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  Then Natalie went to the door, taking my clothes with her, and called out to the rest of the girls who all trooped in, laughing and jeering to see me standing there. I was made to turn round so that they could all inspect the marks across my bottom and several reached out to feel them, running their fingers along the raised lines that still crossed both cheeks. Some of them circled right round me, prodding and tickling and several pinched me: my thighs, my bottom and even my breasts, but they all kept coming back to the cane marks on my bottom.

  Eventually Carrie led them back to the bar to eat, leaving me standing alone in the small tiled room, listening to the high voices and low music from the other room. Over the next half hour several came back and they all taunted me. Once another girl, not one of our party, came in. She stopped in shocked surprise to see me standing there, handcuffed and naked, and even asked if I was all right. A few seconds later she returned and held the door open while a man put his head round, grinning at the sight I presented.

  Eventually, inevitably, when the door opened, it was Anna who sidled in. She didn’t go into either of the cubicles, but stood at the basin studiously washing her hands and watching me continuously in the mirror.

  Finally she turned round and tossed away the paper towel. ‘Sit down on the floor.’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘Just do it.’

  She tried to sound strong and decisive and if the nervous tremble in her voice betrayed her, it didn’t defeat her. Her evident determination to overcome her own nervousness gave her an authority that I could not oppose. Unable to use my hands to support myself, I knelt down with difficulty then dropped on to my bottom on the cold tiles and sat with my knees together in front of me.

  She squatted down in front of me. ‘Open your legs. I want to see your fanny.’ For all her nervousness, it was still just a game to her, and perhaps that was what gave her the assurance and confidence to press on. I slid my legs open as she stared down at everything now revealed between my thighs.

  ‘More!’

  I pushed my legs further apart still and she settled down right between my feet, leaning forward to peer at me closely. ‘Have you peed yourself?’

  ‘No!’

  ‘You’re very wet, you know.’

  I said nothing.

  ‘Is it true that you’re an exhibitionist?’

  ‘No.’ Yet we both knew I was lying.

  ‘Then why do you get so wet when you are naked in front of everyone?’

  ‘I just do. I can’t help it.’

  ‘I think you’re an exhibitionist.’ She was considering, like a curious, precocious child as she stretched out the tips of her fingers to push my outer lips further to one side. ‘Your fanny’s ever so big. Has it always been like that?’

  ‘I don’t know. I suppose so.’

  She now carefully eased the inner lips open. ‘And all ragged,’ she mused. ‘How many men have you slept with?’

  ‘I don’t know.’

  ‘Well, guess.’ Her head tipped to one side as she continued her examination.

  ‘I suppose about ten.’

  ‘That’s not very many for someone as old as you. How many times altogether have you shagged someone?’

  ‘I don’t know. I mean I’ve been married for nearly five years, so quite a few.’

  ‘I’ve never done it at all; I’m a virgin. Maybe that’s why your fanny looks so battered and used compared to mine.’ She was still casually opening and closing my lips with the very tips of her fingers as she contemplated my answers. ‘Five years? That’s about, what? Two thousand nights? I suppose in all that time you must have done it, well, at least a thousand times. That’s a lot. A thousand times. A man’s cock going in there.’ And as she spoke she slowly pushed her finger inside me, right up until her hand was squashed against me and she could push no further. Then she slowly pulled it back out, gazed at its new sheen and even raised it to her nose and sniffed.

  She stood up and stared down at me. ‘I’m glad I came tonight. You can get up now if you like.’ The door banged as she left me.

  It was about twenty minutes later that Wendy and Carrie returned carrying a long khaki mac and announced that I was being taken down to a pub. They didn’t unfasten my handcuffs, simply draped the mac round my shoulders and buttoned it down the front.

  The pub was already crowded, but we found a semi-enclosed corner where we settled round a table. I was pushed right inside with Carrie on one side and Wendy on the other. A huge mirror emblazoned with an advertisement for some whisky or other hung directly opposite me so that every time I looked up, I caught the reflection of our little group. Eight girls were dressed up for an evening out; one sat nervously in the middle, the empty sleeves of an incongruous and rather grubby mac waving about her like flags. I looked ridiculous, wearing a huge mac on such a hot summer evening, but at least I was covered.

