Consent 7

"Rachel, we've got company!" Scott called out as he rapped on the door and pushed it open.

"Oh! Give me a second!" Rachel squeaked from the hallway before scurrying to the bedroom.

"I told you she'd have to put on clothes," Scott said with a smirk as he led his best friend Wes, his wife Susan and their friend Greg into the apartment.

"I don't hear you complaining about your girlfriend running around in panties and a t shirt in the private!" Susan snapped, "You'd probably complain if she didn't!"

"Never said I had a problem with it," Scott replied with a grin, "I just said she'd probably have to put something decent when we came over and surprised her.

"Come on in!"

Susan shook her head in mock disgust, her long brown hair flowing down over her shoulders at the sudden movement but followed her husband Wes in.

"Damn, nice place, Scotty," Wes said in a deep baritone, "I was expecting the week old pizza boxes and empty beer bottles decor."

"How long have you lived here?" Greg asked as he followed Susan in.

"Almost six months," Scott replied with a nervous glance towards the hallway and the closed bedroom door.

"Nice, was it ha..." Greg began only to be interrupted by Susan.

"You're sure about this?" Susan cut in, all joking aside, "Absolutely sure?

"And I mean not only you but Rachel too?"

"Yea," Scott said hastily, "It's just like we talked ab..."

Scott broke off suddenly as the bedroom door opened and Rachel came hurrying down the hall.

"Why didn't you call and let me know we were having company?" Rachel demanded as the bedroom door opened and she hurried down to meet everyone.

Scott shrugged apologetically and tried to inconspicuously check out what his girlfriend... well, fiancé now that they had officially set a date, what his fiancé had hastily thrown on. Rachel glared at Scott for a moment with her right hand on her hip, her iridescent green Nike athletic shorts and off white tank top perfect for what Scott had in mind.

"This is Wes, my best from since Elementary School that I've told you about and his wife Susan," Scott said by way of apology, "And their friend Greg.

"They just got in from Boise and gave me a call."

"Don't try blaming you not calling on us!" Susan said and then smiled and walked over to give Rachel a hug, "I'm sorry we surprised you, but once Wes and Scott started talking they pretty much forgot about everything else."

"Yea," Rachel said with her own grin, "I've noticed that with Scott from time to time."

"You don't mind do you?" Wes asked as he reached out to take Rachel's hands and hold them in his own for a moment.

"Oh, god no, I've heard so much about you two growing up I feel like I already know you!" Rachel replied.

"It's all a damn lie," Wes hastily added, "The real culprit had red hair!"

Wes reached up to rub the large bald spot on top of his head with just a few remaining lonely strands of his once bright red hair still remaining as everyone laughed.

"I hope not," Rachel giggled, "I mean... did you really catch a bunch of baby snakes in a coke can and let them all loose in K-Mart?"

"Oh, my fucking god," Wes said while shaking his head slowly with his eyes closed, "Those garter snakes..."

"And you letting some of them out in the women's bathroom..." Scott added.

Greg burst out laughing while Susan glared at the two men.

"That's one I haven't heard before!" Susan said while still glaring between the two of them, "You know I HATE snakes!"

"Which is why you haven't heard it before," Wes replied before turning to Greg, "And this is Greg, another nerd who likes old school tabletop RPG's and Heinlein way too much for his own good."

"Hey!" Greg said as he reached out to shake Susan's hand.

"Ohhh, cool!" Rachel said with a smile, "I hope you guys can spend the night or maybe a day or two, we could get a campaign going and..."

"Rachel," Scott interrupted, his heart pounding in his chest and his voice breaking up now that the moment of truth had arrived.

"What?" Rachel asked with a perplexed look when she saw the odd nervous and excited look on Scott's face.

"Pineapple!" Scott said forcefully.

Rachel's expression quickly changed from perplexed confusion to wide eyed shock and then Wes and Greg stepped forward and seized her by her upper arms before Scott bent over to grab her ankles and the three of them easily lifted her off the ground.

"Scott!" Rachel shouted in shock, "What the fuck!"

Rachel began to struggle and twist while she was quickly carried over to the sectional while Susan following digging through her purse and taking out several lengths of gold jute rope as the men fought with Rachel.

"What the fuck are you doing, Scott!" Rachel nearly screamed.

Scott looked up into Rachel's angry eyes with a pang of doubt, stared into Rachel's eyes as she was tossed down onto the couch, nodded to Susan who looked at him hesitantly, and waited to hear Rachel speak one simple single word.

