Chapter 2

It took Merrie a few minutes to realize where she was, Kevin Whitcomb’s guest bedroom with Tony sleeping beside her. She’d been in bed with him several times but only in her bed. He’d always gotten up in the middle of the night and left.

Well, Tony Rizzo, she thought, I’ve finally done it, got you to spend the night with me. Lying on her back she stretched and crossed her hands behind her head. With a satisfied smile, she captured images of what she had allowed happening to her last night. Her pussy tingled but in an irritable kind of way. Running her tongue over her teeth and puckering her lips she realized how much she needed to brush them. Jesus, she thought as she remembered the number of cocks that were in her mouth and the volume of spermatozoa they had spewed. Talk about cum!

Tony tossed a little, let out a sleep moan then drew his legs p into a fetal position. I hope last night doesn’t ruin my relationship with the guys, especially Tony. They were all such good friends, and she didn’t want to lose them because they might have lost respect for her. No, she thought, they’re all nice guys and they care about me too much ... I’m lucky. She didn’t want to chance disturbing Tony before he wanted to get up, so she held in her giggles as she thought GOD, did they ever have a good time with me.

Deep in slumber Tony was on his side facing away from her. Moving next to him she spooned into his body. Absently caressing his hairy chest she thought, It’s heaven to be able to cuddle into a warm body. She touched between her legs and winced at how tender her clitoris was but found there was only a dull and not entirely unpleasant ache in her vagina. A smile curled her lips as she sighed and thought what an INCREDIBLE night.

It wasn’t the first time she felt the joy of having Tony as such a close friend. He might have saved my sanity. After her devastation from her failed marriage, he was the first of her four friends to be so generous in helping bring her back to the world of sexuality. That aspect of her had been almost suppressed since before she and her husband broke up. After her marriage ended Tony was the first man to make love to her. He was the first man with whom she ever had orgasms that she didn’t trigger herself.

As she snuggled closer, she relived the outlandish conversation they had in the bar that night when they decided to plan the gangbang. Sure was nice for Kevin’s wife to be out of town she thought. Snuggling even more tightly against Tony’s warm body she thought about being ravished by her best friends which was like a dream. Never in her wildest dreams did she think it would group sex ever happen to her. Nestling her head into her pillow she smelled the combined scent of pussy, along with the musk of the four men’s sperm. I better wash these sheets and pillowcases myself she thought. Kevin will never think to do it right.

They had just finished the pancakes Kevin had fixed when they passed around the Polaroids of last night’s romp. Looking at the one where Kevin was fucking Merrie doggie on the couch, Nick said, “My God, Kevin, you’re really HUNG. It’s a wonder that you didn’t split this little girl wide open.”

Sitting on the hard kitchen chair still dealing with the soreness in her vagina Merrie said, “By the time Kevin got in there it was as if my pussy were a piece of leather that had been tanned.” They all laughed. “I’ll tell you this though, his is the only one that thumped my cervix.” With a wince, she laughed. “Maybe that’s not a good thing. I hope I haven’t been damaged.

With a bit of panic in his voice Kevin said, “Just make sure that all of these pictures get out of my house. All I need is for Pam to get a look at one of them.” Looking at Merrie he asked, “What are you going to do with these Polaroids anyway Merrie?”

With a wry grin, she said, “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll send some of them to my ex.”

“Would serve the son of a bitch right,” Sean said. Grinning he added, “But this party would never have happened had you not found the picture of him and his friends with that girl.” All but Tony laughed as Merrie rolled her eyes and finally joined in.

Tony, a typically quiet and understated guy looked harshly at Merrie and said, “I know you think you have good reason to do it Merrie, but I can tell you that it’s a bad idea to even be thinking about it.” It was as if he were giving her the evil eye. “By sending something like this to Phil you could be opening Pandora’s Box. And we could ALL get into a mess if you should do such a thing.

