Visiting Kylie

I headed over to Kylie's place immediately after lunch. We were going out that night and I was staying overnight, not really wanting to come home in the wee small hours of the morning. If I had someone escorting me home, that would be one thing. By myself was something altogether different.

I guess it was about two when I knocked on Kylie's door and Brad, her brother, opened it and invited me in.

"Just dump your things in Kylie's room," he told me. "She's not here right now?"

I quirked an eyebrow, indicating surprise and a desire for more information.

"She dropped her phone," he said, smirking. "Instant catastrophe. She told me to let you in and then raced down to the mall to get her phone repaired. She'll probably be about an hour."

I could understand her position. I'd probably have done the same thing myself if my phone got broken. Those things are an essential part of everyday life.

I strolled down to Kylie's room and dumped my stuff and then headed towards the kitchen, intending to make myself some coffee. When I walked in Brad was already there together with a couple of his mates, Ian and Jimmy.

"Just getting some coffee," I said and Brad just waved his arm in the general direction of the percolator with a grunted, "Help yourself."

The boys were discussing something and they seemed to be a little at odds on the subject. Three boys, three opinions. One yeah, one nah, and one wiggling his hand in an iffy motion.

"Come on," Ian said. "A year ago she was." He jabbed a flat hand straight down as though describing something rather sheer. "Now she's." This time his hands were cupped and held in front of him at chest height. It dawned on me that they were discussing the mammary development of a young lady who had flowered over the last year. Innocent little me didn't dream that I was the young lady under discussion.

"No-one," Ian was insisting, "goes from an A to a D in a single year. She's either wearing a padded bra or she's had falsies put in."

They all turned and looked at me and it registered that just maybe I was the young lady in question. Then I decided no, can't be. I had been a B and I was now a C+. Going from an A to a D had to be someone else and if I wanted to be cattish I could take a good guess.

"Listen, Monie," Brad said. "At seventeen you were as flat as a board. Now you're eighteen and supersized. Are you wearing a padded bra?"

"For your information," I said, greatly indignant, "last year I was a B. You probably just didn't notice because I wore loose tops. Rather than being supersized I'm a respectable C cup. I have no need to wear a padded bra."

"That's what I was saying in the first place," Ian stated. "She's obviously had falsies put in."

"The hell I have," I protested. "This is me without any artificial help, thank you very much."

"Prove it," sniggered Jimmy.

"Oh, wow," I scoffed. "A remark like that is supposed to have me stripping off my top so you can ogle my breasts. I don't think so, Bozo."

"So it doesn't worry you if we tell people you've had breast implants?" asked Ian with a smirk.

"No. Why would it? I know I haven't and I don't really care what you think."

"You're not going to do anything to help us settle our argument?" asked Brad.

"Of course I am. I just told you that I'm not wearing a padded bra and I don't have falsies. Argument resolved."

"But you'd say you didn't have falsies even if you did," Ian insisted. "Any girl who gets them isn't going to admit to it."

"I'll bow to your superior knowledge about which girls you know have implants and are denying it," I told him. "Not having any myself I can't say if your assertion is correct or not."

Did those idiots really think I was going to flash them to settle a silly argument? More than flash them as I was sure they'd want to grope me to make sure.

"Monie's not going to take her top off," Brad flatly stated. "If you really want to know if she's cheating you'll either have to take her word for it or. . ."

"Or what?" asked Jimmy.

"We take her top off for her."

"Oh, no," I cried. "Not going to happen. No way, no how."

I'd finished my coffee and I quickly put my cup on the table and started backing towards the door. Unfortunately Brad had started moving before I did and he caught my arm, bringing me to an abrupt halt. I tried to take a swing at him but he just caught my other arm and lifted both my arms straight up into the air, turning me around so I was facing Ian and Jimmy.

"One volunteer to lift her top up and off," requested Brad.

"I said one," he continued as both Ian and Jimmy stepped forward grinning. "You do it Jimmy."

I think I can be excused the language I used, not that it helped at all. Jimmy just pulled my top out of my slacks and yanked it up over my head.

"Your turn, Ian," Brad announced. "If you'd be so kind as to unfasten Monie's bra we can see her bounty for ourselves."

