5 comments/ 42694 views/ 7 favorites Jasmin: Descent Ch. 01 By: LIPrulz © LIPrulz July 2008 (7th in the sequence of Jasmin) (These events took place immediately after Jasmin found out that explicit and humiliating photographs of her were in the possession of an unknown number of people that knew her. These made her vulnerable to more humiliation by threats of exposure to me, her fiancé at the time. The course of reaction that Jasmin took was largely due to her partly Japanese upbringing and the shame she was living with every day, unwilling to share it with anyone and even and especially myself.) (I have learned of these events years later by Jasmin's secret diary. Only after that have I been able to get Jasmin to talk about them. To answer any question as to why I am writing about these events it is because Jasmin herself asked me to. The reader no doubt expects that all names, most places and times are different so our anonymity is secure. That is indeed the case. To tell me and then read about what I have written has been particularly cathartic for Jasmin. She is stronger for it.) (For anyone else that just wants to read a sex story: It is our hope that you enjoy the episodes. Jasmin is fine with them. As she was at the heart of them she knows how turned on she was at times and also how hot the various men were for her. And there is no doubt the arseholes still want her back in their control.) * At the time Jasmin was 19. Her mother, Lorelle was... ahhh who cares? I am Damien and I was nearly 24. Graham had just turned 21. For newcomers Jasmin's appearance is Aussie mixed with Japanese and she favours the Aussie genes. Her Japanese heritage makes her exotic and her almond eyes lend her a sultry mystique. She is about 5'5" with an expressive high cheek boned face, lovely long eye lashes which add to her mystique and a wide smile from typically full Asian pouting lips. Her shiny black hair was long even then to the middle of her back. Jasmin's hair beautifully frames her face, quite alluring as she turns about. Her measurements then were about 34-24-35 with a B cup holding very perky breasts with long sensitive nipples. She always padded her bras, both to hide her nipples and limit the friction on them. I think the main reason though when Jasmin was younger was because she was too self-conscious. Jasmin's Words I don't know how long I waited in the darkness of my front yard after Rodney left in the truck. But I know my face was dry from the tap water and my shivering with shame had finally ended when I made a move. It might have been 4am. I had decided. Because of the love I had for Damien there was no way I could leave him and so end my ongoing humiliation without saying goodbye. The garbage bin was at the side of the house and I threw my panties in there before going back out the gate. I didn't want my last time with Damien to be too full of lies and my panties were simply in no explainable state. His new car looked great with a beautiful bright yellow duco and that was one aspect of what I was about to turn my back on, a reflection of a good life. I looked back at the house from outside the fence and it was still quiet. No lights were on, especially in mum's bedroom. I walked slowly, silently along the path to Damien's car. It gave me more of a chance to compose myself, to put on the face I had to have for him. I went on the road to the drivers side door and although I knew he had the seat reclined and was asleep I couldn't see anything at all through the dark tint. I tapped lightly on the glass and waited. Damien's Words I woke up to the light pattering of an angel's fingers on the glass. Jasmin! I sat up instantly. She looked absolutely gorgeous in a silk dress that left her bare shouldered. Of course I opened the door to her. She almost leapt right into the car, so eager was she to be with me. Since the seat was reclined it was easy to pull her in against me. Jasmin reached back to close the door after her. Before the light went out I saw that her eyeliner was smeared onto her cheeks and her hair was messy and wild. Jasmin also smelled of smoke, no doubt from the party. "I thought you would still be asleep, Jazz. They said you left the party early with your mum." She kissed me before replying. How I had missed her beautiful lips. "They lied, Damien. There have been a lot of lies during the night. I was asleep in the office when you came by the party. Mum went home early and she asked the others to lie." "Hmmm, I see." There was no more talking for a while after that. Jasmin's mouth was open even before she mashed her lips against mine. She must have just been drinking water because for a moment that was all I could taste. Then her familiar sweet taste was on my tongue and in my mouth. We were so hungry for each other our lips remained locked together for an age. Both Jasmin's and my hands were searching each other. I alternately pressed the back of her head hard against me, massaged her flesh through her hair, lightly caressed her ears, neck and face and generally showed Jasmin how much she had been missed. God, how I loved that girl. Jasmin was particularly heated. Her hands had been feverishly undoing my shirt buttons and she missed two that then failed to resist her tugging. I heard one of them hit the window. I think it must have bounced off the pillar and gone into a vent because I only ever found one and there was a rattle in the vent for the next six months. Jasmin was normally more passive so this aggression was new but by no means unwelcome. Her passion had always been high and easily aroused and this was merely a more active overt sign of it. I grinned and she broke contact with my lips. "In a hurry?" I teased Jasmin, catching her hands as she undid the belt on my jeans. Jasmin let go the belt and undid my zipper. "Want me to stop?" Her sensual tongue was darting out and licking my lips. I undid the belt for her and recaptured her mouth, having my lips around her sweet tongue first as I sucked on it as much as I could. Jasmin worked quickly at my jeans and I groaned into her mouth when her hand went around my member. I wasn't completely hard for her yet, a fact Jasmin didn't seem to mind at all, starting to work her hand around me. With her gentle touch she pulled my briefs aside (boxers were just coming back in fashion) and drew my dick out with her other hand. I was hard in no time then as she kept squeezing and releasing my dick in between working her hand up and down. At the point of losing all control I grabbed the back of Jasmin's dress, reaching for the zipper. Jasmin relinquished my mouth, leaned back slightly and put one hand to the side of my face, a caress really. "Lift my dress up," she urged me as I lowered her dress zipper. I didn't know what to do, pull the dress straps over her shoulders so I could lower the dress and get my mouth on Jasmin's beautiful breasts, or do as she suggested. Jasmin decided for me. With a last caress of my cheek she took her hand away. I heard her giggle (we could see each other but it was still too dark for any details) and then her dress was lifting. That's where her hand went. Jasmin moved back down, the hand wrapped around my dick held it steady straight up. I felt Jasmin's naked flesh against my dick. "Let me," she murmured. She rubbed me along her slit. Jasmin was drenched. I groaned my appreciation. Then she held me steady and I felt the head of my dick against her slick core. Jasmin rubbed the head of my dick along her slit only a little before pressing down and causing my head to move inside her. Even there at the juncture of her pussy she was able to squeeze me. I was still so amazed that she had learned that talent just because I asked her to. Jasmin's breathing had audibly quickened. She pressed against my hips when I thrust upward, delaying our complete union. I drove a few inches inside Jasmin before she pushed me right out. "In a hurry?" she gasped as she lowered herself halfway back down my shaft. "You want to stop?" I returned. Jasmin giggled and maybe the light was good enough now for her to see me grinning. She felt so good, like heaven and so right to be with. If you have been in love with a sexy girl so exciting and so compatible with you that she causes you to tremble whenever you are close to entering her naked body then you know how I felt. I was halfway inside her and her pussy was pulsating around me the whole time, a velvet vice. I have never felt anything like Jasmin and don't believe I ever will. Even then, however our connection was beyond physical. "Baby... Jazz... You feel just... amazing," the last I gasped as she sank all the way onto me. Jasmin took my hands and held them to her breasts. The front of her dress had obligingly dropped. She sat still for a little while and we both just savoured the feeling of my buried inside her body. "I love you too, so much Damien," she said, her pussy beginning to squeeze and release my dick, causing both our desires to rise even more. I could see her better now as the morning light was first hitting the sky. Were Jasmin's eyes moist? It was still hard to tell. I had only seen Jasmin cry once, when she thought I would break up with her when her mother started creating difficulties for us. Jasmin lowered her face to mine again. Our kissing was slow as we each prolonged our pleasure as long as possible. Our tongues slid around and against each other as Jasmin slowly screwed herself around on my dick. I fel that when we are together, the love between us is almost a physical thing that we can touch, certainly we are able to feel a bond that transcends, eclipses all other bonds. When we're together there is nothing we can imagine that can separate us. Jasmin had begun to really move her body upon mine. She was rotating her hips, sliding side to side and back and forth on me and her pussy muscles continued the rhythmic squeezing and releasing of my dick. The pleasure for me was peaking much too soon and I had to try and think of anything unrelated to her and the sensations coursing through me or it would be over far too soon. I tried thinking about what had happened at work, about wether the guy's story about the chase through the bush was at all near the truth. All that the thinking about work did though was take me away from Jasmin and the intense pleasurable feelings she was trying so hard to create in me with her glorious body. I decided instead then to try and rely on force of will to delay my explosion. Naturally there was no way I could succeed for long. I released Jasmin's mouth and pulled her hard against me, firmly lodging myself inside her. I held Jasmin still as a last attempt at delaying cumming. Jasmin was sighing and moaning, her soft tongue making a telltale appearance on her lips as well, sliding all over them. As her head tilted to the side and back I knew Jasmin was cumming. I pulled the top of her body closer and captured one nipple in my mouth, lathering it with my tongue before biting her gently. Then I knew I couldn't hold back any longer either. I sucked as hard on her nipple as I could just as I tried to push Jasmin off of my dick. We never wanted to risk her becoming pregnant, we wanted to be well and truly settled before that so I invariably pulled out of her before I came. Jasmin resisted me pushing her off however, her hands pulling against my sides as I pushed on her hips. As she had never resisted before I had not pushed as hard as I might have and this kept us effectively locked together. "Inside me please," she whispered urgently. At that moment it seemed to me she was making the ultimate expression of her love. For me the biological imperative could no longer be ignored. I reversed my grip and clutched Jasmin to me. As I was cumming in her I went wild on her breasts, sucking and biting the nipples of both of them much harder than I had ever done. Jasmin's moans must also have involved pain then but I couldn't stop and she kept herself pressed hard against me. I was alternately biting around her nipples, sawing my teeth along them and then tonguing and sucking them soothingly before repeating the process. Jasmin was saying things also, never having been that vocal when we had sex before. "Yes, Damien! Do it," as I bit her harder. Jasmin's nails dug into my sides as she groaned, saying, "Harder, bite me, fuck me, hurt me, do anything." I didn't understand everything that she was saying because we were so heated, really grinding hard against each other at the end. But she did repeat, "Do anything..." a few times. After, we lay quietly. The leather of the seat made us hotter but we held each other close all the same. Jasmin pulled her dress back up but not before I saw the teeth marks in her breasts around and in her nipples. Had I really done that? I felt both sorry and excited. I knew there were scratches along my sides and gouges probably at the top of and behind my shoulders but I cared nothing about that, my eyes only interested in hungrily roving over her trying to record every detail. I suppose she really didn't mind either, the marks on us then serving as a physical reminder of the great need we had for each other. I was looking at Jasmin with wonder. She is so beautiful, so sensual when she is calmly lying next to me with her clothes in disarray after cumming. The light was much better now. It was nearly dawn and I could see Jasmin's face much more clearly. Her eyes were a little puffy but the look on her face certainly disavowed any unhappiness. Jasmin was still breathing heavily. Hell, so was I but the look on her face was nothing short of radiant. She had a smile that grew wide with white teeth as she also saw the smile on my face. Jasmin pulled her dress up over her breasts, giggling as I groaned in disappointment. We whispered our love to each other and after a while I just had to ask about her earlier wildness. Jasmin teased that if I objected so much she wouldn't be like that again. When we kidded around some more dawn had arrived. We kissed for a while then and I started to pull the bottom of her dress back up her legs, my hands gliding over her smooth legs. Whenever we were together I wanted her all the time. She always reciprocated. Jasmin surprised me then though, saying she had to go back to the house, that I had to go as well. I couldn't believe it but waited for her to explain. She said that her mother was taking the family to the mountains for the weekend, that if she didn't go she would never be able to see me again. She had to hurry because she knew her mother would be up very soon. Jasmin said she would contact me as soon as she had a post box. Then at least we would be able to correspond and make plans without her mother burning my letters. We shared one last long and tender kiss and then she was opening the door and getting out. Just like that Jasmin was gone. She waved quickly at the gate and then ran into the small yard at the front of the terrace house. She was gone and all I could do was drive back home. The pit I had felt on Tuesday night when we spoke on the phone had returned to my stomach. But I had to go. As Jasmin said, if her mother knew I was there it would apparently be the end of us. Jasmin's words I almost cried when I climbed out of Damien's car, I was so upset. But I had to hold on for just a little longer. As soon as the gate banged shut behind me my vision blurred and the tears were streaking my face. I hurried inside and closed the front door as quietly as possible. Upstairs, I opened and watched out of my window hoping to see Damien one last time as he drove away. I couldn't see where his Celica was because of the stupid palm trees along the road and I thought I must have missed him already as I couldn't hear anything. Then I heard a car start and I saw him drive past. Damien was leaning forward and looking across. I waved but don't know if he saw me. He accelerated away along the street then and I heard a hiss from the car. He had mentioned something about that on Tuesday but it didn't really matter anymore because I never expected to see him again. Devastated with loss, I went and had a shower while I thought about things. In the shower I found it was incredible how much sperm Damien had shot inside me. I also scrubbed myself quite harshly, hoping to wash away the sin of the rest of the night. I don't know what came over me to cling to Damien so desperately so that he came inside me. Most of the time he withdrew from me or I climbed off him before he came. I guess because that was probably our last time together I wanted everything. Damien's sperm really felt like love inside me. I knew there was a chance, the best chance actually with how much he came, that I could be pregnant. If I were pregnant at least I would always have something from Damien, and that would lessen the pain of never seeing him again. I went to bed but as tired as I was I was too wretched to sleep. I had planned to tell Damien we were breaking up but I had chickened out in the end. I couldn't do it, couldn't stand to hurt him like that. So now I would have to mail back the ring that I was still hiding secretly in my room. It would also be my last letter to Damien and then I wouldn't have to see the pain in his eyes as he read it. I sobbed for a while then because breaking up with Damien was the very last thing I would ever want to do. But it was the only way to escape the continuing humiliation. Eventually my sobbing stopped and I slept for a while. It seemed like no time at all before my brother was banging on the door and yelling for me to get up. I was so exhausted but I didn't want my mother to show up at the door to rant at me so I went and had another shower. While I was getting dressed for the day, mother called up the stairs, "Hurry up Jasmin. Graham has just arrived." Just great, I thought dejectedly. Obviously mum had lied about her injured hip and we were going with Graham as she had planned. And what a creep Graham had turned out to be. When I was ready I went downstairs. I put a smile on my face before anyone saw me. Was I really going to let Graham be my future? The answer was very quiet in my mind but I could feel my heart hardening considering my answer was 'yes'. Jasmin: Descent Ch. 02 © LIPrulz July 2008 (8th in the sequence of Jasmin) ---Intro--- These events took place the day after Jasmin found out that explicit and humiliating photographs of her were in the possession of an unknown number of other people that knew her. These made her vulnerable to more humiliation by threats of exposure to me, her fiancé at the time. The course of reaction that Jasmin took was largely due to her partly Japanese upbringing and the shame she was living with every day, unwilling to share it with anyone and even and especially myself. I have learned of these events years later by Jasmin's secret diary. Only after that have I been able to get Jasmin to talk about them. To answer any question as to why I am writing about these events it is because Jasmin herself asked me to. The reader no doubt expects that all names, most places and times are different so our anonymity is secure. That is indeed the case. To tell me and then read about what I have written has been particularly cathartic for Jasmin. She is stronger for it. For anyone else that just wants to read a sex story: It is our hope that you enjoy the episodes. Jasmin is fine with them. As she was at the heart of them she knows how turned on she was at times and also how hot the various men were for her. And there is no doubt for me that they still want her back. It was around the early to mid 90s. At the time Jasmin was 19 and living in Sydney. Her mother, Lorelle was I don't know how old at the time... and who cares? I am Damien and I was nearly 24. Graham had just turned 21. Jasmin's appearance is an Aussie-Japanese mix and she favours the Aussie genes, though not her mother's looks thank goodness. Jasmin's Japanese heritage makes her exotic, her almond eyes lending her a sultry mystique. She stands about 5'5" with an expressive high cheek boned face, lovely long eye lashes which