On the one-year anniversary of their split, Phil sent Merrie got a “Happy Divorce” card. As she opened the card a Polaroid picture dropped out. The card said, “Having a wonderful time, wish you were here.” The Picture showed five men standing in between two queen-sized beds in a motel room. All but one was facing the camera. Each of the men stood around one of the queen-sized beds. Phil was either in the process of masturbating or had just ejaculated on the girl on the bed. It was the same girl whom she couldn’t identify in the first Polaroids she’d seen. This time, while she couldn’t make out the girl’s face she got an ache in the pit of her stomach she was sure of the girl’s identity and was racked with disgust.

Knowing the girl’s identity and repulsed by Phil’s arrogance at sending the pictures she was pissed. Selecting three of the ones that were taken during her gangbang experience with her friends she folded a blank sheet of paper over the pics and wrote “Touche,” Then put them in an envelope addressed to Phil Comstock, careful not to include the one that showed Kevin’s face.

The moment she dropped the envelope into the mailbox she remembered what Tony had said and clutched at the falling mail, wasted effort. Helpless with regret she stewed as she thought I hope I haven’t gotten my friends into trouble. The worry haunted her for the next two weeks. Just as she was starting to feel that nothing would come of it she received notification of a registered letter that was being held for her at the post office. Filled with dread she signed for the large envelope. In her car, she opened the sealed package.

“My dear Merrie,” the note began. “Since you obviously want to play this game with me I think you should know that I am playing for keeps. I have hired a private detective who has advised me who your four friends are. Just so you know that I’m not bluffing they are: Tony Rizzo, Sean Applegate, Nick Apodocous, and Kevin McBride.”

Realizing the sum of all her fears she cried out, “JESUS, why didn’t I listen to Tony?”

The letter went on: “I have enclosed photographs that my man has taken along with the names I have mentioned. I have considered sending all the Polaroids you sent of your little romp to the human resources manager of the company who is funding your little advertising group. (Hot pictures, by the way). I’m torn though whether I should send one to Pam McBride, Kevin’s wife. Maybe you wouldn’t like me to do this.”

I know Phil, Merrie thought; this is going to cost me.

“My proposal is this Merrie,” Phil’s letter went on, “Next Wednesday night at 7:30 pm five of my friends and me (you’ve seen pictures of them) are having another meeting at the Blackthorn Motel. In the spirit of the contest you’ve started with me, you’ll probably want to cancel anything you might have planned and be there to party with us.”

Jesus, Merrie thought, the son of a bitch is extorting me. He wants me to do a GANGBANG with THEM. She knew she should Tony what was happening immediately, but she was too mortified to do it, embarrassed as well.

She knew there would be more Polaroids, but nothing prepared her for what she was about to see. There were three pictures. The first was a mate to the first one she had seen, the one that had resulted in the divorce. It was the same girl that night two years ago whose face she hadn’t seen. This time the girl was riding Phil’s cock. In each hand, she gripped the penis of the other men waiting their turn. When Merrie recognized the face of the young girl she moaned when what she suspected was confirmed. It was her younger sister Michelle.

“What a CREEP,” she screamed. She knew she was trapped as she said, “What have I DONE?”

Though Phil’s threat about Kevin McBride had merely been suggested Merrie knew it was real. She knew there was no choice but to go. That was before she opened the small package.

Looking at the date on the picture she realized that Michelle was only a sophomore in high school when it had been taken. She knew Michelle had a teenage crush on her husband but thought it would be a passing fancy. Recalling how uncomfortable it made her feel when her sister would come into her house and sit on Phil’s lap, though irritated, she knew Michelle was a coquette and believed nothing would ever come of it. But with the evidence now in her hand, she realized what had been going on and was desperately trying to deny it. Seeing her little sister in the picture made her nauseous. Sitting down she looked at the next picture. With the exception that Michelle was sucking one of the other guy’s cocks it was almost the same picture she had seen the ended her marriage. It became hatefully worse when she realized that what she was viewing was causing a strange titillation to course through her body. Sick with concern she sighed and then said, “Well, whatever it takes...”

Convinced she was doing the right thing to keep her friends out of harm’s she found herself standing at the door of the room at the Blackthorn motel in a nervous state of dread. Upon knocking the door was opened by her ex-husband Phil Comstock who was vindictively leering at her. “Well, Merrie my love,” he said, “in all the time we’ve been having these parties we never expected to have to be joining us, have we Chellie?” He was looking to his right at someone Merrie couldn’t see. “Come on in.”