  Two men up on stools at the bar kept glancing over at us and as soon as Natalie went up to get our drinks, they tried to pick her up. They were quite scruffy, as if they had just stepped off a building site, and looked entirely out of place in what was mainly a young persons’ pub. Their matching thinning hair, huge beer guts, and sagging jeans were so similar they might easily have been brothers: Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee.

  I was given a pint of lager, but as I couldn’t pick it up, one of the others periodically held the glass to my lips. Then Anna reached across from the far side of the table and tipped it so far that much of it spilt round my mouth and ran on to the mac. They found this very funny, and would deliberately tip it further and further. Wendy then held up the glass with one hand, pulled out the collar of the mac with the other, and tipped up all the rest so that it ran, ice cold, down my face, my chin, my neck and chest and trickled all the way down my stomach to form a pool on the bench between my thighs.

  As one of the men returned from the toilets, he paused by our table; he knew something was going on, but couldn’t tell what it was. ‘Your friend must be bloody hot in that mac!’

  All the eyes turned on me as Natalie answered. ‘Well, yes, but that’s all she’s wearing. I’ve got all her other clothes in here.’ She held up a carrier bag. ‘See?’ And she took them all out, dropping them on the table one by one. ‘Skirt. Blouse. Bra. And here are her knickers. Would you like to keep them? They’re pretty well creamed.’ They dangled from her fingertips for a second before being snatched away and engulfed in his huge fist.

  I could hardly hold my head up, could feel my face blazing red as he stared down at me, mesmerised, licking his great red lips. ‘She’s a cracker, she is!’

  He returned to his friend at the bar, and I saw them pawing over my knickers, but still continually looking over in our direction. Once, when Carrie knew they were watching, she turned and unbuttoned my mac, all the way. She didn’t pull it open, but lay it loose across me, threatening at any moment to fall away. The mirror opposite now showed a thin strip of white skin down the middle of my body, which widened fractionally with every movement. With my hands still held behind me, my movements were restricted, but when I lifted my shoulders, the mac slipped more until the gap between my breasts was almost a hand’s width across. Beneath the table, I swung my knees apart briefly and, above the table, the whiteness was visible down to my waist. When I looked down, my pubis was exposed.

  The other man climbed down off his stool, and strolled down towards the toilets. As he approached us, Wendy started to replace the mac properly over me, but just as he passed, Carrie, on my other side, turned to help, and made sure that in doing so she had to pull it right open briefly so that for a few seconds one of my breasts was fully on display. All the girls burst out laughing and everyone else in the pub turned round to glare at us, and stare suspiciously at me.

  When the pub closed, we set off to walk back to the flat that Carrie and Natalie rented. The night was warm and fine, and as we crossed the open car park behind the new shopping centre, we found a figure hovering furtively in the corner of the stairw
ell. It was one of the men from the pub who had obviously stopped to relieve himself.

  Carrie called to him. ‘Hey, mister! Do you want a blow-job?’ All the others immediately screamed with laughter, while the man tried to squeeze even further into the darkness. Carrie grabbed hold of my arm, dragging me across to where he was now hurriedly refastening his trousers.

  ‘Here! You’ve been eyeing her up all night. Have a proper look!’ and she lifted the mac right off my shoulders and away, leaving me entirely exposed in the middle of the open square, unable even to use my hands to cover myself. The man finished fiddling with his trousers and turned suspiciously. Slowly he crossed the short space towards us, his eyes never leaving me, and stopped, a little unsteadily, a couple of feet away. A broad grin developed, spreading stupidly from ear to ear.

  ‘Very nice! Very nice indeed. Nice big round titties. I like that.’

  Carrie turned and looked appraisingly at me, then reached up and pinched my nipple. ‘Yes, they are rather nice. Would you like her to suck you off? She will if you want.’ Her smirk betrayed that the deliberate crudeness wasn’t for his benefit, but just to cheapen me.

