I was eighteen, and it was six months after I had enjoyed my first sexual encounter with my two male friends, Andy and Nick. It had been a busy period as I prepared to head out to University, and they both started work.
‘You be a good girl,’ Andy told me one evening as the three of us sat distractedly watching television with nothing on. They enjoyed kissing and canoodling my breasts while ensuring with their fingers my pussy was not left out. My part in the proceedings was to play with their balls and continue to massage their rock-solid endowments.
‘When you shortly leave for University,’ Nick told me, ‘Be sure you don’t go messing with any strangers.’
‘Now, wouldn’t that be fun,’ I replied naughtily.
‘What do you mean by that.’ Andy questioned.
‘All those handsome hunks all my age and all like me away from home,’ I teased, ‘I think I’ll be having a lot of fun.’
‘Would you like to have sex with strangers?’ Nick enquired as he stopped kissing my breasts.
‘Of course,’ I answered, continuing to wind him up,’ I want three handsome hunks all from Scotland, all slightly older than me and all with experience so I can learn a few things.’
‘All from Scotland?’ Andy laughed, ‘That will be a tough ask, seeing as you are going to University in England!’
‘I can dream, can’t I?’
‘Dream on, Rachel, dream on,’ Nick laughed.
‘But, seriously,’ Andy enquired, ‘Would you really want to be taken by strangers, guys you have never met?’
‘Absolutely,’ I enthused, laughing and continuing to lead my friends along, ‘Can’t think of anything more exciting.’
The conversation ended as the three of us returned to our television watching and other activities, and I never thought anything more about it.
A month later, while we were at a shopping outlet a little along the M8 from my home town of Edinburgh, the subject was raised again.
‘Rachel,’ would you still want to be done by complete strangers?’ Nick asked casually as he sought to look interested as I lifted clothes off the rack and held them up for closer inspection.
‘Of course,’ I laughed, ‘I told you before.’
‘Seriously?’
‘I think I’d look super cool in this dress,’ I cooed as I held a bright yellow, flowery, short-sleeved dress against my body.
‘Would you wear that to meet the strangers?’
‘It’s so nice and feminine I’d wear it to meet anyone,’ I explained.
‘Rachel,’ Andy asked, his tone of voice receiving my undivided attention, ‘How would you enjoy some real fun next Saturday?’
‘Okay,’ I smiled, ‘Are you going to take me shopping in Glasgow?’
‘No,’ Nick responded, ‘To meet three strangers in the hills.’
My face froze in a mask of horror.
‘All three are mid-twenties, from Scotland and good-looking,’ Andy concluded jauntily.
‘What?’ I asked a little too loudly, causing one or two other customers to look in our direction.
‘Just what we said,’ Nick answered.
‘But… But… I was only joking,’ I spluttered.
‘We don’t think so. We think that was a deep-seated desire of yours,’ Andy explained, ‘And we’d like to make it happen.’
We left the dresses and ventured out onto the concourse where there weren’t so many prying eyes and ears.
‘What do you think? Nick inquired.
‘I’m not sure,’ I stammered.
I did not want to confess that I had often dreamt about such an encounter. I had laid awake imagining a scenario where I met three or four good-looking guys who wanted to do nothing else than pleasure me all day. In my mind, I had always met these sexy hunks in Princess Street Gardens beneath our famous castle. That seemed a romantic place to hitch up as I was not and still aren’t a great clubber.
‘We can arrange it for next Saturday, and we’ll come with you,’ Nick enthused.
‘We will only be watching, though,’ Andy explained.
‘What would I have to do?’ I asked as we stopped walking and stood staring at each other.
‘Meet them, chat them up and get your kit off so they can… You know!’
I did. Fully.
‘But I’ve never done anything like that before,’ I explained. ‘I’ve only ever had sex with you two and one other.’
‘You’ll be great, and they are all really delightful guys. We know them all.’
I was so young and so inexperienced that it took a while before I could fully comprehend what I was being given the opportunity to achieve. The next day, having become wet overnight at the prospect, I agreed.
And so it was that the following warm but breezy Saturday, we found ourselves in Nick’s car being driven into the area known as the Scottish borders so I could have sex with three strangers. I was nervous as a kitten.
The place to meet was about two miles along a public footpath, and Andy had chosen it because he was a keen walker and Munro bagger. A Munro bagger is someone who attempts to scale all Scotlands peaks over three thousand feet in height. He knew these paths and hills like the back of his hand. He also knew where we were going was quiet, remote and had a small tarn (lake) that could increase our fun.
I was dressed, as requested, in a short-sleeved blue blouse with a lowish neckline and a red knee-length flouncy skit. Neither was suitable walking clothing, and I looked a total idiot in this outfit with my walking shoes on my feet. I also slipped on a light blue cardigan for a little extra warmth as we started the walk to the meeting place.
As we ascended, the breeze lifted my skirt, presenting an eyeful of my long legs and occasionally my lacy white knickers to my two companions. I had quite a task keeping the wretched thing under control.
Just before coming to a fork in the path, we met an older couple who must have been out bright and early as they descended towards us. Almost as we drew level, a gust of wind caught my skirt and blew it almost inside out, leaving very little of my lower half to the imagination.
