Path: not-for-mail
From: Robert Earl Wilson <vze47hv5@verizon.net>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.so
Subject: The Drity Movie by Karen Triolist
Message-ID: <sn4k12drvladibl5p0719j8ndm0dbhiomm@4ax.com>
X-Newsreader: Forte Agent 1.93/32.576 English (American)
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
Lines: 2036
Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2006 01:39:46 +0000
NNTP-Posting-Host: 151.196.6.212
X-Complaints-To: abuse@verizon.net
X-Trace: trnddc05 1142559586 151.196.6.212 (Thu, 16 Mar 2006 20:39:46 EST)
NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 16 Mar 2006 20:39:46 EST
===================
Ronnie and I lived in the apartment in Cloverdale for almost a
year before Mr. Pfar moved in. He used to work for a government
agency
in D. C. before he retired early at the age of 52 on one of those
"early
out" programs they offer from time to time to reduce the number of
high
paid government employees. He told Ronnie one time that, when they
offered him almost a years salary to retire early, he "took the money
and
ran."
Mr. Pfar is separated from his wife. I don't even know her
name.
He had two sons, Mike and Craig, and both of them lived in Fremont,
just
about three or four miles from Cloverdale. They would visit him on
the
weekends sometimes, and they would often take him out to ball games
and to
restaurants and movies. Mr. Pfar never dated that we knew of, he just
spent his time with his computer and sometimes you would see him
walking
in the neighborhood with his red and black flannel coat and his floppy
hat
that I used to call his Sherlock Holmes hat 'cause of the way the ear
flaps
tied up on top. He seemed like a nice enough guy. Harmless, I guess.
I
never spent much time talking to him. He always seemed to end up
talking
to Ronnie when we ran into him.
Last Sunday we ran into him on the walk path down by the
basketball
courts. We were coming back from getting some ice cream at the High's
store, and he was just out on one of his walks apparently. We stopped
and
talked for a few minutes about the weather and such. Then Mr. Pfar
asked
Ronnie something about "the tapes" and whether Ronnie got them back
all
right. Ronnie seemed flustered for a second, and told him that he had
and
that everything was all right. We said out good byes, and started
walking
back towards the apartment.
"What tapes was he talking about?" I asked Ronnie.
"Oh ... that was ... ah ... nothing. I loaned him a couple of
my
X-rated movies last weekend. His sons were over and they had nothing
much
to do, so he asked if they could borrow a couple. Guess they had kind
of
a stag party ... sitting around watching dirty movies. Kind of does
your
heart good to see a father and his sons have a common interest,
doesn't
it?" Ronnie teased.
"Oh sure ... " I laughed. "Some common interest ... a dirty
old
man and his dirty young sons all sitting around watching dirty little
movies together. And they say the American family is falling apart.
It's
traditional family values like that give me faith that the family will
always be the fabric that holds this great country together."
Ronnie laughed. "I'm glad you feel that way ... under the
circumstances ... "
I had to stop and think for a second. And that left an
awkward
pause in the flow of our conversation. Finally I said "... under what
circumstances?"
"Well ... ah ... nothing. I meant ... like ... ah ... under
the
circumstances that ... ah ... you know ... he's our neighbor ... and
all.
That's all ... I ... meant ... "
I wasn't sure what Ronnie meant. I had the distinct feeling
that
he was hiding something from me though. I didn't know what it was
then,
but I was sure he was up to something. We continued walking all the
way
back to the apartment without saying a word to each other. And that
long
silence spoke volumes to me. Ronnie was planning something. He
always
got quiet like that when he was thinking something through in his
mind. I
didn't know what he was planning, but I knew it involved Mr. Pfar
somehow,
and I had an uncomfortable suspicion that I wasn't going to like what
he
was planning.
Later that evening I was ironing some dresses for work when
Ronnie
came into the bedroom. He had been out in the living room pretending
to
listen to the stereo, but I know he was thinking about something else.
When he came into the bedroom, he looked agitated.
"Do you have to spend all your time cleaning and ironing?"
Ronnie
barked harshly. "You're always working ... and ... always dressed in
those damn dungarees and sweatshirt. You've been wearing that some
sweat-
shirt for three days now, God damn it!"
Ronnie's tirade caught me off guard. I stammered "I'm sorry
... I
... ah ... I'll clean up, and change ... I'm ... ah ... sorry, Ronnie
..."
I ran past him and out into the hallway. As I ran down the hall
towards
the bathroom it dawned on me that Ronnie's anger seemed a little
contrived.
It seemed almost like he wanted to pick a fight with me on purpose.
But I
didn't know why he would want to do that. And after all, he was
right. I
had been wearing that some sweatshirt for a couple of days. I hadn't
really cleaned up nice for him in a while. Maybe that's all he wanted
was
for me to take a shower and dress up a little for him. Maybe then he
would
be happy with me.
I showered extra long and washed my hair. I suspected that
Ronnie
might want me cleaned up so he could make love to me, so I shaved my
legs
and even spent some time outlining my pubic triangle so it would look
extra
good for him. I'm very hairy ... down there ... so I have to outline
it a
lot more than other girls do. I should probably have trimmed it down
a
little too, but I didn't. I smiled as I thought one of my wicked
little
thoughts. I don't trim myself 'cause Ronnie likes me to be " hairy"
down
there. It turns him on.
After showering, I went back to our bedroom to get dressed.
Ronnie
was still out in the living room ... I could hear the stereo. I
wanted to
dress especially nice for him. Something very sexy. Something to
make him
forget those damn dungarees and that awful sweatshirt. I looked
through
my closet for a while. I considered my black dress, but it was too
dressy
for what I had in mind. I settled on my pink chiffon dress. It used
to be
a dressing gown, but Ronnie and I decided it was too long so he cut it
with
shears one time and I hemmed it up with one of those hem-kits they
sell at
People's Drug Store. I guess we didn't do a very good job measuring
'cause
it came out too short to wear in public. I keep it around just to
wear for
Ronnie. Especially on occasions like this. Ronnie likes me to wear
pink,
so I selected my pink panties and bra. After putting on my undies, I
put
on the dress only to find that the bra was too tight and showed over
the
bodice of the dress. So I took off the bra and pulled the bodice of
the
dress up over my naked breasts. I felt so wicked not wearing a bra,
but
only Ronnie would see how my breasts jiggled under the thin fabric of
the
bodice of the dress, and, after all, I'm dressing to please him
anyway. I
looked at myself in the mirror over my dresser. Bending forward, the
top
of my dress drooped to expose more cleavage than I would show in my
most
daring bathing suit. I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror.
Ronnie
will definitely like this, I thought wantonly.
I was almost finished dressing when Ronnie walked into the
bedroom.
I stepped into my pink high heels and turned towards him to see what
he
would think.
"Now that's better ..." Ronnie said appreciatively. "That's
the
Karen I'm proud of."
I just smiled for him. I wanted Ronnie to be proud of me.
More
than anything else in the world, I wanted him to be proud of me. I
would
do anything to make him proud of me, and Ronnie knew it.
Ronnie patted my behind as he walked passed me and opened the
closet door. He got down on one knee and started to search through
the
X-rated tapes on the floor of the closet.
"Craig and Mike are coming over to see Mr. Pfar this evening,
and
he asked me if they could borrow another tape ... and I can't seem to
...
find ... Why don't you help me?"
I started to say I couldn't. I don't know anything about
Ronnie's
damn tapes. But I didn't want him to get mad at me again, so I
pretended
to help. I got down on my knees and started looking through the boxes
of
dirty movies ... pretending to look at the pictures on them and to
read the
descriptions on the back. The third or fourth one I picked up was a
new
one Ronnie had just gotten last weekend. Ronnie made me watch it with
him
the night he brought it home, and it must be a good one cause it made
him
real horny that night. In the movie, this guy and his girlfriend go
to a
diner party. After diner, they stay and talk and drink with the other
couples. After a while, some of the other women in the movie have to
go
to the liquor store to get something and the guy and girl who started
out
the movie end up in this living room with three other guys. The girl
keeps
drinking and the guys keep talking about her behind her back. Then
her
boyfriend starts talking with them, and he smiles and nods his head.
She
finally figures out that the other women aren't coming back. They
left her
with these guys so they could get her. And they end up getting her in
just
about every which way but loose. She takes them all one way or
another,
and is doing something with or to two or three of them at a time most
every
scene. As I looked down at the back of the box, the words "gang bang"
and
"double penetration" were in day glow colors and jumped up at me. I
must
have had that tape in my hand for a long time.
"Good choice," Ronnie said as he reached out and took that
tape
out of my trembling hand.
"I didn't ..." I started to say. I didn't choose that tape,
it
was just in my hand. I wanted to tell Ronnie that, but he didn't give
me
a chance to say anything. He got up quickly, the dirty little tape
clutched tight in his hand, and walked around me to get out of the
room.
I stood there stupidly mumbling ... "I didn't ..." as Ronnie walked
out of
the room and was halfway down the hallway to the living room before I
finished with "...choose that tape."
