1 comments/ 9360 views/ 2 favorites Encounters to Deny Ch. 01 By: xzalimx Ch. 01: Natasha Natasha waited for her ride outside of the theater, but it never came. She couldn't remember if she had told her family that she needed to be picked up after going to the movies with her friends. It was not that late though, only 7 PM, and barely dusk out. She felt she could briskly walk the few miles to her house, since there were plenty of people on the sidewalks still, and she thought most likely there would also be many people in the park which she had to walk through. Natasha made her way through several blocks of city streets. Summer evenings were always enjoyable on those familiar streets. Always something to see, someone playing a magic trick in the middle of a standing crowd, or a palm reader, or a clown juggler. She passed by the small pockets of crowds gathered, watching someone. She moved swiftly, as she knew the longest part of her journey home was still to be traversed - through the city park. Her neighborhood was just on the other side of the park. As she walked further, everything felt uncomfortable on her, her skirt kept flying up in the breeze, her undergarments, her feet. She quickly realized her red stump-heel shoes were not meant to walk in for more than just a few minutes, certainly not long distances. Every inch of her slim, yet shapely figure was starting to feel exhausted. She hated wearing a bra, and it was taking its toll on this walk. As she continued walking, her senses became more acute to the small shifts of the bra material on the edges of her breasts, as they bounced, and the slight rubbing of her panties against her crotch crevices. She wanted to just stop and discard those two items and simply stroll in her blouse and skirt and let her body enjoy the evening breeze. She wished she could have done that, but knew it was impossible. Near the entry of the park, Natasha saw a group of people gathered around something. This crowd was much larger than the groups she passed up earlier. She couldn't resist. She figured she would stop, see what it was all about, get to rest her feet and adjust her clothing, and then be on her way. She made her way through the middle of the crowd and to the edge of the inside circle. She saw a group of young men, six of them, putting on a juggling act with small batons and bowling pins. The boys were walking around tossing those batons to each other, then suddenly one of them went to his knees and another boy walked straight onto the knee and then shoulders of the first boy who had knelt down. Then suddenly another boy ran toward the boy on top, jumped up, did a body flip over the boy on top, and exchanged batons with him. It was frustrating to watch, yet thrilling to see all those tricks being performed so gracefully. Natasha noted the clean, crisp figures of all the jugglers. They were toned, muscular, agile, and obviously strong. As Natasha watched in amazement, she noticed that one of the other boys was looking at her as he was juggling. He smiled and winked. He walked toward her with several batons in-juggle, and another boy approached behind him, and just when the first boy was in front of her, he threw all his batons to the boy in back and with one hand took off his hat and put it in front of her, tipped upside down. She realized he wanted her to put some money into his hat. As she reached into her skirt pocket, she felt a hand in there already, and it pushed up against her thigh, squeezing her crotch as the hand grabbed one of the dollar bills in her skirt pocket and was just as quickly removed! It was one of the other boy's hands. He had sneaked up behind her. It all happened so quickly that no one else noticed, but they just kept applauding and cheering them on. Natasha felt her thighs get warm and she felt a post-pinching sensation on her pubic hair. The hand had pushed her skirt pocket into her underwear and crotch, it had squeezed her vagina, and it had pinched her pubic hair when it was being removed. All within a split second. Embarrassed, she left the circle and entered the park. As she walked away, she could hear the crowd applaud louder, and with a unanimous roar, and then all the noise quickly died down. She knew the act probably had ended. She made her way through the park gates, and past the tourist center building. The path was very winding and shaded mostly. Just as she entered the most wooded part of the park, she heard someone groaning. She walked straight on the path as best she could, trying to ignore the sound, but it kept getting louder, as it appeared to be coming from the direction she was headed in. She soon saw someone laying on the grass a little off the main path. Against her best judgment, she walked over to the writhing person, hoping to help. It was a man, or a boy, who seemed to be crawling toward a tree, disoriented, probably seeking help. She rushed toward him. As she followed, soon she was into the woods and the path was not visible from her location anymore. Natasha saw the boy laying under one of the larger, wider trees. apparently unconscious. She walked over, knelt and said, 'What's wrong? what happened to you? can you walk?" Just then she felt herself being lifted by several hands. One