Freebie Ch. 02

"I fuck only girls who want to be fucked. And I wouldn't be doing that if I had money like you. You might be able to buy trash like me to get your kicks, but there are depths even I won't stoop to. Now listen to me."

At this point he shook his baton towards both Peter and then back to Graham who had now lifted his head back up. Incidentally, by now a big lump had already appeared on his forehead.

"I'm going to make it my business to talk to this little girl tomorrow, and if either of you have done anything to her, or arranged for anyone else to do anything to her that she isn't happy with. Then you had better disappear from the face of the planet. I'll hunt you down and rip your guts out. Now stop this fucking car."

Graham and Peter both looked ashen faced, as Graham lent across pressed the button and spoke into the little grill by his side.

"Ok Jimmy. You can pull up here."

The voice came back through the speakers,

"But sir, we're miles from anywhere, and on a motorway."

Graham looked across at Olaf, as if asking if he still wanted to have the car stopped. Olaf used his baton and pushed Graham in the chest forcing him along the seat towards Peter. He then lent across and spoke into the grill.

"Find the nearest town and stop somewhere I can get a taxi."

Graham might have been scared, and that would of course be understandable, but give him his due, he slowly moved the end of the baton from his chest and as he leant back towards the grill he pressed the little button by the side of it,

"Carry on Jimmy; I'll get back you in a minute."

Then he looked at Olaf,

"He didn't hear your instruction, so don't go bashing him on the head. And if you tell us where you want to go, we can take you. There's no need for a taxi."

Olaf looked more than a little agitated,

"Don't get fucking clever with me. I'm still the one holding the stick."

"I'm not getting clever my boy. And I don't know why you're so up tight. Surely we can all be friends?"

Then he looked at me,

"Come Mary; think about your Gerry's future. Surely you can reassure Olaf here that we are all good friends."

I knew he was hinting about the trouble my Gerry could get into, or to be more accurate, the trouble he could cause for my Gerry. Somewhere along the way, I'd forgotten he still held the trump card. I turned and looked up at Olaf,

"He's right. I know I was scared back there in the club. But I didn't realise what I was getting myself into. And I'm more than just grateful for your help. Without you, I don't know what would have happened."

Graham said softly,

"We do."

As I looked across he was sitting there with a big beaming smile. I lifted myself up and planted a soft kiss on Olaf cheek.

"See lad, she might be a bit on the shy side, but once she gets to know you, she's like any other bitch on heat."

Olaf face turned from the soft mellow smile I'd managed to bring about, into a fierce snarl as he growled,

"You are rude and disgusting man."

"No Olaf. You don't know the little girl. Come on Mary, tell him."

"Tell him what?"

"You just said you were grateful for his help. I'm sure you want to show him how grateful."

It was obvious what he had on his mind, but knowing the bottom line was playing along or Gerry going to prison, I asked him anyway,

"By doing what?"

"Invite him back to your house with us. Maybe Gerry would like to see the man who saved his wife's honour."

"It's late; Olaf has probably got things to do, or needs to be somewhere."

"Ask him."

"Would you like to meet my husband?"

"I don't know. Do you want me to?"

"I guess he will want to thank you."

"That is not necessary."

"But I want to thank you."

"You already have, that kiss was thanks enough."

Graham piped up in a sarcastic tone,

"How sweet. It's like a medieval maiden who's been saved by a knight in shining armour. Come on Mary cut the crap. Invite him back to fuck you."

Again Olaf scowled, but he said nothing.

"Don't look so angry. Slip your hand up her habit (I was of course still dressed in the nun's habit), and you'll find her snatch is dripping wet. She wants your dick like a dog wants a bone."

I could see Graham's eyes burning into me, urging me to offer myself to Olaf. I plucked up the courage, and looked up at his still scowling face,

"Please Olaf, he is telling the truth. I do want to show you my gratitude. Come back with us, and we can make love."

"Your husband! What will he say?"

Graham chipped in,

"He'll be a good little boy, and sit quietly watching."

Olaf looked concerned as he asked,

"Are you sure you want me to come to your house?"

"Yes. I need to repay your kindness."

"That's settled then, we should be arriving at your place any minute, and then once our Olaf here has done the business, we'll give him a lift to where ever he calls home."

