The Perils of Pauline

I had a week off and this was my first day. It was a very pleasant spring day and I was already bored. Bored, bored, bored. My parents were at work, my boyfriend was at work, and I was currently stuck with a week off and so not at work. I was also starting to feel hungry but couldn't be bothered making myself a meal. The solution was obviously to take a stroll down to the village and grab something to eat at the café. It would also give me a chance to chat with a few friends there, as long as I didn't interrupt their work. If I was lucky one of the local shops might be looking for a part time worker.

The village was a couple of miles away by road but, and it was a big but, less than half a mile if you took the track down the mountain. Not wanting to use the car and far too lazy to ride a bike for a couple of miles I was going to simply stroll down the track. Fifteen minutes and I would be at the village and ready to eat.

I set off down the track. I'd only gone a hundred yards or so when someone appeared out of nowhere, right in front of me. I said something along the lines of, "Eep," and took a step back.

"Ah, Pauline," said Brett. "Did I scare you? Sorry. I didn't see you until I stepped onto the path."

"Not scared me so much as startled me," I said with a bit of a giggle. Brett was the local heart-throb, six foot tall, slender, blonde hair, and incredibly handsome. All the girls around dreamt about him. I had to admit that I was no exception, even though I had a boyfriend.

"Been a while since I've talked to you," Brett said. "You've grown quite a bit, and very nicely, I might add. How old are you now? Sixteen?"

"Get out of it," I said, giving him a small back-handed slap to his chest. "I'm eighteen now and I'm damned sure you know that."

"Oh, that's right. Almost my age. Keep growing and we'll soon both be the same age."

"Fool," I said, a giggle still in my voice.

"I should have realised how old you were when I saw how nicely you've developed."

To emphasise just how nicely I'd developed he reached out and bounced one of my breasts in his hand.

"Don't do that," I reprimanded, the effect being somewhat spoilt by me giggling some more.

"Okay," he said. "Ah, is this allowed?"

The rotten man reached over and bounced my other breast.

"No. You're not supposed to touch either of them," I informed him, feeling slightly breathless and still with a bit of a giggle in my voice.

"I just thought that as they were pointing at me they wanted my attention."

"They are not pointing at you," I pointed out.

"Um, yes, they are," he promptly contradicted. "See?"

He reached out with both hands this time, fingers pressing against my nipples, nipples which were making little tents on my blouse. Damn - of all the days not to wear a bra.

"That's just a reaction to you touching me in the first place," I quickly explained, at the same time hastily pushing his hands away.

"That's interesting," he said, all smiles. "So if I don't touch them they'll relax again?"

All I could do was give a nervous giggle. Him standing that close to be and trying to play with my breasts sort of had an effect on me.

"Anyway, I have to be getting on," I said, trying to sound firm.

"Plenty of time," said Brett. "I'm sure there's no great rush. I was just curious about something."

"What?" I was silly enough to ask.

"If your nipples would still react if instead of touching them with my hands I touched them with my eyes."

"What?" I asked a lot more loudly.

I should have been checking up on my blouse. Brett calmly pulled the two sides of my blouse apart, letting my breasts spill free. I hadn't noticed that when he handled my breasts he'd also flicked some buttons open.

"Brett!" I exclaimed, finding my giggles were once more getting the better of me.

I grabbed at my blouse to do it up. Brett had other ideas as he grabbed at my wrists. I missed and he didn't. He held my hands away letting him look his fill at my breasts. Even if they are my breasts I have to say that they're a very nice pair. Plump, nicely rounded, and nicely shaped, each one more than a handful for Brett. Also with nipples that were nicely erect, not that I wanted then to be like that just then.

"Are you going to insist on hands off?" he asked and I quickly nodded.

"Okay. If that's what you want."

He pushed my hands behind my back which had the side effect of moving me closer to him.

"Look, ma, no hands," he said with a mocking grin, and his mouth closed over a nipple.

I couldn't even push him away, what with my hands held behind my back. Just saying stop that achieved nothing. The only reason he stopped suckling on my nipple was because he wanted to change nipples.

When he finally stopped my nipples were red and wet and my breasts felt plumper than ever. I was prepared to swear that I'd just gone up a full size.