It turned out that, yes, Ian was quite willing to be so kind. He unclipped my bra and lifted it up over my head, grabbing a free feel of my breasts along the way. My face was blazing with fury and embarrassment and I was going to kill these three jokers before I was finished. It didn't help my temper when Brad released my arms and as soon as I lowered them took advantage of that to finish stripping my top and bra right off.

"Well," said Ian in what I had to admit was an appreciative voice, "she was certainly not wearing a padded bra."

"I already told you that, you moron," I snapped, trying to grab a hold of said bra.

"Doesn't mean that you don't have implants," Jimmy pointed out.

I sighed and covered my breasts from the nipples up and pressed them upwards, displaying the lower part of my breasts.

"Look," I said, getting even snappier. "No surgery scar. Like I said, just me."

That was the point where Brad's arms came around me and his hands pushed mine out of the way, closing over my breasts. He then began to prod and poke and rub them.

"Yep, all her," he said happily. "If you don't believe me feel for yourselves."

"On the contrary, don't feel for yourselves," I said quickly. "Take mine and Brad's word for it."

Fat chance of that happening. Ian and Jimmy were there in an instant, making sure that we hadn't been lying. It wasn't until I half-screamed and kicked Jimmy in the shins that they backed off, laughing.

"Well begun is half done," said Ian at that stage and we all went quiet and looked at him.

"Excuse me?" I said, wondering what on earth he was on about.

"It's something my grandmother always says," he said defensively. "It means that once a job has begun the hardest bit's done and all you have to do is finish it. Um, in this case I'm referring to the fact that you're half-naked and it won't take much to finish the job."

"No fucking way," I yelled and turned to run, intending to lock myself in Kylie's room. Instead of running I crashed into Brad who was still standing behind me, damn him. He didn't budge an inch. I just remained right where I was while he caught my arms again.

"When you're right, you're right," he told Ian. "Why don't you help sweet little Monie out of those slacks?"

I protested louder and faster than ever, but that didn't stop Ian from undoing my belt and unzipping my slacks. He then simply pushed them straight down, panties included. After that he and Jimmy crouched down and pulled off my shoes and finished pulling slacks and panties right off, tossing them to join my top and bra.

Brad took a step back without releasing me, running his eyes over me, and I could just about feel where his eyes were touching me. He was promptly joined by Ian and Jimmy, their eyes almost popping out of their heads in their eagerness to give me the once over.

"Very nice," Brad said which was satisfying and irritating at the same time.

"I gotta second that," agreed Ian, while Jimmy nodded. "The only question remaining is whether she's a virgin."

"None of your fucking business," I said through gritted teeth. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to get dressed and go. You can explain to Kylie why I'm not staying the night."

"No," said Brad.

"What do you mean, no?" I shrieked.

"I mean that I disagree with your course of action," Brad said calmly. "A much better course of action is where I check you out to determine the state of your virginity."

The rotten swine was even smiling while he said that. I was so going to kill him at some stage. Before I could do anything about killing him right at that moment he took a step towards me, bent over while he took another step, which put his shoulder against my tummy, and then hooked his hands around to grasp my bottom while he pulled me towards him as he straightened up.

I started wriggling and trying to push myself up and off his shoulder and would you believe the callous brute just slapped my bottom. Very firmly, I might add.

"Just behave yourself," he told me, walking out of the kitchen, Ian and Jimmy trailing along behind and laughing.

He calmly carried me down and into his bedroom, flipping me onto the bed. Before I could scramble off it he was sitting on it next to me, holding me down. At a quick word from him Ian grabbed my wrists and pinned my arms to the bed above my head, leaving me defenceless. That done Brad started teasing me, touching and tasting, and I do mean tasting as he was sucking on my breasts and, to my total shock, on my pussy.

He just kept on and on at me and I could feel the heat building inside of me. I didn't have any control over it. It was just my body's natural reaction to what Brad was doing. He finally looked up at the other two.

"Definitely a virgin at this stage," he told them.

With that he stood up and stripped. I didn't know a man could get undressed so fast. He just hauled his top clothes off in one motion and then the bottom half in another. I'll swear that he didn't take more than a couple of seconds to go from dressed to naked. Naked with an erection, I might add.