"Strip her," Scott said so that Susan reached up to the waistband of Rachel's shorts to pull both her Nike shorts and her panties off in a single motion.

"Scott!" Rachel shouted angrily and thrashed about on the couch, "What the fuck are you doing!"

Scott had to let go of one of Rachel's ankles to get her shorts and panties off and received a solid kick to his stomach while struggling to slip the clothes over Rachel's flailing foot. Susan managed to snare Rachel's foot and after only another moment Scott tossed Rachel's clothes to the floor.

"Ahhh, that hurt," Scott gasped while getting a grip on Rachel's ankles once more, "Tie her hands."

"You fucking son of a bitch what the hell are you doing?" Rachel shouted while Wes took both of Rachel's hands and stretched her arms out above her head while Greg had to nearly sit on her waist to keep her held down on the couch as she struggled.

"Pineapple?" Susan asked when she was sure she had caught Rachel's eye.

"Fuck you! What the fuck!" Rachel yelled at Susan while still struggling before returning her glare to Scott, "You let me go you son of a bitch, let me go RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"

Susan shrugged and then took the gold jute ropes and began to tie Rachel's wrists securely together.

"You're not going to do this!" Rachel screamed while Susan finished tying her wrists and then had Wes help to secure her arms outstretched over her head, "You can't do this!"

Scott stared down at Rachel as she struggled, her body already covered in a sheen of sweat as Greg got off her now that her arms were held in place above her head. Scott hesitated as he stared into his girlfriend's blue eyes, his best friends, his lover's beautiful eyes.

"Pine..." Scott began to say.

"Oh shut the fuck up and untie me you son of a bitch!" Rachel screamed, "I'm going to fucking cut your balls off and shove them down your god damn throat if you don't untie me!"

Scott chocked back a laugh and shook his head before nodding again to Susan who pulled Rachel's tank top and sports bra up and over her head until they were tangled around the ropes holding her wrists and Rachel was laying naked on the couch for everyone to see.

"Don't!" Rachel screamed, her breath coming in quick pants as she tried to break her ankles free from Scotts hold while trying to kick him at the same time.

"She's fucking hot!" Greg said as he reached down to run his hand over Rachel's sweaty stomach before trailing lower so that his fingertips grazed the crease of her sex.

"Little titties, but so nice and perky," Susan said as she pulled her own shirt over her head and then kneeled down to take one of Rachel's nipples in her mouth to suckle.

Scott watched for a moment enthralled at seeing a woman suck on Rachel's breasts and had to agree with Susan. Rachel was maybe a B cup and self-conscious about her chest, but she had beautiful dark areoles and nipples twice as large as the tip of a pencil eraser and just made for sucking.

"Don't, don't, don't don't," Rachel screamed, "Scott, don't!"

"Who's first?" Scott asked as he let go of Rachel's ankles to step back and unbuckled his jeans.

"You're fucking joking?" Greg said with a grin as he hastily took his camouflage cargo shorts and t shirt off, "You don't want to go first?"

"Na, I wanna watch," Scott said as he stroked his dick in his hands.

"Scott!" Rachel screamed, tears streaming down her checks as she pulled her legs up to her belly with her ankles interlaced to hold her knees tightly together.

"I'll go first," Wes said as he finished kicking off his jeans and walked around to stand beside Scott, "But how about we turn her over?"

"Going to have to, huh," Scott said and reached out to grab Rachel's ankles.

Susan sat up with a disappointed look from where she had been sucking on Rachel's erect nipples and burst out laughing as Scott had to dodge a flailing foot and nearly fell on his butt.

"You son of a bitch! Scott!" Rachel screamed as Scott stood back up and managed to grab hold of one of her ankles.

With Greg and Wes's help Scott managed to turn Rachel over onto her stomach, her slick, sweat soaked skin slipping beneath his hands as she continued to struggle until they finally had her positioned over one of the padded arms of the couch.

"Damn she's got a nice ass," Wes said as he stepped between Rachel's legs while avoiding a heel that she kicked up towards his crotch.

"Scott, please don't!" Rachel screamed, "Stop!"

Wes glanced at Scott who only smiled and nodded. Wes moved closer to Rachel's ass and used his feet to spread her legs apart and began to run the head of his dick up and down between her lips. Scott eyed Wes's dick a bit nervously and was reassured when he saw that they were both of a similar size but with Wes's glans more flattened a wider instead of the smooth nosed cone shape that Scott possessed. Rachel was letting out a continuous inarticulate scream while Wes was parting her, her thick, long lips glistening wet from her arousal and her clit a prominent smooth pink button that protruded from beneath her hood. With a final glance from Wes and nod from Scott Wes began to slowly slip his way inside of Rachel.

