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HARD LABOR
Chapter Six
“Hold it, a sec’, Ulrik.”
Steele was perched on the pillow, by Fern’s left arm. He smiled at everybody and pointed to the small sapphire engagement ring and a gold wedding band on her left hand.
“I think it’s time we removed these, don’t you all ?”
“Don’t want her being unfaithful with her wedding ring still on !”
He opened her palm and roughly tugged both pieces of jewellery off her finger.
“Anybody like sapphires ?” he asked.
“How much ?” Leonora asked him, quick-as-a-flash.
He grinned at his greedy ex. She’d been his girlfriend before Fern. But for some reason, he still got on well with her, and even Carrie liked her too.
“Here.” He said. “You can have it. It’s just a trinket.”
Steele’s lingering smile was directed at Fern as he tossed the pretty ring over. Then he glanced at Derek.
“And what about her wedding band ?” somebody asked.
Steele flicked it up in the like tossing a coin and caught it.
“We’ll keep this. Use it to make a padlock for his dick.”
People laughed. “Great idea.”
“Kept chaste by his wife’s wedding ring. Symbolic, huh ?”
“Hey !” Ulrik said loudly, impatiently. “Cut it guys, come on, I’m ready !”
*** *** ***
Fern watched in horror. She’d never studied anybody’s bottom, obviously, but she couldn’t imagine anything more gross. Her husband’s had been unwashed and sweaty, however that hadn’t been his fault. And at least his buttocks were trim and shapely.
But Ulrik was a big oaf whom she’d never liked. His backside was huge, white and spotty, with a trail of reddish hairs running along his crack. His testicles hung grotesquely down towards her.
Yet she was helpless. She cast her eyes around in panic and saw the circle of amused faces watching as his body descended. She felt his straggly hairs tickle her nose and inhaled his clammy odour as everything went dark.
“Mmmpff …” she gasped. “Mmmgghh.”
He lowered his full weight onto her. He was heavy and she couldn’t breathe.
She panicked. In the distance she could hear muted laughs and voices.
“Mmmgghwwaaa …”
Seconds passed. Her face hurt; nostrils squashed, chin and forehead crushed. But worst of all was a complete lack of oxygen. He had enveloped her nose and mouth. She tried to twist her face, to breathe, all to no avail. A drumbeat sounded in her head and she felt herself steadily drifting towards oblivion.
Then, suddenly, at last, he raised his body up a fraction, and she was able to suck in a small mouthful of pungent air. It was foul. But at least she could inhale.
Then the cycle repeated itself. His hairs tickled her nose, everything went black and she heard more laughter and talking. Long seconds passed while she couldn’t breathe, everything seemed to go quiet around her.
This time he kept her waiting even longer. She almost passed out.
“Lick me.” She heard him grunt, as he eventually lifted his bottom a mere inch off her face.
She barely paused. She gasped in a lungful of air and then stuck her tongue up between his cheeks. There were cheers and laughter around them. His internal scent stank like rotten eggs.
“Keep your tongue right up there.” She heard him say.
He lowered his hips again, sealing her face.
And she did exactly as she was told.
*** *** ***
Derek sobbed helplessly as he watched Ulrik astride Fern’s head.
Carrie’s shining eyes were fixed on his. He hated her. No, ‘hate’ was too mild a word. She was fondling his penis, keeping him hard throughout the ordeal.
“You enjoying the show ?” she whispered, arching one of her plucked eyebrows.
He shook his head manically.
“This says you are.” She looked down at his erection. Several people around them, women and men, were also grinning at his predicament.
“No.” he gasped, gulping a tear back.
She let go of his bobbing penis and licked his earlobe sexily.
“This is nothing. She murmured into his ear. “It’s going to get much, much more fun than this.”
*** *** ***
Fern sucked in air desperately, like a drowning woman.
Ulrik’s hands were kneading her breasts like doughballs as he peered down through his legs. He had sat down full on her face for a whole minute; the watching audience chanted down the final ten seconds.
Leonora leaned in, using her hands to wipe stray, damp hairs that had stuck to Fern’s slimy face.
“That’s it, dear. A few deep breaths. In …”
Fern own engagement ring scratched her cheek as Leonora used a finger to lift another hair.
“ … and out.”
“Please …” Fern whispered. “N … no more.”
“She says no more.” Leonora called out, grinning.
There were loud boos.
Ulrik winked down at her. “Then get her cunt ready !”
He plunged his buttocks back down with a squelch onto Fern’s face.
