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  Our eyes met and then I turned mine down, aware that I was blushing furiously and completely lost for anything to say. Then I panicked and ran, only to stop at the entrance, realising that if I came out of the bunker, then whoever was in the boat would see me, and in all probability see me with Ryan.

  I heard him swear behind me and then ask me to stop, which I did, drawn by the tone of his voice, which was not aggressive at all, but tired and pleading. I turned back into the bunker, finding him in the act of pulling his jeans and boxers up.

  ‘Penny, isn’t it?’ he said, then continued when I nodded. ‘Look, Penny, I know you think I’m a jerk and everything, but –’

  ‘That’s not true,’ I interrupted. ‘I . . . oh, I don’t know, but I don’t think you’re a jerk.’

  ‘No?’ he queried. ‘Even . . . I mean . . .’

  He broke off, no more sure of what to say than I was. I wanted to do something, say something, but I could feel the moment slipping away and knew that, if I didn’t act then, there would be no second opportunity. For all my mixed feelings, I just had to do it.

  ‘I . . . Could I watch?’ I stammered, hardly able to believe what I was saying.

  ‘Do you really want to?’ he asked, his voice full of doubt.

  I nodded.

  ‘You’re taking the piss,’ he said, suddenly aggressive. ‘If . . .’

  ‘No, no, I mean it,’ I answered. ‘Please?’

  He looked at me very steadily. I could feel my lower lip trembling and possibly that’s what decided him, because his expression changed from annoyance to a pleased yet rather crafty look.

  ‘OK,’ he said evenly.

  I bit my lip as his hand went to his trousers once more. He was still looking at me, ready for any sign that my interest wasn’t genuine. I swallowed as his cock came on view again, now limp. He sat back on the lowest of the emplacement steps, the light from the door giving me a good view of his cock and balls as he opened his legs. He took his cock in his hand and began to stroke, using the other to cup his balls and massage them gently. I could feel the dampness between my legs as his cock stiffened, the head emerging from the foreskin as he rolled it down. He opened his legs further, giving me a full view of his cock and balls, a sight that had me blushing.

  ‘You are pretty, Penny,’ he said as he began to pull at his now hard shaft.

  ‘Thanks,’ I murmured, sensing the rising excitement in his voice.

  I was getting really turned on, my qualms forgotten in the heat of the moment. He really began to show off, stroking the shaft of his cock, putting his fingers around the base to show me how long it was, holding it out towards me. I was mesmerised, really excited and yet needing to be led if we were to go any further.

  ‘The amount of times I’ve wanked over you, Penny,’ he sighed, ‘and you’re here, watching me do it.’

  ‘Really?’ I asked. ‘Over me?’

  ‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘I’ve watched you walk on the beach, with that lovely round bum spilling out of that blue bikini you wear.’

  I giggled, delighted by his arousal. He was now pulling up and down fast, his qualms forgotten as he got more excited. What he was saying was so dirty, so improper, so unlike the way anybody had spoken to me before.

  ‘And your sweet tits,’ he continued. ‘Come on, Penny, show me them, give me something to wank over.’

  I hesitated, and could feel myself blushing. The others were right – he was a dirty bastard – but I still found myself wanting to do it.

  ‘Come on, Penny,’ he repeated, ‘show me those pretty tits.’

  My hands went to my top. He watched me as I shrugged it off, his eyes locked on my body and his hand jerking frantically up and down his penis. I took hold of my bra, hesitated again and then pulled it sharply up over my breasts, leaving it like that.

  ‘Now your jeans, Penny,’ he demanded. ‘Come on, strip for me.’

  I undid my fly button, my fingers shaking violently. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do it, yet he was getting frantic.

  ‘I’m coming, Penny, turn round and ease them down over your bum. Come on, darling, do it,’ he said hoarsely.

  ‘You’re really dirty,’ I said, but I turned to show my rear.

  ‘Stick it out,’ he gasped, ‘and pull your knickers down too – please, Penny, please.’

  I let my jeans drop and stuck my bottom out but didn’t pull my pants down, feeling shy and at once attracted and repelled by the dirtiness of what he was saying.

