Going Too Far (25 page)

He sounded like a TV producer putting ideas into words in a brainstorming session. I’m thinking rape, no, that’s too violent, I’m thinking gangbang – marvellous, darling. . .

‘Have you brought your dressing-up clothes?’ asked Robbie.

‘Some things.’ Carlos nodded. ‘So? Are we on?’

I was most definitely on, even if it meant I had to swap roles and help the other two tie the reluctant Red to the tent frame and rape him, no sorry, gangbang him. But finally he nodded agreement, and before everyone started shuffling around wondering how to start I sent the guys down to the stream with the dirty pots and dishes while I snatched some quality time with Carlos.

‘Is this for me? Or you?’ I asked as soon as the others were out of earshot. ‘Or is there another agenda here?’

‘It’s for both of us. It’s because you’ll be going home in a couple of weeks’ time. It’s because I might never see you again. It’s because I really had nothing to do for Christmas. And not least, just for the hell of it.’

He drew me inside the tent and we kissed. His tongue explored my mouth insistently but tenderly, redolent of the lover he had been after the Maria incident. Strange really, when you consider he’d just asked me to play at being tied up and gangbanged by two other men while he watched.

‘Heard from Susie?’

‘Of course. She’s running the office.’ His face clouded over. ‘I’ll be back in Lima within a month. I guess we’ll make up, but I’ll never forget what she did to you.’

‘Well, maybe it wasn’t such a big deal.’

He snorted. ‘She doesn’t know where to draw the line, or rather she takes a sadistic delight in ignoring it. Power is one thing. Using it cruelly is another.’

‘Pretend cruelty’s different, though.’

Carlos picked up a black bag from the top of his rucksack. ‘Talking of which . . .’

Ten minutes later I was dancing close – I mean
very
close – to Red, who was playing my boyfriend. He got into the spirit of the thing by feeling me up as I rubbed myself around him and he then undid the buttons of my shirt. I pulled it back to expose the front-lacing black basque that Carlos had brought for me, running my hands over my tits and offering them to Red. Robbie and Carlos looked on and, feeling like a stripper, I tossed off my shirt and unzipped my trousers. Wiggling my hips I pulled them down and stepped out of them, now wearing only the basque and a black G-string.

Although it was Red’s hand I placed between my legs it was Robbie and Carlos I was gyrating for. I’d been worried that Red wasn’t going to be able to perform with Carlos there but Red was facing away from him and as he fingered me, feeling my increasing wetness seeping on to the scrap of silk, I reckoned he was going to be fine.

I unzipped him and his penis sprang out, almost ready for me. Stroking it gently I coaxed it to its normal hugeness, luxuriating in showing off the length and circumference of it to Carlos. Did he feel jealous? As Red got his combats off completely I kneeled and took him in my mouth, licking up the shaft and then opening my mouth wide to take him in. His hands kneaded my shoulders and reached down to my nipples.

Partly because I wanted that huge cock inside me again and partly because I wanted to get on with the show, I lay on my back and undid the bows on each side of the G-string so that it fell off me.

‘Fuck me.’

As Red rubbered up I turned towards Robbie and Carlos, drawing my knees up and showing them my cunt. It had started to twitch in anticipation and I wondered if they could see. It also occurred to me that as Robbie hadn’t come on set yet, as it were, Carlos might appreciate a bit of commentary from me. And let’s face it, I would appreciate it myself.

‘Get your big cock inside me,’ I said lazily, stroking my clit, but before he could get down to it I turned sideways so that Carlos and Robbie would have more than Red’s arse and my waving legs to watch.

My moan as he entered me wasn’t faked. He was so big that I couldn’t help it: every time was the same. He moved slowly at first then as I expanded around the huge girth of his cock I raised my legs and put them over his shoulders.

‘You’re so bloody big. You fill me right up,’ I breathed. ‘Oh Christ. What do I feel like?’

‘Bloody wonderful,’ he said, his face on my tits as I teased my nipples for him.

‘Do my tits look nice in this?’

He nodded. Red wasn’t one for verbal intercourse, but then as he had Robbie for that side of things I guess it wasn’t important.

His thrusts got deeper and faster and I guessed he was going to come soon. I wondered when Robbie would make his appearance as the ‘friend’; we’d hardly had time to rehearse. I looked sideways and could see him, absorbed in watching me roll my nipples between my fingers.

