Who'd believe it, pt 4

As 21 year old Luke steadily thrust his hard member in and out of 46 year old Liz's warm, close fitting vagina, she marveled again at just how perfect a fit he really was. Even when 17 year old Ben and 18 year old Sam had fucked her first, Luke was still a perfect fir for her. It was only at times like their trip to Cornwall that the fit was off, and that was because she had let him make her take other, in some cases, larger cocks, and she had been out of shape when it came to him. Right now however, it was only Luke who's purple head had pushed her labia aside and slowly at first, been fucking her for the last ten to fifteen minutes. She had her hands and knees on the bed, knees right on the edge, as Luke, one hand on the small of her back, stood on the floor and gave her what she hated loving. In his other hand was his phone;

"Yes mate, should be a good one even if the trips a bit long. When are we looking at it?"

Liz could not hear the other person speak, she was trying to be quiet but she knew she was going to cum soon and that would make a little noise at least. Trying not to was of course having the opposite effect.

Luke's boss had said he would be going with him to survey the next job, he was grooming Luke to be a foreman in the building firm, and took it seriously.

"Superb boss, so what, half six on Monday?" He asked as he moved the hand from Liz's back to worry her clitoris as she had taught him, knowing she was about to have a crisis and taunting her with it.

Liz wanted to tell him to get off the damn phone, but was to busy controlling her body, which as always was her worst enemy in these situations. At last, he said goodbye and rang off. She let out a low moan which warned of approaching orgasm, and braced against Luke's increased thrust.

"Hello mate, yes we're on, I'm up her now, she'll be coming in a minute, the doors on the latch!"

Oh Christ, he was now on the phone to, hopefully, Sam or Ben, but at least she could relax assuming it was one of them. And if it isn't, then who the hell else has he got involved. The sudden stress heightened her sexual tension, and her orgasm began to rise quickly. 

"Yes it was, she's about to boil. Hang on!" and he dropped the phone onto the bed beside her, and upped the tempo.

Liz had begun to wail with the force of her orgasms soon after Luke seduced her into being his sex toy come partner. A part of it she thought may have been her vocalizing her dislike of what she had become, even as it was a sign of her enjoyment. She understood that she must have made another noise that the phone had passed on, and now it would pass on the full force as she went stiff and let out a full blooded wail to tell all within earshot that she was coming again on Luke's cock. Luke slid the phone a little nearer her head, and carried on thrusting and rubbing her button.

Luke was still fucking his blond Doctor when the front door went, and the two accomplices came in.
They both began to undress as they entered the bedroom, feasting there adolescent eyes on the woman they had come to fuck. Liz was not phased by them any more, and in fact welcomed their presence in spite of her self.

"Get your car serviced then Luke?" asked Sam as he stripped opposite Liz.

Both Liz and the Doctor would have agreed to the healthy fitness of the youth, a builders laborer but not on the same firm Luke worked for.

"Yes mate, sorted and alls well Ta." Luke was still fucking Liz, and doing it to her like he always did, hitting the spot all the time.

"Great." said Sam as he knelt in front of Liz and with his right forefinger tapped her left cheek, saying,
"Open up." as if in conversation.

Liz was still not a fan of fellatio, but then truth be told, she was not a fan of anything she did with the lads, she just could not get enough. She opened up and let Luke's thrusts move her thin lips up and down the smooth young cock. She heard Sam speak as Ben went behind her.

"I've never made her swallow yet so I think tonight I'll go for it. Oh, I've got a date for my driving test, there was a cancellation. Wicked!" 

"Nice one." replied Luke as he felt his own orgasm about to arrive.

Liz felt she may as well have left her body there and gone home, neither Sam nor Ben had said a word to her, and yet Ben was no doubt watching as Sam took her mouth, and waited for her cunt to become available. Sam was now letting her right nipple brush across his palm as it swung to the rhythm of the fuck she was having. It was very nice. There was the twitch, and the slight swelling she swore she felt a second before Luke's beautiful cock delivered his seed deep within her. She rejoiced in the pleasure her lover was having, and reluctantly accepted both the seed, and the joy it also gave her to receive it. She felt her next orgasm start to exist right there, as well as Luke's fluid and hers too no doubt, slide down her pussy lips as he withdrew, and drip away.

Luke moved off so Ben could replace him. All the lads knew that this was Liz's favored position, even if Liz did not. Or at least she refused indulge herself with the admittance of having a favorite, she should not have any. Ben held her waist firm so she had to move her head to continue to pleasure the young man with his cock in her mouth. She did it automatically, but unaware that she did it well, with the cock nestled on her warm tongue. Sam was content for a few minutes.

The boys chatted but Liz blanked them, she was sure she would only be talked about rather than to, but somewhere in her mind she knew she was happy as long as they were still using her to fuck.
Sam now held her head between his two hands and set his own speed. Liz had to take her weight on her left arm and put her right hand around the base of Sam's cock or risk choking. This made her more vulnerable as balance was now something else she had to contend with, having a cock at both ends could often mean a lack on concentration on one or the other, without worrying about balance as two cocks thrust into her with their own rhythm. Her building orgasm faded.