  ‘Show me your cunt. Show me your arsehole,’ he gasped.

  I hesitated only an instant and then tugged the back of my panties down, calling him a dirty bastard as I pulled open my bum-cheeks. I was genuinely cross with what he was making me do, but too turned on to refuse him.

  ‘You filthy, dirty . . .’ I said, but it was really to excuse my own behaviour.

  I was looking over my shoulder, watching the ecstasy on his face as his eyes locked on my pussy and bottom-hole. Then he was getting to his feet, his hand jerking frantically at his erection.

  I squealed in protest, but too late, as a jet of sperm erupted from his cock and splashed across my naked bum.

  ‘Dirty bastard!’ I squeaked, jumping up in alarm.

  I could feel it on my pussy-lips and between my bum-cheeks, and knew my panties and jeans would be soiled. My feelings of repulsion were genuine, yet deeper down I was in ecstasy over what he had done, and what I had done, pulling my pants down for a boy, showing him my rudest and most intimate parts and letting him come over them. I was grimacing as I felt the sperm squelch between my bottom-cheeks, feeling utterly ashamed of what I’d done, feeling I ought to be punished. I knew, though, that if he’d just taken it a bit slower, if he’d been more commanding than demanding, treated me as I liked to be treated in my fantasies, then he could easily have had his cock in my mouth, even taken my virginity.

  I didn’t regret what I had done with Ryan, but nor did it progress to anything more. Afterwards both of us dressed in silence and parted company with only a rather formal goodbye. Neither of us spoke about it to anyone either and life went on much as before. True, I had possibly made the mistake of romanticising him just because he was a loner, when in truth he was both naturally antisocial and a bit of a bastard. That made no difference to my feelings about what we’d done, though, and if I felt rather guilty and ashamed, then that would have been true with anyone, not just Ryan.

  What did disturb me was the way that the experience did nothing to resolve my confusion about my sexuality. In fact, it made it worse. One of my feelings after the incident with Ryan had been the need to be punished for it. I knew how, as well: over someone’s knee with my panties pulled down and my bum bouncing to hard slaps from a powerful hand. It would be punishment, and I’d feel genuinely sorry afterwards, yet the idea was immensely sexy. I used to fantasise about it being done in public, with a note pinned up detailing my disgusting sin. More confusing and shameful still was the knowledge that of all the people who I wanted to do it, one was an undoubted favourite: my closest friend, another girl and my cousin – Kate.

  2

  Pretty in Pink

  My cousin Kate got married on a glorious summer’s day. The ceremony was held at a beautiful old church in rural Berkshire and the reception at their house nearby. I was chief bridesmaid, and decked out in a gown of coral-pink silk which everybody complimented me on but which made me feel like a little girl. This was partly because the other bridesmaid was Kate’s little sister, Susan, a gawky, rebellious eleven-year-old. Mainly it was because Kate was getting married and I was still a virgin, and an innocent one at that.

  The most I had done was let some pervert pull himself off over my bare bottom while I held my cheeks apart to show him my bumhole. The experience had enriched my fantasies no end, increasing my desire to be humiliated and controlled and adding a disturbing need to be given physical punishment, preferably by Kate. From the point of view of boyfriends, it had done me no good at all, making what w
as available even less tempting than previously. There had been a couple of rather weird encounters but, by Kate’s standards, I was a complete innocent. I had also just about started to accept that other women’s bodies excited me. Kate knew too, all of it, and while she had just giggled at my suggestion that she might like to spank me, she had been trying to find me boyfriends ever since. I hadn’t fancied one of them.

  Then she had met Toby, a brash money-broker with a huge income, a fancy car and the outlook on life of a pig. Not a sweet, plump little piglet either, but a gorging, rutting great boar. With her pretty face, brown curls and magnificent figure, she made the perfect trophy for him and, after just over a year together, he had asked her to marry him. Both her parents and mine had put up resistance, but not much, and so it was that I found myself as her bridesmaid.