hand was placed on her mouth, not hard, but firm enough that she could not scream. She struggled to be released but she was told "Don't worry sweetie, we won't hurt you, promise." Natasha was carried off deeper into the woods. Her eyes were covered with a cloth. A few moments of being jostled in the hands of several people, she felt being carried down a flight a stairs, and into a room. Then someone told her "We just want to play with you.. and we won't hurt you. Just don't make any loud sounds, OK?" Natasha nodded, with someone's hand still covering her mouth. "We can't let you see us, so we are going to keep your blindfold on. But, we are not going to cover your mouth, as you have promised not to make any loud sounds. And we will not harm you. Let us know if you are hungry. Are you hungry?" the voice asked. Natasha nodded, again. She was starving. A few short moments elapsed, and she was lifted off the floor and sat down upon a chair. Then she felt her hands being tied to the side of the chair. A voice said, "If that hurts, let us know, and we can loosen the ropes. Does it hurt your hands?" Natasha felt uncomfortable, but also worried what might happen if she complained. She finally spoke and said, "No, it does not hurt too much." One of the voices said, "Hey clown-face, loosen the ropes some more, we want to be kind to our guest." Natasha felt the pressure from her bindings being released, but the bindings were not removed. Her hands were still tied to the sides of the chair she was sat upon. A different, somewhat distant voice said, "Alright my sweetheart, here's comes some food, but you have to use your mouth to get it." She heard some footsteps shuffle toward her, and she felt something against her lips. It felt like a strawberry or a banana, she could smell fruit. And then she realized, this was a penis, not quite hard, but somewhat firm, pushing up against her lips. She was terrified and did not know what to do, so she obeyed. She opened her mouth and a penis was slowly pushed into it, delivering a small grape which was on top. The penis was then slowly removed, leaving the grape in her mouth. But it was only a small bite. While eating the grape, she tasted something left behind from the penis, she didn't know what that was, but guessed that it was either some urine or semen. It was slimy and salty. Then something else was pushing up against her lip, this time it felt soft and fleshy. She opened her mouth, and another penis delivered a small amount of chocolate cake into her. As the penis was also slowly removed, Natasha gradually closed her lips around it, and felt more flesh than the penis before. Natasha guessed that this was a different person, with an uncircumcised penis. Just as she was finishing that bite, she felt two different penises being pushed against each of her cheeks. one of them felt much more wet on one side of her face than the other. A voice said, "This is a bigger bite sweetie, open wide please." Natasha shook her head in refusal! Someone firmly grabbed the back of her hair, pulled, and said, "Look here little girl, we are being nice right now, but we can be mean also, if you don't do what we say!" Her hair was released, and Natasha felt a hand move up her legs, into her skirt, up her thighs, and to her crotch. A finger was pushed up into her vagina. It entered her. Natasha gasped! It felt good, but also bad. The palm of the hand rubbed her vagina, and she began to feel her body responding. Then the finger pulled out and moved further back, smearing the wetness from her vagina onto her anus. Natasha gasped again as the finger entered her anus, slowly, just a little bit, and it moved in and out slowly. Although she tried to deny herself, she couldn't resist feeling pleasure. The finger pulled out. She then heard a lip-popping smacking sound, like someone licking their own finger. A voice said, "So, will you open wide now?" Natasha imagined what more could happen to her if she said no. She nodded and opened her mouth wide. She felt two penises pushing up into her mouth gradually, and she had to open wider and wider until both tips were in, pushing onto her tongue and the walls of her mouth. She was just glad that they weren't fully hard, otherwise she would not have been able to take both of them at the same time! Although resisting an urge to gag, Natasha couldn't help but lap and suck them both - it was a reflexive reaction which she began to enjoy. A hand also shoved little bits of food into her mouth, but it was inconsequential, and it dissolved quickly in all the sucking and saliva. She tasted a bit of pineapple and banana. Each boy pulled out his penis one at a time, slowly, leaving the fruit bits behind. She quickly gulped and chewed, and gasped for air, then swallowed. She tried to assess the various tastes and feelings she had just been subjected to, and realized that these two penises tasted different than the first one and the second. One of the penises left a lot of semen. She was glad they didn't ejaculate in her, she thought she would have choked for certain. After all of that salty, fruity, fleshy taste, she was extremely thirsty and asked, "Water, please?" She felt her hair being pulled back again and her head being tilted gently once