The Caravan Park

I was just beginning to get my life back together. I had left my girlfriend after two years of a less than happy relationship. She was a domineering and demanding woman, calculating, manipulative and fiercely competitive. She wouldn't do anything without a plan, without knowing what the outcomes would be and how she could make it happen. She hated to lose and would stoop to any depths to gain the upper hand. She had quite a hold on me and could make me do virtually anything simply with the sheer force of her will.

Tall, athletic and muscular she is the archetypal ex policewoman turned high school PE teacher. She had slowly bled my confidence away. Physically she was more than a match for me, her rugby playing gave her terrific upper body strength and, at six foot plus, she is a good couple of inches taller than me. She has raven black hair and piercing blue eyes. She is attractive but dangerous and should come with a health warning.

She wanted everything her own way in bed too - I had almost been her sex slave. She would order me to do her bidding and allow me to cum only at her command and only after she had been fully served and sated. She could also be cruel and would often deliberately seek to frustrate me sexually.

One day I had just had enough and left without even collecting any of my stuff. I just took a transfer on a whim, without telling her, and moved to the other end of the country.

I had a new girlfriend, Kay, a quiet and unassuming girl a few years my junior but it hadn't got serious as yet. We had met at the holiday camp where she had a part time job and I had moved to. She had arrived about three months after me at the start of the summer season.

The place I had wasn't much but was all I could get - a small and run down ex-touring caravan on the back end of a seaside caravan park. It was autumn, the nights were drawing in and late that evening there was a tap at the door, it was Kay, with a Chinese take away. She came in with a broad smile and held out the brown paper bag. I ushered her in from the evening twilight into the dimly lit and dank metal box I called home and placed the brown paper bag on the narrow surface next to the sink.

I felt guilty that she had obviously made such an effort and awkward as to how to greet her. After clumsily offering her a hand, then puckering a kiss, we settled on a peck on her left cheek.

She came in and I admired her sleek and slender figure, bare bronzed legs and low cut frilly top. She had generously looped earrings and cherry red lipstick that complemented her shiny and straight dark brown hair.

I had thrown on a baggy pair of grey tracksuit bottoms and a plain white tee shirt – rather uninspired but they were the only clean clothes I could find.

We stood awkwardly wondering what to say and do next. I got the impression that Kay was here on a mission and she wanted to take this relationship further.

I was just about to say something to break the tension when the caravan door suddenly flew open. The unmistakably tall and athletic shape of Trisha, my ex, burst into the confined and narrow space. She shoved Kay forwards and against my chest like she was playing sardines.

Kay's head was firmly squashed against my white tee shirt as Trish turned and calmly placed her large handbag next to the take away on the kitchen surface. Kay's lips deposited a cherry red impression on my clean white chest. Her hair was soft and smelled of fruit, her soft perfume caught my nose and awoke certain feelings from deep within me.

"My God. It is you." Trish exclaimed as she pressed Kay's body further towards me.

I dwelt on the feel of the soft pressure of her firm breasts against my chest as Trish forced her further forwards. Thoughts started to enter my head that were wholly inappropriate for the circumstance and my cock began to swell involuntarily but it had been over six months since I had last been this close to a pair of tits.

I was forced backwards in the narrow confines of what passes as a passageway. My backside was wedged tight against the cooker as Trish slammed the door shut and threw the lock down.

"How did you find me?" I asked nervously.

"I had you watched." She said with a steely glare.

Trish can be quite threatening. She had bulked up and had obviously been working out. Her deep blue eyes blazed with ferocity as she hissed out a string of abuse aimed, I thought, solely at me.

Kay was quite the opposite, demure, slightly built and around six inches shorter. She had soft brown hair and welcoming hazel eyes that were staring pleadingly and wide open deep into mine.

Kay, uncharacteristically, spun round and sternly said. "Why don't you just leave?"

That was like a red rag and Trish took a swing at her. A full scale scuffle then broke out in the narrow confines of the caravan. I glared at Trish as she easily got the better of Kay and swung her back around to face me. Kay's lip and nose were bloody. Trish slapped her leg in an attempt to demean her in front of me as if disciplining a pupil.

I went to move forward, Trish grabbed my wrist and threw Kay down and on to the small table at the front of the caravan. She opened her bag and produced a set of hand cuffs, not, alas, the novelty kind.