  People often describe brides as looking radiant. Ravishing was a better description of Kate, with her trim waist and her big boobs threatening to spill out of her bodice. I had helped dress her and had become more than a little turned on by the process. Judging by the way she had giggled, so had she, or maybe it had just been the thought of what Toby would do to her later. In any case, the dress was magnificent, sumptuous, yet elegant in pure white silk, which was a bit cheeky as even by my reckoning Kate had given seven men the pleasure of her pussy.

  The ceremony went without a hitch, and things were still running smoothly by the time the reception got to the dancing and chatting stage. There had been champagne for toasts, and wine with lunch, then more champagne, and I was more than a little tipsy. Kate and Toby were going to Mauritius for their honeymoon, and didn’t have to leave until quite late, which meant that they were in no hurry. I danced with Toby, as was my duty. I like big, strong men, and for all I found him unbearably brash I had to admit that it was nice being in his arms. What did give me a shock was when he suddenly let a hand slip down from my waist and took a handful of my bottom through my dress. I squeaked, but there was nothing I could do about it without making a scene and so I let him have a good feel. With the press of people around us, nobody could see, yet I felt really guilty as he fondled my bottom, especially as it was turning me on. He then bent down, and I thought he was going to kiss me, which really would have caused a scene, but instead he whispered in my ear.

  ‘Katie says you’re a virgin,’ he said quietly.

  I must have gone scarlet, and I certainly didn’t know what to say, but he did.

  ‘Come with me,’ he continued, taking me by the hand. ‘Kate and I have got a little surprise for you.’

  I had no idea what he was talking about, and resisted his pull until Kate appeared by my side. She had a bottle of champagne in her hand and a distinctly mischievous look in her eye. I had no idea what they were up to and was still flustered by the discovery that Kate had told him one of my most intimate secrets.

  ‘What are you doing?’ I giggled as they guided me gently but firmly towards the exit of the marquee.

  ‘Shh, we’ve got a pressie for you,’ Kate replied.

  I still had no idea what she was talking about, but let them steer me out of the marquee and out on to the lawn. It was warm outside, and bathed in yellow sunlight that stung my eyes after the cool, softly illuminated interior of the marquee. One or two people were in the garden, including Susan, who was sitting on a swing with her knees together and her feet apart, sipping orange juice. She was already as tall as me, and seeing her sitting there looking so girlish made me feel really small. I had often baby-sat Susan, yet at the reception a lot of people had treated us much the same. I was a woman, she was a little girl, and it had really stung, especially as I had to admit that in our fluffy pink dresses we didn’t look all that different.

  Kate had taken my other hand, and put her champagne bottle to my lips as we walked. Some went in my mouth, but more splashed down my bodice, making me giggle at the feel of cold liquid between my breasts. We went into the house and upstairs. Kate looked out of the window as we reached the landing.

  ‘Clear,’ she said, nodding to Toby.

  ‘What are you doing?’ I asked as she opened the bathroom door and he hustled me inside.

  ‘Like I said, we’ve got a pressie for you,’ she replied. ‘Come on, Toby, we’d better be quick; get it out.’

  ‘Hey!’ I protested as, to my horror, Toby put his hand to his zip.

  ‘Don’t be prissy, Penny,’ Kate said, putting her arm around Toby’s waist. ‘Sit down on the loo.’

  I sat, dizzy with drink and the excitement of the day, watching as Kate’s brand new husband dropped his dress trousers and then pulled his cock and balls over the top of his briefs. I gasped, making him laugh. Without preamble he moved forward, parting his legs and bending his knees a bit so that his cock was thrust right in my face.

  ‘Here’s a lollipop for you,’ he joked. ‘Man flavour.’

  ‘Katie!’ I protested, looking at the big, flaccid cock in front of me.

  ‘Go on, Penny, suck him,’ Kate said, sliding her hand under his balls and lifting her lewd, fleshy handful.

  His cock touched my nose and I shrank back, but only a little. I could smell his cock, an urgent male scent that had me instantly on heat. Kate was stroking him, making his cock swell with blood, right in front of my face. It looked utterly obscene, a fat, pink worm writhing in my cousin’s hand on its bed of hairy ball-sac.

  ‘Taste it, Penny,’ Kate urged. ‘It’s for you, specially.’

