Lesbian Encounter
by Ray Gordon Copyright 2001 - Printed in Issue 4of In The Buff

I’d never been to one of David’s infamous parties. Hearing many a story of all-night drinking and rampant sex, I’d kept well away. It might have suited some, but I wasn’t the type of girl who liked to get drunk and indulge in the crudities of group sex. David knew how I felt and, when he’d phoned and invited me to his latest party, I’d been surprised by his persistence. I’d told him that I didn’t want to get involved. It just wasn’t my scene. But he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. To appease him, and shut him up, I’d finally said that I’d see how I felt on the day. He wasn’t happy with that and bet me five-hundred pounds that I wouldn’t turn up. Five-hundred pounds just for going to a party? It was tempting, but no.

David was twenty-five, a couple of years older than I. He was single, extremely good looking, and rich. We’d been friends, but nothing more, since we’d met at the tennis club about three years previously. Many a girl had looked upon him as a good catch, but he wasn’t going to settle down. And why should he? Living in a beautiful country house with plenty of money, there was no need to tie himself down. He was a really nice person, friendly, and would do anything to help anyone. But he was also an eccentric. Hence his weird parties.

A couple of hours after he’d phoned me, he’d called at my flat. A glint in his dark eyes, he’d informed me that he’d planned an after dinner game for his guests. His country house must have had at least twenty bedrooms and goodness knows how many nooks and crannies. According to David, it was the perfect place for a game of hide and seek. Knowing him well, I was sure that there had to be a catch. I was right. His version of hide and seek differed greatly from the game I’d played as a child. The idea was that the guests scatter all over the house and then creep around the gloomy corridors and winding staircases in search of each other. So far, so good. But, when two people met, regardless of their gender, they had to have sex. David had proudly announced that the winner was to be the one who’d had sex with the most people.

I’d shaken my head and told him in no uncertain terms that I wasn’t going. To have sex with several people, male and female, wasn’t my idea of fun. My boyfriend had left me six months previously and I have to admit to having felt down. The last thing I’d wanted was to get drunk and screw around like a common whore. And as for having sex with another girl... I’d thought that my mind was made up until David told me about the prize money. Five thousand pounds. Was that an offer I could refuse? Behind with my rent and my car on its last legs, the prize money would have saved my life. In a moment of madness, I’d told him that not only was the bet on, but I was determined to win the game.

On the fateful night, David opened the front door of his huge Victorian house and grinned triumphantly as he looked me up and down. I’d worn my red microskirt, without panties, to make participation in the game easier. I’d crimped my long blonde hair and meticulously applied my makeup, and I felt good for the first time in months. I felt even better when he waved a wad of notes in front of my face. I couldn’t believe that I was already five-hundred pounds better off simply by turning up.

But I had second thoughts as I stuffed the money into my bag and followed David into the vast hall. I’d be as good as selling my body for sex, prostituting myself. Having only had one boyfriend, to find myself knickerless and ready for sex with both men and women... I couldn’t go through with it. I’d been naive and stupid to think that I could have sex with several men, let alone women. I wasn’t a tart. And I certainly wasn’t a lesbian. Making my excuses to David, I pulled the cash out of my bag and offered him the money.

"Come on, Kimberly," he said, placing his hand on my shoulder. "If you stay, you’ll not only get to keep the five hundred pounds, but you’ll stand a good chance of winning five thousand."

"I don’t think I can go through with it," I sighed, biting my lip and again offering him the money. I gazed at the crisp notes in my hand, realizing that I was weakening. "You and your silly games..." I began hesitantly. "It’s not even as if I know everyone."
"You know Cheryl and Brad," he said reassuringly.
"How many people are there altogether?" I was becoming weaker, I knew.
"About twenty. Why?"
"If I’m found by six different men..."
"Then you’ll have the time of your life."
"And what if I’m found by several girls?"
"Enjoy yourself, Kimberly. Since that idiot Roger left you, you’ve done nothing but mooch around your flat. When did you last go out?"
"I don’t know."
"You’re a beautiful girl, Kimberly. It’s a crime to hide away in your flat. You’re not only very attractive, but you have your life to live. I haven’t seen you at the tennis club for months."
"Is that why you wouldn’t take no for an answer?"
"Yes, it is. You need to come out of your shell."
"David, selling my body to men and women for sex..."
"Don’t look at it like that," he laughed. "If everyone playing the game looked at it that way... They’re all here to have some fun, and they stand an equal chance of winning a lot of money."

Stuffing the money into my bag, I sighed. "All right," I finally conceded, wishing I hadn’t.

Leading me into the lounge, which was more akin to a banqueting hall, he introduced me to the other guests. There was Brian, a good-looking man in his early thirties. Gina, an attractive teenage girl. Ian, Cheryl, Alan, Christine, Carole, Derek... They’d all come to play David’s silly game. And, of course, they all wanted to win. I felt awkward as the men eyed me up. They gazed at the mounds of my breasts, my erect nipples pressing through my white blouse, the naked flesh of my shapely thighs... And I knew exactly what they were thinking. When a young girl flashed me a knowing smile and licked her glossed lips provocatively, I felt my face flush. Trying to convince myself that I’d enjoy the evening, I knocked back a large vodka and did my best to steer clear of another young girl with a salacious grin. Repeatedly looking me up and down, she was obviously after my body.

