1 comments/ 51778 views/ 7 favorites In Bed Together By: MawrGorshin Paula Darian, a cute, short, petite 18-year-old blonde, beamed with her pretty blue eyes at her tennis instructor, Gavin Mundt, as he was playing a game with another man on the court where she'd just had a lesson with Gavin an hour before. She hadn't gone home yet because her crush on the big, tall, handsome 38-year-old kept her sitting on the bleachers, her head following the ball in play as it went back and forth, left to right to left to right. When the ball wasn't in play, she looked only at him, even when he wasn't serving. She was so absorbed in watching Gavin that she didn't even notice her next door neighbour, a man who regularly used the tennis court, walking by and waving to her. At one point, the man Gavin was playing against hit the ball outside the boundaries, and it bounced by the bleachers where she was sitting, two tiers from the bottom. Gavin went to get the ball. He picked up the ball, noting how, once again, she was eyeing him longingly as she had so many times before during her lessons with him. "Paula," he said, smiling his flattery. "Why are you still here?" She just looked at him with flirtatious eyes and, not knowing where her boldness was coming from, clearly mouthed the words, "I love you." Chuckling and slightly sneering at the naive passion of a teenage girl, but also hiding his real emotional reaction, he went back to his game. "Sorry, Manny," he said to the man he was playing against. "My serve?" *********** Gavin wasn't the only man she fancied. She'd been getting rock climbing lessons from Devin 'Buzz' Ness, a 39-year-old who, like Gavin, was also big, tall, and handsome. She'd quickly decided to have 'Big Buzz', as she liked to call him, teach her when she saw him win at a rock climbing competition on TV. She watched the TV screen with rapt attention. "So, your rock-climbing school is in Toronto: is that right?" a reporter asked him. "Yes, that's right," Buzz said, smiling for the camera. "How convenient," Paula said to herself. "His school is right here, in town." "What do you have to say to those environmentalists who accuse you of never practising 'clean climbing', and damaging the rock you climb without remorse?" the reporter asked him. "Oh, please," Buzz said, trying to hide his contempt. "I say to them, 'Get a life'. It's just a sport." ************ A month later, and after several rock-climbing lessons at his school, Paula was climbing with him on a rock wall there. He was just under her, and her pretty little behind was just a foot or so above his face. He stared at it, smiling lewdly. "I hate the way those environmentalists always demonize you, Big Buzz," she said. "All I want to do is get right to the top, higher than everyone else," he said, still smiling as he ogled her ass, and knowing as well as Gavin did that she liked both men. "To hell with keeping the rocks pretty." They got to the top of the wall and looked at each other. "I love watching you get it up...uh, get up, uh, to the top," she stammered, giggling shyly and blushing at her slip of the tongue. He laughed, too. "I love taking you up with me," he said. "I want to take you up to the top with me." They looked in each others' eyes, practically reading each others' minds, but not saying anything. ************* Sometimes Buzz would go over to play tennis at Gavin's tennis court; Buzz would enjoy watching Paula having lessons with Gavin. The two men would see each other, but would look at each other coldly, particularly when Paula was there. "Hi Buzz," she said, smiling and waving at him one day as he sat at the bleachers. He smiled and waved back, then frowned when he saw frowning Gavin. "So, you get rock climbing lessons from him?" Gavin whispered in her ear as they picked up their rackets and balls. "Yeah," she said. "So?" "You like him, don't you?" Gavin asked. "Oh, don't be jealous," she purred. "I like you better." "Good, 'cause Buzz is lecherous. He'll seduce a girl, then leave her. You don't want that." They walked over to the court together. "Right-wing hypocrite that he is." "I'll be careful." She smiled, flattered and excited by the attention she was getting from both men. "Why don't you quit rock climbing?" "'Cause I like it." "You should focus on one sport, to get really good at it. Your natural talent at tennis should make it obvious which sport you should quit." She smirked as he served the ball. Which man should I have? she thought as the ball came at her; Big Gavin? Big Buzz? Both? She giggled, hitting the ball back at Gavin. Buzz watched the lesson, smiling at her when the ball went to her, to his right, then scowling at Gavin when the ball went to him, to Buzz's left. ************** After finishing a climb up the rock wall in Buzz's school, he and Paula rested at a table, drinking iced tea he'd bought for both of them. "You should quit your tennis lessons with Gavin," Buzz said. "Focus on rock climbing." "But I like tennis," Paula said. "Lessons with both of us must be getting expensive," he said. "You sure you can afford it?" "I manage," she said. "My parents help." "I'm sure they do. They waste more money than the socialist nanny state." She smirked, delighted that both men wanted her enough to be jealous of each other. "I gotta go pee," she said, then got up and left the room. He followed immediately after, but was careful not to let her see him follow. She went into a small, one-person washroom and closed the door, locking it. He stood by the door, watching the halls so no one would walk by and see what he was doing. He took a skeleton key out of his pocket and slowly, silently unlocked the door. Waiting first for the beginning sound of her piss hitting the toilet bowl, he opened the door quickly and walked in on her. There she was, on the toilet with