add to her mystique and a wide smile from typically full Asian pouting lips. Her shiny black hair was long even then to the middle of her back. Jasmin's hair beautifully frames her face, quite alluring as she turns about. Her measurements at 19 were about 34-24-35 with a B cup holding very perky breasts with long sensitive nipples. She padded her bras, both to hide her nipples and limit the friction on them. I think the main reason though when Jasmin was younger was because she was too self-conscious. ---Jasmin's Words--- I didn't even want to look at the time when my brother woke me Saturday morning, I was so exhausted. I didn't want to think about anything right then. My life was too depressing. Only a couple of hours before I had briefly been with my fiancé and I was desperately unhappy. I loved him more than anything and we had seen each other for the last time. I hadn't told him we were finished because I thought I couldn't bear to put him through so much pain. But the truth was that I was too much of a coward to openly tell him. I had not even taken him the engagement ring, thinking maybe that I could post it to him later. It was still hidden away in my room so that my mother wouldn't find out we were engaged. Today I was going to have a new boyfriend, Graham. He met with my mother's approval, little did she know the true nature of his despicable character. I would marry him though if he asked me to even though I hated him. Why would I? Because this way was the only way I could see to regain control over my own life. If I was with Graham then no one could blackmail me into sex because I didn't care if they told Graham what they knew. Of course I might have gone to the police, even my fiancé was a policeman. First, I had been raped, of that I was clear and I'm sure the police would believe me. Unfortunately, there were no witnesses that would be on my side from any of the occurrences. Nobody knew what happened to me at the pool and only my younger brother might have an inkling of what had happened at Ed's place. Sure there was evidence of my rape at the party two months ago; I was badly bruised then and of course there had been their DNA at the time. The bruises were gone now, thank God that Damien didn't see them. Maybe some people at that party would be of a mind and good enough to give evidence. But that would put me in court and the newspapers and the whole country would know what had happened to me. Apart from the humiliation any regular woman would feel from that, part of my upbringing had been with my Japanese father and I had lived in Japan for a little while. Culturally I am pretty much dinky di Aussie but personally my feelings, my emotions and reactions to things that happen to me are very Japanese. I could maintain my self worth only by internalising, keeping the humiliation I had been put through to myself. If Damien found out I couldn't have lived with the shame. It was this that was being used so well against me only the night before. So this morning around dawn I had broken up with Damien though he didn't know it yet. When I was ready for the day I came downstairs. My younger brother, David, my mother and Graham were all ready and waiting for me. They were in casual comfortable clothes just as I was. I saw my mother was moving around quite freely and so I knew for sure that she hadn't hurt her hip at the party the night before. I was too tired, defeated and sad to be bothered glaring at her or dropping any sarcastic remarks about her miracle healing. They all wished me good morning and Graham said he was sorry he hadn't been able to drop me back home after the party himself. His meaningful look didn't phase me then either. I said a cheery good morning to everyone and that I was ready to go. Mum checked the backpack I had to see what clothes I had packed. Mornings in the mountains could be very cold and the heater in the caravan was in the middle, not close enough to the bedrooms for me. Out of hearing of Graham and David she said I looked nice. I said back to her, "I thought Graham would like it." If I wasn't so sad I might have laughed at the surprised expression on my mother's face. "Well..." was all she said, at a loss for words. I was wearing a knee length white cotton skirt with a black long sleeved v-necked hooded pullover. With the tan coloured stockings I had on I would be quite warm enough at least until night. My footwear consisted of the hiking boots I always wore to the mountains. My mother was just happy I wasn't wearing a pair of jeans. I had taken to wearing jeans any time that Damien wasn't visiting, except for the party last night, and it was really cheesing mum off. If she knew just what kind of stockings I had on she would have been more worried but I no longer cared. I might have a solution to stop the humiliation from continuing but I had never been so unhappy either and so I really didn't care any more about anything. When we went out to the van, mum asked if I wanted to sit in the back with Graham. She said David would sit in the front with her and we could put our bags behind the front seat. Mum was organising it so I had a bit of privacy with Graham. How embarrassing. I said I didn't mind. I was asleep almost immediately we pulled out onto the road. It was about a three hour drive in the stupid van and I hated it so I was glad to sleep. I half woke up sometime later. Graham said something about making me more comfortable and he moved me around so instead of my hooded head against the window I lay my head on his legs. He didn't smell anything like Damien. I told myself I didn't care and went back to sleep. The next thing I knew I was dreaming about Damien. We were still making love in his car before he left that morning. I wanted to stay asleep because I knew it was a dream. I woke of course and reality was ugly, pure and simple. Graham had his hand inside my pullover. I had decided on a comfortable lacy bra instead of a padded wireframe. The pullover would have to be padding enough. The lacy bra was of course small impediment to Graham's hand. I think I was wide-awake at the moment when his hand pushed my bra aside and closed completely over my breast. My nipple was right in the middle of his palm. Graham's hand moved then and his fingers closed around my nipple. "Wow," I heard him murmur. "Wayne you dog..." he whispered to himself and cruelly pinched my nipple. I moaned, just managing to stifle a cry. Wayne had been the sleazy guy at the party that manipulated me into letting a few other guys have sex with me. Obviously he had told Graham about me. Graham started rubbing two fingers and his thumb back and forth around my nipple. Straight away the pain of his pinch eased and I felt the pleasure go through me. My nipple was getting harder, engorged. And that wasn't all, under my head I could feel that Graham was getting hard. I pretended to still be asleep and rolled over so I was on my side moving my head off of his dick, hoping he would let me alone. How naive was I? I told myself I needed time to get used to the idea of being with him. It didn't work though as Graham had his own agenda that had nothing to do with patience. He left his hand in my top and it was still holding my breast. He stayed still for a while, no doubt waiting for me to settle again. However, I couldn't get back to sleep, let alone settle. All sorts of thoughts were going through my head. It was really decision time and I think the tears I felt under my lids just confirmed it. I needed to do something to make sure I moved forward, to make sure I was no longer under threat of humiliation. Graham was a bastard but I could see no other way than by being with him. Graham's hand began fondling my breast again. I let him continue, knowing I wouldn't want to stop him soon. With my eyes closed I just gave myself over to it. I moved my head back so my face was lying on his dick again. He had to know for sure then that I was awake. My nipples were quickly fully engorged and although I despised myself I couldn't help being turned on. I knew how much Graham was loving it by how much harder he squeezed me, by how his dick was pulsing against my face. My breathing deepened and Graham was moving his hand urgently from one breast to the other. It must have frustrated him as he finally just grabbed my shoulder and turned me to my back before pulling me across him. My back was on his lap then, on his dick with my head on the seat the other side of him. I opened my eyes and looked at him, letting the tears spill down the sides of my head. Graham didn't say anything, his gaze locked with mine as he just dragged my pullover down again and then my bra, exposing my breasts to him. The cool air of the air conditioning goose bumped me. His hands returned to my breasts, really kneading my flesh. Nobody had been that rough with them before. I would be bruised later for sure. My mouth opened but I choked off a gasp of pain. I remember the song on the radio was something from Dire Straits. It was too quiet so I had to be quiet also. Graham didn't let up, pinching my nipples in his fingernails. I bit the back of my hand to stay quiet and Graham smirked. "Ahhh," became a sigh when his fingers returned but then softly rolled my nipples. With my hands at my hips I lifted myself up and yanked up my skirt. Graham stopped playing with my breasts and leaned back to make it easier for me. He just watched, amazed I think by what I was doing. When my skirt was up to my hips Graham saw that my stockings were thigh highs. I spread my legs and he reached for me again, this time my bare thighs at the top of the stockings. I moved a little amd let my arm rest on his lap by my side and I rubbed along his jeans on his dick. With my legs spread in offering Graham wasted little time and moved straight up my inner thighs tor my panty covered pussy. The last night he had his fingers in me and I was unwilling. Now I was inviting him. He surely is a bastard. He never questioned, never hesitated, never asked me if I was sure about cheating on Damien. He just wanted me. At that moment all I wanted was to have never been born. I bit my hand again when he pulled my panties roughly aside and pushed a finger in me. I was wet already so he just as quick pushed another finger in me. Graham wriggled his fingers around inside me. He was rubbing the front inside of my pussy and how I love that... At the same time his other hand returned to my breasts and I was squirming around on him. I was just about losing all my control. "Got a condom?" I asked him quietly. I was trying so hard not to moan. But there it was, out in the open now and I didn't want to say anything else to Graham. I had just made my choice all too real. He nodded his head, "Yeah, pass my bag over." There was almost a permanent smirk on his face now as I just lay there and let him do what he wanted. Graham kept playing with my body as I reached behind me on the floor for his overnight bag. I got my hands on it but just had no strength to drag it any closer. I was taking such deep breaths to keep from crying out too loudly. I'm sure Graham loved how my chest was heaving. At the same time I was also trying to push my breasts harder against him and kept my hips rolling on his hand. Finally I managed to pull the bag up onto my chest, displacing his hand. The cold of the bottom of the bag felt good against my breasts also. He let me unzip it for him, still pushing his fingers in and out of me. I was biting my lip with my need by then. Graham rummaged around, searching inside his bag pretty much as he was doing with his other hand in my pussy. I was crazy with need and when he said he had a condom I shoved his bag back on the floor. I rolled back to my side, this time facing him and worked on Graham's jeans zipper. About then mum called from the front, "Everything all right, Graham?" She must have heard the bag fall down. Graham's hand clenched inside me and became still. The cum that was about to wash over me receded. He held a finger to his lips and mouthed silently, "She's asleep." I heard my brother call, ok and then Graham's attention was back on me. I felt my panties tear and then his fingers resumed thrusting in and out of my pussy. The pleasure started climbing again. I was dripping, couldn't believe how turned on I was. Graham helped me unzip and open his jeans. His dick was hard for me. That was one thing I found out about Graham, he gets hard quick. I pulled him out of his pants. "Suck me first, Jasmin," he ordered me, pushing me down so my head was closer. Even so I was not close enough to get him into my mouth. I would have to scoot over him to the other side of the van or get down on the floor. I didn't want to wait. "I can't," I murmured. I tore the condom packet open and rolled it down his dick. "Screw me now," I was almost begging him while I wriggled some more on his lap. Graham kept my legs spread and his fingers were squelching in me. I don't know how they didn't hear up the front. At that point I'm sure Graham didn't care either. I felt so cheap. I had no other care right then except that I wanted him in me. One of my legs was bent right back beside me against the back of the seat in front of us. My other leg was spread wide but bent at the knee across Graham. I felt his dick then pushing along my slit. I knew I was wet enough that he could have shoved straight in but he wasn't doing that. He was playing with me, teasing us both really. I wanted him in me. I wanted him in me because he had me so hot already. I wanted him in me because then I couldn't go back, then I wouldn't be able to go back to Damien because I had betrayed him so willingly, so completely. I would never be able to look him in the eye again. Graham kept moving his dick through my pussy lips without pushing in. It was getting so hard to keep quiet in my frustration. I tried pushing my hips onto him but Graham took a firm hold of my thigh and kept me off of him. He pushed my leg back further and let my foot go behind his back. His eyes were riveted on my spread pussy then. I know he loved how elastic I was with my other leg bent back beside me. I felt my cheeks redden and was amazed that I could feel embarrassment even at this stage. Graham didn't notice, continuing to stare between my legs. His hand abandoned rubbing my inner thigh and returned to my pussy, his fingers sliding back inside me. Oh it felt so good. I also felt dreadful but nearly free at the same time. With his fingers in me and his thumb sliding all over my clit I was so in need. Graham pinched my nipple without even looking at my breasts and then took a firm grip of my thigh. With his other hand at my pussy he had complete control over me. "You're mine Jasmin," he whispered firmly. "You're my slut." Then he finally met my eyes, at the same time clenching his hand in me. His fingers dug into me inside. It was pain and pleasure both, sooo good and sooo nasty. I came, biting my hand again to keep from crying out. Then I was thrashing about against him but Graham was holding me reasonably still. "Yes, Graham I'm yours," I breathed after I calmed down a bit. "Happy birthday. Put your dick in me now ok? Go on, screw me." That must have been what he wanted to hear. Graham wrenched his hand away from my pussy and shoved his dick in, pulling me hard onto him. I stifled a moan, the edge of my hand back between my teeth. Oh God it felt good. My mother and my younger brother were just meters away from where I was being screwed. The threat of them discovering us heightened how cheap I felt. My foot came back infront of Graham and I think I bruised his right bicep as I spasmed in pleasure and kicked forward. Graham grunted but began pushing back and forth and I was clenching my pussy around him trying to make him cum quickly. I'll never forget the look on his face, how fiercely he was glaring at me, almost hatefully. I revelled in it, pressing myself and grinding my pussy as hard as I could against him. Graham was turned almost sideways by that time, his fingers digging cruelly into my hips as he pulled me against him. The van was turning a lot by then so we must have been in the mountains already. Otherwise I'm sure we would have been caught. Graham held me almost off his dick for a bit then. He must have been ready to cum and wanted to screw me a bit longer. I tried sliding back onto him but he was having nothing of that, holding me very firmly. He took a cushion from the other side of the seat. Then he caught my right leg and shoved it behind his back again, trapping it against the seat. He leaned over me and when he pressed the cushion against my face, Graham sank his dick back into me. I was almost delirious by then and not sure if I was being quiet or not. He was thrusting much harder into me and I knew I was going to be bruised later. But I loved it. I rotated my hips as much as I could about the same time as Graham grabbed and savagely twisted my nipple. "Unngh..." I would have cried out my pain and lust if Graham had not shoved the cushion into my mouth. His weight was on me then also. Graham was cumming and I convulsed under him. He kept twisting my nipple while he battered my pussy. I was so turned on and the orgasm crashed over me, peaking as he hurt my nipple. I was just floating then, no cares at all as I felt Graham still lazily pushing into me. He was slumped back away from me and his weight nearly twisted my trapped knee. My mother was calling something. I was sure we were busted. Graham sat up straight. I felt him slip out of me as he said, "Sorry, Jasmin just wanted a kiss." In my uncaring state I don't know what mum said in reply. But the van stopped soon after. Even with the brief sleep I had had I knew it was too early for us to have arrived. Hurriedly I straightened up my clothes. My panties were beyond salvage, the material between my legs hopelessly torn so it was just hanging from the elastic. Graham was quickly buckling and zipping up his jeans. By the expression on his face I could tell he was worried. Jasmin: Descent Ch. 02 I sat up when I heard the radio stop and the front doors opening. Mum and David got out. She had pulled off the highway in to a rest stop and with my terrible sense of direction I had no idea where we were except that we were driving through forested mountains. No one else was there. Mum told David to stay with Graham at the van and she slid the door open and folded the side middle seat down so I could get out. I didn't want to but I figured it would be better to argue outside. "Come with me, young lady," she hissed and took a hold of my arm. I was still a little wobbly after being screwed so I just let her steer me over to a covered table that had a bench seat each side. She sat me down one side but remained standing herself. Her hips and legs seem to work just fine when she needs them to. There was another table a bit further away and a toilet block across the roadway. Then she started. I can't remember every name she called me and pretty soon I was yelling back at her. There was no way she was going to make me cry. I was sure I would never cry again. Mum wasn't even silenced when I shrieked, "It's what you wanted, mum. I've left Damien and gone with Graham. Did you think Graham wouldn't want to have sex with his girlfriend?" "You're a little hussy!" I might have laughed at her words if it wasn't for how she reviled me at that moment. "You're lucky your father isn't with us. He would have walloped you so hard and Graham he would have... David," she called, "Tell Graham to get his bag and get out!" "You should be happy mum," I retorted, determined to give her as good as she could dish out. I'm not with the man I love but I'm with the one you wanted for me." But I was almost blubbering, hysterical as I thought about Damien. Angrily I locked my heart up again. I could never think about him again and I didn't want mum to think I was weakening. I saw Graham get out with his bag and I called to David then. "Would you throw my bags out as well, David?" "I'm not going with you, mum. I hate you," I screeched