7 comments/ 54612 views/ 6 favorites Jasmin: Now Married, Then Guilty By: LIPrulz (5th in the sequence of Jasmin) (Author note: This instalment is composed of two parts, you might say two differing sides of the same coin. The first part is the start of reconciliation, normal enough in the grand scheme of things. The second part is a coercion episode in Jasmin's life. If this is not your cup of tea, truth not withstanding, read one of the other many thousands of submissions on this site. Cheers...) We were having an argument. I guess the argument had been simmering for three days, ever since Jasmin walked back into my life and now it had boiled over. When you have so much emotional history with a girl I've found that even when she is as beautiful and sexy as Jasmin, it makes no difference when you are in a heated argument. Those qualities of hers that might weaken you when she is trying to get you to buy something for her, or do a job around the home for her that you might have preferred to do another time, those qualities avail her nothing in a bitter argument. So you appreciate what I was up against I'll describe her physically again, particularly for readers that don't want to bother with our earlier history. But so returning readers are not disenchanted I will only lightly reiterate some of what has gone before. Jasmin has been 5' 5" since I knew her from the age of eighteen. She comes from mixed parentage, an Australian mother and Japanese father. Fortunately she looks nothing like her frumpy mother. Jasmin's facial mien is best described as sultry. She is high cheek boned, you might say her look is aristocratic but for the long eyelashes over clear brown eyes and thick soft sensual lips. Even at 31 there is no sign of aging in her, hardly a wrinkle anywhere. Jasmin's silky jet coloured hair has always been very long and is still straight past the middle of her back. She tans easily and has an enviable clear complexion. But for the last three days of her return I hadn't seen Jasmin since she was twenty eight. But her body had lost none of its killer lines in those three years so she was most likely still 35(C cup)-24-36. Just on the subject of her breasts, Jasmin was barely a B when we first met. By twenty one she had bloomed to her full perky size and she has always had incredibly long nipples. They are also very sensitive and Jasmin has orgasmed just from their stimulation. As I discovered early on, playing with her nipples always lowered her resistance. It probably helped me being rewarded with Jasmin's virginity. I have never mentioned Jasmin's over sensitive nipples to anyone. But a few other guys have found out to their own benefit over the years. A couple of them I knew of (and hated) and another few I have learned of (and also hate) since starting to read a secret diary Jasmin has kept since just after she met me. Do you ever have one of those mornings where you wished you had just stayed in bed? Or wished that you could turn into an ostrich and bury your head in the ground to make it all go away? That was the morning for me. After breakfast Jasmin wanted to know if I would go grocery shopping with her, to protect her if Mark or Craig showed up. I believed she was implying several things by asking; first that I was letting her stay longer term; second that we would buy and use the same food together; thirdly that I wanted to be seen with her again; and lastly that if Mark or Craig saw us together they would think she was with me again and leave her alone (though that didn't stop them three years ago). I blew up. "No way!" I yelled. "Just to copy a phrase of someone I used to know." "You still know me, Damien," Jasmin told me. "I haven't changed." Her calm tone was all the more infuriating. Jasmin had never really shouted in an argument since she was twenty one. "Is that right is it?" I said vehemently. "So you've always been a slut behind my back." I'd had it with Jasmin. Reading her secret diary, her 'Diary of My Guilt' was doing my head in. "Damien," Jasmin cried. "You know from that fucking book that none of those men are really my fault." Hmmm, Jasmin hardly ever swore. I swore from time to time due to the work I used to do - arresting crims rubs off on you after a while. But Jasmin swear... almost never. That made me think about what she said for a minute. Of course she was referring to the secret diary she had given me to read, The Diary of My Guilt, Jasmin had named it when she was eighteen. If it was all true to the smallest details then even through my rage I had to concede she might have a point. So far as I had read she had been tricked or coerced into every situation where she had cheated on me. Was I so angry just because I was not the only one to have known the pleasure of her body? It could be that. It could also be because I was enraged that life seemed to have conspired to ensure I was not there to protect this girl of my dreams on the occasions when she really needed me. So was I angry with Jasmin for a great betrayal three years ago? You bet I was. But what Jasmin had just said sort of indicated to me that like other incidents that had occurred while I had known her, there could be a very plausible explanation in this at once enlightening, erotic and heartbreaking diary that she had kept of these incidents. Jasmin might believe I had read all of the diary and now knew everything of what had happened and why. But I hadn't. I had read only a portion after three days because I was trying to weigh in the scales of my mind the veracity of what I read with the depth of feeling I still had for her. And I think Jasmin suspected now that I was still as in love with her as I had been from the beginning. Jasmin's education was not the highest and her live and let live nature might cause her to trust too easily. But she was not stupid. She knew me well and probably had a good idea, at least subconsciously given my explosion, that I still loved her deeply. I could not relent with her yet though. I hadn't read all the diary yet and didn't know what hurtful details might yet be revealed. I still needed to learn whatever I could from Jasmin if I could keep her rattled. I had been silent for a while. I could use that. I turned a hard stare onto Jasmin. "Please Damien..." Her lip was quivering and I only then realised that Jasmin was about to break down again. She had been crying a lot the last three days. This was different because Jasmin was not just wallowing in self pity but, I realised later, trying to reach past my bitterness of the last three years. "I also have suffered," she said. "Please Damien," she pleaded again. "Consider me well punished for betraying, for sullying our family. You threw me out. You divorced me..." Ahhh, here it was. Should I tell her or not? I considered for a moment and decided to trust to instinct (and also hoped that further reading of that damn diary would bear out my faith). In short my heart won out over my head. I guess my heart was still hotter for her than even my head was for recrimination at that moment. "No I didn't," I said quietly. "Damien you sent me away from my son," she continued. And then, "What did you say?" "I haven't divorced you, Jasmin." Watching the play of emotion over her beautiful, teary face, was amazing. The tears didn't so much freeze as evaporate with one furious wipe of her slim fingered hand. The quivering of her lip was not