With a click she had secured them on one side to Kay and forced my wrist into the other. With a painful tug and a click Kay and I were connected, right wrist to right wrist. I stood wedged against the cupboard opposite the door and to Kay's right as she lay face down on the table.

I craned my neck to see if any keys were evident in Trish's handbag but with one look and a slight hand gesture Trish stunned me into timid submission.

Trish continued to smack Kay's legs and drifted further up until she was striking just under them hem of her short plaid skirt. I couldn't help to fix an admiring stare at the rippling flesh as it reacted to Trish's manual assault.

Trish gradually smacked higher until her hand disappeared up and under the hem, revealing the hint of a fleshy buttock as it flashed in and out with each rapping swish. The crack of Trish's hand against Kay's apparently bare flesh rang around the small room and awoke lustful feelings buried deep within me.

Trish knew what turned me on and it was already working me, she lifted Kay's skirt slowly with her left hand as she continued to reel at her soft flesh with her right. God it was hot and Trish knew it.

She teased my eyes as she raised Kay's skirt at a slow and even pace to reveal a pair of firm and bare butt cheeks rippling with each forceful thwack. My eyes scanned every millimetre of the evenly tanned flesh, right up to her butt crack and I was convinced that she wasn't wearing any knickers. My eyes were fixed and wide open with a mixture of horror and guilt at my growing lust.

Trish pulled Kay's skirt higher and folded it up and on to her back to reveal a small triangular patch of lemon yellow material in the hollow at the top of her cleft. Thin strings disappeared around her tanned waist and down between her reddened and rippling butt cheeks.

Trish deliberately pulled at Kay's butt cheeks to open them and highlight the path of the thin yellow string as it went towards her neat clam, encased within a small bump of the thin yellow cotton. My eyes automatically scanned every fraction of the neat mound stretched tight over her shapely cunt lips. My cock jumped as I searched along the clear dent of her slit and around the edge for any wispy hairs – there were none as Trish made sure I could confirm.

"What do we have here? A thong? You naughty little girl, where you hoping to get some tonight? A Friday night fuck perhaps?"

Trish continued to try to smack the resistance out of Kay but knew fully what effect it was having on me. Kay was flopped flat on the table, her right hand, limp and chained to mine and her head on its side in passive submission as I stood, powerless as a bystander.

Impure thoughts raced through my head that conflicted with the ferocity of Trish's hand as she manipulated the scene to appeal to my inner most and hitherto secret desires.

"What do you want?" I asked hesitantly, not wanting to risk Trish's ire further and hoping to defuse the rise in sexual tension.

"I want that bitch to fess up and stop stealing my boyfriends." Trish hissed back at me.

"What? You two know each other?" I asked in bemused amazement.

"Kay is my sister." Trish barked back between swipes of her arm.

I didn't even know that Trish had a sister. Kay paused and bent down to sneer into Kay's ear.

"Actually she is my half sister. I asked around at your work when you left and they said you had moved here. Kay lives nearby with my father and I asked her to keep an eye on you. Little did I know the slut was going to steal you like she did with my other boyfriends."

"No I didn't you stupid bitch." Kay blurted out. "I never did. You just cannot accept that you kept pushing them away. All I seemed to do was have to explain to them why you were such a bitch. You are just a bully."

"Has she fucked you yet? She fucked all my other blokes."

"That only happened once. And it was all your fault, you were such a cow all he wanted was to be loved and so I gave it to him."

"Didn't last did it? I knew he'd come back to me."

"Only after you just about killed him. He was never the same after that. He never spoke about it. What did you do to him? You bitch."

Trish swatted her again for her impetuousness.

"That's why we fell out. And that's why I don't even bother to talk about her."

I couldn't help but dwell on Kay's taut buttocks ripple with each impact of Trish's disciplining hand, they glowed bright red and God her arse looked good. My cock had already twitched towards an involuntary erection.

Trish still had me in her power and she knew it, it seemed she wanted to humiliate us both as she continued to deliver a stream of stinging raps to Kay's pert backside.

The crack of Kay's continued punishment filled the small space, the caravan rocked with the force of Trish's hand and I am sure Kay's muffled cries could be heard outside.

"He said my ass was better than yours." Kay summoned the inner strength to mock back in defiance.