her shorts pulled down to her ankles, and her pretty pink panties showing, too. Her legs were open, and her pee could be seen pouring out into the toilet bowl in a straight line. Blushing and giggling in embarrassment, she quickly closed her legs and put her hands on her crotch, covering the little spot of brown pubic hair he'd already clearly seen. "Buzz," she said, giggling and grinning sheepishly. "I'm peeing." "I can see that," he said, closing the door and locking it, always looking down at her half-naked body. "Don't be embarrassed, sweetie. You look beautiful without your clothes on. C'mon: move your hands away; let me see it all again." He gently pulled her hands up from her lap. "But I'm peeing," she said, now frowning, and still blushing. "I'm smelly down there." The golden juice kept pouring out of her now-exposed urethra. "I like the smell." "Why?" "Because it's yours." He held her hands up in the air. She squirted out a few last drops. He smiled, enjoying watching her natural bodily functions. "I'm done. I need to wipe myself." "In a minute, sweetie," he said. "Stand up." "OK." She got up, still frowning. He squatted down and took off her shoes and socks, then got her bare feet through the leg holes of her shorts and panties. He sniffed her urine-smelling snatch and grinned. "Buzz, what are you doing?" she asked nervously. He got up, then pulled off her T-shirt, which she reluctantly allowed him to do. Now she had only a pink bra covering her tiny tits. He put his hands on the clip between them. "But Buzz," she said almost fearfully. "They're really small. You won't like them." She seemed like she was going to cry. "I like small ones," he said, taking off the bra and revealing the little but firm breasts. He looked up and down at her naked body. Shy, she avoided his eyes; she was afraid he wouldn't like what he saw. "You're beautiful." "Really?" She quickly reached back and flushed the toilet, hating the smell. "Oh, but I like looking at your pee, sweetie." "But it's such a gross thing to like." "No, it isn't." "How not?" "It's yours. I love everything about you--even your natural smells." He looked up and down at her frontal nudity, admiring her small breasts, and her small spot of pubic hair. She shyly covered both private places with her hands. "No, let me see." He pulled her hands away, adoring the vulnerability of her nudity. "You're beautiful." She giggled nervously. "Turn around. Let me see the rest of you." She did, her heart pounding in a mixture of fear and excitement. He grinned at the sight of her cute little buttocks. He caressed them and patted them gently, then he sat on the toilet, with her ass in front of his face. "Spread your legs and bend over," he said. "OK." She did as she was told, exposing her pretty little brown anus and urine-soaked, pink pussy. She wasn't aware the first hole was showing, and she would have felt her hair stand on end had she known he was thinking about penetrating it. "Do you like it?" "Very much." He took some toilet paper and wiped the dripping piss off her pussy. He was delighted to feel a bump of innocence there...a hymen! "Baby?" he asked with a grin. "You're a virgin?" "Yeah," she said, embarrassed again. "Sit on my lap." She did. He looked in her eyes yearningly as he gently and slowly rocked her back and forth, enjoying the feeling of her soft little buttocks touching the hard-on in his pants. "My sweet, innocent little baby. Please let me deflower you." Rubbing her buns against his hard-on, she ecstatically sighed, "Yes." She leaned back, turning her head, and they began French kissing. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. He put his hand on her mouth and said, "I'm in here. I'll be out in a minute." "OK, Buzz," a female voice said; then she left. "I must see you later," he said to Paula. "As soon as possible." "My parents won't be home till late tonight," Paula said, pecking him on the lips. "Can you come over now?" "You still live on Glenrose Avenue, right?" "Yeah, 241," she said, getting up and reaching for her clothes. "I can get there in about an hour," he said. "I have some stuff to do here first." "Great. That gives me enough time to shower." "OK, I'll see you there at about four." He got up and left the washroom. "Bye," she said as he walked out the door. *********** He arrived at her house at about 3:45; he rang the doorbell. In a white bathrobe, she opened the door. "Wow, you're early," she said, surprised. "Yeah," he said as he went inside. "What I had to do at the school didn't take as long as I thought it would." As she closed and locked the door, he undid her robe and pulled it off her now-nude body. "I haven't showered yet," she said, covering her body with her hands again in embarrassment. "That's OK," he said, picking her up and carrying her up the stairs to the bathroom on the second floor. "Let me bathe you. Which room's your shower in?" "Over there," she said, pointing to it. They went in. He put her down in the bathtub and turned on the water. She put in the plug while he reached for the soap, beginning to lather it. Gently running his hands up and down her soft, smooth skin, he soaped up and cleaned every inch of her body. She washed her face and shampooed her hair. When he'd washed all of her, from her shoulders to her toes, he gently pushed down on her. "Squat down," he said. "OK," she said, squatting. With her legs spread open, he could see the next part of her body he wanted to clean: her virgin cunt. As he rubbed the soap all over her labia, her clitoris, and her vulva, she gently moaned and got horny. At one point his fingers gently pinched her hymen and shook it slightly. "Don't!" "Does it hurt?" "No; it just embarrasses me to be reminded I'm a virgin." "I think it's beautiful that you're so innocent, and vulnerably nude." She