Sam's cock jerked and he said to Liz; "Don't swallow it yet Liz, don't swallow it yet! Luke!" and he let rip.

Sam was, is it blessed Liz wondered, with a large amount of ejaculate when he came. Easily more than Luke and Ben put together she thought while trying not to. As he fired no less than six spurts into her mouth and still more oozed slowly onto her tongue, she asked herself why she should not swallow. Other than because she had been told not to of course. What could they be up to?

"Ahead of you mate!" announced Luke as he moved into view from Liz's right, he had the video cam working. He had caught Sam's clenching buttocks and even the pulsing of what little cock the camera could see, and moved beside his friend.

Even as she saw Luke move in Liz felt Ben twitch and eject the contents of his sack into her from the other end. She felt herself fill with his sperm with some surprise. There was no increase in speed or thrust, just the twitch and ejaculation as the 17 year old did to her what only her husband Paul should. Maybe she had missed some signals as she was concentrating on the other load of sperm her body contained. She savored the feeling of more cum in her unfaithful cunt and tried to not think about the guilt. Ben pulled out and went to join the other two.

"Right Liz, hold it there carefully while Sam pulls out. Don't swallow 'till I tell you!" he emphasized.

Breathing through her nose Liz kept her lips tight around Sam's softening meat and let him pull out slowly. She had to lean forward and lower her head, extending her lower jaw so she could take a deep breath through her mouth and not spill any of the apparently precious white goo. 

"Steady!" Said Luke as filmed her every move. "Now, don't swallow, just open up and lets see what Sam put in there. Show us what you've got in your mouth Doctor!" He knew those words would get to her, he liked to wind her up knowing she was still reluctant about the whole set up.

Liz, feeling his words on more than one level, and feeling disgusted with herself and wanting to show off what she had done, opened her mouth and showed the camera it's contents. She tried to ignore the taste she considered unpleasant.

"Christ Sam you're a fucking fire hose mate, That's a big load. Well done Liz, well held. Right, now close your mouth, swallow all that creamy spunk, and show us an empty mouth. Good girl!" he said to a woman 25 years his senior.

Liz attempted to ignore the taste and did as she was bid, feeling the thick warm yuck as it slid slowly down her throat. At least, she told herself, this is turning them on again so they are not finished fucking me yet! And immediately scalded herself for thinking like a slut.

"Awesome!" said one of the lads as Liz opened her mouth. "What a fucking tasty place to put your spunk. Awesome!"

Liz shut her mouth, grinned sheepishly for the camera, and the guys stood up and went to film Ben's spunk as it escaped from her cunt, and then to review what they had just recorded, allowing Liz to slip out to the bathroom to try and shift the aftertaste. Although she did not want to, as she wiped the leaking cum from her labia, she looked forward to the further fucking she was no doubt about to get.

A few days later when Liz arrived home from work Paul was already eating;

"Sorry, it was ready early. Yours is in the microwave." he stated simply.

Liz new it was not a petty act of annoyance, a sort of understanding had developed. Liz was sure that as they had very small conversations about her new sex life and how it came about, her husband had begun to get the idea that Liz was, if not a victim, a sort of addict. He knew she would never of initiated such a thing, and if anything treated his wife as he would were she an alcoholic, some one he loved who had an addiction, not entirely her fault. 

Liz for her part would not stay over at Luke's, for several reasons including not to be seen leaving next morning, and would not try to pretend she had only been out at a friends when she came home late from Luke's. Paul was late to bed as a rule anyway, and she would often be home before he went up. She always tried never to rub his face in it, although it was impossible not to when Luke and the boys came to Liz and Paul's. He mostly went out those nights. The weekend in Cornwall was a one off. So far.

"I am off to see my Brother on Friday. I'll be gone when you get home, back Saturday evening." Paul informed her. He guessed she would use the time for 'them'.

He had not seen his younger Brother in the several weeks that Luke and friends had been fucking his wife, so Liz was not surprised, it had been an almost monthly thing previously, including the stopover. This gave Liz a personal dilemma. Of course it was a perfect chance to get fucked silly all night. Of course she should not in any way assist her three young sex partners to make her any more depraved than they had already, if she did not tell them they would not know the chance was there.
She told Luke the next day, wishing as she did so that she could not.

On the Thursday night as they went to bed, Paul initiated sex. Not as usual these days roughly, but as she lay down on her side he rolled her to her back and then slid her briefs down, leaving her long t-shirt sleep wear.

He put plenty of spit on his fingers and actually not only worked the wetness in, but also finger fucked her for a couple of minutes, and thumbed her nub, although there was still obviously no point his wife declining, he at least had a little thought for her.

Liz took note of Paul's less rough manner this time, and helped him lift her clothing to her neck so he could tease a nipple with his teeth. After a couple more minutes he mounted her. He worked the tip of his cock up and down her pussy lips several times before using it to push them open and bury it all the way in. It was a simple fuck, he thrust away at his wife for his own satisfaction but even so she did not need to fake it for him. She had a perfectly respectable orgasm which she wailed out thirty seconds before he shot his meager load into her.