"If you don't mind?" I said, somewhat breathlessly, trying to pull away from him.

"If I don't mind what?" he asked.

"I'd like to do up my blouse again."

"Oh, in that case I do mind. I'd like to take a picture of you just the way you are."

"What!? Not happening," I said very emphatically.

"Oh, I realise that. I just said I'd like to take a photo."

He released my hands, his own hands dropping down still around me, stopping at waist level. Hands on his chest I tried to push him away.

"God, you're just a big lummox," I snapped. "Move."

"But I like looking at you," he protested, "and I love the feel of your skin."

My eyes opened wide at this point because his hands were feeling my skin where they should not have been feeling my skin. I was wearing a light pair of tracksuit pants with an elasticized waistband. His hands had slipped inside the tracksuit pants and, if that wasn't bad enough, inside my panties, and the skin he was feeling was my bottom.

"Stop it. Hands out of my pants. Now."

"If you insist," and I felt relieved at his easy capitulation. I guess I was a trifle naïve. His hands came up until his thumbs were clear of the waistband and then his hands went down again, his thumbs now hooked over the waistband. My tracksuit pants and my panties (let's not forget my panties) went sailing down and I was too slow to grab them.

So there I was, blouse gaping open and breasts on display while my tracksuit pants and panties were hovering somewhere around my knees.

"What do you think you're doing?" I demanded, still being a little on the naïve side.

"Ah, Pauline, in case you haven't worked it out yet I'm seducing you. Very shortly you'll be lying down with your legs spread while my cock gets a lot better acquainted with you. If you don't believe me consider this."

He took my hand and pressed it against his groin and I found my hand closing around his erection. I hastily snatched my hand away again.

"You are doing no such thing," I protested.

"How do you propose to stop me?" he asked. "I mean, you're already effectively naked. I'm already half way to my goals."

"Not happening," I insisted and then gasped as his hand brushed over my mons and between my legs, rubbing against my vulva. I gasped again when his fingers slipped inside me, rubbing and probing.

"Did you know that most men think the clitoris is around here," he said, rubbing me, "but it's actually here." When he added that last bit he moved his hand touching me somewhere else and I had to admit that he was right. I let out a small scream at the feel of him touching me in such a sensitive spot.

He let me go for a moment and his trousers and jocks descended. His erection was standing proud and he had quite a bit to be proud of.

"Don't you dare touch me with that," I gasped out, unable to take my eyes off it.

"Don't be a wuss," he said. "Now be a good girl and lie down there."

He indicates some grass to the side of the path. How nice. I wasn't expected to get down in the dirt. Didn't matter. I wasn't getting down on the grass, either. I simply glared at him and he smiled.

I don't know quite how he did it but he took hold of my arms, seemed to lift me slightly while pushing, and then I was falling, only to be laid on the grass in a careful manner. He pulled my tracksuit pants and panties further down so they finished up around my ankles. Then he pushed my knees apart and lifted them, leaving me presented to him.

He knelt between my thighs, his erection hovering over my vulva in a most threatening manner. I promptly covered myself with my hands and he laughed at me.

"Don't be silly," he chided me. "We both know it's going to happen and you know you don't really mind. Now be a good girl and steer me into place."

I admit that I was excited and didn't really mind. It wasn't as though I was a nervous virgin and Brett's erection was teasing me just waving about next to me. That didn't mean I couldn't make him work for it if he really wanted to do it.

"Not happening," I insisted.

"Hmm. What if I put you over my knee and spank you until you agree?" he asked.

Oh my god. My excitement increased at the thought. What would it be like to be spanked and then roughly fucked? I found I was breathing slightly harder. Brett started laughing.

"Oh, that appeals to you, does it?" he asked, and I blushed furiously.

"No," I snapped, and he laughed again.

"Could have fooled me," he said, "but we won't do that this time. Now be a good girl and do your duty."

With that he pulled one of my hands away from where I was protecting myself and wrapped it around his cock.

I sighed and capitulated. It was going to happen, that was for sure, and I was certainly ready for it. I eased my lips apart and delicately directed his cock into position.