giggled and blushed. "OK, sweetie: get up, turn around, and bend over," he said. "OK," she said, and did as she was told. "Spread your legs; I need to see what I'm cleaning." She spread her legs, revealing her asshole again. Sighing lustfully, he lathered up his hands and started soaping up the pretty hole. When he gently poked a soapy finger an inch or two inside her rectum, she winced. "Eww! Buzz, that's where I poo. It's so dirty there." "That's why it has to be clean," he said. He continued cleaning, sticking his finger in deeper and rubbing it against every rectal wall. She moaned in a paradoxical combination of pleasure and discomfort. He thought, I'll conquer you, too, pretty asshole. She'll lose her anal virginity as well...when the time comes. After the shower, he dried her, inspected every inch of her body, especially her two holes when she was bent over, then picked her up and carried her to her parents' bedroom. He laid her on the bed on her back, her legs spread wide open to receive him. "Please be gentle with me, Big Buzz," she timidly pleaded, shaking with the same mixture of fear and excitement as before, only now it was more intense. "Don't hurt me." "Well, popping your cherry is going to hurt, sweetie," he said, unzipping his pants. "But I'll be as gentle as I can. Now, close your eyes, and Big Buzz will give you a big surprise." "OK," she said, closing her eyes and grinning with expectation. He pulled out his big, long, thick erection and pushed it against her vaginal opening, poking against the hymen. He got on top of her in the missionary position. He poked and poked, puncturing the hymen by degrees. She squealed in pain and pleasure, putting her hands on his arms and gripping his muscles. His cock was soaked in her blood and vaginal fluid. Finally, after enough aggressive thrusts (he was nowhere near as gentle as he'd promised to be with her), he broke through the hymen completely. She screamed in pain, her blood staining her parents' sheets. They fucked and fucked, her feeling a paradox of increased pleasure and soreness. When he'd had enough of digging inside her, he pulled his cock out, then reached for some nearby Kleenex and wiped her blood off his cock. She hadn't orgasmed, but she didn't care: she wasn't a virgin anymore. "How do you...do fellatio?" she asked, panting and licking her lips. "Let me teach you," he said, sitting on the side of the bed with his cock, pointing up through the zipper of his pants. She got off the bed and knelt between his legs. Looking up at him, she took the tip of his cock to her lips. Looking down at her, he held her head and caressed her cheeks. "First, kiss and lick the tip and underside several times," he said. She did, always looking up at him anxiously to learn, by his facial expressions, if she was doing it right. So far, so talented. "Good," he moaned. "Now, take it inside." She did. "Massage the...underside with...your tongue." She did. Never as she sucked his cock did her eyes leave his face, so anxious was she to know how well her mouth was pleasing the man she loved. "Play with...my balls. Oh!" She took them in her hand and jiggled them slightly, tickling his scrotum with her gently-scratching fingers. "Oh, yeah," he moaned. "That's much better. Ah!" She slid her lips up and down his shaft, covered in her lubricating saliva. Her tongue flickered and tickled his protruding corpus spongiosum; he put his hand on her head, pushing his cock deeper inside so she could deep-throat him. She coughed and gagged at first, but not wanting to displease him, she quickly adapted and learned to control her gag reflex. Soon, she was deep-throating him almost effortlessly. She's a natural, he thought. Finally, after a minute or so more of sucking, he felt himself ready to come. He kept his cock at least half-way inside as the first few squirts of come splashed inside her mouth and went down her throat, making sure she couldn't spit any of it out. Indeed, she swallowed every last drop, regardless of whether she wanted to or not. When the last squirt finally came out, he took his spent member out of her mouth and put it in his pants, zipping them up. He stood up, coldly not even looking at her. "I love you," she panted. He walked out of the bedroom without even saying goodbye. She didn't have any time to react to his coldness, for she noticed those bloodstains on her parents' bedsheets, and hurriedly took them to the laundry to wash them, hoping she could get the stains out before they set in. ************* A week had gone by, and Paula hadn't seen or heard from Buzz: he wasn't at the rock-climbing school, nor was he available on his phone or even online. She was completely at a loss to understand why he'd disappeared so suddenly, as confused by this as she was eager to see him again. Finally, she went to the school and asked the receptionist there where he was. "Oh, Buzz went with his wife and kids to California for a vacation," the receptionist said. "Oh, OK. Thank you," Paula said, turning around slowly and walking out of the school. He told me he was divorced, she thought, beginning to cry; he just used me for sex. He never loved me. She went sobbing all the way to the tennis court to see Gavin, the only man she could imagine being able to comfort her. By the time she saw him there, she was bawling out loud. "Oh, baby, what's wrong?" he asked, putting his arm around her. "Come on, let's go somewhere private." He took her to his office (for he owned the tennis school, as Buzz owned the rock-climbing school). She kicked off her sandals at the door and went in barefoot. He locked the door, then took her to his sofa, where he sat, with her on her knees between his legs. He hugged her, her head on his left shoulder, and her knees pushing against his bulging hard-on. She was wearing a pretty white