"Oh really? Let's have a look, shall we?" Trish sneered back.

Trish yanked at the thin string of Kay's thong to reveal the hint of Kay's cleanly shaven clam protruding from between her half open legs. Trish kicked her legs wider apart and smacked her again spitefully. I craned my head to get a better view but fell back guilty at my unashamed and unsubtle desire.

A tell tale thread of slimy cum had stuck to the gusset of the thong as Trish had pulled it away and into directly my eye line.

"What do we have here?" Trish first inspected the strand and then cupped Kay's bare cunt.

She rubbed her fingers and sniffed them before returning to smack her sister's bare arse.

"You're wet!" She exclaimed. "You're enjoying this.... You dirty cow. Nice and clean are we, freshly shaved for a good shagging? Let's see how dirty you can really get."

Trish tore at the thin strap and the flimsy garment fell away.

The feelings of shock had melted into deep lust as my eyes feasted on the view of Kay's splendid and naked snatch poking out from between her tanned and shapely thighs.

Trish grinned in delight as she knew that she had started to get me aroused. She drove two of her long fingers straight into Kay's open pussy and began to frig her wildly. Kay's cunt lips swelled and her juices ran freely down her inner thighs. Trish slipped a third finger into her sister's sopping fanny to make it squelch loudly, this she knew, would drive me wild with excitement. Kay closed her eyes and winced as if in dismay at her body's overtly sexual response.

I looked on trying desperately not to appear too turned on but failed miserably by staring, with my eyes fixed like lasers, at Trish's wet fingers plunging rapidly in and out of Kay's bald snatch. My eyes traced every inch and dwelled on every last detail as Kay's cum bubbled out of her yielding clam.

Trish continued to stab her wrist hard at Kay's cunt and drove her towards an inevitable but unwelcome orgasm. I glanced down in dismay and self disappointment at the growing bulge in my pants as my cock ballooned out the front of my cotton tracksuit bottoms.

My nostrils flared as the scent of Kay's sex overcame the musky smell of the small metal box and my stare fixed itself overtly at the rapidly moving hand jabbing in and out of Kay's hot cunt.

Kay was fighting the arousal that her sister's expert but brutal masturbation was causing her. Her more urgent whimpers belied her mental control over her body and were rapidly turning to moans of ecstasy.

I watched as Trish, sensing her sister's building arousal, stepped up the rapid forward motions of her pointed fingers. A delightful slurping sound echoed around the small space and Trish silently acknowledged my audible sigh as my cock, now fully hard, strained against my bottoms.

Kay's body language was that of utter defeat but her arousal could no longer be contained. She fought hard against her own response but sucked in air and panted it back out rapidly. Trish shoved her hand in and out ever faster and deeper until it was a virtual blur.

Kay grabbed at the side of the table. I was sure that she had subconsciously rotated her hips to allow her sister's fingers deeper within her. I stood transfixed, open mouthed and now with a raging hard on as Key seemingly stuck her arse and perfect clam out even further.

Kay began to scream as she lost the fight against the intense orgasm that ripped through her taut body. My eyes were fixed on the pumping muscles of her cunt and clenching of her butt cheeks as the convulsions surged through her lower body.

Kay's body twitched and was covered in a shimmering layer of sweat as she slowly regained control. Trish wore a fixed grin of conquest as she withdrew her sopping and sticky fingers with a shake. Kay turned to face me. She wore a look of shame and utter defeat as her legs buckled to reveal a stream of cum running down her inner thighs and on to the table top beneath her.

Trish turned round, still smirking in triumph as she slid her wet hand inside my tracksuit bottoms. She held the elastic open with one and slid the other into my shorts. I felt the dampness of Kay's cum as she stroked my raging hard on, almost nostalgically, and cupped my hot and heavy balls. I fought hard not to cum on the spot.

I was guilty that I was sporting such an intense hard on but Trish seemingly didn't care, she squeezed my balls together hard, deliberately to cause me intense pain. I winced but tried hard not to show anything as she released the vice like grip of her large fingers.

"Mmm it has been a long time, hasn't it?" She said as she weighed my rock hard balls in the flat of her hand.

She turned to Kay and demanded, "Finger yourself. Show him your open cunt, he likes that."

She was right and Kay meekly complied, she pushed her left hand under her prone body and spread her wet cunt lips wide apart. I couldn't help but moisten my dry lips as she opened her pink hole wide for my gaze.