now a prelude to sobbing but threatened a broad smile. Jasmin just wasn't sure I think if I would yet tolerate her long lost smile. "Jasmin, I sent you a copy of the divorce kit I filled out. But I never went to the Family Law Court and never had the decree of divorce made. I know you didn't. We're still married, Jasmin." I watched her, more than willing at that moment to see her pearly whites. "That bastard," Jasmin said. Her gaze seemed to be looking inward, her expression clouded and furious. "Mark said that booklet meant I was divorced." Her expression transformed then. The tenseness abruptly left Jasmin's features. She blushed. I hadn't seen her colour like that for so long. It was so endearing and that did it for me. Jasmin had blushed because she knew she could no longer hold back that smile. And when it appeared, the grin across her face was full blown. She had seen the quirk to my own mouth, the hint of my smile and with new confidence Jasmin stood up from the dining chair. I crushed her against me. Feeling her in my arms again was indescribable. Then I was kissing her. Those lovely soft lips parted under mine. Jasmin's tongue met mine after so long apart and I never knew love would be so sweetly painful. Jasmin's arms never moved from my neck until they had to in order to allow me to pull her t-shirt off over her head. Her white bra was not padded. As far as I knew she hadn't had one of those padded bras since she was twenty one. In any case, Jasmin encouraged me with, "Go on," as I unfastened her bra and pushed the straps down her arms. Her nipples had already hardened. I wasted no more time in engulfing one with my mouth. Damn, but she tastes sweet, she always has. Jasmin gasped and wilted. I carried her out of the breakfast room, through the kitchen, down the hall and into her bedroom. It was so nice carrying her, having her in my arms again. Then I threw her on the bed. Jasmin giggled and that was music to my ears. She reached under her crimped cloth skirt and drew a tiny pair of red panties down her shapely legs. I was furiously tugging my track pants off. I think I ripped my t-shirt in my haste. She left her skirt on, knowing very well how I liked her in some clothing from time to time when we had wild sex. I think I still had my socks on when I dived on the bed next to my wife. I refastened my mouth on her nipple and my hands rubbed and squeezed her breasts. Jasmin was squirming around. "Oh, Damien," she was moaning already. Jasmin was so worked up. I could never have enough of her. She has always been so hot and loves sex. "Yes, ohhh," she whimpered. She was cumming already. Jasmin's body was arching beneath me. Her hands rubbed over my back and settled in my hair, pressing my face into her beautiful breasts. I redoubled my efforts, alternating the nipples I was sucking on. Jasmin was really writhing around on the bed now. Her moans were really great to hear. Her hands were rubbing up and down my back, periodically clutching at my shoulders. It had been so long without her doing that. I saw her left leg moving wide apart on the bed. She was so hot. I didn't want to fuck her like she wanted yet though. I kept licking her breasts and nipples as I let one hand slide up her chest to her lovely long neck. I began rhythmically pumping my hand up and down Jasmin's throat, clenching and releasing my grip as I did so. I knew that also drove her wild, letting total control of her very life rest in my hands. Her arms hung limp on my back allowing me to treat her as I wished. "Damien," she managed to gasp. It was almost a gurgle. "Fuck me," she whispered. Making love was one of those rare times that Jasmin might allow herself to swear. Even then she usually whispered as she had just done. "Maybe later," I said between slurps of her breasts. Jasmin groaned again then. She knew I did not intend for this to end quickly as she wanted. I felt her right leg against me, also trying to spread wide on the bed. I moved my right hand over her skirt and pressed the cloth against her pussy while my left hand continued to work her throat over. Beneath the material I could feel Jasmin's body trying to grind against me. Her arms remained relatively limp, just quivering a little against my back. I left the skirt alone then and shifted the attention of my hand to her glorious legs. Her flesh was so smooth and still so firm beneath my hand. I rubbed her from the bottom of the skirt over the rest of her right thigh, over her knee and down her shin. I didn't mention Jasmin's feet before. She has quite small feet, contrasting pink underneath with the light tan of the rest of her. As sensitive as her nipples are is how ticklish Jasmin's feet are. I couldn't resist of course. Jasmin squealed and kicked out as I ran one fingernail along the bottom of her foot. I realised then how much I had also missed Jasmin's happy squealing. I let her foot go and ran my hand freely over her leg, both calming her and loving her silky feel. When I reached her skirt I resisted letting my hand roam beneath, instead running over the cloth to rub her mons through the skirt once more. Jasmin pushed up against my hand. Her frustration was causing her to be a little overt. She was really heated to be so active when I had only just started with her. "Please..." she whimpered. "Please what darling?" I asked her, whispering. "Mmm, I like the sound of that." Jasmin was quiet for a while then, seeming to be basking in me whispering that to her. I kept rubbing her through her skirt. My other hand was enjoying feeling her stomach and ribcage, so silky smooth and so missed these past years. "Get inside me," she purred eventually. "Can't you feel how hot you have made me. Smell my musk, Damien. I need you in me." "Ah," I demurred. "Teasing you is so much fun." I stopped rubbing her through her skirt. My tongue remained lathering her breasts as my hand slowly travelled down the skirt toward her bare thigh. Once on her bare leg I let my hand wander around to her inner thigh and slid slowly up under her skirt. Jasmin's legs spread further. Yes I could smell the heady centre of her. I flipped the skirt over on her thigh. I couldn't see her pussy where my head was and I really wanted to keep on teasing her nipples anyway. My hand on her thigh slid slowly up to the juncture at the top of her leg. Beneath my mouth on her breast I felt Jasmin inhale deeply and hold her breath. My hand slid up over her leg and around onto her belly. Jasmin sighed with frustration. She let out that held breath. "Oh, put your finger in me. Make me cum on your hand," she was whispering again. "Do it to me however you want." Well with an invitation like that what's a man to do? On my knees I moved up the bed. Jasmin put her hands on my member. There was no work for her to do though. I could never be any stiffer than I was already. I think I was aching with the need to be inside her. I was just prolonging it to heighten everything for both of us, especially after so long apart. There was another reason but I didn't want to spoil anything at this point. Jasmin went along with prolonging things; we had often denied each other until one of us could no longer stand it. So she waited, despite her desperate need. She slowly wanked me. I caressed her face as she did so and then ran my fingernails backward through her hair. As I felt her slinky hair pass by my fingers and enjoyed feeling