1 comments/ 40945 views/ 2 favorites Smoking Has Its Risks Ch. 02 By: surrealerotic Chapter 2: The Abduction As they sped away from the house, Heather hit and kicked the guys seated on both sides of her in the back of the car. Heather wanted to get out before they drove too far away from her the house. She did not want to get driven away to the point of no return. Her fuck buddy, John, had locked her out of the house and turned on the light while she smoked a cigarette. Despite these young guys coming along the road, he did not let her in. They pulled in, trapped her, and had their way with her. John would not come out and save her. Her chest burned as much as the tears in her eyes as she replayed it in her head. Now she was their prisoner, probably to be raped for the rest of the night at their own pace and place of choice. Her ripped panties lay somewhere on his lawn. Heather intensified her assault on the guy on her left and tried opening the door. There were a lot of shouts from the front of the car and the back and she may have even done a lot of screaming herself, but none of it processed in her head. She was working off of adrenaline alone with the one goal of escape working through her racing mind. The guy on the other side grabbed her arm and pulled her back toward the center. He grabbed her legs as well as she tried to kick herself away from him. This allowed the guy she was trying to get through to grab her other arm and pull her back against the seat. Now that she was trapped, the guys worked to sit her upright. The guy on her right released her other leg so the other guy could hold onto it. He squeezed her leg between his legs. She was now pinned to the back seat with her arms and legs spread open. In the scuffle, her T-shirt had raised above her kicking legs. Frank, the guy in the front passenger seat looked back at her to see that she was in their control once again. His eyes quickly darted down to her exposed pussy. It was dark and close shaven. He smiled at her. "At least pull my shirt down and cover me," she said pleadingly. He reached in back and pulled at the top of her shirt, revealing one of her breasts, "You mean like this?" She struggled to stop him, but the guys next to her did not give an inch. He moved his hand down and lifted the overlapping shirt a little more and felt her groin. He moved his hand over her pussy and caressed it. He looked from his hand to her eyes. He gave her a surprised look and separated her lips with two fingers. With a third finger, he stroked them. Heather closed her eyes and tightened her mouth. Even if it could have felt good, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. Even in a time of crisis, her stubbornness came to the surface. After stroking her lips, he pushed a finger inside. It was mostly dry and hard for him to maintain stroking in the moving car. He pressed against her clit and patted it with the sudden bumps in the road. She did not make a noise or a movement. As she was preparing herself for a painful mauling by his fingers, he stopped. Heather opened her eyes and found him looking long and hard at her. He didn't look too sure about what to do next. Then he gave her a scornful look. The driver broke the silence. "Find something to blindfold her with," he ordered. "I don't want her knowing where we live." Those words gave her a little bit of hope. At least they were not going to take her out in a field somewhere and leave her; at least not yet. She thought about escaping at their place and calling the police. She had to come up with a plan. "With what?" the guy on her right asked. "There isn't anything back here to use." "Use your shirt," the driver barked. "I don't care. Use your underwear if you have to." "What about her shirt?" he asked. "Leave her shirt alone," he ordered. "You want someone to notice?" "Don't move!" the guy on her right ordered. "If you do, I swear I'll smack you so hard you'll feel it the rest of your life." He slowly let go of her and after a pause took off his shirt. Heather did not move. After her previous failed attempt to get free, she decided she better just do what they say for now. He wound his shirt up and then placed it around her head and tied it. He pulled part of the shirt loose in the front so that it would drop down and cover her face. It smelled of smoke, male sweat and cologne. The ride could have been 15 more minutes or it could have been an hour. She lost track. All she knew was they were originally heading south. After many turns and curves, she now had no idea where they went. Finally, the car came to a stop and the engine turned off. Before she could think of what to do, their doors were already open and the guy on her left and the driver were dragging her out. Her bare feet touched asphalt. She was lead around on the driveway and a cement walk and then came to a stop at some steps. They guided her up the three steps, the one behind her lifting her shirt and exposing her ass while doing so. They went through a creaky porch door and then into a musty smelling room. She was led across the floor and then pushed. She stumbled onto some carpet and fell to the floor. With her blindfold still on, she crawled forward a little. Someone walked up behind her and flipped her shirt up onto her back. She stopped in her tracks. "I'm