Red’s hand moved to my clitoris but I stopped him. ‘Not yet. I want you to concentrate on coming.’ Moving my hands away from my breasts I reached down to his balls. Because of his size it wasn’t easy to reach but I stroked him a few times as he upped the rhythm and came with what almost sounded like a sob in his throat. After he had finished I put my legs down and held him.

‘Maybe I’ve chosen the wrong moment to interrupt.’

Robbie came towards us and stood looking down, his face amused. I was quite impressed by his script.

Red looked up and smiled. ‘G’day, mate. No worries, I’ve just finished.’

He lifted himself off me and sat back, legs crossed, and yawned. ‘I’ve got to finish Bliss off, but that can wait.’

Robbie looked me over almost clinically. ‘Let her do it for herself. I wouldn’t mind watching.’

‘Piss off,’ I retorted. ‘I don’t need to do it for myself, thanks very much. Anyway, I definitely wouldn’t do it in front of you.’

‘Why not?’ He sat down and smiled at me impudently and complicitly. ‘Go on, I’ve never seen a girl wank herself off before. He won’t mind – will you, mate?’

Red grinned. ‘Wouldn’t mind seeing it myself. You’ve got a perverted mind, Rob.’

‘Don’t you really care if he watches?’ I asked, realising I should stop acting so hammily; my voice sounded like I was auditioning for
Eastenders
.

Red shook his head.

‘Doesn’t look like you’re that important to him,’ said Robbie insolently. ‘Just another slut, eh, Red?’

‘Shut it,’ I said, trying to put conviction into my voice.

‘Go on, slut. Get your fingers down there and let’s see how fast you can make yourself come. Or do you want me to do it for you?’

‘No,’ I said as positively as I could.

‘So do it for yourself. Here, I’ll help you.’

He pulled my legs apart and, after running his eyes up and down my gaping sex, shook his head and laughed. ‘God, you’re soaking wet down there. You really are a horny little bitch, aren’t you?’

Yes, yes, yes! everything in me cried out, especially when he motioned Red round to hold one of my legs. Their hands sent jolts of electricity straight upwards as they grasped my thighs.

‘Go on,’ ordered Robbie. ‘Or I will.’ He looked at his watch. ‘Ready, steady, go. See how fast you can do it.’

My sex muscles were already twitching and if it wasn’t for the fact that I felt weak with desire and my hands were trembling slightly I reckon it would have been about thirty seconds flat. As it was I took him literally and rubbed myself in what you could describe as a workmanlike fashion. Their restraining hands and their eyes on me meant that it really didn’t take long, and although I couldn’t see Carlos I knew he was watching. I moaned as the orgasm tore through me.

‘Jesus, you know how to come,’ Robbie said, his voice rough and intimate. ‘I wouldn’t mind feeling that round my prick. Is she always like that, mate?’

‘For sure,’ said Red. ‘Go on, have her if you like.’

‘Excuse me!’ I was in indignant mode again. ‘It’s up to me.’

Robbie sighed. ‘You know you want it. You’re a dirty little tramp, aren’t you? The way you did that; don’t tell me you don’t make a habit of it. You’d fuck anything. You’re just putting on an act because you think lover boy won’t like it. Aren’t you?’

‘Don’t mind me, Bliss,’ said Red.

‘I’ll tell you what, if it makes you feel better, I’ll tie you up and you can pretend you don’t want it. How about that?’

Now I could think straight again after my relief I was full of admiration for Robbie. Not only was he acting like a pro, he’d scripted a play within a play. I decided that my next line was silence, which could be taken for acquiescence or otherwise, and waited motionless while Robbie picked something from the floor. I sighed as I saw the black leather ties, not with desire, because after my orgasm I felt temporarily sated, but with longing for the freedom of the chains.

Had he taken a quick lesson from Carlos? First he bound my wrists and then, lifting my arms above my head, wrapped the leather methodically round them as far as it would reach. I didn’t see how else he could tie me, as there was nothing to attach me to in the tent apart from the thin wire of the frame. The basque was already moulded round my breasts, and it would hardly serve his purpose to tie my legs together. But instead he wrapped it twice around my belly, just above my pubes, and knotting it behind he ran it down the crease of my arse and tied it round my left thigh. I could feel it rub against my anus as he laid me down and wrapped the last leather band around my ankle several times, knotting it and then tying it around the only heavy item in the tent, Carlos’s rucksack.

