Jane's Story Laid Bare

I got a clap from them all and then they were chanting, "More, more, more!"

I did that sexy thing where you put your hand down your panties and then put your fingers in your mouth and licked them and they all cheered. And then I slowly unzipped my skirt and turned away from them and let it drop to the floor and stepped out of it. This was met by more enthusiastic cheering and I turned around and did some my gyrating in front of them all in my undies. I was wearing one of my nicest favourite cream lacy bra and pants sets. I was a bit shocked at how much my nipples were standing up though and, even worse by the unmistakable wet patch on my panties. I felt very aroused and was breathing very heavily with the sexual tension.

But I had gone as far as I said I would go and said, "That's your lot guys. That is the end of the show."

But really I would have loved to carry on and needed them to legitimise it a bit so that I did not look too easy or keen. Mark came to my rescue by standing up and coming over and putting his arms around me in both a loving but predatory way. He gave me a full on tongues kiss right in front of them and ran his hands up and down my back and then briefly slid his hands down the back of my panties and squeezed my bottom. I was so aroused and high with the situation I could not think straight. I then felt Mark fiddling around with clasp on my bra and I protested, "No Mark. Get off!"

He did stop and instead stroked my hair and face and the back of my neck and smiled at his friends. It felt nice and the other guys were all sitting open mouthed and staring all agog wondering what would happen next. The music had changed to some other slower Tina Turner number -'Missing You'- I think. That song is more of a semi-fast tune that you can do that kind of in between dancing to. What I mean is that Mark still had his arms around me but I was still doing a sexy dance in front of the other boys, but sort of in Mark's arms, if that makes any sense. This went on for a bit until we were joined by Alan who came and put his arms around me from behind. So now I was dancing in the middle of a sandwich between them. But Alan was pushing himself against me and I could definitely feel an erection in between the cheeks of my bum.

Predictably I started to feel Mark fiddling around behind my back with the clasp on my bra again and I tried to wriggle out of his arms and escape but I was laughing so much he knew he could get away with continuing. Secretly I wanted to carry on stripping but did not want them to think it was my free will. If they wanted me naked they were going to have to take the rest of my clothes off themselves. So I said, "Help me guys. Mark is trying to take my bra off. I need protecting. Can you get him off me?"

But I was laughing so much and feigning protest that they knew then that they could get the rest of my clothes off me and get away with it. Alan responded by gently grabbing hold of both my wrists down against my sides still from behind. So I was sandwiched between Mark and Alan with them both restraining me.

I shouted at Pete, "Please Pete you're my only hope! Please rescue me!"

And so Pete joined them but again helped Alan restrain me by putting another pair of arms around my waist. I was still wriggling as much as I could but Mark had succeeded in undoing my bra and that was falling down my arms. Mark tugged it down so my breasts were fully exposed but of course with all these arms around me it could not fall away completely. Pete then knelt down on the floor and I felt him putting his thumbs in each side of my panties. Mark and Alan continued to restrain me firmly. I shouted mock outrage as he slowly pulled them down over my arse to expose my pussy, over my thighs, and then over my knees. He lifted each of my legs one at a time to get them off and then went over and dropped them out of the window to everyone's delight. I love that initial feeling of coolness that you get around your crotch and nether regions when you first take your panties off. I was very hot but could feel the cool draft from the open windows. I felt deliciously sexy and appreciated.

I joked, "You bastards. You cannot be trusted. That's the last strip I'm doing for you!"

But really I had loved them forcibly stripping me off and said, "It's alright Alan. You can let me go now. I've got nothing left to take off!"

Alan did let go of my arms and my bra fell to the floor as well and there I was completely butt naked standing in front of them all. I said, "I think I deserve a drink after that. Can someone get me something strong please?" As if it was necessary Pete picked up my bra and went and put that out of the window as well much to everyone's amusement. He wanted to make sure that I did not get dressed again but I had no intention of doing that. I thought I looked very sexy with my very pale white skin, freshly shaved pussy, chubby breasts and thighs, and silver ankle chain.

Alan said, "My God Mark-she's absolutely gorgeous. Where did you find her Mark?"

