Teachers Conference

[max hunter]

This is longer than my usual stories, it is based on characters and ideas from another member, hope you like it.

Authors note: this is a work of fiction and the author does not in any condone any acts of violence or assault.

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Teacher’s conference

Cindy and Stephanie were attending a teacher’s conference for a few days out in the country. They were very much looking forward to it, generally their day to day teaching jobs were fairly mundane, and whilst there are serious aspects to these conferences, there was also the chance to socialise with like minded people and share ideas. Best of all was that this particular conference was being held at a country spa location that was quite luxurious and outside of their normal budgets.

This affair followed the usual format of reasonably laid back informal evenings through the week, but ending with a big formal dinner and dancing on the Thursday night, with the delegates free on Friday to use the facilities or nurse their hangovers before returning home.

During the week, Cindy and Stephanie were befriended by two young men, Ben and Max. They were young teachers, both only in their early 20’s and just a few years out of training college. The ladies were very flattered as these two young men were good looking, athletic and polite, constantly showering the ladies with compliments. This was great for Cindy and Stephanie’s egos as although they were still very attractive ladies, Cindy was now in her early 40’s and Stephanie in her late 30’s. They loved their husbands and were always loyal to them, but neither could remember the last time they had received a proper compliment at home. And for a few days they were being complimented several times a day, whether for their ideas, looks and occasionally their “stunning” figures as Max had once thrown into the conversation.

The week passed very quickly (as these things always do when you are having a good time) and soon the Thursday evening dinner was upon them. The spa hotel they were staying at was primarily a substantial house with all the main facilities and many rooms, supplemented by a number of cabins in the grounds. The grounds themselves were extensive, with a large lake the centre piece. It had a jetty and a small island in the middle that could be reached from a small motor launch or rowing boat that was kept in a quant though slightly run down boat house on the shoreline. There were immaculate lawns from the house down to the lake and then increasing amounts of forested land beyond that.

Cindy and Stephanie were sharing a cabin which was a simple but comfortable affair, the front door opened into a communal sitting area and kitchenette. The two small bedrooms, each with a large bed that filled the rooms, and a bathroom all linked off this central area. The two ladies were in their cabin getting ready for a good night out. Cindy was the shorter of the two at 5 feet 5” but had fabulous 36C breasts which had remained firm and pert with age and curvy hips. Her hair was blonde and she liked to wear it in a pony-tail as it made her look a little younger. She was going to wear a tight purple dress with white stripes on it for the evening which accentuated her fine figure, but because she was a sensible lady it had a high neckline; she had had enough men in her life gawping at her cleavage and so tended not to put it on show. She felt quite sexy with her black bra and panties and suntan coloured pantyhose finished off with a fine pair of ankle strap pumps with nearly a 3” heel. She looked in the mirror, the purple dress with its sash belt round the waist finishing just a couple of inches above the knee and the heels suggested to her that men would notice, men would look but the message was one of don’t touch!

Stephanie was a few inches taller than Cindy, she loved her running and her physique was all the better for it. She had long legs and smaller breasts and cut her brown hair fairly short, and with her cute face and small black rimmed glasses would turn the heads of a certain part of the male population that liked that look. For their big evening she had chosen to wear a sexy grey matching bra and panties set with nude coloured pantyhose. She dressed this with a tight black pencil skirt that was a little shorter than Cindy’s dress and then topped it with a pink sweater that was conversely a little baggie. She also loved her heels and chose a 2 ½” heel on her pumps which was a challenge for both ladies given the unmade pathways through the complex.

They discussed Max and Ben a little, they had been fun company and both ladies agreed that they were going to have great evening with them; after all they had made it very clear that they were not going to entertain any kind of sexual encounter and anyway they were probably just a bit too old for them. But they felt lucky to have the boy’s company as it kept all the other boring morons away from them and at the end of the day they were having a bit of a laugh.

Happy that they both had the right look for a great evening the ladies packed their essentials into their clutch bags and set off to the drinks reception. They closed and locked the cabin door and glanced at their watches, it was just gone 7pm and the drinks reception had just started.