more. Someone opened her mouth with his hand and said, "Keep this open please." A few seconds later, she heard several footsteps around her, as if gathering in a circle. She then felt warm water being sprayed onto her face and body, without any apparent intent of landing in a particular spot on her. It had a pungent smell, and tasted salty. Suddenly, a voice said "Drink it up, bitch!" As she endured all the several streams upon her clothes and face and hands, she knew what was happening. She closed her mouth and shook her head! Then suddenly, her mouth was pried open with firm hands and a very hard penis was shoved into her mouth! It kept pushing deeper and deeper until she was gagging! Then it was removed suddenly. One of the voices asked, "Will you drink us or not bitch!?!?" Barely able to breathe, she nodded. A voice said, in a rather gentle tone, "Please keep that mouth open sweetheart." Sitting on that chair, with her hands tied to the sides, and mouth wide open, Natasha felt the spray of streams start up slowly again, soaking her entire head, face, and body. She could feel streams which were landing on her breasts. She felt streams landing on her crotch area. She felt streams landing inside her mouth. Each of these streams moved around all areas of her body. She knew she had to show that she was swallowing whatever entered her mouth. She swallowed as much of that as she could in quick gulps as she briefly closed her mouth and opened it again several times. Some streams were warmer than others, and it all kept dropping all over her for several seconds. Then the streams decreased in intensity, until she felt a few drops dripping on her feet, and then only small splashes from drips on the floor on and off, until it stopped altogether. Natasha asked for water again. She was given a glass of cold water. She finished about half the glass, and then the remainder was poured onto her head, with someone guiding it gently away from her nose. Natasha felt several towels being pushed up against her face and body, then she heard someone walk toward her. A voice said, "Don't be startled, honey, we will clean you up." She felt some more water being poured onto her hair and face and another hand gently guiding some of the water over her arms, legs, and other exposed skin. She heard one of the boys saying, "No, let's take her to the bath tub and clean her properly, and we will have to throw those clothes in the dryer while she bathes." She felt her hands being untied. Then, one of the boys lifted her up in a cradle position and started walking with her. She was soon lowered onto what felt like a cool porcelain floor, the inside of a bathtub. He whispered to her, "Don't worry, we are going to clean you now. But, we will need to undress you to do so. While we are bathing you, we will also throw your clothes in the laundry. Are you OK?" The boy gently caressed her head and face, and Natasha felt very comforted, but a little worried. She asked, "Will you please be gentle with me?" The boy assured her, "Yes honey. We will be gentle. Did you enjoy what just happened?" She had to nod. She couldn't reveal that it almost felt like it was unfinished, and she couldn't admit out loud that she wanted more. "Well, it will only get better," the boy said. Natasha felt a tingling in her body, and clenched her thighs and crotch, in anticipation for what she imagined would happen next. End of Part 1. Encounters to Deny Ch. 02 Very early the next morning, Natasha woke to find herself snugly tucked and zipped up inside of a sleeping bag. The sunrise moments lit the sky in nearly the same fashion as the previous evening's dusk. It all looked very familiar to her, as she realized she was laid near the same spot as where she had been taken the night before! As she unzipped the sleeping back, she felt a big envelope inside, next to her leg. She grabbed the envelope and opened it. Inside, in very fancy, curvy script was written: "Thank you sweetie. We thoroughly enjoyed your company. Hope you enjoyed ours. You were very exhausted by the time we finished, and you fell asleep. We put you here in the sleeping bag, but watched over you to make sure no bugs, animals, or anything else harmed you. You slept very comfortably. By the time you are reading this note, we will be long gone. But, we will never forget you, love." Natasha suddenly realized she had to get home quickly before any of her family awoke! She got up all of a sudden, left the sleeping bag where it was, and briskly walked home. It took all of another 30 minutes to reach her front door. As she walked into the house, she smelled the usual morning feasts of her home. Sh arrived just as breakfast was being served. "Welcome back dear!!", her mother approached in a happy mood, wearing an oven mitten on each hand, as Natasha entered the house. "Did you have a good time at your sleepover at your friend''s house!?!" Natasha did not know how to answer that, so she just nodded and smiled. At first ,she thought her mother was joking with her. But she quickly realized it was an innocent question. "You should be glad you were not home last night!" her mother exclaimed, walking back to the kitchen, intermittently turning around to make sure Natasha was following her in. "We