sorry guys, but I can't wait for you," the guy she recognized as the driver said. "Looking at that ass up in the air; I've just got to have it now." With his clothes still on, he pressed up against her on his knees. She could feel his bulge press on her crack. His fingers reached under and felt her pussy. She was completely dry and it hurt a little. He tried rubbing some more to try and lubricate her. She gritted her teeth and squeezed her legs. He pushed her down and gave up. "Tom, don't you have a massager?" he asked. His voice grated on her. She hated him. He was the one who had originally gotten out of the car and grabbed her. He was aggressive and a total bastard. "What do you want that for?" Tom answered. "What do you think?" he asked sarcastically. "Let's get it. I think she can use a little lubing before we get the party rolling." As they left the room, Heather sat down on the floor. Her hands were shaking. "Can someone give me a cigarette?" she asked. "Please?" Someone put a cigarette and removed the blindfold. It was the shirtless guy. As he lit her cigarette, she scanned the room. It was a living room with a TV, a couch, a few old chairs and a wooden coffee table piled with filled ashtrays, a pizza box, paper plates, and beer cans. Heather thought deeply about what had happened and the situation she was in. Somehow, the cigarette allowed her to think calmly and with focus. It depressed her that her fuck buddy, John, had allowed this to happen to her. If he hadn't locked her out and done nothing...she stopped thinking about that. That was something she would have to think about later. Her current situation was that she was outnumbered by four horny young guys. They were going to have their way with her whether she wanted them to or not. They had already proven that at the house. They were kind of cute. The driver gave her the creeps, though. She would have to be careful with him or else she might get hurt. He seemed like the type that explodes. Frank, the tall one from the front seat was nasty. He looked like an ugly bird. The other two from the back seat weren't bad. The shirtless guy had a good build, a smooth face and brown skin. The other guy was kind of innocent looking. She figured she had to work on befriending these guys in order to protect her from the driver. In the meantime, she would try to just go with it. What the heck, a couple of them had nice peckers. They probably could give her better orgasms than John ever could. The driver returned with Frank and an object in his hand. It was a dark creamy color and had an "L" shape to it. It was all shiny plastic except for a thumb-sized knob on the end. It was kind of white and looked rubbery. "Who told you to take off your blindfold?" the driver asked in agitation. "I took it off," the shirtless guy said. "I didn't want it to catch on fire from the cigarette. Besides, chill out, she's already here. There's no reason to keep it on." Frank passed cans of beer around and a few belches hit the air as the driver went for Heather. Heather sat still as to not provoke him. He placed the massager on the table and gestured for her to raise her arms. Heather took a last kiss of the cigarette and handed it to him in agitation. He threw it in the ashtray with a grumble. Heather exhaled the smoke as she reluctantly raised her arms. The driver reached down and pulled her shirt up over her head and threw it across the floor. "Get on all fours," he commanded as he grabbed her wrist and pushed her over. Heather moaned a complaint and then steadied herself. She got on her knees and put her hands on the floor in front of her. She stayed in that position and waited for his next move. She heard a buzzing sound move through the air behind her. She jerked as she felt vibration touch her butt and inner thigh. She dug in and tried not to move even though she was sensitive and not sure where the next vibrating touch would be. The massager worked down to her groin and around her lips. Her lips swelled a little as the vibration brought sensation. He moved it lightly onto them and then up around her ass hole. He worked it around its edge a few times. He pulled it back and worked her cheeks. This was starting to feel good and Heather began to relax a little. He worked it back down again and around her pussy lips. All of a sudden, he pushed it through causing Heather to tighten up and claw the carpet. Surprisingly and fortunately, she was a little lubricated by then and it didn't hurt as much as she had expected. With the vibration continuing, the hurt began to go away and it started to feel a little good. Her body seemed to think so as she could start to feel it was more lubricated. He worked it in and out and up and down her groin. Her sphincter began to twitch each time the massager went near it. To her relief she could feel herself getting wetter and could hear the massager splashing against her pussy. She let a moan as she began to get into it. She looked toward the couch and noticed the guys watching her get turned on. One of them was rubbing his shorts. This turned her on even more. Could she have an orgasm in front of them? It got her excited thinking about letting herself go in front of them. As the massager went back up to her ass, a couple fingers poked inside her pussy and slid