her scalp, Jasmin just looked up at me, her eyes momentarily diverted from my dick. "I have always loved you," she whispered. "Fuck my mouth now." Of course I obliged, my prior determination that I hadn't mentioned to her yet, faltering. Jasmin turned on her side and took me into her mouth. I held her head gently as I thrust further into her mouth. With barely a gag, Jasmin let me penetrate into her throat. Years of practice had made her expert at blowing me. Jasmin had developed a method for sucking my dick that was beyond compare. She was running her tongue around me at the same time as her lips slid up and down my shaft. After the first couple of gags, leaving and re-entering Jasmin's throat was easy and very pleasurable as she sucked me down. Sucking my dick was actually something that she had once confessed that she didn't like doing too much as she thought I penetrated her throat too far. But it was something she had perfected over the years just for my pleasure. Jasmin liked the taste of and to swallow my cum but even though she had grown accustomed to my dick in her mouth she still had little care for it. Of course her not liking it made it so much more erotic to do to her. I knew I would not last long as I had gone so long without her talented mouth. When I felt the first twinge of impending explosion I started pulling out of her throat. Jasmin, however, put her arms around me and pulled me against her. There was no holding back then. I started coming down her throat. After the first few spurts Jasmin pushed her mouth back a little to take the last of my cum in her mouth. When I was done she let my dick slip from her mouth. Jasmin's eyes were closed and I could see the movement on her eyelids of her eyes as they moved around. She used to do that as she tasted and swallowed my cum. Opening her eyes, Jasmin said, "Erm, yum. I have always loved your taste." "I'll have more for you, Jasmin. Later," I added. "Soon," she said to the contrary. "Get back in my mouth. I'll get you hard again." Truth to tell although my dick was softening, I was so turned on that I would be hard soon. Jasmin's soft thick lips recaptured my dick and took just my head back in. She sucked me until my eyes were losing focus. The second time I could last much longer than when I'm in her pussy. When she squeezes me with her vaginal muscles it is impossible to last long. Almost as good as her pussy muscles are her talented tongue and sucking ability. Before she could suck me down her throat again I pulled my member back out of her mouth. I stepped off the side of the bed and went to the bedside table drawer where I had left some condoms. They were still there. When I turned back to her I caught a brief look of sadness on her face. But she nodded. "Yes you should," Jasmin murmured. "You don't know who has been fucking me lately or who else they have fucked." She was being deliberately hard on herself. I didn't say anything though because really, it was true enough. However, I didn't want that to totally kill the mood. I handed the condom to Jasmin. "Here, darling," I said. "You do it. I don't know exactly what to do with this thing." There were a myriad of things that Jasmin could have said; she might have asked why I had the condoms; she might have condemned me for virtually suggesting that she must know how to put a condom on a man; she might have asked why didn't I wear it when she had me in her mouth. But Jasmin didn't say any of those things. She smiled and in the spirit of the moment my wife said, "I'm amazed you can tie your own shoelaces. Give me that." Jasmin ripped the packet with her lovely ivory teeth and pushed me back onto the bed. She pulled her skirt off and straddled me. Her pussy is so beautiful. She had a little tuft of hair at the top of her slit and the rest was clean shaven. Nice. As far as I knew she hadn't done that for years. Jasmin's soft hands took a hold of me. With the condom on, she wasn't going to wait any longer and lowered herself onto me. I watched her face as she impaled herself. Jasmin watched me as she slid down in one slow movement. Her eyelashes fluttered and she shuddered when her body came to rest on mine. "Yesss, Damien. This is where I belong. Don't send me away again." "Jasmin," I said, exasperated at last. "Shutup." I held onto her hips as she started to move on me. Watching her move her body up and down on me, watching her breasts rise and fall, watching her tongue tease out of her lips as she watched me was very hot. She didn't say anything else. But her breathing quickened and Jasmin's sighs were vocal enough. I left one hand on her silky hip and used the other to rub her breasts and twist her nipples around. It had been so long since we were together that even with a layer of plastic between us, the pleasure of our union, the emotion of our reunion was just too much for either of us to last long, not withstanding that I was on my second wind. Jasmin: Now Married, Then Guilty Jasmin's sighs became little squeals and she was really thumping up and down on me. I had to leave her breasts alone because I needed both hands to hold onto her hips. I was ready to give up on trying to hold back my own release. Jasmin's pussy was as talented as I remembered, rhythmically squeezing my dick. There is nothing on this earth as pleasurable as her pussy. Jasmin caught her breath briefly and stilled on me. She leaned back and I felt her hair waving back and forth over my legs. Just as I moved one hand up her body back to those glorious nipples she was moving again, slowly grinding around on me as she kept leaning back. I could see her tongue lolling out of her open mouth but I couldn't see Jasmin's face, her head hung back too far. Running my hand over her wide hips, up over her always slim waist, over her silky belly and grasping her perky breasts is heavenly stimulation - all part of the pleasure that is Jasmin. Jasmin's slow undulations were increasing in intensity. She made a low moan, her hands going to my legs behind her to hold herself up. I just love seeing her in the throes... Her movements began to increase against me, Jasmin grinding her pussy into my groin. She quickly became frantic, her ongoing squeals the best music for my ears. Then I was cumming also. Finding release in Jasmin after so long without her felt just like coming home. But blowing my nuts in the condom was not so satisfying as in her. However, Jasmin didn't seem to notice as much as I did, still writhing around on me. I held her as she thrashed out the last of her orgasm and then pulled her to me. She let herself lie flat, her long nipples bullet hard against my chest. We looked at each other, neither of us willing to say anything that would end the moment. After a bit she rolled off of me and lay beside me on the bed. We slept for a while. Later, cuddling on the bed, we talked. Jasmin agreed that she needed to get herself tested. I told her to take the Lexus to the doctor tomorrow and I would drive her car. That way she shouldn't be bothered out and about by herself as any of the men formerly involved with her would be looking for her Mazda. I told her not to expect that I had taken her back just yet. "Let's just say that for now you are on trial," I said. I also wanted to finish her diary and then talk with her more seriously about our situation. Jasmin warned me that as she had written more about her experiences she