*****
Max and his best friend Ben felt the week was going very much in line with their best case scenario. They could not believe their luck when they met Cindy and Stephanie on the first day, two very sexy MILF’s. Cindy just looked the part with her blond hair in a ponytail and large breasts whilst Stephanie whilst initially appearing a bit studious was a lot of fun and definitely very cute features attached to a fit body.

The guys really didn’t give a shit about the content of the conference; they just wanted to get laid. They came to these types of affairs frequently and paid to attend, both had large trust funds to draw on so the cost didn’t matter. Often they had little idea what the conference they were attending was actually about, but they always followed the same plan. When they first arrived (and they generally arrived first) they would clock all of the female delegates. Some were plain ugly, whilst the young attractive ones would have men circling around them of every age, from the young and handsome to the old, fat and possibly rich types. What they would look for were attractive ladies in their late 30’s / early 40’s and befriend them before others gave up trying to impress the hot youngsters. As they rarely knew what the conference was about, they could get the ladies to talk about themselves and the conference. They were intelligent and picked things up and had an almost comedy routine together and ladies do like to talk about themselves and for someone to listen.

This then put the boys ahead of the game so to speak. The ladies would head straight to them in the breaks and in the bar after dinner as they would want to put off the other men that had now decided to hit on them having been given the cold shoulder by the young hotties they tried to chat up on day one. This would guarantee them company on the final night of the course where things could go one of two ways. Either the ladies succumbed to their advances and they had a sexual encounter with them, they were young fit lads after all, or if they didn’t then they were usually easy to rape. The ladies of this age were more practical and tended to see the sense in not fighting back in order to avoid getting hurt and they certainly never reported it because they never wanted their husbands to find out – what is a night of bad experiences compared to a lifetime of misery as their marriages fell apart? Anyway, so far they had got away with it many times without the slightest hint repercussions.

Max and Ben had a similar cabin and were getting ready, for men it was so easy. Max had opted for a loose fitting white shirt worn over the top of his dark chinos whilst Ben had opted for a dark navy tight fitting designer t-shirt over a pair of tidy jeans. They discussed Cindy and Stephanie at great length. Would they just succumb to their charms once they had got them drunk enough or would they have to use force? They suspected the latter because every time they had turned a compliment into a slight innuendo they had usually been told by the ladies that they were not looking for a fling no matter how young or virile the suitors were. So Max and Ben had spent time planning the various scenarios that might unfold as the evening went on. It was nearing 7pm as they left the cabin and in the next five hours they intended to have a lot of fun.

*****
Ben and Max were as always the first to arrive. The important first step was to check the random seating plan and ensure that Cindy and Stephanie were “randomly” sitting next to them at dinner. Max took the task of wandering into the restaurant area and ensuring that the place settings around one of the tables went Max, Stephanie, Cindy and Ben. People would know it was fixed but what the heck. By the time the ladies arrived, Ben and Max were back in the bar area with additional glasses of champagne to hand out to the two ladies. The boys then settled into their routine, which involved them seeming to drink lots but not really and plying the ladies with as much alcohol as they could persuade them. Stephanie was already loosening up and gratefully accepting new glasses of champagne whilst downing the previous one a little too quickly. Cindy was drinking at a fair pace as well, but was being careful to ensure that she was drinking slightly less than Stephanie.

At 8pm they were called to their tables and found their places around big circular tables with 10 place settings. Max and Ben pulled out the ladies chairs so they could sit together and then Max sat to Stephanie’s left whilst Ben sat to Cindy’s right. Although not strictly running boy/girl/boy/girl around the table it was nice for the ladies that they could sit together whilst Ben and Max could pass nods and winks without anyone else really noticing. As a result the dinner was spent with the boys facing in to the ladies and the rest of the table largely being ignored. The party had moved on to the table wines and Cindy and Stephanie felt very happy and comfortable.

The meal itself went by without incident, Cindy noticed that the boys were constantly filling their glasses with wine which Stephanie in particular continued to consume very quickly, and was starting to feel a bit giddy but mostly in a happy way. At one point Cindy and Stephanie retired to the bathroom and Cindy gave Stephanie a gentle warning not to drink too much, but it was a gentle warning as Cindy was getting pretty happy herself.
After the meal was finished they stayed at the table and watched as the disco started up. The lights were dimmed and although no one was rushing up to dance, a few people round the table milled off to the bar. Not only had Max put their place names together but he had picked the table in the darkest corner and the four places in the part of the table that put them into the far corner of the room looking back into it.