I looked at his erection and then at him.

"You wouldn't dare," I said, barely breathing the words.

He just smiled and settled back down onto the bed. I tried to move away but with Ian still holding my wrists all Brad had to do was drop a leg between mine and that was it - game over. I was trapped and helpless to do anything. Well I could do something.

"You wouldn't dare," I repeated, speaking as firmly as possible.

Apparently not very firmly, because I was totally ignored, or at least, my wishes were, me not so much. Brad was kneeling between my legs now, pushing them further apart. Satisfied with that he was now looming over me, brushing his cock up and down my lips and, oh boy, could I feel that.

He eased my lips apart and I tried to pull my hands free from Ian to hit him. Nothing doing. Ian just laughed and Brad started pressing his cock against me. I could feel my lips giving way to him and started laying down a curse on him that should have withered his cock until it turned black and fell off. Instead of obliging he pressed harder and started slithering into me.

I kept on protesting and telling him no and he kept on plunging deeper into me, forcing my passage to yield and let him by. I have to admit that apart from a nasty little twinge at the start when he popped my cherry it wasn't too bad. Different, yes, but not painfully so. To be honest if I'd been a willing partner I might have been saying yes, yes, yes, instead of no, no, no.

Now that he was under way Brad showed that he certainly knew what to do. He was driving into me quite firmly, setting a nice pace, with me bouncing against the mattress quite comfortably. I just automatically moved in time to his thrusts (I guess that was animal instinct in action) still trying to tell him no.

It wasn't all simple and straightforward for Brad. At one point I stopped complaining, just bouncing along under him. Ian must have thought that this meant I was acquiescing, as he let go my wrists. I promptly slapped Brad just as hard as I could, which led to a slight interruption to service. He stopped thrusting into me while he caught my wrists, saying rude things to Ian while he did so. Once Ian had a fair grip Brad resumed his exercises.

For all that I was the helpless victim here I was getting all worked up. I had already decided that I could yell all I wanted to as long as I didn't choose words that might be taken for approval of what was happening, so I was eagerly announcing Brad was all sorts of evil creatures.

As he pounded along I found that the more excited I was becoming the harder it was to think straight so I just shut up and let it all flow over me. At the end there I was gasping and when Brad seemed to go into overdrive I went into a climax in a big way, screaming quite loudly.

Brad rolled off me and I just lay there for a moment. Quite frankly I wasn't sure I was happy that it was over or wishing it hadn't finished quite so fast. Next moment I got a hell of a shock when Jimmy, rude, inconsiderate, chauvinistic, Jimmy, produced a warm damp cloth and proceeded to wipe me clean down there. I was almost tempted to thank him.

I just lay there, surprised that Jimmy could be so considerate, and then it dawned on me why. Ian was still holding me down and Jimmy was climbing onto the bed with his trousers around his ankles. I started up with a screaming protest again, wondering at the same time what it would be like the second time.

I found out fast enough. Jimmy was lying on top of, sticking it in, and humping away as if he was in a race. I felt like telling him to slow down and enjoy the ride and I truly sympathised with his girlfriend if he had one, which was highly unlikely.

What can I say about Jimmy's style? About the only thing I can think of is that if I'd had my druthers I'd just as soon have missed out on his performance. I suppose I should say the same thing about Brad but with one important difference - if Brad makes a determined effort to seduce me sometime in the future there would be a high likelihood that he'd succeed. Jimmy - no way.

Jimmy was so pathetic that I didn't even waste my time protesting. I just tried to move with him, knowing he'd be finished in next to no time, and that while he might get his rocks off I'd be left high and dry. Well, maybe not dry. Brad had made sure of that before he started. While Jimmy did his feeble best my mind went wandering. Would he strut around and start crowing like a rooster as soon as he finished? I wouldn't put it past him. He was just winding up for his own grand finale when I had another terrible thought. Fucking Ian would want to take a turn. I just knew it.

I turned to look at him, giving him a laser beam glare of death, and he smirked and turned to Brad.

"Hey, mate, you might want to take hold of her hands. If we let her go too soon she's going to rip my testicles off before they've had any action."