dress with a flower pattern on it; but it wouldn't be on her long, for he quietly, slowly, surreptitiously unzipped it at the back. He was careful to lift the dress up gently where the zipper was being lowered so she wouldn't feel it going down her back. That she was too overwhelmed with a broken heart to notice made it easier for him to undress her. "What happened, sweetie?" Gavin asked in a soothing, avuncular tone. "Was it Buzz?" The zipper was now down all the way. "Yeah," she sobbed. "Buzz seduced me, but he's married. He just had me...and dumped me...when he'd had his fun." she sobbed louder. "Bastard!" Gavin growled, untying her dress's shoulder straps and slowly pulling the dress off her, careful not to let the material touch her bared skin. He kept her from noticing not only with his patiently undressing hands, but also with his distracting words. "I warned you about him. Mr. Big Buzz Ness, Mr. white-collar conservative family man." Gavin slowly lifted each of her knees off the sofa while carefully bringing her removed dress down her legs to her feet. He continued his distracting talk. "Hypocrite! Buzz pays his employees peanuts for a salary, never above minimum wage. Climbs rocks and doesn't care that he's damaging Mother Earth, and seducing teenage girls and cheating on his wife. I told you he was a lecher." "I know; I shoulda listened to you." Her dress was on the floor now. She was in only her pink bra and panties. Still with her head on his shoulder, her face soaked in her tears, she was too distracted by her sorrow--and his comforting words--to notice she was half-naked. "Don't worry, sweetie. I'm here," he said, now with his hands on the elastic of her panties, slowly, patiently lifting them from her skin so she'd not feel them coming off. He gently pulled them down to her knees. "He used you, but I won't." He kissed her teary cheek, then pulled her left leg up gently, getting her panties around and below that knee. He slowly, carefully did the same for her other leg, her still not noticing. "I'm so stupid," she cried, always with her head on his shoulder, soaking it with her tears. "I was so stupid, trusting him." In Bed Together "Oh, don't put yourself down, honey." He lifted up her legs by her shins, carefully not letting her panties touch them. Then he slowly pulled the panties up and off, never letting them touch her shins, calves, ankles, or feet by putting his stretched-out fingers in the leg holes, keeping the panties separate from her skin. Now he just had to remove her bra. Luckily for him, the clip was on the back. With the same patient, careful slowness, he unclipped it without her feeling it. He never stopped talking to her with the same soothing but distracting words. Keeping the straps from touching her skin, he pulled the bra off, slowly bringing the straps down her arms. He carefully got the straps around her elbows without touching, then lifted her arms by the wrists so he could get the bra off without it touching her skin. She took her head off his shoulder and brought her teary face a millimetre or two away from his. She gently pecked him on the lips. "I love you," she whispered, pecking him again. They began French kissing. He put his arms around her, moving his hands up and down her back, feeling her soft bare skin. It was now that she finally realized she was undressed. She pulled away and looked down at herself. "My God, I'm naked." Embarrassed and scared, she put her left hand over her tiny breasts and her right hand over her pubic hair. "Oh, don't cover yourself, sweetie. Let me see your beautiful body." He slid his hands down to her ass. "But...how did my...?" "I undressed you, of course," he said, taking her hands away so he could see all of her frontal nudity. "You're beautiful." "Really?" "Really." He pulled her to him and kissed her on the lips. He looked lovingly in her eyes. "You aren't gonna hurt me, are you?" "No, of course not," he said kindly. "Do you love me?" she asked timidly. "Absolutely." If there was insincerity in his face, she couldn't find it. "That's why I undressed you: so I could know all of the girl I love." "Then, in that case," she said, smirking lewdly, "I'll do this for you." She knelt between his legs and unzipped his pants. "There's at least one good thing I got from Buzz: learning how to blow a guy." She pulled out his hard-on, whose size made her eyes and mouth widen to the maximum in amazement. She licked and kissed the knob a few times, then took it half-way in her mouth. Her lips went up and down his cock, and she played with his balls, tickling the underside with her tongue, and always looking up lovingly in his eyes. He looked down at her, smiling and moaning with pleasure. Her naked body looked so pretty down there, knelt before him in loving submission. His sighs and moans grew louder and faster as he approached orgasm, and her head movements up and down his shaft accordingly went faster and faster. Finally, he came in her mouth. She swallowed it all, gulping it down as if it were a tasty milkshake...even though she actually hated the taste. After the last of his spurts, she put his spent member back in his pants and zipped him up. "That was great," he panted. "But what about you?" "What?" "You satisfied me, now I have to satisfy you." "Oh?" "I'm a liberal," he explained, getting up, picking her up, and laying her on her back on his desk. "I believe in equality, unlike 'Big Buzz Ness'. You ate me; I should eat you now. It's only fair." "Oh, OK," she said, giggling with excitement. He opened her legs out wide, pushing them up at 45 degree angles from the desk top, so both her pussy and asshole were showing. For a moment, he just stared at that bottom hole, with its pretty brown swirling wrinkles, and thought: I'll slip my cock in you, one day soon, pretty asshole. He