viciously. "I'm staying with Graham now," and Graham nodded so I realised he could probably hear everything else we had been saying or screaming at each other as well. Too bad, I thought. "No one can threaten me anymore mum and I'll have sex with whoever I want!" Finally that shocked her I think. It was what I wanted. I knew mum wouldn't be able to tolerate that. She slapped me anyway so I'm sure she wasn't at all pleased with how her plans turned out. My mother walked back over to the van, took my bags from David and tossed them over to where Graham was. "Come on, David we're going." And they got back in the van and drove off. I didn't watch which way they went at the highway but I wasn't sure which way was Sydney and which way was to the mountain park anyway. Graham came over to me with our bags. He plonked mine down on the table. "Well we should get going. We'll hitch hike it or I've got my mobile if it looks like raining." It didn't even occur to me that Graham didn't ask how I was or even give me a caring hug. He didn't even support me as I walked along the highway behind him. I never realised until the following weekend that he had heard everything mum and I had said... Jasmin: Descent Ch. 03 (9th in the sequence of Jasmin) ---These are Jasmin's words transcribed from the secret diaries she kept and related to me by her. I have padded the diaries out, particularly the dialogue for a more complete narrative. Jasmin herself feels by turns shame and self-loathing, disgust at the actions of others and at other times, the reason we are writing these events, she feels incredibly turned on. My feelings are my own but we hope you enjoy her experiences--- Mum was really angry with me after I let Graham do it to me in the back of the van. She didn't want me back home after that. I thought I had hurt Damien too much to leave Sydney and follow him to Newcastle. It would mean I would have to change college as well and leave my friends behind, if I still had friends, which I wasn't so sure about. It seemed I had no choice but to move in with Graham. Graham's attitude to me sure changed a lot after I moved in as well. Mum used to say Graham totally worshipped the ground I walked on. But it didn't seem like that after I moved in. He sure wanted to do it all the time and we did. But any other time he really didn't seem like he was interested in talking with me. (Author note, Jasmin told me this before I wrote this part - What really happened was that Graham overheard everything I told mum in the mountains after she caught us doing it in the van. And Graham didn't like what I said one bit. I suppose what happened after isn't all his fault then even though he became a real bastard. I had nowhere else to go but with him. I didn't find out he heard what I said until it was too late. But I believe now it was better he was such a bastard. Otherwise I might still be with him and now so many years later if he became such a prick I could be more trapped by having children with him. Maybe God was helping me by letting him overhear. But I sure didn't think so at the time as you will see.) So Graham and I only seemed to connect when we were having sex. He wanted it and I just let him. I started to enjoy sex less and Graham wasn't considerate of any need or emotions I had when we did it. Most of the time it was just about him screwing me until he came and then he wasn't interested in me, usually going right to sleep. Ironically, mum had argued with me that Damien would be exactly like that and she tried so hard to get me together with Graham. Graham was what she had feared, almost without care for me at all. The sex we had was not so satisfying for me almost immediately. If he didn't play with my very responsive breasts, principally my long nipples from time to time when we did it then I probably would never have cum with him. He never usually lasted long enough for me to cum from his dick alone. After a week at Graham's my period was nearly due. I always get stomach cramps about a week before my period comes and I didn't have any at all. I made sure Graham always used a condom so I pretty much knew any baby was not going to be his. Just more than a week earlier that was what I really wanted. I knew Damien had to be the father and that was what I had hoped for, that I would have something from Damien after all. But when I thought for sure I was pregnant I was terrified. I felt by then Graham didn't love me the way he should so I didn't know what I was going to do. No way did I want to go back to mum's place. I could just imagine the "I told you so's" even though she had pushed for me to get together with Graham. I took the day off from TAFE college and went to see a doctor. The test said I was definitely pregnant. I talked to the doctor about the right kind of eating and good vitamins to take. No way would I have an abortion for Damien's baby, it was all I had from him apart from the engagement ring I was hiding. So after the doctor I went and did a little shopping before I went back to my new home and waited for Graham to get off work. He was working afternoon shift with the fire brigade so would be home around 10:30 that night. I lit candles around the house leading from the front door to the bedroom. I heard him asking what was going on but I didn't answer. I lay on the bedspread on the double bed waiting for him. At the shops I also bought a white lacy bra and thong set. The white looked good against my skin, and I was nice and tanned by then from lying around the pool in the back yard. He loved seeing me in my bright green bikini but this was new. The lace set was all I was wearing. I heard him say, "Just give me a minute, Jace, ok?" Graham had company with him. I felt stupid. Graham sometimes came back with a couple of the guys after work for a drink outside around the pool. I hadn't heard of Jace, maybe Jason, before though. I pretended to be asleep when he walked in the bedroom. I had planned to start some enigma on the stereo and do a sexy dance but that wasn't going to happen now. Through my slitted eyes I could see well enough, I thought. Hopefully Graham would get rid of Jason and come straight back to me. Graham's eyes widened when he saw me. His mouth opened and it looked like he couldn't speak. He shut his mouth and opened it another couple of times while his eyes travelled my body. "Mmmm," he finally sighed. "God you look great, Jasmin. Did you dress up just for me?" I continued the pretence of sleeping. It really would have been better if I could just crawl into bed and go to sleep then. He could go and entertain his friend without worrying about me then. I should have called him at work and made sure he would come home alone. Graham always showered and changed before he came home. He was only wearing shorts and an old t-shirt. I could see he was in two minds about wether to stay and take his clothes off or go and join his friend. I could have died when, after rapping his fingers against his thigh while he considered, it looked like his face grew a smirk and he turned to the doorway. He stepped into the hall and called quietly, "Jace, come here but stay quiet." The guy was there in a moment. I couldn't see him very clear through my lashes with the poor candle light. But he was about Graham's height, 5' 10" with frizzy dark hair. "Oh, wow," Jason exclaimed. "She is hot, what a body, nice face, long hair... yeah you are a lucky fella." His accent was slow, a real drawl like he wasn't from Sydney at all. "The other fellas never said your sheila was asian dude." Sheila? Not many people said sheila in the nineties, especially young people like us. "She's half Japanese," Graham volunteered. "Her mum's Aussie." "A nip, hey. I never seen a nip sheila like this before." Jason was maybe in his late twenties judging by his voice, a fair bit older than us. But not that much older really. I couldn't believe Graham had invited him into the bedroom. How embarrassing. If I 'woke up' I'd feel even more embarrassed. "Those knockers!" Jason exclaimed. "Look at them buds, incredible." "Keep it down, man," Graham cautioned him. "She'll wake up. Ok, you've seen her, now let's go." "Mate, I'll take twenty dollars off if you let me see your sheila's knockers." "Hey no," said Graham. "You can pretty much see 'em and they're small anyway." I was also thinking, no way. And I wondered what the twenty dollars was about as well. Maybe Graham was buying some Pot from Jason. He liked it. I used it sometimes but with my asthma it didn't agree with me much. And I sure wouldn't use it now I was pregnant. Jason didn't take no for an answer. In a couple of steps he was around the bottom of the bed to my side and leaning over me. He was aboriginal! That's why his hair was frizzy and he talked different. I nearly freaked out right then. "What are you doing?" asked Graham. "Shhh, you'll wake her." Graham moved after him but Jason had already reached between my breasts. The palms of his hand were very light, almost a pink kind of colour. The rest of him was very dark. I couldn't believe Graham brought an aboriginal to the house. I wondered what if he was looking around everywhere at what was in the house to come back later when no one was home or what if I was home alone and he broke in? His dark fingers were at my lacy bra. The catch was on the front. With a simple click and slide my bra was open. Jason just tossed it open to each side. I was completely exposed to him then. "Twenty bucks off man. Ahh, her tits are beautiful." I just knew my face would be red. I was hot. I hoped they couldn't see in the bad light. But they probably weren't looking at my face anyway. Then I felt his fingers on me. His touch was light, tentative against the underside of my breasts. "Careful, Jason," said my boyfriend. "Don't wake her." To be honest I don't think this Jason cared if I woke or not. It wouldn't be his problem. But his touch stayed light and I was determined to stay still. I closed my eyes fully now, not wanting to risk them opening of their own volition as he touched me. He was circling his fingers on me, around my breasts without going too close to my nipples. I knew my nipples would be stiffening as even this gentle touch was arousing me. And then he caressed my nipples. My nipples, as I've said before, are way too sensitive. I barely stifled a moan. I couldn't help taking a deeper breath though. His hands left me then. Thank you God. "Whoa," said Jason. "She IS waking up." Maybe he did care after all if I woke and caught him. Then Graham threw the feelings I still had for him in my face. "No, man it's ok," he said. He must have like what Jason was doing. "That wouldn't do it. She's not awake. I was nearly fucking her in the back of her mum's van before she woke up." Fucking me, was Graham? Well, I would certainly be having a talk with him later about that. "Ah, geez look at them nipples. How long do they get?" "You like long nipples?" Graham asked him. "I don't actually. I prefer em' shorter." Huh, I thought. Well at least I knew now why he didn't play with my nipples so much. "Well if she won't wake up..." I heard Jason's voice coming closer again. Then his hands were back on my breasts again. His touch started light, soft like before. But almost immediately he was rubbing my nipples between his fingers and thumb. Through my slitted vision I watched his hands play with me. There was no fighting my arousal. There never was. I tried to remember what Jason's features were like but I could only imagine a wide big nose and the thick lips of other aboriginals I'd seen around Redfern when the train went through. It wasn't very good stimulus for me so I thought of Damien instead. I shouldn't have but when my breasts are stimulated enough I just get too hot. Thinking of Damien made me hotter. My breathing deepened. Somehow I kept quiet. I wanted him to stop. I wanted them to go away. I wanted it to continue. It had gone too far already for me. My breasts hadn't been played with like that since I left Damien. No, Graham did give them some attention in the van I suppose. That was the first time I wondered what was different between Graham and me since then. When Jason's touch became a little firmer a moan finally escaped my lips. He started alternating between lightly, gently rubbing my breasts all around without touching my areolae and then concentrating on softly squeezing my nipples. The pleasure was incredible. Jason built me up to a peak while he rubbed and gently squeezed my nipples and then when the sighs were audibly escaping he would let my nipples alone and just lightly rub around and around my breasts. That let me down a little ways from the peak before he would return to my nipples again. If it went on for too much longer I knew I wouldn't cope. I wanted to cry out already. Then I felt a light breeze across the top of my chest. The bed moved a little as well. When a wet mouth took my left nipple in I realised Jason was leaning across me. I gasped with pleasure. Oh, it was so wrong. I couldn't do anything but lie there and let it happen. I didn't want Graham to know now that I was awake. What would he think of me for letting Jason do this? I know my thinking wasn't straight, that Graham was also letting it happen, but when something like that is happening to me I can't control myself. Jason certainly knew what he was doing with his tongue. He licked all around a nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. Then he moved to my other breast and did it again. His teeth lightly nipped my nipple and I gasped quietly. Graham didn't hear I think, he was still undecided about what he would let Jason do to me. But Jason heard. He stopped sucking my nipple and just tongued it, softly and then more firmly and urgently. Then he sucked on it again. It was so hard to stifle my moans. Then another nip of his teeth on me, a bite really. I couldn't help my eyes flashing open. Jason's teeth had already released my nipple so I was undone. I shut my eyes again immediately but the damage had been done. Graham didn't see that I was awake. He was looking in his wallet. But the black eyes of Jason were looking right at me from where he nuzzled my breast and he knew for sure I was awake. He didn't do anything then for a while. His hands remained on my breasts, holding them but unmoving, his fingers not near my nipples. I could still feel Jason's breath on my flesh but his tongue was absent. His breathing on my wet nipples goose bumped me. When I hadn't done anything to stop him while he waited, Jason took that as a signal from me that I wanted him to continue. God help me I did want him to keep going. His mouth returned to my breast then. The first thing I felt from this renewed contact was a soft kiss on each of my nipples. I just know my tongue was teasing my own lips as my arousal threatened to override all of my good sense. With my tacit permission, Jason went right on tonguing and sucking my breasts. I was nearly crazy with desire and the need to pretend sleep so Graham wouldn't know. He'd probably throw me out if he knew how much I was enjoying an aboriginal sucking my breasts. Jason stopped then and I felt his weight readjust on the bed and then press against my side, trapping my arm between us. Looking, I saw he was sitting up facing Graham. His torso was between Graham's line of sight and half my upper body. His left hand remained on my breast, gently kneading it. "Man, let me have her." No! I nearly screamed out loud. I didn't want that. "What?!" exclaimed Graham. "To quote Jasmin, No Way..." That redeemed him a little. Graham was not going to let Jason have me. "Yeah," Jason persisted. "Let me have her and I'll give you all the hash I've got for two hundred. That's five times as much as you're paying for." Jason's fingers let go of my nipple and his hand slid over my breast and up to my throat. My boyfriend was quiet for a little while. Was he really considering letting an aboriginal have sex with me for some marijuana? It was too horrible to imagine. Jason's hand reached my chin and his fingers felt softly along my lip. Only when I felt his finger against my tongue did I realise how gone I was, that I had been virtually licking my lips in my excitement. I badly wanted my boyfriend's dick in me though, not Jason's aboriginal one. I needed Jason to go so I could get what I needed. His finger pressed into my mouth. As I withdrew my quivering tongue from his touch, Jason probably thought I was sucking him in. Before I could think his middle finger was in my mouth up to his hand. I tried to push his finger out and all he did was move it around, pressing against my tongue. Yuck. "Let me see how much money we've got," Graham said. "Don't wake her though." I heard him leave the bedroom. Where was he going to see how much money we had? WE? Graham was going to let an aboriginal screw me and then pay him as well and he was going to use my money to help pay for it... What? I was devastated. This was a cruel reality check. I was worth not very much to Graham it seemed. He was probably going to use the phone for phone banking to check how much he could get from an ATM. At least that meant he wouldn't be using my money. We had separate accounts. But it meant he would then have to leave to go to an ATM. Jason's hand left my mouth. His mouth returned immediately to my breasts and his hand took mine that had been trapped between us. Jason's other hand with the wet finger from my mouth settled right over my crotch. It was the first time he touched me there and I couldn't help starting, jerking once in shock. "You want me don't you? I can smell you. You must be so wet down there," he whispered as his mouth released my nipple. I couldn't speak. I moved my head from side to side though in denial. "Yes you do. You ever laid with a black fella, Jazz?" Jason let go of my hand then, placing it on warm flesh. My fingers closed automatically around his dick. Oh, it was so hot and smooth. His dick throbbed in my hand. I couldn't help looking. He had lowered his track pants and wasn't wearing underwear. His cock was so black, if no bigger than Graham's. It was mesmerising in the lightness of my hand. There was a thick dark bush of hair at the base of it as well. "So you laid with a black fella?" "No, never," I managed to choke. "I won't." But seemingly of its own volition my hand was moving up and down his dick. "You will tonight, girl." Jason's hand pushed under my lace panties. I looked from his dick and his arm was equally black where it lay against my belly. His finger searched along my slit. "No way," I hissed. But my denial ended in a moan as a finger pressed inside me. My hand was clutching his dick. It felt really hot. "You're slick, Jasmin. So wet... And you're hairless. You just can't wait for a cock, any cock can you?" "I like sex," I conceded. "But not with anyone." "Well I will fill you soon," he said. "That will cool your fire for a while." "No," I denied him. Jason laughed quietly at me. I didn't get it at the time. He took his hand from my panties and took my hand from his dick then. He pulled his pants back up and made a shushing motion with his finger. I heard Graham's footsteps then just before he came back in. I shut my eyes again and tried to calm down and make him believe I was still asleep. "Well there's enough money," said my boyfriend. Jason was once more gently caressing my breasts. It was so erotic with Graham right there and not knowing I was awake. "So let me have her and for two hundred you can have it all." Jason was sitting against me again by then. Once more his hand travelled over my breasts and onto my throat. I was gone now. I knew I would make no protest if my callous boyfriend gave me to this aboriginal. Jason caressed my throat and moved on. When his finger once more pressed over my lips I made the signal Jason expected. My soft lips parted and my tongue was there to welcome his finger. When he pushed inside my mouth I sucked on his finger. A second and third finger joined his middle finger. Together his fingers duelled with my tongue. "Yeah, ok. You