. 11

Jackie never spoke to Alan of the bus trip and what he had done to her; she knew he would not have understood if she had asked for an explanation. Not that she needed one. He simply saw her as his do with as he wanted and he had decided to hand her round his friends as his gift.

He saw nothing wrong in this and he simply expected that she would do it and in all probability enjoy it. Nothing else would have crossed his mind. And she had enjoyed it, not the act, but what the act meant, it gave her the freedom from the sexual mores that bound her friends and peers, so she could not complain.

She had gone to Alan's to have sex. They had arranged it the day before when he had made her come in the corridor down the back of the pub by the toilets. He had taken her as she came out of the ladies, pulling her around the corner under a staircase before unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them and her underwear down to her knees and inserting two fingers inside her and quickly bringing her to a climax.

Once he was finished he unbuttoned himself and wrapped her hand around his dick. "I want to come," he said simply and Jackie had wanked him off until he came; her jeans and knickers still crumpled down around her knees. His sperm had splattered on the floor and down her leg.

Alan looked down and smiled, "Made a bit of a mess haven't you?" Without waiting for a reply or offering any help he quickly buttoned himself up and had turned to go. "Come round tomorrow about two." He said over his shoulder. "I want a proper shag. Need to see you naked," and without waiting for an answer he had walked off leaving Jackie to try and clean herself up and get dressed as best she could.

Letting herself into the house she walked in to his bedroom at exactly two o'clock the next day. He was sitting in the hardback chair waiting for her. He was listening to rock and roll on a little transistor radio which he kept on the dresser at the side of the bed against the wall and smoking a cigarette.

She sat down on the bed. He looked her up and down. "Get undressed," he instructed. Jackie looked at him but he obviously wasn't in the mood for small talk so she began to unfasten her shoes. Kicking them off she bent down and pulled off her socks.

She sat up and as she reached for the button on her blouse there came a soft knocking on the bedroom door. Jackie froze with her hand still on the top button and looked at Alan. He looked back at her and raised one eyebrow slightly, "Who is it?" He called.

"It's me." Sally's petulant voice came plaintively through the door. "Open up."

Jackie reached for her socks but Alan held up his hand much as he would stay a dog. Jackie hesitated and then sat back, her bare feet crossed nervously in front of her.

"What do you want?" He asked almost unconcerned, as if this was the most common event in the world.

"What the fuck do you mean 'what do I want'? I wana come in. Open the bloody door."

Alan sighed and stood up. With a deliberately casual slowness he crossed the room and opened the door. Sally almost fell in to the room in her hurry to enter. "It wasn't locked." He said.

Sally stopped short when she saw Jackie, immediately taking in her naked feet and the small pile of shoes and socks. "What's she doing here?"

Jackie got to her feet, "I was about to ask the same question" she said, amazed at her own bravery and she reached for her shoes and socks. Alan was across the room in two strides and he kicked the shoes and socks into a corner. Jackie straightened up in surprise and Alan pushed her hard, back onto the bed. "I'll tell you when you can leave." He said and turned to face Sally. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you." She said, looking around him and glaring at Jackie. "And by the looks of it it's a good job I did. What's that cow doing here?"

"I invited her." Alan said ominously.

"What for?"

"Because I wanted a decent fuck." He said deliberately as if he was talking to a rather slow child, placing an emphasis on 'decent' that Sally either missed or chose to ignore.

Jackie got to her feet again and turned to look for her shoes and socks. She was totally unprepared for the blow that sent her sprawling across the bed. Alan stood over her as she tried to gather her scattered wits, her hand pressed tightly to the side of her numb face. "I told you not to move." He said as the first flowers of pain began to radiate out from her cheek.

Tears began to flow as the shock of the sudden attack began to wear off. Sally began to laugh but Alan grabbed her by the front of her blouse and pulls her close, face to face, "What the fuck are you laughing at?" He hissed.

Sally put her arms up to protect her face, she had seen what had happened to Jackie and she had suffered the same herself on a number of occasions. She knew what Alan was capable of.

With a casual snort he pushed her away; she staggered a few steps backward and then fell, sprawling on the floor. Alan looked down on her and then suddenly he lunged forward. Jackie thought he was going to kick Sally and she cried out, obviously Sally thought the same and she scuttled backwards, crablike, until her back was against the bed. Wide eyed and scared she looked up at Alan as he towered over her laughing scornfully down at her cowering at his feet.