"OK," David said after dinner. "You all know the rules. I’ll give you ten minutes to hide and then I’ll ring the bell. And remember. The person discovered has to do exactly as the one who found them demands. If Alan finds Cheryl and he asks for a blowjob, so be it. If Cheryl discovers Christine, then Cheryl makes her demands. Anyone who refused their captor’s request will be tied to the dining room table, naked, and severely punished. The game begins at the first bell. After one hour, I’ll ring the bell again and you’ll all return to the lounge. Right, you all have your scorecards and pens. Good luck, and may the best man or woman win. Go, go, go!"

Clutching my pen and scorecard, I dashed into the hall and bounded up the stairs to the first floor. Several others followed me, including the teenage girl with the salacious grin furling her full lips. By the time I’d made it to the second floor, I was alone. I was sure that there was nothing anyone could demand of me that I couldn’t handle. Admittedly, I dreaded the idea of licking another girl’s pussy. In fact, the very notion revolted me. But the thought of the prize money would get me through the ordeal. Slipping into a small room, I hid in a cupboard and waited for the starting bell. This was it, I thought, taking a deep breath as silence fell over the house.

Hiding in the dark, I slipped my hand up my short skirt and toyed with the wet wings of my inner lips protruding from my crack. Wondering how many penises were going to slip into my pussy and sperm me, I again pondered on licking another girl’s pussy. The thought disgusted me, and I prayed that I’d only meet males during the illicit game. I’d not had sex for six months and, to be honest, I hadn’t missed it. I supposed that it was the desolation of losing my boyfriend that had reduced my libido to zero. The feel of a man’s penis sliding into my pussy after all that time was going to be...

At the sound of the bell, I leaned out of the cupboard and listened for sounds within the huge house. Within minutes, there was a squeal. A girl had obviously been caught somewhere. Hearing a floorboard creak in the hall, I closed the cupboard door and waited in fear and trepidation. There was movement, someone prowling around the room. I really didn’t want to be in the house, let alone the cupboard. I must have been mad, I thought, holding my breath. The game was stupid, David was crazy, and I must have been mentally unbalanced. There again, they say that everyone has their price.

As the cupboard door opened, I closed my eyes and prayed that it was a good-looking male. To my relief, it was the man in his thirties. The room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows across his grinning face as he stared at me. My hands trembled and my heart banged hard against my chest as I waited for his lewd demand. What if he was into spanking girls bottoms? What if he wanted to have anal sex? A million thoughts raced through my mind as he lowered his head and gazed at my naked thighs. I’d been a fool to agree to play David’s bloody game. But it was too late to turn back now. Finally ordering me to kneel before him, the man pulled his erect penis out and fully retracted his foreskin.

"Blowjob," he whispered as I knelt on the cupboard floor and looked up at him. Taking the shaft of his solid penis in my hand, I gazed at the swollen bulb of his purple knob. I couldn’t do it, I was sure as I focused on his sperm-slit. His cock twitching expectantly, the silky surface of his knob glistening in the light... Five thousand pounds. I couldn’t back out now. I had to suck him and swallow his sperm. Moving forward, my mouth open, I again hesitated. I’d sucked my boyfriend to orgasm and swallowed his sperm, but that had been different. I’d never met this man before. To take his cock into my mouth and drink his sperm...

"Come on," he whispered. "We haven’t got long." Finally taking his purple knob between my full lips, I ran the tip of my tongue over his slit. Savouring the salty taste, I decided that the crude act might not be so bad after all. He gasped and clung to tendrils of my long blonde hair as I snaked my tongue over the slit of his swollen globe. The act was clinical, cold and loveless, reminding me of sex with my boyfriend. He’d enjoyed sperming my mouth, but there was no love or feeling on his part. It had seemed that he’d simply wanted me for my mouth and my pussy. Realizing that I was feeling better about losing him, I moved my head back and forth, repeatedly taking the quivering man’s knob to the back of my throat.

Breathing in the aphrodisiacal scent of his pubes, sucking and tonguing his beautiful knob, I wanked his veined shaft. His cock was incredibly hard, his knob ballooning within my wet mouth as I wanked his shaft faster. I could feel my juices of arousal seeping between the petals of my inner lips as I licked and sucked on the trembling man’s purple crown. Realizing that I was desperate for him to come, thirsty for his sperm, I wanked his cock faster and sucked and mouthed his knob for all I was worth. His gasps grew louder, his knees trembling, sagging, and I knew that he was about to pump his salty sperm into my gobbling mouth. A sense of wickedness gripping me, I kneaded his full balls and sucked hard on his swollen glans as he gently rocked his hips and fucked my mouth in his male crudity.

