said. "My life. It's dull and grey and boring."

"It doesn't have to be."

"Part of me wants it to be."

He looked at her like he didn't understand.

"You're something different," she said. "You're somewhere else. You're swimming pools full of beautiful people in the sun."

"We can go back."

She shook her head.

"We can do this here."

"I don't know if I should. That might change everything."

"You can if you want to."

"I want to," she said, and sighed. "But..."

"So decide," he said. "It's not hard. Do you want to find a room full of men and have an orgy?"

"Nope."

He looked at her for a while.

"Maybe," she said.

He seemed surprised.

"Yes," she said. "If you found me a room of men, right now, I would."

"Really?"

She shrugged. She was a bit embarrassed.

"What about one or two," he said.

"What, just go and find them and ask for a fourway?"

"We could try."

"And you'd all fuck me?"

He nodded.

She got wet. She got breathless. "Oh god yes," she said.




Everyone Has Katie, Again



Sometimes she didn't understand herself.

*

Later, they had sex, and Katie was bored. Like she had been every other time she thought about sex since Fiji, except an hour ago, in the doorway.

She didn't know what to do. It was like Fiji had broken her, had showed her what was possible so mere fucking was just dull.

She lay there, and thought, while Mark humped above her, then remembered her arms trapped in her jacket, her legs in her trousers.

She thought about Fiji and trying new things with Mark, and how good that had been.

"Have you got anything to tie me up with?" she said.

He stopped moving and looked at her.

"Just if you have," she said.

"New thing?"

"Kind of. Do you?"

He got off her, and went and looked in his suitcase. He came back with a tie.

She held out her wrists, not sure she should be doing this. She didn't know him, and she'd never really been into this kind of thing before. She held out her arms, and watched him start wrapping the tie around her wrists. Then said, "Hold on."

He unwrapped it again.

She rolled over. Lay on her front with her arms behind her back.

"You're sure?" he said. "You don't look that comfortable."

"Do it," she said.

She felt silk brush her skin, felt tugging on her arms.

"Done?" she said.

"Yep."

She tried to pull them apart, tried to wrench herself free. She couldn't. She was actually tied.

"That what you wanted?" he said.

"Perfect."

She lay there, her face on the bed, and thought about what she was doing. She wanted sex again, suddenly, so that was a start.

Tim wasn't touching her, didn't seem to have got off the bed. She turned her head, looked for him. He was sitting there looking at her.

"What?" she said.

"You," he said, in an odd voice. "You look..."

She looked at him.

"Glorious," he said. "Like in the pool."

"How's that?"

"I don't know."

He stroked her leg, stroked her ass. Moved some hair away from her face.

She watched him.

He ran his hand along her arm, to the tie on her wrists. Ran it down her back. Like he was measuring her, admiring her.

"I like it," he said.

She did too, she thought.

He pulled her to the edge of the bed, draped her there with her knees apart, on the floor. So he could reach, she realized. He knelt behind her and fucked her again.

He was hard inside her. He was fucking her a little roughly, so she was lifted up off the floor at each thrust. He held her hair, pushed her face into the bed, held her wrists, lifting them slightly, so she knew she was trapped.

It was good. It was very good. She was interested in sex again.

She felt herself start to come. He did too, and kept doing what he was. Watched her, she thought, while she humped him and the side of the bed and gasped.

He leaned close, while she was still breathless, panting.

"You liked that," he said.

"Yeah."

"You lying there like that, it's hot."

"Turn me around."

He was still holding her hair. He pulled it slightly, threatening.

"Hey," she said. "Fuck, ow."

He let go.

"Shit," she said. "What did you do that for?"

"Sorry, I thought..."

"Well fucking don't."

He'd gone still, like the mood was spoiled. "Sorry. You liked being tied up, so I thought..."

"I'd like being hurt as well?"

She felt him shrug.

"I don't. Don't do that, okay?"

"Okay."

"Just tied up is fine."

He was still behind her, but wasn't pushing into her, wasn't as horny.

"Turn me around," she said.

"Why?"

She sighed, and did it herself. Wriggled around, difficult with tied arms.

"Up," she said. "Stand up a bit."

He did. When his cock was at the level of her face, she leaned forward and opened her mouth.

"Oh," he said.

"Yeah," she said, her voice muffled.

She sucked on him, tasted herself. He groaned and held her shoulders and guided her a little.

It was harder, without her hands. She did it anyway. She was sitting against the side of the bed, like she had been earlier. Her arms trapped, like earlier. She realized she was horny again.

He came, and she sucked until he was done, then pushed herself up until she could flop back on the bed.

"Eat me," she said, and he did, and this time he didn't seem to care his cock had been inside her.

It was a bit awkward lying on her arms. She had to wriggle more to move, and couldn't grab his head to steer him. That made it more intense, she thought, when she did get there.

She rolled onto her side, still panting, and he undid her wrists.

"Shit," she said. "I never knew I liked that."

*

They ordered food from room service, so they didn't need to bother getting dressed. Katie phoned Peter and said she was working late.

It was easy, she thought, as he talked to him. He'd done this to her, and she'd never quite understood until now how easy it was. You sat there naked, your body still tingling with another person's touch, and you told your partner you were at work. And they believed you. And you fucked some more.

They didn't try and pick up men. Katie was interested in being tied up, now.

Mark found bathrobes in a cupboard, with cloth ties he could take off. He had a belt, another tie.

He tied her to the bed, on her back, arms and legs spread wide, so she couldn't move. She didn't like it. She felt equally helpless and stupid. It wasn't the same as the pool.

He stroked her tummy and the front of her legs, trying to tease her, but she just got irritated and told him not to tickle.

"Let me go," she said.

"Not yet," she said, and suddenly she was wet again.

"Hey," she said, "Fucking do it."

He untied her, and then she was bored.

She thought about that for a while About powerless and imagining powerlessness and what it might mean. She didn't tell Mark, didn't want to share it yet.

They went back to how she'd been, her wrists behind her, and that felt sexy and brave and dirty, somehow. Not just like being a bedspread.

He pulled a pillowcase off the bed, and folded it, and managed to make a blindfold, and she liked that.

She knelt in the middle of the floor, unable to see and hear, and he touched her, unexpectedly. Left her alone for a few minutes, then touched her lips or breasts or neck.

That she liked. She was having trouble working herself out.

*

After more sex, after Katie was getting sore and Mark had started coming in tiny dribbles, they lay there and rested.

He stroked her, and she lay and stared at the ceiling, and wondered what she was doing.

"Better than work?" Mark said.

"Yep."

"Better than twenty guys?"

Katie grinned. "I don't know."

"I know a guy," Mark said. "He could organize something for us. For you."

"You know a guy like that?"

"I do."

"Like a pimp?"

"Like a guy with some kinky friends."

"And he'd organize something for me."

"He would."

"What kind of something?"

"Men. As many as you want."

Katie lay there and thought about and couldn't believe she was tempted. There was doing things, and there was fantasy, and she was trying to make herself believe Fiji was a fantasy, not something she'd try again.

"I don't know," she said.

Mark sat up. "Here's my life. I'm twenty-eight. I go to work. I like my job, but its not interesting, you know. It's something you just do, all your life, until you're done. I go home."

"That's me, pretty much," Katie said.

"And then I met you..."

"And I fucked a bunch of guys in a swimming pool."

"And you fucked a bunch of guys in a swimming pool."

"And now you're not uninteresting?"

"Now I'm not. Because of you. I met you and now I can see how it ought to be. You're exciting. When you get the mood on. You do exactly what you want. You blow a pool full of men. You start orgies, for fuck's sake. I mean, who starts orgies."

Katie put up her hand. "Me."

"I want a little bit of that. I want to be with you, to see what you do. That's all."

Katie looked at him. "Just to watch?"

"Just to watch."

Katie lay a little longer. "Want to do something now?" she said after a while.