As she entered the room she saw five men, all of whom she had seen in previous pictures. Michelle was sitting cross-legged on the bed, completely naked. At nineteen her sister still looked much younger than her age. Looking at Merrie with pouty, guilty eyes she started to apologize but was cut off by Phil, who said, “Shut the fuck up you little CUNT,” Phil said, “Your sister doesn’t need any explanations from YOU. Just do what you’re told, you are fucking slut.”

“Yes sir,” Michelle said in a tiny voice.

Looking at Merrie he gave a malevolent grin and said, “And you, BITCH, take off your fucking clothes. Or do you want us to TEAR them off, heh, heh, heh?”

Experiencing a rush of emotions: simmering anger at her sister, the memory of her husband’s betrayal, anger at herself for putting herself in this position, anger at Phil for being such an incredible asshole. In total humiliation, she glanced at Michelle and hoped to get a sense of the lay of the land. But her sister’s head was staring at the floor, obviously submitting to Phil’s direction.

Intimidated by her circumstances Merrie, who had felt uplifted in the same situation as she had been with her friends took off her clothes and was now being degraded. Having never been in a room with another completely naked female she couldn’t keep from glancing at her sister’s body. Though embarrassed and mortified she couldn’t explain why her pussy tingled and felt like it was lubricating her sexual juice secretions. This is DISGUSTING, she thought.

When she was completely naked Phil said, “Had you not sent those pictures Merrie I would’ve forgotten what a great body you have.” Turning to Michelle he said with an evil chuckle, “Get off the bed, cunt, and stand beside your sister. Let’s see how the two of you measure up.”

Standing five feet four inches tall Merrie’s body tapered from broad shoulders to generous hips to smooth legs, and elegant ankles. Her full, rounded breasts were ornamented with pencil eraser-like nipples, set in oval-shaped pinkish-brown areolas. Her pleasingly round face was highlighted by deep blue eyes and was punctuated with cupid bow lips that were framed by shoulder-length chestnut brown hair. Her flat tummy was enhanced, a neatly trimmed bush with chestnut hair on the rise of her mound.

Michelle was an inch taller. Her breasts were smaller at 32 B with nipples that were sunk into her two-inch areolas. Her body was thinner, like a ballerina’s or maybe a fashion model. Her dark brown hair cut in a page boy framed a youthful, angular face. Her lips were thin. Her boyish hips were centered by a shaved mound that exposed her thin-lipped pussy.

“Well, cunt,” Phil said to Michelle, “your sister still has a nicer body than yours and probably has a better idea of what to do with it. And WE (looking around) certainly know what we can DO with it.” The men in the room laughed. He looked at Merrie and commanded, “On the bed bitch.”

With an icy stare, Merrie intended to say, “Go fuck yourself,” but didn’t have the chance to get the words out of her mouth when the back of her ex’s hand slapped so forcefully that she fell back on the bed. “PUT YOUR FEET ON THE FLOOR BITCH.”

Stunned, the side of her face felt like it was on fire, she heard one of the men say, “Way to go. Phil.” Derisive guffaws made it clear that she was in the midst of animals. Fearing further pain, she dutifully placed her feet flat on the floor.

“YOU know what to do cunt,” Phil badgered Michelle. Trying to hold back tears Merrie couldn’t stop her left eye from watering. It burned and felt like it was swelling shut. Though Phil had been an inattentive husband she never knew him to be cruel or violent.

Feeling the soft warmth of her sister’s hands on her knees as they eased her legs apart she heard Michelle say, “M-move your ass to the edge of the bed sweetie. I have to get closer to your p-pussy.” Though she didn’t say “please,” Merrie recognized the beseeching sound of it. She felt her sisters’ gentle hands grasping her ankles along with, “Raise your legs, Hun,” with a voice filled with shame.

What has this animal done to her? Merrie thought, incensed at what was happening. She tried to resist being sexually excited but found it impossible. Her clit had been ignited with its own fire and she could feel her pussy seeping with continued sexual arousal.