had gradually became more detailed as she relived them, getting herself heated with her own eroticism. I said I had already noticed that. It was nice to see she could still be embarrassed. I laughed seeing her colour, telling her that she had always been a sensual girl. "After all," I said. "You've been here for three days now and I am at the end of my tether. How long did you imagine you could parade your sultry self around here before I jumped all over-" Jasmin shut 'me' up then with her mouth over mine. Of course that had been her plan all along. We ended up in another passionate embrace and rolling around on the bed. By nightfall a new packet of condoms was required. Sex is the best with Jasmin. It's never been better with anyone else. But it isn't enough of course for a relationship. Love is enough but when trust has been destroyed then love can die. According to Jasmin the reasons were all in her secret diary. I had said to her that reasons were not enough to rekindle lost love. She was upset then of course, thinking that we had rekindled something in bed today. I told her of course that she was still the most desirable chick on the planet, but while she had that saucy smile on her face I added that desire for her has never been an issue for me, her demonstrable lack of loyalty was the issue. As for resurrecting our love from the ashes, I told her that was entirely up to her actions. I would finish reading her secret diary and then if circumstances between us were right we could commence a probationary period of undisclosed duration, entirely up to myself. Jasmin tried to agree conditionally. Her condition was being able to see eleven year old Gregory. But I refused, only saying that if we were going to stay together she would at least see him before his twelfth birthday, only two months hence. Tears in her eyes, she agreed to that, knowing that any other way would mean we were all over for good. After having some dinner (I think Jasmin cooked a tom yum thai dish which would ordinarily be a good reason of itself to keep her around) I went upstairs by myself to keep reading the diary. I both loved and hated how detailed Jasmin's diary was. The detail was explicit, both emotionally erotic and painful but it also made the read quite a bit longer than you would expect from a diary. Perhaps she might have called them something else; journal was suggested by one US anon; but Jasmin was only eighteen at the time and as she already kept a regular diary, she just named it another diary. Since she started writing it after she had known me for a time and I was already writing, Jasmin decided to take a much more vivid approach. Her language is as you would expect from an eighteen year old and I've edited some of it while still remaining true to her experiences. I think the style she chose to use came from reading the letters in penthouse and fiesta magazines. She never admitted they were turning her on but she never failed to ask me if I had any new ones she could read. The following I read after leaving Jasmin downstairs. Unlike her regular diaries, Jasmin's Diary of my Guilt was written in only when she had something she did not want to confess to anyone, hence it jumps from episode to episode without much regard to dates. I know when the incidents took place (so far) but I rewrite it as much as I can in her style. She as much admitted to me that she relives her experiences when she reads her diary. Otherwise why would she write about them? If we stay together I will have to somehow deal with that. * * * Every time I open you, Diary of my Guilt, to write something I see those words that Rick has written inside the front cover. Shamefully, they are proving to be true:- -- To the beautiful Jasmin, The absolute hottest slut ever. The finest piece of arse anyone has ever fucked, Rick -- I think I'll liquid paper it out soon, it's very annoying. On the bright side I have not seen or heard from Ed in a month. I can't forget him but I think he hasn't bothered me because, if he has the recent photos of me in his son's room, then he knows that I know about his hidden camera. If he tries to blackmail me with more photos I can tell Rick that his father secretly photographs his room. So that problem is fixed, I hope. Two nights ago Linda had her birthday party. She is nineteen now. I really wanted Damien to go with me. He was on night shift again (I think Damien might have pissed off the roster clerk at his station) and at the start of a set of them so he wasn't keen on Linda's party. I convinced him to go and said we could leave early. I had been planning on telling Linda about Damien asking me to marry him and me agreeing, but lately I don't know about trusting my friend too much. So at the time I hadn't told anyone that I was engaged to be married. Linda had been acting a bit funny with me lately. Sometimes she was the same old fun Linda from school. Other times she has been pretty nasty, usually when we talk about our boyfriends. Craig told her he was assaulted coming back late from the corner store and that's when his leg was broken. Sometimes Linda seems angry with me over Craig. I should tell her how he raped me at the pool and tried to again at Ed's house. But I thought if I told her the truth she would tell Craig they were over and Linda loves Craig so much. Little did I know how much Linda really loves Craig and would believe whatever he said over me. Damien loves me in a skirt or dress so I wore a knee length purple skirt with a white laced bodice blouse for him that night. While we were driving there I wanted to take his dick out and suck him. It is so nice. But it's still hard for me to start doing things like that. It's much better when Damien asks me to suck him. I love it then. But Damien wanted to play with my legs during the drive. When his hand went inside my wet panties and he started fingering me I forgot all about sucking his dick. I love that too. I can never ask him to do it to me because it's too embarrassing. But letting him finger me when he wants to feels really good. There was an old bloke that met us at Linda's door. The porch light was off so I couldn't see him properly. Actually it's her mother's house and her mother was away with her boyfriend for the weekend so Linda had the place to herself for her party Saturday night. It's a three bedroom place with a large covered entertainment area out the back and the party was mostly there. "Do come in, Jasmin," and he was taking my hand inside his. His hand held mine quite hard, holding on much too tightly until I was inside and he let me go. I knew the voice and the guy was familiar. "Ah, and this must be your boyfriend, Damien. Pleased to meet one of New South Wales' finest," he said. "I'm Carl." As Damien was saying, "Pleased to meet you Carl, I didn't think there would be anyone older than me here tonight," I was in a panic. It was that Carl. What was he doing there at Linda's party. Did it also mean that Ed was there somewhere? Were they going to say something to Damien? Was my life with Damien going to end tonight? While Carl chatted with Damien I had a better look at him than on Ed's front lawn that night. He is nearly bald and maybe that makes the lanky arsehole look older than he is. He's in his fifties though that's for sure. I saw his hands also. Carl's fingers are long and bony. I remembered having them inside me that night with