"Slip your finger in bitch." Trish demanded in an increasingly fierce and threatening tone. "Look at him whilst you wank yourself you slut."

Kay rolled her head over and looked dolefully into my eyes. I cupped her hand in mine but must admit that my eyes were firmly fixed at her snatch, her finger was probing sexily into her hot hole and I was starting to openly enjoying every moment.

"More, get more fingers up there." Trish barked as she smacked Kay's tender backside again.

How well Trish knew me. She knew that my fantasy was watching women masturbate. Kay complied with first one, then two further fingers wedged into her wet and open gash.

"Make yourself cum. Go on frig yourself. Bring yourself off in front of your boyfriend you fucking tart." Trish boomed in time as she spanked down on Kay's reddened butt cheeks.

Kay was trying hard but couldn't quite manage to push herself over the edge. She was driving three fingers into her cunt and grinding her mons down on her palm as Trish continued to intermittently smack her arse.

Eventually Trish gave up and stood back to flex her obviously stinging hand.

"You're not going to cum are you? What's the matter? Can you only cum when I'm frigging you off?"

Kay looked like she was going to cry but seemingly found some inner strength to continue to fight her sister's physical and mental torture. Trish swung around as a spark entered her mind.

"Fuck her arse." She directed this order at me.

I feigned disinterest but Trish knew better, she knew that my ultimate fantasy had been to fuck her in the arse, perhaps it was my way to dominate her in return.

Trish tugged my bottoms down in an instant and I stood embarrassed that my cock was so hard as it stuck out, unfettered and straining at my tightly stretched foreskin. Trish's powerful grip was on my wrist as she forced me behind Kay.

"Stand up. Bend over the table. I want to watch." She barked at Kay as she pulled her sister back over the table and into position.

Trish pushed me tight behind Kay's bare and searing hot backside. I was ashamed of myself as my cock hardened and thickened further in the cleft of Kay's arse as she pushed me forward.

Trish spat on to the brown bud of Kay's arsehole and offered my aching cock to the tight orifice but she couldn't force my cock home, it kept bending and deflecting up Kay's butt crack.

"Are you an arse virgin dear?" Trish said sarcastically.

Trish raised an eyebrow and I was sure that she was surprised at the stiffness of my cock as she wrapped her fist tight around it to manoeuvre me forwards.

"Spread her arse." She barked at me and lamely I complied by grabbing at each of the hot and smooth mounds of her arse cheeks.

I stood back and pondered the surreal sight of my ex-girlfriend trying to stuff my rock hard cock into her half sister's virgin arsehole.

She pushed her body weight hard against my backside whilst trying to guide my cock into her sister's hot arse. My legs were pressed tight and stuck to Kay's hot and sweat covered thighs.

Suddenly her sphincter gave way and my cock slid in. Kay shrieked with pain as my rock hard and thick cock invaded her tight and virgin arse.

God it was tight. It was all I could do to stop myself from cumming there and then as my cock slid in ever deeper. I tried to erase all thoughts of the intense pleasure as Trish grinned triumphantly over my shoulder.

Trish pushed me harder to try to make Kay squeal in pain. I fought against her making me over balance and dive, with my full body weight, into Kay's tight anus, but must admit to more than one thought of doing exactly that.

Kay looked back at me, I could see the pain in her eyes but she gasped, seemingly in pleasure, as Trish forced me yet further home.

Kay did actually seem to be starting to sub-consciously enjoy it. Her hips slightly swivelled and allowed me deeper access as Trish thrust my lower torso in and out. Her arse muscles relaxed and accepted my cock deeper in to her hot rectum with each assisted stroke.

"You're liking this aren't you? You fucking slag." Trish realised but decided to play a game of double bluff.

I was desperately trying not to enjoy it, but the tight grip of Kay's rectum around my tool was starting to drive me close to the edge as Trish forced me back and forth mechanically.

Trish's hand reached under my balls and gently cupped them on the way past. From the steady motion of her palm I guessed that she was tending to her sister's clit, just an inch or so in front. Kay gasped involuntarily as Trish expertly tweaked and teased her small and tender nub. After a while the angle of Trish's hand changed and I felt the pressure of fingers stroking the insides Kay's quim.