As usual now, she was expected to 'let it soak'. As Paul went off to sleep she shed a few quiet tears, he still loved her and still wanted her, and she really hated herself for the hour it took her to drop off, because her most forward thought was;

'God I need more now, one is not enough, I want more!'

******
On the Friday Liz was not too late wrapping up surgery, a small note on a male patient who had claimed her to be the best looking Doctor ever, she had asked him not to say things like that again as it was not really on, and with a few bits tidied up, and she was off. A clean getaway for once.

Paul had left her a light salad in the fridge before he went, which she ate before showering. Having dried Liz dressed in a low white camisole, thong as Luke dictated, daringly no bra, why risk losing something she actually wanted, a full length suede panel skirt, white socks and low healed boots, topped off with a pink sleeveless knitted top and a maroon blazer. Liz had never been a fashion freak, and as she never knowingly dressed sexily, some times could dress better. She had a pair of court shoes with her just in case. She had no idea what they were doing, but had her suspicions Luke may want to try dogging again, he had said there would be a bit of a drive.

Hair well brushed and sprayed, Liz put her few bits in her 'bag for life' supermarket carrier, and set off to meet the young man who now ran her sex life.

On these occasions Liz would go out the back door and down some alley ways, and try to look like she was doing some late shopping, and if she or Luke saw anyone near the pick up point he would drive around again. This time it was all clear.

"I've got your yellow halter neck thing in the back." He said as a greeting.

"Whats wrong with this?"

"Were off to a party and that is not party clothes, not sexy. You need to go clothes shopping!"

"And if I did what would Paul think? Don't answer!"

"It's alright, you can change when we get to my Dad's place." he said casually.

"We're WHAT now?"

Luke explained his Dad had a car sales business and lived well over an hour away in good traffic, and tonight he was having a party, and they were going. 

"And what will he think about me?"

"No worries, I am my fathers Son, he's played the field, that's why Mum left. He won't bat an eyelid."

Liz was trying to decide what she thought was worse. More dogging as she had thought, or this. Oh Christ, no. Not with his father? Surely not. The thought played on her mind but she dare not ask the question. Jesus, what about brothers.

Having text his Dad they were there, Luke led Liz into the large house, set back and with some separation from neighbors, and upstairs to change. They were in a spare room where Liz had removed her jacket when there was a knock and some one entered. There was a similarity, same 6' 2", similar build but the light brown hair was just starting to fleck with gray, and there was a small paunch.

"Hello, I'm Carl, and your Liz." and as he shook her hand he said, "Hi Son, alright?"

"Fine Dad, Liz is just changing, she dressed to travel."

Liz said her hello and felt very embarrassed. The man was letting his eyes linger on her chest and hips, like she did not allow at work, between looking deep into her face. She was glad she had not undressed further before he came in. 

"Well then, here's your party frock Liz," Luke said as he passed her a carrier bag. "Best get that lot off."

Liz looked to his Dad and back. Luke simply said;

"Oh no, don't worry, Dads seen the film, he's seen what you've got already. Come on, need a hand?"

All Liz wanted was for the floor to open up and swallow her. It felt like 50,000 volts had been shot through her, probably starting at her labia.

'Oh my God' she thought. 'I did not know this man existed until right now and he has already seen me naked. Full of cock and cum even! Liz could not there and then recall all the footage that existed, but the Saturday night was even on the web, no face though thanks to Luke. He had taken it for one of the three utter strangers she had let fuck her, she had sucked another off, plus Luke had taken her. The next night, after a woman used her mouth to bring her off, Liz had let five new cocks come in her, not counting Luke. What has this man seen?'

Liz was like a shop dummy. The men spoke to each other in voices she did not register. Her arms
went up so her top and camisole could be removed and her perky breasts commented on and cupped. Liz looked down as her breasts were held, but it was like it was not her that she saw. She stepped over the skirt and thong when she was nudged to, and was aware, as she looked about in a dazed fashion, that she was being laid on the double bed where one person lay beside her while the other removed her boots and socks.

The wet fingers gently moved over her labia and the button that had sprung up, making her quiver. As a mouth worried at a breast one, then two fingers went past her outer lips to moisten the inner. She willed her legs to close, but the legs just pulled the attached feet up to her bum cheeks and made the knees fall outward, in spite of a lot of willing on her part. When she came, breathing out through closed lips, the hand between her legs was fully to blame, she knew she could not be so slutty as to be excited by the situation. Could she?

If the Doctor had heard the compliments being paid to her breasts, body and vagina, she would have said something and made a note.

The weight was on his arms as he moved above her. The only contact was the purple helmet that softly stroked her pussy entrance and made it peel open to receive the cock behind it so she would succumb to it's mastery.

Her mind worked fast. 'Christ' it thought, as the body gave itself over to the invading appendage down below, 'I came away with my 21 year old lover, met his 41 year old father, and in less than ten minutes I am letting him fuck me. Naked, on a strange bed, in a strange house, with a strange man, the Father of my young lover, now fucking me, and I am older than both of them, and a Doctor. What else am I?' Then the body dragged in the mind into the here and now.

Time did not register, things just happened. Liz's legs wrapped around the man between her thighs and they fucked. Liz even responded to the odd kiss she received, as well as the nip of a nipple now and then. She held his waist with both hands and encouraged his movements, and very soon her evil body set her up to come again.