had a black out last night, no electricity and no phone signal! I was glad you weren't here to experience it!" Her mother explained. Then Natasha put it all together. She had originally planned a sleep over with her friend Margot. But, at the last minute, before leaving for the movies yesterday evening, Margot called had informed her that Natasha that Margot's parents were having some work-related gathering, and Margot was not allowed to have company or a sleep-over last night. Natasha had completely forgotten to tell her mother! She had been late leaving for the movies, and just assumed someone would get her from the movies and she would notify them at that time that she was not going to the sleep-over. Natasha realized her mother must have assumed she was going straight from the theater, which is why no one had picked her up! After putting it all together in a split second, she finally responded "It was OK, I just missed my own bed, and my own bathroom. I am going to take a bath and then will be back down to have breakfast." Natasha slowly walked up to her room, threw her purse on her bed, walked out of all of her clothes, and headed straight to her bathroom and turned on the water. She stepped in to the bath very, very slowly, as every inch of her body ached. As she was getting in, she glanced at the mirror and noticed some bruises on her back, her breasts, and her butt cheeks, although none of those areas hurt too much. She realized they were all hickies!! She looked down at herself and there were more red and purple marks all over her body. She recalled being kissed and sucked repeatedly, by several different boys, touched by several different hands everywhere. She squirmed as she lowered her body into the hot water. She had to stop for a few seconds in between every few inches of her body being submerged into the water. She looked down onto her thighs and legs and saw more redness, a few pinch marks which hurt more than the hickies, a few sprawling lines from the nails of her seducers as she remembered being handed from one boy to another. She hurt all over in one way or another. she smiled a little and just shook her head - as if in slight disappointment. The recollections of the previous nights adventure wanted to rush back into her head all at once. But she mentally planned the order in which she would enjoy her memories. First, she wanted to be laying in the water fully. Then she would recall it all, slowly, enjoying it now, when she can smile and feel herself and touch herself and finally let herself enjoy it all fully - if only after the fact! That's when she realized that the night wasn't all pain, albeit very painful, but the pain was entwined with pleasure, with every act she endured, during every moment of her ordeal. As the soap bubbles reached and covered her plump, reddish purple breasts, she couldn't help but think back to the events following the start of her last bathing, early on last evening. She chose that as the starting point of her recollections. "Don't worry, we will wash your clothes sweetheart, just keep the blindfold on as the tub fills up, we won't let you drown!", one of the boys had assured her. She had felt warm water inching up her legs and this and bust and breasts. Then she felt other legs step into the bathtub with her. A hand reached over and opened her mouth "we think you might still be thirsty!' one of the boys had said. Without any further words, she had felt the quick and heavy drops of hot cum fall onto her lips and face. She could feel the gyrating rhythms of the boy's thighs straddled around her. Then she felt him climb out, and a different set of knees lowering next to her arms, again. And she felt a wet penis being slid into her mouth, as the boy leaving said, "Don't worry my love, I will come again after everyone else is done with you." The next boy felt warmer and warmer as he lowered his crotch into Natasha's face. She knew she had to open her mouth and start licking. The cum from the previous boy was still all over her lips and face, and this crotch was intentionally being moved all over her face to catch the cum from her face, and bring it to her tongue. Natasha licked, swallowed, and sucked clean the cum-glazed crotch. She had been tingly all over since the earlier pissing event, when several of the boys had showered her with their warm pee. In the boys' bathtub, she felt a little ooze come out of herself - and it was a mix of pee and her own cum, she knew. She wiggled a little, but pretended to be adjusting herself to suck more of the crotch that was being pushed into her face. Natasha remembered she had been very afraid the boys might notice her pee and cum, and she was afraid it may excite them more! Then she heard one of the boys exclaim, "Look that boys, she's finally cum around!!" She knew they saw. She must have let out a lot of pee and cum into the water, and it must have been visible to them. Laying there, remembering it all in her own bathtub, Natasha again felt a similar sensation, and she again let go of some pee and cum as she enjoyed her memories! She recalled that as soon as she had cum the night before, the boys had drained the water, and her torso was slowly lifted out of the tub, and a pillow was put