put his tongue, flattened out, against her asshole, and began one slow, long, thorough lick all the way up, touching her perineum, her vulva and labia, and finally her hardening clitoris. She squealed with pleasure, surprised that he would lick her asshole, let alone not spit out any faecal taste. He sucked on her clit for a few seconds, getting it harder and harder. Between licks of her vaginal opening, he said, "When playing tennis, we're on a...flat, level playing field...Not climbing to...the top, trying to be...up higher than others, as Buzz tries...to do. Tennis is a...game of...equality." "Oh!" she moaned, her labia swollen with desire, and her whole cunt dripping wet. He sucked on each of those labia, then slipped his finger inside her pussy, rubbing it against her tingling G-spot. The tip of his tongue flickered against her asshole while his finger slid in deeper, reaching for and stimulating her anterior fornix area. Her moans grew louder and louder. Approaching orgasm, she put her hands on her little tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. Her squeals grew louder and higher in pitch. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Startled, they both looked over at the door. "What?!" he shouted in annoyance. "Is everything OK in there?" a woman's voice asked. "I heard screaming." "Everything's fine," he almost snapped. "OK." The woman took the hint and went away. "Sorry," Gavin said, getting up and reaching for her clothes. "I forgot where we were." "That's OK," she said, taking her underwear from him. "Wanna come over to my house tonight? My parents won't be home till late tonight. We could have a little fun in their bedroom earlier tonight, if you can come over." She put her panties back on. "OK," he said. "I'll see you there at six. You still live at the same address...I mean, as it says on the register when you signed up for lessons?" "Yeah, 241 Glenrose Avenue. See you tonight at six." "Bye." ************* When Gavin arrived at Paula's house, she again answered the front door wearing only her white bathrobe; but this time she'd just finished a shower. As soon as he got inside, he took it off her body, so eager was he to see her naked again. She led him upstairs to her parents' bedroom, he sat down on the bed, pulled down his pants and underwear to his knees, and she sat on his cock, him slowly feeding it in her already wet cunt. He had her back to him as she bounced up and down on his cock; her hair, freshly dried and fragrant-smelling, brushed against his face. He reached around and cupped her little breasts in his hands, giving them gentle squeezes. Now that the soreness from her virgin fuck was gone, she could thoroughly enjoy the sex. She squealed high-pitched staccato notes every time her body came down, feeling a thrilling poke from his long, thick cock. All she could think was, He loves me, Big Gavin really loves me. Had she been facing him, she might have been disappointed to see the revelatory look on his face, his lips mouthing the words, 'Hot little bitch', over and over again. She was coming closer and closer to orgasm, but he was getting there faster. Since he hadn't been wearing a condom, he had to pull his cock out in order not to risk getting her pregnant. "Baby," he panted, "I'm gonna come. I gotta...take it out." "OK," she sighed, reluctantly getting up. As soon as his cock popped out of her box, he sprayed his load all over her buttocks. He held her by the hips to make sure every squirt hit her ass. Just then, they heard the front door open: her parents had just walked in the house! "Shit!" she said, rushing out of the bedroom. "Come on, Gavin--you gotta hide!" "Yeah," he said, pulling up his pants and rushing out of the bedroom. Luckily, no come had sprayed on the carpet or bed. Paula got dressed in her bedroom and kept Gavin hidden there until she found a safe opportunity to sneak him out of the house. Her parents never suspected a thing. "Whew," she said as she, looking out her living room window, saw Gavin walking down the sidewalk and out of the neighbourhood. *************** Over the next week or so, Paula couldn't find Gavin anywhere: just like Buzz after her sexual encounter with him, Gavin had just disappeared without explanation. He wasn't to be found at the tennis court, nor could he be contacted by cellphone or online. She couldn't escape the assumption that he, like Buzz, had just used her for his own gratification, nothing more. Mr. Big Gavin Mundt, she thought, you're no better than Buzz. She was at home lying on her bed in the afternoon, crying with her face buried in her pillow. Finally that night, there was an e-mail from Gavin, explaining his absence: his mother had been dying in hospital, way off in Brampton, and he had to go see her. He'd just dropped everything and left Toronto without thinking to tell anyone except the staff in the tennis school. Apologizing for not telling Paula, he asked if he could see her, since he was now back in Toronto, his mother having passed away. She replied in her e-mail to him that he could come to her house that very night, since her parents were on vacation and wouldn't be back till the next day. He hurried over. They sat in the living room with beer, marijuana, ecstasy, and ketamine, all of which he'd brought. "We're gonna get high?" she asked, curious but a little nervous about the possible consequences. "Sure, why not?" Gavin said. "One thing about liberals is that we're open-minded. Don't be afraid to try new things. Here," he said, giving her a broken-off half pill of ecstasy, "Swallow this with your beer. In a half hour, you'll feel amazing." "Oh, uh, OK," she said, taking the E. He put a CD of techno music in her living room CD player. He rolled a marijuana cigarette, lit it, took a toke (not inhaling), then passed it to