Ed. I knew my face was bright red already. Hopefully Damien wouldn't notice. "Interesting old fella," Damien said to me after we went through the house. "Where do you know him from?" I didn't know what to say. There was a large crowd, maybe fifty people, out the back and thankfully I saw Linda there. I called out hello and happy birthday greetings and rushed down the steps out the back to give her a hug. She hadn't wanted any presents, just that us friends of hers would help pay for the party. We had ended up all paying $25 and that got us the DJ until three in the morning. Linda hugged me back and at the same time whispered in my ear, "Who's getting lucky tonight?" She had a weird smile on her face as she looked past me. I looked back up the stairs where she was looking and saw Damien talking with Carl again. "Not unless we leave real early. He's got to work tonight." "Carl doesn't," Linda said. "He's gonna fuck you stupid later." "Huh?" I was speechless. I think my mouth was hanging open in shock with how Linda was talking to me. I looked around quickly at the others closest to us but with the loud music and everyone having fun no one seemed to have heard what she said. "That's the best birthday present you can give me Jasmin," said Linda vehemently. "Let me see the old codger fuck your slut arse." "Linda, I..." What could I say? I didn't know what kind of bullshit Carl had told her. "Come with me," Linda continued. "We need to talk." She took my hand and pulled me away from everyone and into the back yard. My mind was still in a whirl. I had no idea what Linda was thinking, what anyone had told her. Linda dragged me behind the shed. There was a boy and girl behind the shed kissing when we got there. I think her name is Charmaine. Linda asked them to give her and I some privacy. Charmaine looked at me once and then pulled her boyfriend past us back to the party. I didn't notice at the time because I was so worried about what Linda was thinking and Carl being there, but I think now that Charmaine had a filthy look on her face while she watched me. I didn't really notice the boy. "You must really love your little brother, Jasmin," said Linda. It was dark behind the shed so I couldn't see her face very clearly. I didn't know what she was on about now. "Yes of course I love David," I answered her. "But I haven't done anything with him. I mean anything wrong." "Haha." Usually Linda has a nice laugh but her laugh now sounded quite nasty to me. "Yeah you love him a lot, sure. You must cause you fucked Rick to get a toy for your brother." "Oh." That was only the second time that night that my mouth was hanging open with me unable to say anything. It wasn't the last time by far. "There were photos. I had to do it," I started to say. But the truth really was that I hadn't had to, I had let it happen. "I've seen photos too, Jasmin. I saw that you broke Craig's leg!" Linda was seething with anger. I thought she was going to start screaming at me. I had never wanted to tell her what Craig was like. But I had to. I knew that then. "He was going to, they were going to rape me." "You're such a liar, Jasmin. Craig told me all about it. You were enticing all of them but you only wanted Rick and his dad." "No, Linda," I cried. "You have to believe me. They were going to rape me." "Yes, I saw how you were raped," Linda said but her tone gave me no hope that I had reached her. "I saw the photos of you with Rick after that. You weren't fighting him at all. You were clawing his back and squeezing the cum out of him with your legs." "Linda!" I almost yelled at her, something I have never done to my friends. I felt like I was on quicksand. I could feel my friendship with Linda ending right at that moment. I was desperate for her to believe me when I said, "It's not the first time. Craig raped me at wet 'n wild. I didn't want to tell you-" "Craig told me about that, Jasmin. He said you would lie about it if you ever told me. He told me you asked him to stay back and finish putting oil on your back. He told me how you had jacked him off, refusing to let him go until he came. Craig said you wanted to compare him with Damien." Again I was speechless. I think Linda had me in tears even then. "You were going to yell out unless he came for you. You fucking bitch, Jasmin. You were my best friend." "No, no, no, Linda. It wasn't like that. Craig raped me there. You remember how I wouldn't talk to him after that?" I know I had tears on my cheeks then. It was bad because it probably made me seem guilty. "Yes, you wouldn't talk to him because Craig didn't agree to fuck you so you could compare that with Damien as well. He didn't rape you there, Jasmin. Not possible anyone could do that there and not be seen." "Linda, you have to believe me. Craig is not the good person you think he is. He's just using you for his-" I have never been slapped by a friend before. The slap from Linda then was not the only one a supposed friend would give me that night. "You shut up, you lying slut, Jasmin." Linda was livid. I was rubbing my face and I don't remember being able to see Linda very well through my tears then. What was I to do? Linda soon told me. "I wanted to tell Damien exactly what you're like, Jasmin. He deserves better. He's actually a nice guy and boy do you have him fooled." I know I was really crying then. With Linda burning me like that, Damien was the only good thing I had left in my life. Linda wasn't finished with me yet though, not by a long margin. "Even Gloria is honest about what she wants," she said. "But Craig came up with a much better idea. Apparently Carl hates slopehead sluts like you. But he does want to fuck you silly. So if you do that tonight I won't tell Damien what you are really like." I slipped down against the shed then. When I looked up, Linda was gone. It took me a little while to calm down. No one came in that time. What could I do? I had to think clearly, to plan how to get out of there with Damien. I thought then that Carl was playing friendly with Damien because it was part of his plan for how to get me. Whatever happened, I just had to make sure that I left with Damien. I didn't care about anything then except being with Damien. So tonight I would tell him that I would come to Bondi and stay in his flat with him there. Let them show Damien those photos after that if they wanted. I would cross that bridge when it came. So that was my plan. I remember some war quote. I probably heard it from Damien because he loves army stuff. It was that, No plan survives contact with the enemy. I wish I had known then that I was surrounded by enemies. I was a fool. My plan of waiting and thinking was foolish because I didn't know how many enemies were around me. I should have gone and taken Damien's hand and dragged him out right then. But that's hindsight and I didn't. I couldn't think what was the best thing to do so I did nothing. The next I knew there was a guy, Brett I think, helping me to stand up. He asked if I was ok and handed me a drink, "To help calm you down," he said. I smelled strong wine. I was so upset it didn't occur to me that Brett should not know I needed to calm down from anything. The wine wasn't very sweet. Later they told me they were also putting vodka in my wine. After a while I felt better and went back to the party with Brett. Someone handed me another glass and then I saw Damien. He was dancing with