can have my girlfriend tonight. I'll have to go down the street for the money though." "No worries man," said Jason, removing his fingers from my mouth again. "Take your time. I'll be right here enjoying your hot girl." "It might be best Jason, if you don't wake Jasmin till I get back. She might scream a lot if I'm not here to tell her its ok." "Yeah, no worries like I said. I'll keep your girlfriend on the boil like this until you get back." His hand reclaimed my breast then. Jason went back to the light caressing circles that so effectively awakened my desire when he first started. Graham left then. Jason and I both waited, his fingers idly stroking my nipple. We heard the front door close and I opened my eyes. Jason's other hand travelled down my stomach and slid under the elastic of my panties again. He wasted no time, first one, then two and three fingers pushed inside me. His thumb settled over my engorged clitoris, stroking me. I was moaning continuously, the stimulus was all becoming too much. Jasmin: Descent Ch. 03 "Now, Jazz... You gonna lay with a black fella?" My tongue was teasing my lips as he played with my pussy and breasts. I was so hot then and my breathing was out of control. Each ragged breath of mine was lifting my breasts to his hands. Still I refused to answer how he wanted. Surely I couldn't really be thinking of having sex with an aboriginal. Jason could wait no longer to drag the only answer I had out of me. His mouth claimed a nipple and sucked hard. I could hear his fingers squelching inside me. Yes, I was so wet. "Oh, Jason." I quickly pushed my panties down and pulled one leg out. Spreading my legs as wide as they would go was the only answer that meant anything. Jason stood quickly and thrust his track pants easily to the floor. He pulled my left leg up then and pushed it straight back along my side. "So hot, Jazz." I watched as Jason's eyes roved my body. His dick looked a little bigger than before. It was so black and hard. He held it with one of his hands and pushed down towards my pussy. Then I felt him pushing his head along my slit. I came as soon as his head contacted my clitoris. Jason kept moving his dick through my lips as my body shuddered through my release. I hadn't cum so hard for quite a while, probably since Ed. "Ah, yeah Jazz, that's it. Your pussy smells great. You're so wet now." Jason pushed just his head inside me and then took it out. I lifted my hips trying to get him back inside me. Jason released my leg and pressed his free hand on my belly, keeping me from pushing up to try and get his dick in me. He resumed moving the head of his dick along my slit. I was really wet and his dick was making similar squelching as his fingers had inside me. It felt so good but I really wanted it inside me. I leaned up on my elbows so I could watch. "Come on, don't tease any more. Just put it in me, Jason." I was almost pleading and I would have if he wanted. But Jason wanted his dick in me just as badly as I did. He held still above me then. I watched the contrast between his dark flesh and mine as I watched his head settle against me. He pushed slowly in. I tried to lunge up but his hand was there on my belly and he pressed me back flat. As I felt his head in me again I felt another orgasm building. It was so intense watching his black dick going into me. I heard the front door shut loudly. Jason pulled out of me and grabbed his trackies from the floor. I felt cheated. He had barely gotten the head inside me. I was so hot for him I could have screamed. Instead I pulled my panties back on and lay down and he sat down beside me again, his track pants back on. I was cursing Graham in my head. How had he come back so quickly? I received my answer almost immediately. "I changed my mind," said Graham as he stepped back in the bedroom. "It's not happening." "What?!" exclaimed Jason and me simultaneously. My outburst was only in my head though. "Sorry mate," said Graham. I couldn't believe he was now apologising to Jason for not letting him have sex with his girlfriend. And I so wanted to have sex with the aboriginal now. I was so turned on I would have done anything with Jason if Graham didn't find out I had been awake the whole time. Why did he have to change his mind? "Just the twenty dollar discount for seeing my girlfriend's tits. That will have to do you, Jason," said Graham. "I just don't want it to happen. Come on, let's get out to your van before she wakes up." Jason left with Graham then. They were still talking about me though before they went outside. "Once you dump her," said Jason, "Let me know. We'll love her in Redfern. I have a feeling she'll love us too." "I should never have told you guys what she did at that party," Graham replied. "But yeah she loved it. I'll let you know when she's gonna move out." "It won't be long will it, man?" Jason asked. "Me and the fellas are goin back out west in a week." "Whoa," Graham replied. "Just because she told her mum she's with me to spite her doesn't mean Jasmin won't be staying with me. You and the fellas have a good trip. Now lets just settle up on our..." and the front door closed. They were outside so I couldn't hear any more. Just what was Graham talking about. How did he know about that party? I knew which one he had to be referring to. Was he going to throw me out soon? I felt a hollow pit in my stomach with the thought that he overheard me talking with mum about why I did it with him. All thoughts and feelings for sex were gone. I was shattered. While Graham got his drugs from Jason I blew the candles out and went for a shower. When I came out, the house was quiet. I didn't know where Graham was and I really didn't care. He was probably in the garage having a smoke. There was so much for me to think about and not any options for me. In desperation I phoned Damien. Maybe after everything I could still go and live with him in Newcastle. His flatmate answered the phone. I must have sounded upset because he didn't know it was me at first. But when he did he said, "You know how late it is? You do, do you? So you're hurting, Jasmin? You bitch. Well you obviously have no idea what you did to Damien. He was so upset he went sick a couple of days from work. But I got through to him at last and he pulled it together before he lost his job. And you know where he is now, Jasmin? He's out with a girl. Name's Nicole. I think she adores him to. So you know what you can do?" "But I love him," I said. "I really made a bad mistake. Ask him to call me, please." I almost broke down like I had been crying before I thought to phone. "You can go fuck yourself, Jasmin. Good bye." He hung up. I was devastated. I went to bed and cried for hours. ________________________________________________ The next day was Saturday. At midday some of Graham's mates came over to watch the stupid football. I went out. I would have liked to go shopping but I already spent most of the fortnight's austudy on Graham yesterday. The rest of my budget was required for rent from Graham. So I caught the bus into Parramatta with not much idea of what I was going to do for a few hours until his mates all left. There were a bunch of people on the bus but there were three girls in particular that kept making nasty remarks about me, loud enough for me to overhear. I stood up to go forward and sit near the driver but one of them got up and blocked the aisle. She was a big blond girl with tattoos and piercings all over her. I sat back down next to this older, bearded skinny guy. He was maybe mid thirties and I soon felt no safer. He said his name was Daniel and said the girls wouldn't bother me now because it looked like I was with him. I said thanks and told him my name. Daniel first asked me if I had a busy night. I'm so naive I had no idea what he meant and I said I was just tired, that I didn't sleep much. Daniel chuckled and said, "No, I suppose you wouldn't. You're very good looking you know?" "Ah, thanks, Daniel." I didn't know what to say. He was complimenting me in a funny way. I was wearing denim shorts and a small top, nothing that would attract notice I thought. I was showing my legs but so were a lot of girls so that was nothing extraordinary. But Daniel was certainly taking notice of me. I glanced down and realised what the problem was. I had forgotten to put on a padded bra because I thought I was going to be home all day and then I rushed out to be alone. My nipples were making large points in my top. I folded my arms in an attempt to hide them. "Where do you work?" he asked me. I didn't want to talk anymore but I had been brought up to be mindful of my manners. Plus I didn't want to go and sit alone with those girls still occasionally glaring at me. "I'm a student," I said. "Ah, how old are you? You look young, sixteen?" "I'm nineteen, but thanks for that." "Ah, that's good then. Listen, ah Jasmin, do you need some money?" How did he know I was virtually skint? "You don't know me, Daniel. Why do you want to give me money?" He told me that I seemed like a really nice girl. He said I looked sad and he wanted to help me. Naivety, that should be my middle name. I wanted to believe what he was saying. I really needed someone on my side, someone to help me. He said he had seen two of those three girls that had been nasty to me on the bus a couple other times. Both times they had picked on a girl by herself and then left the bus after her. Daniel was sure they attacked the lone girls to steal their money. He said they would probably follow me. Foolishly I said I could take care of myself. The three girls kept looking back at me but I avoided their eyes. Daniel reminded me there were three and I agreed it didn't look good if I had to fight them. He volunteered to go with me and I accepted his company. At Westfield shops he followed me off the bus. The three girls stayed on. I was already walking up the ramp to the shops when Daniel caught up. He said, "Your legs are beautiful, Jasmin." I felt uncomfortable and wanted him to go somewhere else. But I blushed and didn't say anything. Daniel stayed with me and soon knew I had hardly a cent to my name. We were talking easily by then and I told him some of the situation I was in with a boyfriend who didn't love me. Daniel was sympathetic and asked me to an early dinner at a nearby pub so we could talk comfortably. He was easy to talk to and his frequent comments on my good looks seemed just to be his way so I agreed. In the pub we took a table with stools to sit on. He bought us a glass of red each and then Daniel finally said something to me that had been worrying him for a while, he said. "Jasmin, I just want to save you some embarrassment, ok." When I nodded he continued, "When you sit or walk around with your arms folded across you like that you are just making your nipples stand out more." The flush returned to my face with a vengeance. I felt even my neck and the top of my chest hot with my shame. "Don't get me wrong," he said. "Your nipples are really nice and so are your breasts. But when you cross your arms you pull the material tighter and they stand out even more." I tried to get up and leave, my embarrassment was so much. But Daniel said not to worry, he wanted to buy dinner for me and all we would do was talk. "As for your breasts, Jasmin I am a guy. Please forgive me if from time to time I look down from your lovely eyes and face and glance at them, ok? I'm not being sleazy am I?" he asked me. I was confused. I normally associated guys that looked at my breasts as being sleazy. But Daniel had pointed out how I was displaying myself more by crossing my arms and he also complimented my looks, well my eyes and face anyway. "Yeah, its ok I guess," I answered him. "And thanks for dinner as well, Daniel." "Just building up credit with you," he said. I laughed but wasn't sure what he meant by that. We had a nice dinner, roast meat actually and Daniel also bought a bottle of wine. He suggested we go and play the pokies. I knew Graham would be wondering where I was by then but I was starting not to care. I was enjoying myself when I had expected only to be moping around Westfield Shopping Centre. So I said, "Yeah sure, good idea..." When we moved to the pokies I saw that it was getting dark outside. It was 6pm already. Daniel cashed some notes for coin and sat with me. He started me on a twenty-cent machine, "So you don't get too carried away," he said. I was enjoying myself and Daniel bought more wine for me. Pretty soon I was feeling no pain at all. We were having a ball of a time, talking and laughing with each other much more than playing the machine. Daniel and I laughed and carried on about all sorts of silly things which I could hardly remember later. He asked for my address and phone number, "Just as a friend. I wouldn't want your boyfriend to get jealous or anything," he said. I think that was the first time he put his arm around my shoulders as we sat at the pokie. "Don't worry," I laughed and shrugged off his arm. "I don't think my boyfriend cares who my friends are. He wouldn't be worried about you anyway." That was definitely true. Daniel was pretty weedy. Graham would likely kick his arse. I reassessed Daniel then. Wrong time I know, I was too drunk. He really was kind of sleazy, I thought, but he was complimentary and fun about it at the same time. He was skinny and his pointed beard made me think of a pirate for some reason. I laughed about that then and Daniel kissed me on the cheek. "Just a friendly kiss," he said. I laughed because he looked so serious. We went back to playing the machine. After I had a bit of credit up, Daniel must have hit the collect because the coins were clattering into the tray. He took a handful and fed them back in the machine. "You can do it now, Jasmin," and his hand fell on my leg. "Put in as many as you like whenever you want to." Daniel didn't move his hand and I didn't mind him resting it there really I suppose. If I wasn't drunk I might have protested though except we were really having a good time. After a while I felt a bit excited. I realised Daniel was rubbing my inner thigh, right next to the hem of my shorts. I moved his hand but let him put his arm around my shoulders. That at least was safer. I felt awkward for a little while but had some more wine and kept pushing the button and watching the wheels fly round. It was very exciting hoping for the jackpot and after a short time I had forgotten that he was trying to feel me up. It seemed to be just what guys did unless you stopped them, showing them what the boundaries were. The trouble was that my boundaries were shrinking and I don't just mean at that time. Daniel soon let his arm slip from my shoulder. He held me close around the middle of my back for a while. His hand was right under my breasts. After we were laughing at something I realised he was caressing my breast. I suppose I let him for a little while. Understanding that I no longer minded his fingers closed around my nipple. I was too drunk by far then. I didn't try and stop Daniel. Actually I leaned into him where he sat on the stool next to me, making it all the easier for him to grope me. It did feel good and I let him continue playing with my breasts for quite a while. "Hey, get a room you two," said some guy walking past along the pokie aisle. I sat back over in my stool then and Daniel let my breasts go. My breathing was ragged and I needed to collect myself. I was so hot I was close to cumming. There were lots of other people playing the pokies by then but no one was really looking at us. I looked at Daniel eventually as his arm went back on my shoulder. "I don't want another boyfriend, Daniel," I said. "I know that Jasmin," he said. "I'm just playing," he laughed. "Just so you know," I think I said. Daniel put his hand on my back then and just rubbed me up and down and around. It felt nice so I just let him do it. I was really busting after a while longer so I went to the ladies. I was quite proud that I managed to walk straight there. At least I think I did. When I came back my stool was gone. Most machines were busy by then and I didn't see any other seats. "We're both adults," said Daniel. "Just sit on my lap," and I did. He had long trousers on so at least my bare legs weren't touching his. Soon I could feel that his dick was hard beneath me. I shouldn't have teased him but I couldn't help grinding my arse against him a little. Daniel's hands both held my waist then as I continued to play the pokie. Then one hand was on my thigh and the other my belly. If they moved anywhere else I determined I would get up and call it a night. His hands stayed still for a while and we were laughing and having more fun. Then while I was laughing he pulled me back a little. He was holding my breast while his other hand was pressing the denim in between my legs. I couldn't help a moan, barely remembering my resolution to call it a night. I don't think anyone else heard me but Daniel sure did. He played with me like that for a little while until I finally was able to will myself to slide off of his lap. "Hmmm, you are naughty," I said. "I want to go home now." "No problem, Jasmin," he said. "You collect your money and I'll get the taxi. Then he was gone for the front entrance of the pub. I stared stupidly at the pokie for a little while until my befuddled brain realised that he had said, my money. I pressed the collect button and all the two bobs fell in the tray. The little bucket I took to the cashier ended up having twenty three dollars in it. I think Daniel put maybe a hundred through the pokie. I was going to go out a different exit but I considered he wasn't that bad. He just let me play with a hundred dollars and let me keep the change. If he payed for the taxi I could forgive the groping. When I went out the front, Daniel was talking earnestly with a cabbie through the passenger window on the other side of the road in the taxi line. He pointed back at me and I summoned a smile. The cabbie nodded and pulled out of the taxi queue to come over to the pub. Daniel ran across the road and held the back door open for me. The cabbie checked my address with me and pulled away from the curb. Other cabbies were yelling at him from their taxis. I didn't understand then about how taxis were supposed to wait for their turn at fares. The cabbie looked and sounded Lebanese to me and there were Muslim religious items, miniatures to ones I had seen outside a mosque at Punchbowl, fixed to the dashboard of the ford. I'm not particularly religious minded but I knew how Muslims regarded Aussie women when they were dressed like I was. I was glad I was not alone with the cabbie because I was definitely too drunk by then to defend myself if he wanted me. I fell asleep on the way home and sort of woke up when the taxi bumped over the driveway. Daniel had me lying across him and had my top pushed up around my neck. He had even managed to get my arms out and my bra was gone. He might have torn it off, I'm not sure. My breasts were in a lather of his saliva and my nipples were stiff from his attentions. I was so hot. I just moaned as Daniel sucked on my nipples. Daniel wasn't stopping anyway just because I was now awake. He scooted over and out from under me. The ford had a big back seat. My back stuck to the plastic covering over the seat and it hurt a bit as it peeled off me when Daniel pushed me further across. He didn't care I suppose. Then I felt Daniel's finger inside me and realised my denim shorts were unzipped and pushed down a bit. I was really squishy down there. It was funny but I was too turned on to laugh. "She's wet man," said the cabbie needlessly. He was leaning over the front seat. Stupidly I put one arm over my breasts and one over Daniel's hand where it was fingering me. What was the cabbie doing? I looked out the dark windows and didn't see the trees that were in the front yard. We were not at home. "Where are we?" I demanded. I was alarmed but my brain was still a bit foggy from the wine. "Relax, Jasmin. He's right, you are so wet," and Daniel went right