That was all the go-ahead he required. He simply thrust into me, impaling me with that first movement. He held himself deep inside me for a moment, and then started moving, slowly, almost languorously, simply enjoying the feel of his cock rubbing against me. For my part I found myself responding the same way, just moving with him, no urgency required, just a sensuous pleasure as he had his way with me.

This type of sex just seems to go on and on, pleasure being given and taken. It doesn't last, of course. You reach a certain point and Mother Nature (baser instincts) takes over. Brett started driving in harder, faster, his hands firmly rubbing my breasts as he started to move with purpose. I naturally responded in the same way, thrusting myself up to meet him, relishing his domineering attitude, his mastery of me.

This stage didn't last nearly as long as the first stage. My arousal was complete and it was just a matter of time. The same applied to Brett. When he started his end run I was well and truly ready, climaxing rather noisily, sensing him doing the same (just not as noisily).

I finally tidied up my clothes, giving Brett rather repressive looks. He had had no right to jump me that way and I told him so. Did he care? Did he what!

"I'm sorry," he said, all tongue in cheek. "What's the correct way to jump you? Let me know and I'll make sure to observe the protocols next time."

I just tossed my head and stalked off, continuing my trip to the village.

- - -

It was day two and I was heading down to the village again. It wasn't that I really needed anything, but I was bored by myself and I could pick up a couple of minor things while there.

I strolled down to the village, keeping a close eye out for Brett but he wasn't around. It turned out I should have been keeping a close eye out for the Jameson brothers. They intercepted me just short of the village, and it was a strange encounter. Jimmy stepped up behind me and grabbed hold of my arms before I knew he was there. I froze for a second and Adam stepped in front of me. That's when it got strange.

Neither of them said anything. Adam simply reached up my skirt and yanked my panties down. He didn't try to grope me or lift my dress to look at the goodies, just pulled my panties down and yanked them right off and stuck them in his pocket. With that Jimmy let me go.

"Give those back," I demanded, holding out my hand.

Adam just smiled, shook his head, and the pair of them walked off. I was going to have to go to the village commando or go home. I went to the village, purchased the items I wanted, and started home again, fuming. I did not buy any panties. I simply refused to. I had plenty at home and I wasn't spending my money just because the Jamesons were a pair of clods.

Heading home I got past the point where the Jamesons had intercepted me earlier and relaxed a little. I relaxed a little too soon. There's a point on the trail where it reaches the river right at the bend of the river. The river curves away in one direction and the trail goes in the other, heading up into the hills. That's where Adam and Jimmy were.

I was going to just totally ignore them as below contempt but they had other ideas. They moved to intercept me, smiling away and ignoring my scowls.

"Pauline, we need you to settle a little bet for us," Adam said.

"Whatever it is you both loose," I snapped.

"Not possible. It's a simple yes/no answer. I said no and Jimmy said yes. I can see you're dying to know the question. It was did you buy new panties or not?"

I just gave him a nasty look, not deigning to answer the question. Adam just continued smiling. Then the rotten sod grabbed my dress and lifted it high, showing that I hadn't bought any panties. I hurriedly pushed my dress back down where it belonged, giving out with some killer looks.

"I win," said a smug Adam. "And now for the double or nothing question."

While I'd been watching Adam his rotten brother had been sidling up to me. Now he suddenly grabbed my arms again, holding me still. This time Adam not only lifted my dress but slid his hand between my legs, feeling me up.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing," I yelled at him.

"Checking the second part of the bet, namely did you get turned on by walking around the village commando? Again I went with yes and again it seems I was right."

I had to reluctantly admit he was right. Walking around without panties had been stimulating, especially when I'd been talking to any of the men. A couple of times I'd wondered how they'd react if they knew I was standing there without panties. I'd just let my imagination run free and I'd got myself aroused, which Adam now knew, seeing his fingers were poking me in a very intimate place.

I was relieved when he stepped back and puzzled when he indicated the boulders scatter by the side if the river.

"Ever wonder where these boulders come from?" he asked.

"Der. They come down in the spring flood," I pointed out, "and get dumped here as the river changes direction. The next spring flood will probably leave some more and take some of those away."

"Right on. See that one? Guess what's special about it."