‘Oh dear,’ the man said with an embarrassed smile.
‘Not the right gear to wear walking on a day like today,’ his wife commented sympathetically.
‘No,’ I replied, acutely embarrassed as I walked past, attempting to regain some dignity, ‘It was a big mistake.’
‘We did tell her that trousers were better for hill walking,’ Andy added naughtily, ‘But she wanted to wear that. What can we do?’
His remark brought a look of bewilderment to the couple as they passed us.
‘Enjoy your walk,’ the man said with a cheerful wave. If only they knew the real reason we were climbing the path this lovely Saturday morning.
As we warmed up, I took my cardigan off, and Nick stuffed it into his rucksack.
After an hour’s uphill walk, we came to an area where Andy turned off the main track along an almost indistinguishable path that led through an area of pine forest to a clearing just above a small corrie — the Scottish name for tarn.
Three men were sitting on the ground, looking across the corrie as though they owned the place.
‘Okay, Rachel,’ Nick said, ‘There are your men. Go and enjoy yourself.’
I suddenly felt fear and panic grip me as my mouth went dry and my legs turned to jelly.
‘Are you not going to introduce me?’ I asked sheepishly.
‘Then they wouldn’t be strangers, Rach,’ Andy replied. ‘No, this is one walk you will have to do on your own!’
‘We will be here, or we may come a little closer to watch the action,’ Nick added to encourage me. ‘Now off you go.’
Andy then handed me the rucksack he had been carrying and assisted me as I lifted it onto my back. I had no clue what it contained but guessed it would have something useful for my venture.
Slowly I set off down the narrow sloping path towards the corrie where the three strangers sat still, seemingly oblivious to my presence. Every few meters, I stopped and looked back toward my two friends, who kept urging me toward my goal.
I could feel the goosebumps of anxiety rising up my legs and neck as I slowly and cautiously descended towards the three strangers. Similarly, as I got closer and saw that the men waiting to debauch this eighteen-year-old slut were all rather good-looking, the area between my legs began to moisten.
‘Hello,’ I called out as breezily as I could as I drew closer, ‘much happening?’
None of the men moved or acknowledged that they had heard me. I felt that our initial meeting might prove to be a challenge.
‘Room for another to join you?’ I asked as I finally reached the bottom of the path and walked along the shore toward them.
‘Hello,’ one said, acknowledging my presence for the first time, ‘yes, we have room if you want to join us.’
I sat on a blanket between two men, raising my knees and deliberately allowing my skirt to drop to my waist, exposing my long legs to their gaze.
‘Nice legs,’ one commented as he looked fixedly in my direction.
‘Veeerrrrryyyy nice,’ another added, emphasising his apparent pleasure at what he saw.
‘How old are you?’ the third added.
‘Eighteen.’
‘Ummm, lovely,’ he replied.
‘When roses are red, they’re ready for plucking. When girls are eighteen, they’re ready for fucking,’ another added poetically. ‘Are you ready, lassie?’
I confess that I wasn’t too sure that I was, but I had agreed to be here halfway up a hill to be the object of desire for these three young men, and I had no intention of chickening out.
‘What have you got hidden under that blouse?’ I was asked.
‘Not much,’ I confessed honestly.
‘Can we see?’
I nodded and sat up, allowing them to undo the buttons and slip my top down my arms to reveal my bra.
‘Looks interesting,’ one said as he stood back to admire his work.
I stood up, still holding my open blouse around my elbows, to allow the three easier access to the clip on my bra. I placed my hands on my hips partly to prevent my blouse and bra from falling away completely and also to stop my hands from shaking due to my nervousness.
As the clip was undone and the bra straps gently removed from my shoulders, it lightly fell to join my blouse supported on my wrists.
‘Sexy tits,’ one commented.
‘Hairy too,’ another added, ‘that makes them even hotter.’
‘Another couple of cups larger would have been preferable,’ the third added rather morosely, ‘however they are definitely worth more than a nibble.’
As I stood topless before three strangers, all six years older than me, I felt his statement was a little underwhelming.
‘What’s the lower half like?’ I was asked.
I knew I was very moist between my thighs and was trying very hard to keep from trembling in anticipation of what lay ahead.
‘Take a look,’ I replied cheekily, ‘If you want to see what you might be letting yourself into.’
I remained fixed to the spot, still supporting my blouse and bra, which were both lifted to allow the clip to my skirt to be undone and the zip to be lowered.
The skirt dropped away, leaving me standing on a Scottish hillside, beside a cold dark tarn, with three men I had never previously met wearing just my knickers.
‘She’s hairy and natural,’ one enthused as he looked me up and down from the front.
‘She’s wearing a sporran between her legs,’ another jested.
‘Dreams do come true,’ the third added, his eyes fixed on the area of my untrimmed pussy. ‘I love a full hairy muff. It makes a woman a woman. Can we have a clearer view?’
I nodded my consent, feeling that when my knickers were removed, I might well wet myself in relief and excitement. I just wanted to get on with the action and do what I had walked two miles to do.
As my knickers were pulled down, I let my blouse and bra also fall to the grassy floor so that the lads could now view my naked form from head to ankle as I still wore my walking shoes.