on fingering me. "Let me out or I'll scream!" I shouted at them. Yelling help to sober me a bit as well. The cabbie reached over and slapped my face. "Shut your mouth you fucking asian whore," he swore viciously at me. The slap sobered me up fully. I was in trouble. I took a breath to scream and he slapped me again. I was so afraid then, more afraid than the stinging of the slaps. Were they going to kill me? Did Daniel know this cabbie? "Don't cry, Jasmin," said Daniel. He had my shorts off now and three fingers were sawing in and out of me. I was afraid and turned on at the same time. "After we have our money's worth we'll drop you home. It's not far." Jasmin: Descent Ch. 03 I wanted to believe him. I tried to stop crying and think. I managed to stop crying but thinking was almost impossible while Daniel kept pushing his fingers in and out of me. "Don't hurt me please. Unnnhh," I couldn't help moaning as he kept fingering me, then with his thumb also playing with my clitoris. The cabbie just watched from the front. "Sex doesn't hurt, Jasmin." Was Daniel reassuring me with those words? I wanted to die but I was close to cumming instead. "Where are your condoms?" he asked me. "What?" I didn't understand why I should have condoms. "I don't have any." "Geez," said Daniel. "How stupid are you?" "It's ok," said the cabbie. "I have some. They come in handy like now." Daniel laughed. "Yes, good man," as the cabbie handed him a packet. His hands left me while he ripped the condom packet open and got himself ready. The cabbie leaned over the seat again while I waited for Daniel to fuck me. He grabbed my arms and pushed them over my head. "Let me see you. You have a good body for an asian," he said. Bastard. I left my arms like that, frightened he would slap me again. He must have liked my asian body a lot though, he certainly didn't stop looking at it. I looked away from the cabbie at Daniel. I should have trusted my first thoughts about him and not been drawn in to his conversation. Daniel's dick was tumescent already. I heard that too much alcohol could affect a guy. It didn't seem to worry Daniel though. His dick curved to the left of him. It was strange enough for me to wonder what it would feel like. He was pretty careful in putting the condom on and I suppose I was grateful for that. Then he took my legs. I spread them for him and I heard both Daniel and the cabbie voice their appreciation as the light above lit my pussy out of the shadow for the first time. "Spectacular cunt you have, Jasmin," Daniel said. The cabbie said, "What a pouch. No hair at all. More asians for me from now on." The cabbie had a hold of my right leg. He was caressing my calf and his hand even went past my knee before Daniel put his hands on both my legs and press down on my thighs. "Oh yeah," he said when he pushed my thighs past perpendicular with my body. Damien had loved how flexible my legs were and I stretched every day to keep them that way. Daniel appreciated it just as much. Even though they were both about to rape me, I actually felt good about how much they loved my body and what I could do. I'd like to say I wanted to get the whole thing over with but in truth I was still drunk, I was still hurting from Damien, I was very turned on and I NEEDED sex since the frustration of the night before. Daniel spat on his hand and rubbed it over his dick. Yuk, he was going to put that in me now. "Come on," I urged him to spite my own feelings about his flemm in me. "Do it." "You can do better than that," he said. His hand returned to my pussy but his fingers stayed out of me and he avoided my clitoris. "You're so smooth, Jasmin. How do you shave so smooth?" "Please put your dick in me, Daniel," I pleaded. I don't think he really cared for an answer to his question. I waxed of course. He just held his dick still. I wanted to squeal I was so shamed, so frustrated. I lifted my hips to try and get him inside me. The cabbie was laughing. "She wants it that's fur sure." Daniel pushed into me then. In one glorious movement he didn't stop until his pubic hairs were mashed against me, tickling and stimulating me everywhere. "Oh god," he groaned. My pussy was in spasms and my hips bucked as the waves of pleasure rolled through me. His curved dick did feel really good just as I had wondered. "Oh shit, oh SHIT!" Daniel gasped. He started thrusting madly back and forth inside me. My orgasm just grew more pleasurable. The shudders continued rocking me and I knew he was cumming as well. I locked my legs behind Daniel and squeezed, pulling him harder into me. "Ahhh," he groaned a last time. Daniel fell on me. My hips were still moving though, fucking myself on him. My orgasm had never been so long for quite a while. Daniel never waited for it to finish before he peeled my legs from his back and pulled out of me. "Jeez, Jasmin. Your cunt squeezed the life out of me," he said. By then Daniel assumed I liked and appreciated such compliments. With my orgasm finished and my frustration at the almost sex last night now satisfied, even with such a brief coitus, I was not so willing anymore to do anything with Daniel or the Lebanese cabbie. Daniel climbed out of the back and the Lebanese cabbie was there to replace him. The guy was certainly keen to have me. His pants were off already and he already had a condom on his engorged dick. The Lebanese was shorter than I had thought, probably about my size but he was a lot thicker than me. His dick was a little smaller than I was used to but looked very hard. Listen to me being used to dicks already. The cabbie took hold of my calves and pushed my legs back against my side. I think he was impressed when I was in no discomfort. "Yes, you sure are made to fuck, my asian slut," he hissed at me. How he seemed to despise me. The venom in his voice was remarkable. The cabbie's hands moved over my body then. He wanted to squeeze and pinch every inch of me it seemed. Soon I was gasping from some of the painful pinches he put on my breasts and nipples. His dick stayed hard throughout. When the cabbie was finished with my breasts his attention shifted lower on my body. First he was grasping and pulling at the flesh of my belly. There were red marks there and on my breasts like welts as if I had been whipped. His attention moved then to my pussy. The cabbie started by pinching one side and pulling on the other labia. The pain was so intense I squealed. I tried to kick him in the face then. The cabbie batted my leg aside. My left leg got through though and I kicked his shoulder. The back of the cabbie's head hit the car roof. He grunted his own pain then. I was going to kick him again but the cabbie proved quicker. He punched my right leg in the side of the calf and that really hurt. I let my legs fall back then out of his way. But the Lebanese guy wasn't finished with me yet. He swung to slap me in the face. I managed to cover my face with my folded arms and took the slap on my elbow. It still hurt but I think he also hurt his hand on my elbow. Then he punched my left arm hard in the triceps. That really hurt me. I moaned while he grabbed my forearms and lifted them above my face. "Keep you arms there slut or I will thrash you silly." I didn't know what to do. Daniel was in the front seat of the taxi now. I think he was fully dressed by then. He said, "Do as he says, Jasmin, or it will get worse for you." When the cabbie let my arms go I let them fall limp above my head against the door of the car. The cabbie held his open palm up and I waited for him to slap my face. After a moment, the cabbie said, "Now we see if you learn or not." He slapped me. It stung my cheek. There was a crack in my head like a light flashing and I had tears in my eyes. "Please don't," I begged him. "What do you want me to do?" "Shut up," he hissed at me. "Now we try again." While I clutched feebly at the door rest behind me the cabbie spat twice into the palms of his hands. Then he rubbed the saliva in my breasts. It was more than yuk. It stank of him as well. The cabbie started kneading the flesh of my breasts. He was pulling roughly on my nipples but not painfully hard and not pinching me anywhere. It started feeling good. My nipples were soon tumescent and my tongue pushed against the roof of my mouth and my teeth. I arched my back in pleasure, offering myself to him. The cabbie kept up the firm massage of my breasts. "See my asian whore, you don't even know how rough you like it." He squeezed my nipples and I gasped. There was pain and then pleasure. The cabbie lowered his head to my breasts. Most men that I have known have been fascinated with my breasts. They almost always receive extra attention. That certainly was true of the Lebanese cabbie. With one arm he pressed both of mine against the door. To show me I guess that I had to keep my arms there. I did so and he let them go. His mouth closed over my nipple and his tongue licked me briefly, heightening my pleasure before his hand was pushing as much of my breast as he could into his mouth. Then the cabbie sucked my flesh as hard as he could. It was uncomfortable more than pleasurable, especially when he started pulling my breast flat with his hands while his mouth still sucked on it. I think it would have been different if my breasts were bigger. In the end his mouth was only on my nipple, which he sucked long and hard. That was nice for sure. The pleasure was building in me again. "Now if you hit or kick me I will thrash you silly as I have said." He moved then to my other breast, his mouth again closing over my nipple. The cabbie held the flesh of my breast firmly in his teeth while his tongue swirled up and all around my nipple. His mouth closed a little on my flesh then. It was painful on my breast and I clenched the door again in my hands. The cabbie's tongue lashed my nipple side to side I think and it was so good. I arched up again, pleasure higher than the pain. I think the Lebanese groaned in pleasure at the offering I was making in pressing against him while he was basically biting me. It felt so good though. From his tongue I was on the verge of cumming. He watched me watching him. My tongue was teasing along my lips as I tried not to cum, pressing up at him at the same time. His hands were holding me by the hips then. I felt his dick at my entrance. He really bit me then and I squealed. One arm pulled at the door rest while the other scrabbled around until I caught the side of the driver seat. I clenched it so hard I think I lost a couple of nails there. At the same time he drove inside me. That Lebanese tongue was then lathering my nipple again side to side as he thrust in and out of me, pulling my body hard against him by my hips as well. Incredibly I came, the waves rolling strongly through me. As he released his teeth I felt fresh sharp pain in my breast. I squealed. I was sure he had broken my skin. His mouth switched quickly to my other breast and sucked on the nipple. My hands stayed clutched on the two seats but my legs, lying limply apart before, now cleaved to the cabbie. "Unnnhh! Oh God," I moaned. My orgasm continued through the pain in my neglected breast. My whole body was tingly, even the parts sore and bruised. As he thrust inside me my hips rose to meet him. Greedily, I wanted my pussy to suck his heat inside. The cabbie and I got into a rhythm. I came twice more and he kept going while my body was limp. I recovered each time as my pleasure built up again and resumed our rhythm. He surely screwed me for a long time. Daniel said something about how hot I was or he was or something like that. The cabbie never rose his head from my breast, his eyes remaining on me as I went through each orgasm. In the end my internal muscles squeezing his dick seemed to get to him. I saw his eyes go out of focus and knew he was cumming then. I did as well and at the precise moment he bit my nipple. I was squealing in pain and cumming at the same time. I've never felt that before. It was indescribable, the pain and pleasure just overwhelmed my senses I think and I passed out. When I came to, Daniel was fucking me again while his hands played with my breasts. All I felt at first was aches where I had been punched and slapped and sharper pain in my breasts from the bites. The pleasure from Daniel screwing me came through after. Once I was fully aware again my pussy started clamping his unusual dick. "Yeah, Jasmin," Daniel looked like he was also in pain. But he was just trying not to cum so quickly as before. The cabbie was in the front seat again watching me. No way did I want him on me anymore. I reached behind Daniel, pulling on his bum cheeks. In response he also drove into me harder. My pleasure was now greater than the pain I felt for the moment but I needed Daniel finished. Hopefully the cabbie wouldn't be ready for me again then. As I was pulling Daniel against me, one of my hands slipped. A finger pressed against his anus. Daniel cried out and came in me straight away. I had felt an orgasm building but it subsided as he collapsed on me like he had before. Daniel pulled out of me. "Whoa," he said as he flopped back on the other side of the car seat. "You're incredible. I'll definitely be calling on you again." No way! Like hell you will, I was thinking. The cabbie was nodding his head, not at me though. "You're right man," said the Lebanese. "I still don't like asians but it seems they love fucking. They're small," he laughed. "Makes me feel huge and powerful." The cabbie leaned over and took my right breast in his hand. He squeezed my nipple hard until I cried out and then he let me go. Thankfully he was dressed and made no move to leave the front seat again. You're scum, I was thinking. Daniel started getting dressed again and so did I. They made no comment as I searched for my clothes. My underwear was nowhere in sight in the back and I didn't want to ask for it so I just pulled my shorts and top back on. Daniel reached over and cupped my face. "You'll get better," he said. I shrugged my face away from him. What were they going to do with me now? Seemingly in answer, Daniel turned to the cabbie and asked him, "You remember the address?" The cabbie grinned and nodded. "I will never forget it." Then he backed the taxi out of where we were parked. We were behind some shop fronts I think. We backed into an alley. The other side had the back of some unit blocks. I wasn't sure where we were and my sense of direction is still terrible. After a couple of streets and turns I was lost. In about five minutes though I knew the streets and soon after that we arrived at my home, or at least Graham's home. Before I could leave, Daniel took my arm and pulled me close. "I'll phone you next week. Do you do parties?" "What? Leave me alone," and I was out. "Bastard," I called him then. "Only one on one," he replied. "That's a shame, Jasmin. Well I'll still call you next week probably. Until then, take care Jasmin?" Huh. Why did he say that? Why act like he cares after just raping me? I didn't understand him at all. I was also terrified that he had my number and knew where I lived. I rushed up the drive and under the trees onto the path to the veranda and front door. The taxi was already pulling out of the driveway while I was still trying to get the front door key out of my pocket. When they pulled away and I could no longer see the tail lights I started shaking. I leaned over the rail of the veranda and was sick. I must have collapsed there because the next thing I knew Graham was carrying me inside. He asked me what happened to me and really seemed genuinely worried for me. I couldn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell him the whole truth. I really had nowhere else to go if he threw me out. Graham wanted to help bathe me but I needed to be alone. I bathed myself and tended to my own hurts. When I left the bathroom, maybe an hour later, Graham was still up waiting for me. That was nice. Haltingly I told him that the two guys I shared a taxi with had convinced me to get out down the street with them, I wasn't sure where, I told him. Then they raped me. Graham asked if I remembered the taxi number as the company could help identify the two rapists. Of course I couldn't remember the number and I didn't know the number of the taxi I had been in anyway. It was almost morning when we got to bed. We had planned to go over to one of Graham's mate's places for a barbeque in the afternoon but he said he would ring and cancel. We'd spend the day alone. I felt much better then. Nothing much happened for the rest of the next week until on Friday I answered the phone to hear Daniel on the other end. He said he wanted to talk to Graham to tell him what a whore I was. I hung up immediately and the phone rang again. Graham was out in the garage. I answered the phone again. "Don't hang up, Jasmin. I'll just ring another time and talk to Graham. I'll tell him what a slut you are. Will he kick you out, do you think?" "What do you want," I demanded straight up. I don't know what Graham would do if Daniel told him anything. Graham had been good with me until about Wednesday. Then his attitude had cooled to me a bit. I caught him looking at me strangely a couple of times in the last two days of that week. "Just a bit of one on one, Jasmin. What's your boyfriend working this weekend, day or afternoon?" "Day," I said. Graham was working afternoons though. "Great," said Daniel. "I'll come by tomorrow afternoon for an hour." "Huh?