  His grin widened even further, and then suddenly switched off. ‘’Ere, you ’aving me on? You the law, or something?’

  ‘No! Not at all. It’s a genuine offer. We’re just playing a game and my friend Naomi would like to suck your cock. If you don’t believe me, you feel her. I bet you’ll find she’s sopping wet. You feel her cunt.’

  The man’s piggy eyes narrowed and he took a step forward as his huge grimy hand landed on my stomach and crawled down. He dug his way between my thighs, roughly pushing his fingers along my tender lips before one thick stubby finger was suddenly thrust right up inside me. He laughed stale smoke and beer fumes into my face.

  ‘Well, you’re right about that, darlin’. She’s fuckin’ drippin’, she is!’ He continued rummaging his fingers through my pussy as I tried to pull away. ‘Well, I gotta admit it’s been quite a while since I’ve had anythin’ but my own fist round my cock, so if she wants to give me a little suck, I ain’t gonna stop ’er.’

  Without removing his right hand from between my legs, he started to fumble at his zip with the other. The girls circled eagerly round us and young Anna pushed in so close she could have reached out and touched me. The man finished undoing his filthy trousers and finally pulled his hand away from my sex and held it out.

  ‘Bloody hell! Soppin’ wet, she is!’

  ‘Where? Let me see!’ Anna grabbed his wrist and inspected the evidence shining across the man’s filthy fingers. ‘God, so she is! Look! Gross!’

  When she let go, the man laid his hand on top of my head as if blessing me. ‘Down yer go, then, darlin’. Down yer go!’

  I allowed myself to be pushed down until I was squatting in front of him, glad to be away from his groping hands, glad to be able to open my inflamed pussy to some cooler air, but sickened at the sight and smell of what was dangling there waiting for me. Like the man himself, his penis was short, stubby and pasty, and he held it in one hand, waving it at me as I tried to bring myself to put the revolting object in my mouth. Anna was leaning down, watching intently, fascinated revulsion on her childish face. She glanced eagerly from me to the man’s cock and then back to me again.

  ‘Come on, Naomi. I want to see you actually do it.’ When I didn’t move immediately, she put her hand on the back of my head and pushed me forward until the man’s cock was brushing against my cheeks and lips.

  I opened my mouth and let the foul thing plop in.

  ‘God, she’s doing it! She’s actually doing it!’ Anna was ecstatic, beaming round at the others, but suddenly she stood up and addressed the man. ‘You mustn’t, you know, actually come right in her mouth. I want to be able to see all your stuff coming out.’

  The man smiled and chucked her under the chin. ‘If that’s what you wanna see, little girl, then you shall.’

  She squatted down again beside me to be on a level to see better exactly what I was doing, utterly enthralled and utterly repulsed.

  At first I couldn’t move. I could feel his cock, only half warm as if it were only half alive, lying like a slug across my tongue. His sour smell filled my nostrils and a rancid unwashed taste filled my mouth. But although I hadn’t moved, it was stiffening of its own accord and lengthening steadily in my mouth. I ran my tongue once round the thing and it twitched and swelled. His foul wiry pubic hair was no longer tickling my lips and nose, because I could no longer get the whole of his cock in my mouth. It was fatter now, too, and as I finally made myself work my tongue round beneath the slimy ridge it inflated rapidly. The head was so large that it was difficult to breathe and finally I released him and pulled away. Anna looked aghast as the thing waved glistening wetly in the twilight.

  ‘God! It’s huge!’ The comment was mostly to herself, but she reached out to grab hold of it in her little fist, her fingers barely reaching round it, and pushed it back into my mouth. From the corner of my eye, I saw her hands disappear under her skirt.

  The man reached down himself and gripped his cock round the base as I worked my lips over the head. He was starting to grunt now and his free hand gripped my hair, pulling and twisting painfully.

  ‘That’s the way, darlin’. Fuckin’ magic.’

  The ring of girls sniggered and pressed closer.

  His breathing was becoming noticeably laboured and his grunting and encouragement more continuous. Suddenly he grunted even louder, a single strangled ‘yes!’ and pulled away. I quickly shut my eyes and my mouth as the fountain of cold slimy semen splashed down all over my face.