‘Seeeeexxxxxxyyyy!’
‘Smoking hot.’
‘Perfect.’
The goods I had on offer seemed more than acceptable to those with me once I was naked.
‘Can we fuck you?’ one of the three asked pleadingly.
‘I think that is why I am here,’ I responded, at last, losing control and shivering in the wind. The next thing I knew, my shiver had become a full-on orgasm as I stood while a volcanic-like feeling erupted from me internally, causing me to gyrate and groan in the enjoyment of ecstatic pleasure.
‘Whoa,’ one of the onlookers said as he tried to extricate his manhood from the confines of his jeans. ‘You’re sizzlingly hot, and we haven’t even touched you yet!’
‘Come on,’ one of his friends said, ‘I can’t wait any longer.’
He took my hand and almost dragged me to just inside the pine forest, about twenty meters away, where camping mats covered by a thick blanket lay prepared on the ground.
All three young men helped me into position on my back before they quickly prepared to take me missionary style. I opened my legs for the first to enter, but he hesitated before going to a rucksack and grabbing a tube of lubricating jelly.
‘You won’t require that,’ I laughed somewhat anxiously.
My first entrant dropped it and dived onto me as though I might suddenly disappear as quickly as an Irish Leprechaun, his cock sliding effortlessly deep into my dripping cunt as his lips met mine and his hands roughly grasped my breasts.
I wrapped my legs around him to pull him deeper and tighter inside me and responded to his ministrations by trying to roll him over so that we both reacted as roughly and excitedly as we could. He pumped away in reckless abandon while our tongues entwined in a long, wet, passionate french kiss.
Suddenly his body went rigid, and he grunted loudly like some wild animal caught in a trap as he pumped me full of his cum.
No sooner had he lifted himself off me than a second naked male body took his place to use me as his cum dump.
Once again, I wrapped my legs around the newcomer who was more interested in kissing and biting my breasts than my mouth as he rhythmically thrust deep into my already stretched pussy. With effort, I managed to get on top of him so that as I slid my body along his solid shaft, I could tantalise him by dangling my tits over his mouth, which he sucked as though they were a baby’s bottle.
Suddenly with great force, he rolled me off the blanket onto the forest floor, holding me tight as he jettisoned his load of cum deep into my expectant pussy. He collapsed onto my body and remained painting for a couple of minutes before he was hauled off me by the third and final man who had waited patiently for his turn.
I was allowed to shuffle back onto the blanket-covered mats before again opening my legs to invite him to come in. It took no second bidding to get him to position himself and take full advantage of the young would-be slut available.
For the third time in half an hour, I was being pounded by rock-hard manhood desiring to relieve itself within my young and inexperienced body. This time as I attempted to hold him tight and deep by wrapping my legs around his bum, I realised that along with his deep and powerful thrusting, I was beginning to experience another sensation that was nothing to do with him. A cauldron of emotion within me was about to burst out in the second orgasm of the day. It seemed to occur in a forceful wave just as his body stiffened, and he grunted in satisfaction as he fired his load among the deposits left by his friends.
My climatic ecstasy seemed to catch him unawares as it took him a little while to grasp that I, too, was in a state of sexual fulfilment.
As he clambered off me, looking at me with an intense smile of satisfaction, I collapsed back onto the blanket breathing heavily and sweating profusely despite the cool breeze blowing into the forest from across the tarn.
‘Fuckin great,’ he said contentedly as he rose to his feet.
‘Nick and Andy told us that you could fuck, and by jings, they were right. That was class.’
I lay back with a smile of satisfaction on my face. I had enjoyed them entering me, thrusting me and filling me. It was pretty exciting, and they seemed happy with what I had done for them.
After resting on my back for about ten minutes, one of the men stood over me, saying, ‘How about a blow job?’
I looked up at him, slightly baffled, ‘Pardon,’ I asked in surprise.
‘A blow job, you know, a BJ.’
I looked at him, still not comprehending for what he was asking.
‘Sex in your mouth,’ he explained, obviously picking up on my none compliance.
‘Oh, well…’ My voice died away.
I had never done a blow job before, and as Nick and Andy had only mentioned such sexual activity once, I had thought such actions were very much the exception. How little I knew then and how wrong I was.
I had only seconds to decide whether I’d suck for his pleasure or admit I had never performed a blow job before. I decided to go for it, do my best and hope it would be good enough.
I sat up and changed to a kneeling position with a degree of trepidation as I contemplated taking someone’s cock in my mouth for the first time. I knew I would have to ignore my reservations and use my lips to please the owner of the long and solid erection offered in front of my face. I took a deep breath, and with a shiver of fear and a stomach full of butterflies, I opened my lips to receive his substantial endowment.
The owner, unaware that his was the first cock ever to enter my mouth, began to gently rock back and forth, allowing his appendage to slip between my lips. I could taste a strange mixture of his cum and my juices which were not as bad as I had feared.
‘Tongue,’ he ordered.
I looked up at him as a dog does towards its master with wide eyes questioning his command.
‘Tongue,’ he commanded a second time, ‘use your tongue.’
Suddenly I understood. My lips were not enough. I had to roll my tongue around his cock to give him total satisfaction.