"I do, but can you?"

She grinned. "I can't fuck. I can do something, though."

"Like what?"

"Like anything remotely like it. But something we can do right now, tonight."

"Like find some men for you?"

She sat there. "It sounds awful."

"They won't mind. Is that what you meant?"

"Ah, basically."

"What kind of men."

"Hot," Katie said. "And waxed. That's all."

Mark grinned.

Later, they picked up a guy in the hotel bar and Katie knelt on the floor and sucked his cock. Mark sat in a chair and watched, and smiled at Katie as a stranger came in her mouth.

Like old times, she thought, and felt happy.

*

Mark left the next day, and said he'd miss Katie terribly. He phoned after two weeks. "Is this okay?" he said. "Me calling here?"

Katie was at her desk. She got up, closed her office door. "Sure."

"I wasn't sure if I should ring."

"Ring. Do. How have you been."

"Yeah, you know."

"Any problems with... organizing things?"

"None."

"So we're good?"

"We're good."

"We're going to do this?"

"I think we are."

"Oh," Katie said. "Shit."

*

Katie went home and said to Peter, "This is something I have to do."

"Something?"

"I'm going to be away for a couple of days. I need to sort some shit out."

"Sort some shit out?"

"Stop repeating what I say."

"Sorry." He stood there for a while. "Not work?"

"Not work, no."

"So the other."

She nodded.

"I thought we were past all this," he said.

"We're getting past it. We'll probably never be completely past it."

"And you're going away?"

"Not away," she said, wanting to be truthful. "I'm going to not be home for a few days."

"Doing what?"

"That doesn't matter."

He was looking at her, worried. "Is this like Fiji again? Are you going to do what you did there again?"

"I think so."

"Katie, please don't."

"I need to. I need to do it again."

"You can't."

"Peter, you're not listening, beloved. I need to."

He didn't answer.

She waited a while, then said. "I'm sorry. And I love you," and got her bag and left.

*

She met Mark at the airport and they kissed in the arrivals hall, kissed for a long time.

"It's good to see you," Mark said into Katie's mouth.

They went to a hotel room. There were eight men inside. They seemed clean, and pleasant enough, and not horrible people. Katie went around the room shaking hands, and wondered if she should kiss them or something, or stay aloof.

They showed her an adjoining room, with its own bathroom, where she could get ready. She was surprised, pleased they'd thought this through.

"Should I pay something towards the room?" she said, and they all shook their heads and smiled, like that was funny.

She supposed it was. She was here to fuck them, so they split the cost of the room and she got to stay for free. She could probably have dinner too, if she asked.

She went into the other room and took of her clothes, and had a shower. She decided to be naked, then changed her mind and put her undies back on. She had a drink of water. Then she had a pee, just in case. She put her shoes back on, as well as her underwear, to make her legs look long. Then she grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around herself, and decided she wanted to wear more, at least until they started.

She felt a little nervous. She didn't know why, since she wanted this, and they'd all already agreed to be here for her.

She decided to stop mucking around, and went back into the other room.

The men had all undressed too. Under their clothes, they were fairly good. A couple had abs, and one had pecs, the rest were not unpleasant to look at. None were hairy, she noticed, and decided Mark was paying attention. They were lined up along one wall, looking at her. Some had their hands kind of cupped over their cocks.

She was reluctant to take the towel off, and didn't know why. She was almost a reluctant to start, even though she was desperate for this. She wondered if she was savoring the anticipation.

Mark came over, naked too, and said, "Are you okay?"

She nodded. "Stay near, okay?"

"Of course."

She kissed him. Put her arms around him and kissed him and pressed against him and kissed him for a moment. Made it foreplay for the room.

He kissed her neck, and she looked around the room. The men all smiled at her. They wanted her.

They were oddly similar, naked. All their clothes were gone, all the hints to who they were. Just penises. For her.

She took the towel off and threw it on the bed.

Now they were all looking at her, at her legs and bare tits. At Mark's hands on her body, hers on his. She looked at the line. Some were hard. Some weren't. They were all watching.

Mark tried to push her underwear down, but she caught his hand and said, "Not yet."

He put his hand inside her undies and fingered her, though. While everyone watched.

"I can do you first?" he said. "If you like?"

She shook her head.

"You're sure?"

"I want to do this cold. Without getting anything first. Like I'm being used."

"Okay," he said.

She turned around and looked at the men, and held Mark's head so he kept kissing her neck.

She didn't know where to start. A guy halfway down the line was hard. She went to him, and touched him. Pulled Mark with her. She stroked the guy, put her other hand on his chest, looked at him.

There was a line of men waiting for her, and it was like the pool, but even more. At the pool in Fiji, she hadn't known what would happen. Here, she did. They were all for her.

She wondered if she should say something. Make a speech, for her troops.

"Thank you," she said. "I really want this."

They all said thank you back.

"Um," someone said. "We got porn. If you'd like it on. But if you'd rather not, that's cool."

Katie thought. "No, put it on."

They turned on the TV. A blonde woman, a line of men, she was kneeling, sucking them one by one. Katie grinned, and a few of the guys laughed.

"Have you got the cuffs?" she said to Mark.

"You're sure?"

She nodded, and he got them from somewhere. Put her wrists behind her, and clicked the cuffs closed. She pulled on them, felt helpless. Felt turned on.

She was a bit nervous. She didn't know she could manage all these guys. Being handcuffed made that feeling worse.

"They all understand, don't they?" she said. "Just because I'm tied up, doesn't mean I want to be hurt."

"They understand."

"Don't hit me," she said. "Don't smack me. Don't pull my hair."

All the men nodded and said yes.

"Okay," she said, still nervous. "I suppose I should start."

She decided she should start at one end or the other. That was tidier.

She went to the far end, and knelt down in front of a man she didn't know. Mark went with her, and helped her kneel. She had trouble balancing with her arms behind her back. She knelt down, and looked at a stranger's penis, and thought about what she was about to do.

"Close," she said to Mark, "Okay?"

He stood right behind her, and held her hair. Bundled it back from her face and held it for her. She realized she'd come to an orgy to blow eight men and had forgotten to bring a hair-tie. That was dumb.

Mark held her hair, and stroked her shoulders gently, and she looked up at him, and up at the other guy, and they both wanted her.

"Give me a minute," she said quietly to the guy, and he nodded, and said, "As long as you like."

A few others nodded too. She liked that they were patient.

She looked at the penis in front of her face, and felt Mark's gentle hands on her skin, and realized she was actually going to do this.

They were looking at her. Wanting her.

She put the first man's penis in her mouth, opened her mouth and tasted him, and started to suck. She felt complete.

She went slowly. Much slower than in the pool in Fiji. She wasn't trying to get them all off here, wasn't worried about being caught.

She knelt on the carpet and sucked this man's cock and felt his hands, and Mark's hands, gentle on her skin. They were pushing her head slowly, but not enough she minded. The guy's breathing was changing, and he was getting bigger in her mouth.

She liked the taste of him. She hadn't quite realized, before Fiji, but she liked the taste of cocks. They were more musky, more man, less salty than semen.

She knelt there and sucked and a room full of other men watched the guy in her mouth close his eyes and shiver against her and push against her lips. She liked that too. Like the way she could bring them all together, for her. They way they would do this slightly odd thing of sharing her, watching one another, being okay with that.

It seemed like it should be harder giving a blowjob without her hands, but it didn't seem to. She bobbed backwards and forwards, and sucked hard, and he seemed to be groaning and pushing against her mouth.

Hands were a bonus, she decided. A helper. She didn't need them.

Expert that she was now.

The guy came. She sucked, and swallowed it, and then knelt up as high as she could, and lifted her face, and said, "Hey," until he bent and she could kiss him. She turned slightly, and sucked Mark's cock for a minute, just to taste him after another in her mouth.

She slid over, on her knees, and started on the second man.

