I trailed off.
“Not just her opening her legs for any old bloke?”
“Yes. Exactly.”
“I don’t think she wants a looking for a decision, Steve, I think she just wants to get her rocks off. She is a quite the slut you know.”
“I know.”
“Well, if you want her to hang around, you might just have to put up with her wandering off occasionally, getting a little extra, so to speak, so you might as well enjoy it.”
Dave was right. It was a dilemma. The thought of her having sex with other men and her being so open about it was really humiliating in one sense, but also deeply arousing. I felt completely out of control, but I wondered if she was also out of control. What she was doing, or what I assumed she was doing, as I still had no real proof I suppose, it was still only an assumption, was really sleazy…and it turned me on.
We had another beer, Dave’s round, and remained on the grass patch. We had now been here for over an hour and a half, and still no sign of Helen.
“Bloody hell, shall we go and look for her, Dave?”
Dave looked at me a bit surprised and said,
“Do you know which is their caravan?”
“No, I’ve no idea, do you?”
“No, they never said.”
“Bollocks!” I said.
“Shame really.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Well, the idea of peeping through a crack in their curtains at Helen doing all sorts is actually quite appealing!”
Said Dave chortling. I laughed with him, with mixed emotions, for a moment wondering if that were actually a possibility, but if we got the wrong caravan and got caught peeping into some strangers place, that would not be cool!
Suddenly we heard a bright and cheerful voice coming across the tarmac area,
“Hi, guys!” Said Helen.
We both looked over as she strode casually toward us looking good in her lovely blue dress in the sunshine.
“Helen! Where the hell have you been?” I said in a slight strop.
She plonked herself down on the grass between us with her back to the table area and sighed heavily as if she had been hurrying.
“You know where I’ve been.”
She said looking quite red in the cheeks and looking a bit guilty. Her eyes looked furtively between me and Dave. I couldn’t help but notice her hair was quite tangled too.
“You said you would be 20 minutes, but you’ve been gone close to 2 hours now, what have you been up to?” I asked anxiously.
She bit her lip and looked a bit uncomfortable,
“Sorry, I sort of lost track of time. We had a really nice bottle of red wine, and er… well… Harold wanted to show me his photographic equipment.”
She smiled weakly and blushed like mad going bright red. Dave took a slurp of his beer and tried to stifle a smirk I noticed, his eyes also looking anywhere but straight at Helen for fear of laughing out loud, she looked so, so guilty!
“Oh, and did Harold show you his equipment?” I continued.
Dave snorted in his drink, and I tried not to be infected by his amusement and remain serious. Helen just gave me a slightly sharp look, turning her head to the side,
“Yes, he did!”
“And?” I probed.
Helen relaxed slightly and spoke with sudden genuine enthusiasm,
“Actually, it was pretty amazing. All digital of course, and the pictures it takes are in stunning detail!”
“Really.” I said, sounding unimpressed, “and did he demonstrate his camera whilst you were there?”
Helen couldn’t contain her smile,
“Erm….yeah.”
“Did he take pictures of you, Helen?”
“Yes. One or two.”
She said, smirking like a little minx and continuing to blush like mad again.
“And did you take your clothes off for them?”
Helen paused and swallowed visibly shifting her weight from one side to the other nervously,
“Yeah.”
She said, looking down at the grass and casually picking at it. I felt a rush of anguish and excitement through my whole body, and I was desperate to find out how far she had gone.
“All of them?”
She was sitting down now on the grass, cross-legged, she checked all around briefly, looking left and then right and directly behind her, then slowly lifted her dress up,
“Yes.”
Dave gasped, and I took a sharp intake of breath. She had no knickers on!
“Fucking hell, Helen, where are your knickers?” I asked urgently.
“On the floor of their caravan I guess, I forgot to put them back on.”
She just smiled back at us allowing Dave and I a long lingering look at her shaven pussy. Her lips looked a little engorged and wet.
“Wow!”
Said Dave.
“Shall we go back to the tents?” Helen suggested, “and I’ll tell you all about it if you like.”
I looked at Dave who was clearly all for it.
“OK.” I said.
Helen pulled down her dress and we quickly downed the rest of our pints, and all walked up the hill to our tents. It was only 100 yards or so, but it wasn’t easy walking with a raging hardon. Helen noticed me adjusting myself and said,
“Not that angry with me then, darling?”