out. Again she moaned. "Now's she's ready," she heard the driver say. "Now she can take what I've got for her. I told you we would do you good. You can't get good cock like this anywhere else." She thought to herself that she was enjoying it until he opened his mouth. She tried to stop thinking about him. She fingered herself and watched the other guys as she did so. She moaned for them and licked her upper lip. The driver slapped her ass, which caused her to stop. He already had his bottoms down and quickly pushed it behind her and entered. He grabbed her hips and rode her wildly. "I'm going to break this filly in," he proclaimed. "Yee-Haa!" He rode her fast and hard and Heather did everything she could to keep her position. Sometimes his cock hit the right area and felt good and other times she could not feel anything except the pain of him slamming into the back of her. After about ten more good slams, she felt him suddenly pull out and a warm liquid dotted her back. It pooled and fell off her side and down her crack. Heather lay flat onto the ground and closed her eyes in her arms. "Yeah!" she heard him yell and a few high five slaps followed. Another beer cracked open. "You want a beer?" Frank asked. When there was no answer, she opened her eyes and looked over at him. Frank was looking straight at her. "Sure," she answered in surprise. He grabbed one from a case next to the couch and handed it to her. She took it, flipped it open, and chugged a third of it down. This surprised even her. "Wow that girl can drink," one of them said. "That girl's a keeper" More high fives followed. "Who's next?" the driver asked in a less excited voice. Frank stood up and worked his way around to her. He grabbed her shirt off the floor and wiped the remaining cum off of her back. He then pulled down his pants and shorts. He was partially erect. "Suck me like you did on the lawn," he ordered her. She took another deep gulp of her beer and then put it on the table. She kneeled up to him and gave him a forced smile as she grabbed the partially limp appendage. She laid it in her hand like a baby bird and kissed it. She sucked it into her mouth and spit it out. She did this a few times. Each time it got harder, thicker and longer. She grabbed it more forcefully and started to stroke it hard as her mouth worked the head. She could already taste the pre-cum. "Wait," he said as he pushed her head back. "I've got a different idea. Lay on the floor like you're about to do pushups." Heather hesitantly got on all fours and then lay onto her stomach. "Put your hands out like your going to do a pushup," he said. She had never done a pushup, but she put her hands near her shoulders with her elbows bent and waited. She felt his hands grab her ankles and pull her up. She slid on the carpet back toward him as her legs were pulled up into the air. She pressed her hands to the floor and tried to walk with them as the carpet began to burn her breasts. She was now staring at the rug with only her strength to keep herself pushed up to keep her from having a rug-burned forehead. He had split her legs like a "V" and pulled her pussy against him. He maneuvered her so that his cock poked her and finally pushed into her still wet pussy. All of a sudden she felt him pull her up and down as he rocked his hips into her. She clumsily tried to keep her face off the carpet. After about 5 knocks into the carpet, she put her hands under her forehead and used them as a cushion. She had never had sex that way before. It was kind of exciting. She was kind of his rag-doll with no say or work on her part other than keeping herself propped up. It felt weird and kind of good. If he wasn't so ugly she might have been able to get off on it. At least she didn't have to look at him. He did her a favor, she laughed to herself. He pumped her for a long time. The alcohol they had throughout the night must have really deadened his senses. She could feel the beads of sweat poring onto her as the guys cheered him on, "Go, go, go, go!" She began to get tired in the awkward position and her legs hurt where he had a hold of her. She was ready to just let her face hit the carpet when she felt him get bigger. He was ready. Everything got hot inside and very wet. He pulled her a few more times, groaning loudly. He pulled back and dropped her legs to the floor in exhaustion. Heather lay still on the carpet with her face turned toward them. The driver had passed out on the couch! Frank grabbed a beer and quickly downed it. After a few high fives, he bid his roommates goodnight. "She's all yours," he said thoroughly exhausted. "I'm going to lie down and catch my breath. I'll be back out by the time you two finish." He walked out of the room and disappeared. The next sound she heard was a thud and creaking from him dropping onto a bed. Heather grabbed her beer and finished it. "You want another one?" Tom, the puppy-eyed guy asked. "Sure," Heather answered. "That would be wonderful." Two down and two to go, she thought. She could handle these two. She could turn the tables on Tom and do whatever she wanted with him. The other guy intrigued her. He looked like he could pleasure her. She would save him for last. He looked just sensitive enough to get through to. Tom handed her a fresh beer and shyly looked