her. She took a few drags, coughed, then passed it back to him. "Oh, go ahead, have some more," he said. "I've already had enough for now." She toked a few more times, then he chopped a line of ketamine for her. "What's that?" she asked. "Special K," he said. "Snort it up, you'll feel great." "I dunno," she said. "What'll it do to me?" "It'll make you feel no pain, believe me." "Oh, uh, OK." She took a straw and snorted the line. "You gonna have any?" "Later," he said. After moving to the beat of the techno for a half hour or so, he could tell by her body language that she was obviously really wasted. He took out his smartphone and called some friends, asking them to come over. Within twenty minutes, they arrived: Manny Banks, who'd played tennis with Gavin at the beginning of this story; and three other men, one named Van Church; another, Cory Copps; and the last one, Moss Medea. With all of them now in the living room with Paula practically bouncing off the walls, Gavin said, "Gentlemen, meet Ms. Paula Darian." "She's lovely," said Church, looking up and down at her. "Indeed," said Banks, ogling her. "Let's get her out of her clothes," said Copps. "Yes, right away," said Gavin. He turned to her. "OK, sweetie, we're gonna take all your clothes off now." "Oh, OK," Paula said, too disoriented to resist. Gavin, always looking in her eyes, pulled off her pink T-shirt; Medea squatted down and unzipped her jeans; Copps took off her shoes; and Church removed her socks. Banks pulled her jeans down. Now in just her white bra and panties, she giggled without inhibition, since she was too high to be embarrassed, even though she knew full well what the men were doing. Gavin, his eyes never leaving hers, unclipped her bra and took it off. Medea pulled her panties down. Copps got her legs through the leg-holes. She was now standing completely naked amid the leering men, who were surrounding her. "OK, sweetie," Gavin said, leading her to the coffee table. "Lie on the coffee table on your back, and spread your legs. We'd all like to see what treasures you have between your legs." "OK," she said, doing as she was told. Again, she giggled at the sight of all those men gawking at her pussy; the ketamine made her feel, somehow, psychologically protected from any feelings of fear or shame. It all just seemed absurd to her, to allow all these men to stare lustfully at her nakedness. "Delicious pussy," said Copps. She tittered at that. "Beautiful," said Medea. "Great," said Gavin. "Now, get up, baby." She stood up, her back to all the men. "Bend over and spread your legs." She did, exposing her asshole as well as her pussy. "Perfect asshole," said Church. There was a ring of the doorbell. Gavin answered it. "Buzz!" Gavin said, smiling as he let the rock-climbing teacher in. "So good to see you." "Is she sufficiently stoned?" Buzz asked. "Oh, yeah," Gavin said. "She's totally out of it. Our previous, pretended animosity has set her up for quite a shock when she sees you as my pal here." He led Buzz to the living room. "Good," Buzz said. "I can't wait to see the shock on her face. The fear. It's such a turn-on for me." "Even with that shock, though," Gavin assured him, "she'll still receive you as well as she does us. She's too wasted not to." Buzz and Gavin entered the living room. "Hi, gentlemen," Buzz said. Then he feasted his eyes on stoned Paula's nakedness. "Oh, I remember that tasty body." "Huh?" she said, at first confused; then she saw Buzz's face, lewdly smirking. "Buzz?" She laughed again at the absurdity, as she saw it, of the situation, rather than at her obvious helplessness. "Let's not hurt her, OK?" Gavin said, taking some anal lube out of his shirt pocket. "You lube her ass thoroughly, Buzz, and I'll lick her cunt to get her wet. I wanna hear her squeal with pleasure." "Hear, hear," said Church, licking his lips. The men had Paula get on the floor on all fours. Buzz lubed her ass and Gavin licked her pussy, lying on the floor on his back under her. The other men pulled their hard-ons out of their unzipped pants. She moaned softly to Gavin's expert tongue and lips, almost oblivious to the gang-bang she was about to be subjected to. Finally, she was all wet and ready. Gavin moved around on the floor so he'd be lying with his face under hers; he pulled his cock up and out of his unzipped pants, pointing it at her pussy. Buzz unzipped his pants, pulled out his erection, and pushed the tip of it against her anal orifice. "Oh, I'm gonna love this," he moaned, coaxing her asshole open slowly and carefully. "As am I," Gavin grunted, sliding his cock in her vagina. Banks went up to her face and put the tip of his cock against her lips. "Open wide, sweetie," he said. "Get your saliva flowing." Remembering the fellatio techniques Buzz had taught her, and forgetting the fact that she was blowing a complete stranger, Paula opened her salivating mouth, licked the tip of his cock, and took it in a few inches. Banks looked down at her timid, submissive face, and smiled. Copps, Church, and Medea each ran one hand along her back, arms, and legs, and the other hand up and down their erections. Her skin was so delightfully fair, soft, and smooth, and their cocks were so long, thick, and hard. Buzz slid his cock in a few inches. "Oh, that feels great," he groaned, sliding in further. Paula, still feeling psychologically protected from any pain, fear, or discomfort because of the ketamine, nonetheless could only wonder at the situation. Someone's fucking my ass, she thought; I feel as if I have to poo. Too busy being distracted by the other two cocks in her pussy and mouth to worry even slightly about this situation, she just kept on sucking and receiving cock. I wish I could at least look down into Gavin's eyes, she thought; am I being gang-raped? Gavin continued pumping