God, she was getting wet again just watching it. She jumped around through the messages, randomly picking other videos to watch. There she was when they were roughly pulling her clothes off. Or when she was being fucked anally. Someone had even been outside her car during that first spitroast, filming through the windscreen. She watched one of her being whipped against the tree. With her backside still sore as she currently lay in bed, she flinched and could almost feel each strike again as she watched the belt swish through the air and leave a vicious red streak across her cheeks, her past self whimpering like a wounded animal.
The really astonishing thing in all these videos though, were the brief shots of the numbers of men present. Obviously she was the centre of attention, the camera trying to focus on what was being done to her, but occasionally the person filming would get jostled by the crowd, or maybe change position to get a better shot, and an image of many, many bodies would momentarily swing into view. She paused one such moment and tried to go through it frame-by-frame. Her eyes were on stalks as she counted what must have been at least 30 men. Holy fuck. And those were only the ones in sight of the camera. How many more were standing behind the man filming?
Nearly every one of them had their own phones out too, taking pictures and videos of her. No wonder there were so many, she’d been filmed from every conceivable angle, every sexual act seen in minute detail, every intimate part of her body recorded for posterity. Oh no, what are you doing?, she thought, as she realised her hand was inside her knickers and she was absent-mindedly touching herself at all these images and memories of how she’d been used tonight. Did she really need to cum yet again? Apparently so, and after all it wouldn’t be the first time she’d masturbated while her husband slept beside her, often after another failed attempt to sexually satisfy her.
Flicking through the messages, she found one with photos and videos of when she had been with the one other woman who’d been there. Her face had been left un-blurred too, so Olivia could finally find out what she looked like. She zoomed in on the pictures to get a good look. Oh wow, a stunning, freckled redhead with pert tits and a body to die for. Not anyone she’d seen before. God, she was young. She looked about 20 or 21. There she was, naked on the tree stump, sat next to what looked like a young man of similar age. They each had an arm round the other and he was leaning in close. Judging by their intimacy Olivia assumed they were boyfriend and girlfriend. The girl was smiling for the camera, a joyous expression on her face, with her other hand on the head of the submissive older woman eating her out.
Olivia began to fantasise about the backstory of these two, and how they’d come to be there tonight. She loved the idea that this girl must be so sexually confident and open-minded that not only was she fine with her boyfriend attending a gangbang, but she was eager to come along herself. That she might have been watching as Olivia was stripped and fucked and ravaged repeatedly by these men. Had she been masturbating at the sight? And how she was brave enough to get naked amongst them herself, with only her boyfriend for protection. Olivia wished she’d had the confidence and the opportunity to do things like that when she’d been that age, with a supportive partner.
Her fingers rubbed her pussy faster now, as she started watching one of the videos. The redhead’s boyfriend had been the one to get behind her while she was devouring his girlfriend’s pussy. Hmm, so she had been fucked by a couple then? Another thing to tick off the list of hot scenarios she never knew she’d wanted to be part of, until now. God, the sight of it, these two fit young people about half her age, using her body from both ends and her willingly letting them, just being an obedient sex toy, until they both came.
Another video from a different angle showed her and the girl when they were passionately kissing and touching each other. Fuck, this one was even hotter. Seeing her body being touched by this beautiful creature, and her own hands exploring in kind. She vividly recalled how this girl felt, how she smelled. How she tasted. As the redhead stopped and stood up Olivia now discovered that it was the boyfriend who had handed her the strapon, kissing her and helping her fasten it on. She watched herself kneeling, waiting, not knowing what was happening until the girl kissed her again and introduced her to the shiny, black cock now protruding from between those smooth silky thighs.
Olivia pushed a couple of fingers inside herself and rapidly circled her clit with her thumb as she got to the part of the video she’d been most looking forward to, seeing how this red-haired goddess had fucked her so wonderfully. Jesus, she somehow looked even more beautiful kneeling behind Olivia and cupping her breasts, kissing her sore back… gliding the strapon in…then withdrawing… over and over… so slowly and tenderly, making her moan both in the video and in bed as she watched herself. She bit down on a corner of the pillow to muffle any more noises, always conscious of how her husband was still sleeping beside her.
The girl was pounding her faster now, her boyfriend stood behind her and reaching down to caress her bouncing tits or to lean in for a kiss. A look of utter ecstasy on her face as she fucked Olivia towards her orgasm. The crowd of masturbating men surrounding them jerking their cocks faster and faster, until one of them could hold back no longer and stepped forward to unleash all over Olivia’s prone form. Then a second man. Then two at the same time. In all around 8 or 9 men in the video came on her. Olivia hadn’t even remembered it being that many, so overwhelmed had she been with the amazing feeling of this woman fucking her.
As the video neared Olivia’s climax, the same was happening currently as she vigorously fucked herself with her fingers, feeling it build and build. She thought again of everything that had been done to her tonight, all the memories of her body being touched and penetrated and used, of having to experience it all through the vulnerability of being behind the blindfold, her other senses on high alert, trying to interpret what was going on around her. Now those memories were paired up with the most outrageously filthy images, where she was to all intents and purposes a porn star. A slut. A WHORE. So many pictures and videos which were probably now being shared far and wide with people who hadn’t even been there.
The thought of that pushed her excitement past the point of no return. She bit down harder on the pillow to stop herself screaming as she came, simultaneously seeing herself cum on the phone screen, the sounds of her own orgasm shrieking in her ears. The shape under her side of the duvet wobbled, her thighs clamped around her hand in an effort to not move too much as she came. And came. And came. Repeated ripples of electrifying pleasure flowing up and down her body, her pussy convulsing and gushing around her fingers. Fuck, no matter how many times she’d cum tonight, she kept craving more. She needed this regularly now. No going back to long periods of frustration between occasional sex with her husband.
The rise and fall of the duvet and the stifled sounds emanating from beneath it gradually passed, until all that could be heard was the snoring from the other side of the bed. A hand emerged, and weakly flailed around, clutching the phone and earbuds and reaching to put them back on the bedside locker, but missing and letting them fall on the floor. The hand retreated, not caring. Olivia hugged herself under the duvet, the biggest smile of contentment on her face. She licked her fingers clean and sighed in delight, revelling in the sexual awakening her mind and body had gone through in the last few hours, and wondering where that might lead in the future.
The first rays of dawn were poking through the curtains when, at long long last, through a combination of utter exhaustion and sexual satisfaction, Olivia let herself succumb to sleep. Still in post-orgasmic bliss, she drifted off with her hand back in her knickers and the other rubbing her nipple, gently comforting and pleasuring herself, a final few memories of the night briefly flashing through her mind. Men. Cocks. Fucking. Cum. The last thought that echoed through her brain before unconsciousness claimed her were the words that ended D’s message:
Next time…
THE END |
I have some other ideas brewing that I may use in a sequel story. 