Sperm suddenly gushing from his throbbing knob, flooding my mouth, bathing my tongue, I swallowed hard. Gobbling on his pulsating cock, sucking and tonguing his orgasming knob, drinking the creamy product of his orgasm, I wondered how many more men would mouth-fuck me that night. I also wondered what the girls would demand of me. They’d no doubt ask me to finger them, massage their clitorises to orgasm, lap up their flowing orgasmic fluid... The notion sending quivers through my young womb, I again imagined licking another girl’s pussy crack. What would it be like? Would I enjoy the illicit experience?

Wanking the man’s solid shaft, swallowing his jetting sperm, I had to admit that I was deriving immense sexual satisfaction from the crude act. David had been right, I couldn’t hide away in my flat dwelling on Roger. He’d gone, I reflected as sperm dribbled down my chin. Roger was history, and I had to move on. Cupping the man’s heavy balls in the palm of my hand, I wondered whether he’d screw me, slip his beautiful cock deep into my neglected cunt and fuck me senseless. I needed sex more than ever. Crude sex, hard sex, raw sex... The money coming to mind again, I knew I couldn’t waste too much time with one man. I had to move on, and quickly.

"Number one," he grinned as I slipped his deflating cock out of my mouth.
"And me," I smiled, rising to my feet and licking my sperm-glossed lips.
He took his scorecard and pen from his pocket. "Your name?" he asked.
"Kimberly. And you’re Brian, yes?"
"That’s me. Good luck."
"Thanks. And you."

As he left the room, I filled in my scorecard, again wondering what the hell I was doing playing David’s silly game. Kneeling in a cupboard and sucking a stranger’s cock to orgasm? Keeping score of my sexual encounters? I must have been mad. But I couldn’t deny that I was enjoying the evening. "Some people will do anything for money," I murmured, venturing across the room and inching the door open. The house was quiet apart from distant gasps of female orgasm. Someone was being fucked, I found myself thinking as I slipped down the hall in search of a second sexual encounter. Someone was being fucked and spunked. Did I want to be fucked?

Stealing into a room, I looked about me. There was a double bed, a dressing table and a wardrobe. Gingerly making my way across the room, I stood before the wardrobe and listened. Was someone hiding in there? I wondered, an eerie silence filling my ears. Sniffing the air, I hoped I’d not breathe in perfume. Aftershave, yes, but not Chanel Number Five. Cautiously opening the door, I looked at the row of suits. David probably owned enough clothes to last him a lifetime. Unlike me. Parting the suits, I peered into the semidarkness.
"God," I gasped as a face peered back at me.

"It’s a fair cop," a young man grinned. "I am your servant, madam. Your wish is my command."
"Er... I don’t ..." I stammered, wondering what the hell to say. "Lick me," I finally blurted out.
"But, of course," he replied softly, kneeling and lifting my short skirt.

I felt his hot breath between my thighs, his tongue running up and down the drenched valley of my vagina. It had been so long since I’d felt the sensation of a wet tongue exploring the secret divide between my love lips, licking my most intimate flesh. Parting my outer labia with his fingers, he pushed his tongue between the petals of my inner lips, licking the wet flesh surrounding the entrance to my yearning vagina. I could feel my juices of desire flowing from the hot opening of my sex sheath, trickling over the engorged lips of my pussy and running down my inner thighs. He lapped up my preorgasmic cream, fervently licking and sucking between my parted vaginal cushions as I clung to his head to steady my sagging body. The gentle slurping sound of his tongue working around my gaping sex hole mingling with my gasps of pleasure, I was desperate for him to pay attention to the swollen nub of my neglected clitoris. I was desperate for orgasm.

His fingers thrusting deep into the drenched sheath of my vagina, jolting my quivering body, I cried out in my sexual ecstasy. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed sex. The taste of sperm lingering on my lips, the feel of a man’s fingers slipping into the tight duct of my pussy, massaging my inner flesh, inducing my love-milk to flow... I was becoming alive with sex. And the thought of winning five thousand pounds for the pleasure was amazing. Thinking that I might attend another of David’s weird parties, I let out a whimper as the man kneeling before me sucked my ripe clitoris into his hot mouth and ran his tongue over the sensitive tip.

"God," I breathed, my head lolling forward, my long hair cascading over my sex-flushed face like a curtain of gold silk. My knees giving way, I gripped his head, grinding the wet inner flesh of my open cunt hard against his mouth as the birth of my orgasm stirred deep within my contracting womb. Desperate for the feel of his rock-hard cock thrusting in and out of my spasming pussy, I sang out in my sexual ecstasy as my orgasm exploded within the pulsating nubble of my erect clitoris. Again and again waves of pure sexual bliss crashed through my shaking body, reaching every nerve ending, tightening every muscle as my orgasmic juices gushed in torrents from my contracting vaginal sheath.