He stood between her legs and pushed her knees apart with his foot. The action caused her short skirt to ride up exposing her garter belt and stocking and a pair of white lace knickers.

Sally looked down between her legs, confused, until the realisation dawned; and realising that a safe and well travelled course of action was opening to her she began to smile slyly.

Alan placed his foot on her crotch and pressed, Sally laughed uncertainly, and tried to move his foot away with her hands. Alan slowly relented and stepped back a little. Sally knew better than to try and close them so she sat there, legs wide apart, watching him look down at the tightly stretched crutch of her lacy pants.

"Get up," he said eventually and she scrambled to her feet. He reached forward and casually pulled up the hem of her skirt to reveal the garter belt and stockings framing the pair of white lace knickers. "Take them off," he said pulling on the skimpy bit of white material and Sally quickly reached under her skirt and pulled her knickers down, unhooking and re-hooking the garters as she went; finally pushing the pants down to her knees.

She wriggled her knees and her pants dropped down to her ankles. She looked up at him before stepping out of them with one foot and the dramatically flicking them off to the side with her other. She let them lay where they fell, not trusting to put herself at risk by bending down to retrieve them. She watched Alan's face and correctly read the lust in his eyes and her confidence returned a little. Lust she knew how to handle.

She was glad she had worn the suspenders and stockings, she knew how much they turned him on and any advantage she could get was welcome when he was in one of these moods. Like this he was dangerous.

Alan moved forward and pushed her, she fell backwards onto the bed, landing across Jackie's legs. Jackie tried to extricate herself but Alan moved between Sally's legs and Sally immediately lay back to accommodate him, trapping Jackie's legs beneath her.

Alan pushed Sally's skirt up over her hips and Sally wriggled her hips to help him. Jackie watched in horrified fascination as Alan spread Sally's legs and then used his fingers to open her up. Sally in turn watched his fingers moving between her legs and she giggled in anticipation.

In one swift movement Alan pressed his fingers deep into her and with a sharp intake of breath Sally's head rocked back and her eyes closed. He turned his hand sharply and his fingers rotated inside her. Sally groaned at the harsh treatment but when Jackie looked she saw that a half smile played at the side of Sally's mouth. She was obviously used to such rough treatment and perhaps she probably enjoyed it.

Jackie watched with mounting unease as Alan continued to twist his fingers cruelly between sally thighs and in turn Sally squirmed on Jackie's legs. Jackie could not believe she was in this position and she tried to slowly move her legs from under Sally. Alan glanced up; Sally stopped gyrating her hips and followed his eyes.

"Keep still," he said to Jackie and she immediately froze, instantly regretting attracting his attention. "No one told you to move," he said and he looked at Jackie and then back at Sally. He roughly pulled his fingers from between Sally's legs and pulled her roughly to her feet.

Sally stood with her skirt still up around her waist. "Get my dressing gown off the door." He told her and Sally looked around as though confused until she spotted the old dressing gown hanging behind the bedroom door. She crossed the room and took the aging garment down from its hook, turning it in her hand as if looking for inspiration.

"Lock the door." He said and Sally pushed the bolt home, "I don't want any more interruptions."

Sally returned to the bed and Alan took the robe from her. He stripped the belt from the loops and he dropped the gown to the floor. Alan moved forward and climbed onto the bed. Jackie shrank back against the headboard, trying to make herself as insignificant as possible. Sally moved around the other side of the bed, a slight sickly smile of anticipation beginning to play across her face.

Jackie launched herself forward, making a bid to reach the door. Alan caught her by the back of her shirt and Jackie felt the material tear, the seams biting into her shoulders. He hauled her back with ease and with a casual movement he pushed her back on the bed.

Alan grabbed her by her wrists and despite her struggles he hauled her to up the bed like a sack of potatoes. "Help me with her." He said to Sally who leapt onto the bed and sat astride Jackie's legs. He looped the belt around her wrists and quickly tied them to the headboard. Jackie struggled ineffectually against the restraints as Alan sat back and looked her up and down. She could her Sally's inane giggling.

Alan casually lay down beside Jackie and brushed the hair from off her face. "Don't worry," he said, "no one's going to hurt you." He trailed his fingers down from her cheek, down the side of her neck and onto the front of her collar bone. Jackie realised that the top buttons of her blouse were missing, victims to Alan's rough handling.