All the penises were different. Thinner or wider or longer. Some were cut, and one had a bigger head than she'd seen before. All the tummies she was staring at were different too. Some of the hands touching her had narrow fingers, and some had thick ones. The ways they were different was more obvious to her like this, then in the pool, without the water and the worry of being caught and not knowing if they'd finish. Today she knew, and could stop and savor their differences.

How they reacted was different, too. What they did as she knelt and sucked them. Some of them rested their hands on her head, or stroked her hair as she sucked them, or played with her breasts, or her shoulders. Some pushed into her mouth and some seemed to be trying to keep still. Some bent and kissed her for a moment, when she first got to them, and one said thank you before she started, and another asked if she was sure she didn't want head first, which she thought was sweet.

She breathed in the smell of them. She felt the hardness of them in her mouth, against her lips. She felt the muscle in their bodies, against her face and forehead, and she leaned forward and bumped against them, balancing.

She slid along the floor, along the line, from one to the other. She kept Mark behind her, holding her hair, stroking her, as she sucked each guy. As she finished each one she turned and sucked Mark. That made it better, somehow. Eight cocks in a row was eight cocks. Eight cocks with Mark between each was like sixteen, somehow.

She was wet. She was going to fuck them all, and she was wet and ready and wondering how many men it was possible to fuck. Before something broke, or you fainted. She wondered if she wanted to try.

Her jaw ached a little after she'd done four, and her knees hurt from kneeling, so she stopped for a break, and Mark held up water for her to sip, and she sat on the floor looking up at them all while Mark rubbed her shoulders.

She liked being handcuffed. She really liked being handcuffed. She liked blowing eight men in a row too, apparently, and she liked being handcuffed.

Everyone was looking at her while she sat there. Like they all had in the pool. She realized they were unsure whether to stay in the line or move around, and Katie said, "Stay there. I won't be long."

They did. They smiled at her. They told her she was great.

She stood up, with Mark's help, and went down the line, and kissed them all. The guys she'd had in her mouth and the ones she hadn't. Kissed them, and they kissed her back, kissed her neck and stroked her breasts and told her they wanted her.




Everyone Has Katie, Again



One wanted her to take her underwear off, so he could see her. She let him, and then they all touched her gently. Touched her mound, run teasing fingers down her, into her. They offered to lick her, and she shook her head, but she moved her feet apart, so they could all finger her, and then she had to go back down the line, slowly, sighing, so each could have a turn at that.

When she was ready, she knelt on the floor again, and kept working her way down the line. She tasted them. She swallowed their semen. She liked this. She'd forgotten how much she'd liked this in Fiji, the line of penises, the having too much, the excessive quantities of semen, and her spit, on her chin and dripping on her chest and thick in her mouth.

It was interesting. The first two had come in her mouth, and the fifth and sixth. The third came on her tits, and the fourth held them while she sucked him, slithering his hands around in another guy's semen. The rest didn't come, had caught her as they got close and moved her away and told her they would later.

She almost regretted it when she got to the end, but she wanted to be fucked. She liked this, the sucking, and she liked the anticipation. She was turned on, tingling with needing it, but it was so strong she almost didn't want that to end. She wanted to go back and start over and keep doing this all night, but her mouth hurt, and her knees too, and she didn't think she could. And she wanted to be fucked, after all this waiting.

Mark helped her up, and she twisted around to wipe her mouth on her shoulder. She was almost a little nervous. They were nice, and gentle, but she was about to let nine guys stick their cocks into her, and fuck her, and she wasn't sure she could manage that. She was worried she might have to stop, or would be hurt, by the end.

And she was tied up.

She went back along the line, and kissed each of them, and then Mark led her to the bed.

She sat down, nervous. He pushed her backwards, watching her.

"All okay?" he said, when she was lying down.

She nodded.

The first guy knelt between her legs and licked her and she jumped. Then said, "Oh."

"Of course you get a turn," Mark said.

"Don't make me come," she said. "I'll get scared. I'll stop."

"I know," he said, and kissed her and her breasts while eight men took turns eating her pussy. Their tongues were slippery fire, teasing her, making it so she couldn't think. She was too turned on by this, by the cuffs and the line of men and the blowjobs. She kept getting close, had to stop them a couple of times, and lie there squeezing, breathing hard, making herself calm down.

They eighth guy tasted her, and then the first came back to her. She was still on her back, bent awkwardly around the cuffs and her arms. He looked at her, and lifted her legs, and she saw his cock again, aiming for her.

She wanted it badly. He lifted up her legs, ran his finger down her, and she shivered slightly and said, "Please."

He slid it into her. Deep into her, so she opened her mouth and gasped for air and wanted just to push up onto him forever. He started moving, watching her, and she lay there helpless, getting fucked.

She lay there, at the start of fucking eight men.

"Hey," she said, as he started, "Don't all come the first time you're in me, okay? Like swap around. Take turns."

They said yes and seemed to understand. Each one fucked her for a minute or two, then made way for another. Each one felt different to the last as he went inside her, and each felt different when he came back.

It was like fucking a hundred guys, not eight. Katie was gasping and wriggling and getting achingly close. She had to say stop now and then, tell them to wait.

She lay there, and eight men fucked her. Eight men took turns using her. Eight men had her.

She wanted this so much she couldn't think.

She realized there was line. They were standing in a row, waiting. She lay on her back, and they put themselves inside her one at a time.

"What's with the line," she said.

"I thought you like queues," Mark said.

"Oh," she said. "Um, yeah, I guess."

A man she didn't know was inside her, fucking her, while she talked to Mark. That was hot.

"Talk to me," she said.

"About what?"

"Anything. The weather."

They guy above her grinned, and kept fucking her. It was distracting, but not so distracting she couldn't listen to Mark.

"It's warm," Mark said.

"I know."

"I heard it might rain tomorrow."

"Maybe."

He grinned at her for a while.

"Just trying it out," she said. "To see."

"Okay."

"There doesn't have to be a queue," she said.

They moved, all sat on the bed.

The first guy came inside her a few minutes later, one of the ones who hadn't earlier. Katie stroked his face, and grinned, and some of the others cheered.

"Make a pile on top of me," she said. "Everyone."

"Like everyone on at once?" Mark said.

"Um" Katie said. "Yeah, okay."

They all crowded around, and kissed her, and tipped her this way and that, onto her side to lick her, then sat her up to reach her breasts. They kissed her neck, and rubbed her shoulders, and took off her shoes and rubbed her feet. She moaned a little at that, shivering with it even as they took turns putting their cocks inside her. They kept doing it, once they saw how she liked it. Seven men caressed her, like a spa massage, slowly kneading her feet, and one guy fucked her until she couldn't think. She felt new cocks, one after the other. New faces above her, new hands on her body. She herself stretch and fit around each new penis, and felt them spasm inside her when they were done. It was kind and gentle and perfect and complete.

She fucked eight men, one after another, and realized this was what she needed to do. This made her.

She pulled one closer and sucked him while another man was inside her. Not very well, since she was being bounced around by the man fucking her, but enough to have tried it. She took a penis in her hands, behind her back, and one sliding up between her breasts, and one her mouth, sucked gently, and one and inside her, aching hard, and she had all those men against her and in her, all at once.

They asked if they could try different thing, not just her on her back. She nodded, and they sat her up, and had her kneel, and fucked her in a dozen different ways. That was better too.

"Don't make me come," she reminded them, and they said they wouldn't, and in the end she came by mistake, half an hour in, and it was entirely her fault for not moving soon enough. It was breathtakingly intense, but she was worried she'd get scared, or sore, afterwards. She didn't seem to. They licked her for a while, until she was reassured, then went back to fucking her.

She got Mark to count how many of them had come, just to feel smug as she was fucked, and didn't understand when he got to nine.

"How?" she said.

"Seconds."

"Oh," she said, and wanted to smirk.