It built fast, it bent her toes, raised her hot mound and made her head swim. She barely registered the thought that it was still only about twenty minutes that she had known of this man, and she was going to come for him.

Knowing from video evidence that this woman he had just met had a propensity for noisily announcing her sexual achievements as they arrived, Carl covered her mouth in case his guests would hear her. He enjoyed seeing this beautiful woman lose it and blush as she flooded her cunt with her juices, all over his cock. He did not change pace, he tortured her through her orgasm and then sped up the pace.

Liz was back to Earth and felt the cock she was allowing to fuck her jerk hard against the roof of her vagina and fire jets of cum, another word she had come to hate yet use in her mind, deep into her unprotected tunnel. Her lovers own father had now been added to the seemingly ever growing list of men she would let fuck her. She fleetingly wondered if she would be fucking the Grandfather any time soon. Jesus, he need only be 13 years her senior at that. For reasons she did not dare fathom, she suddenly came again as she was filled with cum.

Even as he removed himself from the blond woman on the bed, Carl knew his boy had done good. He was glad he was between woman for now, this one would require further shafting he decided. And his boy was moving into position to see that she got some now.

"See you downstairs mate!" Luke's Dad said as he tucked his green polo shirt into his black trousers, and left the room.

Liz new that these days one fuck was insufficient, sex with her husband brought that home to her. She hated the idea but right now the best thing was that there was another cock, it was already in her, and it was Luke. The best cock of all.

She had not long finished but Luke soon gave her a small orgasm as the strokes of his cock touched her like no other. She had not even changed position slightly from when Carl had set her off as Luke climbed on, some semen had oozed out, and was being whipped to a cream as Luke fucked her, but it was as near to one long fuck as it could be. She came again before her young man got there, and when he did, she came again. Feeling his seed join with his Father's just outside her womb made Liz feel so damn filthy, and for want of a less accurate and accusing word, perverted.

Cleaned and dressed, hair restored, Liz put on the yellow low backed halter neck dress. She had worn it but briefly, twice, before going naked in front of people she did not know, in Cornwall, but felt the difference. Luke explained that he had got it cleaned, and with written instructions to make it look like he was just a messenger, got the cleaners to alter it. At least she had brought some shoes that suited.

There was a little material available by each half of the neck fastener to extend the neck, and the hem was now five inches higher. From the side most of the far breast was now visible as the dress sat lower, and if Liz sat or bent over, or squatted, it would rise up alarmingly. Not as bad as the thong bikini in Cornwall, but it still made the very conservative Liz very nervous. Luke had already hidden the thongs she had brought.

She had been in this house about forty minutes so far, had fucked the owner almost the second she set eyes him, then his son, both of them younger than her, and she had yet to join the party. God help her, because she could not help herself.

As Liz and Luke joined the throng Carl passed Liz a large red wine, she normally took white but was in near desperate need so got stuck in. It was actually quite nice and Carl showed her the bottle so she could help herself later.

"I tell you what Liz, that's one daring dress you have on, I like it, I can see nearly as much as I did upstairs. Terrific!"

Luke saw the look in Liz's eyes and knew she was now as self conscious as ever. He saw her gulp down the last of her first glass, and reached out to get her a top up.

It was a stressful time for Liz. She was getting lustful looks from the men, and some not too friendly ones from a few woman, there were around 40 people present, and she could feel three times that many looking at her if she did not concentrate.

For some time Liz made simple small talk while Luke spoke with people he knew. It was obvious that some party guests wanted to ask about her, but had trouble finding the right words. Others made an assumption, while still others did not care. A large part of the latter because they were just glad she was there to look at. They made her the most nervous. 

Luke was showing which kid had the best toy again, as he liked to. As they went along the small buffet it was clear that she only had to bend slightly for the men on the opposite side to get a real eyeful, and she caught some behind her with a smile too. She ended up with not a lot on her plate. The wine was still nice though. And if she would only admit it, so was the warm tingle in her crotch the nervousness brought on.

They sat for a while on a love seat, a twisted bench where they nearly faced each other, almost right side to right side. Luke had his hand on Liz's leg quite a bit, at varying heights. She occasionally thought about how there would be more sex to come yet. There always was, except at home, and this was not home. She tried not to work out who it would be, Luke was sure to have some one else for her to fuck, and although she did not want them, she was hoping it would be soon. Liz was not sure how much wine she had drunk, but she eventually needed to go. She told Luke and headed for the only bathroom she knew of, the one she had cleaned up in earlier.

As Liz passed the kitchen she hesitated because of what she heard being said.

"Oh heck yes, in the yellow! Dirty little slag, hardly covers anything. gagging for it, and yes I bloody would, I'd give her a good seeing to!" Followed by a gruff voice;

"Too right. teasing little minx, I'd fuck it!" Liz fled.

A man a little shorter than Liz exited the bathroom as she reached the landing of the big house. He looked at her, then tried not to look but still see. Without turning she would swear he turned to look back after they passed. She dove into the bathroom.