at her body. Heather noticed this as she cracked open her beer and took a sip. She smiled and winked at him. "Why don't you pull it out so I can give you a cold shot," she said seductively. "A what?" he asked." What's a cold shot?" "Unzip your pants and you'll find out," she smiled. "I promise you'll like it." He hesitantly undid his cargos. There was not much showing through his blue briefs. Heather kneeled up to him. She looked up at him slyly and stuck her hand inside his waistband. She grabbed onto his limp dick as her other hand pulled his briefs down to his ankles. She picked up the massager from the table and turned it on. Again she looked up at him, she gave him a surprised look as she applied it to his dick. After only a few rounds, it began to come to attention. She turned off the massager and instead stroked his cock. She twirled her tongue around it and sucked it. He gave out a few nervous moans. "Is that a cold shot?" he asked. She stopped and gave out a deep breath. He looked like he wasn't sure if he had angered her with the question. She picked up her beer and took a mouth full. Instead of swallowing it all, she held some in her mouth. She again held onto his cock, and stroked it. She put her mouth over it with the cold beer still inside. He gave out a louder moan and his cock twitched in her mouth. She moved her mouth over it a few times and then swallowed. Now she worked him furiously, intent on finishing him off. She alternated between stroking him quickly and sucking on him. She also worked in moving her other hand flat under and behind his balls in the rhythm of her stroking and sucking. He moaned louder and more often. She could feel his cock swell up some more. She pulled it out of her mouth and pointed it at her chest just as he shot out his load. She milked him until he shook and couldn't take it anymore. Heather left him there as she crawled over and got her shirt. She wiped herself off and smiled as she looked at her handy work stumble out of the room and disappear. The driver was still asleep on the couch and was now noticeably snoring. The shirtless guy was behind the couch and holding his crotch with one hand. He watched her speechless. "You have your own room?" she asked him. "Aaaa, yeah," he answered awkwardly. "Why don't we get comfortable," she said as she stood up and seductively walked over to him. She leaned against him and put his arm around her. She then allowed him to take the lead. They walked out of the room where the other two had previously disappeared and walked down a short hall. They stopped at the room down the left and end of the hall. He flipped a light switch through the cracked door and led her in. Clothes were strewn everywhere in the small room. There wasn't much for furniture except for a bed and a bureau. A window with closed blinds decorated the wall behind the bed. Heather closed the light and followed him to the bed. The moon let in enough light for her to see the bed and him. Heather undressed him and felt his muscles. They kissed awkwardly and then passionately. She pushed him down onto the bed and made him lay down. She lay on top of him and they kissed more. He massaged her breasts and edged his cock against her. She kneeled up and pushed down onto it. She gently rode him as she pressed down on his chest. Heather felt hot and wet. It felt very comfortable and good. She was in control. It was like she was cheating on her boyfriend, except without the guilt. She chose him. She chose to take him to bed. Her pussy gushed and her body shook. She pressed down onto his chest. They gently kissed. She allowed him to spin her around and get on top of her. As he rode her, she moved her legs up over her head. Her pussy was pooling and splashing as he thrust into her. She held him tight as she moaned and shook. They tried different positions for the next hour or two and after he had cum fully, they both fell asleep in the morning light that was just starting to glow. Smoking Has Its Risks Ch. 02 When they both woke up the next morning, Heather rolled over and leaned on his chest. She kissed him lightly and smiled at him. "I'll take you home in a little while," he said. "Thank you." She said and lightly kissed him again. "Only there's one thing." His eyes narrowed and fear crept into them. She enjoyed his reaction. "I don't want to go home," she answered. Relief crossed his face. "I want you to take me back to where you found me." "I don't understand," he said puzzled. "That was your home." "No," she stated flatly. "That was my boyfriend's house." "What?!" he asked as he sat up. "What are you talking about?" "My boyfriend really did lock my out of the house last night," she explained. "He wont let me smoke in the house, so I went outside to smoke. He locked the door on me and turned on the outside light. He meant for someone to see me. He's a sick fuck." "Then why do you want to go back?" he asked. "That's where you and your friends come in," she said. "Do you want to help me get back at him?" "Damn straight!" he exclaimed. "What kind of asshole does that to his girlfriend? You're not still going to be his girlfriend are you?" "What do you think?" she asked. "And you and your buddies aren't exactly upstanding citizens either for what you did to me." He shrank back, "But...I didn't