Jimmy, the useless prick, rolled off me and Ian moved into place. He did have the courtesy to wipe me down first, but then he was kneeling between my thighs, winking at me and getting ready for his own piece of the action, and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

Ian hadn't even dropped his trousers yet and he was undoing them while he knelt. Slowly. He was doing everything slowly. He was finally pushing down his trousers and whatever underwear he had on and then his cock was on display and I felt like fainting. I would have if I'd had a choice.

I thought Brad had been bad enough. (Jimmy was incidental.) Ian, blast him, seemed to be bigger and fatter and his cock was swaying from side to side as though it was a cobra trying to hypnotise me. It was working, too, as I could take my eyes off the damn thing.

I was shaking my head and saying no, no, no, very quickly. He was nodding his head, smiling happily, and saying yes, yes, yes, just as quickly. As I guessed, the yeses had their way.

A frantic attempt to pull my hands out of Brad's grasp achieved nothing and then it was too late to do anything at all except yield to this massive dong that was attacking me.

He wasn't in any rush, just easing his way in, probably afraid of rupturing something if he just came charging in. The trouble was, as far as I was concerned, that he just seemed to keep on coming. All of a sudden I was feeling crowded full of cock and as having any cock at all was a new experience you can imagine how I felt. Very helpless and very small and completely at the mercy of this man, and he wasn't showing any.

Well, he was in a way, I guess. He was giving me a chance to get used to him, his cock dragging against my passage as he started his warm up. I was quickly adjusting and moving with him, not bothering with any protests. They'd just be a waste of breath and something told me that I was going need all the breath I had.

After a minute or two that seemed to last for ages he picked up the pace a little and at the same time he started paying a lot of attention to my breasts, rubbing and fondling them in time to his pump action. I couldn't believe the glorious sensations that were starting to run through me. What Brad had been doing was only a taste of what Ian was now doing to my body. Was that because Ian was so much better than Brad or was it the accumulated experience that was telling? I had no way of knowing. I just knew that I was totally enraptured by what Ian was doing.

Ian kept plugging away and I was willing to let him. I guess plugging away is the wrong way to describe it. That gives the impression that he was just putting in a standard effort and keeping on going. What he was actually doing was carrying me to fields of delight that I'd never known, with my enthusiastic cooperation. (Silent cooperation, I should add. This was rape and I just wasn't going to give a verbal approval.)

I just closed my eyes and let it happen. One of the advantages of being helpless is that you're not responsible for what happens to you. As it was I was lost in a haze of lovely sensations when I suddenly climaxed. It took me completely by surprise, although I guess it shouldn't have. I was vaguely aware that Ian was also climaxing. Was I ever going to need a shower after this.

Ian rolled off the bed and Brad finally let go of my hands. Oddly enough I was all geed up and ready to go. I guess a bit of exercise can be a real pick-me-up. I glared at the three grinning loons that were standing in front of me and then I hauled off and kicked Jimmy right in the cods. He made a funny strangling sound and collapsed straight down, curled up around his injury. As far as I was concerned it served him right for being a lousy fuck, and you can take that any way you please.

Ian and Brad put their hands up in a defensive non-aggressive manner, backing away with a loud, "Woe," being dragged out of them. They looked at Jimmy with sympathy, tempered by relief that it wasn't them lying down there.

"I am going to have a shower," I said coldly, looking at Brad. "I'll thank you to get my things and put them in Kylie's room and then I don't want to see you again. Oh, you do realise that I'm going to have to tell Kylie what you did?"

Brad looked irritated at that and I smiled and continued.

"It's only fair to let her know that your friends might decide to rape her if they're here and you're not. After all, they're not related to her. Or maybe it's too late to warn her. Does Ian look a little guilty to you?"

With that I traipsed off to the bathroom for a much needed shower. A number of questions were buzzing through my mind. I'd already decided after Brad's little effort that I wouldn't object too strenuously to a return bout. Did the same apply to Ian? There again I liked Brad and barely knew Ian. (Barely knew him was right. I'd been completely bare.) What if I put myself in a position where it was just me and Brad and Ian? Would they try it on again? Would I want them to? Decisions, decisions. I had no idea what to do but I'd work something out.