Gingerly I ran my tongue along his shaft as he continued his slow rocking in and out of my mouth. His face was turned upwards, looking at the sky with his eyes closed and a look of intense pleasure on his face. I felt I was doing okay.
Suddenly the man’s hips began to lunge deeper and faster into my warm, wet and willing mouth, and I struggled to do anything other than let him slide his tool between my lips faster and faster.
Suddenly, without warning, he grabbed the back of my head to hold me still as he held his cock as far into my mouth as he could. I felt his body stiffen, and then my mouth seemed to be flooded with a thick gooey liquid as I violently recoiled in shock and disgust at what he was doing. As I pushed him away, I spluttered and spat out his deposit onto the blanket on which I was kneeling.
‘Are you okay?’ one of his friends enquired anxiously as I continued coughing and spitting.
‘Why did you do that?’ I protested, ‘It’s disgusting.’
‘Sorry,’ the object of my ire replied, ‘I thought you’d be okay with me cumming in your mouth.’
‘It’s vile,’ I continued to protest strongly as I continued attempting to extricate the final traces of his deposit.
‘I’m so sorry,’ he replied, squatting next to me, ‘I thought you’d be like most women and happy to receive it.’
‘No woman in their right mind would ever allow a guy to fill their mouths like that,’ I countered.
‘Most do,’ his fried replied, standing alongside us. ‘Not all swallow, but most allow guys to fill their mouths. If you don’t like that, perhaps you’d be happy if we gave you a cum facial?’
I was still pretty angry and concentrating on ensuring my mouth was clear of the sticky deposit.
‘Here,’ the third said, handing me a small bottle of water, ‘use this to swill your mouth out.’
After a couple of swigs and some swilling and spitting, I was happy that my mouth was clear of the man’s deposit.
‘Have you never taken cum in your mouth before?’ I was questioned.
‘No!’
‘Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you would have done.’
‘I’ve never done a blow job before,’ I confessed for the first time.
This revelation seemed to stun the three into total silence.
‘But… but… we thought you were experienced,’ the one who had given me the best part of his load replied.
‘I’m only eighteen,’ I responded, ‘and I’ve only had normal sex with three guys and never in my mouth.’
‘So you really hadn’t ever done a blow job before just now?’
‘No.’
‘Well, you must be a quick learner as you were brilliant. That’s why I came so hard.’
‘Thanks,’ I said, looking up and smiling for the first time, ‘I thought I could do it, but I wasn’t expecting you to cum in my mouth.’
‘I’m sorry,’ the man replied, ‘I just thought you’d want it.’
‘Do other girls really let you cum in their mouths?’ I questioned suspiciously.
‘Yes, they do,’ another replied. ‘as we said, they don’t all swallow, but most are happy enough. If they aren’t, they let us fire over their faces which is called a cum facial.’
‘Or if there were enough guys, not that we have ever seen it, they cover her body, and that’s called a cum bath.’
‘Oh.’ Was about all I could manage in response as I began to feel rather stupid. ‘I’m sorry. I just wasn’t expecting what happened.’
‘Are you happy to try something else, or do you want to stop and go back to Andy and Nick?’
I thought for the briefest moment before answering, ‘I want to learn to do a proper blow job. Will you teach me?’
I watched, looking up from my kneeling position, as all three looked at each other in surprise and then delight. It seemed that they answered simultaneously in the positive.
‘You did pretty well just then,’ I was told. ‘We’d never have known you had never done it before. Well done.’
This encouragement certainly made me feel a little better following my embarrassing disaster.
‘The only advice I can give,’ the one who had given me his load said, ‘is to make more use of your tongue. Once you started using that on my cock I could hardly help myself.’
‘You also need to learn how to keep your drinks down, young lassie,’ another added with the ghost of a smile. ‘Maybe today, though, you’d be better to try a blow job, and we give you a facial when we fire our loads.’
‘So I’m clear,’ I responded, ‘a facial is where you cover my face in your cum?’
‘Correct.’
‘I see. So what do you call it when you fill my mouth?’
There was silence.
‘Not sure. Cum dump or cum bucket, I would say,’ one answered. ‘That’s just the norm; most girls take it and spit it but a few swallow.’
‘I think I could take it if I were expecting it,’ I replied.
‘Let’s keep that for later and see how you get on with a facial,’ I was told. ‘You take our cocks, and when we are ready, we will pull out, finish off ourselves and fire across your face.’
I was pretty sure I could manage that, but I was eager to willingly take a load of cum in my mouth. It was the shock of not knowing what was happening that had freaked me out. The taste had been mildly pleasant.
I prepared myself on my knees to take another large erect cock in my mouth, expectant of my first ever cum facial.
This time I tried to tighten my grip with my lips to create more friction, but without biting the supplied cock. I also used my tongue from the start, actively rolling it along and around the solid shaft filling my mouth. The effect was quick, incredible and exciting as the guy suddenly pulled free, grabbed his cock, rubbed it vigorously and aimed, and shot a substantial load of sticky cum across my cheek, nose, and left eye.