While there, she wondered if she was hoping Luke would follow her, it had been a while now and although two cocks, two fucks, had been better than one, she was used to more as a rule, and, well, she was, thats all.

She caught her nub with the paper. By accident. It sent a warm tingle through her. Same with her finger too, probably an accident. It tingled a lot. She just needed to take the edge of just in case, that was all. She stopped suddenly. Not since she was a medical student had she done that, well hardly ever. She gathered herself trying to ignore the tingle, reached to pull up briefs out of habit even as she remembered she was naked under the dress. She checked her hair, because she is a woman, tried and failed to do something useful with the dress, and left the bathroom.

Surely the landing light had been on she thought three steps away from the now closed bathroom door. A hand took her arm from behind making her jump, and she was steered quickly into the nearest door. In the dark room she saw a tall figure in the corner across the single bed. Luke? She was spun up against the wall by the closed door where the man beside her said;

"You are a beauty, a proper beauty!" and had a wet finger rubbing her damp pussy lips and clitoris, making her sigh gently, and again when not one but two fingers rushed into her where she had already gone from damp to wet.

His other hand caressed her left breast inside the dress and she noted he had somehow raised the hem that high. She had a small orgasm which caused her to make an elongated M sound, and her treacherous arms lifted her hands so they could lift the dress over her head and lose it. As it hit the floor a hand in the small of her back, previously on her breast, steered her to the bed.

A small push and she stumbled so she had her two hands and one knee on the bed from the side. Her body, knowing and admitting her favorite position, quickly had her other knee on the bed, her lower legs sticking out, and she eased herself back onto the cock that rubbed its way up and down her soft lips to find the entrance it wanted. She refused to admit it was average in length but bigger in girth, because she ought not to know the difference.

Only 30 seconds and she moaned out another come that seemed a relief to the waiting. The figure in front of her had released his own weapon and seeing her white teeth in the darkness, fed his meat to her. She sucked it into the warm wet cave and nestled it on her tongue as if an every day occurrence, and gave a satisfied noise. 

Behind her the unknown man reached round and stroked her bean, making her start. He pushed harder and a little faster and a proper orgasm started to rise. Her mouth registered the size and shape of its contents as she responded willingly to the fucking. The strange new cock in her mouth needed her hand on the base to keep her safe so she grabbed it just as the alarm went off. Strange new cock! Not Luke, no Luke present. Two men she could never identify later had her in a room and she was taking both cocks as happily as her guilt ever allowed her too. She pushed back on the cock in her cunt it time with its fucking of her even as she considered her error and wanton behavior.
 
She still sucked the cock in her mouth, and let the orgasm run over her, making her moan over the mouthful and her body start to shake. She bucked as the main force hit, shuddered again as it rolled past and felt the satisfaction of what she had needed for a while, but should not want like this.

"Fucking loves it, told you. Fucking loves it!" Said the fucker.

"Not bloody half!" said the sucked as Liz reeled in the horror of her enjoyment.

A minute later as Liz still sucked a cock, the one in her pussy jerked, twitched and spurted warm cum onto her pussy walls. The owner grunted and kept still until his member softened and slid out of Liz. For a short time the other cock stayed in her mouth, pumping, and then it was removed and Liz saw the figure go round the foot of the bed. She expected Luke to appear soon, saying how he had sent friends to intercept her, and fuck her. Meanwhile she reached back to take hold of the cock as its tip searched her wet lips for the way in to her cunt. It was going to happen anyway, so way make it difficult? When she had it lined up, they both pushed. 

"Oh you teasing little minx!" said the gruff voice as Liz's eager hole was filled again with a fresh new cock.

'Oh Christ what am I?' she wondered. 'Two more for the ever growing list of people I fucked as soon as I saw them. What am I doing? Jesus, this is the way it should be.' And she continued to push against the cock fucking her all the while.

Both Liz and her latest conquest/conquerer would soon come she knew. She heard the door open and, looking down and around her right arm saw not some one leave, she had missed that, but some one, no, two figures enter. With the door blocking the light as it opened toward her, she could not tell which was Luke. Neither she nor her third new cock of the night missed a stroke.

The hands holding her were very rough skinned, more than Luke's builders hands. As they roamed her body from hips to tits they made her skin crawl in a tantalizing way, and on her nipples, Oh dear! She had to keep her mind off the fact that she was letting these men fuck her and yet Luke had not made her let them. This was her doing because she now always wanted another cock. The next orgasm would be very soon.

Her wail was stifled before it got too loud and she went stiff as she came. The cock had just shot more cum into her unfaithful cunt and she had rewarded it with her juices, and now as she was coming back down, the cock left her. She was almost landed when the next cock slid right in and began to fuck her. Total stranger number four counting her lovers father, and he was the only one she could put a face to. She put her head down to the bed, reached back and dragged a hand from her thigh round to the front and placed it with the middle finger on her clitoris. It rubbed it for a minute.

