The audible grown was punctuated by Ray's inability to speak.
"You! You! You," he paused to collect himself "YOU BITCH!"
I was wondering where this was heading by now, but enjoying it none the less. The rest of us gaped wide when we saw Annette doing the unthinkable act of dumping some beer in his lap.
"THAT'S IT! I am warning you...a girl could get herself spanked for a lot less than that, and I have half a mind to take you over my knee right now and teach you some respect," Ray challenged.
If anyone was half asleep in the room, they were not now! These two just could not back it down. This contest was going to blow wide open at any moment, and Annette was adding more fuel.
"You have the Half a Mind part right, but frankly, You Haven't Got The Balls!" she dared sticking her backside in his face.
Having his bluff called made Ray's face only a few shades of red less than the skin tight slacks covering her bottom. Time stood still, while the others egged him on. His indecision was momentary; he grabbed her and set her in his lap, and with the help of Jim and Bill, he laid her out across the three of them. The struggle was short, and her futile screams of "No!" went unanswered. Ray's first swat was enough to wake her up. But his hand drifting lazily over her exquisite curves. Four bulges were growing in the room. His next was a resounding smack that echoed around the walls followed closely by her whimper. She struggled to cover the target, but other hands were there to hold fast her arms. She tried to roll off onto the floor, but Bill captured her right leg on the floor with his legs, and locked his arms around her left. This position gained Ray a lot more access to her forbidden possessions. Taking the liberty he explored deeper, harder, and longer with each administered swat. After rubbing her femininity to the point of objection, Ray finished with a flurry of swats that was sure to warm anyone's bottom.
She looked at me wantonly; I just chuckled. My heartstrings caught as I thought I saw tears in her eyes. But she had gotten herself into this mess and she did deserve what ever she got. If she had ever had a naughty girl father fetish, her dreams had materialized. The easing of their grip gave a hint of escape.
"Where do you think your going?" They asked.
She pleaded that she need to go potty. Her release to do so, was predicated by solemn promise to return to their laps. She reluctantly agreed only after their pledge not to punish her again. The guys were having a great time, and I was getting a major hard on.
Upon her return, Annette, laid down across their three eager laps. Touch was now the order of the day, and she was treated to a total back rub. Between the quantities of beer and the massage, she wilted into total submission. It was plain to see that she was enthralled by this comforting activity. Ray was in total bliss, as his position granted him the luscious curves of her buttocks. Jim stroked her long soft auburn hair with ample attention to her shoulders, back and neck. Meanwhile Bill, sort of left out in the cold, kneaded her long beautiful legs wandering higher and higher in an effort to share in the fun.
Annette's attendants were to soon become discontented, and so she was assisted face up. Six excited hands were intently exploring her every inch. Time passed. Beer flowed. Passions rose until lust dominated the scene. Her lack of resistance shocked me. I was puzzled, pleased, and excited. Bill had removed her shoes to provide the luxury of a great foot massage. His desires clearly concentrated on the curves of her inner thighs. Jim's gentle touch of her face had her looking directly into his eyes. Annette was responding. You could feel the desire in the air. He bent slowly and lips met. A Lovers kiss. Passionate tongues probing, with time exceeding far beyond my comfort level. Concurrently his right hand dove beneath her open neckline. Ray was massaging her lower belly circling higher up her sensuous mounds. He had my full attention! I was about ready to climb the walls. Ray leaned out over her to take Jim's place in a deep French kiss that seemed to last forever. I touched my own lips. I could taste her sweetness in my mind. When they broke free, our eyes locked. The search for understanding and approval sailed the courses of these uncharted waters.
There was now a large expanse of fair skin and a black lace bra visible where once her teal blue satin blouse had been. Somebody had been busy! She glanced down upon herself, she lifted the satin material, and let it fall at her sides. I was unable to move. My attention was riveted on the touching, the cupping, and the squeezing of her treasures. Every squeeze seemed to pull the lace higher up the soft hills of flesh. I heard a zipper giving way, but its' meaning did not penetrate my trance. Higher! And Higher! My heart was pounding. I could hardly breathe. She was thrashing about as her breasts began to appear beneath her bra. Four hands were pulling and pinching. She was arching her back, but why? Were they pulling on her nipples so hard she was avoiding pain, or was she lost in her own pleasure? The question was answered in less than a heartbeat. The deafening pop of her snap crossed the room, mixing with her escalating moans. It shook me to the core! My eyes danced from breast to groin and back. I could see Bill's fingers inching under the sheer black panties in the open "V" of her slacks. His other hand was working forcefully at the widening wetness of material being forced up inside her. The first hint of her nipples showed as Bill crossed pubic hair. I gasped loudly and stood up; fearing for the first time that these guys were going to gang rape her in less than two minutes! One look at my contorted face and she fought for her freedom...
Aftermath...
I guess I was not quite ready to let things go that far. I was too afraid I would lose her forever. And although it was extremely exciting, let's face it, I was jealous! True, bondage, you name it, had crossed my mind over the last few months. I was totally immersed in her sexuality! Part of my being needed to strip her naked, tie her to a lamppost, and share her beauty with the world. I wanted the guys to see her nude, to touch her, and to experience first hand the lust I felt every moment that I was near her. Yes, I had thought of making her have sex with someone else, or to trick her into it some how. That thought really excited me. But would she allow it? Or perhaps even like it? My fear of reproach held me in that catch 22. I was afraid to ask. She seemed so receptive up until I had lost it. And after I kicked the guys out, we made the most passionate love we ever had! I felt like a heal for how I had carried on and made them leave...
Daylight strategies...
It was as if none of it had taken place in just a few days. Annette and I were still in love, and the guys were forgiven. After all, I had to forgive Ray; he was the only person on earth that knew my every thought.
"Jack it won't hurt to use her to set your friends up with a good time. One word from you and she would do it. She loves you more than you know, and I think I can read her a lot better than you can. Besides, if you worked it right, i.e. a bet... If she did not deliver you could have one of your fantasies... Jack can you say? "Slave Girl all night!" " Ray plotted.
With the idea planted in my head and some brainstorming; the trap was set...
""I can't believe she didn't see right through that one,"" I thought, as I tried to calm myself for the kill.
"Uh, uh." I started. "You will get uh... three girlfriends to come with you for a private party or uh... else you uh.. have to uh.. be my slave for twenty four hours." I managed to say.
I was so nervous I could not keep from shaking. I had not been this excited since that one time in high school, when I made my usual trip to my locker 5th hour fifteen minutes to the hour. It was an act of fate that I had been ten feet from the door to the girl's locker room, just as that nude junior girl was pushed out into the hall and the door locked. I'm surprised my eyes stayed in my head. I can still hear her screaming, "Let me in, Let me in!"
I was frozen in my tracks, captivated! I could see the red over take her whole body when she turned and saw me. Her scream was enough to wake the dead as she wailed and beat the door, "THERE ARE GUYS OUT HERE!!!"
Guys? I looked behind me; the hall monitor had come around the corner to take note of the noise. No one would have ever believed what I had seen; If not for the monitor spreading the hottest gossip of the century. I was considered one of the luckiest guys on the face of the earth the rest of my school days. Then of course there was also the matter of the cute little beauty who could never again look me in the eyes, without turning an elevated shade of crimson. Could an adolescent ever get over such an erotic experience, without...?
Preparation...