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I'll have the police come." "I think the police will arrest you, Jasmin. You're the prostitute working from home." "Ahhh, wait," I said. I had no idea what to say or do. Did Daniel really think I was a pro? It would explain a few things. I told him of course that I wasn't a prostitute. Daniel didn't believe me and said he would come around anyway. "Come in the morning," I said. "Graham's really on afternoons." "Ok, I'll come in the morning. One other thing, Jasmin," he said before he hung up. "The cabbie videoed your performance. The edit is great Jasmin. Don't try anything stupid or it'll get on the internet." When Graham came inside from the garage later I was already in bed. I never thought when I left Damien that I would cry again but things just seemed to keep getting worse for me. I pretended to be asleep when he came to bed. Graham couldn't help me really. "You awake, Jasmin?" he asked quietly. I didn't answer him, staying turned the other way. At least my weeping had stopped. I felt his hands on me then. Graham wanted me. His hands pulled my leg so that I rolled onto my back. He placed my leg up over himself and then his dick was against my slit, guided by his hand and searching for my vagina. Without any preliminaries he pushed inside me. "Ahhh," he groaned his satisfaction. "You're always wet." I pretended to wake then, saying that I wanted to sleep. Graham didn't say anything and kept going of course. When he grunted and came he let my leg go and rolled away from me. I felt his semen running out of me and thought he hadn't used a condom. When I felt there though I found the used condom between my thighs. The bedroom was dark and he didn't see when I tossed the condom over his side onto the carpet there. Bastard. I held onto my anger so that I wouldn't cry again. Soon I really was asleep. When I woke up Saturday morning, Graham had already left for work. There was a note in the kitchen reminding me to clean the house up, that we were having his friends over on Sunday. He also added that his dad, Phillip, would be flying in from overseas late Sunday night. He wanted me to vacuum and dust his father's room as well. I didn't get upset I stayed angry. It was about 10am when the doorbell rang. I expected Jehovah's Witnesses or similar when I answered the door but Daniel stood there. He already had the screen open. He pushed the door out of my hand and came inside before I could react. He smelt of alcohol, whiskey maybe. "I forgot about you," I said. "Get out or I'll call the police." "Don't lets go through that again? Let the charade down, Jasmin if that is your real name anyway. But it doesn't matter to me, just your body does. Call the police if you want," he dared me. "Here's a snap I took of the movie. You can show the police when they come." He tossed me a photo. I picked it up off the floor. There a slightly out of focus shot showed me lying in the back seat of the taxi, my tongue on my upper lip while I arched my back up offering myself to the cabbie. You couldn't see his face, just his hands caressing my breasts. Jasmin: Descent Ch. 04 Part 4 Her boyfriend's friends Her descent ends with no self-respect, no identity © LIPrulz April 2009 (10th in the sequence of Jasmin) ---This is my writing, but it is a transcript of Jasmin's secret diaries that continues straight on from Descent Chapter 3. I have added dialogue for a more complete narrative. Jasmin herself feels by turns shame and self-loathing at what she did, is disgusted by the actions of others and at other times, the reason I am writing these events, she feels incredibly turned on which I of course benefit from. MY feelings are my own but we hope you enjoy her experiences. Also please make your comments, Jasmin has become even more curious than I am about your reactions... We have photos of Jasmin at the time but she absolutely refuses to let me share them. So without them I hope this brief description does justice to the beautiful sultry creature she was, and still is. She was nineteen, half Japanese half Australian, a high cheek boned face, thick soft lips, lovely long eye lashes, straight glossy black hair down to the middle of her back, her appearance favours Caucasian though at times she looks very Japanese, Jasmin is about 5' 5" tall, measurements then she assures me 33B-23-35, which by the way have barely changed now, 35C-24-36. Her legs are very athletic from various sports, the rest of her figure very trim from swimming. Jasmin's bum is firm and sets off beautifully her slim waist. Yes her B cup was very perky, and she retains that perkiness. Her nipples are amazingly long and still are, but pink then unlike the brown of now--- The next day was Sunday. In the morning Graham helped me do the last of the cleaning before his mates came over. We were having a barbeque out by the pool and then they were going to watch the footy. Graham loves Rugby League. I think the game is stupid and most of my former girlfriends only watched it to perve on the players. That's ok I suppose but really it's just a waste of my time I think. After Daniel visited me the day before I had been very moody. Daniel was a bastard but I was so confused about it. I was wondering how it would be next time he came and I didn't tell Graham because I realised in a way I was looking forward to Daniel's visits. Graham copped my bad mood during the afternoon with me snapping over household chores. He never said much on Saturday night about my mood swings when we went to bed though. He was so looking forward to his mates' visit that he hardly noticed my off mood. I like listening to music, singing along with it most of the time when I'm doing housework. But when I'm upset about something I don't even turn the radio on. Graham never noticed when I didn't have it on yesterday afternoon and night. Sunday morning just before lunch Graham said it was such a beautiful day I should wear my bikini while we had the barbeque. I know Graham didn't mind showing me off and he wanted his friends to envy him. I had several bikinis but it was the bright green one he liked most. That one I never wore to the beach or a public pool. It wasn't see through when wet or anything it was just brief, sheer shiny rayon with small string ties, at both sides for the bottom and behind my back for the top. The bikini was not padded so my nipples were very prominent. I was far to modest at the time to think of wearing it anywhere in public. "You sure about that?" I asked him. "What about your friends staring at me?" "That's what I want, Jasmin. Be friendly with them. Not slutty like I know you can, just friendly. I want to know if I can trust my friends around you or not." It just sounded like an excuse for Graham to show me off again, even at home. I was annoyed with what he said though. "What do you mean, slutty? Why have you been so nasty to me lately?" I wasn't going to cry. I wouldn't cry if I stayed angry. Graham rolled his eyes condescendingly. He demeaned me a lot like that lately and I was really starting to hate it. "What do you call your behaviour at the party where you let a bunch of strangers fuck you silly and you let another virtual stranger video it? And no condoms either but you want me to wear them now. I'd call your behaviour nasty and slutty just for starters." Graham was almost spitting the words at me. I knew already that he found out about that party and I had thought about how a conversation might go with Graham and what I should say to keep us together. "I'll go on the pill for you," I said, knowing I didn't need it now anyway. "Wait till my next austudy payment and I'll see the doctor. At that party Graham I was tricked into that, but it shouldn't matter anyway, I wasn't with you then." "Yeah you were still with Damien. You might be interested to know, Jasmin that the love of your life knew what happened at the party when he left. He had a hand in setting it up with Wayne." I tried not to believe that. Damien would never have just left me in that situation if he knew. And he would never have set me up like that. Damien loved me. I was pretty sure he wouldn't love me now but he did then. But Graham was always saying things like that about Damien, like he was worried I would go back to Damien and had to criticise him all the time so that I wouldn't think about going back. Graham played stupid mind games like that. If I had ever stopped and thought about my situation I would have left Graham for sure. But where could I go? My friends had lied about me and deserted me and my mother didn't want to know me either. Plus I was pregnant even if I hadn't told anyone yet. I had to stay with Graham so I just overlooked most of the things I would never have tolerated before. I was just about to learn exactly what I would do for friendly attention, what I would do to feel good about myself. Hindsight is a wonderful thing and I should have kept trying to contact Damien and then left to be with him. But I was in a situation where I was blinded to common sense. So without being able to see what I should do, without knowing what I should have done, I kept making things worse. My world when I was 19 and 20 had no bright future so I just lived really from moment to moment. Common sense is a misnomer because I sure had none. Uncommon sense should be the term. About the party there wasn't much I could say to defend myself without telling Graham about all the other stuff before that party with Craig, Carl, Ed and Ed's son. So I was silent. Graham wasn't finished scoring points against me yet though. I wonder if even then he knew I really had nowhere else to go. "I don't know why I put up with you sometimes, Jasmin. How stupid are you to be so easily tricked into making that video?" There was nothing I could say. Graham just shook his head and left me with the vacuuming. Graham wanted me looking sexy and I was fuming. I decided to oblige him. I put the green bikini on, applied black eye liner and lip-gloss and went out with my dark white-framed sunglasses and a book to lie by the pool. It was a little windy early on so I covered myself with a beach towel. If my nerve didn't fail me I would not only look sexy for his friends but act sexy as well. I wanted Graham at his wits end with worry. You can see already how self-destructive I was becoming in this relationship. His friends arrived all around the same time. They were all single except one. Milton was a bit older than the rest, maybe mid thirties and married. The others were Steve, Gavin, Adrian and Trevor. Steve and Trevor had steady girlfriends that I had met before at emergency services get togethers and parties but I didn't know them well. Milton's wife and their girlfriends hadn't wanted to come to an afternoon and night of the boys having a barbeque and a drink. I don't think they knew yet that I was staying with Graham. Gavin and Adrian had always flirted with me before but my mother had made sure they left me pretty well alone, plus Gavin was too overweight for my liking and Adrian was just boring. The four single guys were aged from early to late twenties. They left the eskies of beer at the brick barbeque and all came down to the pool to say hello to me. I think Graham was getting meat and some salad he bought before out of the fridge while they stood around and talked to me. I just lay there on the pool deck chair under the towel. Behind my dark sunglasses they couldn't see my eyes and I caught all of them at various times looking over my body. The beach towel was big so there was nothing they could see except my bare arms, shoulders and face. Milton was a bit more forward than the others. He asked me if I was just going to lie there or would I actually swim. Trevor and Gavin had board shorts on and might have a swim but the others all had jeans on. I told Milton it was a bit cool at the moment and he told Steve and Adrian not to block the sun from me. When they moved he said the sun would warm me up but I would have to let it get on me. "But I forgot the sun cream and I've only got a bikini on," I teased them. The level of their interest definitely went up when I said that. Trevor asked where the sun cream was and I told him it was in the fridge in the kitchen. "Well don't just stand there, Trevor," said Milton. "Go and get it so we can all see Jasmin's bikini," he winked at the others and grinned at me. When Trevor had left, Milton yanked the towel off of me, tossing it under the deck chair. I laughed and threw my book at Milton. Adrian couldn't help a, "Wow..." when he saw me in the bikini. The others just stared at me. It was pretty funny actually. Trevor came out then with the cream and Graham with a meat tray so they could get started cooking. Milton picked my book up from the slate tiles and passed it back to me, making motions then to shield himself if I threw it again. I giggled. "Do you want me to put this on you?" Milton asked me, taking the cream from Trevor. He didn't even smile as he said it, playing it cool. I looked past them at Graham who cold definitely hear what was going on. The pool isn't that big, maybe eight or nine meters. "No thanks," I said. "I can manage." They went over to the barbeque then. As they got started cooking and drinking they all of them looked at me from time to time. I rubbed the cream in and stayed on my back after, pretending to read. Where I was beside the colour bond fence the sound of their voices carried very well from the barbeque. Maybe the water in the pool helped as well, I don't know. But they were mostly talking about rugby or work, pretty boring for me. But when Graham went inside for something their voices were more hushed. I nearly laughed aloud because I could still hear them well enough. "Lucky bastard isn't he," said Gavin referring to Graham. They all agreed that Graham was sure lucky to be cuddling up with me at night. They only had time to say how they would all like to shag me before Graham came back out and they were talking about rugby again. Graham brought me a plate with a bread roll and meat, sauce and onion and went back to his friends. Before I ate it I decided I would have a quick swim. So I dived in the pool and swam a couple of laps. When I climbed out at the opposite end I made sure my long hair was pushed back from my ears so no water would stop me from hearing them. When I climbed out I knew the bikini had crept up between my cheeks a bit. I waited at the top of the pool steps and wrung my hair out a bit, letting them look their fill. There was no conversation at all. And then I pulled my bikini bottoms out, letting it settle back down on my cheeks. I'm sure I heard someone sigh when I did that as well. The wind was still there and I felt a bit cold walking back over to the deck chair. I stood facing away from them as I dried myself with the towel. Their conversation had started again but I knew they were still watching me. Without looking I knew my nipples were erect in the cool air and they could see my profile and couldn't fail to notice. Dry enough I lay back down on my back, put my sunnies on and turned to my side facing them to eat the food Graham left for me. Whenever Graham wasn't watching them, the guys were mostly watching me. I saw Steve, Adrian and Trevor all with their mouths hanging open as they looked at me and I was really starting to enjoy myself by then. Graham asked me if I wanted some wine because he knew I didn't like beer. When he went inside to get it I was lying back down already, my book open again. The comments I could hear now were much more interesting. "Holy cow," said Steve. "For an asian chick she is really hot. I'd love to fuck her." "Half Japanese and half Aussie, I think," Milton supplied. "Don't you just love those full lips of hers?" "What about those legs? How athletic is she?" said Gavin. "Yeah, get me them legs wrapped around me," commented Adrian. "Suck on them pointy tits at the same time. Yes." Each of them then talked about the parts of me that they liked best. It was funny but it was also exciting to hear. It was like I was an ice cream they were going to devour. "Wish that Beth had an arse like Jasmin," said Trevor, referring to his girlfriend. "Crickey, how firm and ripe were her cheeks when she came out of the pool?" Someone laughed then and Milton asked, "So Steve, what part of Jasmin do you think's the best? I like her lips. Gavin seems partial to her legs. Trevor likes her bum and Adrian loves her tits. I'm sure we all love her body but which bit in particular, Steve?" Someone else laughed then as well, Steve maybe. I really wanted to look but kept pretending to read. It was a mass market romance and really dumb. Steve said, "Well, I'm not really sure but I do wonder what she tastes like." They were all laughing then and I couldn't help but look. They looked at me as well and I thought I was busted, that they knew I could hear them. But Milton said, "Sorry to disturb you, Jasmin. We'll try and be quieter." I just motioned that it was ok, still scarce believing what I heard. I had a familiar feeling building between my legs by then. Listening to them was turning me on. I wanted to go inside to the fridge for a zucchini. They were really careful then and I only caught the odd word. They were still talking about me though, otherwise they would have been louder. Graham came back then with the wine for me. He brought a glass and a half full crystal decanter that he sat on the glass table next to me. It might have been a whole bottle in the decanter, I wasn't sure. The wine was just a cab sav, my preference actually. When I tasted it I knew it was an expensive bottle as well, no doubt out of Graham's father's collection. Umm, yum. Graham poured a glass for me and I turned over on my belly, asking him to put cream on my back. He was staring at my bum when he just sneered. "Go jump, Jasmin. I've been running around after you all morning. Let one of these bums over here," he pointed at his friends. "Let one of them get cream all over his hands." Graham couldn't see my eyes widen in alarm through my sunnies. His friends all took a few steps away from the barbeque toward us. I remembered my earlier resolve then to give Graham more than what he was after. Smiling then I thought over what I had heard said and I had an idea for how I would tease them and make Graham worry. None of the guys had said they liked my back but Trevor liked my bum. "Ok then," I said to Graham. "If you don't want to rub cream on me then... eeny, meeny, miny, mo... Trevor," I smiled at Graham's friend. "Would you like to do my backside? I mean my back?" I was terrible at flirting. I could feel my cheeks flushing already. I gulped some wine from my glass, hoping they wouldn't see the colouring of my face. "Sure," he said eagerly. The others watched Trevor come and pull another deck chair over so he could sit next to me. He pulled it around slightly and the raised sides blocked most of me from sight from the barbeque. "I don't mind some cream on my hands," he said to Graham. "No worries," said Graham, rejoining the others. It had been out of the fridge for a while so the cream wasn't so cold as before but I still started a little bit when Trevor put his hand on my back. "Why'd she pick him," complained Adrian. The others laughed at him. "Ok, knock it off fellas," said Graham. "Who did you pick at the TAB, Milton? The eels and the raiders again?" So they were back to talking about the footy again. Trevor didn't care. He was rubbing the cream into my shoulders then. Already he was more massaging me than merely rubbing the cream in. "Mmm," I murmured encouragingly. "Would you like a massage, Jasmin," he said, quite loud enough for the others to hear if they were listening. Apparently Graham was because he looked around. I pushed up a little and picked up the wine glass from the table as I looked at Graham. He didn't say anything. Milton and Adrian, probably Steve and Gavin as well but I couldn't see them, were all watching Trevor and me. I sipped the wine and then gulped some more before I put the glass back down, empty by then I think. "Yes, why not," I said boldly. "I never get a massage. There's coconut tanning oil in the top of the fridge if you want to get it." Trevor jumped straight up. "I'll be right back," he said. I lay back down trying to control my trembling. It was only a massage, why was I so nervous I wondered? When Trevor went past them to the house Adrian threw some butter off the end of a knife at him. Trevor dodged and was past them. "You bugger," Adrian said after him. I thought about burning with the oil and decided to quickly put the sun cream on the rest of my back before Trevor came back. "The oil won't go well on the cream," I said to him when he returned. I was going to turn over so he could massage my front but Trevor said, "I'll start with your legs, Jasmin. By the time they're done your back will be dry already." Then the oil was dripping along my legs, from my thighs down to my feet. Trevor gave my legs a light rub to spread the oil around first. That was really only thrilling because I imagined what he was thinking while he was staring at my bum. Then he started on the soles of my feet, picking one foot up at a time and working away mostly with his thumbs I think. It felt surprisingly good and as Trevor worked along the calf of one leg I found myself relaxing and really enjoying it. Massage was something I wanted to enjoy a lot more of after that day. Pretty soon he had gone past the back of my knee and was kneading my thigh. "You're pretty knotted, Jasmin," he said. "What have you been doing?" I had no idea what Trevor was going on about. I just said, "Mmm, that feels nice." And it did feel good. Trevor was coming closer to the crotch of my bikini and I think he felt my leg tense because then he was leaning over more and had started at the bottom of my other leg. I relaxed again. When he came to my thigh once more I didn't worry so much, trusting that Trevor wasn't going to grope me. He didn't feel me up either, but he did push my legs a little bit apart. I could only imagine the view he had then. At first I thought it was the breeze but then I realised it was only my thigh that felt the air moving over it and I knew he was close enough that I felt his breath on me. Trevor was massaging the inside of both of my thighs at once and it felt too good for sure. "Spending a bit of time on the legs, Trev?" called Steve. I had nearly forgotten about the others. "Leave him alone, Steve" Milton said. "If she didn't like it she would make him stop." But Trevor moved then and started on my back. I was almost disappointed but that started to feel good as well. I