The girl in the porn was fucking too now, and seemed to have a few more men than Katie. Katie was a little jealous. Porno girl was also letting people come on her, on her face and tits and hair, and Katie said they could too, if they wanted to. Some did. One on her cheek, a bit unexpectedly, one on her back after doing her doggy.

She started to get achy after twelve men had come inside her. Not sore, exactly, stiff like she'd been at the gym too long, or running. Achy and sore all over, in her arms and legs from kneeling, on her body from bending this way and that getting fucked. Her arms hurt too, had gone to sleep. Mark uncuffed her, and let her stretch, and she had a rest.

Everyone had a rest.

She sat on the end of the bed and sipped more water and felt sticky and horny and brave. She touched herself gently, and was surprised she wasn't sore. She got Mark to bring her makeup mirror, and peered at herself while they all watched. She looked a bit pinker, and swollen, like she'd had sex for a while, but not nearly as bad as she'd thought she might.

They all peered at her too, curious. She kind of liked that.

She got in the shower, stood under the water in case it helped with being sore, and one guy got in with her and soaped her back. Over and over, like a slippery massage. That was really sweet.

He started rubbing her ass, so she got breathless and tingly again, kept rubbing, and slithering his fingers down her.

"What're you doing?" she said, breathlessly, and he slithered his fingers closer.

It was just them in the shower. Everyone else was out in the room. The bathroom was steamy and intimate, no-one could see.

"Go on," Katie said, and he eased his finger into her ass.

She felt full. She felt full, and felt everything again. Her pussy must be desensitized after fucking eight guys. Back there, she could feel everything again.

He kissed her neck, and put another finger in, and Katie whispered, "Fuck me there."

He stopped. She realized too, no condoms. They were all out in the room.

She wasn't sure she wanted anyone else to know.

"Mark," she called, and pushed the guy's hand away from her. "Bring condoms."

He did, handed her a couple from a box, grinned.

"Bring the handcuffs," she said, and he got those too.

"And close the door," she said.

The guy handcuffed her to the showerhead, her arms stretched up above her head. That was hot. That was enough she'd have probably taken it up the ass without any thing else. She hung there, holding onto the pipe so she didn't slip, and he slipped into her ass. It was the easiest anal she'd ever done, it was good, and she wanted more, and she was startled by how she was reacting. They were only using hotel shampoo for lube, which couldn't be that effective or even good for her, but it was enough. She liked it.

She liked having this private, secret act in the middle of an orgy. She liked sneaking away and being tied to something by a man whose name she didn't know, and buggered and used and taken.

She liked trying it all, trying everything, but she was suddenly worried again, terrified of the rest of them finding out and eight men fucking her in the ass.

She wanted to be scared, she realized. In certain particular ways. She wanted to be scared and helpless and under a pack of men, as long as she was deciding.

The guy behind her finished, and held onto her wrists, groaning, as he came. He undid the cuffs, and she got out the shower, leaving him there, and went to the door, and opened it. Everyone was looking at her. They must have been wondering what was going on. Or listening.

"Does anyone want to try anal?" she said.

They looked at her.

"Just a couple of you. I don't think I can do more."

A couple of them did. They sorted it out between themselves and Katie said sorry to the rest.

"Get the cuffs," she said, and someone did, and put her back on the bed, all helpless.

Two men fucked her in the ass, and it was the least unpleasant, undignified, and shameful anal sex she'd ever had. Even though eight other men were watching her do it.

Eight men watched her get buggered, and eight men watched her enjoy it. She wasn't sure she should be so turned on by that.

When they were done, someone offered to kiss her better, and it took her a moment to realize what he meant. Then she said yes, ah, of course, and knelt there, and he licked her ass, and it was like getting head, but not quite the same. Less tingly and sparkly, somehow. She wondered why he'd do it, too, that close to where other men's penises had been, but she supposed they'd been going down on her off and on all night. She supposed they couldn't all be that uncomfortable with other men's cocks or they wouldn't be here.

They turned her over, and all gave her head again, taking turns, and one guy jerked off on her tits, and another fucked her, and then she came again and decided she'd pretty much had enough.

They all kissed her and said thank you, and she listened to their tone and realized this was a thing for some of them like it was for her. It made them whole, it completed them too, just like it did for her.

That surprised her. It made her feel a bit less ashamed.

It meant she could do this again, she realized. If they needed it like her. She didn't have to hide from it, and feel drab and grey. She could do this, as often as she wanted, as often as enough of could get away.

It was a stunning, wonderful, realization.

She called them all back and got their phone numbers and said she'd call. Said she'd call them soon, very soon, call some of them or all of them. Be ready.

And Mark was watching her, proud, and that made her happy too.

She felt like the grayness and emptiness was finally lifting.



Everyone Has Katie



"I want you to go home," she said. "Just you. I'm going to stay for a bit and work out how I feel."

"And have sex with other people."

"Pretty much."

"So, what, you get a holiday fling and that evens things out?"

"Pretty much," Katie said again.

"So if I don't make a fuss about this...?"

"How can you, when you did what you did."

He nodded, and looked upset.

"And it's not a deal," Katie said. "I'm not promising anything."

"Okay."

"Just go home and wait and I might come back to you."

He looked at her for a while. "All right. But please, just come home, okay?"

"Probably," Katie said. "Maybe. One day."

"Please do."

"Could you go," she said. "I don't want to talk any more."

He seemed surprised, just sat there.

"Go," Katie said. "Go home now. Go and pack."

He did. She was actually quite surprised he didn't keep arguing. He started putting what he had in his suitcase. There wasn't much, a few clothes, and some things from the bathroom.

He stopped at the door and looked at her.

"Just go," she said.

"Katie..."

"Just go. Fuck off. I'll come home when I'm ready."

He left. She didn't kiss him, and he didn't try to kiss her. She assumed someone would find him a taxi to the airport, but she didn't really care.

She said goodbye, but nothing more. She didn't reassure him, or say it would be okay.

She wasn't sure it would.

She sat down on the bed and wondered what to do. After a while she put on a bikini and went down to the pool and lay there. She felt a bit drained, a bit shocked by everything that had happened, but sitting in the sun was nice.

*

She sat by the pool all day, feeling tired after sex with Mark, and upset by all the rest. She had dinner in the restaurant, then went to bed.

Peter texted overnight to say he was home safe, and she texted back saying she didn't care, and leave her alone. He did, to her surprise, and didn't send anything else.

She sat by the pool the next morning, and thought about what she wanted to do. She wasn't sure she wanted just sex, even a lot of sex. She almost wanted to do something breathtaking, something outrageous because she was here on her own and free. She just didn't know what. She wondered about offering the room service guy a blowjob, but decided that was creepy and probably happened all the time, so she'd better not.

Mark went past about lunchtime, carrying his book. He came over and said hi.

"How'd it go?" he said.

"Good," she said. "He left. I'm still here."

Mark grinned.

"Thank you," she said. "Really."

He nodded. They sat there for a moment, looking at each other. Katie wondered if she should offer him a fuck, and wondered if that was what he was waiting for. She didn't know why he didn't just ask, but maybe he didn't want to push her.

"Okay," he said, and looked over at the shaded, air-conditioned bar. "I might get out the sun."

Katie nodded. It was hot already.

"I'll be over there," he said, and went and sat at the bar.

The bar where she'd met him. She decided that must be what he did. Read in the bar and picked up bored women. It had worked on her.

He looked up and grinned sometimes, and she waved back.

She couldn't decide if she wanted sex, or wanted sex with someone else, or what.

A woman talked to Mark, and Katie made up her mind. She got up, and went over, and put her arms around him. He jumped, and the other woman looked at Katie a bit sourly.

"Want to fuck me?" Katie whispered into Mark's ear.

"Yeah," he said. He looked at the other woman. "My friend. I was waiting for." Like that was an explanation, Katie thought.