Never had I experienced an orgasm of such mind-blowing strength and duration. My pleasure peaking, rivers of sex-milk coursing down my inner thighs, I thought I was going to pass out. I could hear his thrusting fingers squelching my girl-juice, his mouth sucking and slurping at my pulsating clitoris. My breathing fast and shallow, his fingers leaving the drenched duct of my pussy as I finally crumpled to the floor, I lay trembling and gasping for breath. My body contorting like a snake in agony, my matted hair veiling my sex-flushed face, I thought I’d never recover. I could hear him chuckling, asking me whether I’d finished with his services. My body shaking violently as I writhed and squirmed on the floor, I couldn’t reply.

"I’m John," he said, taking his scorecard from his pocket. "And you are?"
"Kimberly," I finally managed to breathe, trying to drag my sated body up.
"That’s number three," he grinned, moving to the door. "See you later."

As he left, I climbed to my feet and scribbled his name on my scorecard. He was one point ahead of me, and I knew that I was going to have to get a move on if I was to stand a chance of winning the crazy game. Staggering to the door on my jelly-like legs, I peered into the hall. Noticing the girl with the salacious grin, I waited until she’d slipped into a room before stealing down the hall. The last thing I wanted was lesbian sex. I knew that I could handle one man after another, but not a girl. Climbing a narrow staircase, I followed a passageway to a small room. Sure that someone was in there, I listened before opening the door. There were movements followed by a little cough. It was a man, I was sure.

"Hi," I said, entering the room and looking about me. "I know you’re in here so you might as well..."
"How did you know?" a young man asked, emerging from behind the curtains.
"A sixth sense," I giggled.
"I wasn’t going to show myself until I was sure you were a female," he said.
"I know the feeling," I laughed. "I don’t want another female, and you don’t want a man."

He was about eighteen, and very good-looking. And I wanted him. I’d swallowed one man’s sperm and been licked to orgasm by another, and was more than ready for full-blown sex. My juices of lust streaming down my naked thighs, my vaginal muscles contracting, I eyed the single bed in the corner of the room. I was in charge, I mused, focusing on the bulging crotch of his tight jeans. I called the shots. My stomach somersaulting, I lifted my short skirt and displayed the swollen lips of my pussy, the wet crack of my sex-hungry cunt.

"Fuck me," I said in my heightening arousal, my deepening crudity Grinning, he kicked his shoes aside and tugged his jeans off. His penis catapulting to attention as he pulled his boxer shorts down, his heavy balls rolling, he was obviously as desperate as I was for sex. It was a shame that we had such little time, I mused, lying on the bed with my skirt up over my stomach and my thighs splayed. There again, I might get to know him, perhaps see him again. As he settled between my parted thighs with his rock-hard cock hovering above my gaping valley of desire, I closed my eyes and waited in anticipation for the inevitable penetration.

"Yes," I breathed as his purple bulb parted my inner lips, his massive shaft gliding deep into my aching cunt. Withdrawing, he thrust into me again, the bed rocking as he repeatedly drove the swollen plum of his beautiful penis deep into my drenched pussy. Grunting with every penile thrust, he fucked me really hard. I’d never known such great sex. My body rocking, my vaginal juices squelching, I dug my fingernails into the quilt and tossed my head from side to side as my pleasure heightened. Again and again he completely impaled my young body on his magnificent organ, his beautiful knob pummelling my cervix, his balls slapping the tensed orbs of my naked buttocks. My desperately-needed climax finally erupting, rocking my trembling body, I cried out as the man let out a long low moan and pumped his spunk deep into my hot cunt.

I could feel his sperm bubbling within my spasming vagina, spraying from my bloated sex hole and splattering my inner thighs as he fucked me senseless. He repeatedly thrust his massive organ deep into my tight cunt, his swollen knob spraying spunk over my ripe cervix, his draining balls battering the firm flesh of my rounded buttocks. I wanted him to go on and on, fuck my beautiful cunt and spunk me forever. My orgasm rocking my very soul, my eyes rolling, I drifted in clouds of pure sexual bliss as he filled the cavern of my burning pussy with his lubricating sperm. Squelching, heavy breathing, the slapping of naked flesh meeting naked flesh... The sounds of pure sexual bliss.

I had to see him again, I knew as he finally collapsed over my quivering body. My inflamed vaginal lips gripping the broad root of his sex-wet penis, his velveteen glans pressed hard against my well-spunked cervix, he gasped for breath in the aftermath of his coming as my orgasm finally receded. I had to see the young man again. Shut away in my flat, I’d not even masturbated, and I again realized how much I needed sex. My libido had waned over the months until I’d felt nothing, needed nothing. But I was living again. My juices of lust were flowing, my clitoris woken from its sleep, my body glowing in the aftermath of orgasm.
"You’re brilliant," he praised me, his cock slipping out of my sperm-brimming pussy as he clambered off my trembling body.

"You’re not so bad," I breathed, drifting down from my incredible orgasm. "In fact, you’re bloody amazing."
"What’s your score?" he asked, tugging his jeans on as I almost fell off the bed.
"You’re number three," I replied, pulling my skirt down and veiling my sperm-matted blonde pubes. "And you?"
"You’re the second."