know..." "Save it," she said before he could get anything else out. "I like you. In fact I like you a lot. I'm kind of happy with the way things turned out. Don't get me wrong, you guys owe me big time. What happened last night wasn't right. Now you have a chance to make it right. Are you in?" He nodded seriously, "I'd do anything for you." Heather lay back down on his chest. Her eyes were intense as she began to think up a plan. A devious smile formed on her face. Smoking Has Its Risks Ch. 03 As the car turned to go up the driveway, Heather could hardly breathe. She was very nervous. Her plan was about to unfold where it had all started. John, her ex-fuck buddy, would regret locking her outside in her underwear and T-shirt while she smoked. And even worse, he allowed her to get raped by the guys who she now allied herself with. She sat in the back seat between Alex, the guy she had slept with and befriended, and Tom, the harmless and quiet one. Heather wore a new blouse, skirt, and tights which she had "guilted" Alex and the guys to buy her. She even got pink socks and white sneakers out of the deal. She had nothing but a stretched out T-shirt when she had been abducted to their house. Heather had them pull all the way up the driveway where there were no windows on the side of the house. John's car and her car were parked in the short area in the front of the house. They got out of the car and quietly closed the doors. The guys stayed behind as Heather made her way to the front door. She rang the doorbell and waited. John opened the inside door. He was shocked and hesitant. He did not know how to react to her. He was relieved that she was okay and had come back. At the same time, he was afraid of how angry she may be. He opened the outside door wide and Heather walked past him. There was a short silence as John wasn't sure if any of the thoughts in his head would anger her if he said something. Fortunately, Heather began to talk even if it did sound a little rehearsed. Words were a relief in themselves. "You know I ought to kick your ass, don't you?" she asked rhetorically. "Don't answer. It's over with. I'm here. You owe me." "I didn't know that was going to happen," John explained. "I just thought they'd honk the horn or something." "Then why didn't you let me in when they drove up?" she asked. "Forget it. I don't want to know. I got fucked at your enjoyment. You want to get fucked at my enjoyment?" "What do you mean?" he asked. "Yes or no?" she threw back at him. "You want to fuck my way." "Okay," he said reluctantly. He couldn't answer no to fucking, but he also didn't know what was up her sleeve. Too much had happened to totally trust her. "Let's go outside," she stated as she started walking to the kitchen sliding doors. "Why?" he asked as he slowly followed. "I want you to fuck outside," She answered. "It's only fair. I got fucked outside." He followed her out into the back yard. He was a little nervous about having sex outside. He had never done it before. Not that he had any neighbors that could easily see him, but just the same, he was both scared and excited about doing it outside. "Where?" He asked. "How about the picnic table," she said as she walked over and stood in front of it. "Okay," he answered. He walked up to her and looked around to make sure no one was walking through his property. "Here, I'll get you started," she said as she clutched his bulge and undid his zipper. Heather undid the button of his Levis shorts and allowed them to fall. John's hard-on quickly became lively and pressed against his waistband. Heather wore a shitty grin which he knew meant she was up to no good, but it was going good so far. Heather grabbed his bulge and looked deep into his eyes, holding his attention, "I have an important question." Here it comes, he thought. She's going to stop now that he was all hard. He figured he'd just have to say what she wanted to hear. Any funny games, he'd force her on the table and put an end to the charades. "Do you want me to suck your dick?" she asked sarcastically. John didn't like her tone, but decided there was no harm in saying yes. He'd make her suck it if she didn't. "Yes," he answered with authority. All of a sudden, he heard heavy footsteps behind him. Before he could do more than turn around, his arms were grabbed by some guys and he was pinned against the edge of the table. He quickly recognized them as the guys who had fucked and kidnapped Heather. Two of the guys held him and two guys stood behind Heather as she faced him. They looked angry and called him every name in the book for what he did to Heather, even though it had been them doing the "doing" part. John tried to pull away from them, but could not. They threatened to hurt him if he continued to struggle. Resigned for now, he stood there quietly and concentrated on Heather. "I bet you got your kicks last night," she said. "Well tonight it's my turn to get my kicks. What do you think of that?" John played it safe and did not respond. As long as none of the guys were gay, it wouldn't turn out too bad. He waited. "Well I guess what you think doesn't matter now does it," she continued. "I'm in control tonight. The first thing I'm going to do is punish you. She raised an eyebrow to accentuate the point. John waited for what she had