"Ahhhhh, fuck you bastards! What the fuck are you doing!" Rachel screamed as she struggled to twist away from Wes.

Wes grabbed Rachel's hips and forced his entire length into her and then began to thrust, each wet smack of his pelvis on Rachel's ass scooting the couch forward.

Susan glanced back at Scott who was still stroking his length in his hand and gestured for him to come over.

"Let's give pretty little Rachel a show while she gets fucked," Susan said as soon as Scott reached her, "Rachel, look!"

Rachel moved her head to the side from where she had had her face buried in the cushions to see Susan take Scott's entire length into her mouth before slipping him out.

"Ummmm, your boyfriend tastes yummy," Susan said while wiping saliva off of her chin, "I can taste his yummy precum already leaking from his dick!"

"Bitch" Rachel managed to gasp while glaring at Susan, "He's mi... oh, god, that's my dick you bitch!"

Scott tried not to grin at Rachel's sudden change of heart from him being a fucking asshole to now her owning his ass.... or at least his dick and bit back a groan when Susan took his length in her mouth again and began to slide him down her throat before pulling him almost all the way out. Rachel loved giving blowjobs, but her gag reflex always kept her from deep throating him and now the sensation had his legs shaking.

"Ohhh, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!" Rachel screamed with tears still streaming down her checks.

Scott couldn't help but stare as short, petite Rachel who might weigh 110 pounds soaking wet nearly managed to knock Wes who was easily twice her weight to the ground before he was able to regain his feet and grab more firmly onto Rachel's waist. Rachel's sweaty back arched up off the couch as soon as Wes began to thrust into her again only to have her eyes fly open in shock and fear that wasn't fiend at all when Wes smacked her ass with a loud crack.

"No hitting!" Scott quickly said, "No smacking, no spanking."

"Sorry," Wes grunted as he kept thrusting into Rachel.

"Fucking bastard," Rachel screamed, the look of panic being replaced by a look of rage, "You fucking cheap ass looser cuck! What are you fucking DOING!"

"She's got a mouth on her, doesn't she," Susan laughed when she took a moment to pull Scott's length out of her mouth and quickly stand up.

Susan hastily took her slacks and thong underwear off to be tossed onto the pile of jumbled clothes on the floor before kneeling and taking Scott's dick back in her hand.

"Come here Greg," Susan said while holding Scott's dick tight, "We can't forget about you, can we."

Greg hurried over to join Susan and Scott and then it was Scott's turn to watch in shock as Susan pressed his glans against Greg's before taking both men into her mouth.

"Ummmmmm," Susan hummed as her tongue glided over the heads of both men in her mouth.

Scott was secretly happy to see that Greg wasn't as large as he was but was still intensely uncomfortably aware that his dick was pressed against another mans.

"Ohhh, fuck that's hot," Greg said while watching Susan intently.

"Fucking faggot!" Rachel cried out while also watching Susan suck on both men, "Fucking dick, how the fuck did I ever end up with you you son of a bitch!"

"Ahhhh, fuck I'm gonna cum!" Wes suddenly announced with his hands still holding onto Rachel's ass as he thrust into her, "You want me to pull out?"

Scott wasn't sure who Wes was asking, Rachel, himself or maybe Susan but shook his head no, "Nut in her pussy!"

"SCOTT NO!" Rachel screamed and tried to twist away from Greg as he stiffened and thrust into her a few more times, "YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

"You're turn," Scott said with a glance at Greg.

"Fuck yea," Greg said with a grin and pulled away from Susan to hurry over to take Wes's place.

"Owwww, go easy!" Greg yelled when Rachel managed to kick him in the thigh only inches from his dick.

"Go easy!" Rachel screamed, "Go easy you fucking piece of shit!"

Greg used his legs to force Rachel's apart once more and quickly thrust into her, a wet slapping sound filling the living room as Wes staggered over.

"I told you she had a pretty sweet, tight little pussy didn't I," Scott said with a grin as Susan began to concentrate on Wes's semiflacid member.

"You fucking said what!" Rachel screamed, her sweaty body rocky in time with Greg's thrusts, "You fucking dick piece of shit!"

"I need some time," Wes said and pulled away from Susan's attentions to stumble over to a recliner.

"Ahhh," Susan said and then turned back to Scott's dick, "Do you want to fuck my face?"

"What?" Scott asked in surprise.