Without being allowed to wipe myself, a second erect cock was thrust into my mouth, and I commenced to suck it and stimulate it with my tongue. Whether I was not so proficient on this occasion or whether the owner was more robust at maintaining control, I do not know, but it certainly took much longer before he too exited, aimed and fired over my face.
The two men who had cum splattered my face stood back like artists to examine their work. As they gazed down at me, they seemed happy with the result.
‘I’d like to try that,’ the one who had filled my mouth stated, ‘but I’ll need a little time to harden up again.’
‘I’d like you to fill my mouth again,’ I replied stoically.
‘Really?’
‘Yes. If you say it’s the norm for girls, I want to do it.’
‘Okay. You’re on,’ he answered, ‘but first, I think we want to try some bondage on you.’
As one of them searched my rucksack, I caught sight for the first time through the trees, Andy and Nick sitting at the edge of the tarn as if they didn’t have a care in the world. They were just within earshot of all that was happening, just out of sight at the edge of the forest.
Out of my rucksack came four lengths of rope tied so that one end formed a slip knot. These were each about ten feet long and were quickly tied to two suitable trees nearby. My hands and feet were placed through the slip knots, which were then tightened. The men then adjusted the tension on the trees to ensure that my legs were open and my arms held in a surrender position rather than in a spread eagle posture.
It was clear that my two friends had primed the three men on what to do to me that would turn them on and also excite my wilder side.
Standing suspended facing out of the trees, I watched as the three men ran to the tarn with little buckets that materialised out of another rucksack. They did appear as excited little boys on a beach with their toy buckets. Once filled with water, they returned and commenced splashing the contents over my naked body before running back to the water to refill the buckets.
Clouds had obscured the sun turning the breeze blowing across the lake decidedly chilly as it whisked around my wet skin, causing a return of the goosebumps. Water was thrown over my breasts, pussy, back and bum and poured over my head, ensuring that most of me was wet and cold with the result that my all too sensitive nipples became hard, erect and inviting.
Observing this, the three guys quickly gathered around and began to suck, lick, bite and kiss my breasts until my nipples warmed and returned to normal. Another couple of small buckets of cold tarn water quickly got them stiff and tender again.
Then from the backpack I had been carrying, a nicely curled up willow branch was produced, stripped of its leaves. In those early days, we had very little in the way of bondage equipment, so what we used was material found in DIY and Ironmongers shops or homemade stuff like the willow.
Andy and Nick had used willow cuttings on me before, so I knew they would be painful to me and playful to the men. The string holding it curled up was undone, and it sprang out to a length of about five feet.
‘You okay with this?’ I was asked.
I nodded my acquiescence along with a shiver of both cold and expectation.
The men coiled the willow into two running the loop across my skin, down my back, over my breasts and between my legs, increasing my sensitivity as they did so.
Finally, one stepped back and swung the willow branch lightly against my back. It didn’t hurt; however, the shock made me gasp in surprise, which greatly excited my three suitors.
The man with the whip moved in front of me and used the end to toy with my erect nipples, seemingly making them harder than they already were. Then he thrust it forward harder than previously across my midriff. Again I gasped and pulled on my rope restraints.
Another man took over, placing the willow on the ground between my legs and then slowly lifting it and sliding it along one leg as he did before rubbing it, a bit like a saw, against my clitoris. The resulting stimulation almost instantaneously started a mini waterfall running down my legs. After a couple of minutes, he flicked it up so that it landed right across the middle of my pussy.
I called out a loud ‘Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh,’ more from the sexual thrill it gave me than the pain.
‘What if someone hears?’ one of them asked with a concerned look.
‘They won’t,’ another responded, ‘Andy and Nick are watching out and will tell us if anyone appears along the nearest trail. I don’t think she will be heard.
After a few switches across my bum and the back of my thighs, attention turned to my erect nipples.
Again the narrow end of the willow was used to lightly touch my areola and occasionally my still hard nipple. Then as he stood next to me, the guy lifted the willow and flicked it down to catch both nipples.
His contact was not hard; however, with my nipples in their elongated and sensitive state, it felt like they had been sliced off, and I screamed out with such ferocity that I think all three were generally concerned as to my well-being.
It took a little while for the initial searing pain to die away; however, as it did, I felt sexual energy flowing through my body in response and knew that another organism was building.
‘Do it again,’ I ordered, ‘do it again.’
‘What?’ the guy holding the willow asked uncomprehendingly.
‘Do it again quickly,’ I barked, ‘Whip my nipples.’
All three looked a little stunned, and hearing my request from the edge of the water, Andy and Nick came closer to see what was going on.
‘You want me to hit your nips again?’ the young man enquired nonplussed.
The feeling was building rapidly, and I wanted as much pleasure as possible from my body’s pleasure zone.
‘Yes,’ I responded almost in desperation at the delay, ‘Quick and harder.’
The guy gave another quick look at his mates before raising the willow and flicking it back down. His aim was off, possibly because I was not holding still in my excited condition.
‘Try again,’ I screamed.
This time his aim was true, catching both my nipples and sending the shaft of pain coursing through my body to detonate the orgasm that had been simmering.
I threw my head back and yelled out in delight as I shook violently within the confines of my bonds.
‘Wow! That is so friggin hot,’ one exclaimed.