I scowled as angrily as possible but couldn’t hide a smirk from her. She held both our hands as we approached the tents and put a blanket down outside behind our tent, which completely obscured us from the rest of the campsite. I grabbed the pillows and threw them out the tent and Dave caught them one by one, and then I carried out the chiller, opened it, and handed round bottles of beer for everyone. Dave grabbed the opener from the chiller and opened them all with a satisfying ‘fizz’.
Helen lay back against Dave, and he put his arm around her. She faced me smiling and taking the odd sip of beer.
“OK, so what exactly did you get up to tonight?”
“Quite a lot.” She said.
“What photos did they take of you?”
“They started pretty tame I suppose, but ended up, you know, knickers down, holding my pussy open for them!”
“Bloody hell, what else?”
“Well Harold was taking all the pictures.”
“Right. So what did Graham do then, was he just watching?”
“Yes, of course he was watching, but he was sort of directing too I suppose. He was fingering me quite a lot.”
“Christ! Was he in the photos too then!”
“Yes, sometimes, not all the time.”
“When exactly?”
“Well, when he was fingering me, and also when he was licking me out.”
“You let him lick your pussy!”
“Yeah, and my arsehole!”
“Fucking hell! Did Harold get photos of that too!”
“Yeah, loads, but I think the camera battery actually died, so we had to stop taking photos.”
“So, you left then, yeah?”
“No.”
“What then?”
“Well…then they both fucked me, one after the other.”
That was it, my worst fear confirmed, she had let them both fuck her like a common slut, my girlfriend spread her legs for a couple of dirty old men. Bloody hell! I know the signs were all there but something in me kept thinking that she wouldn’t really do something that cheap, that fucking low.
“Why did you let those dirty old men fuck you?”
“I like it. Older men are sort of more grateful, it really turns me on, they look at me with such lust, I know how much they want me, especially as the chances of having me are so remote in reality, but to let it happen, wow, I mean, yeah, they are really grateful, and I can feel that when they put their cocks up me.”
Helen just looked back at me as she answered my endless questions, and all the while she was talking, she had been rubbing the huge bulge in Dave’s shorts next to her. Now I had sort of run out of questions, it was like she had remembered she was doing, and she looked down, unzipped him and pulled him out fully erect and started to rub her hands up and down his huge length.
I watched her but thought about the two guys she had probably been doing that to that very same evening and couldn’t get the image of them fucking her out of my head, and I was rock hard again.
“Get your cock out, Steve, prove to me you are not turned on by what I just told you. Go on, get it out!”
She practically ordered me, and I had to admit it added to the thrill. I unzipped slowly as Helen and Dave watched intrigued as I reluctantly pulled out my cock for them to look at, and it was really hard, and I felt ashamed as I let go of it and let it just stand to attention on its own, I could feel the hardness of it, the ache, and I felt so humiliated by my obvious arousal at Helen’s behaviour. Dave and Helen stared down at my rigid cock, both smiling, and reading me, my humiliation complete. Helen tormented me by looking me in the eye and rubbing my friend’s cock in her hand, she held it at the base and waved it about, my own cock twitched as I watched her.
“See! You love it when I do things like this!”
She said, as she continued to wave Dave’s cock about like a flag signalling my humiliation. She then lay down and spread her legs open and said to me,
“Come and lick me out, Steve”
She didn’t even look at me, she just put her tongue into Dave’s mouth, and they kissed passionately again, Dave with his hand inside her dress all over her little breasts. I knelt down between her open legs and stared for a moment at her hairless pussy, my hard cock rubbing a little uncomfortably against the blanket. She looked down at me impatiently as I hesitated and said sharply,
“I know what you are thinking! Yes, I let two strangers put their cocks up there less than an hour ago and no, they didn’t wear condoms, but no, they didn’t come in me, this time at least, they both came in my mouth. Now lick me out!”
I looked up at her as she spoke, her arm draped around my best friend as they both looked down at me with some amusement. I felt quite defeated, it was clear she was going to behave however she wanted, and do whatever she wanted, with whomever she wanted, whenever she wanted it. I bent my head down and began to lick her. She smelt good in the late evening sunshine. I ran my tongue up and down her slit and tasted her. She tasted good too. I spread her lips with my fingers and pushed my tongue further in and I heard her making little noises of approval,
“That’s not bad, Steve, nearly as good as Graham and Harold!”
She laughed and continued to run her hand up and down Dave’s big cock close to my face, and I looked at it out the corner of my eye, the head of his circumcised cock looking pink and engorged. I continued ploughing up and down her wet slit with my tongue, now with the additional image of Graham and Harold having done exactly this to my girlfriend just a while ago. I pushed my tongue right up inside her, and was happy to get a reaction,
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