I was laughing too but then Alan starting fondling both my breasts firmly from behind and then he put a hand between my thighs and I thought that is the trouble with guys-they never know when to stop do they? I was not there to be pawed and mauled by all of them. I pulled away from Alan as pleasantly as I could.

Mark could see that I did not want to go any further and I said to him, "Where is that duvet then?"

He dashed to the bedroom and came back with a double duvet that I wrapped around me and collapsed down in the middle of the sofa.

Trevor came back with my drink and said, "Thought you could do with a long one to cool down. Bacardi and Coke with ice OK?"

I thanked him and I started to cool down a bit sipping away at the drink, and at the same time gathering the duvet up around my body to cover my boobs. It was probably a bit late for modesty and I am sure they thought that as well but that is all part of the complex conundrum of being a female. It seemed logical to me to cover myself up now and revert to being a proper married woman!

Mark sat next to me on my left and Alan sat on my other side. After I had finished my drink I started to feel tired and turned sideways leaning back against Mark with my feet on Alan's lap. Mark was stroking my head and cradling it and before long Alan was caressing my feet.

I said, "That is nice, Alan. Thank you. I love having my feet rubbed" I wanted to say something reassuring to him as did not want him to resent me not letting him fondle my breasts.

I was sort of purring and clearly enjoying the massage that Mark felt confident enough to start rubbing my shoulders and then my chest above my boobs. Alan widened his massaging to start exploring up my calves. I closed my eyes and let them work their magic. I was absolutely not having sex with them but felt I had control of the situation and could risk some of this lovely attention and spoiling. Before long Mark graduated to actually fondling my breasts with both hands around my chest and I kept pulling the duvet up so he could work in private without the other guys seeing. But it was a lost cause and the duvet just kept falling down to reveal my breasts and Mark's hands all over them.

Pete laughed and said, "Don't worry Jane. It's alright. We're not looking and we've seen them already anyway. Just relax and enjoy yourself." Trevor's eyes were out on stalks.

I agreed it probably was a bit silly to keep worrying about them seeing my breasts so I let the duvet fall away and stay down around my waist and covering my lower body. But before long, Alan had moved up to my thighs under the duvet and I had to push his hand away saying quietly so as not to make too much fuss, "Not above the knee please." Alan had made it clear where he hoped this was going and I made it clear that it was not. You have to believe me that I had no intention of having sex with anyone other than Mark.

But it was very pleasant just being stroked and massaged by Mark and Alan within those restrictions. At some point Pete went to bed and we should have given him some guidance but instead just told him to crash in the bedroom opposite and he stumbled off looking distinctly the worse for wear. We could hear him crashing around getting his clothes off and then soon we heard him snoring very loudly which we all laughed about.

The rest of us chatted and the stories became more and more risqué as they do at that time of night. I was not saying much at all except purring like a cat from the massage treatment as I was very sleepy. Mark got a bit bored with just massaging my breasts and began the occasional foray down under the duvet to find my tummy at first but then I shuddered as he moved his hand down and slid one finger into my pussy. No one could see. I put my hand over his but it was just too nice to try to remove his hand and he is too strong anyway. I started to squirm a little and let out the odd sigh and Alan knew immediately what was going on and figured correctly this would distract me sufficiently to now enable him to explore further up my inner thighs again which he did. I gave in thinking that there is not much I can do about it and may as well let them have their play. Alan gently separated my legs a little more to give him more access and soon he had the palm of his hand on my hot mound whilst Mark had his finger inside me working his magic. Trevor just could not believe what he was seeing. This was not what I intended and thought, 'I Wish Mark would just take me to bed now.'

It was all very casual and relaxed and Mark was not trying to bring me to orgasm in front of the other guys. Thankfully I did not have to wait much longer and the party broke up and we all kissed each other and cuddled a bit and thanked each other for a great evening. I stood up holding the duvet wrapped around me as best I could to say my goodnights. Yes I was still naked above the waist when I was kissing the boys goodnight so they all put their arms around me to hold me tight. I received a great deal of appreciation of course for my 'cabaret'. The guys went to crash in the other two bedrooms and Mark led me into his bedroom.