was most definitely going to make Graham give me a regular massage after this. I relaxed again as he worked my shoulder blades. Trevor made more comments about how knotted my muscles were and I understood then. I told him it was probably from hockey or swimming. Trevor said that he should regularly massage me then, once a week. Jasmin: Descent Ch. 04 "Yeah man," called Steve. "Beth would just love to let you come and do that once a week just as much as Carol would like me to I bet." The others were sniggering a bit then but they all stayed at the barbeque. "Man, who asked you," Trevor shot back. "It's alright," I said. "Today is ok I think." "Jasmin," said Graham and I nearly jumped because he was standing right next to me and I wasn't looking. "You'll be fine here. I have to go and get some more ice." What?! He was going to leave Trevor giving me a massage and drive to the servo for some ice? Graham obviously had no care that I was letting Trevor massage me. I rolled over and sat up. "Ah, that will do. Thanks Trevor," I said. "It was nice but I'm fine now." As I said it Graham was already walking past the others for the side gate. He was showing that he really didn't care that Trevor had been massaging me. My plan was backfiring. Suddenly I was sick to death of all the stupid games with him. There was nowhere for me away from Graham but I didn't have to play his stupid mind games anymore. The guys said they would clean up the barbeque and take everything inside. I sat on the chair just looking at the pool while I had more wine. I finished another glass and poured another while they cleaned the barbeque. They talked about the first game starting soon and I basically felt forgotten. I lay back down sulking and finished that third glass while they cleaned up and then took the eskies of beer inside. I don't think they were even looking at me anymore. Had there been some unspoken message that they could no longer look at or talk about me? I could have gotten upset about Graham and I suppose he had gotten to me again. But I had had enough of being upset with the games he played with me. I wanted to feel good, not upset all the time. The massage was good and it hadn't finished and I didn't want to feel guilty about anything anymore. I was so confused. I wanted to strike back at Graham, to show him I was a person too and I had feelings. But then I thought to hell with him, letting him know what I was doing would only feed this yen of his to play these stupid games with me. I wiped off the oil with the towel, picked up the tanning oil and went inside. Milton and Adrian were in the kitchen finding out that there definitely was not enough room in the fridge for all the beer they had brought. They had to resort to the eskies and wait for Graham to return with the ice. The phone rang then. I answered it and it was Graham saying I could enjoy a longer massage because the servo was out of ice, he had to find another servo that had ice or go to Woollies and see if they had some. I told him I was just going to swim and gave the phone to Milton. I went into the lounge room where I found Trevor and Gavin. Shaking the oil bottle I said, "Care to finish that massage, Trev? The oil has dried off." "Sure, Jasmin," he drawled. "But what about Graham?" "He doesn't need to know," I answered. "Ok with you Gavin?" I asked him while I lifted my leg to scratch an imaginary itch on my calf. Gavin couldn't take his eyes off my legs. "Ahhmm," Gavin didn't seem to want to agree. I walked right over to him at the television where he had been fiddling with the channels. His eyes finally came to my face. "Tell you what then, Gavin. Trevor will finish massaging my back and you can come out and do my legs, ok? I need them done again." Gavin chewed that over for a moment before he looked back down my body. Without looking at my face he said, "Yeah, that's fine." Trevor followed me back outside. I walked over next to the pool but behind the barbeque wall. No one would see us from inside. I took a deep breath and while my cheeks coloured with embarrassment I asked Trevor to move the deck chair and wine over where I was. "It's not so windy," I said. I swallowed another half glass before once more I was lying on my stomach. "Gavin can do my legs later," I said to him. "Just do my back, ok?" "You're the boss lady," said Trevor, standing behind me with the oil. "Yeah, good." I moved my legs apart and Trevor kneeled on the deck chair between them. "How's your bum, Jasmin?" he asked. "I should do that for you as well." I was glad that Trevor couldn't see my face because my embarrassment was absolutely burning my cheeks. This was the point where I should have drawn the line. Instead in a small voice I said, "You can." Trevor's hands descended immediately to my bikini bottoms. Straight away he was kneading the cheeks of my bum through the thin rayon. I made a conscious effort to relax and let him do it but he must have seen that my legs were tensed. "You can relax, Jasmin," he said, moving his hands to my legs and stroking down from my thighs to behind my knees next to where he was kneeling. I let him do that a few times until it started to feel too good. "Gavin can do my legs later, Trevor. I'm relaxed now," I said and took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. Trevor's hands returned to my bikini clad cheeks and his gentle squeezing resumed. "That's good, Jasmin," he said after a while. "But if I continue like this the bikini will rub you raw. Can I undo it so I can use the oil?" I'm not completely stupid. I knew Trevor just wanted to get his hands on the flesh of my arse. It was another line which I allowed to be broken when I eventually uttered a quiet, "Ok." I felt one side and then the other of my bikini loosen. That surprised me. I had thought he would just undo one side. But I didn't object when I felt the material slowly drawn down until it hung between my legs. Another couple of inches and it would fall between us completely and Trevor would see everything. "Incredible, Jasmin," Trevor commented. "Your bum is amazing." Then his oily hands were on my cheeks. Trevor slowly but powerfully began to massage my bum. Other than the fact I was becoming more and more turned on, Trevor was really good at his massage. I had never imagined how good it would feel. It was only a short while before Trevor's oily digits were between my cheeks. When I let him know it was ok to continue by pressing back a little I felt him push my bikini bottoms all the way off. "Jasmin," came from his mouth like a groan as he squeezed oil down my crack and his fingers and thumbs massaged around my hole. I bucked as an oily finger pushed into my arse. Trevor knew to continue by how I kept pressing my arse back against his hands. "You like that hey?" I couldn't answer as the fingers of his other hand had found my own oily slickness. I groaned and that was the only other encouragement he needed. "Jasmin," he whispered in my ear. "I can smell you even over the coconut oil." The fingers that had just been between my labia slid over my neck to caress the cheek of my face. I could smell myself then as well. At his urging I raised myself to my knees, waiting for his dick to push inside me. I was so turned on right then I didn't care if he went in my arse or my pussy. "I've never seen anyone so sexy," he said then. I felt his dick then. He was rubbing it between my labia and it was getting bigger and harder. "Just do it," I said over my shoulder. "Don't tell anyone about it, Trevor." "I won't," he promised. I felt back between my legs for his dick. After I squeezed him a few times he was really hard. "Keep quiet about it," I said again. "And we'll do it again, ok?" I pulled him inside me then. Oh god it felt good. We were in the backyard next to the pool in blazing sunshine and the neighbour's fence was only a few feet away. I didn't know if they were home or not. "Deal, Jasmin." Again, Trevor sounded like he was groaning my name. He kept pushing inside me. I felt his balls then with my fingers and then they were pressed right against me as his weight settled against my bum. His dick was pressed firmly up against my insides. I was on the verge of an orgasm already. Trevor's hands were on my hips. One of them then travelled around under me and up my belly to my breasts. He squeezed a nipple through my bikini and it was my turn to moan. The first wave of pleasure spread through me. Suddenly Trevor pulled out of me and pushed me flat back on the deckchair. I realised then what I had only just heard. The back screen had slammed shut (as it normally does) and Milton was calling out. "You guys out here," he said. "Graham's back and it's time for kickoff." "Ah, yeah I guess that's enough massage, Jasmin," Trevor said loudly. "You ok if I go inside now?" "Sure, I'll have a swim now," I managed. I felt Trevor's weight leave the deckchair. I was so heated I could barely move, let alone retie my bikini bottoms. I didn't even care right at the moment if Milton walked around the barbeque and saw me. But Trevor went around and back inside with Milton. I just lay there, exhausted physically and emotionally. It was probably twenty minutes before I calmed down enough and felt the need to fix my bikini. I little after that I was just lying on my back again soaking up the rays when I heard the screen door softly close. Someone wanted to surprise me or was being quiet because they thought I might be asleep. I knew the material between my legs was damp, soaked really by my arousal, so I crossed my legs to hide it from whoever appeared. It was Gavin. I didn't pretend to be asleep. I didn't want Gavin looking too closely at me. He looked over my body and his eyes settled on my legs. If he kept looking he would see what I was trying to hide for sure. I swung my legs to the ground and stood up. "Sorry about missing the massage," I said. "I let Trevor do my legs as well. I'm going for a swim now." "Ah yeah, Jasmin," he agreed. "It is a shame. Graham was asking where you two were. I didn't know if I should tell him or not." "Huh?" I said, incredulously. Was Gavin trying to blackmail me just to massage my legs? Amazing. "It was just a massage, Gavin." "I'm sure it was," Gavin motioned his hands in a conciliatory manner. "But Graham might not think so." "Unbelievable," I hissed. "You want to use that so you can massage my legs?" I went around the deckchair so it was between us. It was Gavin's turn to be non-plussed. "Huh?" He chuckled then. "You thought...?" And he laughed again. "No, no, no," he said. "I told Graham that Trevor was racing you in the pool. When Trevor came in I sent him straight to the bathroom so he could get wet. I was laughing then as well. "Well thanks for letting me know, Gavin. Sorry I misunderstood you." "I'm not a bad guy, Jasmin," he said. We were both still smiling at the situation. "But I would still like to massage your legs." "What about just a race? One lap, so that's up and back whatever way you want to use." I suggested. "After all, thanks to you I really do have to have a swim or Graham could think you were covering for me for something that never happened." "A race..." he seemed to ponder. Gavin looked shrewdly at me then, right at my face instead of my body or legs. He looked really funny. "What do I get if I win?" he asked. I looked at Gavin then, I mean his body. I'd never looked at Gavin before. He is nearly six foot tall but weighs close to a hundred and fifty kilos I would guess. I shrugged. There was no way he could beat me swimming. "What do you want?" Silly question I know but after what I just did with Trevor I was feeling reckless. "You know what I want, Jasmin." He was looking at my body and legs again. Gavin was incorrigible it seemed. I looked down at my legs. "Are they really that good?" but he didn't answer. "When I win what do I get then?" I asked him. "What do you want, Jasmin?" I had no idea what I wanted. "A hundred dollars," I said quickly. "Agreed," he said just as quick. "Rules?" I couldn't believe Gavin still thought he could beat me. He was going to lose a hundred dollars. Rules? Maybe he had some way of cheating. "We start in the pool," I said. I was thinking maybe he could dive ahead of me and that would give him enough lead to beat me. "And no one starts until we both count down from three to zero together. Yeah, that should do." I couldn't think of anything else. "Agreed," he said again and held his hand out. I shook it and saw that his hand really engulfed mine but it was still pretty pudgy. "Shall we?" he asked and I nodded. I was left wondering as I went to the pool why Gavin did not appear to be worried about his hundred dollars. There was no way this fat man could swim faster than me, even over only two lengths. We both dropped into the pool together. The splash Gavin made was enormous. I couldn't help laughing and I apologised to Gavin about it. He said it was fine and we both moved to the end of the pool. Together we counted down from three. At zero I pushed off from the wall. At zero Gavin lunged and grabbed me by the leg. There was still some oil on my leg and it slipped through his grasp a bit before he got a firm grip around my ankle. Gavin pulled me back to him. I choked on the water that had gone up my nose and Gavin let me get my breath back. He held me by the arms then and was walking backwards in the pool. "Ahhhrrgh! What are you doing?" I shrieked. "Shush," he said. "Everyone will hear and come running." I didn't want that either but I was still furious with what was happening. "Gavin, what are you doing?" I hissed at him. "I'm winning our race," he said. We were about half a length then. "What? You're cheating," I cried. "You can't grab me and you're not even swimming. You owe me a hundred dollars." "Any way I like. I like walking," he said. "Grabbing you is not against our agreed rules either. Sometimes, Jasmin, I'm not a particularly good guy either." I knew he was right. And he definitely was not a good guy. I started to struggle more. Gavin's hands slipped onto my chest and pulled me firmly back against him. I was more stuck than before and he had his hands on my breasts. I stopped struggling to try reasoning with him. "Gavin, this isn't right what you're doing. I would never agree to you grabbing my breasts. Just a massage of my legs is all." "So I win then? You agree that I win, Jasmin?" He was still walking me backwards along the pool. We were in the deep end now and it was slower for him but still I felt his back thump against the pool end. "Gavin, can you let me turn around and face you? That would be better wouldn't it?" Gavin chuckled in my ear and I felt us push away from that end. "I know how oily your back feels against me, Jasmin. Not a chance. You stay just like that." I felt him squeezing my breasts. The stimulation was driving me to distraction. I just knew my nipples were getting bigger which no doubt encouraged him more. "Alright," I said at last. "You win, Gavin. You can massage my legs." "Ah, lady Jasmin," he said snidely. "I want much more than that pleasure." One of Gavin's hands pulled my bikini top down, freeing both my breasts. "But you..." I started to say he just wanted to massage my legs but I realised Gavin had not specified exactly that at all. "Oh, don't do that please." I was nearly begging him, trying to deny the pleasure my nipples were feeling as he rubbed them between his fingers. Gavin was still walking me forward now. We were out of the deep end and only a couple of meters away from the full lap. I was able to reach out and touch the end before Gavin did. "I win," I said. "Let me go and get me that hundred." Gavin didn't let me go at all. With the feelings of pleasure evoked as he fondled my breasts and stiff nipples I had no great desire to get away as Gavin reached lazily past me and touched the end. "You're a length short, Jasmin," Gavin said smiling. I opened my mouth instantly to protest before Gavin pointed out what I knew again was true. "You never touched at the other end." My mouth stayed open and my struggles had ceased as I allowed Gavin's hands to roam my body. "Tell me exactly Gavin, what you want then. Please?" I added. One hand pushed under my bikini bottoms as Gavin whispered in my ear. "What do you want me to do, Jasmin?" Gavin's knee came up under me and lifted me up a bit. His fingers spread my labia apart and pushed inside me. They alternately thrust inside me and came back out to rub my clitoris. My head lolled back and my tongue was licking the gloss on my lips then. The pleasure was too much. Gavin's mouth then descended over mine and I was kissing him back. I realised Gavin was not holding me anymore. I was supported by his knee. The fingers of one of his hands were inside me, pulling and pushing against my pussy walls and the fingers of his other hand were pulling on and squeezing my nipples. Finally we broke the kiss. I had his spit in my mouth and I turned around on his knee so I could see his mouth better. I wanted him to kiss me again. Then we were and it felt great. Gavin's tongue was in my mouth and I was sucking on him. When we stopped kissing again I answered his question. "I want to have sex with you, Gavin. Oh my god, I can't believe I said that." His mouth covered mine again then. I let my hands wander over his stomach to his board shorts. Gavin really was fat. But I didn't care. I just wanted to feel his dick. The velcro finally gave and my hand found his hardening member. Gavin was pretty big, about the same as Trevor. He released my mouth then and looked back at the house. We were in plain sight of any number of windows. "That's good, Jasmin," he said. "I want almost the same thing as you." Gavin's fingers were still busy, pushing in and out of me as he spoke. "What else could you want," I gasped. "Gavin, we can't do it here." But I was still rubbing his dick back and forth. He was really hard and I wanted it in me as soon as possible. "I want sex with you once a week." Gavin would have laughed I'm sure if he wasn't still fingering me and if I wasn't still pulling him. I couldn't laugh. I just needed him inside me I was too hot to think about much at all. But if we started in the pool someone would see us for sure. It was too great a risk. "Alright then," I said. "This week you'll have sex with me today. Other times we'll work out later." As I imagined Gavin fucking me once a week whenever we could arrange it I came. He released my pussy then and let me down from his knee. I would have sunk but Gavin pulled me against him. "Your legs are fantastic, Jasmin," he said as he helped me over to the stairs, his hands on my thighs now. "And these nipples are the tastiest looking morsels I've ever seen." "Later," I said, still trembling as I sat on the top step. "Someone might come out on the patio." Gavin adjusted his shorts and then stepped past me. "Don't worry, sexy Jasmin," he said. "I won't tell anyone about us." I could only stare after him as he went inside. What was happening to me? One thing was for sure, I had to get inside as soon as I could before another of them came outside and I ended up in the pool again, or maybe the garden the next time. I crawled out of the pool and made my legs work so I could stand up. With the big beach towel around me I then went inside as quickly as I could. As I went through the kitchen I nearly ran into Milton and Steve who were coming from the lounge for more drinks. I said a quick sorry and dodged around them for the hallway. When I got to the bathroom I saw in the mirror that my bikini top was still down and I panicked. Had Milton and Steve seen my breasts? What next? Silly me... I realised then that I had had the towel wrapped around me. They hadn't seen anything. I showered and took stock of recent events. Was I now officially a slut? I didn't feel guilty about the two encounters I just had. Actually I felt much better about them than I did about sex with Graham. When I had sex with Graham I felt like I was cheating. I felt before that when I had sex with Graham I was cheating on Damien but lately I