"Take my hair and fuck my mouth like you'd fuck that sweet little girlfriend's pussy of yours," Susan explained before taking Scott's entire length down her throat while holding eye contact with him.

"Ohhh, shit," Scott sighed and then reached down to entwine his fingers into Susan's long hair.

Scott began to thrust with Susan making a 'ungh, ungh, ungh' sound each time he did while saliva dripped from her chin.

Scott looked up at Rachel who had stopped yelling and lay panting with her eyes closed while biting the edge of her lip, her body rocking forward with each of Greg's thrusts.

"Ohh, god, I don't want to cum," Scott said and pulled his dick out of Susan's mouth as he felt himself getting close.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, shit!" Greg exclaimed as his body stiffened and he stood shaking for several seconds before pulling out of Rachel.

"Ohh, that was good," Greg exclaimed as he backed away.

"Let me suck you clean," Susan said as Scott made his way to the arm of the couch with Rachel still bent over it.

Scott didn't pay the least bit of attention to what Susan and Greg were doing as he gazed down at Rachel's shapely ass covered in a creamy white froth, her legs still spread open and her pussy gaping from having just had a dick inside of her. What really drew Scott's eye and held his complete attention was the thick stream of milky white cum flowing out of Rachel's gaping pussy over her prominent clit to drip down onto the floor.

"You fucking dick," Rachel finally gasped, "Look what they did! You going to be a cuck and get your sloppy seconds now too?"

Scott moved forward and let his glans slip between Rachel's lips before guiding himself up and down, the creamy silky smooth liquid pooling inside of her opening covering the head of his dick when he dipped inside of her before using his head to rub from her clit up to her asshole and back while her vulva squeezed down rhythmically. The view of Rachel's sloppy creampie was intensely erotic for Scott who had always enjoyed porn video's and pictures of the aftermath of a couple making love, the woman's pussy gaping and dripping with the seed of their lover.

Or lovers.

He even enjoyed having Rachel sit on his face after he had cum inside of her, loving the sight of her wet pussy while he devoured her, although with other men he was definitely going to forgo that little fetish today.

"I hope you like your last piece of ass you're ever going to have with me you fucking cuck!" Rachel sobbed.

Scott hesitated a moment, the doubt returning for just a second before looking down at the sight of Rachel's pussy with a thick stream of cum still flowing out of her body. Scott edged forward and then pushed fully into her body, his shaft gliding effortlessly into her hot, tight and very wet and well lubricated pussy.

"Ahhh, you feel so good," Scott said as he began to thrust into Rachel.

"I'm never ever going to forgive you you son of a bitch!" Rachel sobbed while at the same time beginning to move in time with Scott, to force her hips back in time with each of his thrusts so that his pelvis hit her ass with a wet smack.

"Ohhh, shit," Scott cried out accompanied by Rachel's moans as he watched his shaft covered in a white creamy lather plunge in and out of her body.

"Oh, god, yea... of fuck..." Rachel suddenly cried out, her back arching again at the same moment Scott felt her pussy clamp down on his shaft.

"Oh, fuck, Rachel!" Scott cried out, his thrusts faltering until he felt himself cum with spurt after spurt of his seed adding to the creamy mess dripping from his girlfriend's pussy.

"Ohhh, damn," Scott finally managed to say and then was surprised when Susan gently pushed him away.

"My turn big guy," Susan said with a grin and knelt between Rachel's thighs.

Scott could only watch as Susan reached up to pinch and pull on Rachel's large engorged lips that were covered in cum before she leaned forward and began to lick Rachel clean. Rachel gasped and stood on tiptoe, her entire body trembling as Susan sucked on her cum covered clit before lapping up the pearly liquid dripping from her body. Susan massaged Rachel's inner thighs while at the same time shoving her tongue deep inside of Rachel's still gaping pussy and even sucking on both of Rachel's lips that had been so thickly coated in all three men's seed.

"Ohh, god.... I can't, I... ooooohhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHH," Rachel cried out as her entire body shook like a leaf, "Crap, ohhh, I can't... pineapple! Pineapple! Oh fuck PINEAPPLE!"

Susan quickly sat back away from Rachel before standing up with a disappointed look.

"My bedroom," Scott said as he pointed down the hall and quickly walked to the front of the couch.

Wes, Greg and Susan all nodded and then hurried down the hallway to duck into Scott and Rachel's bedroom and close the door while Scott tugged on one of the ropes that instantly let Rachel's hands free. It took another moment to untangle Rachel's hands from her bra and tank top but in only a few seconds Rachel was able to roll over onto her back and collapse onto the cushions with her eyes closed.