Filling in our scorecards, we left the room and went our separate ways. Ships passing in the night? Lost souls fucking in the night. His name was Paul, and I decided to get in touch with him via David. Apart from the fact that he knew how to please a girl, I fancied him rotten. Creeping along the passageway, I again realized that David had been right. To hide in my flat, never going out or meeting people, was stupid. I’d moved on, at long last, and I was enjoying every minute of it. Having no time to waste, I slipped through a door in search of my next sexual conquest. Looking beneath the bed, checking the wardrobe, I was disappointed to find no one in hiding. Five thousand pounds was a lot of money, I mused. I had to win. As I was about to leave, the door opened and a middle-aged man walked into the room.

"Ah," he grinned, eyeing my naked thighs. "Caught you."
"You certainly have," I replied, wishing he was younger.
"I’d like you to bend over and touch your toes," he said unashamedly.
"Oh, er... Right," I murmured, taking my position.

Wasting no time, he lifted my skirt up over my back and yanked the firm orbs of my naked buttocks wide apart. No one had ever touched me there, and I jolted as he ran his finger up and down my anal crease. Teasing the brown ring of my bottom-hole, he knelt behind me and planted a wet kiss on each buttock. Realizing how inexperienced I was as he licked the brown tissue surrounding the entrance to my rectum, I wondered why my boyfriend had never paid any attention to my bottom. He’d selfishly taken his pleasure, used me to satisfy his male desires and neglected my feminine needs. He’d spunked my pussy, mouth-fucked me... And left me quivering and desperate for sexual gratification. But he’d gone now, and I’d moved on.

The man’s hot breath within my anal gully, he parted the moons of my buttocks further and pushed his tongue deep into my hot rectal canal. The sensation was heavenly as he licked the dank inner walls of my bum, teasing the secret nerve endings, tasting me there. Never had I known that such pleasure was derivable from crude sex, and I swore to widen my experience now that I was free and single. If I could get to know Paul, meet him again and make love and...

"God," I gasped as my captor drove a finger deep into my well-salivated anal duct. My entire body shook violently as he crudely pistoned my arse, plunging me to amazing depths of debased pleasure. I could hear his hand slapping the tensed globes of my buttocks, his finger squishing his saliva within my rectal cylinder. Forcing a second finger into my tightening hole of illicit pleasure, massaging deep within my spasming anal duct, he slapped my naked buttocks with his free hand. Again and again, he spanked the burning cheeks of my firm bottom, thrust his fingers in and out of my tightening arsehole. His fingers finally slipping out of my inflamed anus with a loud sucking sound, I wondered what he was going to do next.

"You’re a tight-arsed little whore," he chuckled, driving his solid knob past my anal sphincter muscles before I’d realized what was going on. His massive shaft entering me, painfully stretching the delicate walls of my contracting rectum, he impaled me completely on his huge organ. I could barely endure the painful stretching of my anal tract, the amazing filling sensation within my pelvic cavity as his penis expanded. His heavy balls pressing against the soft swell of my engorged vaginal lips, the brown tissue of my anus hugging the root of his rock-hard penis, he withdrew until only his penile bulb remained within the tight tube of my arse. Gripping my hips, he thrust into me, jolting my trembling body as his ballooning knob sank into the hot depths of my bowels.

Never had I known such lewd sensations, such immense pleasure. His lower belly repeatedly slapping my naked buttocks as he arse-fucked me, my clitoris swelling, my juices of lust spewing from my gaping vaginal entrance, I flopped back and forth like a rag doll in time with the barbaric anal fucking. Gasping, his penile shaft swelling to an incredible size, he drove into me harder and faster, and I knew that he was about to come. His sperm suddenly pumping deep into my hot bowels, lubricating the forbidden union, he fucked the burning sheath of my arse with a crude vengeance. Again and again he propelled his solid glans deep into the very core of my young body, his sperm gushing, filling me until the creamy liquid spewed from my inflamed anal ring and streamed down between the gaping lips of my cunt. My hands resting on the floor, I looked up between my legs at his swinging balls battering my sex-dripping vaginal lips, slapping my sperm-starched vulval flesh with every forceful thrust of his spunk-glistening penis.

"Dirty bitch," he breathed, finally slowing his fucking rhythm. I was a dirty bitch, I knew as he withdrew his spent cock from of my spunked anal duct, my brown ring closing as his deflating knob slipped out. I was nothing more than a prostitute, a common whore. Falling to the floor, I lay quivering uncontrollably as he pulled his trousers up and took his scorecard from his pocket. That was it, I thought, sperm oozing from the inflamed eye of my anus as he asked me my name. Arse-fucked, shagged and spunked... And I was nothing more than another point on his card. But this was a game, a contest, and I had to think of nothing other than the prize money. Moving to the door, his balls drained, he flashed me a wicked grin and told me his name. Aubrey. I didn’t like the name.