"I didn't ..." I said once more to an empty bedroom. I felt a
chill go down my spine, like there was a draft in the room or
something.
But there wasn't. I looked at myself in the mirror over our dresser.
My
dress was so short, I thought to myself, maybe that's why I felt a
chill.
Maybe.
I picked up my makeup bag, my best perfume, and my hairbrush
and
started back to the bathroom to finish getting myself ready for
Ronnie. I
wanted to look my best for him, to make him proud of me. As I walked
out
into the hallway, I could hear Ronnie on the phone in the kitchen. He
was
talking quietly, but I could hear him saying something about he needed
some
more time. He said "... half an hour, or an hour at the most ..." I
didn't want Ronnie to think I was listening to his conversation, so I
kept
right on walking back to the bathroom. But I wondered who he was
talking
to and what he had to get done so soon. Probably needed to call
somebody
back, I guessed. As I started brushing out my hair, I decided I
really
didn't care what it was the caller needed. After all, in a few
minutes I
would be all prettied up for my Ronnie, freshly bathed and perfumed
and
dressed for loving. I put on my makeup with special attention to what
it
is I know Ronnie likes. Just a little blue eyeshadow and pink lip
gloss.
Ronnie likes pink.
I was just finishing up the last touches of makeup when Ronnie
came
back down the hallway looking for me. I smiled sexily as I looked in
the
mirror and saw him walking up behind me with a drink in his hand. He
reached around me and gave me my favorite drink, a Southern Comfort
and
Ginger on the rocks.
"Thanks Ronnie ... " I said politely.
"You look great, Babe ..." Ronnie said. "Drink up ..."
I drank the first drink there in the bathroom with Ronnie
nibbling
at the back of my neck and kissing me in the ear. His arms reached
around
and hugged me just below my breasts. As soon as I finished the drink,
Ronnie grabbed it out of my hand and rushed back to the kitchen to get
me
another. I smiled. If he wants to get me drunk so he can take
advantage
of me, I'll cooperate with him I thought to myself. I want some
loving
tonight.
The second drink was stronger than the first. As I drank it,
Ronnie reached around me from behind again, except this time his hands
cupped my breasts through my dress. Eagerly he massaged me, pulling
me
back against him so that I could feel his muscular body pressing
against
me from my shoulders down to my ... my buttock. And as he continued
to
grope me, I became aware that he was ... getting hard. I felt his ...
hard penis as he rubbed it over my butt. Even through my old dress, I
felt it throb against me. It was almost as if it had a life of its
own,
and it was breathing hard ... no, gasping for breath as it pulsed like
a
beating heart. I suddenly was thirsty, thirsty for what Ronnie had in
his
pants, but I guzzled down the drink he had given me instead.
I tried to turn to kiss him, but he turned too, staying behind
me
and forcing me, as I turned to walk out the bathroom door and down the
hallway. The whole way, Ronnie clung to me, his arms around me, his
hands
feeling me up every step of the way down to the living room. Before I
knew what he was doing, he pushed me down of the brown sofa. I turned
around in time to see him shaking my empty glass at me. "You need one
more of these ... maybe two ... and I'll have you just where I want
you,
my dear ..." Ronnie said in his best pretend English accent. I
laughed.
Hopefully, I thought, I'll have you just where I want you, Ronnie, and
that's right between my legs.
Ronnie was back from the kitchen with another drink in no time
flat. "Drink up, my little one ..." he said sinisterly. I laughed
easily as I reached for my third drink. Obviously, I was already a
little
tipsy as I almost dropped the glass on the floor, but I recovered
without
Ronnie even noticing. I raised the drink to my lips as Ronnie knelt
down
on one knee and smiled wickedly.
"Mind if I taste your sweet nectar?" Ronnie asked politely.
I
giggled at him. He slipped his hands under the hem of my dress and
began
to lift in up. To make it easier for him, I leaned back on the sofa.
My
head was spinning as I started drinking again. I closed my eyes and
tasted
the cold hard liquor flow down my throat and felt Ronnie warm, gentle
hands
caress my thighs and slip up higher ... higher .. to my panties. And
I
just sighed satisfiedly as I felt him tug on them, pulling them down
to my
knees and then, easily, pulling them further down my legs to the
floor. I
took another long drink, and then let Ronnie spread my legs apart so
he
could ... he could ... kiss me down there. And then he "tasted" my
"sweet
nectar" just like he said he would, and I moaned in ecstasy. Ronnie
knows
just what to do. He knows my timing, how to get me going, how to get
me
right on the edge, and how to ... to ... to make me climax. I felt my
orgasm building up as he ... licked me ... down there. He stuck his
tongue
up inside me ... and ... then ... he nibbled on my ... my ... clit.
And
when he started nibbling I knew I would cum in his mouth, I just knew
it.
Like I always do when he starts that. And I rocked back and forth ...
back
and forth ... and just when I had almost reached my climax ... he ...
he
stopped. He pulled away. I ... I didn't make it. He got me right on
the
edge and ... then ... he stopped. He left me ... hanging. I was
breathing
hard. I was flustered. But most of all, I was confused. Ronnie had
never before stopped ... like that. He had never left me ...
unfinished.
And it was almost like he did it on purpose ... like he wanted to get
me
wound up ... and that he wanted to leave me ... hot ... and ... and
...
ready for ... it ...
Ronnie got up slowly, wiping my juices from his mouth with the
sleeve of his shirt. He smiled his wicked smile, and got up.
"Wanna watch that movie again?" Ronnie asked politely. I
pushed
my dress down over my thighs again, tried to sit up properly, and
smiled
back at him.
"Of course, Ronnie ... " I answered obediently. My head was
not
entirely clear. The liquor was racing through my veins, accelerated
by
my heart pumping double-time thanks to Ronnie's aborted ministrations.
Ronnie walked casually over to the VCR and pushed the button.
The
tape must have already have been in 'cause it started right away.
Ronnie
didn't have to adjust the tracking or anything, he just wandered over
to
the lightswitch, turned it off, and crossed in front of me on the way
to
the kitchen. He didn't say a word, but I knew he was fixing me
another
drink. As I tried to focus on the movie, I thought to myself how un-
necessary all this was. I was already drunk enough. And God knows I
was
hot enough. Ronnie was overdoing the preparations this time. I felt
like
saying "Forget the booze, let's go to bed ... I'm ready for it." But
of
course, a good girl doesn't say things like that, so I didn't. But I
was
ready for it. The hot shower, the powdering and perfuming, the skimpy
clothes I was wearing, the drinks, the fondling in the bathroom and,
of
course, the tongue action Ronnie had just expertly applied ... all
these
things added together had me ready for just about anything. And now
he
expects me to watch this dirty little movie with him? And he's
getting me
another drink? If he keeps this up, I'll be so "ready" I'll be able
to
take on every man in the whole damn apartment complex!
Slowly I became aware of the movie. The girl was sitting on
the
sofa and her boyfriend was just getting up. We must have left the
movie
at this point the last time we watched it. This is right after the
other
girls have left "to go to the liquor store." The three guy's have
been
eyeing this girl while she was sitting on the sofa next to her
boyfriend.
They were talking to her ... I forget the details ... something about
...
oh yeah, they were talking to her about her clothes. She was wearing
a
real short skirt, and they were trying to look up it. She kept
pulling it
down and ... one of the guys even asks her if she's wearing any
panties.
She's real embarrassed and doesn't even answer him. Of course, later
in the
movie it turns out the reason she was too embarrassed to answer him
was that
she wasn't.
Ronnie came back in with my drink and handed it to me. I sat
up
straight and started to drink it. Ronnie sat next to me and started
to
watch the movie. The girl's "boyfriend" was standing against the wall
with
a drink in his hand and was talking to one of the guys. Ronnie had
the
sound down low, but I remember from the time we watched it before
exactly
what was said. The guy who gave the dinner party asked the girl's
boy-
friend if he was "all right" with what was about to happen. They both
look over to the girl on the sofa. She's nervously tugging down her
skirt
while one of the other guys sits down next to her. Another guy is
kneeling
on one knee on the floor in front of her. He reaches up and gently
lays
his hand on her bare knee. And the last guy is standing behind the
sofa,
looking down at the girl, trying to peek down the front of her blouse.
He
reaches out for her neck and gently starts to massage her tight
muscles.
The poor girl looks desperately up at her boyfriend with the words
"please
help me" seemingly flashing out of her scared little eyes. Just then,
the
camera shifts focus back to the boyfriend. He seems to hesitate.
They
other guy asks him again if he's "all right with it." He breathes
deeply.
Then he looks down. He nods his head and says "Sure. That's why I
brought
her over here wasn't it?" He raises his head up and, without even
looking
back at his girlfriend, he says "You guys can do anything you want to
her.
But I get to watch." Then he looks over at his girlfriend. The three
guys with her are getting bolder. The guy on the sofa with her is
leaning
in close to her and whispers "You got big titties for such a little
lady.