Another grabbed me holding me tight against his torso as if seeking to receive some electrical charge I was giving off as I trembled with unbridled pleasure.
‘SHE is hot,’ the one with his arms wrapped around me stated emphatically as I finally floated down from my cloud of ecstasy. ‘WHOAH!’
‘Can we do that to you again?’ they asked, ‘like whip you?’
‘If you want, I replied, ‘but I’m not sure you will get the same response.’
‘Doesn’t matter about the response,’ one answered, ‘We just enjoy whipping you knowing you enjoy us doing it to you.’
He was right. I did.
The willow struck my flesh with varying degrees of force over my back, thighs, tummy, bum and breasts, leaving me with light red marks to show what I had endured.
‘Now, are you ready to take my load in your gob?’ I was asked, ’cause I’m about ready to explode right now?’
I was quickly unbound and, kneeling, opened my mouth, ready to take his hardened manhood. I felt it might be a very short blow job as I closed my lips and started running my tongue along his shaft. It seemed like seconds before he shouted a warning, and a stream of warm sticky cum flooded into my mouth.
I was sure there was much more than the first time he had tried it, as my mouth overflowed as it dripped out over my chin and down onto my breasts. The cock withdrew, and I remained in position, trying to gauge the taste and texture of the creamy substance I had received. It was nothing like I had expected as, although a little bland, it possessed an unusual sweetness. I was, however, still not prepared to swallow it at that stage. That would have to wait for another occasion, and eventually, the contents were spat out.
‘For your first time,’ that was great,’ I was told.
I confess that I was pretty pleased with myself when I finally got dressed as Andy and Nick eventually joined the group.
‘Was she as good as we said?’ they asked.
‘Oh heck yes, and more,’ one replied.
‘She’s called Rachel,’ Nick said as I realised for the first time that I had never told them my name or asked for theirs. I really had been taken by strangers among the trees.
‘I’d love to see you strung up there when it’s lashing it down with rain, Rachel,’ one of them commented, ‘to see you getting wetter and wetter as the water drops off the pines. That would be so fucking sexy.’
And so it was that two weeks later, I found myself retracing my steps with the three men, along with Andy and Nick, back to the tarn and the forest. It wasn’t just raining, it was lashing, as it often does in Scotland, and not even the hardiest of hill walkers would have ventured out in such weather.
In the car, I had changed, as requested, into the shortest tightest pair of hot pants the guys could have provided and something that was a cross between a sun top and a boob tube. Thankfully I was not asked to go barefooted and was allowed to wear my walking shoes. My attire was not ideal for the conditions prevailing, but that was part of the fun for the guys.
Even though I was soaked to the skin within a hundred meters, It was not a cold rain, and I actually enjoyed the walk and the craic from the guys with me.
When we came to the path descending to the corrie and the patch of forest we were to use again, I noticed two tents pitched on the stony foreshore. I paused, believing that someone was camping where we intended to play.
‘Carry on,’ I was told.
‘But the tents,’ I protested.
‘Friends.’
‘What?’ I asked, ‘what friends?’
‘Others who wanted to see the fun. Come on.’
I walked on towards the tarn, trees and tents. I was, however, just a tad concerned about what might be about to happen. Having sex and being bound and punished with the three guys two weeks earlier had been fun; however, I had no desire to go any further with other guys. I had no intention of turning into a teenage slut.
Once we reached the bottom of the track, I was more than a little surprised to discover another six men, all slightly older than me, waiting for us in the tents that had been pitched so that anyone inside could look out and see the place I would be tied.
‘Don’t worry, Rachel,’ I was told, ‘they are not here to fuck you. They only want to watch and, if your willing, touch your sexy body.’
I was certainly surprised at this turn of events but pretty relieved that they didn’t all want sex with me. That thought horrified me, but the idea of them all getting off on seeing me bound naked and wet and possibly running their hands across my body did excite me.
‘Okay,’ I countered, ‘if that’s all they want to do and it will turn them on, I might consent.’
‘That means yes,’ Andy interpreted as a little cheer went up from the eleven guys.
The next moments passed in a whirl of activity lost to explanation as I was held, stripped and bound by a sea of arms, hands and fingers, all eager to get in on the act.
Finally, soaking wet and under what seemed to be the tree with the biggest and most drips of water, I was bound naked and spread facing the tents.
‘Right,’ Nick said, addressing everyone from under his kagool, ‘anyone who wants to feel, fondle, prod, poke, kiss or cuddle our victim, go ahead, but don’t all charge at once. The rest of us can shelter in the tents and enjoy the fare we have brought for the occasion.
There was a pause before one young man from the new group tentatively stepped toward me as if I were a caged wild beast that could escape and leap at him any moment.
He put his hand towards my right breast and tenderly touched it as if it were an expensive diamond.
‘I’ve never seen a woman naked before,’ he stated to no one in particular, ‘and I’ve certainly never touched one. You’re beautiful.’
The more of my body he felt, the more intimate he became and the more vocal those watching from the protection of the twin tents were in their encouragement of his exploration of my anatomy.
Finally, without encouragement, he started kissing and sucking on my breasts which the coldness of the rain had once again turned hard and inviting.