under her head which was now on the floor of the tub. She was laying comfortably in the tub, as her bottom half was handled by several hands and not allowed to fall or be injured. She felt several hands hold her buttocks, her cheeks, her under-waist, her under-thighs, her lower back. One by one, her vagina and anus were licked, eaten, fingered. Occasionally, a penis would enter her, fuck her for a few minutes, cum on her stomach, and someone would wipe it all off quickly. The licking and eating would commence again, and then a different boy would fuck her, cum, and leave. Natasha herself kept coming more and more as several tongues, fingers, and palms constantly rubbed and caressed her clit and vagina and butt hole. The boys also knew this was making her her cum. They would squeeze her pussy lips in a such a way to make her cum ooze out more quickly - they were surely looking at her pussy and watching it drip each time she would cum. The combination of their spit and all of her juices and all of the constant sensation made her gyrate a little every few seconds. Her torso would shake, she would put out more fluids, which in turn invited more licks, and penises, and spit and fingering, which resulted in her gyrating more and excreting more. This went on for more than an hour, but she wasn't sure how long it lasted. Parts of her body told her it lasted forever, and parts of her body insisted it did not last long enough! By the time they were done and lifted her out of the tub and tried to dry her off with towels, her whole body was limp. The combination of the warm bath, the steamy bathroom, and all the feelings that she had felt in such a short period of time must have been what caused her to fall asleep. She couldn't recall what happened after being lifted out of the bathtub. Her very next memory was of waking up in the park, in the sleeping bag. As she lay in her own bathtub, Natasha had a suspicion that those boys must not have stopped working her, even after she had fallen asleep. She smiled again, and shook her head. End of Part 2. Encounters to Deny Ch. 03 The shower ended with Natasha smiling to herself, ending some fond memories. She dried off her body and gave another glance in the mirror - at all the bruised spots in all the curves and crevices of her young, tender self. She moved her hand over each bruise and tried to remember how it might have happened - a suck, a gentle pinch, a firm rubbing, or even a bite - she had felt all those actions on herself. But, because the boys had kept her blindfolded, even when it was actually happening, all she remembered was thinking about what was taking place, and she remembered being extremely aroused during all of it. Then she heard a knock on her room door. "Natasha dear, your father and I are going out for some shopping. And your friend Margot called and said she is on her way here, to visit with you. We will lock the door behind us, you will have to let her in. I have left breakfast on the table for both you and your friend. Bye, love you." Natasha's mother seemed to be in a rush to end her instructions and promptly leave. Natasha heard her mother's footsteps fading down the stairs, and she soon heard the front door close, and then no more sounds in the house. She felt comfortable enough to walk out into her room naked. She wanted to feel free of clothes and open to the air - as she had been most of the previous night when the boys were using her. Her room was flooded with mid morning sunlight. This was the first time that natasha examined her own every move, and imagined what the boys thought of her body. She stood by the shaded window, and the sunlight pushed itself in from all corners of the drawn shade and bounced off of every smooth surface in her room. She noticed it glistened on her pubic hair. She imagined if that's how her crotch looked under several light bulbs - what did the boys see? She stroked her hair up and down - and recalled that many hands stroked her crotch all night long, gently, harshly, intruding her senses in every way. She walked over to her chest and opened a drawer. It contained all of her underwear. She found the tightest underwear to put on, and then she laid down on her bed. She pulled the underwear up her legs. Then she kept pulling at its sides, higher and higher, as it wedged further and further into her vagina. She tried to recreate the feeling of how her underwear was being pulled by several hands the night before. She reached down and spanked her now tightly-wrapped lips and clit - this happened to her many times overnight also. She tried to recreate every sensation. Each time she spanked herself firmly, she came a little, and each time, the boys would release the tightness, and one of them would either lick her pussy until she came a bit more, or would enter it with some part of his body. She released her grip on the underwear and reached down to her crotch, and in. She swirled her fingers and jammed them all the way up, and out, and up, and out, rapidly, then slowly, then took them out and rubbed all the juices onto her clit, and then dragged it up to her nipples. These were just a few of the immense sensations she could recreate by herself. She came, again. Natasha couldn't help herself from