his cock in and out of her gooey pussy, looking up at her pretty naked body. After another minute or so of fucking, Buzz pulled his cock out of her ass and came on her buttocks and back. Though Paula felt herself approaching orgasm, Gavin once again deprived her of that pleasure, pulling his cock out of her pussy and shooting his come up on her belly and pubic hair. Buzz put his now-limp dick back in his pants and zipped them up, as did Gavin, who slid out from under her and sat with Buzz on the couch. All the men were now watching her blow Banks. "This girl...has talent," he moaned. "Oh!" His cock was throbbing with pleasure, and she was moving her head back and forth faster and faster. The other men cheered her on, ogling her kneeling, naked body. Finally, Banks blew his load in her mouth; she swallowed most of it, though some dribbled down her chin. He put his spent penis back in his pants, zipped them up, and sat with Buzz and Gavin. Now it was time for Church, Copps, and Medea to enjoy Paula. She could only chuckle to herself as she saw the three men approach her with their hard cocks poking out of their unzipped pants. How many men are going to have their way with me tonight? she thought. I'm glad I'm high; otherwise, I'd be terrified. Copps lay on his back as Gavin had, and she acquiescently crawled on all fours over him. Church got behind her ass, and Medea pointed his cock at her mouth. Church re-lubed her ass and his cock, while Copps lowered her ass a bit to receive his cock. "Spit on my dick, sweetie," Medea said. "To lubricate it." She did, then opened her mouth to receive it half-way in. Church pushed his cock an inch or so inside her still-gaping asshole, groaning with pleasure at the sensation of that tightly-hugging ring around his shaft. "Oh, that feels...so good!" he grunted. I can't believe this is happening to me, she thought as she slid her lips along Medea's cock. I can't believe I'm actually doing this. Am I dreaming? I hope so. I've always wanted sexual experience, being embarrassed by my former virginity, but not like this. Did Gavin set this up? Copps gently squeezed her tiny breasts as he kept pumping his cock in and out of her wet pussy, which had now lowered in stimulation; he would have to do an amazing fucking job to bring her to orgasm now, since she'd have rather fucked Gavin. Church was about to come. He pulled his cock out of her asshole, now gaping even wider than before, since his cock was thicker than Buzz's. He sprayed his come all over her ass and back. Wanting to see his come on her body, too, Copps pulled his cock out of her cunt when he was about to ejaculate. He put her hand on his cock to jerk him off briefly; her hand slid up and down his shaft, and he squirted all over her belly and pubic hair, as Gavin had before. She was now so covered in come, it was as if she was no longer naked. Copps slid out from under her and zipped his pants up, as Church had. They sat on chairs on either side of the sofa where Buzz and Gavin were sitting, the two latter men patiently waiting for their cocks to get hard again, which would be soon. All the men watched and admired the come-covered girl's sucking skills. Medea was about to come. She didn't want to swallow this time, but he kept her head in a position to keep his cock in her mouth. He shot his discharge in forceful spurts right down her throat. She gagged and spit out some of it, coughing. Somewhat disappointed, he put his cock away, zipped up his pants, and went to sit on the sofa. She looked over at the six men, who were ogling her nude body with lewd grins. Her head was swimming, for she was still peaking on the drugs. Though Copps's cock had gotten her moderately horny, she still hadn't come: she'd only made them come, and come copiously they did, all over and inside her. Of course, the high she was getting from the drugs made orgasming seem unnecessary for her; and the ketamine was causing her to feel what seemed like a metallic, electric shield all over her body, protecting her not from their cocks or their lust, but from any feeling of physical or emotional trauma...for the time being. She knew, intellectually, that something horrible was being done to her--she just didn't feel it at the time. While Copps, Church, and Medea were resting and waiting for their cocks to get hard again, Buzz, Gavin, and Banks were hard again and ready for some more. These three latter men got up and went over to Paula with hungry, greedy eyes. In Bed Together "Oh, ha, ha, ha," she laughed, emotionally bracing herself for another invasion. "Gimme that pretty asshole," Gavin grunted, pulling out his hard cock from his unzipped pants and kneeling behind her. "I want her pussy now," said Banks, lying on the floor on his back. "Come on, honey; get on top of me." "OK," she said, getting back on all fours. Why is Gavin doing this to me? she thought. Why is he letting this happen? Buzz, standing before her, took her by the head, opened her jaws, and fed his cock in her mouth. "Go to work," he said. Wanting to end this fuck-session as quickly as possible, she tried her best to use her tongue and lips to stimulate Buzz's cock as intensely as she could to accelerate his orgasm. Similarly, when Banks slid his cock in her pussy, she tried to squeeze her vaginal walls together, to hug his cock and coax as speedy an ejaculation as she could. Seeing that her asshole was already plenty lubricated, and that his cock still had some lube on it, Gavin pushed it in that gaping hole all the way with relative ease. Disappointed that the hole wasn't as tight as it had to have been for Buzz and Church, he nonetheless enjoyed its squeezing of his cock. And again, she tried contracting her rectal and anal muscles as best she could to speed up his orgasm; this aided his pleasure. When is this