Very soon the rest of the people on their table had either wandered off or turned their chairs to face into the room such that no one was really looking at the four of them – it was as if they were in a room within a room. Max started to up the ante with Stephanie, his chair was now turned in towards her, he was telling her how attractive she was and was now able to place his left hand just above her left knee but just below the hemline of her skirt. Stephanie didn’t protest but swiftly moved it away. Max simply tried again and again until Stephanie could not be bothered and left it there. On the other side Ben was flirting with Cindy and the innuendo was reaching a new level as he playfully tried to undo the tie around her dress and suggesting it would be of better use tying her hands behind her back. This was all happening in good humour and the ladies generally laughed it off as general horseplay.

After another bottle of wine seemed to bite the dust, Max’s hand was starting to slip up under Stephanie’s skirt which wasn’t easy as it was so tight fitting but he managed to get half way up the top of her thigh. Stephanie was feeling uncomfortable but not wanting to cause a scene placed her hands on top of her skirt to stop him going any further. On the other side Ben was now telling Cindy how lovely she was and asking would she change her mind and go back to his room with him. Again Cindy laughed it off and told him that there was no way that was going to happen.
In an attempt to give them a bit more space the ladies suggested they go for a dance and Max and Ben followed them to the floor. Everything was fine for ten or fifteen minutes as they gyrated and bopped to various chart hits and dance classics. Just when they were starting to tire and wanted to sit down the music changed and on came a slow romantic record. Quick as a flash the boys grabbed their arms and pulled the ladies back into a slow dance, Max was now with Cindy and Ben with Stephanie. The ladies reluctantly obliged and they started to dance at arm’s length to the slow music.

The boys kept their respective conversations light hearted but both ladies found themselves being pulled into a close clinch with their partners and the boys hands were now roving up and down their backs and grabbing a handful of backside from time to time, trying to dance cheek to cheek and steal the occasional kiss. Both ladies backed away from the kissing but of course this just caused them to arch their backs which in turn found them rubbing themselves against the boy’s crotches. The two ladies managed a quick concerned glance as they could both feel that Ben and Max now had huge erections.

Mercifully the slow songs came to an end and the ladies made their excuses to go to the bathroom and catch their breath. Cindy was telling Stephanie that she thought they should leave as the boys were getting a bit out of hand. Stephanie did not agree, telling Cindy to loosen up, they boys were having fun and nothing too out of hand had really happened. It was only just gone 10pm and Stephanie’s intoxicated brain was telling her that she was having a good time, letting her hair down and the boys were just young and playful. After a few minutes of reasoning the two friends agreed that they would have one more drink, a quick walk to the lake and back and then call it a night.

*****
Whilst the ladies were in the bathroom, Ben and Max were detailing out the endgame. They had tried to seduce Cindy and Stephanie through a combination of charm and alcohol and it had not worked. They had even paid the DJ $20 to put on a couple of slow records at their signal. There were mixed emotions at this point, because consensual sex was a boost to the ego, but rape was a lot more fun. They knew by then the best they could do was to persuade Cindy and Stephanie to have one more drink for the road so to speak, and that was easy because the ladies had already agreed between themselves the same option. Ben and Max had decided to add a mild sedative to Cindy’s drink as she still seemed in control and had not drunk enough. She might fight a bit harder. The sedative was not so strong as to put her to sleep, just strong enough to disorientate her a little more; after all they wanted her to remember the whole experience. Stephanie on the other hand they concluded was drunk enough and that one more large wine would be plenty enough to control her. They also decided that at this point they would go back to being totally polite gentlemen; it would help them get to first base later on.

*****
Stephanie and Cindy got back to the table and sure enough two large glasses of wine were sitting there waiting for them. The boys ushered them to their seats and the conversation became light hearted again, indeed Ben and Max seemed to have chilled out and made no more attempt to grope the ladies or make any further sexual advances. At one point Stephanie turned to Cindy and said “see, I told you so......they have got the message and were just larking about” and Cindy was beginning to think she was probably wrong about them after all. They told the boys when they sat down that this would be their final drink and the boys did not protest their decision.