Gloria. That bitch. She had never made any pretence about not fancying Damien, even asking if I would lend him for a threesome. I thought she had been joking but seeing them dancing then I was sure she wanted him. I began dancing also and worked through the people to where they were. Damien's dancing had gotten better in the time I had known him but he still didn't like it much. But he was enjoying himself, smiling and laughing. I decided not to think about anything but having a good time with Damien. Soon Gloria left us alone. She knew Damien wasn't interested I suppose. Lots of the other girls I saw while we were dancing looked at me with quite a bit of malice. Did everyone know what Craig had been saying? Yes, they must have all heard and believed the lies that he had told. I thought to go and find Craig then. At least I could give him a piece of my mind before I left with Damien. So I told Damien I was going to the bathroom and I left on my mission. Craig's leg was still in a cast so I thought he might be inside somewhere, probably having some pot with other mates of his. I finished the wine before I went inside. Stupid I know now but I thanked Brett for another wine before I went upstairs through the back door. It didn't take long to find the arsehole. I thought he would be hiding in a bedroom but the smell led me to him. Craig was sitting at the dining table with a bunch of his mates passing the bong around between them. I'd never thought about it before but with the wine I had already, watching them with the bong looked very silly. I stood in the kitchen and watched for a while, sipping my spiked wine. I should have stopped drinking it because it didn't taste good. But I guess drinking wine at parties is a silly habit I have. At least I don't smoke anymore. That was never good for my asthma. When the bong came back to Craig I took a step into the dining room. I was just about to hit Craig on the shoulder when I saw Carl leaning in the corner. That stopped me and as I thought more about what he wanted to do to me, Carl seemed to be very frightening. While stepping back into the kitchen I think Carl saw me. None of the guys at the table seemed to have noticed me though, being too intent on the bong and giggling among themselves. I went back out the back to Damien. Gloria had taken the opportunity while I was away to come over and start talking with him. I watched her for a few moments. Her body language was certainly flirtatious, touching Damien on the arm and leaning close to him while laughing at what he said. Was she ever my friend? I wondered. Jasmin: Now Married, Then Guilty Another guy I knew, Steve, handed me a glass of wine. Urrgh, it was the same strong bitterness as before. I thanked him though and didn't tip it out right then. Looking back at Gloria then I thought she was going to kiss Damien. I stepped quickly over to his side and when she saw me, Gloria just turned on her heel and left. "Whoa," exclaimed Damien. "What's going on with her? She is a little frisky." "I'm glad you noticed," I agreed with him. "Jazz," he said, "We should really go. I have to drop you back soon if I'm not going to be late." Yes, I exulted. I would be away from there with him very soon. Then I felt queasy. I was going to be sick. "I need the bathroom," I said and left my wine with him. "I though you went already," Damien replied. There was no time to answer him because I was hurrying up the steps and in the back door. I turned right into the back hall instead of left into the kitchen and hurried past the laundry to the bathroom. After I locked the door I felt dizzy and fell on the floor in front of the toilet. I knew I needed to be sick but at that moment I couldn't vomit. I waited. It might have been a few minutes later when there was a knock on the door. "Are you ok, Jasmin?" Damien asked me. "No, I'm going to be sick," I told him. "That's probably for the best." I think he might have even chuckled a bit then, the bugger. "Listen Jasmin, don't drink any of the wine that you haven't poured yourself, ok?" "No, you're right about that..." I called back. I could feel myself starting to get sick then. But I was also thinking I wouldn't be drinking any more of anything because I would be leaving with Damien so why did he say that? "Jazz, there's been an accident at work. The arvo crew is off the road now doing reports and they've called me in early." Damien sounded angry and regretful. "I've got to drive straight in. Since you know him, I've asked Carl to drive you home when you want. He hasn't been drinking or smoking anything so it's ok." "Damien, no," I cried. Then I was sick in the bowl. Yuk. "...to go, Jazz," I heard between heaving. "Be careful, darling. Pour your own drinks." "Ugh, wait!" I finally managed to shriek. "Damien!" I flushed the toilet, dropped the lid down and managed to get off the floor and get myself seated on it. "Damien," I called him again. "Are you there?" I leaned over the vanity to the sink to wash my mouth and have a good drink of water. I rested then for a few moments, trying to recover my senses enough to stand. I called Damien a few times more but always no answer. I think I was holding onto the vanity to keep myself steady when I saw the bathroom door opening. I was sure I locked it. "Damien's gone, Jazz," said Carl. "Don't call me that," I said. "Get out. I know I locked the door." I was rocked though. Damien had left me there. I felt a sense of betrayal at first. Later I realised that was wrong. Damien had thought I would be safe at my best friend's home and that the 'kindly' Carl would see me home safely. "Let me relock it then." Carl came in and shut the door behind him, turning the lock as he did so. I think he used the edge of a key like a screwdriver to open the lock. "What are you doing? Get out, get out! Ah, owww!" Carl slapped me and it stung. He pulled me up by the arm and pushed me against the vanity. "Shut up you stupid slut." Carl grabbed my throat and pushed. God, he's another man that likes to grab girls by the throat. But Carl was doing it more to control me I think than to excite me or himself. It certainly wasn't exciting. I had to hop up onto the vanity to prevent Carl from strangling me. "That's it," he said. "Now spread your legs, Jazz." "No way, arsehole. Don't call me-" I couldn't say any more because Carl was squeezing my throat so hard. Damien had shown me numerous ways to break the hold of an attacker on my neck. But Carl scared me so much I couldn't think to do anything. "You listen to me you stupid slope," he hissed in my ear. "Do as I say or Damien finds out about you and Ed, and Rick and Craig. Got it?" I could only nod slightly, his hold was so painful. When Carl put his free hand on my leg I shifted my legs open for him. The vanity was wet around the basin and my right leg and skirt there were soon moist. Carl wasted no time rubbing his hand on my panties. While he did it his eyes stayed locked on mine. Carl has clear green eyes and they are cold as ice. I'm sure he was enjoying the discomfit on my face as he worked his fingers around the side of my panties. I felt him probing along my labia. But he was quick about what he wanted. When he found my centre, Carl pushed two fingers firmly straight inside me. He smirked as I grunted and moved slightly to ease my discomfit. I'm sure the arsehole thinks I like what he does and I moved about to make