Dragging my sated body up, I staggered across the room and leaned against the wall. Spunk running in rivers down my inner thighs, I wondered how many more sexual encounters I’d need to win the crude game. How were the others doing? Was I ahead of them? My thighs sticky as sperm flooded from my sex holes, I finally made it to the door. I had to go on, I knew as I peered into the passageway. I had to stop worrying about how the others were doing and fuck and suck as many men as I could before the bell rang. Noticing the girl with the salacious grin creeping along the passageway, I closed the door and prayed that she wouldn’t discover me. Crouching behind the bed as the floorboards creaked outside the door, I waited with bated breath.

After several minutes, I was about to leave the room when the door opened. Holding my breath, I looked over the top of the bed to see a young man. He was about my age with longish black hair and a suntanned, rugged face. Wearing tight trousers and a crisp white shirt, he looked like he’d be a good conquest. There again, he’d found me so I was his conquest. Rising to my feet as he closed the door, I wasted no time and lifted my short skirt up to reveal my well-spunked pubic curls, the sex-drenched valley of my young pussy. Grinning as he gazed longingly at my femininity, he unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers down. No words passed between our lips as I lay on the bed and spread my limbs. We were there to fuck and...

"This room’s taken," I said as another young man entered.
"I know it is," he replied, closing and locking the door. "Taken by the three of us."
"Which hole do you want, Mick?" the first man asked.
"I’ll have her tight arse," he replied, slipping his jeans off.
"No..." I began, unable to believe what they were saying. "This isn’t...."
"We need as many points as we can get," the first man broke in. "You should think yourself lucky. You’ll score two points in one go."
"But..."

Both lifting me off the bed, they stood me between them and pushed the knobs of their erect penises between my thighs. I could feel their hard shafts between my legs, their hairy balls tickling my inner thighs. My dread had been meeting another girl, not having two men fuck me at once. As the first man managed to slip the huge shaft of his cock deep into my drenched pussy, the other man pressed his sex globe between my tensed buttocks. I’d been well lubricated with sperm and saliva, aiding the illicit penetration. But I didn’t want this. Two men fucking the tight holes between my legs? I couldn’t allow the crude violation of my young body.

"Please, no," I breathed as the man behind me managed to force his purple plum past my tight brown ring, the eye of his huge knob peering into the dank channel of my rectum. Ignoring my protests, he drove the entire length of his massive cock deep into my arse. Gasping as the men sandwiched me between them, their cocks bloating my lust holes, their full balls heaving between my quivering thighs, I knew that there was no escaping the crude double fucking. Withdrawing their penises, they thrust into my holes, my feet leaving the ground every time they propelled their solid knobs deep into my pelvic cavity. My body jolting, flopping like as rag doll as they double fucked me, I again thought about the prize money. No one would ever known what I’d done. The debauchery, the illicit double-fucking, the crude spunking... No one would learn of my dreadful secrets.

"Yes," the man behind me gasped, his sperm jetting deep into my hot bowels as the other man pumped his spunk into my contracting cunt. My own climax exploding within my pulsating clitoris, ripping throughout my trembling body, I listened to the beautiful sounds of crude sex. Squelching, gasping, grunting, flesh slapping flesh... Again and again they thrust their orgasming knobs deep into my well-spermed sex sheaths, draining their swinging balls, satisfying their base craving for crude sex. Supported between them, my body shaking violently as my orgasm peaked, I drifted in a dream-like state of sexual bliss. Never had I been with two men, let alone had one fuck my pussy and another screw the tight sheath of my bum. Never had I known of the debased pleasure derivable from my young body.

"Let’s get out of here," the man before me whispered, slipping the shaft of his spent cock out of my fiery pussy hole. The other man yanking his cock out of my arse and pulling his trousers up, I collapsed to the floor with spunk gushing from my inflamed holes, running in rivers between my twitching thighs. I finally managed to tell them my name and get theirs before they left me to recover from the crudest act imaginable. My mouth, my pussy, my bottom... I’d been well and truly fucked and spunked. The door closing, I hauled myself up and sat on the edge of the bed, gasping for breath as my body began to calm after the illicit abuse.

I couldn’t take any more crude sex, I knew as I finally stood on my sagging legs. My pussy burning, my anal hole on fire, I pulled my skirt down and did my best to compose myself. Six men, I reflected. Six points on my scorecard. But how were the others doing? There was no way I was going to win, I was sure as I regained my strength. They’d all be fucking, sucking and spunking like there was no tomorrow while I was done in my fucking. Staggering to the door, I decided to attempt to gain one more point. Maybe several more if I could fit in a few quick blowjobs. Creeping along the passageway, I opened a door and discovered another narrow staircase. Sure that I was going up to the attic as I climbed the steps, I didn’t think I’d find anyone in hiding. They’d all be in the bedrooms, searching wardrobes and cupboards. They’d be gaining point after point while I was wasting time.

Wandering through a small door at the top of the stairs, I found myself in the attic. It was a large room dimly illuminated by a small skylight set in the roof. I wasn’t going to gain any points, I knew as I looked about me. Old furniture draped in cobwebs, years of dust, the musk of time filling my nostrils... I was wasting precious time. Turning and walking to the door, I jumped as I heard movement behind me. Spinning round on my heels, I gazed in awe at a young girl. Wearing a thin summer dress, her long blonde hair cascading over her naked shoulders, she was incredibly pretty.