At the end of the drink, the ladies got up to leave. Ben and Max stood up and kisses on the cheeks were politely exchanged. Cindy suddenly felt her head start to spin and Max suggested helpfully that a walk down to the lakefront should clear their heads a little. The ladies thanked them for the idea even though they had previously decided to do this; neither had thought through that this suggestion might have any other sinister motive.

And so Cindy and Stephanie staggered out of the disco and onto the lawns that ran down to the lake. It was a still and warm night and with a full moon reflecting off the lake, the translucent light was surprisingly bright and yet eerie at the same time. The woodlands seemed correspondingly darker against the brightness of the starry moonlit sky and the reflections of the lake. This gave a clear outline of the lake and with a few giggles they started to stagger down the lawn to the lake. After 20 or 30 yards they both realised that walking in high heeled pumps was not a good plan and reached down to take them off. They continued their stagger down to the lake, clutch bags and pumps in one hand, clutch bags in the other. Through their pantyhose they could feel that the grass was damp and slightly soft underfoot, it had rained earlier in the week and there was still a slight softness to the ground despite the warmth of the evening.

Long before they got to the lakeside the two ladies were trying to hold each other up, Stephanie dizzy from the alcohol, Cindy’s world getting hazy from the other substance in her drink. They laughed about the great evening they had had, about how much they had had to drink and what a wonderful setting they were in. Indeed Stephanie went so far as to describe it as a heavenly and romantic setting. Both continued to hold their clutch bags whilst their pumps hung from her fingers by the straps as well. They could hear the music and in particular the thumping beats from the disco but little else, there was no one else around either from the party or returning to their cabins which were round the other side of the house. It was unlikely anyone would hear anything down by the lakeside.

*****
The boys had watched the ladies walking, well at least staggering down to the lake and knew that everything was going to plan. They agreed that the first thing they would do when they caught up with the ladies is separate them as soon as they could and start their assaults from there.
*****
They reached the lake shoreline and stood admiring the view for a few moments when they suddenly jumped out of their skin as Max and Ben suddenly appeared from behind them. Max quickly volunteered that they had seen them looking unsteady and thought it best that they walk them back to their cabins. Cindy was beginning to lose her bearings a little and thought that on balance it was probably a good idea to let them walk them home.

But Ben suggested they first explore the boathouse which was only 50 yards off the lawn area towards the woodland, he jokingly suggested that they could take a rowing boat out which had everyone laughing given they would probably struggle to untie the ropes, never mind actually do any rowing. In any event, Ben assured them that the track looped round to the cabins on their way home. The ladies shrugged and walked alongside the boys until they reached the boathouse. At this point Ben took hold of Cindy’s hand and pulled her gently towards the door at the end of the boathouse telling her “let’s see if the door is open”. Of course he knew it was, he had broken the lock earlier in the day. As they approached the door Cindy made a giggly protest that there was no way they were going in with the boys at this time of night. “Why are you scared of creepy crawlies or ghosts Ben retorted?” and he gently pushed the creaky old door open. He was still holding Cindy’s hand as she stood as best she could behind him.

*****
At that point Max grabbed Stephanie’s pumps from her hand and ran round to the other side of the boathouse and laughingly threatened to throw them into the lake. Instinctively Stephanie chased after him, though she was a good runner, in her tight skirt this was more of a waddle. As Stephanie disappeared from sight, Ben tightened his grip around Cindy’s hand and first pulled her towards the boathouse door and then pushed her with a shove in the back through the door and quickly closed it behind them. Stephanie was unaware of where Cindy was and chased Max along the shoreline trying to retrieve her pumps. Apart from recovering her pumps the only other thought she had was for her pantyhose feet; this close to the lake the ground was wetter and she could feel the ground though not completely muddy was softer around her feet.