What are they ... 36DD ?" She blushes. The guy behind her is still
massaging her neck, but now his hands are starting to work their way
over
her shoulders, his finger kneading her soft flesh just inches below
her
collar bone. And the guy on the floor, well he's trying to look up
her
skirt. She let go of the hem of her skirt to use her hand to push
away
the guy sitting next to her on the sofa and when she did, the guy on
the
floor leaned in closer to her knees so he could look straight up her
dress. Then he turns to look back over his shoulder at her boyfriend.
They're all waiting for him to decide. He smiles at his girlfriend.
She
smiles, nervously. And then he looks at the guy kneeling on the
floor, and
he nods. And ...
I leaned back and closed my eyes. I didn't have to see what
was
going to happen next. How stupid can this girl be, I thought to
myself,
getting herself into that kind of situation. Like, she couldn't see
it
coming, right? Even if she didn't know before she went over there
that
her boyfriend was planning to set her up with these guys, she had to
have
figured it out earlier when all the guys were looking her over,
checking
her out, and talking about her to each other. Girls know when guys
are
talking about them behind their backs. And it was obvious, for God's
sake.
And when the other girls had to "go to the liquor store" why didn't
she
join them? Why did she stay when she knew she would be the only girl
in
the house? And she had to know that they weren't coming back. It was
so
obvious. I knew it just from the way the women were talking to their
men
and looking at her. I knew they were in on it. They were letting
their
men have a good time with the dumb little bunny, and she was the only
one
in the room who didn't get it. How stupid can a girl get?
I opened my eyes just a little to peek at the screen. Yeah,
all
three of them are pawing at her now and she's still trying to push
them
away. Like one girl has a chance against three guys who want it.
Ronnie
was wrapped up in the movie, I noticed. He was staring like he was
almost
hypnotized. But I couldn't watch anymore. I closed my eyes again,
and
was almost ready to drift off to sleep when the phone rang.
Ronnie jumped up and ran to the kitchen to answer it. I
couldn't
hear him talking to whoever it was. He only talked to them for a
couple
seconds, it seemed like, and he was back in the living room turning
off the
VCR and taking the tape out. I sat up. Maybe now Ronnie will finish
what
he started, I thought hopefully. I was still hot for it and I
wouldn't be
able to think of anything else until Ronnie made me cum. Slowly I ran
my
fingers through my hair and licked my lips. Maybe I could entice
Ronnie
back to the task at hand. Maybe he would even make love to me ......
"Mr. Pfar called and invited us over for a few drinks,"
Ronnie
said matter-of-factly. My heart sank. Not now, I thought. I need
you
to finish what you started. But I didn't say a word. I bit my lip.
"We should get together with our neighbors more often. Living
in
these apartments without ever getting together with the folks who live
in
the next unit is unhealthy. We have to make the effort to be more
friendly
with 'em," Ronnie analyzed.
I was totally off guard. If there was one thing I didn't
expect to
do today it was go visit the neighbors. I thought Ronnie wanted to
play,
but now he wants to be the perfect neighbor. Oh well, I thought,
maybe he
will want to make love to me when we get back.
I stood up. I guess I had too much too drink 'cause I wobbled
a
little.
"OK.," I said politely. "Just let me change and we'll go ...
"
"No time to change," Ronnie said firmly. "Mike and Craig are
already there. Let's just go ..."
"But ... but ... " I tried to say. "... this dress is ... I'm
wearing ..." But Ronnie didn't let me say anything. He grabbed my
hand
and the next thing I knew we were walking out the door and across the
building hallway to Mr. Pfar's apartment. I stumbled a couple of
times as
Ronnie pulled me along. I guess I was having trouble 'cause of my
high
heels ... and how much I'd had to drink. Suddenly we were standing
there
on the welcome mat in front of his apartment. I let go of Ronnie's
hand
and brushed my hair back out of my eyes, straightened the bodice of my
dress, and pulled down the skirt as far as I could down my thighs.
This
dress is too short to wear in public, I thought again. And that's
when I
remembered what Ronnie had done to me in the living room of our
apartment.
He had taken off my ...
Ronnie rang the doorbell before I could say anything. Oh God,
I
thought to myself, I'm not wearing any panties!
"Ronnie!" I whispered loudly. "You forgot ... "
Mr. Pfar opened the door.
"No, I didn't forget the tape, Karen ..." Ronnie said. "I've
got
it right here ..." as he raised his hand with the tape in it.
Mr. Pfar greeted us graciously. He was obviously glad we had
come
over. Ronnie put his left hand firmly against my back and pushed me
in in
front of him. I walked carefully. I was afraid of tripping and
falling
'cause of my heels. Ronnie must have forgotten he took my panties
off, I
concluded. It really doesn't matter, I convinced myself. My dress
isn't
that short. I'll just have to be careful when I sit down, that's all.
Before I knew it, Mr. Pfar was introducing me to his sons. Of
course, I had seen them in the hallways and in the parking lot a
couple
times over the last year and I really knew who they were, but we had
never
been formally introduced. Mike was about my height with brown hair
and
a scrawny little beard. Craig was a lot bigger than his brother, and
his
hair was darker. I remember thinking right away that, if I didn't
know
better, I would not have figured them even to be brothers. Mike
looked a
little like his father, but Craig didn't favor him at all.
"And this sweet little thing is Ronnie's girlfriend, Karen
..."
Mr. Pfar was saying as I stood awkwardly before them. I smiled a
little
and raised my right hand formally to shake Mike's outstretched hand.
He
held my hand gently and grinned back like a nervous teenager. Mike
let my
hand slip out of his as Ronnie turned me a little towards Craig and I
lifted my hand up again. Craig grabbed my hand firmly and squeezed it
too
hard, I thought, but I didn't react. I smiled again and nodded to him
as
if I had never noticed him around the apartment building before.
"Glad to finally meet ya ... " Craig said. "Ronnie's told us
all
about you ..."
Mike giggled. I'm not sure why he thought what Craig said was
funny, but he did. And then he seemed embarrassed that he had
laughed, so
he turned and walked a few feet away.
Craig smiled broadly. "... all about you ..." he repeated.
Mr. Pfar stepped up on the other side of the bar, and started
lining up shot glasses. Then he started pouring the Tequila.
"Ronnie says you like to drink Tequila shots," he was saying
as
he poured.
"Well, sometimes ..." I said slowly. As I said it, I realized
I
was already more than a little drunk on the Southern Comfort Ronnie
made
me drink back at our apartment. " ... but I can't ..."
"Karen can drink more Tequila than any guy I know ..." Ronnie
bragged. "I've seen her drink a man twice her size under the table
..."
"Oh, yeah," Craig challenged. "No girl drinks Tequila shots.
That's a man's drink."
"Well, Karen drinks 'em," Ronnie boasted. "And she wasn't a
'man' the last time I checked..."
Mike giggled again. I wish he'd stop doing that, I thought
hazily.
Ronnie had stepped up to the bar and had ushered me up to it too. I
was
too drunk to drink Tequila shots. No doubt about it. But I was also
too
drunk to argue with Ronnie when he was bragging on me. I should have
said
no. I should have. But I didn't. Ronnie scooped up a shot Mr. Pfar
had
just poured and handed it to me. Craig and Mike picked up theirs and
Mr.
Pfar and Ronnie picked up the last two.
"I'd like to propose as toast ... " Mr. Pfar said. We all
held
our drinks up and waited. "To our neighbors, Ronnie and Karen ... may
this evening be the first of many evenings we share together ... share
our
humble home ... share our time together ... and share our ...
friendship."
I was moved by Mr. Pfar's eloquence and obvious sincerity. I smiled
at
him, and raised my glass to his. One by one, Ronnie and the boys
raised
their shot glasses and touched mine gently, symbolizing the new
friendship
we all would share.
"To friends..." Mike echoed.
"... and to Tequila..." Ronnie joked. We all laughed easily.
"... and to girls who drink it ..." Craig added as I tossed it
down
in one swallow. I smiled. Then I struggled not to gag. It was good
Tequila. Real good. And Mr. Pfar was already pouring the next round
as
I set down my shot glass. I looked over his shoulder at the large
mirror
on the wall behind him and saw, for the first time, how I looked in my
pink chiffon dress. To say the least, I was surprised. Without a
bra, my
breasts were not constrained, not held back. They looked ... bigger.
And
the bodice was down lower than I remembered from the last time I had
worn
this dress. And more ... more ... cleavage ... showed. I looked away
and
raised my hands up to my face, trying inconspicuously to cover breasts
a
little. Craig and Mike seemed to be watching my every move. It was
like
they knew what I was doing. I turned shyly away from them and lifted
the
straps on my dress, trying desperately to raise the bodice up a
little. I
don't know if it helped ... maybe a little. Ronnie tapped my elbow.
As I
turned back towards him and the bar, Ronnie handed me another shot.
There
was no way I could ... say no ...
"My turn," Ronnie said. He raised his glass, and we all
waited
for him. "To ... the greatest little girl in the world ... my little
...