in mind. "Turn him around and hold his arms down on the table," she ordered. They quickly complied and John did not resist much. He did not like where it was leading, but again, she wasn't going to be too bad to him. It wasn't like he had her beaten up or something. Besides, she looked like she was enjoying getting gang fucked after a while. John waited for the punishment. "Here's for locking me out just because I smoked," she scolded. John felt an explosion against his ass. His body jumped and a yelp of surprise involuntarily rose from his mouth. His ass stung worse as the feeling came back. "Here's for being a fucking asshole for watching me get fucked by other men and doing nothing about it," she yelled. A second strike pounded his ass. His body moved forward and this time a deeper reaction came from his mouth. He felt her hands smooth over his ass. They clawed into his underwear and pulled away. The grey cotton briefs tore away in her fingers with a light tearing sound. The cooler air felt good against his fiery cheeks. The action of her tearing away his clothes actually made him a little hard again, despite his situation. "Look at how red they are," Heather said amused. "Let's see how they look when they feel the wood hitting them directly." Very quickly, too quickly, another slap hit his now exposed ass. It hurt really bad this time. John couldn't help screaming out into the approaching night sky. "That's for doing absolutely nothing the whole time," she continued, "even though I called for you repeatedly!" She swung the board against him as hard as she could a couple more times. Each time it hurt even more, despite the fact that some of his nerve endings had been beaten into submission. John could not help yelling out each time and tears of pain wet his eyes. "They couldn't believe me when I told them that you were home that night," she said. "They had to come over and see it for their own eyes." One of the guys took his turn with the board with the hardest whack that John thought could ever be possible. The other guy took a swing as well. John felt a warm little trickle of blood go down his leg. "Tie him to the table," Heather ordered. "I want to have some fun." The two guys holding him turned him around and then lifted him up onto the picnic table. They slid him back so that his feet were on it as well. The other two guys threw rope to them and all four of them tied his wrists and ankles to the attached table benches. After they were done, Heather walked over to the side and looked him over. "Someone tare off his clothes," she said. "You guys are stronger than me and I don't feel like doing it myself." The guys yanked his shirt from both sides and proceeded to rip it off in a tug-of-war. One of them easily stretched his underwear out into shreds and off of his body. Again, his dick involuntarily hardened a bit from the sensation. Even his shorts were torn from his ankles and his shoes and socks were removed so that he was totally naked. "Looks like someone's stuck outside for everyone to see," she teased. "Alex, turn on the outside light." Alex went in and turned on the orange outside which barely began to project in the weakening pale sky. Heather slid her fingers on his chest and over his stomach and then back up to his neck and face. "You think you can get it up for me?" she asked mockingly. "Let everyone see what kind of man you are." She moved her hands seductively over his chest and nipples and around his stomach. His partially hard dick began to grow and slide up his lower stomach. Heather cupped her hand around it. "Look what we have here," she said. "Outside for all the world to see and you still got hard. You are sick. What am I going to do with you?" She shook it in her palm and fingers until it rose up and tightened in her grasp. She stroked it up and down slowly a couple times. "Are you going to cum for us, John?" she asked. "Are you going to cum in front of everyone? I wonder if anyone else can see you." She took in a long breath in between her teeth and stroked it hard and fast. John yelled out as the sensation overwhelmed him. Precum quickly seeped out and lubricated it against her hand. The sound of the lubrication and the outdoor exposure made his excitement rise. He was being humiliated by her, but his body was treating it like a wet dream. He began to squirm and pull against the ropes. Sensing his heightened arousal, she stopped. "You look like you want to cum," she said sarcastically. "Do you want to cum?" He didn't answer, figuring it was rhetorical. "Well, do you want to cum?" she asked with some anger. "Yes," he said quietly and ashamed. "I'm sure you do," she said, "but you're going to have to beg me for it." John stayed quiet. The euphoria was wearing off and his logical side was starting to take control. He was about to say no when Heather grabbed him hard again and stroked him fast enough to be a blur. His midsection rose up off the table as he screamed out in pleasure. Just as quickly, she stopped again. "Beg me to make you cum, John, "she ordered. "Make me cum, make me cum!" John exclaimed having lost all control to his body. "That's good John," she answered and slowly rubbed the head. "Now say make me cum because I'm nothing but a pathetic fuck." "Make me cum because I'm a pathetic fuck!" he