  Well, it was her wedding day and she was offering me her husband because she thought I wasn’t getting my share of cock. It was utterly humiliating, but also completely irresistible. I paused, my lower lip trembling as I thought of what I was, about to do, then I opened my mouth.

  Toby moved a little forward, his cock bending as it pushed against my chin. I hesitated, mouth open willingly but not sure if I could actually do something as dirty as sucking Toby’s cock. Then Kate let go of his balls and just popped it in. I squeaked in protest, only to have her stroke my chin, making me swallow and close my mouth on the intruding cock. It was a shabby trick, but I was sucking and, now that it was in, it wasn’t so bad at all.

  Toby took me by the back of the head and pulled me into him, making me gag as his rapidly swelling cock touched the back of my throat. He was half stiff and tasted salty and strongly male against my tongue. I put my hands up and took hold of him around his legs. He had started to slide his cock in and out of my mouth, and I responded, taking over the motion as he came to full erection. The shaft felt rubbery between my lips and I could feel the head of his cock in my throat, bulbous and fat. I was in ecstasy, and wanting to play with myself.

  ‘Is the lollipop nice?’ Toby asked, leering down at me as I sucked eagerly on his erection.

  I nodded around my mouthful, not wanting to let it out.

  ‘Sexy little bint, isn’t she?’ Toby addressed Kate. ‘But I think it’s cunt time, or I’ll come in her mouth. You know I’m going to fuck you, don’t you, Penny?’

  ‘Don’t be crude, Toby,’ Kate admonished. ‘Say pussy and be gentle with her, too.’

  I didn’t much care: cunt or pussy, I was about to have my virginity taken and, whatever they called it, it was mine and about to be filled with the fat penis that was currently in my mouth. I had already guessed that that was what they had in store for me. I thought of being fucked on the bathroom floor by Toby, who would then swan off on honeymoon with Kate, leaving me with my vagina full of his semen. His cock was rock-hard in my mouth, ready for me to get down on the floor, spread my knees, pull off my pants and let him in. I would have done it, but they had something even more humiliating in store for me.

  ‘We better hurry,’ Kate said, glancing nervously out of the window. ‘Let him go, Penny, you slut.’

  I reluctantly released Toby’s cock from my mouth, but only because I knew it was going somewhere even better. I thought it might hurt, as Kate had said it did when she lost her own virginity, but I really wanted to be deflowered, then and there. As Toby
pulled back, I began to slip to the floor, only to have him take me by the arms and manhandle me around. I wasn’t sure what he was doing at first, but then realised. I was going to be fucked doggy fashion, bent over the toilet.

  As Toby put me in position, I saw that Kate was pulling up the front of her dress, bunching the petticoats under her arm until the front of her panties showed. They were white silk, caught between her plump pussy-lips and damp where her juice had started to run. I looked up into her face as I took a grip on the toilet bowl, finding her mouth a little open and her eyes wide. She blew me a kiss as she slipped a hand down the front of her panties, and then Toby was lifting my pretty pink dress.

  I was shaking as he did it, lifting it up on to my back. My petticoats followed, exposing my panties. Kate had begun to masturbate, her eyes glued to her husband’s erection and my bum.

  ‘Nice arse,’ Toby breathed, putting a hand out to stroke the back of my panties. ‘Sorry, but I’ve got to do this.’

  I didn’t know what he meant, as he was about to fill my pussy and that was nothing to be sorry about. Then he was pulling me up and opening the toilet seat. I stared in horrified fascination at the open bowl as he took me by the hair and pushed my face down into it.

  ‘Oh, Toby,’ Kate sighed. ‘Flush her, then fuck her, you dirty bastard.’

  I had never been so humiliated in my life, nor so excited. My face was inches from the water, and Toby was pulling my panties down, exposing my buttocks, my anus and then my vagina, which was his to enter.

  His hand was still in my hair as he came round to get to the chain. I was whimpering, absolutely ready for it with my eyes tight shut and my head well down into the bowl. Suddenly my head was pulled back and his cock was being pushed at my face. I opened my mouth just in time to have it filled with his erection. Behind him I could see Kate, now masturbating openly with her panties pushed down around her thighs and a finger buried in between her pussy-lips.