‘Hurry up,’ some shouted, ‘we all want a turn, you know.’
As he reluctantly stepped back, another took his place, running his hands across my wet body. He only spent a few seconds feeling me before he knelt, put his face to my pussy and began to eat me out using his tongue expertly as he thrust it deep into my pussy. My resulting ‘oohs’ and ‘arrhs’ of appreciation only got him and the spectators more animated.
All too soon, he was called back to the tent to allow another to replace him. As he walked through the rain towards me, I perceived that he was perhaps the eldest of the eleven. He quickly examined my various assets before starting work, rimming my backside. I had never even heard of such acts, let alone received them, and my look of shock or horror must have registered on the others in the tents as he commenced.
‘Think she likes you.’
‘Think she wants more.’
‘What’s her bum hole taste of?’
‘Keep going; her face is a delight.’
My problem was that having had my breasts and pussy well and truly worked over, the strange and new sensation of someone pushing their tongue up my bum sent me over the edge into another high-octane orgasm. I commenced shivering, shaking, shouting and deep breathing with such abandon that the guy behind me fell back as though a bullet had felled him.
‘See,’ one of the three I had been with two weeks before shouted, ‘I told you, she has great orgasms.’
‘Hey. That’s immense,’ another added.
‘You mean awesome,’ a third interjected, ‘I’ve never seen a woman do that, special or what?’
I eventually pulled myself together, and my rimming friend returned to the shelter of the tent with a smile as large as a Cheshire cat.
‘Remember,’ he boasted, ‘it was me that did it!’
For the next two hours, I was pretty much ignored in the teaming rain as the guys sat dry, warm, eating, laughing and listening to music, seemingly oblivious to my dilemma bound under the dripping trees of a pine forest. Thankfully the area was relatively midge free, unlike where I now live, and I was not bothered too much by the pesky little creatures with jaws like dinosaurs. Having said that, even midges would have thought twice before venturing out in such a downpour.
‘Common guys,’ I pleaded, ‘I think I’ve been out here long enough.’
‘Did someone speak?’
‘Yes! Me! I did!’ I retorted.
‘Oh, you. Yes, we forgot about you. What’s the weather doing?’
‘Raining,’ I stated bluntly, ‘raining cats and dogs.’
‘Really? I can’t see any around.’
‘Ha ha. Very funny,’ I responded. ‘Come on, guys, I’m wet, cold and tired.’
‘Okay,’ Nick replied, ‘Do you three want to touch her or do anything to her?’ he asked those who had not played with me earlier.
They did.
As I stood bound, cold and glistening from head to foot with pure Scottish rain, they took full advantage as fingers pushed deep into my cunt and bum hole while their owners commented on what they were experiencing.
‘Don’t know what she’s complaining about, nice and warm but damp up here,’ said one with his forefinger up my pussy.
‘Warm and dry this side,’ another stated with two fingers stretching my bum hole, ‘if a little smelly.’
‘Now watch this,’ the one who had whipped my breasts previously said as he produced a cross between a whip and a paddle made from half a soft leather belt screwed onto a short broom handle.
‘What’s that for?’ one of the new arrivals asked.
‘To whip her.’
‘Won’t it hurt her?’
‘I hope so. I want it to. Watch the result, though.’
He stepped up and, without waiting, swung his new toy between my legs, and it landed with a crack while I groaned and breathed in deeply. He moved behind, and I felt his implement strike me across my backside once from both directions.
My back received several medium whacks before he aimed for my tummy and, finally, the coup de gras of my tits. As he lined up to catch my still erect and cold nipples, every guy was out of the tents and gathered around, enjoying my grunts and groans as the leather warmed my skin. I knew what no one else did that, as fourteen days previously, the pain had started a sensation somewhere within that was about to boil over in the second organism of that cold and wet afternoon.
As soon as the stinging leather hit the top of my nipples, my body responded as a current surged through me with such power that my head involuntarily jerked back. I tightened in my restraints, the muscles in my arms and legs becoming taught, giving me the momentary appearance of a female wrestler. Then I danced between both feet as I groaned and grunted in delight with wetness from my pussy dribbling down my legs.
‘Fuck me,’ one of the group called out, ‘What the fuck is that?’
‘She’s orgasming.’
‘My girlfriend never does that.’
‘Have you ever whipped her?’
‘No.’
‘Better give it a go and see what happens.’
‘I don’t think she’d let me,’ the other replied, his eyes still fixed on my trembling body.
All the men looked on, almost spellbound, as I eventually landed in normality after my trip to the thrills of pleasure land.
‘Now, just one little thing we want to do to you, Rachel,’ Andy piped up playfully. ‘We have brought a few things we want to rub over certain parts of you.’
Several men returned to the tents and produced from rucksacks numerous food tins containing such things as sticky toffee pudding, treacle and similar sticky and messy substances, which were shown to me.
‘We want to rub these on your pussy, bum, tits and face, and you have to walk back to the cars with these things sticking to your body. That okay?’
I smiled and nodded.
Andy and Nick had done something similar before by sticking chocolate up my pussy and making me walk in a short skirt along our main shopping street. I found it quite exciting. As a teenager at school, I was on the receiving end of a can of thick custard being emptied into my knickers. I had enjoyed the thrill of that experience so much that I had sat in the bath at home, covering myself with custard, golden syrup, chocolate sauce and other ingredients trying to obtain the same satisfying experience.