things easier for him. His fingers were reaching around everywhere inside me. I felt so cheap. "Yes, that's it Jasmin. Loosen yourself up. Three hundred dollars! Pigs arse. I'm having you free." Carl kissed me, yugh and I had no idea what he was talking about. I realised then that it was easier to breathe, that Carl had eased up on my neck. His hand, if anything was then massaging my throat. I had my eyes closed because I didn't want to see him so close. But when Carl's teeth clamped on my lip I looked at him in alarm. Carl was almost glaring at me. Just the intensity of his hatred had me cowed. I was whimpering I think as Carl drew back, dragging my bottom lip out with his teeth. The bastard did bite me before releasing my lip. "Oh, God, you bit me." I tried to shriek but Carl's hand shoved hard against my throat again. My head banged against the wall behind me and I saw like a flash of light in my head. "Then kiss me back, slut," Carl hissed. "Don't act virtuous with me. You hopped up here and spread your legs easy enough. Give me some tongue!" "God, you think I'll kiss you. No way!" Slam, Carl knocked my head into the wall again. He let my neck go then and grabbed the mirror as it fell down before it could smash. My head was sore or I might have tried to get out of the bathroom. But I was still there rubbing it when Carl reset the mirror. I had blood in my mouth as well from my inside lip. "I'm not kissing you, you bastard. Fuck me if you want but I'll never kiss you no matter how much you hit my head." I was determined not to react, to not give Carl any sign I wanted anything from him. "Yes, you're just a whore, Jasmin." Carl moved back between my legs. His hands pressed my legs open further and pushed my skirt up around my waist. I kept my face neutral, expecting that he would rip my panties but Carl just pulled them to one side and pushed his fingers back in me. I felt them moving around inside me. Carl's bony fingers are long and he was clenching them against me. Despite my resolve not to react I felt the pleasure begin. I think my eyes closed when I tried to concentrate on keeping my breathing normal. Carl chuckled then. He hadn't touched my clit until then and I knew I was probably swollen by that time. Every time though that I wish my body was not so sensitive I remember how Damien loves me like that. I slumped against the wall when Carl's thumb started circling on my clit. "Huh," Carl snickered. "There's blood on your tongue." I looked at him and just saw him leaning in to lock lips on me again. I closed my mouth just in time and tried to keep my tongue still. Then Carl's mouth was on mine again. I couldn't stand him looking right into my eyes like that so I closed mine again. I wished I could say that Carl's breath stank or that he tasted old or something. But it didn't and he didn't. I still hated it though. I kept my mouth closed as long as I could while he kept clenching his fingers inside my pussy and rubbing my clit with his thumb. Before I knew I had done it, Carl had his tongue in my mouth. When I realised my head was back against the wall and my breathing was out of control I pushed Carl back. He was leering down at me. My legs were as far back as I could get them. He took his fingers out of me. I am so ashamed to admit that I wanted them in me. I just barely kept a plea for him to put them back in me from my voice. Carl pushed them into my mouth instead. I couldn't help starting to suck them. I could not believe how wet I was for him. And Carl had not even stuck his dick in me yet. "I knew it," he grinned. "You're gagging for cock." I let Carl put all four of his fingers in my mouth. When they reached too far in I choked. Carl used his thumb to push my lips around and then my nose as well. He was very nasty about it, quite cruel with no regard for any hurt he was causing me. My hands were still on Carl's chest I think. But I wasn't pushing him away any more. I wanted to but I just didn't do anything except let Carl do what he wanted. While I was sucking Carl's fingers his other hand had been busy in his coat. Then I found out why. I felt something on my pussy lips, something pulsing quickly. It was quite a fright. Not knowing what it was I panicked and shoved Carl back, forcing his fingers out of my mouth also. I couldn't move back any more on the vanity but I'm sure my body jumped a bit. Then I saw what he was doing. Carl had a small white cylinder, maybe a bit longer than ten centimetres, that was pressing into me. Gloria had told me about her vibrators before but I had never seen one and I didn't want Carl putting one in me either. I was surprised with how easily it slid into me. I think my fascination kept me still long enough before I started to move that it was too late. The sensation of it inside me was odd. It was smaller than anyone's dick that I had seen but the pulsing vibrations transferring into my pussy were feeling good, very good. Carl had really worked me up before, that's for sure. I offered no real resistance to him pushing the vibrator in and out of me. To be really honest, my hips were soon pushing back against Carl. He had to press against my body to keep me there on the vanity. My left hand was pulling against a towel rail on the wall and my right was probably pulling against the sink faucet. I could not help moaning as I came. "There you go, Jazz," Carl laughed at me. He dropped my legs back together and pulled me off the vanity onto my feet before I knew what was happening. I slumped back on it, unable to stand as I finished cumming. There were ongoing tremors inside my pussy. I could still feel the vibrator inside me! Carl had pushed it all the way in and left my panties to keep it there. When I reached down, Carl caught my arms and lifted me to my feet. "Best to return to the party, Jazz," said Carl. I was starting to hate that name. "People will be wondering what's taking you so long in here." Carl stepped me to the door before him, opened it and thrust me out of the bathroom. I held myself against the opposite wall. Luckily no one was there. I wanted to go to one of the bedrooms and get it out of me but Carl was behind me. "That way," he pointed. There was too much light in the kitchen and I didn't want to go out the back. I turned at the laundry and as there were a few people in the front door entry I turned again and somehow made it to the lounge room. Other partygoers had taken the seats there and I ended up on the padded arm of a single recliner, slumped sideways over the back of it. As I perched there the vibrator worked away inside me. I had to get it out somehow, it was keeping me highly aroused. There were several couples on the floor and in the three two seaters I could see. The lounge room was dark though with the light from the dining room the only light coming in. The advantage of having long hair is when it hangs over your face it can hide what you're feeling. I closed my eyes as the pleasure of the vibrator ran through me. After a while I know I must have been sighing with the little cums I was feeling. But with the loud disco out the back and the loud conversations going on all around no one should have noticed. I don't know where Carl was but I was thankful he was leaving me alone at least for then. When I felt a hand on my back my first thought was, 'I hope they can't feel the vibrations.' Silly I suppose now. I didn't know who had been