yelled. "That's close enough," she said calmly. "It's your lucky night because I am going to let you cum for everyone to see." She stepped up her hand fucking into rapid motion straight up into the air and had John rising up off of the table. He held out for another minute and then she could feel it begin to spasm. She angled it toward his face without letting up. She aimed for his mouth. The cum finally spurt out and hit his chest and neck on the first couple shots. After that it dribbled out like streaming lava. Heather let go of it, a little disappointed in its range and wiped the cum from her hand onto his legs. It pasted the hair on his legs like Vaseline. Heather took the guys into the house. John lay there on the table. It throbbed against his stomach a few times and gradually shrank back, leaving a trail of slime like a slug. As his body cooled down and his breathing slowed, his predicament began to hit home. He was tied naked to a picnic table out in his own back yard by his girlfriend, and worst of all, some strangers. The evening was going to turn dark and that meant it would get cold and the bugs would come toward the light. He fought against the ropes, but they were tight and strong. He relaxed and watched them through the sliding glass doors. Inside, Heather was handed a beer from John's refrigerator. She sat at the head of the kitchen table where she could see John. She did not turn and look at him, but wanted to be there where he could see her having fun with the guys and where she could check up on him once in a while. She flipped open her beer and took short, quick gulps on the first swig. It tasted good. She still felt a bit of nervousness about what she was doing, but it was quickly dissolving with the beer. The guys sat at the table as well, with beer and a bag of chips they'd scouted out. "Now what?" Alex asked. "We wait," she calmly said behind her beer. "I want to give him some quality time out there." There was a pause. "How about we play cards," Heather offered. "Strip poker," Tom inserted. "What good is that?" Frank asked. "She's the only girl and we've already seen her naked." "If I lose, I have to perform for the winner," Heather added. "If one of you loses, you're just out. Deal?" "Sure!" they all agreed. Alex was a little hesitant because they had developed a thing together after sleeping together last night, but he didn't want disappoint his buddies either. They had their way with her last night, so what was another time. "The cards are in the drawer behind you," she said pointing to Frank. He located them and began to shuffle. He called five card stud with one-eyed jacks. Heather looked out the window. It was already dark. John was lit up like a Christmas display on the table. She could hear him muttering something through the screen door. He shifted his head side to side and moved his arms now and then. She turned her attention back to her cards. It wasn't long before a few shirts came off. When it was her turn to lose something, she playfully stood up and removed the clothing seductively. She was the center of everyone's attention, including John outside. She made the most of it. The first to go was her skirt. She slowly unclasped and unzipped it and let it fall off her ass and then her front. When it was time for her shirt, she slowly unbuttoned it and slid it off while swaying her hips and shaking her shoulders. She had no bra. She wiggled her tits and squeezed them for the guys...and John. Before long, she had to peel her tights. Again she wiggled her hips as she slowly wriggled them down, revealing a tiny, white thong. The three guys who had lost a few hands couldn't help but show their hard-ons through their boxers and briefs. A yell came from outside. She did not know if it was from the mosquitoes biting him or from his outrage that she was exposing herself to the guys and having fun at it. It was probably the former, but she buzzed on the latter. She'd never felt so desired in her life. Animal lust was so obvious that it was stamped on their foreheads. She had thrown some of her hands. She wanted to show herself off. It was time to remove her thong. She climbed up onto the table and rocked her hips side by side. The guys hooted and hollered. She dug her thumps under the thin thong straps on her hips and slowly slid them down the cheeks of her ass. The lower her thumbs went, the lower she bent over. She let her thong drop to the table. She picked it up between her toes and flung it at Alex. They smiled. She walked around the table and displayed her body to each guy, like a stripper teasing the audience. The driver, Joe, had won the game. She stopped in front of him. "How's that for a performance?" she asked. "Very nice," he said. "Now you have to perform for me. I won." "I just did," she said. "No, you didn't perform as I wanted," he added. "I tell you what I want you to do." "Alright, I'll give you that," she answered. "What do you have in mind?" "I want you to feel yourself for us," he said. "You have to make yourself cum right here on the table." "I said I would perform," she said, "Not perform sexual acts on myself." "Last time I checked, that was a performance," he said. "Right guys?" "Yeah," they agreed. "Hell yeah!" "I don't know if I can cum for you," she stated. "But I'll