Karen. I ... I ... I love you ..."
"Ahhhhhhhh..." the boys teased.
"I love you too ..." I whispered to Ronnie. Ronnie reached
his
free arm around my waist and hugged me as we all tossed down our
second
round of Tequilas.
I don't remember too much of the next few rounds of drinks at
the
bar. I remember Mike proposed a toast to his father. He thanked him
for
"everything you've ever given us ... especially what you've got for us
tonight ..." I didn't quite understand that last part, but chalked it
up
to how much I'd had to drink. And then Craig proposed a toast. A
strange
sounding toast. He said he was toasting "luck." And he hoped that we
would all get "luck" or "lucky" or something. By that time I was
really
getting drunk and having trouble standing up. Ronnie tried to walk me
over
to the sofa, but I had some trouble with my high heels so he had to
almost
carry me. I remember sitting down in the middle of this big sofa.
And I
remember leaning back, and taking a couple of deep breaths to help me
feel
better.
As my head started to clear again, I opened my eyes and saw
Ronnie
was on his knees over by the television set. I could see around him
just
enough to see that he had put on that x-rated tape. And as Ronnie
stood
up, I saw the girl on the tape was sitting on a sofa ... all by
herself...
just like me, I thought. She's drunk ... just like me. But she's
stupid,
I said to myself. Stupid. I closed my eyes, but when I did, I could
see
scenes from that movie in my head. That stupid broad, I thought
again, was
so dumb she let her boyfriend trick her into going over to somebody
else's
place in that skimpy little dress ... without her panties. How stupid
can
a girl get ... she ... she ... I ...oh, God ... I just remembered. I
...
don't have anything on under this chiffon dress ... my ... bra ... is
back
in my bedroom and ... Ronnie ... took off my panties. He forgot. He
...
he ... forgot my panties ....
Suddenly I became aware of Mike and Craig. They had drinks in
their hands and were moving over towards the sofa. I looked for
Ronnie.
He was over by the bar talking to Mr. Pfar. Craig sat down heavily on
the
sofa next to me ... and Mike sat on the coffee table right in front of
me.
I sat up straighter, pulling the hem of my dress down as far as it
would
go, but even that was less than half-way down my thighs. So I pushed
my
knees together, just in case, and folded my hands in my lap so I could
press my dress down in the middle between my legs.
"Ya seen this movie before ..." Craig was saying to me.
I hesitated. Then I realized that I was probably
over-reacting
and that Craig was just trying to make innocent conversation. I
shouldn't
have had so much to drink, I thought to myself. The Southern Comfort.
The
Tequila. And Ronnie had .... played with me ... and left me ... left
me
hanging. No wonder all I can think about is ... sex ...
"Yes," I said shyly. "Ronnie and I watched it ..."
"Is it OK?" Mike asked.
"Well, it's ... ah ... OK ... I guess ... if you like that
kind of
stuff ..." I answered.
"So you must have liked it, huh?" Craig pressed.
I didn't answer him. I looked over towards the bar just as
Mr.
Pfar and Ronnie were walking over. They were talking about the movie,
and
watching it as they walked.
"She's not wearing any panties ..." Ronnie was telling Mr.
Pfar.
"No kidding!" Mr. Pfar exclaimed. His eyes were glued to the
television screen.
"Karen's not wearing any panties?" Craig asked.
I blushed beet red.
"Not Karen ... the actress in the movie, you dolt!" Mr. Pfar
said.
Craig and Mike smiled. They looked up at Ronnie, and Ronnie
looked
back at them and winked. At least, I think I saw him wink. Why would
he?
Mr. Pfar and Ronnie were watching the movie and were real
close to
the television set. I could barely see the screen between them.
Craig
and Mike were watching the movie some, but they kept turning to look
at me
on the sofa. I pretended not to notice. I leaned forward and to the
left
so I could see the movie around Ronnie, and pretended to be engrossed
in
it. The part was just starting were the guys were talking to the girl
about her clothes, her bra and stuff. Pretty soon they were going to
ask
her about her panties and she was going to admit that she wasn't
wearing
any. Again I thought about how thoughtless it was of Ronnie to forget
that he had taken my panties off in our apartment. He had a lot less
to
drink than I had, so it was his responsibility to keep a clear head
and
remember things like that. It's not my fault, I thought to myself ...
not
my fault that I don't have any panties on. Out of the corner of my
eye I
could see Mike looking at me ... looking at my legs ... trying to look
up
my skirt. I continued to stare at the television screen, leaning even
further forward to prove how interested I was in the movie. Without
being
obvious about it, I tugged at my dress on the right side, pulling it
down
over my thigh as far as it would go. Damn that dress was short, I
thought
again. Damn it ....
"...it's ... white ... " the girl in the movie was saying
after one
of the guys asked her for the third time what color her bra was. She
was
embarrassed and hanging her head in shame. The guys kept asking her
more
questions about her body and her clothes. The audio wasn't too good
on the
tape ... and some of it you couldn't hear too good. I remember from
when
Ronnie and I watched it before that one of the guys asked her if her
bra
was "comfortable." She stammered for a while and finally said
something
like " ... it's ... it's a little too small ... I mean ... too tight
..."
and the guys laughed at her. The guy with the beard then said
something
about her being "... a big girl ..." and then he asked her how "big"
she
was. She never really answered him directly. All she said was her
bra
was too small. So the guys kinda pushed her forward ... made her lean
down ... and she struggled with them ... but it didn't do any good.
In a
second the movie would get to the part where they unzip her dress in
the
back so they can " ...read the tag ... see what size bra you're
wearing."
Mr. Pfar turned to say something to Ronnie and when he did he
leaned to his right and came between me and the television. I
couldn't
see it all, so I leaned back a little. When I looked away from the
movie,
I came into eye contact with Craig. I guess I was embarrassed because
I
caught him looking at me, and that's probably why I looked away first.
"Damn, look at this..." one of the guys on the tape was
saying. I
remember that scene. After they pushed the girl forward and unzipped
the
back of her dress, on of the guys pulled on the back of her bra to
pull it
away from her bare back. I remember her whimpering when he pulled it
harder
than he had to to turn it over. Then I remember the camera zooming in
on
the tag inside the back of her bra. The camera had to refocus before
you
could read it. It said "36DD."
Ronnie was saying something to Mr. Pfar now and they still
were
leaning close together and blocking my view. Craig and Mike were
mostly
watching me. I pretended not to notice them looking at me, but it was
hard
to do now that I couldn't pretend to be watching the movie so I
started to
drink my Tequila a little faster than I would have just to have
something
to do with my hands. I even held the glass up when it was nearly
empty and
pretended to look at the bottom of the glass absentmindedly.
"I"ll get you another..." Mike said without asking. He walked
back
towards the bar. As he passed Craig, Craig whispered something to
him. I
pretended not to hear him, but I heard him. I heard him clearly. He
said
"Let's speed things up. Make her a Zombie..."
"She's already pretty drunk..." Mike whispered.
"Not drunk enough..." Craig answered.
"O.K. ... O.K. ... " Mike whispered back. "I just hope she
doesn't
get too damn drunk ..."
Just as they finished talking and Mike turned to the bar,
Ronnie
and Mr. Pfar stepped away from in front of me. Good, I thought to
myself,
I can watch the movie again. Mr. Pfar and Ronnie walked across the
room
to continue their conversation, and I leaned forward to watch and hear
the
movie a little better. The girl had leaned back on the sofa, but the
top
of her dress hung loose because they hadn't zipped her up in the back.
The guys were still talking to her about her bra. She was obviously
too
embarrassed to answer them back. One of the guys had asked her why
she
"bothered" to wear a bra. When she didn't answer him, he asked her
again.
She looked up slowly. Her boyfriend was staring at her.
"Answer him." He said sternly.
"Ah ... I ... ah ... " she started slowly. Then she took a
deep
breath, and continued " ... I ... need support ... to hold up my ...
ah
... to hold me up ..."
"You mean you tits are gonna hang down if you don't wear one?"
One of the guess asked bluntly.
She breathed deep again. "Yes ... a little. They would hang
down
a little ..."
The guys were laughing. And pointing at her breasts as they
whispered to each other. She hung her head in shame. She started to
cry,
and the camera zoomed in on her face. The tears were making her
makeup
run down her cheeks.
"Your big, all right ..." her boyfriend was saying, "... but
your
tits are pretty damn firm. You don't really need to wear a bra ... do
you?"
The guys were whispering to him, egging him on.
"Yes I do..." she said softly without looking up.
"Make her take it off ..." one of the guys said to her
boyfriend.
"Yeah ... make her take it off ..." another one said.
She sniffled. She raised one of her hands to her face to wipe
away
her tears and smeared her makeup under her eyes.
"You're a mess ..." her boyfriend consoled. He handed her a
clean
handkerchief. As she dabbed at her face, he said "... why don't you
go
freshen your makeup. The bathroom is at the end of the hallway ..."
As she stood up, her open dress flapped behind her.