The finger left her nub, having moved her on a stage at least, and she felt it go under the cock in her cheating cunt. There was some groping and then what felt like a wad of wet sex dropped onto her sphincter. What was most likely a thumb used the wetness to help it work its way into her other hole. She had never felt both being entered at the same time before, she tried to ignore the sensation as the whole digit entered her. Liz knew if he tried she would let him use her there, never mind what she wanted. She felt the next come building. But too soon the cock fucking her spasmed and she felt still more seed splash into her tunnel and some ooze out as her cunt was still pumped by the cock for nearly a minute after the delivery. Then it was removed.

Liz let herself be rolled onto her back and shifted to lay properly on the bed. The door opened and she could tell that when it shut it was just her and her latest new fuck. Shorter than her and with a round belly, whoever this newcomer was he climbed onto her and lifted her legs so her feet were either side of his thighs and her knees apart, and entered her, settling his rotund belly onto her flat one. He began to pump away in her cunt. Liz could tell with her recently developed instincts that he would not last long.
 
About three minutes he took, but enough for her to finish what his predecessor had started. She came less hard this time but still bucked and wailed through her conspirator's fingers.

As soon as Liz had taken yet more cum, she was alone, the last of the four had left. She looked around in the dark, and felt for and found, a towel, a small one but she had to make do, there was no option. And what when she was done would she do? Would the four dark figures she had just allowed to use her boast to other guests? How could she face them? She had to get to Luke in case he did not find her, surely he had orchestrated this and would come to her. But maybe not, if he was teasing her. First stop once dressed again, bathroom.

"Oh there you are Liz. Where did you go?" Asked Luke as, steeled for the event, Liz walked down the stairs.

Luke passed Liz a goblet of Red which she downed, and she asked it they could go to a quiet corner somewhere. They found a bottle on the way to the almost deserted garden.

"So, what have you been up to sexy?" Luke asked.

"Like you don't know. Why set me up and leave me on my own like that, don't you have me do enough?" Liz asked plaintively, she was far less composed than she had been just walking round in a dress that would fit a Barbie doll. That was bad enough.

"Whoa, what set up? I was told by a mate you were 'holding court' as he put it, and I thought the dirty cow got too horny to wait. I never asked you to fuck any one!"

"But the dress, coming here, you. Come on, it's what you've done to me all along. You set it up!"

"You can stop if you want. I would never send any film anywhere. God the courts would crucify me too for that, surely? If you had told my friends or Dads to stop, they would have. He has that kind of party now and then, but they asked if this was and we said no!"

"So you told them not to touch me?" Liz thought she had just cleared her name and, in part, her conscience.

"Oh shit no. We said you are your own woman and if you were happy to have them fuck you they could have you. Thats all. Honest!"

Thats all? There was no way to tell what was worse, the fact that she could have said no and regained a little of her lost morality, or, that she had not even considered trying to halt proceedings simply because she had let some one else take control of her sex life, and, the thought she most tried not to think, she had wanted to be unable to say no and let it happen.

"You" he said in a stage whisper, "are a dirty cock loving, whats the word, wanton, little tart! Oh yes!" he said with satisfaction.

Liz knew she had lost the argument, and she new that it would take her some time to regain what little poise she brought to the party, never mind any kind of respect for herself from Doctor Liz.

A quick look to confirm they were the only ones still outside, and Luke led Liz to the large covered swing, grabbed the folded blanket from the seat and took her behind the swing. She let him put her on all fours and with the dress up on her back plunge into her still wet and wanton cunt, loving the way he filled her if not as perfectly as normal, and within three minutes she had another deposit of semen and washed Luke's cock with her own juices as she came too.

Luke led her to the downstairs toilet with his cum trailing down her smooth thighs, and told her firmly to meet him in the lounge.

Having once more attempted to remove the problem of a flow out her nether regions, Liz went to the lounge, where Luke patted the seat beside him on the low firm sofa. Opposite sat two men, one firmly built, totally bald and so hard to age, dressed in brown slacks and beige shirt, the other one skinny, unkempt black hair, maybe 30 to 35, in a blue t-shirt and jeans. The lack of height on the sofa gave Liz a problem and she half fell onto the seat, and she knew she had been set up to flash. Carl had the best view most likely as he approached her with a full glass of red, even after her excursions it was getting to her, as she usually had white of around half the proof.

The air was charged with sexual tension, which Liz knew was responsible for the addition of another half million butterflies in her stomach. She nervously touched her hair as Carl stood back beside the stranger with hair. There was music in the back ground. Liz swallowed some more wine and placed the glass on the small table to her right, and Luke put his right hand high on her left thigh, very close to the magic triangle at the top.

There was a very small amount of talk, the names she was given for the two men she forgot immediately. The bald one said what a nice dress she had on and she could not tell if that was meant to get to her but it did, she felt almost naked in it.

"So," Carl began eventually, "Liz, do you want to have sex with us?"

Oh god, so direct! "No." She said conversationally and reached for a sip of wine.

Hearing something in her voice anyway, Carl said, "Let me rephrase that. Would you like us to fuck you?"
 
"Yes" she replied in a whisper the men heard, but just.

Skinny spoke; "Do you want to get naked and fuck us?"

"No." Again the whisper.

Baldy asked; "Do you mind if we get you naked and fuck you?"

"No."

"No you don't mind?"

"No, I don't mind."

"It seems we have put the Lady in a pickle," Carl pointed out, "So it's up to us to sort it I think!"