Once they were 50 yards from the boathouse Max stopped running and turned to face Stephanie and as she approached he tossed the pumps to the ground a few feet away from him. Stephanie bent over to pick up her shoes and even in the low light, Max could see her long legs reaching to her ass that was stretching every fibre of her tight fitting skirt. As she stood up with her clutch bag in one hand and pumps in the other she felt Max up behind her. He didn’t say anything, just placed his hands on her waist and started to press his groin towards her. Stephanie was immediately aware of Max’s erection and quickly murmured “No, please don’t” and then “let’s get back to the boathouse, I need to find Cindy”. Max didn’t say anything, and whilst Stephanie stood there transfixed, her brain desperately trying to work out what was going on, Max reached under her sweater with both hands and moved them up to her breasts. Max’s first thought was that they were a nice handful and he started to gently squeeze them He then started to kiss her neck which with her short hair seemed to be inviting him. Again Stephanie told him no and asked him to stop, a little more anxiety in her voice.

She tried to wriggle free, quite tamely as she still thought this was a misunderstanding and could soon be laughed away. But Max continued to hold her tight and with his left hand still on her breast his right hand darted down and tried to squeeze down the front of her skirt which was not easy as it was so tight. Stephanie let out a squeal and shouted now to be let go. She dropped her bag and pumps and summoned all her strength to break free, including a well aimed kick with her heel to Max’s shins. Stephanie hoped for some kind of hurt response but Maxed just laughed. He withdrew both his hands and grabbed Stephanie by the upper arm and threw her to the ground. She landed flat on her face and as she tried to pick herself up, Max fell on top of her and pressed her into the damp ground. Stephanie was still wriggling, and screaming to be let go but couldn’t move under Max’s weight. Max let his whole weight lie on Stephanie and lifted both hands to grab the back of her head. He then turned her head until it faced straight down and pushed it into the soft ground. Stephanie could taste damp soil in her mouth and her glasses came off in the struggle. At last Max spoke. “Steph, you can do this the hard way or the easy way but the hard way will hurt a lot more, do you understand?” Stephanie still couldn’t rationalise what was happening but she knew that Max was pressing her head into the ground and it was hard to breath. After a few more moments he released the pressure on her head enabling Stephanie to turn it to one side and get some air again.

Max stood up and gazed down on Stephanie. She lay still wondering what was going to happen next; she did not need to wait long. Over the sound of the music in the distance, the slight rustling of the trees in the breeze and the lake water lapping on the shoreline she hear the sound of the zip at the back of her skirt being pulled down. She could just catch him out of the corner of his eye Max now crouching over her legs and then the tug as he pulled the skirt over her hips. It was still tight with the zip undone and she was lying down so it did not slip down easily bet sure enough once it was over her hips it was quickly off her legs. Max seemed to get some pleasure from tossing the skirt a few feet from her face on the ground where she was looking, a reminder that he was now looking down on her beautiful long legs just covered in her pantyhose and grey panties underneath.

Stephanie realised that she needed to try to make another bid to escape and started an ungainly crawl by lifting her front onto her elbows and pressing her knees into the ground. But she barely got another couple of feet before she felt Max’s stamp on her backside and make her realise how futile this was. Max then dropped to his knees between her legs which had spread out with her attempts at crawling and with both hands grabbed the top of her pantyhose. Stephanie felt the hose being pulled up briefly before it started to rip apart. Max then switched his attention to her lovely grey panties and repeated the action of getting both hands inside the waistband of them but this time instead of pulling them upwards he dragged them down her thighs enough to reveal her beautiful round bottom.

Stephanie tried again to propel herself forwards but this time Max fell on top of her, pressing her body down with all his weight, his head now behind hers he started toying with her silver earring with his tongue. By lying on top of Stephanie he was able to prop himself on her and twist slightly so that his right hand could undo his trousers and pull them down far enough to take out his penis. Stephanie could now feel the dampness of the ground on her naked thighs and through the material of her woollen top. The next thing she felt was the warmth of Max’s erection nestling on the cheeks of her backside which increased her level of panic. His arms then came up and pinned her arms down either side of her so that she really could not move at all and whilst continuing to use his tongue to toy with her earring he slowly motioned his hips trying to move his penis closer to either her arse or pussy. He came closest to her arse and pressed against it. However Stephanie had never had anal sex, Max’s penis was large and with her panties still round the middle of her thighs he could not spread her legs that wide. In the excitement of the moment and the friction from just rubbing himself in her cheeks Max quickly came and Stephanie felt the warm sticky come being ejaculated between her arse cheeks. Max quickly lifted himself back onto his knees and continued his torment of Stephanie by gently rubbing and spreading his sticky sperm around her anus and down to her pussy lips.