"Can I ... you know ... " she asked her boyfriend as she
pointed
over her shoulder to her open dress.
"Sure ... sure you can ..." he said softly to her as she began
to
walk past him.
"Make her take her bra off, Dude ..." one of the guys
whispered.
"Oh yeah, and ... take off your bra while you're back
there..."
She had her back to all them. She stopped walking. You could
tell
she was thinking. Thinking about the alternatives. She had none.
"All right ..." she said, and she started to walk back towards
the
bathroom again. As soon as she was out of the room, the guys started
to
give each other high fives and laughing out loud.
I was so engrossed the movie, I hadn't even noticed Mike when
he
returned from the bar. He was standing beside me with a drink in each
hand, one for each of us. His was another shot of Tequila. Mine was
a
larger glass. He handed it to me without explanation, and I took it
without any question. Rather than get into a discussion about it, I
just
pretended to be too drunk to notice. I kept my attention focused on
the
movie as I started nursing it. God, it was strong.
I continued to watch the movie. The girl was just coming back
from
the bathroom. You could tell she had zipped up her dress in the back.
It
was no longer hanging loose. You could also tell she had taken off
her
bra. Her large breasts jiggled as she walked towards the sofa. And
the
guys were all watching her with obvious lust. They smiled and one of
the
guys was slobbering saliva out the corner of his mouth. Mike was
watching
the movie intently now, but Craig had lost interest. He was watching
me
drink my Zombie. He was staring at me, and that made me nervous. The
more
her stared, the more I drank. And the more I drank, the more he
stared.
It was a vicious circle. And I was getting very drunk very quickly.
Before
I knew it, my glass was almost empty. My head was spinning. I closed
my
eyes for just a second, and I felt the room start to spin. Oh my God,
I
thought, I'm going to embarrass Ronnie 'cause I'm so drunk. I'm going
to
say or do something wrong, I just know it. I let myself get too
drunk, and
I'm going to loose it. I opened my eyes and tried to concentrate on
the
movie, tried to regain control. And that's when things started to
happen.
First Mr. Pfar walked over to the television set and turned
the
sound off. I was watching the screen. Somehow the action in the
movie
had progressed to the part where the girl was nude and the guys were
playing with her body, feeling her up, fondling her, and stuff like
that.
She had stopped trying to fight them off. She had given up. I must
have
nodded off for a second or something 'cause I missed a lot of the
action,
parts I know from watching the movie before. I was confused. And I
was
wondering why Mr. Pfar had turned off the sound until he started
talking.
"Ronnie says you're a pretty special young lady, Karen ...
Says
you're perfect in every way ..."
I smiled. That's my Ronnie, I thought. Bragging on me again.
"For instance, Ronnie here says you're built even better than
the
actress in this here movie ..." Mr. Pfar continued.
Foolishly, I smiled again. I was looking at the girl on the
screen. At that moment, she was leaning back in the sofa, had a guy
sucking on each of her breasts and one on his knees between her legs.
He
was performing oral sex upon her and ... and ... she was spreading her
legs further apart to ... to ... make it easier for him to ... get his
tongue deeper into her.
I shook my head to try to clear my thinking. Mr. Pfar was
talking
to me, I remembered, and I should answer him. I've got to ignore the
movie and ... concentrate. I can't let him see how drunk I am ...
"She's ... prettier ..." was all I could think of to say.
"No she's not ..." Mike said with surprising conviction.
Usually
Mike the quiet one, not given to strong opinions. His assertiveness
surprised me and, I think, surprised even himself.
"You're twice as cute as she is ..." Mike continued
dogmatically.
"And ... " Craig interrupted, " ... you got a better body than
she's got ..."
I didn't say anything to that last part. Craig's reference to
my
"body" caught me by surprise and embarrassed me. Instinctively, I
looked
down into my hands and, seeing what was left of my drink, nervously
raised
it up and drank it down. I had thought the glass was nearly empty,
but I
was wrong. I finished it off, but it took two long swallows to get it
all
down. As I lowered the glass, all I could think of was how strong
that
drink was. I tried hard not to gag, but I coughed a little.
"No I don't..." I offered shyly.
Mr. Pfar looked over at Ronnie who was still standing over by
the
bookcase on the other side of the room.
"Yes you do..." Ronnie contradicted me. "You remember what
happened in the movie when she went back to the bathroom and took off
her
bra under her dress and came back out?"
I remembered.
"Her tits dropped down a foot." Craig remembered out loud for
all
of us. "That girl can't wear a dress without a bra on under it 'cause
she
ain't firm enough ..."
"A girl's gotta have good firm breasts to be able to wear a
dress
without no bra ..." Mike contributed to the conversation.
My head was spinning so bad I was having trouble following the
conversation. But even as drunk as I was, I knew what they were
driving
at. I couldn't say anything and, as a result, there was an awkward
pause
in the conversation. Finally, Ronnie picked it up again.
"So that's why I told Mr. Pfar you had a better body than that
girl in the movie. You understand, Karen?"
"Yes ..." was all I could say.
"So you agree you got a better body than she's got ..." Craig
pressed.
"Ah ... yes ... I guess I do ... " I said meekly.
"Because your breasts is so firm you don't even have to wear a
bra, do you?" Craig argued.
"Ah ... I ... usually I wear a ... ah ... a brassiere." I
tried to
explain. " But ... ah ... sometimes ... I can't ..."
"Like ... now?" Mike asked.
I looked at him through alcohol-dimmed eyes. I could hardly
even
make out the expression on his face. He looked ... I don't know ...
he
looked ... anxious. I turned towards Ronnie. When he smiled gently,
I
knew everything was still alright. Everything was under control.
"Yes ... like ... now." I answered carefully. "This dress is
...
ah ... the way it's cut ... ah ... you can't wear a regular brassiere
with
it ... or the straps will show. So I ... ah ... I didn't wear one
today."
"Well I would say you don't really need to wear one, Karen,"
Mr.
Pfar said politely. "You have a lovely figure."
"The old man means ya got big tits ..." Craig interpreted
crudely,
"... but they's full and firm ..."
"Ya don't call 'em tits," Mr. Pfar corrected his son. " Ya
call
'em breasts."
"Shit, Pop, when they get to be that big ya call 'em gazombas
..."
Craig shot back.
I listened this banter between them without much overt
reaction,
but inside I was getting upset. I closed my eyes to concentrate on my
own
thoughts. What were they arguing about? And why were they talking
about
me ... and my ... breasts ... so openly? What was happening here?
And why
wasn't Ronnie interrupting them? Why weren't we rushing out of this
place
and running across the hall to our apartment? Why ... why ... were my
nipples getting hard?
I felt hands on my neck and shoulders, strong hands kneading
the
tight muscles. I knew those hands. Ronnie was massaging my neck.
Slowly
I opened my eyes and looked up into the smiling face of the only man
in the
world that I loved. Gently he massaged me. And I melted at his
touch.
His gently reassuring smile massaged my frightened soul. I closed my
eyes
again. As my head swam in a sea of alcohol, a dense fog was settling
in
over those portions of my brain that were in control of my actions. I
was
going to have to rely on Ronnie to keep track of things, I remember
thinking to myself. I just hope I don't do something silly to
embarrass
him. I love Ronnie so much, I would do anything for him. Anything he
asked.
"Make her ... show us her tits," Craig said cruelly.
Mike raised his hand to his mouth, too late to cover his
sophomoric
little giggle.
"Don't ..." I heard myself say. My eyes closed all by
themselves.
I tried to open them, but they wouldn't open.
Ronnie was still massaging my neck.
"Don't ... what?" Ronnie said.
Mike giggled again.
Craig had walked around behind the sofa and was standing next
to
Ronnie who was still massaging my shoulders. I knew right away he was
standing back there so he could look down the front of my dress. And
there
was nothing I could really do about it. Mike sat down of the
tea-table
in front of me. I tugged down my skirt. I remember thinking that I
was
too damn drunk and that skirt was too damn short. And it was getting
to be
awfully God-damned hot in that apartment.
"Don't what, Babe?" Ronnie was saying again. Only this time
he
was standing with Mr. Pfar over by the stereo across the room. I was
startled because I thought he was still standing behind me massaging
my
neck and shoulders. I looked up and saw it was Craig who was now
standing
behind me massaging the muscles at the base of my neck firmly. I
hadn't
even noticed when they switched. Craig's hands were bigger than
Ronnie's.
And stronger. And he was grabbing a whole handful of my flesh in each
of
his big, strong hands as he squeezed harder than he had too. He was
doing
it on purpose, I realized immediately. By squeezing hard, he was
showing
me how strong he was ... compared to me.
"Don't ... make ... me ... " I said slowly and deliberately.
Mr. Pfar cleared his throat very loudly. He shook his head
"no"
and immediately Craig loosened his grip on my shoulders. His hands
were
still on me, but he wasn't massaging me hard like he was before. I
was
relieved that Mr. Pfar made him stop it. I looked up at Mr. Pfar and
nodded to him. It was my way of thanking him for what he had done.