Luke was already undoing the halter neck and dropped it to bare the cornered rabbit's breasts, cupping the right one with his left hand and taking the left nipple in his teeth to flick it with his tongue.

The rabbit melted into the material of the seat and allowed skinny to remove her shoes and drag her by her legs so her vulva was just clear on the seat edge. The dress was round her middle now, her legs parted. Palm upper most skinny slid his right middle and third finger into her already well fucked cunt and fucked it with them. She lost track of the two men not in contact with her body. The Doctor was well chained up and boxed away, and it had been far too easy to do tonight.

It was as her legs were raised that she noticed her hole was empty and her breasts left alone. She opened eyes she had forgotten closing and looked dream like into the eyes of the skinny naked man who was now pointing his equally skinny but long cock at her sex, and her gaze softened further as she took him willingly into her wet tunnel. A long way in.

The other three men watched Liz's tits flow back and forth as she was fucked, Luke with one eye to the camera he had moved into view on it's tripod. He hoped it had caught her whispers earlier as well as it now caught her full length taking her what, seventh length of cock in total tonight, so far. He was momentarily amazed once more at the quality of the looks of the woman he had turned into a reluctant slut.

Liz was alone on a cloud with a cock fucking her faithless cunt, waiting for the cum it would give her, and did not for once flinch at the words in her mind, even though she still hated them. Her body was caught just shy of coming and she knew no time, just that one long moment on the edge of orgasm. There was a camera on her cloud, for which she gave not a care as she lay in a luxurious state of sexual torment, and cared not that in the back of her hazy mind she knew she would have at least three more cocks in her yet.

The men looked on as the seemingly sex drunk blond stretched out her limbs, raised her crotch and began a wailing sound that went from near growl to high pitch to silent, at which point her body jerked two or three times, and then settled softly to its former position.

"Fuck me you got her there, she likes you mate!" Said the hairless man as he waited his turn to fuck the blond on the sofa.

Liz was almost unaware of the increase in speed by the man between her legs, there was a small upward change of angle that alerted her to it and it was that which changed things. Deeper inside her than any thing since Cornwall, this cock finally set her off. As she flew the men watched and she heard the words and agreed with them.

Liz was aware of the stream of cum that gushed into her, she took it as a compliment to her depraved behavior that she wished she would not do. She was laying at an angle of around 20 degrees, legs slightly bent with heals on the floor, and her head was pushed forward by the back of the seat. She opened her eyes to look on as the guard was changed, almost like making sure some one was taking post, and as the bald person she had met, whenever it was, raised her legs and positioned the tip of his cock at her cunt, she closed her eyes, satisfied that things were going well.

"What a fucking nice twat!" the bald man exclaimed, "This piece of ass should be a model or a porn star not a Doctor, what a body!"

Liz heard the words and knew the crudity aggravated her, but for now was not willing to consider that too far. She thought they probably meant she was good looking and that was a compliment, and she should take the words as such. So long as he fucked her.

The guys were enjoying the show, the strumpet on the end of the cock was not very mobile, but any movement made was sensual as far as they were concerned, and Carl, as new to Liz as the others almost, was tired of waiting.
 
Liz heard the words and only admitted it would mean a short break and a move.

"Lets get her on the table, I want that mouth on my cock!" Carl told the others.

It was an oak table, strong. With a cushion under Liz, who was lifted into place, it was perfect height and size to have her Mott in the same position as on the sofa, but with her head hung over the far end, and the cushion stopped the table edge from digging into her neck. Liz naturally held the sides of the table, and kept her hands there for all that was to come. Her shoulder length blond hair hung down, away from her pretty face, and her mouth hung naturally open, her breasts were further toward her under arms, but firm enough to still be prominent.

Carl knelt by her head and she felt his hairy scrotum against her eyes as her mouth filled with cock, which she would have been amazed to find was even into her throat, had she dare think about it. Best not too or she would remind herself that she did have a gag reflex. Her need to not consider her throat too much was helped as a whole middle finger was worked into her back door (Where did I get that phrase from? she asked herself.) using the white cream that had been whipped up out of all the cum at her cunt entrance. She thought vaguely of her Husband Paul as the only man to fuck that hole yet, and then her guilt shut that thought down too.

Bald man decided the womans tunnel was a bit too used for him now, and wanted some thing tighter. Having worked in some lubricant that was on hand, he withdrew from her cunt and began to rub her clitoris, just visible in the mess of her entrance, as a diversion, in case she was not a lover of cock in the bum. Luke saw his move and grabbed the camera to close on the deed as it happened. He heard Liz moan, not quite in pain, but she was being stretched and it was uncomfortable at first, as usual. It took around 60 seconds for baldy to work up a speed, and when he was almost as fast as he had been in the Doctors cunt, she sighed long and deep, and he knew she was fine with it.

Carl felt the sigh as he heard it, it had to get round his cock to get out. He had angled his entry so as to rub his bell end on Liz,s tongue as he fucked her mouth and throat, he recalled Luke telling him how it happened in Cornwall and decided she must be a natural but did not know it herself. Why would she, not Liz he knew.