We sat in silence for a few minutes, but both Graham and Peter had smiles on their faces like two excited school boys. Olaf and I kept exchanging glances, and as I began to think of what would soon be taking place between us, I could feel my tummy getting to a boiling point. I'm not sure how much my eagerness showed in my face, but as we exchanged glances, I saw Olaf's face change from one of concern and pity, to gradually a look of desire.

As the drivers voice announced our arrival at my house, Graham looked at me and said,

"Ok, let me do the talking. And remember, what will happen if you screw-up this time."

It was obvious Olaf heard Graham's threat, but either he didn't understand its relevance, or he was so far down the path to our imminent union that nothing now mattered; but what ever the case, the remark didn't even show in a change of facial expression.

So as I opened the front door graham called up the stairs,

"Hey Gerry lad, we've brought your little lady home."

I guess Gerry hadn't been asleep, as his reply was almost immediate,

"Ok I'll be down in a second."

We all went into the front room and were sitting down as Gerry walked in. He looked more than a little surprised to see so many people; I guess he'd thought it would be just me and Graham.

"Come in lad. That's it sit yourself down. This is Mr Harris, the advertising man from the knickers firm. And this is the hero of the night, Olaf."

You could see the look of curiosity on Gerry face, and Graham continued,

"Yes, I know last we spoke your little lady was about to win you a new car, but things didn't pan out that way. You see being as she didn't get up on stage and accept the money they were offering, the club got a bit nervous about her. And once they can't be sure of a girl's intentions, they have to cover themselves; insurance so to speak."

"I I don't understand."

"Well the upshot was, if she wanted to earn that wedge for you, she had to sign a waiver form, and agree to a bit of group sex."

"Group? But it was supposed to be just one guy?"

"I've told you, she just wasn't reliable, so it was group or nothing."

Gerry looked very worried, and Graham continued,

"Well she put a brave face on it, and signed the form, and then got dress-up ready to playact a rape scene. But somewhere in between signing and going out on stage, she got cold feet, or dry snatch, one or the other. But now her problem was how to get out of there."

"Why couldn't she just tell them she had changed her mind?"

"Because they had a signed form, which meant they could actually rape her, and claim she'd agreed. So in steps our hero. He wielded his big baseball bat and fought her way out to freedom."

Gerry dashed across to me, and hugged me,

"You weren't hurt?"

"No. Nobody touched me. Thanks to Olaf."

And at that point I turned and gave Olaf an admiring look. Gerry let go of me and turned to look at Olaf, who was still the most terrifying sight, and as he took hold of his hand with both of his own, he shook it saying,

"I don't know how I can thank you enough, but if there's ever anything I can do for you, just say."

Before Olaf could reply, Graham was ready with his planned intervention,

"Well Gerry lad, now you mention it. There is something Olaf was looking forward to. And helping your little lady meant he sacrificed his own desires. And my boy, it's something that's within your powers to give him."

"What? If there's anything he wants that I've got, it's his for the asking."

"I was kind of hoping you feel that way. You see this is the man who was about to perform with your little lady on stage, and if he hadn't rescued her, he'd have been the first one to have his pleasure."

I could see the meaning was now gelling in Gerry head, and as he turned and looked at Graham he asked,

"He wants to fuck her?"

"Of course he does my boy, doesn't every man that sees her. But more than just wanting to fuck her, I think you have to agree, he's earned the right."

Gerry looked at me next,

"And you, what do you think?"

Well as we all know it's wasn't a matter of what I thought or felt, as this was Graham's wish, if I didn't agree, I would be sending Gerry to prison.

"He did save me from being raped, and if he hadn't, I'd still be back in that club being abused by one man after another. He should be rewarded."

"Ok. I guess you and him might as well go upstairs and use our bedroom, we'll stay down here until he's finished."

"That's my boy, but now you've seen sense, try putting a bit more meaning into your offer. Go on tell Olaf you'd be pleased if he'd accept sex with your wife as a reward, and as a gesture of how much you appreciate his help."

Gerry now seemed to accept this with a lot more ease than I'd imagined, and he turned back to Olaf, again taking his hand with both of his own,

"Thank you for making sure my wife wasn't hurt. And I'd like, no I'd be please if you'd have sex with my Mary. She is dear to me, but I can see she likes you, and I feel I can trust you not to hurt her."

