Adriana had tiptoed from the bedroom thanks to the distraction provided by Sarah and Rebekkah. Once outside she’d dived for her car, started up and slammed it into reverse almost in one movement. She shot backwards, narrowly missing Maggie’s cruiser parked by the gate. She clipped the fence post, though, and took out the mailbox. She didn’t even stop to check the damage to her car as she slammed it into drive nd fishtailed on the snow-packed gravel roadway. She sped away, sobbing and unable to see clearly.
Adriana reached the end of the private road before she knew where she was. She was forced to whip the wheel to the right to keep from shooting straight across the road and into the trees beyond. The sudden change in direction caused the rear to break free on the still-slick surface, and she fought to control the car as it snaked wildly across the road. Time slowed and every twist and turn happened in slow motion. On one snap she lost control and the car whipped round once, twice before the hard-locked wheels caught on a dry piece of pavement and the car began to slow its wild ride. The car came to rest diagonally across the two-lane road. Thoroughly shaken, she straightened the wheel and pulled the car over into a wide pull-off. She sat, gripping the wheel tightly as she fought to control her sobbing and breathing. Gradually she calmed, and she leaned back into the seat. Her hands shook as she lay her head back, closed her eyes and took deep breaths.
She eased the seatback down so that she was partly reclined, and allowed herself to relax. As she felt her breathing calm, her mind began to play back through the events of the evening. She recalled walking in to the bedroom to see her best friends fondling the very fine penis of their bound captive. Oh yes, she’d been quite impressed by him, although admittedly she didn’t have that much experience to draw on. The sight of Sarah sitting on his chest and stroking his shaft whilst Beks fondled his balls turned her n immediately. She hadn’t even realised he’d been bound at that point. But then when Rebekkah had told her how he’d attacked her, she’d been disgusted at herself for being turned on – couldn’t really understand why the girls were playing with him so. She wanted to punish him for what he’d done, what so many men would do – had done to her. But then she recalled watching Sarah smack him with the hairbrush, each hard smack leaving a white oval that flooded pink. Well, now that was a definite turn-on. She would have loved to snatch that brush from her hand and blast his hairy ass herself. She’d played around with spanking of course – so many boys wanted to do it – but this was her first time witnessing the act at first hand, and the first time seeing a boy’s ass up for punishment. She loved watching the brush snap down, the ripple and shudder of his cheeks, his swaying balls as he jerked away – so hot!
She popped the top button of her jeans as she allowed her mind to replay the spanking again and again. Her hand slid inside and downwards. She wriggled her hand down so her finger could slide along her wet groove as she recalled again his rosy, firm buttocks being smacked harder and harder, his bollocks swaying in time and his arse puckering. Oh yes! His arse! She had almost forgotten the sight of his arse plugged up with the ginger as Sarah whipped him with the strap and fingered herself.
‘Oh my God!’ she laughed to herself, ‘I so have to find me a boy to whip!’ Her finger flicked around and over her clit as she replayed her mental movie screen, the strap whipping down across his firm, taught buttocks – only this time it was she holding the strap, and he was begging her for more, his cock hard and hot beneath. And then suddenly the buttocks before her were not male – she was strapping Maggie – that cow who had slapped her and threatened her. YES! She imagined whipping Maggie now, striping her cheeks time and again, fucking her bum with the ginger in between strokes, Maggie panting and crying and groaning. Her fingers flashed quickly as she brought herself closer and closer, all the time picturing Maggie, then Josh under her strap, stroking Josh’s cock then reaming Maggie with the ginger plug. She felt herself climbing, climbing and … and …. release. Her hand slowed, but she wasn’t done yet. She wanted to probe her own bottom, imaging what the ginger might be like. She eased her jeans down past her knees so she could spread her thighs. She slicked her finger in her wetness and slid it further back, teasing at her tight hole beneath. She lifted her buttocks and then popped a finger in and rotated, sliding in and out, in and out. Boyfriends had tried to finger her bum before but she’d always stopped them, fearful of going all the way with anal – it was too scary and it had never really been her thing – but now, having watched Josh being reamed and her imaginings of doing the same to a lush female ass, she was desperate to explore.
With her middle finger she teased her tight bud, popping in and out past the muscle ring. As she did so she slipped her thumb into her pussy, then gently squeezed her thumb and finger together through the thin membrane before sliding her thumb upwards again to her clit. Back and forth she went, revelling in the new sensations until she felt her orgasm rising again. This time she rode her own anal finger as she climbed again, fucking herself as her pleasure ripped through her once more. Drained, she collapsed backwards into the seat, totally spent.
She awoke a while later, shivering in her nakedness now the car had lost its heat. She reached her hands down to grasp her jeans, about to tug them back up her thighs when her crotch was suddenly illuminated by a bright white light, followed by a rap on the window. She turned her face to the light, but it was too bright to see the person beyond. The light moved then, and she found herself looking directly into the eyes of Maggie just beyond the glass.
What will Maggie do now? What are Rebekkah and Sarah doing with Josh back at the house? Where is Nanna? So much more to cum …