  Anna was absolutely fascinated. ‘Ugh! Gross! Look at her. It’s all over her face! God! Let’s find someone else and make her do it again!’

  The mac was draped round me again and we moved off, the others laughing and singing as they danced their way through the empty shuttered streets while I stumbled after them with the man’s sperm drying on my face and the sour taste of him still in my mouth. At a Chinese takeaway, Anna found two more men and got her wish.

  We waited in the garish lights, peering in at the two customers inside, while Natalie went in to speak to them. We couldn’t hear the words, but the meaning was all too sickeningly clear so that when they all turned towards us at one point, Anna knew immediately what was required and calmly pulled my mac wide open. I watched the expressions flow over their faces as I was displayed again, and as I saw the desire in their eyes, I felt the need reciprocated through my own body; utter uncontrollable lust that shook me and a feverish longing to be displayed completely and not just displayed but abused.

  It was obvious that they took little persuading as they followed Natalie out and I was directed down an alley at the side of the building where we stopped beneath a security light. The girls gathered round again as one man unzipped his trousers and reached in to pull out his cock, already semi-erect, and wave it right in front of my face. He quickly fed the tip between my lips and was soon fully erect and grunting as he clutched my head and forced himself deeper and deeper into my mouth. When he shoved his hand down inside my mac to maul at my breasts, Anna, who had again pushed up close beside me, immediately pulled the mac away entirely so that everyone could watch his huge hands clutching at my breasts and squeezing my nipples as he pulled and clawed at me.

  Anna again asked him to pull out before he climaxed so that she could watch, and he pulled back almost immediately as thick jets of semen erupted right in front of me and spattered over my eyes, down my cheeks and even in my hair.

  Anna was jubilant. ‘Ugh! It’s just so gross! Look at all that stuff!’ She was brazenly clutching at her own sex with both hands and almost jumping up and down with excitement. ‘Now the other man! Now the other man!’

  He slowly, nervously, unfastened his jeans and pulled out his cock. It was quite long but entirely soft, and although I licked him, sucked him and tried everything I could, his cock just didn’t erect. Soon it was clear
to everyone, including him, that he had had too much to drink to be able to get an erection. Carrie started to scoff, but Anna pushed her way to the front again.

  ‘I know! Slap her with it! Slap her across the face!’

  The man seemed a little bemused at first, but he stepped back and swung his long penis from side to side, slapping me across my mouth and cheeks, still wet with his friend’s ejaculation. Five or six times he spattered against me before the first man called out from the mouth of the alley and this one rezipped his trousers and hurried away.

  They wouldn’t give me back the mac as we continued on our way. The other girls ran on ahead, laughing and singing, waving the mac in the air as if determined to wake people up and encourage them to peer timidly from behind their lace curtains at the spectacle I presented as I hobbled after them, handcuffed, naked and defenceless through the empty street. My face was covered with the drying sperm of two strangers; my legs were smeared with dirt and mud. But, as we came in sight of the flats where Carrie lived, my pussy was running with the juice of utter, unbelievable, arousal.

  Her flat was on the second floor, and I could see everyone hanging over the balcony watching for me. They cheered raucously as I appeared at the front entrance and began to climb warily up the open concrete stairway through the centre of the block to where they waited for me at the top, crowded on to the little balcony.

  ‘Look at her! She’s filthy! Look at her face!’

  I was led through the little hallway and straight into the living room where they finally took off the handcuffs and let me rub the angry red weals round my wrists. Music was already blaring out, several wine bottles had been opened, and glasses were scattered around. Carrie came right up close to me, slopping wine from her glass with every step, and reached up to pinch my nipple, pinch it hard.

  ‘You’re disgusting, Naomi. Look at you! You’d better have a shower, while we prepare for your party.’

  I was grateful for the chance of a shower, but the implication of her other comment was less reassuring, and I walked through to the bathroom trying to work out what she could mean. I had assumed that I would be allowed to shower alone, but Natalie, Anna and one of the others decided they wanted to come with me.