They went to his room and he ate Katie out without bothering to undress her first. Then he fucked her until she got a cramp in her foot, stopped to rub it for her, then fucked her again, until she couldn't think.

It was a good way to spend the day.

*

The bar that night was busier. Katie went down to see what was happening, and ran into Mark. He sat down beside her, and she leaned over, without a word, and started kissing him. He kissed her back, didn't talk, and seemed to understand her mood. It was good, Katie thought. Soft and sensual and very slow. She moved over onto his lap and rubbed herself slowly against him. She was trying not to be obvious, but it didn't really work. A few people watched them, some fairly blatant about it, and Katie realized she didn't really care. It was hot to basically fuck in a crowded room, with an audience.

Katie was a bit surprised at herself.

Later a girl at the bar started flashing people, and Mark tried to get Katie to as well.

"Lets go," Katie said instead. "I want you."

He didn't seem to care.

On the way back to his room, they saw a crowd down on the beach. Katie pulled Mark that way, led him down to see what was happening.

"What's going on?" she asked someone.

"There's people there fucking," a guy said. "Letting everyone watch."

"Seriously?"

"Yep."

Katie wasn't tall enough. "Can I see?" she said.

The guy moved a little, to let her past.

"Hold on," she said to Mark, and slipped into the space. She had to squeeze past the other guy, and he moved in close behind her when she was past him, almost touching her. Like it was just chance, but she was fairly sure it wasn't.

She pushed backwards with her ass, just slightly, so she bumped against the front of his legs. He grinned at her.

Mark was watching too. Katie suddenly felt guilty, but he looked at her and smiled and didn't seem to care.

She looked into the middle of the group of people. There were two people having sex. She couldn't quite believe it. A woman was kneeling in the sand, completely naked, a man behind her holding her hips and fucking her, which twenty people watched.

Katie almost wanted that. To go and kneel beside the girl and offer herself to someone too. She was surprised how much that thought turned her on.

It would show Peter. It would really show Peter if she did something like that.

The guy behind Katie leaned forward and said, in her ear, "They lost a bet."

She reached back, behind herself, and slid her hand down the pants of the guy behind her. He jumped a little, then went still. She wasn't quite sure why, and why not. She wanted to do something wild, something like that woman on the sand was doing.

She wanted a little of that for herself.

She started wanking the guy behind her, rubbing him up and down, pressing herself backwards so her hands were hidden between their bodies. She was fairly sure no-one else could see. It was dark, and everyone was packed in close, looking at the couple in the sand. She stood up on her toes and leaned back and whispered, into his ear, "You've got two minutes, if you can."

He nodded and closed his eyes.

Katie rubbed faster.

The man down on the sand, behind the girl, seemed to come. He groaned and closed his eyes and stopped thrusting into her. Katie watched. Other than Peter, he was only the second man she'd watched come in years.

The guy behind her leaned forward, his weight on her, and he came too, his breath shaky on her shoulder, stickiness on her hand. Now she'd seen two men come, and felt two men come, and they hadn't been the same man.

She liked that idea.

The couple on the sand seemed to have stopped, now the guy had finished, and the people around Katie were starting to move away. She left without saying goodbye to handjob guy, just walked away, and was proud of herself for doing that. Her hand was still sticky. She made a fist, and held his semen inside so it didn't drip.

Mark was waiting. She gave him her hand to hold. The other hand, not the sticky one. They kept walking down the beach.

"Part of me wanted to be her," Katie said, when they were alone again. "To do that."

Mark looked at her, and nodded. Like it made perfect sense.

"And some guy came on my hand," she said, and held it up. "The one I talked to."

He didn't let go of her hand. He really react at all.

"Do you care?" she said.

"Not really. Should I?"

"I jerked him off. He was just there, and I jerked him off, and I've never done anything like that before, not ever."

He shrugged a little, like that was reasonable too.

"Okay," she said, and went down to the sea and washed her hand at the edge. Mark stood and watched.

It was quiet, except for soft waves. No-one seemed to be around.

Katie was thinking about beaches, and the darkness, and kneeling in the sand. She went back to Mark and knelt down in front of him. He understood what she was doing, just took his cock out for her and put his hands on her head.

Like that wasn't unreasonable either.

She sucked him off on the beach, wondering if anyone would come along and catch them and how that would make her feel. She thought about the girl, and kneeling in the sand, and people watching, wanting her.

She decided this what she needed. Meaningless, impersonal, dirty sex to get over Peter. She thought about Peter and what he'd done, and kneeling there, with a stranger's cock in her mouth, it already hurt less.

Mark came, then asked Katie if she wanted head too, but she shook her head. They sat on the beach for a while, then went back to his room, and she ended up staying the night, which was nice too.

*

It rained the next day. At first the rain was nice, and cooled the air, but after a few hours it just felt wet. Mark turned up at Katie's door, so they stayed inside.

Peter rung in the middle of the afternoon. "Come home," he said. "Please."

"Not yet."

"I thought you were my best friend."

"I'm not any more."

"Please."

"You're a shit," Katie said. "A cruel, lying, heartless shit."

"I know."

Silence.

"Please keep talking," Peter said. "Tell me how you're feeling."

"You don't want to know how I'm feeling."

"Please just talk."

"I have to go," she said. "I'm with someone."

"That guy? Mark?"

Katie hung up.

It was nasty, a pointless little jab, but he deserved it. He'd started all this. She was just making the best she could.

*

They went on a boat trip to look at a reef, and Mark talked Katie into sunbathing topless, on the trip back, while other people were around. She did, and no-one seemed to care.

She lay there and looked at him and he stroked her arm, gently, and she thought about sucking his cock on the beach, and about the girl on the beach, and the girl's audience, and wondered how that would feel to be her. She thought about that night, and how she hadn't been able to decide if she'd been worried or turned on by the idea of being caught, and decided she still wasn't completely sure.

She wondered about doing it right now, on this boat, while the tourists watched, and that turned her on.

She was a bit surprised. She lay there and tried to decide what she wanted from this. She wanted something. She didn't know what it was yet, but she wanted to do something unspeakable and awful and dirty, something she'd never do at home. Like the girl on the beach. Just kneel there and get fucked and be watched. By everyone.

And maybe be fucked by everyone.

Katie lay there, startled. She wasn't sure where that thought had come from.

She wasn't sure it was as off-putting as it should be.

Mark was watching her, smiling, like he knew she was getting wet. Perhaps he did.

She liked Mark. She liked this thing with Mark, but part of her wanted more.

She'd just swapped a perfect holiday with one man for a different holiday with another man, and she wasn't sure that was right. She wasn't sure she wanted to be anything with just one man. She didn't want to just be with Mark, she wanted to be with a lot of people. She wanted to make what Peter had done to her right, before she went home.

"Hey," she said. "I need to talk to you about something."

"Okay."

"This is good," Katie said. "This is really good. You've helped cheer me up me a lot, and I'm really grateful."

He nodded.

"I want to have sex with other people, though. While I'm here."

"Oh," he said, a bit surprised, then grinned and shrugged. "Yeah, well. Fair enough, I suppose."

"You don't mind?"

He shrugged.

"You don't think I owe you? Like you might be missing out?"

"I only just met you. You don't owe me anything."

"I think I need to prove to myself I can."

He nodded.

"You're not upset?" she said.

He shook his head, and bent down, and kissed her. "We're nothing, Katie. Just friends. We were going to stop when we both went home anyway, weren't we?"

"Yeah," Katie said. "I suppose so."

"So no problem. Do what you like. And I'm around if you're not with anything else."

She lay there and looked at him. "You're a good person," she said.

He shrugged.

"I wondered," she said, after a minute. "Have you got any friends?"

He sat there for a moment, and just looked at her, and then he started to laugh. "Yeah," he said. "You know what, actually I think I do."

And Katie grinned.