He
smiled back at me. Then, while he was still looking me in the eye and
smiling, he said something so terrible that the words smacked me in
the
face and knocked me back against the sofa cushions ....
"I think she's ready ... Ronnie ... " he said without even
turning
to Ronnie.
"Ready to show us her tits?" Craig asked crudely.
"Yes ..." Mr. Pfar answered.
I closed my eyes again. I guess I was waiting for Ronnie to
say
something. Finally he did.
"Karen?" Ronnie asked.
I didn't even answer. I just nodded my head "yes."
"The time has come for you to show the guys your tits ... so
why
don't you lean forward so Craig can unsnap the back of you dress for
you."
I didn't say a word. I just shook my head "no." I couldn't
believe Ronnie would do this to me. He would stop if I said "no." He
wouldn't make me do this.
"Please ... Ronnie ... don't ..." I pleaded uselessly.
"Lean forward, Karen ... " Ronnie said again, this time more
sternly. I opened my eyes, but I was looking down. My bare legs were
trembling, my knees still pressed firmly together. I looked up just a
little to see Mike sitting in front of me. He was smiling and had a
look
of, I don't know, maybe anxious anticipation. He looked up from my
bare
legs to stare for a moment at my chest, and then he looked up at me.
As
soon as our eyes met, I looked down again. I was ashamed. I was
drunk,
but not too drunk to know what was about to happen to me.
"Everything is alright, Babe ... just be a good little girl
...
and lean forward ..." Ronnie continued.
Craig's hands tightened again on my shoulders. I'm not sure
if
I leaned forward or if he pushed me forward, but I did go forward. I
was
bent over at the waist and almost all the way forward, my breasts
touching
my legs just above my knees. Craig's hands dropped from the top of my
shoulders and I felt his fingers trail across my back towards the
center
of my spine. My head was still spinning from the booze and from
leaning
forward so fast, but I could still distinctly feel two of his fingers
from
each hand slip under the top of my dress in the back.
When I had leaned forward, I had leaned towards Mike. I
opened
my eyes and found myself staring into his lap. He was sitting on the
tea-
table with his legs spread apart, one knee on either side of mine, and
I
was staring right at ... right at ... his crotch. Because of the way
I
was leaned forward and down, no one could see my face. No one could
tell
that I was looking. But I was looking. I should have closed my eyes,
but
I just continued to stare at Mike's ... crotch ...
Suddenly Craig pulled my dress together in the back and the
bodice
of my dress dug into me. It was tight, so I breathed out to make more
room.
Craig fumbled for only a second with the snaps. I heard them pop
open. In
fact, the sound was so loud, I'm sure they all heard the snaps pop
open.
When they popped open, there was more room in the dress. I could
breath
again, and I breathed in deeply. My arms and hands had been in my
lap.
Now I reached up and cupped the bodice of the dress so it wouldn't
fall.
I stayed were I was, waiting for Ronnie to tell me what to do.
I
was still staring at Mike ... at his crotch ... at where his ... penis
was
... was hard ... and I could see exactly how long he was 'cause his
trousers were tight and ... the way his legs were spread ... I could
see
... see the bulge ... the outline ... of his penis ... pointing down
the
left leg of his trousers ... his penis was ... bigger than Ronnie ...
a
lot ... thicker ... and ... longer ...
Craig's fingers were still busy at the back of my dress. I
felt
him lower the zipper of my dress. First just a couple inches. Then
he
stopped. And then he lowered it the rest of the way down to my low
back.
The zipper on that dress went down lower than some others. Almost all
the way to ... to the top of my butt. And he zipped it all the way
down
as far as it could go. His finger's let go of the zipper and trailed
up
my back a little. Teasing me. Letting me know he could do it. That
he
could touch me ... without my permission.
"Yep," Mike announded, " ... no bra .."
My dress fell open some, but not too much. The bodice still
clung
to my breasts and covered them as much as before. I held it in place.
I
didn't move an inch until I felt another hand on me. I knew instantly
that
it was Mike. He had reached forward and was stroking my head, combing
his
skinny fingers through my hair. I started to try to sit up but he
wouldn't
let me. His hand held me down. And he ... he ... petted me. That's
the
only word I can use for what he was doing. He was petting me gently
like
you would a dog or cat. His hand stroked down from the top of my head
all
the way down my curly hair to the nape of my neck where my hair parted
and
fell on either side of my neck. As he petted me, I could hear the
others
moving about. Someone sat down on either side of me on the sofa. I
tried
to look, but from my bent over position, all I could see were their
shoes
and legs. But I figured it out. It was Ronnie sitting down on my
left
and Craig sitting down on my right. I could hear Mr. Pfar walking
back
towards the bar.
"Get Karen something to drink, will ya?" Ronnie called.
"I already make her one, Pop, it's on the bar." Craig said
loudly.
I giggled. They couldn't possibly think I would drink another
one
of those Zombies, did they? I was already drunk before I started the
last
one. And now ....
"Something funny, Karen?" Ronnie asked as he laid his
friendly
hand on my left shoulder and pulled me up so that I was sitting
upright.
I held my dress tightly to my body.
"Yes ... ah ... no ..." I stammered. "... just ... ah ... I
...
ah ... can't drink no more ... ah ... I mean ... any more ..." I
laughed
again.
They were all staring. I saw Craig out of the corner of my
eye
trying to look in the side of my dress where the flap hung open from
the
back. I don't think he could see much more than, maybe, the side of
my
right breast. And Mike was still sitting on the table. Still trying
to
look up my dress. I dropped my left hand to the hem of my dress to
tug
it down again, holding the top of my dress up only with my right hand.
The sides drooped down even more with only one hand to hold it up. I
looked up at Ronnie to say something to him. I wanted to say that we
had to leave. But I didn't get a chance to say anything. Mr. Pfar
was
just getting back from the bar with my drink and he was handing it too
me. I just turned towards him and stared at the glass.
"This is the last one you have to drink, Karen ... promise,"
Ronnie said.
"I can't ... " I said helplessly.
"Yes you can ... " Ronnie urged.
I didn't want to use either hand. My right hand was holding
up
the top of my dress over my naked breasts and my left hand was pulling
down the hem of my dress over my ... my ... nakedness. I looked up at
Mr. Pfar, hoping that he would take pity on me and my predicament. In
a way, I guess he did.
"It's alright, little Lady ... " Mr. Pfar said solicitously.
"I'll hold it for ya ... " Mr. Pfar moved the glass forward, pressing
the cusp of it to my lips, and started to turn the glass up. I leaned
my head back, opened my mouth, and Mr. Pfar poured the drink into my
mouth. I swallowed twice ... two big gulps ... before I coughed and
he
pulled the glass away. The drink was nothing but liquors mixed
together
and the strength of it gagged me. I leaned forward a little and
coughed
a couple more times. My throat was burning.
"Chug-a-lug ..." Craig ordered.
"Yeah ... chug-a-lug ... chug-a-lug ..." Mike repeated.
I didn't have a chance to refuse. Before I knew what was
happening, Mr. Pfar had the glass up to my lips again. He pushed my
head back with the glass and, when I opened my mouth to protest, he
started
pouring it into my mouth again. I swallowed ... and I swallowed ...
and
I swallowed...
"Chug-a-lug ... chug-a-lug ... chug-a-lug ..." Craig and Mike
chanted in unison.
Mr. Pfar was pouring it faster than I could swallow it. Some
of
the drink spilled out of the corners of my mouth and down my chin. A
little even dripped on to tops of my breasts, but I drank most of that
glass. I leaned back into the sofa and closed my eyes, waiting for
the
booze to hit me.
It dawned on me, at that moment, that I wasn't the only one
waiting
for the booze to have its affect on me. It was suddenly very quiet in
the
room. They were waiting too. Because they knew what I knew. That,
when
the booze kicked in, I was going to be too drunk to ... too drunk to
be
able to resist. Too drunk to defend myself. Too drunk to ... hold up
my
dress ... or tug it down ...
Suddenly the room seemed warm. I know I was perspiring. I
heard
someone moving and I looked up to see Ronnie standing in front of me
with
a washrag in his hand. I reached up for it with my left hand and it
was
cold. He had run cold water on it for me. But he didn't let go when
I
tried to take it.
"Both hands, Karen ... take it with both hands ... " he
ordered.
And I did. I didn't even think twice about it. Ronnie told
me
to take it with both hands so I did. I opened up the washrag and
buried
my face in it. And the cold felt good on my hot, flushed face. I
didn't
even realize I had let the top of my dress fall down into my lap until
I
heard them talking.
"Shit ... she's got great tits, Ronnie ... " Craig was saying.
"Look at her nipples, Pop ... I ain't never seen nips that
stuck
out that far when they was hard, have you ..." Mike asked.
"No ... never ... " Mr. Pfar answered.
I kept my face buried in the washrag. There was nothing else
I
could do now. My face was even flusher now because I was blushing,
but
they couldn't see that. If I can't hid my breasts from them, I can at
least hid my face I thought to myself.