wanting to feel her entire encounter all over again. But, she also did not know how to do to herself everything the boys had done to her! She rested for a moment and reached back down, this time she took as much of her own wetness and creaminess as she could slide out of her pussy, and slid her finger further down toward her anus. She entered herself, slowly, deeper and deeper... and she felt wetness on her wrist as her pussy responded and gushed out more cum. She moved back and forth a few more times, slid out of herself slowly, picked up her cum from her pussy, and licked it all up, as she imagined she was licking cum from a penis. This licking of her own juices from her own fingers lasted a few minutes. Then Natahsa heard the doorbell. She quickly threw on a long frock and ran downstairs. "Margot, my love, how are you!?! Come in!", Natasha was extremely happy to see another person. In the back of her mind, she tried to shun the thought of grabbing her friend's hand and shoving it into her crotch, to recreate everything she was trying to feel a moment ago! "Wow. That's the nicest welcome you've ever given me!" exclaimed Margot, "But I don't feel good and we need to talk." "What's wrong? Are you sick? I think it was the popcorn from our movie last night!" Natasha tried to be sociable, caring, while all she could think of was her experience after the movie. "No. It's my parents. They are crazy!" Margot said in a droopy voice, as she walked over to the table, noticing that there were two settings ready and food was on the table. She sat down and started to help herself. "Tell me what happened." demanded Natasha. In her mind she was thinking that she could never tell anyone, not even her best friend, about what she experienced last night! "Well, I had no idea what they were up to," responded Margot, "but, they told me you couldn't come over, because they invited a few friends over. While we were at the movies, something must have happened. When I got home, the friends were gone, and they were upset at each other." Margot seemed frustrated, as she slowly ate breakfast. "In what way? Did they fight? Were they yelling? I'm sorry Margot!" Natasha sat next to her, made her own plate, and turned to Margot to listen intently, as Natasha knew good friends do. By now, all the weird thoughts from the night before were fading, and she only cared about what happened to Margot. "Well, when I got home, they were already in their bedroom. I heard some loud noises, so I decided to tell them I was going to bed, but then went to the bathroom, and tried to listen through the wall." Margot explained. "What did you hear?" Natasha was curious now! "I heard them talking. I could hear everything they said. My mother was explaining that she is not interested in the man whatsoever. My father was accusing her that she spent too much time with him all evening." Natasha's overnight thoughts started to intermingle with Margot's story. Margot stopped eating and continued, "He said he didn't feel comfortable that she wanted to fuck him by herself! It was supposed to be a group thing he said, and that she shouldn't have stepped away with the man alone!" "Wait!" said Natasha, a bit disturbed, "Your parents were having group sex when we were at the movies!?" Asked Natasha in a shocked and rather intrigued tone. "I guess so. That's what it sounded like." Margot admitted, "I think they had at least two other couples over, and they were all doing it. Ew!" Natasha knew she had to respond likewise "Eww!! I don't think I want to know anymore!" "Well, it gets worse, I mean, the talking gets worse, but they made up." said Margot. "Well, that's good, right?" responded Natasha, trying to be reassuring. "No. I made the mistake of listening more," said Margot "and they started to make up, there was silence. Then they started having sex, I could tell by my mother's sounds. And then I heard my father ask ' what did you want from him, you bitch?' - and my mother responded that she wanted his cock all over her face" Margot was getting uncomfortable telling the story. Natasha meanwhile was listening intently, and all of her own memories were returning. "What else did they say?" "Then she asked him about how hard he fucked the little wife in the group? And he responded by saying 'harder than she could take me, can you take me that hard bitch?' and then I heard my mother scream." Margot said. "Did he hurt her? Did he hit her?" Natasha was concerned. "No, I'm guessing he just fucked her harder, probably up the ass or something." Margot replied. "But they made up, right?" Asked Natasha. "Yes, they made up. All that lasted about an hour, and then there was silence." responded Margot. "Well, I can't even begin to tell you my story. We will have to go upstairs." said Natasha. She took Margot's hand as she got up, "Let's go up, we can finish our food later." They both entered Natasha's room. Natasha didn't know how to start telling her story, and she was still throbbing in all her private places from her earlier self-induced erotics, so, she thought of the best way to satisfy her needs and to reveal her encounters, "I can't tell you what happened to me. I have to show you. So, don't say anything, just close your eyes and sit on the bed!"