This time she almost blacked out. She stuck her tongue out for as long as she could, trying to please him, licking his backside. Meanwhile she felt numerous fingers probing between her legs, peeling her labia apart roughly, sharp fingernails pinching the protective hood of her clitoris. She tried to move her head, but the blackness and airless void slowly closed down her senses.
And then, suddenly, light and air, and she wheezed in ragged mouthfuls again.
It was several seconds before she realised that Ulrik was no longer atop her face. He was kneeling between her thighs, with twenty faces gathered around them both. Fern glimpsed Derek staring at her, his eyes brimming with tears, and she looked away.
Suddenly Steele’s face appeared next to hers, smiling. Even at this terrible moment, she realised how cruelly handsome the bastard actually was.
“This is it, Fern. You could have been satisfied with just one member of our gang. Me. Couldn’t you ? But oh-no. You had to fuck another one. Derek. Didn’t you ? Well …” his voice rose, “… why stop there now ? Why not fuck all the gang members too ? Ulrik and Terry.” He gave a sad shrug. “Hey. And why stop with them ? Why fuck just my gang ? You’re a decent enough piece of skirt. Fuck every guy in town.”
He nodded to Ulrik.
Fern groaned in pain and shock as hot, rigid flesh invaded her tight, semi-dry vagina. The lubrication from Derek’s tongue and penis had all but dried. She shut her eyes but couldn’t blank out the loud cheer. She felt Ulrik withdraw, frustrated by her lack of lubrication, and then slam into her again.
Thankfully, her body’s natural defence mechanism overrode her horror and within a few strokes she had loosened up. He plunged his full length in her until she felt his pubic bone slamming against hers, making her grunt and squeal.
“Eeeyh !”
“I’ve been waiting years to do this.” Ulrik hissed into her face.
“Well you won’t have to wait years for the next time, mate.” A voice said.
Fern turned her head and saw, to her disgust, Terry unbuttoning his pants. He’d always seemed the gentle one of the four; short, studious, with spectacles. But now his eyes looked hard and distorted through his strong lenses. He put his left hand behind her head and pulled her face towards his dripping, purple crown.
Fern had occasionally sucked on Derek’s cock in the past. It was not something she enjoyed, but she had done so because she loved him and she knew that like any man he’d enjoy it. It was part of their tender love-making.
But the situation she was now in was very different; tied down, naked, exposed and watched, simply being used. For a brief moment she tried to resist and turn her head away, but Terry grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, twisting it painfully.
“Suck it slut,” he hissed.
Fern opened her lips a fraction and he lunged forward and rammed his length right into the back of her throat.
She was unprepared for the quantity of translucent fluid that soon smeared her tongue.
He exhaled happily. “Mmm.”
“Suck him. Move your head.”
Now it was Leonora, issuing orders.
“This, bitch, is Lesson Two. How to look after two guys at once. I suggest you learn the lesson well.”
Another round of chuckles, comments, chinking glasses, lighting cigarettes.
“When do you plan Lesson Three, Steele ?”
“Not today.” Fern heard his voice. “But soon.”
*** *** ***
Carrie smiled knowingly at Derek.
“Don’t look away !”
Ulrik’s leg, thigh and buttock muscles clenched and relaxed, as he roared and threw his head upwards in orgasmic release.
“Watch it all going in.” she teased, her fingertips brushing Derek’s straining shaft ever so lightly. “Imagine that big load filling her right up.”
She had to keep him on the edge, but without cumming.
As Ulrik sagged, there followed a cry from Terry. “Yes … oh … yessssmmm.”
He was holding Fern’s blonde hair tight in his fist as he blew her a couple of jets in the mouth. Carrie watched Fern’s throat working, gulping, glugging.
“I knew your wife would find it easy to swallow. They all do. When there’s no choice.”
She enjoyed Derek’s expression of utter dismay at her words.
Meanwhile, Terry had wrenched Fern’s lips off his shooting dick as he continued to pump his final three stringier ropes across her face; spattering her nose, cheeks, chin and neck.
“Nice one.” Carrie called out to Terry. “You never disappoint, do you !”
The clamour and applause dwindled as the two men slowly pulled away. Ulrik clambered off the bed and started pulling on his clothes. Jill was holding them out for him. Terry somewhat sheepishly glanced down at the mess he’d made of Fern’s features. He stood up and tugged up his pants, giving everybody a grin and shrug.
“Ladies and Gentlemen.” Carrie called out. “Dinner is served !”
End of Chapter Six
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