*

Katie met Simon, a friend of Mark's, for a drink the next afternoon. Simon talked to her about polite things about the islands and the temples and how the resort was nice. They were in the bar, beside the pool, and there were a few other people around. Katie listened for a while, glad Simon was trying.

Then she said, "Mark told you about me, right?"

"Ah," Simon said. "What about you?"

"What I want."

"Um," Simons said. "Yeah, he did."

"Shall we go?"

Simon put down his drink, and stood up, and seemed willing.

He wasn't as good as Mark. He wasn't as considerate, and didn't put the effort in. It was more about him. He did give her head, though, and she did come, and it was interesting to find out how someone else did it. Good, she decided. Different, but good.

"Hey," she said, when they were done. "Do you have any friends?"

And he just grinned at her, and said, "Yep."

*

Katie met another guy, and went to his room and had sex with him too. He was also a bit selfish, like Simon had been, and only seem to want to do doggy, which didn't really get her there. She wondered if Mark had sent her to them on purpose, to make her appreciate him more. She got a bit bored, which was a new thing for her. Getting so much sex she had time to be bored. The new guy came on her chest, though, and that was different and a bit interesting. He asked, quite suddenly, if he could, and Katie said yes. It wasn't something Peter had ever wanted to do. There seemed to be a bit of effort going into it, aiming carefully as he came, dripping it around on her breasts. He was nicer once he was done, went and got her a towel. She wiped her chest and kissed him some more, and then he wanted to fuck again. Because her tits were sticky, she supposed. Once the sex started again, she got a little bored.

She should probably just go back to Mark.

She thought about Mark. She wondered if this guy would mind Mark joining in too. She thought about having two men right now, so she had something else to do with one, while the other humped her from behind.

She stopped, wondering why she'd thought that, and realized that was exactly what she wanted.

Two men.

That would show Peter. He might have cheated, but she'd have a threeway.

Two men, she thought, or perhaps three. Or four.

The guy behind her came, finally. She said thanks, and told him he was great, and she'd better be going.

*

Mark had left a note pinned to Katie's door saying come see him. She'd already pretty much decided she was done with other people, and wanted him again, and he seemed pleased when she told him that. They had sex, and she liked the idea of him inside her when she'd had someone else an hour before. She liked that a lot.

After they'd finished he said the note was because a friend of a friend was having a pool party at one of the beach houses, and did she want to go.

"Not really," she said. "Why?"

"To meet people," he said. "You said you wanted to meet other people."

"I said I wanted to fuck other people."

"Yeah," he said. "That." And grinned.

She thought about that for a while. About two men at once, or one after another. "Maybe," she said.

"It's up to you."

She was tempted. Maybe this was how it should happen. Several men, all on the same night. She'd go to a party, and be the biggest slut she could, and get it done, and then go home and hate Peter for years.

So maybe this party tonight would be good.

"Okay," she said. "Yeah, let's go."

She went back to her room and changed. She put on a light dress, the tidiest thing she'd brought, and put her hair up, and went back to Mark's.

"You don't care," she said to him. "If I go with you but end up fucking someone else? Do you?"

"I don't care," he said.

"It seems rude."

He shrugged. "Maybe I will to."

She thought about that, then grinned. Then she reached up under her dress and pulled her underwear off, and threw them on his bed.

"Shit," Mark said.

"Yep," she said, and grinned.

She took a bikini in her bag just in case, though. Mark kept looking at her while they walked down the beach, like he was trying to see up her dress, and because it was dark, and no-one was around, she flashed him.

She was quite proud of herself for that.

The party was noisy, and the house was full Katie felt anonymous, hidden by the numbers. She let go of Mark's hand, said, "Find me in a bit," and went off on her own.

There was a deck behind the house, a swimming pool beside it. People were sitting around the pool, some were in the water. There were trees between them and the beach, fence between the pool and the house, so it was very private there.

Katie went and sat on the edge of the pool, and dangled her feet in the water. She said hi, and people talked to her, and she sat there and didn't really listen. Mostly they were talking about the islands, or the resort, or what they'd all done on their holidays.

Someone else said she should get in, the water was great.

"I didn't bring anything to swim in," she said.

"Swim in your undies," someone said. Other people were.

"Not wearing any," Katie said, and felt brave and alive and daring like she never had before.

Suddenly everyone was looking at her. She grinned, and some of them laughed, and it seemed all right.

She sat there, and people talked to her. A couple of times, when she moved her legs, she noticed people looked. That made her feel quite good. As if strangers trying to perve up her skirt made up for her not being enough for Peter, somehow.

"Just get in," a drunk guy said. "We don't mind."

"Yeah," Katie said. "Of course I will."

"Go on."

"It's a bit early," Katie said. "Maybe later."

That seemed to please him, he went off grinning.

Mark found her after a while, and came and sat beside her.

"I told everyone what I'm wearing," she said, quietly.

He looked at her.

"Or not wearing," she said.

He started staring at her like she was the most interesting thing out here, and she really liked that.

"Kiss me," she said, and he did, leaning over sideways to reach. After a while he pulled off his shirt, and got in the water, and he spent a lot of time hanging around near her knees, leaning on her legs, and lifting himself up to kiss her. People were definitely watching, she decided, as if they were hoping she'd fall in and flash them, or something. Or maybe they were just nosey, not horny, curious to know if she was really bare underneath.

"Let me see," Mark said, floating right in front of her.

She grinned, and shook her head.

"Please?"

She wondered. It was dark. No-one would see much, not even Mark, right in front of her. And she liked the idea of everyone being interested in her. She liked it a lot.

It would either go very well or very badly, and she had no idea which.

She moved her knees, moved them a little apart. Mark grinned, and peered up her dress. A couple of guys further around the pool nudged each other and looked.




Everyone Has Katie



Katie went to put her knees together, but Mark put his hand on one, wet skin on hers. "Don't," he said.

She looked at him. She couldn't decide.

"Stay like that," he said, and kept holding her knee.

She was turned on, suddenly breathless, had knees so shaky she probably couldn't have walked right then, had she wanted too.

He pulled himself up enough he was in front of her, and started kissing her, his mouth open, breathing the air out of her body. He pushed forward, got between her thighs, so she couldn't close her legs, but also so she was hidden.

She decided she was happy with that, and concentrated on kissing him.

He put his hands on her knees, slid them up her thighs. The hem of the dress came with it.

"What are you doing?" she said into his mouth.

He looked at her, grinning, slid his hands a little further.

"Hey," Katie said. "There's people here."

"They don't mind."

She looked around. They were being watched, but no-one seemed upset.

He kissed her some more, and she kept her eyes open, watching him. His hands moved higher, high enough she shivered and bit her lip.

"Careful," she said.

"No," he said, and slid higher.

"Are you actually going to follow through?" she said.

"I will if you will."

She thought about that. She was being watched. There were eight other people around the pool, a couple of women, the rest men. They were at a busy part, but it was dark, and they were around a corner, hidden, and the party was quieting down inside. She was pretty sure that if something started out here, then no-one inside would realize. She was also pretty sure she'd never see any of these people again, after tonight.

There were six men watching her, wondering how far she'd go, and where this would end. She felt like a conductor, controlling them all.

"Go on," she said.

"I want to eat you out," Mark said.

Katie blinked. That was a lot further than she'd expected.

"I want to taste you. I want you in my mouth. Right here."

"I'm not sure."

"They're all into you. They all want to watch you."

"I know. That's scaring me a little."

"Nothing you don't want to do."

"I'm not sure."

He looked at her, stared at her, and pushed his hands all the way up her skirt. Pushed inside her, just a little. She bit her lip, and closed her eyes, and sighed.

"I want to lick you," he said softly. "I want to make you come."

"Not yet," she said.

He fingered her. Rubbed into her slowly. She pulled him closer, so no-one could really see, even though they might know what was happening. She pulled him close, and put one arm around his shoulders, and held him against herself.