sitting on the recliner, except that I had seen a guy. I tried to remain still so he wouldn't guess what was going on with me and would leave me alone. But no such luck. He took my lack of reaction as encouragement and began rubbing my back. Normally I would have gone somewhere else immediately but not then. I looked around to tell him to stop. It was Peter, Gloria's current boyfriend. I think my tongue still lathering my lip made Peter decide to pull me onto his lap. "No," I said. "What are you doing?" Peter's mouth closed over mine. With him holding me and the vibrator working away inside keeping me on the edge of cumming, I just gave in. I was soon kissing him back, our tongues working in each other's mouths. Peter didn't break lips contact with me for ages. And that was only so he could breathe. Then his mouth was on mine again. I never started kissing him. It was always Peter that started but when he did I just let him and then began kissing him as well every time. There was no hiding from him how worked up I was. Peter stopped kissing me and brushed my hair back to see my eyes better. "Jeez, Jasmin," he said. "You're a great kisser. I've got to see your tits, ok?" I couldn't speak and Peter was soon undoing the laces on my blouse. I think I was either holding his back or had my arms limp beside us, letting him do it. When he had pulled the laces free, Peter wasted no time pushing his hand inside my blouse. He didn't play with the outside of my bra but went straight under it to my breast. As soon as he started rolling my nipple between his fingers I was lost. I had no thought for anyone watching and I'm pretty sure most couples around us were doing similar things anyway. It was usually why people came inside from the back, so they could be relatively alone together. Peter was amazed I'm sure when I started to cum. He kept feeling my breasts and as I came I offered no resistance when he pushed my blouse over my breast and took as much of me as he could into his mouth. I kept as quiet as I could but kept my eyes shut as well because I'm sure some people were watching us by then and I was so embarrassed. With the vibrator still going I was shaking a little for quite a while after. Peter just kept sucking on my breast. When his hand pushed up my leg under my skirt I managed somehow to recover some control and pushed him away. "No," I said. "Enough, Peter." "Wow, Jasmin," he said. "Your tits are great. These nipples.... awesome." Slap! My head wrung with the sting. Gloria was standing in front of us. Most of the other people in the room had stopped what they were doing with each other and were watching us then. "Trying to steal my boyfriend now, Jasmin?" It occurs to me now how brazen Gloria was to say that after how she had been coming on to Damien earlier. But at the time I just rubbed my cheek. "Ahh, that hurts. I'm not trying to steal Peter," I denied. "I've got... I mean there is..." I didn't know what to say. "What's gotten into you, Jasmin? First Craig. Now Peter? I asked you to be with us before but you were never interested. Now you try and take Peter for yourself!" "No, I wasn't. I don't want Peter. There's-" But Gloria wasn't listening to me. She cut me off. "Fair dinkum, Jasmin. I thought you were my friend." I struggled free of Peter and back up onto the armrest. "I was, I mean I am your friend. Oh God," I could not stop a moan as the vibrator moved around inside me. "As for what's gotten into me. It's probably one of your vibrators!" I hadn't meant to say that so loud. I'm sure some of the others in the lounge room had heard me. Pushing away from the recliner to my feet I almost ran out of the room, through the dining room and into the kitchen. There I stopped. There were still too many people outside. Craig and his mates were still at the table. Probably they were on another bong by then. Out of sight of them I lifted my skirt and pulled my panties down. As I squeezed with my vaginal muscles on the vibrator I reached inside myself to try and get it. Squeezing it like that just built up the pleasure inside me more and I could no longer stand. I went down to my knees, holding onto the sink to keep from falling all the way prone on the vinyl, while I tried to get the vibrator out. I saw three girls I knew casually come up the stairs from outside. When they saw me they giggled, watched for a few moments and then went along towards the bathroom. At the archway to the dining room I saw two guys I knew from school days, Wayne and Michael, with their eyes hanging out of their heads at the display they were witnessing. My humiliation was complete. "Oh yeah, she's fingering herself," Michael called back over his shoulder. "Want some help?" he asked. "Wish we knew you like this back in school, Jasmin," and he poked Wayne in the ribs. Wayne didn't say anything, just watched me. Just as another two guys looked around past them I had the vibrator in my fingers. I pulled it out and threw it straight into the bin. Various of the guys in the kitchen were calling out, "Yeah, yeah - What a slut - Kee...ryst would you like to fuck that?" I was in tears then and I ran out the back, nearly falling down the stupid stairs. I don't know if I had any eye liner left by then but if so it was probably making my cheeks a nice streaky black. I ran straight up the back of the yard and around behind the shed. If I could have climbed the fence I would have but the crossbeams are on the other side. No one else was there then, I guess because it was getting too cold by that time. I just fell in a crying heap on the ground. I was still snuffling when I heard someone coming. "Are you alright, Jasmin," asked Wayne. "No, of course you're not." Thankfully he was alone. Wayne is a fairly big guy, a bit overweight and just over six foot high. He came over and kneeled down next to me. At our senior years in high school there had been stories about Wayne and some of the loose girls from the area he had been with. Some of those stories were parties he invited mates too. I never paid much attention and Wayne had never done anything wrong by me. "I just heard a little while ago what you're doing here tonight," he said. "I mean what your boyfriend agreed should be your punishment for cheating." He was crouched beside me then. Wayne was patting my shoulder, trying to comfort me I suppose, when the meaning of his words came through to me. "What?" I eventually managed. "Yes, I'm afraid most everyone knows. Don't worry about it though. After a few days nobody will remember." Wayne was looking down past my face. I realised only as he said, "Jasmin, your breast is out," that he was looking at me there. "But you can leave it out if you like. It's a beautiful breast, Jasmin." And he laughed. I laughed as well as I fixed my blouse and it was good to do that, to laugh. I felt better. I also realised that the pads from inside my bra were gone. I have some recollection now that Peter tossed them away in the lounge room. "I never liked Craig, Jasmin," he continued. "I bet he lied about everything, didn't he?" "Yes!" I agreed, glad that someone believed me. "Craig is such a liar. He forced me. But Linda won't believe it. But wait, Wayne. You said Damien agreed to me being punished?" "Yes, the old bloke gets you for the night. Linda said we are supposed to keep giving you drinks so you go along with it." He was still rubbing my shoulder reassuringly.