Graham got to his feet,

"Be back in a jiffy with my camera, Gerry lad, nip upstairs and grab a quilt off the bed and a few sheets, so we can spread them out across the floor. Peter can you get Olaf to help you move all the furniture to the outside of the room. We want plenty of clear space for them to perform on."

Gerry looked gob smacked, and as Graham was about to walk from the room he called,

"But Mr Spencer."

Graham stopped in the doorway,

"What now lad. Make it snappy, poor Olaf has been gagging for this fuck all night."

"But I thought they'd go upstairs and do it in private."

"Ha. Well you thought wrong, when that donkey cock of his spreads her snatch open; I'm gonna be front row, with camera on full zoom. And if I'm not mistaken, you'll be sitting in the corner watching and wanking like a love-sick monkey."

With that he disappeared and went out to his car.

By the time he'd returned, all the seating and tables were moved back to the walls, and Gerry had done as he was told, so Peter organised Gerry and Olaf into covering the carpets as fully as the sheets could manage.

"Good work lads, now how are you going to do this, do you want to be the nun being forced, or are you going to just undress and get stuck in?"

I could see his question was aimed towards me, but as I stood there not knowing how to answer, Peter said,

"Well if it's all the same to Mary, I like the idea of a nun reading her bible by candle light, and then blowing out her candle and using it to get some sexual relief. Then our big soldier can find her in the middle of her masturbation, and show her what her cunt is made for."

Graham looked delighted with this idea,

"Great, well Mary, can you go with that one?"

I reluctantly replied,

"I suppose so."

"And you Olaf, can you hold back long enough to let her work her snatch up to a lather?"

"I'll do it what ever way she wants me to."

Sarcastically Graham said,

"Arh, isn't he nice. Right we need a candle, Gerry lad can you find one, and a book, something that might look like a bible."

I knew Gerry wouldn't have any idea where to look,

"Its ok, I'll find them myself."

I actually had a real bible, and I went upstairs and collected it, but candles were not something we normally kept. All I could think of was a Christmas candle from last year it was in the cupboard by the fuse box, in case of a fuse blowing or a power cut. So I returned with bible in one hand, and a Santa minus its head (which had burnt away last time the candle had been used) in the other. What I hadn't even thought about was this candle was actually quite thick and knobbly, as it was after all a Santa carrying his sack full of toys. When Graham saw it he burst out laughing, and seconds later so did Peter.

As each of us began to see the absurdity of the sight, a nun holding a bible and headless Santa, first I joined in, then Gerry, and eventually even Olaf; though I'm not sure he actually thought it funny.

"Well come on then. This is gonna be one silly little movie. Right Mary, on your knees, and pretend to read your bible. Gerry lad, light the candle." We all followed instruction, and as I played my part, Graham began to film. Peter had a still camera and was intermittently taking photos.

As instructed I read my bible, and then placed it down on the floor. Then after wetting my fingers and pinching out the candle Graham said,

"Hold up, lets do that again, only this time kneel up straight, lift the hem of your habit, and wet your finger and thumb from your snatch, and before you use it to pinch out the candle, hold it out so we can see the sticky tendrils as your fingers part. Then pinch your candle. I did as he'd told me, and yes my pussy had got more than enough wet sticky juices to perform his request. Although I was acting a part and couldn't blatantly look at my audience, every glimpse I caught, told me; that to a man, they were transfixed, and from the glazed looks I'd guess all rock hard; but that last bit is pure supposition.

As I now start to fondle my candle, holding it in one hand and sliding the other up and down its knobbles and bumps, I begin to wonder it I'll be able to get something of this size and shape up inside me. After a few minutes of this fondling, I bring my legs from underneath me, and then lie back. With one hand running the candle through my open mouth with tongue lapping it as it passes, my other hand is pulling my robes and exposing my breasts. Once I've uncovered my chest area, I move the candle and now I'm rubbing in the valley of my breasts. As I said, my audience are all watching with eyes on stalks, but it isn't only them who is getting excited, I can feel my hips lifting, and it isn't because I'm acting. My free hand pulls the hem up and then furiously tugs at the coarse material of the undergarments that nun's wear as knickers. They are obviously not meant to pull away quickly, but I find the wide legs give access to my pussy without the need to remove them. So with one hand pulling the material across, I bring the Santa down to meet my wet and wanting hole.

