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Chapter 27
The week after our trip to the beach with Jamal and Alex featured four consecutive nights where Amy ambushed me when I got home from work, demanding sex. She couldn't get the image of me sucking off Jamal out of her head. She asked me to describe how it felt to go down on another guy for the first time, and if we were fucking while I talked about it, my verbal description would send her into an orgasm.
The fact that Amy got so excited about it helped me to come to terms with what I did. I also had to admit after the retelling of the story that it had been exciting for me at some level. I started to care less about what other people would think of me if they found out, and that freed me to admit that while it happened, I enjoyed the same sense of power that some women describe when they give head to a guy.
Carol started coming to yoga classes again. She had a new piercing in her nose, and rather than a diamond stud in it, she wore a small ring in her nostril. She continued with the gothic makeup, and she seemed to be losing weight. In fact, she was becoming even skinnier than Amy.
The result was that although Carol was in her mid thirties, she looked a decade younger based on her appearance. She was also becoming something of an exhibitionist. She wore yoga pants with no panties, and during class she frequently got a very pronounced camel toe. Sometimes her clit piercing was discernable under the fabric, and my eyes nearly popped out of my head when she wore a nearly sheer pair of Lululemon yoga pants to one class.
After the class was over, Amy asked Carol if she realized that her pussy was on display, and Carol blushed. She confided in us that Brad made her wear the pants without underwear, and although she was mildly ashamed, she was even more turned on by the fact that Amy confirmed her worst fears.
Carol then told Amy that Brad instructed her to invite anyone who asked about her lack of underwear to meet her in the parking lot after class to confirm it. She basically had to fuck anyone who questioned her. She added that she wasn't sure, but he might even be outside waiting to see if anyone followed her out.
I could see from Amy's expression that she was torn between anger and arousal at what Carol was telling her. "How do you feel about that?" she asked Carol.
"I'm terrified, but my pussy is so wet I am afraid it's soaking through these damn pants."
Carol tried to laugh at her own joke, but it was forced. Amy wrapped her in a hug and said softly, "Why are you letting Brad do this to you?"
Carol returned Amy's hug briefly, then gathered herself, pushing away from Amy. "I am addicted to the feeling of excitement that I get with Brad. He might do anything with me, and he is always thinking up new ideas. We went for a walk in the park last weekend, and he made me wear a dog collar so he could lead me on a leash. Several people stared at us as we passed them, and I knew they realized I was his sub. It was humiliating and exciting at the same time. I could imagine them thinking, 'if she lets him do this to her in public, what does she let him do in private?
We were walking one of the wooded paths and there was no one close by, and he told me to take off my panties and carry them in my hand. A voice in my head was screaming 'NO!' even while I calmly peeled them down from under my short skirt and pulled them off over my sneakers. I balled them up in my hand and he said, 'hold the waist band with two fingers and let the panties dangle.'
We walked like that past several couples, and a family with small children. I couldn't make eye contact with any of them, though I could feel them staring at me. Then we approached a group of three young college guys, and I could see them staring at us from a distance and talking to each other. Brad saw them too, and asked me if he should let them fuck me. I panicked and begged him not to make me fuck them in the woods. I knew we would get caught, and I worried about being arrested and everyone seeing the story on the evening news.
I think Brad was seriously considering it, but he relented and said, 'you will have to make amends for disappointing me.' We passed the three young men, and they said hello. Brad tugged my collar, so I responded and smiled at the guys. They kept walking and I couldn't stop myself from looking back at them. They had stopped and were watching us. Brad acted as though he didn't see what was happening, but he was smiling to himself.
We went a little further and Brad suddenly led me off the path and into some mountain laurel. He told me that he wanted me to pee before we headed back to the car. I was so relieved that he didn't make me take on the three college guys, that I squatted right there and voided my bladder.
I was glancing around nervously and trying to hurry, so I didn't notice Brad pull his cock out of his pants until I looked up. He told me he had to pee too, and then started with his cock pointed right at me! I grabbed it and aimed it away, but some of his pee struck my arm and left thigh. When he was done he said, 'now clean me off.'
I had wiped myself dry with my panties, and started to use them on him, and he said, 'not with those filthy things, use your mouth.' I was humiliated, but very nervous, so I put my mouth on his cock and began sucking it clean.
Of course, he started to get an erection, and I realized when I looked at his face that I was going to have to finish him in order to get him to leave, so I went to work. He grabbed my head and started face fucking me, but I wanted him to hurry so I let him go and just held onto his hips.
I could feel him getting close and he gasped, 'You are doing a wonderful job, my little slut. Play with your pussy as I cum down your throat.'
He held my head against his crotch as he came, and I frigged myself silly using both hands. I wanted to cum so bad, and I was close when he said, 'Excellent work, even the three boys who followed us seem to be enjoying it.'
I came hard when he said that and almost bit off the poor man's cock . It would have served him right, though." Carol concluded with a wry smile.
"Jesus," gasped Amy, "did the three guys say anything to you?"
"They were watching us from the trail, and when I turned around to look at them after I came, they got nervous and left."
Amy seemed to make up her mind about what to do. "Everyone else is almost gone. Go to your car and wait for us. Leave your backpack here" She told Carol.
Carol nodded and left. I waited for Amy to tell me her plan.
"Can you believe how crazy Carol's relationship is with Brad?" she asked.
"What do you want to do?"
Amy gave me a quick grin. "I think I get to fuck Carol."
"What if Brad is out there?" I asked.