After a few more minutes he stopped and tried to pull up her panties and torn pantyhose and then got up and told her to put her skirt back on. Stephanie needed no second asking and pulled her panties up fully and just restored the torn panty hose as best she could. There was nothing she could do about the uncomfortable feeling of the cum in her arse cheeks and panties but all in all she figured it could have been a lot worse; that no part of her body had been penetrated by Max.

As she pulled her skirt back up she asked where Cindy was and demanded to be taken back to her; her mind was now considering what might have happened to her. Max offered his hand which she refused and handed back her shoes and bag that he had picked up whilst she had been putting her skirt back on; except that the bag was now missing the key to her cabin which he had removed and put into his pocket. Stephanie retrieved her glasses, wiped the dirt off them before putting them back on and they silently walked back towards the boathouse.

*****
In the meantime Cindy found herself alone in the boathouse with Ben, and all was very quiet. The boathouse was effectively two wide pontoons covered by 3 walls and a pitched roof with a small motor launch and a couple of rowing boats moored in between. Although there was no lighting, the moonlight shimmered off the water and her eyes started to adapt to the gloom. There was a variety of ropes, sail bags and alike lying around and a couple of work benches in the corner away from the door. The place smelt dank and oily from the engine maintenance work that had gone on there over many years and presumably from the fuel that was in the large cylindrical drums along one of the pontoons.

Cindy was still unsteady on her feet and the room was not entirely stable. She managed to slur out “No, we need to find Steph, I don’t like it in here, please let me go”. Ben was still standing beside her to her left, his left hand holding her left wrist, his right hand still pressing the base of her spine and manoeuvring her forward.

“Come on, let’s have a look at the motor launch” suggested Ben and he started to steer Cindy towards the pontoon it was moored against, only now she could feel that his right hand had dropped and was pushing and squeezing her backside. Ben was not holding her tightly, he figured that he should still try being nice and persuasive, but even in her confused state Cindy did not want to be a part of this. She wriggled free of his hand that was holding hers and tried to make a break for it, however in her confused state she ran towards the corner where the work benches were and Ben was easily able to corner her. Cindy turned to face him and stepped back as he approached her until she could feel the work bench pressing against her thighs and realised she could step back no further.

Ben calmly reached out and pulled at the sash round Cindy’s waist, the bow came apart and with both hands he removed it from Cindy. Cindy dropped her pumps and bag and tried to stop Ben. “No” she pleaded as her predicament was slowly beginning to seep into her head. Then quick as a flash Ben span her around so she was facing the bench and shoved her head down with one hand round the back of her neck. Cindy could smell the oil on the bench as her neck was pressed down. Ben then let go and quickly pulled her arms back and although Cindy struggled it wasn’t long before Ben had her sash tied to one wrist and then pulling both wrists together wrapped the sash around the other and with some degree of expertise had both wrists tied tightly together behind her.

Cindy tried again to get up from the table but Ben more gently this time held her back down with one hand and slowly pulled down the zip at the back of her dress, he always savoured the moment of stripping the victim. He did so quite slowly and she could feel his penis pressing into her backside through the fabric of his jeans and her dress. She then felt his hands on her naked back pulling the back of her dress apart and reaching for a clip at the back of her black bra. However her bra had a front clip which she knew Ben realised as he gave a little snorting chuckle. Ben withdrew his hands from inside her dress and stepped back slightly and pulled Cindy back upright with the ponytail of hair and span her round to face him again, her backside again pressed against the edge of the workbench. The high neckline on her dress was starting to gape and Ben had no problem pulling it down with both hands revealing her beautiful breasts clad in her black lacy bra; though he couldn’t pull the dress down any further because of Cindy’s arms tied behind her back.
Ben then unfastened the front clip and let her breasts fall free, leaving the bra hanging from her shoulders. He briefly weighed up her breasts but this was not his main prize and he had decided the foreplay was enough. Cindy was still trying to get her foggy brain to function, should she fight or quietly accept her fate – risk being hurt in trying to escape or getting it over and done with as quickly as possible. In rapid succession now Ben started on the lower half of her body. He hiked up the front of her dress to reveal her panty hose and matching black lacy panties and started to rip away at the hose like a frenzied madman until the front was completely destroyed and her panties all that was left to conceal her pussy. Ben then stepped very close to her and sank one hand down the front of her panties, teasing her wispy pubic hair.