His face had been lost in concentration as he went methodically about his work but, having finished, he looked at me and smiled. The smile was a mask, part of the role he was playing, but I could see that beneath the smile his face was heavy with wanting. My sex muscles started to throb and I felt my own eyes narrowing with desire. I heard, or maybe imagined, Carlos breathing heavily and Red stirred, maybe slightly uneasily but also infected by the almost oppressive atmosphere that suddenly pervaded the tent.

‘It’s not up to you any more, Bliss,’ said Robbie, his voice seeming rougher and louder in the steamy silence. ‘I’m going to do exactly what I want. And you know what? I want to fuck you. Is that OK?’

‘You just said I can’t stop you,’ I breathed.

‘I don’t think you understand what I mean. I wanted you to say that it was OK. That it was very OK, in fact that you want me to.’ His voice was almost menacing.

‘I do,’ I said faintly. ‘I do want you to.’

He was taking his jeans off. ‘Please.’

‘Please,’ I repeated. ‘Please fuck me.’

He rolled the condom over his hard cock. I remembered the taste of it so well and how good it had felt in my mouth. At last I was going to feel it inside me, and without prompting I repeated my plea.

‘I want you to screw me. Please.’

His face was close to mine; I felt us breathe the same atoms of air that was already moist from the condensation that was building up inside the tent. I knew Red and Carlos were also affected by the electricity between us and as Robbie pulled my body forward so that my bound leg bent at the knee I raised my hips, offering myself to him, and symbolically to all three of them.

‘Do you really want me, or would anybody do?’ he asked.

I guessed at my line. ‘Anybody.’

‘Slut.’

My muscles quivered at the word. We smiled at each other; we were still playing our parts despite the haze of desire that engulfed us. I sighed as he entered me.

At last. He moved slowly but deeply inside me. I looked at his face and wished I could see myself, my arms raised supplicatingly above my head, my sex outlined in black, my ankle chained to the heavy bag. He had finally got his wish to see me bound and I wondered how he felt now.

‘Do you like being tied up?’ he asked me.

‘Yes. Do you like having me tied up?’ I countered.

‘Yeah. You’re helpless. I can do whatever I want with you.’

‘I don’t care: you can anyway.’

‘Even a slag like you must have some limits.’

Slag, that’s me. I felt my sex start to swell.

‘No limits.’

I deliberately repeated Red’s words of only two weeks before. Robbie pushed faster inside me and I was sure he remembered them too. His fingers reached down and stroked my clitoris softly while he watched my face. I nodded my approval and his fingers rubbed firmly and surely and he watched me as I came. I saw the surprise on his face and realised that though they’d both teased me about how violently my muscles contracted in orgasm, it was the first time he’d felt it with his cock. As he came he whispered my name and I managed to keep it going for as long as he lasted, feeling like a virgin.

Robbie sat back breathlessly. I knew we had to continue with the show but I was in no state for anything. He squeezed my mons just as I had finished, trying to suck the last faint vibrations from my orgasm, setting off that tingling afterglow feeling.

‘Must be your turn again, mate,’ he said to Red. Funny, the thought of Red fucking me again seemed like a violation, whereas we’d started off with him as the legitimate one. Still, this was Carlos’s treat. I had been the first to agree to it and I could hardly pull out now.

‘I’ll have her from behind this time,’ said Red. He turned me over, detaching my foot from the rucksack first and carefully tying it again after moving it to the other side. I couldn’t judge what he had thought about the last scene. I just hoped he hadn’t chosen that position because he couldn’t bear to face me.

He moved me on to my knees and elbows and positioned himself behind me. ‘Nice one,’ he said, rubbing his hand along the leather band in the crease of my arse. Without any further preliminaries or even his usual tentative thrusts he pushed his thick length straight inside me.

‘You’ve got to admit I’m bigger than him,’ he said as he rode me hard.

‘You are big. So thick, it almost hurts.’

‘Do you want to be hurt?’ asked Robbie from just behind my left shoulder. I guessed he was watching Red’s prick stretch me open just as he had so many times before.