As I push it against my wet lips, I can feel the knobbly bumps digging into my pelvic bone structure. I rotate it around and lean it from side to side, but I begin to think this was not a wise choice. Then without warning, I feel a swelling as my pussy lips stretch over Santa's shoulders, and keep stretching as his big fat tummy and toy sack slide up inside me. I felt every bump and moulded feature of this novelty candle as it stretched and distorted the walls of my pussy. But as if on auto-pilot, I pushed it deep up inside until I'd only just got my fingertips holding the base. Then I began to alternately pull and push, sliding it in and out of my pussy. But far from, as you might expect, causing pain; every knobble caused a ripple of excitement, and each ripple built with the next to generate a wave of exhilarating pleasure.

This was no longer an act, and even if they'd all left the room right now, I'd have continued until my pussy erupted. But, of course, at this point in my little performance, nobody was about to go anywhere, they were all squatted around me with eyes on stalks. Especially my Gerry, I think the look of horror on his face when he saw me trying to work the Santa up my pussy, showed he was more frightened, than I'd been. But by now he was like the rest of them, staring as they revelled in my performance. It was around now when Graham gave Olaf the signal to start his act.

As Olaf loomed up alongside me standing there with his big baton held high, I guess the poor timid nun was supposed to let go of her candle or pull it out. But at the very least, she'd have closed her legs and tried to cover up. But I couldn't stop my fingers ramming poor old Santa up and down my chimney. So Olaf put his baton down and knelt along side me, and just began to use his hands to work my breasts. His lips came to mine, and our tongues intermingled. It wasn't the rape of an unwilling nun as they'd wanted, but I hadn't the power or will to resist, acting or otherwise.

So as Olaf gradually moved one of his hands down to my crotch, he took hold of the candle and relieved my hands of the task they had been busy with. So now with two free hands I began to release all the pins and buttons that held this silly habit in place, and with the help of Olaf free hands, gradually my body became naked. But without thinking about my actions, my hands then started work on the soldiers uniform Olaf was wearing, and again, between us, we gradually stripped him, without little Santa getting any respite at all. Hence by the time we were both naked and I caught sight of his magnificent errection, my poor little pussy was throbbing and pulsating wildly.

Something I should explain; as before, even though I was one the main participants in this performance, a lot of what I'm now relating, especially the visual aspects of it, I only know from watching Graham's video afterwards. The only visuals I could actually see were Olaf and the faces of my audience, especially my poor Gerry.

But back to Olaf and I, as I'd said my pussy was pouting, and although I could feel the sensation, this was one thing the video showed in close-up, and also caused plenty of comment at the video showing later. But it wasn't just my pussy that demonstrated my arousal, my hips were also rhythmically lifting, and with each lift my knees would turn outwards, offering my pussy to this gigantic Adonis.

It must have been obvious to all that I was ready, and as soon as Olaf removed the candle, he positioned himself in-between my legs, and as he looked me in the eyes, he asked,

"Are you ready?"

My mind and body were in total agreement, but my body got its answer in first. So as I heaved my hips forwards, impaling my pussy with his cock, I made the meaningless reply,

"Yes please."

But the word please hadn't left my lips before I started to sigh and moan as the pain of the pussy stretching began to overwhelm my consciousness,

"Oh ohh a. Ah uh urr. Oww oh fuck."

And with each successive thrust, my sighs got longer,

"Oohw ooh ooooh."

And then as he gradually picked up his pace and pushed deeper, the tone of my moans went higher,

"Ooh ooh fuck me ooooowh."

Going back to my Gerry's words of comfort; when he'd been trying to persuade me to have sex in the club; 'if it's too big it won't go in. You can only take what your pussy is made to take.' So being as my pussy was as turned-on and eager for action as it was possible to be, I might have expected it would have stretched to accommodate Olaf's cock within a few strokes. But although I now thought that to be the case, later viewing showed, even after three minutes of hard pushing, there was still a good three inches not being used!

My moans and sighs as I felt my pussy stretching to accept his size, gradually changed from expressions of the pain I was experiencing, to sighs of pleasure. And even though I realised at the time, this would upset my Gerry, these were feelings, I couldn't suppress.