At this moment all of Cindy’s thinking finally came to a conclusion. She spurted out, “No, please don’t, I’ll give you a blow job instead, that would be consent because I am agreeing to it yes?”

Ben stopped and thought for a moment. He slowly read back Cindy’s words “It would be consent because you agree to it?”.

“Yes” Cindy replied, “so long as you let Steph and I go back to our cabins afterwards”

After a few more moments Ben replied “OK, let’s do it”.

He slowly withdrew his hand from the front of her panties, stepped back and unzipped his trousers and presented his penis to Cindy.

“You have to let me cum in your mouth though” he commanded. It was not what Cindy planned but she quietly nodded. Ben pushed her down onto her knees and rammed his penis into her beautiful little mouth and again grabbed her pony tail to ensure she was giving him the maximum pleasure. Cindy felt Ben’s rhythm building up and as his breathes got shorter and shorter he exploded into her mouth. She had little choice but to take it as his grip on her hair was too strong to move anywhere. Just as she thought she was going to be sick he let her go and she coughed heavily from the near choking. Some of the cum mixed with saliva was dribbling down her chin and onto her naked breasts and the top of the front of her dress.

*****

The momentary silence was broken by the door being shoved open and Stephanie entered with Max close behind clearly guiding her where to walk. Cindy’s sight had adapted fully to the dim conditions and although in shadow, the reflection of the moonlight off the water in the boat house was strong enough to show Stephanie’s distraught face, the dirt on the front of her skirt and pink jumper and her muddy knees. Stephanie’s eyes took longer to adapt but she could clearly make out Cindy in the corner of the boathouse with her hands apparently tied behind her back, still kneeling in front of Ben her dress sitting below her naked breasts, her bra hanging unclipped off her shoulders.

Max closed the door behind him and shoved Stephanie towards the corner where Cindy was still kneeling. Both ladies asked in union to be allowed back to their cabin, Cindy added that it was what had been agreed. The two boys ignored their requests and turned their heads away from them and whispered to each other for a minute or so. Stephanie put her pumps and bag down and helped Cindy to her feet, pulling her dress back over her breasts though she thought it quicker and easier to leave the bra unclipped and wasn’t sure whether to do up the zip at the rear and so left it undone. The ladies anxiety increased in the uncertainty.

Eventually the boys turned back around and Max spoke some words that they really did not want to hear. “Time to swap partners” was the simple statement he made, and both boys grinned. Cindy desperately reminded Ben of his promise to let them go, but he simply ignored it. Now both ladies were cowering side by side against the edge of the bench as the two boys approached them. Max was facing Cindy and Ben facing Stephanie.

Max got to Cindy first and without ceremony pulled the front of her dress down over her breasts, spun her back round again and pushed her face down over the table.

Stephanie was frozen to the spot as Ben stood in front of her, pulled her forward to him and reached round to the zip at the back of her skirt and pulled it apart. Instead of fighting back with her free hands, Stephanie found herself simply gripping the edge of the workbench.

Cindy heard Stephanie scream but was too numb to scream herself as she felt Max hitch up the back of her skirt and rip away at the remains of her pantyhose.

Stephanie felt Ben tugging her skirt down with both hands over her hips and then it falling to the floor at her ankles.

Cindy felt her panties being ripped down and the narrow seam on the left side gave away under the brutal force. Max only needed to pull the remnants of her pantyhose and knickers down to mid thigh and then he stepped inside her feet and pushed them apart.

Stephanie was pushed back by Ben and down onto the table so that she was lying on her back her legs dangling over the edge.