"I'll say this, Ronnie my boy, you didn't exaggerate. She's
got a
great set on her alright. They're bigger and firmer than the gal in
that
movie. But she's kinda shy, ain't she?" Mr. Pfar said.
"She'll come around. Give her some time." Ronnie told him.
Craig was getting up from the sofa. I peeked out from behind
the
washrag long enough to see he was walking over towards the TV and the
VCR.
He crouched down in front of the TV and turned it on. He was starting
the
movie again, I realized. I wiped my face with the washrag. I was
starting
to feel better again, but I was so drunk I was just barely able to
think.
I lowered the washrag from my face and used it to wipe the
perspiration
from my breasts. The cool rag felt so good on my breasts that I
totally
forgot the guys were still in the room. I reached under my left
breast,
lifted it up, wiped the cool rag under it, and gently laid my breast
back
down in the washrag.
"Christ ..." Mike said in a loud whisper, "... would you look
at
that."
I looked up at him. He was still sitting on the tea-table in
front
of me. He was grinning from ear to ear and staring at my breast which
I
was still holding up on the rag. I couldn't move, and I couldn't
think of
anything to say to him. So I just looked him in the eye and managed a
crooked, nervous little smile. I have never been so embarrassed in
all my
life. Here I was, stripped to the waist, drunk, sweating, and holding
one
of my tits in a cold rag while I sit on a sofa in front of a young guy
I
hardly even know who's got a hard on from trying to look up my dress
for
the last hour ... and I don't have any panties on. And his brother is
watching us. And their father. And my boyfriend.
When the movie started, I turned to look at the screen. Craig
had
fast-forwarded to the part where the girl was sitting on the sofa with
her
dress down in her lap. Just like me. And she was nervously looking
up at
the guys in the room. Just like me. One of the guys is sitting on
the
floor trying to look up her skirt.
All of us were watching the movie now. Silently. Craig came
back
over to the sofa and sat back down next to me. Mr. Pfar and Ronnie
stood
together on the other side of the room and were whispering to each
other.
And Mike ... Mike slid down off the tea-table and sat on the floor
right
in front of me.
The girl in the movie tugged the hem of her dress down so the
guy
sitting on the floor couldn't look up under it. Just as she did, I
felt
Mike's eyes on my legs. I knew he was trying to look up under my
dress
again, so I reached down between my thighs, gently pinched the hem of
my
dress with my thumb and forefinger, and tried to inconspicuously pull
my
dress down a little. I guess I wasn't as clever as I thought 'cause
Craig
saw what I was doing.
"How come you keep pulling your dress down like that, Karen
..."
Craig asked loudly.
"What ..." I answered drunkenly.
"Your dress ... I asked you how come you keep pulling it down
...
like you been doing all evening ..." he continued.
"I ... ah ... I ... don't know ... " I stuttered as I looked
down
at my lap. My hand was still there, clutching the hem of my dress.
In-
voluntarily I pulled it down again. All of them saw me do it this
time.
And I was stretching the material of my dress, pulling it down my
thigh
as far as I could stretch it.
Mike was sitting there, looking straight at my legs now. Then
he
leaned forward, bending his head first to one side of my knees, then
to
the other. Just like the guy in the movie behind him. He was
obviously
trying to look up my dress. I pressed my knees together ... hard.
"You shouldn't worry so much about you dress riding up a
little,
Karen ..." Mr. Pfar was saying from the other side of the room, "...
all
we might see is a little flash of your panties ... nothing that would
be
so bad, you know ...."
"The way she's acting ... you'd think she wasn't wearing any
...
panties ..." Craig said mockingly.
"You got any panties on under there?" Mike asked teasingly as
he
leaned even further forward, so close that he was almost touching my
legs.
He was looking straight up under my skirt.
I realized, of course, that they already knew the answer to
Mike's
rhetorical question. They knew, I finally figured out in my drunken
state,
because Ronnie ... knew ... and ... he told them ...
I looked up and Ronnie. He was laughing. Mr. Pfar had just
said
something to him that he thought was very funny. And he was watching
me.
He was watching as Mike reached up and tried to push my hand away from
the
hem of my skirt.
"Ronnie!" I shouted. "You told them! You told them ... I
... I
can't believe you told them ..."
"I told them what?" Ronnie asked with pretended innocence.
I fought off Mike's hand and continued to grip the hem of my
skirt
firmly.
"... about my panties ..." I managed.
"You mean the ones laying on the living room floor of our
apartment
next to the black Lazy Boy chair?" he asked.
Craig and Mike laughed hysterically. They thought it was real
funny that my panties were back at our apartment, laying on the floor.
I
didn't think it was so damn funny. Craig reached his left arm around
me
and laid it commandingly over the top of my shoulders. As he pulled
me
into him, his brother kept trying to push my hand away from the bottom
of
my skirt. I was doing my best to keep my dress pulled down, but I was
so
drunk. I knew I couldn't keep fighting Mike forever. I looked up at
my
Ronnie for help. He would have to help me now. He had too.
"Ronnie ... Ronnie ... please .... help me ... please ..." I
begged as I tried to get out of Craig's grasp. As I fought, my
breasts
swung back and forth and bounced up and down. I was in trouble.
"Well ... young man ... " Mr. Pfar started slowly " ... you
sure
have got yourself a prime piece of fuck-meat here ... "
"Thank you, sir ... " Ronnie said politely.
Even in my stupor, I was pissed. I couldn't believe Mr. Pfar
would
called me a "piece of ... of ... fuck-meat..." I would have cursed
him out
angrily if I hadn't been busy fighting off his sons' hands. Craig was
reaching
around and trying to cup my right breast, but I was pushing his hand
away
the best I could. And Mike was still trying to lift the hem of my
dress
up. I was pushing it down, but he was beginning to win the pushing
contest. And my head was beginning to swim again. I looked up and,
as I
did, I made eye contact with Ronnie. My eyes begged for him to help
me ...
to stop them ... to make them stop what they were doing ... to me.
"You alright with this?" Mr. Pfar said. Dimly I remembered
those
same words from the movie.
"Sure ... that's why I brought her over here tonight, wasn't
it ...
go ahead ... do whatever you want to ... have fun with her ... just
...
let me watch ... and don't hurt her ... after all ... I love her, you
know ... "
I looked at Ronnie in utter disbelief. He said "do whatever
you
want to ... have fun with her ..." I couldn't believe it, but he was
giving
me to Mr. Pfar and his two sons to ... to ... to play with ... to
touch and
to ... to ... use ... sexually ...
I looked over at Mr. Pfar with my mouth open. I was in shock.
He
looked back at me with glee dancing across his face. God I was afraid
of
that man all of a sudden.
"Well, Karen, you heard Ronnie ..." Mr. Pfar said. It was
like it
was official now. I was officially theirs.
"Yes ... sir ... I heard him ..." was all I could think of to
say.
For some reason, Craig and Mike had stopped what they were trying to
do.
Craig leaned back and even removed his arm from around me. Mike
leaned
back too, and stopped trying to push my hand away. I was relieved
that
they had stopped their attack.
"Ronnie is your boyfriend isn't he ... you love him, don't
you?"
Mr. Pfar asked preliminarily.
"Yes ... sir ... I do ..." I answered.
"And you always do what Ronnie wants you to do ... don't you?"
Mr. Pfar followed up.
"Yes ... sir ... I always do ... what ... Ronnie wants me to
do."
I admitted honestly. "I always ... do ... what ... Ronnie ...
whatever
... Ronnie ... wants ...but ... but I can't ..."
"Karen!" Ronnie stated.
Things had been happening so fast. All of a sudden, the room
was
deathly quiet. Mr. Pfar looked at me, and then he looked at Ronnie.
And
Ronnie was staring at me. Glaring at me. I tried to look at him, but
I
had to look away. He was angry at me. I wasn't doing what he wanted.
And he was getting angry. I don't want Ronnie to be angry at me.
Never.
I love him. And ... and ... I ... always ... do ... whatever ... he
...
wants ... me ... to ... do ...
"I'm sorry ... I ... I ... " suddenly I knew I was cornered.
I
couldn't get out of it this time. Ronnie had me ... where he wanted
me.
And so did Mr. Pfar ... he had me where he wanted me too ... sitting
on
his couch ... wearing nothing by my short white skirt ... and my high
heels ... cowering on the couch ... in front of his two sons ...
"I always do what Ronnie wants me to do, Mr. Pfar" I said
firmly.
"Good girl ..." Mr. Pfar said with a satisfied tone. "...Very
good ... Karen ... You're a very good girl ..."
I was scared. The time had come. Mr. Pfar was going to tell
me
what to do. And I was going to do it. I turned towards Craig. He
smiled at me. I turned towards Mike. He was still staring at my legs.
He had been the one most interested in my legs since I had first come
into their apartment. Mike had wanted to see up under my dress since
he
first met me. Now, I couldn't stop him.
"Mike?" Ronnie called.
"Huh?" Mike answered, still lost in his thoughts.