Here, at last, others would once again place delightfully sticky items on my naked flesh. I nearly had another orgasm in response.
Then disaster struck. No one could find a tin opener. It seemed that mass panic among the male contingent around me ensued as every rucksack was emptied into the tents in a futile attempt to find the means of opening the tins. I watched the search with mounting disappointment. I so wanted to feel the guys rubbing the sticky substances over my body.
Then one of the men had an idea as he produced a Swiss Army Knife and, pulling up one of the tools, said, ‘Tin opener.’
Due to its small size and the number of tins, it was a long and fiddly operation as different ones shared in cutting the cans open. As I watched, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter and not as a result of the still teaming rain.
Finally, they were ready, but a further delay ensued as the men refilled their rucksacks and quickly collapsed and packed their tents. A spoon was obtained to extract the contents of the cans, and then, with me still bound and spread, sticky toffee pudding, was rubbed vigorously into my hairy pussy while my tits were covered in treacle. Chocolate pudding was rubbed up my bum, and dirty hands were wiped across my face. I must have looked a sight.
After finally being released from my position spread between the trees, a different rope was slipped over my head. The loop was in the centre, leaving two ends around six feet long as ‘reins.’ I was going to be guided down the hillside like a pony.
As the men brought a kagool to put over me, one mischievously said, What good is that? She’s wet through already. We should make her walk down as she is — naked.’
‘Sadly, that’s not an option,’ Nick replied, ‘What if we met someone coming the other way?’
‘In this weather?’ someone added, ‘no one will be out in these hills on a day like this.’
‘I’ll do it,’ I said, silencing everyone. ‘The rain will help wash off all the gunge, and I think you will all enjoy it.’
So with two men holding my ‘reigns’ cold, wet, naked, sticky and covered in goosebumps, we set off along the track leading up from the tarn and then nearly two miles to where our cars were parked.
As we neared the crest of the track where our upward assent ended, and our descent began, we almost died as two men in full waterproof gear and massive rucksacks appeared over the ridge; there was nowhere to hide and no place to run!
I froze in horror and stopped walking as the men stared down in disbelief at the group of eleven guys leading a naked young woman on a rope up the track.
‘Hello,’ Nick said, ‘Pony in training.’
‘Company induction ritual,’ Andy offered helpfully before telling me to move on.
In silence, we continued past the two men, who remained speechless as we walked by within touching distance.
‘Thank you,’ the last of our group said as he passed them, ‘enjoy your walk.’
Despite being at the front of the group, I could not help looking back as we started down the track. The two men just stood watching us as we walked away. I cannot imagine what they thought, but I feel the story of their encounter was told many times in the pub and workplace to disbelieving friends, colleagues and acquaintances.
Approximately halfway down the track, it skirted a field, and the rain had made the path a quagmire. As I walked around the edge through the squelching grass, a tug on my harness brought me to a standstill.
‘Take off your shoes and socks,’ Andy ordered, speaking to me but looking at Nick with a twinkle in his eye.
‘I’m not walking the rest of the way in my bare feet,’ I countered.
‘I’m not asking you to,’ Andy replied, ‘just do as you are told. Then turning to the others, he asked, ‘Where are the ropes we used to tie her in the woods?
These were found and once again slipped over my wrists and ankles. I was then led back to the start of the muddy area.
‘I think you should crawl through that on your hands and knees,’ Nick suggested, clearly catching his friend’s plan, ‘you like being messy, so now’s your opportunity.
Four men took hold of the four ropes on my arms and legs as I commenced to crawl through the cold, wet sticky and somewhat smelly mudbath. My calves and hands disappeared into the mess as I slowly made my way through. Suddenly, the ropes were pulled, and I sprawled into the sludge with a splash.
I wallowed like a pig trying to get back onto my hands and knees while the guys laughed uproariously at my calamity. As soon as I commenced crawling forward, a rope would be pulled, overbalancing me as I would again land with a plop into the mire.
‘This is so much fun, one of the men said, understating what all were thinking.
When I finally reached the far side, there was not an inch of me that was not a grey-brown colour apart from my face and hair, which I had managed to keep relatively mud free.
‘Lie down,’ Andy said, ‘so we can ensure your head is properly catered for along with the rest of you.’
I had no choice, so I lay down and took a deep breath as a foot gently pushed my face into the mud. Things went quiet as my ears filled, and my head went right under the sloppy muck. As the pressure was released, I lifted my head and slowly stood up.
‘Are you all happy now?’ I inquired as I sought to remove the mud from my eyes.
Seeing several masturbating in the rain with their cocks through their trouser zippers told me they were well pleased with my appearance.
We finally reached the cars without further calamity, and I was pleased to discover that the men had brought several flasks filled with warm water that allowed me to wash most of the gunge and muck off my body.
As a result of that encounter, I received several requests to be a girlfriend and even of marriage, all of which I declined. I was also asked if I’d be interested in participating in a proper gunge party with me as the main course. I was indeed; however, that needs to be related elsewhere.