As Michelle’s thumbs parted her labia she watched her bend forward and felt her sister’s hot breath on them as her mouth drew closer. JESUS, she thought, my own SISTER. And when the tip of Michelle’s tongue touched her clitoris she recoiled with the shocking sensation of electric excitement. The pain in her face throbbed but as her sister’s tongue licked, lapped, and fluttered on her clit she couldn’t resist writhing. Amazed at how the pain in her cheek seemed to enhance the desire she as felt between her legs she thought, this just doesn’t make SENSE.

During the romp with her friends, she remembered being pleasured by the feeling of Tony and her other friends licking her anus, it was in heaven. But when her sister’s tongue did the same thing it seemed terribly deviant. And because it was her sister’s tongue it made her disbelief more exciting. Exerting strong willpower to hide her orgasm she tried to stop the feelings, but her tense shudders were still apparent as Phil sneered and said, “Look guys, the bitch is cumming.”

Six men with pulsing erections circled the bed “AHHH,” she heard one of them cry, “and so am I,” feeling ropes of warm wetness landing across her breasts and midriff. She heard another grunt and felt warm goo land diagonally across her face, her right shoulder, and her breast. As her baby sister’s mouth and tongue worked in her pussy her eyes caught three more threads of cum materialize then hit her ear, crossed her neck, and landed on her shoulder.

Disgusting, she thought, and how much better Michelle is at eating my pussy than any guy. And marveled, how can I even be THINKING like this?

To Michelle, Phil said, “On the bed cunt.” To Merrie, “We’ll take care of you now, bitch.”

All six of the naked men lifted and turned her so she was on top of Merrie’s body. This is TERRIBLE her mind screamed as she used her knees to lift and lower her pussy to Michelle’s mouth then felt her sister’s pussy touch her mouth as the men lowered her. Memories of her parents watching two naked little girls wrestle in the bathtub flashed through her brain. This is so BAD. Though she was so totally embarrassed to be naked with her sister in this position in front of these animals, she couldn’t help but experience thrilling sensations that her sister’s mouth was stirring within her. Neither could she keep from enjoying the smell and taste of Michelle’s vulva.

In the sixty-nine position, her ass was up in the air. She felt the mattress move as one of the men climbed on. Then she felt him between her legs, his cock pushed roughly inside her pussy. It hurt. But even with the stinging discomfort, her disgusted excitement made her lubricate even more. Soon the hurting morphed into pleasure. Shit, she thought as the invisible man fucked her, I wish it didn’t feel so damned good. Never in her life would she have been able to understand the conflict between her thoughts and sensations. It was the combination of absolute disgust, tentative desire, and undeniable delight that built into pleasurable feelings she didn’t want to happen. I wish I could stop my pussy from getting so wet.

Just then she felt the stomach of one of the men pushing against her head. His cock materialized before her eyes, sliding underneath her nose. Shiny and greasy it smelled of KY gel. She could see that he was holding it, wiggling it against Michelle’s ass. He pushed. As the greasy, erect cock moved past her eyes into Michelle’s anus she could hear the soft sibilance of it moving through the KY. As his pubic hair matted against Michelle’s bottom, his stomach hit Merrie’s head again. She heard Michelle gasp, “oof.” Then, as the cock fucked her sister’s ass she wiggled beneath Merrie. As she thought, how could anybody get pleasure from being fucking in the ass? the sound of Michelle mewing in pleasure was a puzzle Merrie couldn’t solve either.

As if from a scene in Sexual Nightmare on Elm Street what was happening brought feelings of both pain and pleasure. Her mouth was on her sister’s pussy, and a strange cock was fucking her from behind. Another was sliding against the tip of her nose into her sister’s ass while Michelle lapped at her pussy. With all this going on, she could feel other men spewing wads of sperm on her back and in her hair.

Two hours later Merrie woke up on the bed shivering. She was alone. Her face still throbbed from Phil’s smack. Her pussy and ass both hurt. She had a bad taste in her mouth from all the sperm she had ingested, and her pussy still seeped. She felt nasty and sticky. After showering for half an hour, she still felt dirty. When she got out of the shower and was toweling off she looked into the mirror. Her eye was swollen shut, turning blue-black. On the mirror written in lipstick, “Now, let’s see how well you handle getting home without any clothes.