"You’ve found me," she grinned, walking towards me.
"Yes, yes I have," I murmured, mesmerised by her beauty.
"What would you like me to do?" she asked, licking her succulent lips.
"Er... Well..." I stammered, not sure what to say. "Actually, you found me. I was about to leave, and you found me."
"I believe you’re right," she smiled, unbuttoning my blouse.

Watching her open my blouse, revealing the silk cups of my straining bra, I dreaded to think what she was going to demand of me. Slipping my blouse off my shoulders, she turned me round and unhooked my bra. My firm breasts tumbling from the cups as she again stood before me, I stared into the sky-blue pools of her sparkling eyes. She was incredibly attractive, and very young. Her complexion was olive, her skin unblemished. She could have been no more than sixteen, I was sure as she leaned forward and sucked my erect nipple into her wet mouth. Biting the sensitive budlette of my milk teat, squeezing the firm mound of my breast, she slipped her free hand up my short skirt and stroked the swell of my wet outer lips. I’d not wanted to meet a girl, and yet... Quivering, I breathed in the aphrodisiacal fragrance of her perfume, wondering at my uncharacteristic feelings as I imagined kissing her pretty mouth, our tongues entwining in lesbian lust. As she suckled like a babe at my breasts, her fingers running up and down the dripping valley of my aching pussy, I was desperate to love her.

Her mouth leaving my erect nipple, she led me across the attic to a mattress. I was weak in my desire, I knew as she tugged my skirt down and lay me on the mattress. "You’re beautiful," she murmured, settling between my splayed thighs and kissing the sperm-matted curls of my pubic hair. We had very little time, I knew as I felt the wetness of her tongue run up and down the crack of my pussy. I wanted more time to spend with her, more time to share love with her. But no. I wasn’t a lesbian. My exposed clitoris swelling as she peeled open my swollen vaginal lips, I quivered in my soaring arousal. This was wrong, I knew. Another girl’s hot mouth locked to the yawning valley of my pussy, her wet tongue sweeping over the sensitive protrusion of my pulsating clitoris... This was so very wrong.

Running her tongue down my sex valley, across the small bridge of skin dividing my sex holes, she concentrated on the sensitive brown inlet to my rectum. I could feel her there, licking, teasing, tasting, wetting me with her saliva. As she slipped several fingers deep into the creamy sheath of my pussy, her long blonde hair caressing my inner thighs, she pushed her tongue deep into my anal duct and tasted my inner flesh. Writhing as my bottom-hole opened, allowing her better access to my inner core, I shuddered and whimpered in my new-found sexual ecstasy.

"I want you," I breathed. Lifting her head, her fingers leaving the sex-creamed sheath of my pussy, she slipped her dress off and clambered over my naked body. Her knees either side of my head, the gaping valley of her young vagina only inches from my mouth, she lowered her hips. Tasting her, lapping up her flowing juices of desire as she pressed her girl-wet crack over my mouth, I became dizzy in my thirst for lesbian sex. I couldn’t understand why I was desperate for her young body. What had happened to me, and why? I wasn’t a lesbian, was I?

Parting the swollen lips of her vagina as she buried her head between my thighs, I pushed my tongue deep into her drenched pussy. Reciprocating, she tongued my sex sheath, caressing the inner walls of my vaginal duct, sucking out the blend of sperm and girl-cum. Quivering, our naked bodies entwined in lust, we mouthed and sucked between each other legs, drinking from each other’s naked bodies. Her fingers slipping into the well-spermed sheath of my rectum, massaging my sensitive inner flesh, she sucked my swollen clitoris into her wet mouth. I followed suit, driving my finger deep into the hot sheath of her tight bottom and sucking her clitoris into my wet mouth.

We writhed in our lesbian coupling, slurping, sucking, licking, fingering. Never had I experienced lesbian sex. Never had I touched another girl’s naked body. But now I was hooked not only on the loving tenderness of lesbian sex, but the girl I was sharing my body with. Her beauty was incredible, the soft and gentle curves of her teenage body arousing beyond belief. Her long blonde hair tickling my stomach, my inner thighs, she worked on my clitoris with a passion I’d never known before. Kissing, fingering, licking, sucking... She was taking me to previously unknown heights of sexual euphoria.

I only hoped that I was bringing her immense pleasure as I pistoned the tight sheath of her rectum, sucked and licked her solid clitoris. She writhed, letting out little gasps of pleasure as we worked between each other’s swollen vaginal lips, fingered between each other’s naked buttocks. We were nearing our climaxes, I knew as she flooded my face with her juices of lesbian desire. My own juices spewing from my gaping pussy hole, my clitoris painfully swelling, I sucked hard on her pleasure spot as my pleasure finally exploded. Reaching her climax, she sang out in her lesbian coming. Our naked bodies perspiring, our glowing flesh glued together, we were locked in the most passionate sexual encounter imaginable. Drinking from each other’s vaginas, sucking out each other’s orgasms, we rolled onto our sides. Our naked bodies locked in love, entwined in lust, we drank and fingered, sucked and licked until our juices had drained and our orgasms began to recede.