"Nothing that I can see, apart from being smoother than most."

"That it is but best of all is its height."

"Its height?"

"Sure. Take a look."

Adam hustled me over to the boulder and then turned me so my back was to it. "Observe," he said, pushing me back to I was lying back against the boulder.

"See. Just the right height for this," he said, dropping his trousers.

Frigging Jimmy had hold of my wrists again, holding me against the boulder. Adam simple lifted my dress again, pushing my legs apart. It turned out he was quite right. I was at the perfect height for him to just move closer to me, his cock slipping quite smoothly into me.

Adam's hands closed over my hips and he held me firmly as he just started fucking me, and that was what he was doing. Fucking, not making love. He pounded away quite energetically, having a fine old time. Once he got a decent rhythm going I found myself responding, moving with him, my movements probably as energetic as his but I'm sure without the same enthusiasm.

Jimmy wasn't idle while Adam was in action. He was pulling my dress higher, high enough that he had it up under my armpits. Then he grabbed my bra and dragged it up as well, popping my breasts free.

"Thanks, bro," grunted Adam, his hands immediately closing over my breasts, massaging them roughly.

I was, of course, squawking and protesting, not that it bothered Adam at all. He just kept right on going. He was starting to make me nervous. He was going at it so hot and heavy that I suspected that he wouldn't be able to keep it up long enough for me to climax.

I was right, the bastard. He suddenly groaned and then he was jerking about, his own climax being more important to him than anything his victim might feel.

"Not bad, eh?" he said to me he withdrew and I was too irritated to answer.

That's when frigging Jimmy got into the act.

"Okay, turn over," he said, yanking me to my feet and turning me around. I was now facing the rock and Jimmy pushed me forward so I was bent over it. Now it was a case of him sliding into me from behind, his arms going around me, his hands closing over my breasts.

Jimmy, it turned out, was quite willing to take his time. He started thrusting into me at a steady pace, his hands squeezing my breasts in time to the way he was taking me. I had to admit that having him take a nice even pace right from the start made it easy for me to move with him, my bottom pushing back and lifting as he thrust home. I idly wondered what I looked like, bent over a boulder, my bottom bouncing up and down as Jimmy took his turn.

Jimmy had one thing going for him - Adam had got me all aroused and ready. It wasn't going to take all that much effort on Jimmy's part to bring me to a climax. Whether he was ready for it when it happened was another question entirely.

He kept going, slowly building up his enthusiasm, not realising that my enthusiasm was peaking and I was past ready. I climaxed, totally unexpectedly to Jimmy from his reaction. I had a very satisfactory climax and found myself coming slowly down from it. For his part, Jimmy struggled manfully onward, but without that extra verve that would incite me to climax a second time.

Jimmy finally shot his load and pulled out and the brothers walked off, taking shots at each other.

"I made her orgasm," I heard Jimmy sneer, "which is more than you did."

Adam's reply was rude but it certainly cemented my desire not to be alone with him any time soon. Or at all.

I tidied my clothes and headed on home.

- - -

It was day 3 and it was a case of to hell with the village. I decided to go for a hike up into the mountains. I traipsed off, heading up. After I'd gone about a mile I came around a bend and there was a band of yellow tape across the path with keep out notices dangling from it. I was irritated. This was public land. They had no right to fence part of it off.

I was about to duck under the tape and keep on going when this deep, growling, voice spoke to me.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you, little lady," it growled and I looked around to see who had spoken.

This man, someone I'd never seen before, was approaching the path through the trees. He was huge. Well over six foot tall and I hated to think how much he weighed. He looked as though he'd been chipped out of granite and let loose and he had all the muscles need to carry that monstrous size.

I indicated the tape with a quizzical look on my face.

"They're doing some selective tree thinning and no-one is allowed up. There's too much danger from falling branches and dropped trees. They'll be at it for another few days. Sorry."

"Why are you here? You don't seem to be cutting down trees or anything," I grumbled.

"I'm on lookout duty for a while, keeping little twits from barging up and getting killed. Do you know how much paperwork we have to do if someone gets killed?"

"No. How much?"

"Lots," he said. "It's a lot easier to make sure no-one puts themselves in that position."