Once in Mark's bedroom I dropped the duvet, had a gigantic piss and then just collapsed on top of his bed. We didn't even bother to put the light on. Mark stripped off in about 10 seconds and joined me. After my strip and playing with me on the sofa he was horny as hell and immediately put his hand back over my crotch and inserted two fingers into my sopping wet pussy. Oh God how I had been waiting for this moment.

He started to man handle me in his usual way. I had become a piece of meat again. My body now belonged totally to Mark. I love the way he dominates me and just uses me and although that would not suit every woman I had discovered with him that that is just the way I like it. I completely submitted myself to him. For a woman it is an amazing feeling to be completely dominated like that. He roughly turned me over, put a hand firmly on each hip and lifted my arse in the air to suit him. Then he plunged his entire cock into my pussy up to the hilt.

This was it I thought; I was panting with excitement and anticipation. Mark plunged into me as hard as he could. He was going to enjoy this and so was I. We had been looking forward to this all evening. I had my face buried into a pillow. I was trying to smother my moans and groans so that the other guys would not hear me. Being taken from behind like this has always been my favourite position and within half a minute I could feel that magical feeling starting to build in my pussy. I did not want to come straight away and pleaded with Mark, "Come out a second, slow down, I am coming already!"

But Mark was in a world of his own saying, "Oh Jane you're just so fantastic. You are so fucking sexy. You are so fucking hot. You are such a slut. You were letting Alan touch your pussy on the sofa weren't you?"

Sharing me like that was clearly a massive turn on for Mark. I thought, 'That was not how he told me he felt about Nick.'

Mark slammed into me again and again. His balls slapped against me. His grip on my hips was getting ever more firm and intense. I thought this is pure animalistic sex; two people who have an intense sexual attraction satisfying one another. I said to Mark as quietly as I could, "Fuck me, Oh Fuck Me. Oh Jesus Christ!"

My pussy was on fire and I was moaning uncontrollably desperately trying to not make too much noise. With each thrust I was moving gradually across Mark's king size bed until my left arm started to dangle over the edge. I was right on the edge of his bed now in danger of sliding off!. I was in heaven and losing control. Mark then took hold of my left hand and squeezed it in a loving and gentle way and then intertwined his fingers with mine. He then started to stroke and massage my left arm as it hung over the side of the bed. I lifted my head from the pillow and turned it to the left to see how on earth he was doing that given he was holding both my hips in the air. I screamed when I realised that it was not Mark's hand at all but Pete's who had crashed out on the floor of the wrong bedroom in Mark's bedroom between the bed and the wall..

Pete then sat up on the floor still holding my arm smiling. He said, "Christ you guys, can you keep the noise down. I am trying to sleep down here!"

I think Mark was just as surprised to discover we had an audience but did not seem fazed by it. He laughed and said, "Do you mind, I'm trying to concentrate here. Go back to sleep! What the hell are you doing in here anyway? Piss off!"

Mark took this as a good time to pull me back to the centre of his bed by my ankles and resume his position. He immediately started plundering me as roughly as he usually does especially as now he had to impress Pete. Pete by now was sitting on the side of the bed next to me in just his underpants with a grandstand view. Pete then started squeezing my bum cheeks and saying stuff like, "Go on girl, push that bum up. Don't mind me. Christ you fucking love it don't you?"

He then repeated to Mark, "Christ what a goer! She fucking loves it! Where the fuck did you find her Mark?"

I was by now bucking and thrashing like a mad woman turned on by the outrageousness of the situation of being watched and handled by one of Mark's mates. I had not wanted any form of group sex to happen all evening and now it was by accident. I felt my arousal building up again and then I was hit by my first orgasm. I felt shivers and spasms going down my legs. I was making so much noise that Mark was laughing and going, "Shhhhhh, Shhhhhhh."

In between my helpless moaning I giggled a little with embarrassment at Mark's attempts to quieten me down.

I had my face in a pillow trying to make less noise and muffle my moaning. I wondered how long I could endure this assault. I started to shout, "Oh God! Oh Jesus! Oh fucking Hell! You are so fucking good. Please stop for a second Mark I beg you! Mark I'm not joking please give me a moment to get my breath."