"Karen's got a hairy twat ... under her dress ..." Ronnie
advised.
I hung my head in shame. Ronnie was telling Mike what he
wanted
to know. Ronnie was telling him what he wanted to see. What I ...
what
I had under my dress.
"Is she ... really ... hairy?" Mike asked Ronnie. "I mean
...
you know ... more than most girl?"
"Karen's got the thickest thatch you've ever seen ..." Ronnie
promised, " ... she's ... she's got hair so long it hangs down ... it
curls down her thighs ... and its so thick ... you got to part it to
eat
her out ... "
"God! I love a hairy cunt!" Mike yelled.
"Ronnie ... please ... Ronnie ..." I begged.
"Are you going to ... 'please Ronnie' ... Karen?" Mr. Pfar
asked
cleverly.
I swallowed hard. If I had a choice, I would have died right
then
and there. But I didn't have that choice. I didn't have any choice
but
to do what Ronnie wanted ... to what he ... what he brought me here
for...
"Yes ... sir ... I ... I'm going to 'please' ... him ..." I
said
quietly.
"Good ..." he said as he nodded to his son. Mike took his nod
as
the signal he'd been waiting for. He leaned forward again and peeked
up
under my dress. This time, I didn't even bother to reach down. I let
him
look. I don't think he could see too much ... but he could see ...
more
than ... more than the others ...
Ronnie's words kept running through my sluggish mind. 'Do
whatever
you want to her' he had said. 'Have fun with her' he said. Damn him.
And
then he said 'don't hurt her 'cause I love her.' I leaned my head
back on
the back of the sofa. He loves me. That's why he's turning me over
to
these three ... animals ... 'cause he ... loves me ...
Then I remembered what Mr. Pfar called me ... "fuck-meat" ...
a "piece
of fuck-meat" ... a "prime piece of fuck-meat" ...
I was not paying attention to Mike and what he was doing.
Suddenly
I felt something moving in my lap. Slowly, I looked down. Mike was
lifting the hem of dress up. From where I had laid my head back on
the
sofa, I couldn't see ... but ... from where Mike was ... he could ...
he
could see ... my pussy ... and Craig was leaning forward so he could
see
too ... and ... and even Mr. Pfar stepped a little to one side so he
could
... so he could see me too ...
They looking at my "hairy twat" ... my "thatch" ... I thought
to
myself ...
I didn't move. I just tried to ignore them, and looked up at
Ronnie. I was so scared, I was biting my lower lip. Mike said
something
to me, but I didn't even hear him. All I could hear was what Ronnie
had
said before ... 'have fun with her ' ... 'do whatever you want' ... he
had
said ... he ... was 'alright' with what they wanted to do to me ... he
was
going to let them ... and he ... was going to ... make me ...
"I said spread 'em" Mike said again, this time with
authority, as
he pushed my right leg out to the right and held my left leg firmly in
place.
"What a cunt!" Craig exclaimed. "Spread her more ..."
And Mike did as his older brother ordered. Before I knew what
was
happening, he pushed my knees in opposite directions, spreading them
so far
apart that ... that it hurt ...
"Ouch!" I cried out. But Mike showed no pity. He held my
legs
far apart. When I looked down this time, even I could see the hairy
triangle between my legs spread open ... and ... and ... my pussy lips
...
were ... spread ... apart ... and ... my ... slit was ...open ...
Mr. Pfar had walked over next to Mike and now he was kneeling
down
on one knee right in front of me. I looked at him, but he didn't even
look back at me. He was staring down at ... my pussy ...and then he
...
he reached up and ... his finger ... he ... he slipped his finger
inside
of me ...
"Arghhh!" I gasped.
His finger withdrew. He looked up at me for a second and
smiled.
at me. I just stared back at him ... breathing hard. He looked down
at
my pussy again and reached forward again. His finger stopped this
time
right at my ... lips. I felt his finger tracing the entrance to my
hairy furrow from the top to the bottom ... patiently parting the long
curly brown hair that covered my ... my pussy ... teasing the lips on
both sides of my opening. Then ... as he gently slipped just the tip
of
his index finger into me ... he looked up at me again.
"You got a great little twat here, young lady ..." he said
with
mock gentlemenly flair. "... no wonder Ronnie is so proud of you ..."
I shouldn't have said anything, but I felt like I had to.
"Thank you ...Mr. Pfar ... I ... try to make Ronnie proud ...
I
try to ..."
I didn't get a chance to finish. I was looking Mr. Pfar right
in
the eye when he did it. He ... he poked me ... he jabbed his finger
...
further up inside me ... much further than ... than he had before ...
and
I think he ... he did it while I was talking on purpose ... while I
was
looking at him ... so he could see the expression on my face when he
did
it ... and ... and ... so he could ... hear me gasp out loud ... and I
did
... I gasped ... outloud ...
"Ouch! Oh! Ouch!" I blurted out as his pointing finger poked
deep
inside me. He pulled his finger back out slowly.
"Please ... Mr. Pfar ... don't ... " I begged. My head was
still
swimming from all the drinks ... but I could still hear laughing ...
Craig
and Mike were laughing as they watched their father ... tease me ...
Mr. Pfar smiled. "Don't ... do what ... Karen?" he asked. He
ran
his finger gently up and down my slit ... only the tip of finger was
... in
me ... just enough to ... get me ... wet ...
I looked up and saw Ronnie watching what Mr. Pfar was doing to
me. "Help me, Ronnie ... please ... make him stop ... please ... make
him stop what he's doing ..."
"What's he doing, Karen?" Ronnie teased.
"He's ... he's ... poking me ... with his finger!" I cried.
I couldn't keep looking at him while he did that to me, so I
looked
away. I tried not to think about it, but I couldn't think of anything
but
his finger. And then I felt two of his fingers... and them three ...
and
he was combing the hair over my slit with all his fingers ... and
poking
me with different fingers ... and ... then ... all of a sudden his
fingers
felt ... different ... they were still combing thru my hairy snatch,
but
they seemed stronger ... and I looked down just in time to see Craig
had
taken his father's place and was petting my pussy ... and ... before I
could say anything ... it was Craig who was fingering me ... sticking
his
strong, thick fingers up inside me ... way up inside me ...
"Please ... Craig ... take your fingers ... out ... please
..."
I begged him. I could hear Mike ... snickering ...
"Play with her pussy, Craig!" Mike shouted.
I looked up and saw Ronnie laughing at me. "Is Craig playing
with
you pussy now, Karen?" he asked teasingly.
I was crying. "Please, Ronnie .... please ... make Craig take
his
fingers out of my pussy!! He's too rough .... he's hurting me!!!
I leaned back on the sofa and looked up at the ceiling. I was
being 'played with' alright. I felt Mike's hands slide up my thighs
from my knees and then he was doing it too. All three of them were
down
there playing with my pussy ... one would use his fingers to hold my
pussy lips open on one side ... the other would open me up on the
other ...
and then another hand would sneak in between the other two and stick a
couple fingers up inside my cunt hole ... deep up inside ... and one
of
them found my clit with his finger and thumb ... and he ...rolled it
in
between his finger and thumb for a while ... until ... until he just
pinched it read hard ... and I let out a squeal... and I started
crying
... and the tears rolled down my cheeks and onto my naked breasts ...
and I knew it couldn't get any worse ... it just couldn't ...
"Can I stick my dick in her mouth." Craig asked.
"Can I fuck her, Ronnie, please, can I fuck her?" Ronnnie
asked.
Oh, no, I thought to myself. It is going to get worse ...
"Karen?" Mr. Pfar asked me.
I couldn't talk. So I just turned to look at him.
"I hate to ask this, but ... is your asshole still cherry?"
I gasped. My asshole?
"I told you guys you could do anything you want with her ...
and
after all ... she's got three holes ... so you can each take the one
you
want ... Craig can get her mouth ... Mike can get her pussy hole ..
and
Mr. Pfar ... you can stick it up her ass!"
And they all descended upon me. I didn't have a chance.
Craig
was sitting at the end of the sofa. He pulled my head down into his
lap.
His dick was hard and speared into my mouth before I had a chance to
open
up for it. Mike crawled under me, and he was squirming to get his
cock
into my pussy. I was shocked how quickly he got it lined up and
pulled me
down onto him. He was kinda smallish, compared to Ronnie, at least,
so he
fit easily into my snatch. My butt was stuck up in the air, an open
invi-
tation for Mr. Pfar. He had found some petroleum jelly somewhere and
he
ran some up and down my ass crack. I tried to wiggle my ass out of
his
grip, but it was no use. Ronnie was standing next to the sofa and he
helped hold me still. I opened my mouth for Craig's big cock just as
his
father poked his prick into my asshole. And I sucked ... and I fucked
...
and I bucked ...
... and all three of them came ... and I came ... and I came
...
and I came ...
... and later on that evening, when we got back to our
apartment,
I sucked Ronnie's cock ... and I fucked him ... and he ass-fucked me
...
and I came more times in that one evening than I ever have before or
since.
... all because of that dirty movie ...