Although face down on the table Cindy’s head was looking to one side towards Stephanie and saw her land on her back beside her.

As Stephanie fell back onto the table she caught Cindy’s tearful gaze staring back at her. Both ladies then closed their eyes.

Stephanie could feel Ben tearing apart what was left of her pantyhose. He pulled her to the edge of the table and pulled down her pretty little grey panties over her now limp legs and off her feet.

Cindy was now aware that Max undoing his trousers and felt his penis pressing into her pussy.

Stephanie opened her eyes and looked up towards Ben and saw him undoing his own trousers; he pushed her knees apart and pressed his penis into her pussy.

Then synchronised together the two boys started to rape the two ladies. Cindy and Stephanie could hear the repeated sounds of slapping flesh as the two boys pounded into them. Stephanie closed her eyes again as she felt Ben lean forward and lifted up her jumper and then lifted her bra up over her breasts. By holding onto her pert little tits he seemed to get more purchase and rammed her harder and harder.

Cindy felt Stephanie’s little hand reach across and grab her forearm that was still tied behind her as if it was a comforter as Max’s pounding was forcing her thighs harder and harder against the table.

And then the two boys came, Ben first but Max less than 30 seconds behind him. The two boys looked at each other and grinned before high fiving each other. “See that wasn’t so bad” exclaimed Max to the two ladies. Then as their penises started to go limp they withdrew from the ladies and did up their trousers again. Cindy and Stephanie hardly dare move, Stephanie still holding onto Cindy’s forearm that was tied behind her back. The boys stepped back to admire their handy-work in the gloomy light, Ben idly playing with Stephanie’s trimmed dark bush before fingering for a moment her cum filled pussy.

Max went back to Cindy and pulled off the remnants of her pantyhose and black lacy panties, and pulled out a smallish bag from under the workbench and stuffed them in there. Ben did the same with the remains of Stephanie’s underwear admiring her lovely long legs one more time; torn underwear could be evidence. Max then undid the tie that bound Cindy’s wrists and pulled her up to her feet by her ponytail. Ben pulled up Stephanie by her arms as well. The ladies looked a mess, Stephanie with just her jumper and bra on, naked from the waist down, Cindy with her dress still up round her waist and down at the front with her front opening bra hanging from her shoulders and her lovely breasts on plain view.

“OK ladies make yourselves decent please” commanded Max. Cindy and Stephanie needed no second asking. Cindy clipped her bra back together and pulled up her dress, whilst Stephanie pulled her bra back down and retrieved her skirt and pulled it back on. Finally Stephanie zipped up the back of Cindy’s dress as she had done so merrily before they had come out.

Cindy managed to audibly describe the boys as “bastards” but they both ignored it. Max continued with the instructions. “OK ladies, we will walk you back to your cabins and you will act as if nothing else has happened. That way nothing else will happen, do you understand” Both ladies nodded meekly as Ben picked up the holdall and the ladies retrieved their clutch bags and Stephanie her pumps. The four of them then left the boathouse and the boys walked them the back way round the outskirts of the grounds back to their cabins so that there was little chance of them meeting anyone on the way back. Little was spoken, Ben half whistled a little ditty whilst the disco music was still pulsating in the background.

As they got to the cabin Max quickly snatched Cindy’s bag and retrieved her key and unlocked the door for them, knowing that he still had Stephanie’s key to the cabin in his pocket...........

[MissyB]

I love the story, Max! Well written and very descriptive! I look forward to reading your other stories, as well. ;-D

[max hunter]

Thanks MissyB, glad you enjoyed it!

Originally Posted by MissyB

I love the story, Max! Well written and very descriptive! I look forward to reading your other stories, as well. ;-D

[Mad Gerald]

great cheers more more encore!

[max hunter]

Cheers, thanks for the feedback!

Originally Posted by tstrappumps10

Missy B put it perfectly! Well crafted story, with lots of detail, and some great rape parts. Very realistic, the descriptions of the characters are excellent. I can picture them, and the story unfolding!

[max hunter]

Thank-you, appreciated, more stories in progress

Originally Posted by Mad Gerald

great cheers more more encore!

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