try. Alex, go in the bedroom and get my vibrator from the left table bottom drawer." Heather got down and lay on her back, with her head at the end of the table where she could look outside. She bent her knees and spread her legs open. She licked her finger and rubbed the outside of her pussy lips and her clit. Alex returned with a finger vibrator. Heather slid it onto her index finger and turned it on. She eased it onto her pussy and worked the edges. Her mouth formed vowels with no sound. The guys huddled at the end with her feet and watched, except for Joe. He watched from the head of the table. She dug the vibrator inside her lips and let out a vocal vowel. Her announcement of pleasure was a bit loud and a bit fake, but it was part of the performance. As she moaned for them and fingered herself, she watched them watching her. It was getting her off as well. She began to rock her hips and used her free hand to alternate between feeling her nipples and her clit. She was getting hot and sweaty, and the pressure in her head was building to a new high. The moans became louder and more frequent. She suddenly felt something hit her lips. Joe had something else in mind for her as well. At this point, she was too aroused to know whether to suck or duck. He pulled her head over the edge of the table by grabbing her under the arms. He slowly inserted his cock into her upside-down mouth. Heather instinctively sucked him in. She watched his balls as he slid inward and outward in her mouth. Very quickly, he became salty and slimy. His balls began to tighten and shrink. Meanwhile, Heather was working her clit furiously. She moaned on his cock, adding vibration to his pleasure. She could feel his cock tighten. At the same time, her clit and body tightened up as all of the pressure in her head looked for escape. As he came into her mouth, she sprayed between her legs. She gulped him down and sprayed across the table in unison. She could hear the guys making excited comments, but could not hear them through the train that was running through her. Joe pulled out of her, the wet head tapping her nose as it went by. It left a wet and slimy cocktail of their fluids on her face. Her body relaxed onto the table as well. She regained her senses and sat up. "Help me off," she said to the three guys gawking at her with hunger. They pulled her up and carefully off of the table. "I have to take a piss and wipe myself off," she said. "Start another game and we'll see what I can offer the next winner." The guys were delighted and sat down for another hand. They ignored the mess on the table as only guys would. They got dressed as they talked shop. Heather grabbed her clothes and stumbled down the hall. She went into the bathroom and opened the light. She shut the door and then after a pause opened it and locked it. She looked back down the hall to make sure the end guy wasn't looking and quietly closed the door behind her. She tip-toed across the hall into a spare bedroom and closed the door. As she got dressed, she picked up the phone and dialed. She spoke softly into the phone after a voice answered. John was getting eaten alive and harassed by every insect in a square mile. The dried cum on him didn't help either. He could not free himself and was sure she was going to leave him out until morning. The bites were killing him. Because he couldn't scratch them, the pain seemed to linger forever. His whole body was becoming a cushion of pins. He heard cars approaching from up the road. The yard became alive with flashing lights. They were red, blue and white. He wasn't sure if the pain was making him hallucinate or if there was an emergency vehicle going by. The lights continued flashing, but stopped moving. They were in his driveway. The police banged on the front door and quickly overtook the surprised, half drunk guys at the table. They were quickly handcuffed and led out. In the process, they noticed John tied to the table. With smirks on their faces, they untied him. Before he could thank them, they turned him around and handcuffed him. "Wait, I live here," he said. "Is your name John?" an office asked. Smoking Has Its Risks Ch. 03 "Yes," he answered emphatically. "You're under arrest," he said. "We'll lock up for you." "Why, what for?" he asked. "Let's go," the other officer answered. They tied a towel around his waist and led him around the house to the remaining police car. As he walked toward the flashing lights, he could see a car parked a little bit down the road, on the lightless street. Great, I'm putting on a show for my distant neighbors, he thought to himself. That is, if I hadn't already. Then he noticed something that sent a chill through him. A red dot glowed brightly and then dimmed inside the car. He knew who was watching him from afar, laughing at him. He knew it was her. Heather let out a deep breath of smoke. Poor John had red marks all over him. The bugs did a pretty good job. The poor bastard. Servers him right. It was over. She put the car into gear and slowly drove down the road and disappeared into the darkness. That would be the last time they would see her. She would make sure of it. She would never forget the last 24 hours. The sound of her small vibrator came alive. She tingled down below as the car drove down the rough, dirt road.