"God," I breathed as my mouth left the oily lips of her pussy. "Never have I..."
"Don’t speak," she whispered, licking my sex valley, cleansing me there.
"I don’t know your name," I murmured as the final bell rang out. "I need your name for my scorecard."
"Angelina. My name’s Angelina."
"And I’m Kimberly."

Clambering to our feet as the bell sounded again, we hurriedly dressed. My mind riddled with confusion after my incredible lesbian coupling, I knew that I had to see the girl again. I had wanted to see Paul again, but... I didn’t know what I wanted as I brushed my hair away from my girl-wet face with my fingers and dashed to the door. I could taste Angelina’s juices of desire on my lips as I breathed in the aroma of her young pussy. She was beautiful in her femininity, angelic in her child-like innocence. And yet she exuded an air of sexuality I’d never known before. Telling her to hurry up as the bell rang for the third and probably last time, I opened the door and bounded down the narrow stairs.

Finally reaching the lounge, I scribbled my lesbian lover’s name on my scorecard. Wondering how I’d faired in the game, I watched the guests gathering. With only seven sexual encounters, I was pretty sure I’d not done at all well as David clapped his hands and asked for silence. Although I was certain I hadn’t won, I was five-hundred pounds better off. At least I’d be able to have my car repaired, I reflected. And at least I was now living. My eyes darting between David and the door, I prayed for Angelina to hurry up as David again clapped his hands and asked for quiet.

"OK," David said. "Hands up anyone who’s scored ten or over." We all looked around in anticipation, but no one raised a hand. "Eight or over," he said, the atmosphere tense as I scanned the guests. I was in with a chance, I knew as my heart raced. Five thousand pounds. So close and yet so far. "I must say that the scores are pretty low," David sighed. "Right, we should be getting close now. Anyone scored seven?" Trembling like a leaf, I looked about me. No one had raised a hand. I’d won. I couldn’t believe that I’d won. Five thousand pounds.

"Me," I finally breathed, thrusting my scorecard high into the air. "Bingo! I have seven."
"Well done, Kimberly," he smiled, walking towards me and taking my card.
"To confirm Kimberley’s score, shout out when I call your name. Brian."
"Yes."
"John."
"I can confirm our encounter."
"Paul."
"You bet."
"Aubrey."
"Confirmed."
"Mick."
"Sure thing."
"Jack."
"Yes."
"Angelina... Who’s Angelina?"

Muttering filling the room as David looked at me, I wondered what was wrong. Where was the girl? I was sure that she’d followed me downstairs when the bell had rung. Perhaps she was on her way. Yes, that was it. She was dressing, tidying herself before joining the other guests. She’d make her entrance any minute and confirm my winning score. The chattering growing louder as I scanned the sea of faces for the girl, I was becoming impatient. I was also becoming extremely annoyed. If she’d decided to go home before...

"Kimberly," David whispered, his dark eyes frowning as he stood before me. "There’s no one called Angelina."
"What?" I gasped. "But I..."
"There’s no one here of that name."
"That’s ridiculous," I returned, again scanning the room for the girl.
"I should know, I invited the guests."
"David, I had sex with her in the attic. What do you think I was doing, dreaming?"
"I’m sorry, but there’s no Angelina here."
"Cheat!" someone called out.
"I am not!" I returned angrily.
"OK, OK," David said, calming the crowd. "Let’s not get excited. It was just a mistake. Kimberly has six points. Has anyone else scored six?"
"I have," the girl with the salacious grin said, passing David her card.

Mooching across the room and standing in a corner, I couldn’t understand where Angelina had got to. David must have known her. I hadn’t been dreaming, for God’s sake. Perhaps he’d forgotten her. That was it. He’d invited her and... But where had she got to? As David announced that the grinning girl and I would split the prize money, I decided to leave. Slipping out of the room unnoticed, I walked across the hall to the front door. I was three thousand pounds better off, but annoyed to think that I’d been called a cheat.
"Are you going?" a soft female voice asked from behind me.

"Angelina!" I gasped, spinning round as the girl descended the stairs. "Where the hell have you been? I’ve been called a cheat and... I’ve won the game. But you must come and confirm my score."
"Kimberly," she sighed, taking my hand. "I need to talk to you."
"Confirm my score and then we’ll talk. I thought you were coming straight downstairs. Where the hell did you get to?"
"Are you all right?" David asked as he approached.
"Ah, David," I hissed. "You don’t know who your own bloody guests are. This, for your information, is Angelina. She will confirm..."
"Who?" he frowned, looking around the hall.
"I’m sorry," Angelina whispered, her beautiful form melting before my wide eyes. "We are from different worlds. I can’t confirm... I’m so sorry."