Ginny,
At this point, I barely know what to say. Well, that was Chastity all over. Seems you’re right about the pages being removed for a reason. If the journal date, June 7th 1981 is correct, this is nine months earlier.
I will tell Stan but spare him the details. I doubt he will be surprised, he must have suspected surely. But should we tell the twins?
Pru,
…and then the boat left.
It was only as I saw it leaving that I suddenly realized this time would be different. And not just because I was off the pill. There was no escape, nowhere to run to. The island was barely the size of a football pitch and there were five of us women against seven larger men.
First response, ‘wow cool’, followed by ‘oh crap’ and a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, could I really go through with this?
The Japanese girl took off, darting between the men and off into the distance. The men just watched. Then one of them, a tall guy, thin, mid-30s, ambled off after her, making no attempt to match her speed. No need to chase: she would run out of island soon enough.
I laughed as he grabbed her hair, forcing her to stop: She had signed on the dotted line, we all had. Now, resistance was futile, could I go through with it? How could I not? It wasn’t exactly the sanest way to spend a weekend but we had all done the safety briefing signed the consent forms and affirmed that ‘no means no’ and like Meatloaf said, two out of three ain’t bad.
Strong arms gripped me from behind and carried me to a large, flattish rock. The gingham dress mom had made for me to wear to church picnics was torn off my body and rough hands grabbed at the private parts of my body as I struggled.
I watched the tall guy use his prize a few feet in front of me as first some fingers and then a cock made their way inside my ass. Strong arms used the slow but insistent movement of an anal connoisseur.
The ass fuck, my gateway drug to kink and adultery. I am always in the moment when I have a cock up my ass. I’m not even sure if I like it or not. Truth be told, I like to have been spanked, I like to have been ass-fucked, the experience itself is too immediate, too raw to like or dislike. Is that why I have to write them down?
I was screaming some obscenity, and the Japanese girl was screaming too. He had short-shafted her to save his seed for a more worthy receptacle. He ignored her protests, grabbing a handful of her hair and using it to wipe his cock.
By this time, Strong Arms had his cock buried completely in my ass. But instead of pumping, he rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. The flat of the rock was at an angle, giving me a full view of the violations before me. Two men were taking turns with a ginger chick, one holding her down, the other fucking her. Another two men were spit-roasting a lanky blonde. Shaved pussy, just like Ginger; there’s always a tell.
Tall guy strode by and tried to trade the Japanese for a goth chick being pounded by a young dude wearing an Echo and the Bunnymen shirt. Young dude, turned him down, maybe not as keen on The Vapors?
Strong Arms beckoned Tall guy over and all of a sudden, I have two cocks moving inside me, moving against each other. I reckon being on the ass side of a DP is the closest a person with a dick can get to the sensation of being fucked in the cunt.
Perhaps hoping to further humiliate Japanese, perhaps to make sure he didn’t shortchange his brother, this time Tall guy finished the job.
Both men sauntered off to make use of Ginger whose tormentors had relinquished her for Japanese. Strong Arms took her ass again, like he didn’t know why the party was called Breed-Her. Or maybe he did and simply didn’t care.
Most of the men had dropped character by now, their initial fury spent. But Goth girl was holding down Blondie for another man while Echo watched, which I found pleasing. I could see myself in that position, being spread as an offering for another woman’s paramour. Voyeur or victim, both are the same in the end. Excepting possibly that watching others leaves clearer memories.
My memories of the women are so much clearer than that of the men, all of whom were white, with dark hair and distinctly central European features: All just like Stan. Or maybe I just chose not to take note of their faces to make it easier to forget them.
‘Trying a different seed,’ the church women call it. Not that they condone adultery, of course. Adultery is a sin, but being childless is a worse sin. A few of the women even offered their own husbands for the deed.
“Time to try more seed,” I said to myself. I sat next to Echo, stroking his cock as we watched Goth girl work. It didn’t take long for him to take the hint. He pushed me onto my hands and knees and fucked me like a dog. By the time he came inside me, the rest of the company was gathered round in a circle to watch.
The men made the meal. Men have a thing for BBQ or else they would have made us make it for them. Dessert was light bondage using the only tree on the island to truss us up by the wrists. Ginger was first, followed by Blondie and Japanese in a pair. Cocks that had been limp sprang to attention as teasing taps turned to harder blows.
If Stan ever allowed us to make love with the light on, he would know about my debaucheries.
I was paired with Goth chick, of course: black hair with blonde, uptight church lady with Goth. But Echo had another trick in store using the same rope slung over a branch for both of us and pulling the rope taught, forcing at least one of us to stand on tiptoe.
The beating didn’t do much for me, but the predicament was interesting. I could ease the pain in my feet by inflicting the same pain on Gothie. We took turns kissing on each changeover.
By now, it was dark, our bodies brightly lit against the night sky by tiki torches. The scene worked sufficiently well for at least five pricks to stand to attention. Our captors cut our ropes and led us away to take their pleasure of us.
After a third emission, Gothie and I got to know each other properly. Or at least as properly as we could with our wrists still tied. Eventually, one of the men took pity on us and untied us so he could arrange us in a loose 69 so I could stiffen his prick sufficiently with my mouth to allow him to get it inside Gothie.
He only lasted a few strokes before deflating. I flipped Gothie on her back and finished his job myself. As she climaxed, an unidentified cock slid inside me and somehow managed to discharge. From that point on, there were no more stiff pricks to be found and us ladies had to find ways to amuse ourselves till the boat returned.