Luke was now filming Liz deep throating his Dad, he felt a little odd for a moment, but look at it, he thought, what a lovely sight, her lips in his pubes. She will die when I show her this. Skinny was playing with the tits and Luke thought maybe he ought to do something for her cunt. He put the camera back on the tripod and disappeared briefly.

Liz could see nothing if she opened her eyes but ball sack, she had lost the sense of sight for now, and had to use touch or feel instead. She could not work out what it was but it was nice and there was just a small break in the rhythm of her fuck to insert it. Then it hummed and vibrated and disappeared inside her previously empty vulva. Unknown to her, her young lover had got one of the toys his Father kept around for his rarer other parties. As her own muscles pushed it out, the thumb of the man fucking her rear pushed the small vibrator back in, and Liz was transported back to her cloud.

Carl was ready and decided to shoot his seed in his Son's sex toy's mouth, down her throat. He was sure she would cope. He steadied her head with both hands and without a pace change let it poor out. He was gratified to find he had been correct, and was able to stay in Liz;s mouth until he was fully satiated, and then withdraw.

Liz felt the pulse and knew what was about to happen. She kept her mind elsewhere as best she could and felt a cum begin a rapid rise in her gut. The flow of cum to her throat was nothing to her, and she registered only that fact that she could now tell every one she was coming.

They heard her wail start, low to high to silent, and took an odd pride in making a woman who did not want to be doing this, love it so much. Bald man twitched and jerked and shot his cum into the only hole that had been without some until then. Liz felt it arrive it gave a small resurgence to her orgasm as it was fading. The men heard it as a high pitched sigh.

Luke was going where baldy had been, thin man where Luke's Father had been, and Liz was ashamedly happy to be so quickly refilled. She noticed the taste of herself on the long cock as it reached further toward her larynx than anything else not food or drink had ever done. She once more had a scrotum swinging into her eyes and kept them closed.

Liz was aware of being vacated except for the vibrator which some one kept in place, and opened her eyes in time to see an upside down Luke's groin place itself before her and his cock head for her mouth. Her brain immediately closed off the thought that he had most likely been the one in her back passage, or she would have gagged at the thought of where he now was. Less deep than skinny He was otherwise easier to deal with. She put what part of her mind that was not on a cloud to her rear end as she was now penetrated there deeper than ever before. She forced an adjustment to her body's position to make it easier to accommodate the new depth and as she was once more comfortable felt the twitch in her passage that heralded another flood and took the arrival with a quiver of her body.

Fortunately it was only a short swap. Luke withdrew again and moved to her pussy, removing the toy, and he noted the change of fit from normal, as he gave maybe twenty thrusts and gave Liz a small orgasm with the jetting of his seed.

Liz only knew she was now being fucked in the more conventional manner, she was too abused there to recognize her most favorite length and just gave in to the knowledge that she was letting someone use her as, what did Ben say once, a cum dump! The orgasm was enough to give her a final satisfaction, and she was glad when, divest of all male or false appendage for the first time in twenty minutes, she was lifted to the sofa and a comfort she had not realized was missing. She switched off.

Liz stayed quiet under light picnic rug Carl had covered her with and let people leave. She soon heard them at the front door and raised herself to reclaim her glass and empty it. She was trying to keep some form of calm control, not panic at what she had allowed to happen.

'Do you mind if we get you naked and fuck you? No. No you don't mind? No I don't mind!'

Were those not the words that had been said? They gave her ample chance to stop it, but if she let the Doctor out of the chains and the box, would she diagnose addiction, or slut?

It had to be ignored for her own sanity. If she worked it all back far enough, it came down to who had told Luke she had the whole night free. Blame must not be awarded for fear of it's effect.

Luke and Carl saw Liz to the shower and Luke stayed until she was done. Toweled off, she was led to the room where just hours ago her night of sin had begun, and she slept like the dead beside Luke. No need of more tonight.

Next day she was tender, bruised maybe. Luke, with the propensity of youth was hard, and while she was still dozy, not fully awake, she allowed him to get her to stroke and pump his morning glory until he was ready, and then push her head down onto his tumescence for the finale, where she swallowed for him. And so the first of the memories were stirred, and quickly calmed to remain still for as long as possible.

Liz walked in through her own back door at around six. They had been late rising and Carl was all respectable and host like. All Liz's belongings sorted, Luke would take the yellow dress, and a brunch was eaten in the kitchen. Liz did not wish to see the filmed activity yet, and so when they set off home Luke was quite prepared to drop her off at home, or near it, and let her recover, in more ways than one.

She passed the phone base unit and saw a message was waiting. It was Paul. He would not be home tonight but would stay on and make up for missed visits. A rare but not unique occurrence.
Liz enjoyed a long hot bath, a glass of wine, and a meal, then had an early night. She slept well.

Monday. Doctor Liz was in command. In the surgery and organized well on time and ready for the first sufferer.

Age 29, plays sports, drives all day as a job but keeps fit. All this was on his notes but once the good Doctor had checked age and name, certain details of some patients she could recall.

"Hello, what seems to be the problem?" All business, life was back to normal and it was good.

"Hello Doctor, I've got a swelling!"

Who'd believe it?