As I said before I never had more than one orgasm with Nick and used to find it uncomfortable to continue afterwards but when Mark screws me he just keeps ploughing on and takes no notice of my pleas for him to stop. However Mark was very skilful and did slow down the pace and continued with slower, more deliberate strokes. He knew exactly what to do because very soon I was experiencing another wave of an orgasm rippling through me. All the energy had drained out of my legs and they felt completely numb. Mark always has this effect on me.

I did not think I could take much more and pleaded with Mark, "Please Mark, no more. I can't stand it."

He said, "Hang on in there Girl. Nearly there. You can do it!"

He did briefly stop and turn me over onto my back again and plunged into me from above. I put my arms around his back and held him close. I could tell that he was now going for his big finale and I was relieved to think the end was in sight. I was going to survive! My legs were too numb to wrap around him and I just lay with them wide apart in full submission. Pete was now fondling and squeezing my tits in time with Mark's thrusts. I knew Pete was sitting there watching everything but could do nothing about it. Mark did not seem bothered.

I laid my head back on my pillow and just closed my eyes then and let him do his worst. He was quite rough and I was groaning and grunting from the onslaught. He pounded me with strong deliberate thrusts that were pushing me up the bed. With each plunge I uttered a resigned grunt. Eventually he started crying out himself for a few thrusts and then he came into me. His whole body went rigid; his eyes were closed and his mouth opened wide as he pumped his sperm into me. Unbelievably this provoked another orgasm for me and we came together and I felt my vagina tighten around Mark's prick. "Oh God", I screamed as his cum squirted into my pussy, "Oh God!"

Mark was completely spent. His body went limp and he collapsed down onto me panting very fast. I cradled his head and he smiled at me. He gasped, "Oh God you're so gorgeous Jane. I could eat you!"

I laid there with my eyes shut exhausted for a few seconds and Mark lifted his weight off me and rolled off. I had my eyes shut recovering when I suddenly felt the unmistakable feeling of a stiff cock probing the lips of my pussy. I opened my eyes and to my horror it was Pete smiling hovering above me completely fucking naked with a rock hard erection. I shouted, "No! No Pete, get off, I don't want you to do this. Mark? Help!"

Pete said, "Of course you do-you love it. Don't try and pretend. I'm much better than Mark!" He did not try to push his prick in but he did hold it firmly just between the lips of my fanny. He then laid down on me and started to kiss me. It was not that I found him unattractive-quite the opposite in fact- but I was not about to fuck him. Or was I?

I was learning about myself all the time and mainly that in that situation I have no will power. Pete kissed me passionately and intently so I could no longer argue or speak. He had his tongue down my throat. Pete is a very good looking guy and with a fit and amazing body but that was not the point. As he kept kissing me he put his hand on my breasts and all the time his prick was gradually inexorably pushing further into me.

Mark had sat down again next to me on the bed and was smiling at me. I looked into his eyes and said, "Is this OK with you Mark? Is this what you want to happen?" I think I had tears in my eyes from the shock of the situation and the recognition of what a totally cheap and depraved woman I had become.

At the same time did Pete's fresh hot stiff prick feel gorgeous? Yes absolutely. I was still trying to protest, "No!", whilst wriggling and lifting my hips to accept him. I wanted to express my anger and indignation but my body betrayed me. My pussy was welcoming and eager. By the time I had made the decision to let Pete have his way with me he had already worked his prick right into me anyway!

Mark replied, "Don't mind Pete Jane. He's harmless. It's only a bit of fun. He won't even remember in the morning!"

That's the reply you always get from Mark. He takes nothing seriously. Everything is just a bit of fun to him. It was clear that he thought this was all OK. I remembering thinking that I wanted to please him (Mark that is) so that he would think I was hot stuff, and a good sport, and he would look good in front of his mates having such a raver for his girlfriend. Whether I let Pete have me or not depended on Mark's reaction and that had been positive and encouraging. I accepted my fate. Why did Mark have such power over me? In a funny sort of way it wasn't Pete I was letting fuck me but Mark again as it was him that I wanted to impress and I was doing it for him.