The pool was going quiet. She didn't look, but she knew people were watching.

She wanted to blush. She wanted to scream. She wanted to run away.

She stayed where she was, feeling him, feeling their eyes.

"Let me," he said. "You want to."

"Wait," she said. "Just this, for now."

She opened her eyes, and looked around, and they were all watching. All of them were waiting to see what she'd do.

This was what she'd needed, she realized. This was what she needed to get over Peter. All of them were watching her, wanting her, wanting to see her do whatever she did next. It was powerful. It filled the emptiness Peter had left.

Mark slid down in the water. Left her sitting there, with them all watching. He kissed her knees, gently, one then the other.

"No," she said, and pulled him back up.

He kissed her neck instead, and fingered her some more. And she watched everyone watch her, and wondered what to do.

There was the possibility of being fucked by six guys in a row here, and the idea was really hot, but also a bit worrying. It seemed like too many to cope with. She was undecided, and was enjoying that. Enjoying not knowing what she was going to do next, or how far this was going to go.

"Hey," she said, to one of the nearer guys, one who'd been talking to her earlier. She held out her hand, waved him to come closer.

He did.

She leaned forward and kissed him.

She kissed his mouth, and Mark kissed her neck, and Mark's fingers teased away inside her.

The new guy put his hand on her leg, beside Mark's arm. Put his hand on her leg, and stroked her knee, then stroked his way up her thigh.

She watched him. Everyone else watched him too.

She bit her lip and couldn't decide.

"Let me," Mark whispered, watching her.

"All right," she said. "Go on. But don't make me come."

He nodded.

"I mean it. I fucking mean it. If you do, I'll start thinking about this. I'll get scared and change my mind."

"Okay."

"I mean it."

He nodded, and bent over her. She leaned back a little, but he still had to push up her dress to reach. Push up her dress, and move her legs, while everyone watched.

While the guy next to her watched.

Mark's mouth was soft and hot and pulled her into him. She'd been waiting for hours, was too ready for this. She shook a little when he licked her, shook and made a little whisper of a moan and closed her eyes, and now everyone was looking.

She felt alive. She felt invulnerable, like Peter could never hurt her again. She felt wanted.

"Get up here," she said to the other guy.

So he could reach, now Mark had moved. So he could still kiss her.

He sat on the edge of the pool beside her, and she kissed him in time to Mark's mouth. Sometimes they stopped and they both watched Mark. Mark lifted one of her knees over his shoulder. She'd been shy, resisting him a little, trying not to let him spread her legs too much. Now she was more exposed, but now he felt better. He could reach her properly, could fill her with slithery burning heat.

She slid her hand into the man beside her's shorts. He was hard like it felt like he might break in her hand. She tugged his shorts down, bent over, and sucked him into her mouth, like hard velvet steel.

Around the pool, there were groans and little movements.

She'd forgotten everyone else. She'd remembered, but she'd forgotten.

A pool full of people were watching her suck a stranger's cock, and she didn't care. She wanted it. She was the girl on the beach tonight.

The guy she was sucking gathered her hair up, into a loose ponytail behind her head. He held his shorts down, out of her way. So everyone could see, she realized. So all the eyes in the pool could see exactly what she was doing.

She was close. Mark's tongue was hot and wet against her, inside her, pushing her, and she was so close she had to squeeze the muscles inside herself to make it stop.

"Hold on," she said, letting the cock out her mouth. "Wait a sec."

Mark didn't stop. She had to wriggle back, pull away. The other guy had his hand on her head, holding her hair. He didn't want to let go either.

She sat up.

They both looked at her, disappointed.

"I'm too close," she said to Mark. "I told you."

Her dress was already up past her hips, free of her ass underneath her. She reached back, undid the zipper, and pulled it over her head.

She slid into the pool, and turned around, and put the new guy's cock back in her mouth, and sucked.

Sucked harder now, able to reach properly.

No-one around the pool said a word. No-one breathed. The only sound was the slurping of Katie's mouth, and the splashes of the tiny waves as she moved in the water.

Nine people watched her suck a stranger's cock and couldn't think of a thing but what she was doing.

She got him off as quickly as she could. Sucking hard, her fingertips teasing his balls, her mouth keeping up the speed and pressure. She wasn't sure why she wanted to hurry, but she did. She felt an urgency, as if this might change, as if something might spoil this for her. Soon, very soon, he grabbed her hair and groaned and spurted in her mouth, all thick and hot and salty on her tongue. She swallowed, and hitched up out the water to kiss him quickly, and went along to the next guy, before she could change her mind.

He pushed his shorts down, held out his cock for her, and she slid it into her mouth too. She floated in the warm night water, sucking his cock, showing off, doing this secret thing for strangers.

Semen filled her mouth. She tasted it, curious. The flavor of one man then the other.

That guy kissed her too.

Next around the edge was a woman. Katie swam past her, and grinned and moved on. She wasn't ready for that yet.

The next guy said, "That's my girlfriend," and pointed to the woman beside him

"Can I?" Katie said, and the woman shook her head. The boyfriend looked a little disappointed.

"Please?" Katie said, grinning.

"No," the woman said.

Katie moved on.

She did two more. She sucked two more men, and let them come in her mouth, and swallowed their semen. She blew two more strangers, and everyone watched. It was the sexiest thing she'd ever done.

Mark came up behind her, and said, Your turn."

"I'm fine."

"Have a turn," he said, and kissed her. "Let me do you."

"I mean it. If I come I might chicken out."

"So don't come."

"Don't make me."

He grinned, and put his hands against her sides, lifted her up onto the edge of the pool, and started licking her again. All at once. She'd forgotten for a moment she was naked.

She was naked in a pool of strangers with four men's semen smeared on her mouth and chin.

She grabbed Mark's hair, and pushed her hips up into his mouth, and kept saying, "Slow down, don't get me off."

Her eyes were closed. There was some talking beside her feet, a commotion. She didn't bother opening her eyes to look.

"Katie," Mark said. "There's other people want a turn going down on you. Is that okay?"

She looked now. Three men were with Mark, beside her knees. Two were guys she'd just blown, and someone else she hadn't.

"Oh," she said. "Yeah, okay."

They took turns licking her. They were all slightly different, and they all went very slow, as Mark whispered to them to be careful. Someone stroked her breasts, and someone else kissed her. She sat there and felt their tongues and shivered at the edge of almost too close.

"Look what you started," Mark said, after a while.

Katie looked around. The woman beside her was in the pool, her head bobbing up and down on her boyfriend's cock. The other woman, across the pool, was standing waist-deep in the water, draped on the edge, being fucked by someone from behind. Another guy was playing with her tits.

The men between her knees were swapping around, taking turns to taste her. One stopped, and kissed her, and made way for another, and the new guy started, and he was good. A slurping slither of tongue, of wonderful pressure.

Another guy turned up, and floated beside Katie. She didn't understand for a moment, then she did. There was a queue. There was actually a queue, in the pool, to eat her out.

She couldn't believe what she'd started.

Another guy pushed the one licking her aside, and tried to lick her too. The first pushed back a little, making room for himself. She watched, thrilled. Men fighting over who gave her head.

That was too much. That, and strangers licking her, and everyone wanting to do this thing. She looked around, and stroked the men between her legs, and felt their mouths, and felt their kisses while they waited. Suddenly, she tipped too close. She came. She tried to stop, but couldn't hold it back. She came, and closed her eyes, and stopped breathing for half a lifetime. It was shattering. It was like finding God.

They kept licking her, gently. Her breathing came back, her hearing came back, her heart slowed a little.

She'd worried she'd get scared and stop if she came. She wasn't. She didn't. She wanted more. She wanted all of them.

"I want to you to fuck me," she said.

They both looked up. "Who?" one said.

"All of you," she said. "Everyone."