Alan pushed the top of her louse open, exposing the beginning swell of her breasts. He moved his face closer, "This could be new for you," he said quietly. Jackie looked at him. "Something I probably never mentioned about young Sally here." Jackie's eyes moved to Sally who was sitting astride her legs, gently stroking Jackie's thighs through her jeans.

Sally smiled at her as if having just been introduced. "Sally swings both ways," Alan continued and Jackie looked back at him the import of his words lost on her. "She swings both ways," he repeated patiently. "She likes women as much as she likes men."

As if in confirmation Sally placed her hand flat on the front of Jackie's thighs and ran them up the front of her thighs to her groin and back again. Jackie looked from Alan to Sally and back. "Go on then, you know you want to," he said to Sally while holding Jackie's stare.

Crawling on all fours Sally moved cat like up Jackie's body to sit across her upper thighs. She smiled down on Jackie and licked her lips in a predatory fashion before reaching forward and taking hold of the bottom of her blouse with both hands she ripped Jackie blouse open with one quick movement. Jackie heard a button hit the floor. Alan laughed at Jackie's cry of surprise.

Sally pushed the remains of Jackie's blouse to each side of her body, laying her chest bare to her gaze. Sally inspected her skin, stroking her hands up the sides of Jackie's ribcage and across her stomach. "Nice bra," she said running her fingers under the strap, puling the material away her skin.

Jackie could feel her skin crawl at the touch, repulsed by the look in Sally's hooded eyes, reminding her of an alcoholic desperate for a drink. Sally looked around and then reached over and took a pair of scissors from the dresser to her side. Jackie's eyes went wide in fear and she tried to back away up the bed but both Alan and Sally held her. "Easy," he said, "she won't hurt you. "

Sally leaned forward and casually cut through the shoulder straps on Jackie's bra, smiling to herself as she did it. Finally she cut through the strap between the cups and the bra sagged open a little. Sally pulled the cups away from Jackie's beasts and then pulled the ruined bra out from under Jackie's body.

Holding it up she inspected it. "Nice bra," she said again. "Just the sort he likes," she said tossing the tattered garment at Alan who caught it and dropped it over his shoulder onto the floor without looking at it.

Sally was enjoying herself now; the attention was on Jackie and the danger seemed to have passed. Sally leaned forward and inspected Jackie's breasts. Alan watched impartially, unconnected, like a bored spectator at some country show.

With both hands Sally took hold of Jackie's breasts. "I somehow thought these would be better than this," she said squeezing them hard. "I thought you said there were good?" she asked Alan. He just smiled. She squeezed them hard again and Jackie winced in pain. "They don't look anything special to me," she said.

Releasing them she sat back and stared at the bare chested girl beneath her. She pulled hard on a nipple and Jackie cried out. "Good length nipple mind you," she said to Alan, discussing Jackie as though she was an exhibit at a show. Releasing the nipple she suddenly swung her hand slapping Jackie's breast hard. Jackie cried out in pain.

"Easy!" Alan warned, slightly raising his hand. Sally sat back smiling sweetly. Silent tears slowly rolled down Jackie's cheeks.

"Sorry," Sally said smiling down at Jackie. "Got a bit carried away. Your tits aren't really that bad." She reached out and caressed them, her fingers circling, gently pulling the nipples erect. Jackie gasped; the sudden mixture of pleasure and pain confusing.

Sally worked on Jackie's breasts for a minute or two, moving gently over her chest and rib cage. Jackie tried to ignore the growing feelings of pleasure Sally's hands were creating.

Sally shuffled backwards until she was finally sitting on Jackie's thighs. Taking the material in both hands she popped the button on Jackie's jeans. "Let's see what we've got in here shall we?" She said tugging the zip down. Jackie squirmed ineffectually as Sally began to work her jeans down.

"Take it easy," Sally said and slowly began stroking her fingers across Jackie's stomach, down between the open flies of her jeans. "You must be used to people undressing you," she said as she worked Jackie's jeans over the swell of her hips.

"When was the last time I saw you?" She continued, talking to herself as she undressed Jackie. "Oh yes! You were being fucked by half a soccer team. Surprised you bother with buttons and zips. Press studs would be easier for you wouldn't it? Less trouble to get off."