going to end? she thought. Where are my mom and dad? They're never home, it seems. If they were here, they could protect me. They always go places without me. Why? Her efforts at accelerating the men's orgasms were quite successful, for after only a minute or two of fucking her, the men were already about to come. The three men watching had also revived their erections. "I'm gonna come," Banks groaned. "Same here," said Buzz. "The bitch's...trying to...end it quickly." "Yeah," sighed Gavin. "How can we...show her...the error...of her ways?" "Bukkake," said Church. "Good idea," said Copps, grinning. Banks, Buzz, and Gavin all removed their cocks from her holes. They stood up, and with Church, Copps, and Medea, they all formed a standing circle around kneeling Paula. The men masturbated over her upturned head, aiming their cocks at her face. First to spray was Buzz, who splashed his come on her nose, her left eye, and her left cheek. Then Banks came on her lips, her chin, and her right ear. Church, Copps, and Medea were still masturbating, trying to get themselves to orgasm soon after. But Gavin came before them, spraying on her forehead, on the top of her head, and in her left ear. "You, too, Gavin?" she whispered, looking up at him with the eyes of heartbreak. Finally, Church, Copps, and Medea all came on her face and in her hair almost simultaneously, drenching her with cooze. Both her eyes were covered in jizz, as was the rest of her face. For the moment, she couldn't see, so thick was the come covering her eyes. The men put their penises back in their pants, zipped them up, and one by one left the house. Gavin took his drugs and techno CD with him. I don't even get a goodbye? she thought, noting the coldness in the men's eyes as they all left. Still stoned and peaking, she crawled around the living room floor in circles, the men's come dripping off her body and onto the carpet. The ecstasy had amphetamine mixed in it, so she wasn't able to fall asleep the whole night. She just kept crawling and crawling, round and round the coffee table. ************** The next day, at about lunchtime, she was still in the living room naked. She was lying on her chest, exhausted, but not sleeping, for the amphetamine in the ecstasy was still having some effect. The carpet was soaked in the men's come, and her body was filthy with it smeared on her. So heartbroken that Gavin would use her in such a way, she had no energy or drive to do anything. She just lay there in despair, her vagina, rectum, and jaws terribly sore, since the rest of the drugs had worn off. The nightmare of the night before, indeed, seemed like a bad dream to her, but she was too aware of its reality to kid herself into thinking she'd merely dreamt it. Just then, the front door opened. Not only had her parents returned earlier than expected, they'd invited their next-door neighbours in! When they got to the living room and saw naked Paula, on all fours on the filthy dirty carpet, they all gasped and covered their mouths. "Paula?" her mother said, rushing over to her. "What happened?" Too exhausted to react to her humiliation before them, Paula said, "My boyfriend came over here last night," as if nothing untoward had happened. "He came?" the husband of the next-door neighbours asked. "How many times?" "Nat!" his wife chided, poking him in the arm. "How many boyfriends?" Paula's father asked angrily. "What kind of a loose girl have you turned into?!" "Richard!" the next-door neighbour wife gently chided. "You shouldn't talk that way to your daughter. Can't you see she's been raped?" "Raped? Safe here at home? Shelly, she must have let the man, or men, in, let them have their fun, and things went out of control!" Paula's mother growled. "It's her own fault, the tramp!" "Oh, show some compassion!" Shelly said, shocked at the unfeeling attitude of Paula's parents. "Don't judge till we know everything. Come on, dear: let's get you upstairs and in the shower. Come on, Richard and Mary, help me pick your daughter up." "Can I help?" Nat said, trying to hide his lascivious smirk. "I think you've seen enough, Nat," Shelly said. "Go call the police." She went with Paula and her parents to the upstairs bathroom to bathe Paula. Nat watched them take her up the stairs, ogling her naked body for as long as he could get away with it. Damn, I've always thought the Dariens' daughter was hot, he thought as he took out his cell-phone. But she looks amazing nude. I'll have to work in some private time with her later on, when this all blows over. He could hear Paula bawling loudly as the shower water was pouring in the bathroom. "Big Gavin doesn't love me!" she cried. "He just used me! Mama!" "That filthy lewd cur, or those curs: why would you think they loved you?" her father was heard to yell. "Foolish girl!" Nat dialled a number. "Hello, Gavin?" he whispered for the voice-mail. "This is Nat St. Andrew. Remember that plan you told me about? About banging Paula Darian? Why couldn't you guys have done that another night, when I was available? My wife knows: she told me to call the cops and charge rape. Her parents don't seem to sympathize with her--strange, but could be good news for you. Just in case, though, I hope you all have a good cover story, 'Paula wanted it,' that kind of thing. Just thought you should know. I know a good lawyer who can help you, if you need it; she's really ruthless about winning cases, and I'm sure she can get you all off if you're accused. Anyway, be ready. Bye." Nat put his phone away, and tittered as he heard Paula's parents shouting accusations at her as they helped her wash the come off her body; while Shelly tried to get them to stop yelling at the poor girl. Now, Paula, Nat thought, you'll pay more attention to who the friends are, and who the enemies are, on the tennis court.