felt that I was cheating myself. With Trevor and then Gavin I didn't feel bad about anything. Graham was a bastard and as long as he didn't know then maybe I would have sex with Trevor and Gavin from time to time. At least I felt good about being with them and they both had good reason not to tell anyone. I decided I was no more a slut than say, Trevor was who already had a girlfriend. Jasmin: Descent Ch. 04 I spent a bit of time in the bedroom after I showered. What was I going to wear now for the rest of the afternoon and night? Normally I would wear a t-shirt and put a pair of shorts on, or jeans when we had company visiting. Shorts and jeans were no good for what I had in mind though. I settled on a button shirt, innocent looking but I could let buttons loose easily enough if I wanted. Then I put on a long denim skirt, also quite demure and not sexy looking at all. But it provided the kind of access I wanted to grant to two guys if the opportunity arose during the rest of the afternoon and night. To complete that access it would also be better if I didn't have any panties on. However, in case of an accident I thought it would be better to have panties on. I giggled as I realised I had the perfect ones. When Damien and I had been sneaking around on my mother he had gotten me a pair of panties from a 'specialist shop', he had said. They were lovely soft silken pastel panties with a very important feature; a zipper could open me right up to any access. Damien had certainly made use of them. Graham had never seen them and there was no need as I stayed in his bed. But they could be quite handy for either Trevor or Gavin. And perhaps not just for today I thought and as I did so I knew I was becoming wet again. I went out to the lounge room. The first half of the first game was nearly over. I still didn't care who was playing and even less who was winning. I asked them if they would like me to bring snacks and drinks for them. Graham looked surprised but everyone said, yes they would like me to. So for the next little while until the half was done that's what I did. There were no opportunities for me to get close to either Trevor or Gavin or anyone else except Graham for that matter. At the end of the half Graham motioned me out and said he would get my wine from outside, also hoping that it was not too warm from the sun. I was waiting in the kitchen when he came back. He said there was hardly any left so he just threw it out as it was too warm. He had another bottle from the rack and opened that for me. Graham asked me then about the afternoon. "Did any of my buddies come onto you after the little massage that Trevor gave you?" "No," I answered him. "They've all been nice to me. They're good friends of yours, Graham. You should give this idea away." I knew he wouldn't though. Graham was testing me as much as them I was sure of it. I would never tell him though what had happened and perhaps what might happen again some other time. "This skirt of yours was a good idea, Jasmin," he said then. "When it gets darker for the second game I'm going to let you sit with different guys from time to time. With all the cushions around it will be easy to hide from the others and let any of them play with your legs under the skirt. Then later you can tell me which ones are really my friends." It was my turn to roll my eyes. "You've got to be kidding. This is stupid, Graham. They will think I'm a slut. I don't want to do it." But I did want to do something to somehow be with Trevor or Gavin or even both during the night if I could. "But you will do it, Jasmin. Do it for me," he ordered me, not asking like it was some kind of favour I could do for him. "Or they will get to see a copy of your starring role tonight. And in that you are most definitely a slut." "What? You have a copy. He said there would be no copies." I felt so betrayed all over again. The memories of that horrible party came back again. "Stupid girl, Jasmin. Your naivety is beyond belief. Will you do as I say then?" Graham was unrelenting. I merely nodded. Then, of all things he kissed me. I was repulsed and it was really hard to keep my expression neutral. I was still furious. Graham was unbelievable. "It's wrong, Graham. Do you really want me to lead your friends on?" He nodded. "Yes." I might have been slow on the uptake but I wasn't stupid. I just never thought I would come across someone like Graham. But I was learning that people like him were more common than I would ever have believed. After all I had already come across Craig, Carl, Ed and Rod. Graham was just another kind of pervert. The really bad thing for me was that he was my boyfriend. I had to know for sure. "Do you want me to let them feel me up?" Graham audibly swallowed. Was he nervous now? "Don't let anyone else know if it does happen." "Oh my god." I hung my head and covered my face with my hands. I should have known what Graham was like when he let Rod take me away from him. If I knew I would never have left Damien that night. I take back what I said before; I was stupid, that's for sure. "Should I go and take my panties off," I asked him softly. "Make it easier if someone wants to finger me?" I left my head down. I couldn't look at him. "No, don't make it that easy. Let them work for it." Graham's voice sounded funny. I looked at him then and I wasn't sure but I think he was trembling with excitement. I was completely revolted. I stood up, took the glass of wine he had poured already and stomped off to the bedroom, slamming the door behind me. I grabbed the cordless phone and rang my mother. She answered on the fourth ring. "Mum I want to come home." Of course she said no, that I had made my choice. I tried the only thing I could think of to get her to say yes. "I'm pregnant mum. It's not Graham's and I don't know what he'll do when he finds out." Mum was quiet for a while. Then she called me quite a few choice names. She never swore. Mum wouldn't. And she still refused to let me come home. "Tell Graham it's his child. He'll marry you for sure then." Then she hung up. Ironically, that had sort of been my plan when I split with Damien. But I had no idea then what Graham was really like. I tried to take a step back and assess what I should do. Damien taught me to do that. But I couldn't do it. The best that I could come up with was to think about it tomorrow. I took my hairbrush and studied myself in the mirror. The girl studying me back as she brushed beautiful long black hair that fell almost to her slim waist had full pouting lips. Large dark brown eyes with long lashes stared at me over a slightly upturned nose on an unblemished high cheek boned face. Was she beautiful? Other people told her that and lots of guys she knew at TAFE and among her friends told her she was hot. The girl in the mirror finished with the brush and put it down. I watched her pick the wine glass up and slowly she drank it all down. She removed her shirt and skirt and stood up to be examined in her underwear. Jasmin studied her. The girl turned about and it was true that she was nicely slim with what some of the bolder guys at TAFE called sun seeker tits. When she looked again the girl had removed her bra but had evidently decided to keep the naughty panties on. Most definitely those breasts fuelled the fantasies of the boys at TAFE. Remaining half naked, the girl sat before the dressing table and began applying makeup. Jasmin watched intently, seeing the wide-eyed yet beautiful girl of exotic features, transforming herself into a sexual creature. She plucked some unwanted hair from her brows before darkening them and her lashes, lined her eyes and deepened the colour of her full lips before glossing them. With a bare amount of gel she teased the fringe of her hair until there were three definite spikes reaching down from her hairline, one pointing straight down and the two outside ones aiming over her brows. There was no time to otherwise style her hair so she left it straight and glossy down her back. When Jasmin next looked the girl had a different white shirt on, this one with only two of the middle buttons done up beneath her breasts, the shirt tails tied in a bow beneath, leaving her belly button bare. The next time Jasmin looked, the girl had pulled some unusual black thigh highs on. They were netted, not large holes as typical fishnets but of a size that was still very sexy, large enough that bare flesh could be caressed. The girl fastened a small white satin skirt and finally a white pair of knee length high-heeled boots. Jasmin looked at her critically. If this girl walked into the lounge room of this house any guys there would go crazy. Jasmin saw her turn away in the mirror, resolute to do that very thing. But it was not that unknown girl that opened the bedroom door to exit it was Jasmin. And as she opened the door to walk down the hall to the lounge room, Jasmin's nerve failed her. She was also surprised to see Milton standing right there, one fist raised as if he was about to knock on the door. "Oh my," he said and whistled soundlessly. Milton's eyes were looking everywhere at me, unable to settle on any spot for too long. Finally his gaze returned to my face, lingered over my lips and then met my eyes. "Jasmin, ahh, wow. Graham asked me to check on you. He said you might be upset with him about something and just asked me to make sure you were ok." "You want to talk to me?" I asked him. For all he was much older than me, Milton just nodded like a mute. "Come in then." I stepped backward to the bed and sat down. "Shut the door," I told him. "Ah, ok," he said. Milton sure sounded nervous, not at all sure like he had been around the pool and at the barbeque earlier. "Have a seat," I indicated the dressing table and soft padded stool. Milton sat there facing me. "Are you dressed to go to a fancy dress or something tonight, then?" he asked me. "No," I laughed and abruptly felt better for it. "I am the cheer squad for the footy. Do you like it?" I knew he loved how I was dressed but I still liked hearing confirmation. Young women like regular compliments about their appearance. (I'm nearly 33 now and I suspect older women are similar, maybe more so with their desire for compliments about their appearance. If I could I would love to have grabbed my 19 year old self and given her a good slap and told her to wake up. After all she's totally responsible for everything that happened to me after.) "I love it," said Milton and I smiled. "The other guys will go wild when they see you." "I was losing my nerve when I opened the door. I don't think I can do it. I should change into what I had before." "Jasmin, you can wear whatever you like. But you honestly look fantastic. I'm glad my wife isn't here. She'd go nuts if I even looked at you. Don't change again. I'll talk to the guys and make sure they don't get out of hand." "Will you? Thanks. Ok, I'll stay like this then." I chewed my lip, as I considered what Graham no doubt expected me to do having sent Milton to see how I was. Should I do what he wanted or risk him showing his friends the video? Graham's gaze watched my teeth on my lip. I remembered what he had said about me earlier. Maybe I could proceed in a similar way I had earlier. Surely Milton would keep quiet if anything happened. He was after all married and wouldn't want his wife to hear of anything that shouldn't have happened. Lightly tonguing my lower lip and pushing it out further for Milton's benefit, I asked him, "Which part of me do you like most?" I leaned forward towards him. "Well all of you is lovely, Jasmin. I'm not sure about a favourite part of you," he said. What a cop out, I thought. "Come on, Milton. There must be part of me you like best." I left my lips parted. He was sitting on the fluffy stool with his legs apart, a typical guy. My face was maybe thirty centimetres away from him. Milton's hands both settled on his legs. I thought there was a bit of a tremor in them. Was he nervous about what might happen? I sure was but he didn't seem to see how I was feeling. He only saw how close my pouting lips were to his crotch. "Well if you must know you have lovely lips, Jasmin," he admitted at last. "Is that so?" I let a smile widen my lips. I took one of Milton's hands in mine and yes there was a distinct tremble. "Lovely how?" I asked as I lifted his hand and planted a soft kiss on a fingertip. "Umm, they are lovely. Soft and full," he answered me. "Jasmin, what if Graham comes in?" "He won't," I said. "Anyway, we're just talking remember?" I kissed another of his fingers. Milton pressed his finger along my lip then. I let him push inside my mouth. He let his finger press down against my lip, stretching it out a little as he rubbed around just inside my mouth. "Yes, really lovely, soft and thick," he murmured. Milton pushed his finger further in my mouth and I licked around it with my tongue. "That's nice too, Jasmin." There was no trembling in his hands any longer. His other hand came up and cupped my chin, his thumb caressing my cheek as the finger of his other hand began thrusting in and out of my mouth. I started sucking on it and my hands reached for the zipper of his jeans. As I drew his zipper down I reached inside and felt his hardness. I was turned on as well and knew I would be very moist. But I moved my head to the side and he removed his finger from my mouth. I said, "You want to cheat on your wife? Why? Cheryl's really nice." Without any objection from him my hand drew his dick out of his zipper. So I guess he did want to cheat. "She is nice, yes," Milton agreed. "But if you just use your lips and suck my cock it isn't cheating, Jasmin." I let him pull me forward until his dick was pressing against my lips. Milton's smell was strong and intoxicating right then. Almost of their own volition my lips parted to admit him to my mouth. There was fluid already pooling out onto his head and he tasted a little strong and bitter. He wasn't that unpleasant though and I was so hot I didn't mind at all. I sucked greedily and it was such a turn on to hear Milton moan his pleasure. My mind was concentrated then and I closed my eyes as I revelled in the feel of the spongy but warm hard dick in my mouth. Milton's hands moved around my head and he urged me further onto his dick. I used my tongue at first and Milton was happy with that. His continuing sighs assured me he liked what I was doing to him. Milton's hands also moved down over my cheek and under my chin. He rhythmically massaged my throat. I liked it until he squeezed me too firmly, making it harder for me to breathe. I had to push that hand away. Milton plunged his hand down under my shirt then and straight over my breast, making me shiver at the sudden contact. I'm sure he liked me gasping with his dick in my mouth. But I didn't want to get too involved there in the bedroom though just in case Graham did come in. Before Milton found out how weak I would get if he kept playing with my hardening nipple, I pulled him out of my mouth. I kept a hold of him though and slowly rubbed the dick that was slick with my saliva. Pleasure thrilled me and I moaned as Milton tweaked my nipple. "Ahhmmm," I could hardly manage to think. His hard dick was right at my mouth as I kept pulling on it with my hand. I felt intoxicated with the incredible sight of the hardness before me, yet I was probably just tipsy with the wine. I placed my other hand over his as he slowly and firmly squeezed my breast. But I had no strength to pull his hand away and stop the pleasure that was building inside me. I just held his hand as it moved under mine on my breast, his fingers and thumb rubbing and caressing me. "Ohhh, Milton." My resolve was already gone. If Milton urged me to sit on his dick I would. In fact in a few more moments he would have me so turned on I would be climbing onto his lap. I found my voice and said, "Let me just suck you, yeah? We can't have sex here." My breathing was ragged and I couldn't stop moving my hand up and down his red, really angry looking dick. So I'm sure it was much harder for Milton to think straight as well. Unable to keep from moaning my arousal any longer I took just his head back into my mouth, lathering him with my tongue. Milton groaned again. "God, you're so hot, Jasmin. Your mouth is... arrrr." It really turns me on when a guy has so much pleasure from me he can't speak. "And your tits are so firm... beautiful," he finished. I was gone then. I started to get up to climb onto his dick just when he let go my breast and both his hands took and held my head again. He pulled me against him and I swallowed his dick back into my throat. Both of us moaned together. "Show me your tits, Jasmin," was just another groan as he guided my head back and forth on his dick. His wish was like a command for me. I don't think he knew though even then that I would do anything he wanted. I hurried to undo the two buttons under my breasts and then pulled the tie undone. My shirt hung loose as I let him pull me so far on his dick that my lips were flush with the zipper of his jeans. I pressed forward for as long as I could, my throat convulsing at the continuing invasion of his dick there, because I knew how much he would love it. Milton's hands were wildly pulling my head against him, alternately pulling my hair and stroking my head. Then he pulled my head back most of the way off him. I took the opportunity for a badly needed breath. Then I gulped again as he pulled my head back onto him and I tried not to choke so much. "Ah, Jasmin," he groaned. "Sooo... yeah." Milton then established a steady rhythm as he thrust in and out of my throat. I let him do what he wanted with me, my hands just holding onto the sides of his legs to support me as he thrust in and out of my mouth. "Keep going like that, Jasmin," Milton said and let go of my head. I did. I kept the same motion going on his dick, bobbing my head up and down on him. Milton pulled my shirt up over my back. Then I leaned further forward and choked again as I swallowed him into my throat. Milton groaned and pulled my head once more against his groin. My arse came off the bed and I nearly fell trying to be more upright so he could see my breasts from the side as he moved his head about. I had to be careful not to bite his dick as I kneeled in front of him. With my shirt over one shoulder, Milton was rubbing my bare back. When he was really gasping I knew he was about to cum. I tried to pull back but Milton grabbed my hair at the back of my head and pulled me hard against him. At the same time his other hand reached around and groped my breasts. He thrust forward against my mouth several times, the same time holding me still. I was feeling starved for air. When I tried to pull away though he held me still. I felt his dick jerk in my throat and then the moistness of his first spurt. I really did choke then. Some of his stuff came out of my nose, surprising Milton as well. He pulled back and his dick slipped past my lips. His next spurt went straight in my face. I was still spluttering but was ok really so I leaned forward and pulled him back in my mouth. Milton finished shooting in my mouth. I swallowed all of it as well and although he was still bitter, the strong taste and him squeezing my nipple between his fingernails made me have a small cum. All the while his hands kept caressing my head through my hair. It was kind of nasty and nice at the same time. I used some aloe vera tissues to clean my face and Milton just sat there looking exhausted as he watched me, his eyes alternating between my face and lips and my breasts. He reached for me then but I shook my head, no. "Don't say anything about this," I told him. "Just go and tell Graham that I'm fine and I'll be out soon. I'll do the waitressing thing I already promised. Ok?" "Don't worry, Jasmin," he said and left. I wasn't worried, I knew his wife. I stood before the mirror again and looked at the girl there. She still had some cum on her cheek. The girl I saw was wild, her eyes dilated with her heat. Without a doubt she looked like a slut.