Jackie's jeans slid down to her thighs. Sally raised herself up a little and pulled them down underneath her before sitting back down on Jackie's legs. "Did you enjoy being fucked by a bus full of strangers? You seemed to enjoy it. I came back a few times to watch but you wouldn't have noticed, you were a bit busy entertaining the troops. I really enjoyed the bit when they came all over you, you looked quite good covered in spunk." Jackie glared back at her in silent defiance. Sally smiled sweetly again, knowing that she was scoring points.

"The knickers are a bit schoolgirlish aren't they?" Sally said running her fingers across the front of the plain white cotton pants she had just uncovered. Jackie tried to squirm away as if to protect herself from the invasive fingers. Alan reached out a with unconcerned casualness he took hold of Jackie's breast and moulded it to his hand.

Sally's tongue flicked across her lips as she looked at Jackie's nearly nude form beneath her. She continued to pull and the jeans slid down her legs, turning inside out as they were pulled off over her feet. Sally held the crutch of the jeans to her nose. "God what a stink," she crowed loudly for Alan's who laughed at the crude humour, "don't you ever wash?" she said and dropped the jeans on the floor.

Alan smiled indulgently at Sally and continued to fondle Jackie's breast. Sally watched his hand with malignant interest and quickly crawled back onto Jackie's legs, picking up the scissors again. Inserting a finger into the elastic at the leg at the front of Jackie's knickers she pulled the material away from her crutch.

She paused a moment to ensure that Jackie could feel her knuckles crease along the line of her sex before she cut through the material, cutting quickly across the crutch. The material sprang back to hang limply between her legs. "Oh dear," said Sally taking the useless piece of material between her fingers and flapping it. "Looks what's happened."

She flipped the flap back to expose Jackie's pubic hair, her sex somehow obscenely on view. "Guess these are not much use to you now are they? Don't seem to cover much." She cut up through the material again, cutting at the hips, watching the knickers fall away as the scissors did their work.

"Still, if you will buy cheap underwear... " she said pulling the shredded material out from under Jackie's bottom. "You should go to 'Marks and Sparks' you know. They do a much better range of knickers than this cheap crap" and she threw the remnants onto the floor.

Jackie now lay naked beneath her except for her blouse which Alan had pulled up her arms, out of the way. "That's better isn't it?" Jackie said, admiring the naked form beneath her. "Now we can see what we're doing can't we?"

Alan leaned close and placed his mouth close to Jackie's ear. "You are hating this aren't you? That's because you hate Sally not the sex." Jackie looked at him from the corner of her eye. He was too close for her to see him properly. Jackie was again disturbed by the fact that Sally's handing of her body, despite the roughness, had been able to turn her on. He was right; she loved the sex.

His hand still on Jackie's breast Alan looked over at Sally. "But she is beautiful isn't she?" He said to Jackie as if finishing a thought. He was watching Sally sitting on Jackie's thights, openly admiring the body beneath her. "Completely devoid of any finer feeling," he continued. "Quite the beast in fact. A little reptilian beauty."

"Take your clothes off for us Sally," he suddenly instructed and Sally sat back pouting, her eyes moving between Alan and Jackie's naked body. She slowly, reluctantly, moved back down Jackie's legs. "No. Wait. Show us your breasts first," he said, changing his mind. "Jackie and I would like to see your breasts," he paused before adding "we can already see everything else".

Sally looked down at her skirt rucked up around her waist, her wet and glistening sex clearly visible between her legs. She looked back up at Alan and smiled a sly, cat like smile, but did not move, toying with the danger of disobedience.

"I said shows us your tits Sally." His voice harder this time, stronger. Slowly and with a show of defiance Sally pulled her tight low cut jumper up and over her head. Her full breasts, constrained by her half cup bra, stood out proudly. She cupped her breasts in her hands and pushed them together, pouting at Alan, sure of her sexuality and it's hold over him but always wary of his quick and violent temper.

"Take the bra off," he instructed and Sally reached around behind her and her breasts fell free. She shrugged the bra free of her arms and Alan smiled. "Look at those breasts," he said to Jackie, who in truth could not take her eyes off them, "aren't they magnificent? They never moved when she took her bra off." Her breasts were indeed magnificent, firm and succulent, standing proud and high on her chest. Dusky pink areoles tipped by small pink nipples.