The guys around her went still for a moment, went quiet.

"Everyone," Katie said. "Now."

They helped her up, put her on a chair beside the pool. She didn't get why at first, until the first one arranged her legs and her and pushed himself inside her. She was still tingling from just coming, was a bit numb as he went in. She felt a fullness, felt his heat, but it wasn't an aching pleasure like Mark's tongue had been.

This wasn't that. This wasn't her having sex for herself, this was her getting fucked by men in a row, all the men, because she could.

The guy inside her seemed to be whispering thank you. He reached down for her clit, and she shook her head. "Don't worry," she said. "Do me later."

Around her, they were passing out condoms, forming a queue. A queue to fuck her. The guy inside her came, closed his eyes and came, and then pulled out, and no-one seemed to think it was odd he'd just done that while a group of other guys watched. Another went into her, and she felt his difference to the other and was surprised she could.

Mark stayed nearby, kissing Katie and stroking her breasts, and people lined up to fuck her. She was fucking a line of strangers. Strangers were touching her, tasting her, were inside her. They were kissing her mouth and breasts, licking her as cocks came out of her, pushing cocks inside her. Every time a new one went inside, she was spread and filled and fit around it's shape. Every kiss tasted of a different mouth. Every had caressed with a different touch. She was fucked until her knees were weak, and licked until she ached. She had tongues inside her, had hands all over her. She was wet, and desperate, and couldn't believe what she'd started.

Once she got used to the succession of penises inside her, she looked around. She saw a crowd of men, saw them smiling at her. She realized after a while that the other two women were with particular guys, and were only having sex with them. They were fucking, and being watched, and touched now and then, but were only doing one man each.

That meant Katie had the other six. She was fucking six different men, at least, and she seemed to be wanting it. She had a ring of legs and chests and hands around her, couldn't see all that well in the darkness. She wasn't sure if she was fucking the same six guys, taking turns, or if new people were coming out the house and joining in. She was a little scared by that idea, of how many she might end up having. She was a little turned on, too.

"Hey," Mark said, seeing her face. "Are you okay?"

"How many people want me?"

"Just us," he said. "We shut the gate. Do you want to stop?"

"Maybe I should," she said, and Mark got the last guy out of her.

He said no more fucking her, and they stuck to that. They took turns licking her, and she realized she'd got a bit sore, from all the sex, so their tongues were soothing and nice. They licked, but she could hardly feel anything, any more. She'd gone numb, she thought. Her mouth felt more sensitive, so they took turns kissing her instead, and she kissed them back, all of them until her lips hurt too.

The party inside was winding down, getting quiet.

"I think I'm done," Katie said. "I can't again."

Mark helped her up, helped her on shaky legs to sit in a chair. He gave her water, asked if she was okay.

She started to cry, and then to laugh. She'd forgotten Peter for an hour, she thought.

Mark had his arm around Katie, was kissing her neck, stroking her hair, seemed to be keeping people away.

"You're like the gangbang fairy," Mark said.

"God, I know. I can't believe it."

They looked around, at guys drinking beer and watching them and laughing, at the other two couples, still intermittently fucking. They looked at each other. Looked, for a long time, then Katie leaned over and kissed Mark. That was different. Just them, despite the crowd. No-one else in them or on them.

"I'll never forget you," she said. "Thank you."

"Me either."

"I have no idea who I had sex with," Katie said, as people started to leave. They all came over and hugged her, and kissed her cheeks, and said goodbye and thanks. "I have no idea."

"I know," Mark said.

"I can't believe I did that," she said, finally, still a bit stunned.

"Come back to my room," Mark said. "Stay the night."

She nodded and let him help her up, and lead her away.

*

Katie woke up the next morning, and remembered what she'd done, and was a bit horrified. She'd liked it. She was pretty sure she'd liked it, but she might have gone too far.

She lay where she was, and stared at the ceiling, and didn't know what to think.

"You okay?" Mark said beside her. Like he'd been watching her face.

"Just thinking," Katie said. "About last night."

They lay there for a while.

"I had sex," Katie said. "A lot of sex."

"You did."

"While everyone watched."

"Yeah."

"And then I had sex with everyone who'd been watching."

Mark grinned.

"I fucked so many people," she said. "I sucked off so many people."

"You did."

They looked at each other. Katie started thinking, "What if people had cameras?" she said, suddenly.

"I got a couple of guys I knew to keep an eye out, make people stop. I don't think there were many because we were in the pool, people didn't take phones out there."

Katie was relieved.

"It was hot," Mark said. "The hottest thing I've ever done in my life."

"I have to go." Katie sat up, suddenly embarrassed, and started looking for her clothes.

"Stay," Mark said. "Please."

Katie hesitated.

"Whatever you were working out," Mark said. "You have to have done it now. You can't not know how much people wanted you."

Katie looked at him for a moment, then kissed him. "I can't fuck," she said. "I'm like..."

"It's fine."

"My mouth kind of hurts."

"Not surprising."

"All of me kind of hurts."

He kissed her again.

"And I'm not planning to go outside again in case anyone from last night sees me. Ever."

"I get it."

"But I will stay here. If you want me to. For a few days."

"I do."

"I might not want to fuck for weeks. So you might not get any."

"I don't mind. I'm probably done too."

She smiled, and kissed him again.

"Want some food?" he said, and she realized how hungry she was

*

They flew home the same day. Mark had a ticket he could change without fuss, so he left the same day as Katie The airport was crowded and hot and sticky, and both planes were delayed taking off. Katie slept for a while on Mark's shoulder, until his plane was called. Then they stood on the concourse, as people flowed past to ether side, and just looked at each other.

"I'll never forget you," he said.

"Email me," Katie said.

"I will."

"No really. Call me, email me, stay in touch."

"I said I would."

"People always say that, but they never mean it."

"I mean it."

She dropped her bag and hugged him, stood there for a long time with her arms around him, her face to his chest. She sniffed, and tried not to cry. She wondered if they'd stay in touch, or if it would be too hard. If their ordinary lives would swallow their memories. She didn't know anything about him, and he didn't know her. It might turn out they had nothing to say, except remember that time we had an orgy in Fiji.

"Okay then," she said again, stepped back, and turned, and walked away. She didn't look back, didn't want to now this was over.

She went and found her gate, and sat in a row of plastic seats, hugging her knees, and realized she missed Mark already. He'd been a friend when she needed one, and he'd been good fun too. Part of her hoped he would suddenly reappear, and tell her he couldn't live without her, but she knew he wasn't going to.

She felt bored already, and a little depressed. There was something terribly ordinary about home, now. Cool air and cloudy skies and too much traffic.

She sat and thought and realized she was forgetting details already. She remembered sex, but not who she'd been with. Not how they'd tasted in her mouth, and felt inside her body. She was forgetting the heavy depth of the air, the intensity of the heat, the itchy skin and clammy hair. She hadn't even left, and it was becoming hard to imagine it had ever happened at all.




Everyone Has Katie



She felt a little sad.

She thought some more, and realized she was actually glad to be going home. She didn't hate Peter any more. Nothing Peter could have possibly done was as interesting as what she just had, and that made her feel better. He was a liar and a cheat and as shit, but she'd had sex with six or seven men, all at once. They'd wanted her. Peter had cheated, and that was bad, but there were group of men somewhere, who'd probably fly halfway around the world to see Katie again, if she asked them too.

She wondered if she'd tell Peter what she'd done. She might, she thought. Not right away, she'd keep him worrying for a while, but she would probably tell him in the end. So he could feel hurt and jealous and confused, like she had.

So he could feel shocked, by how far she'd done.

After a while she phoned Peter and said she was on her way home, that she'd be at the airport tonight, and could he come and get her. He seemed relieved, and happy, and at the end of the call, before she hung up, she said, "I love you," and Peter cried.

It seemed like it was going to be all right. It would never be quite the same, but it was going to be all right.