Abigail in Trouble Ch. 10: Bridesmaid Ambush

This was too much. Abigail had to stop him, so she took in a deep breath, ready to scream the place down. As her scream came out, it was quickly cut short by a ball that was forced into her mouth. She struggled as Phil strapped it tightly in place, muffling her now frantic mumbling protests, but effectively silencing the scream. Her threat was now an idle one, and she felt much more helpless now.

Her eyes opened in surprise as a gleeful Roger turned his hand and cupped the middle of her bottom, then firmly followed the thin lace panties as he stroked down her groove. Her legs were spread enough to allow his warm hand to cup over her panties as his fingers slid down and over her pussy. She made little mewling noises into the gag in meek frustration that she couldn't stop him exploring her delicate lace panties over her pussy, with his large, warm hand.

He rubbed his hand down over her pudenda, smoothing the textured lace against her pussy, and pressing gently into her, feeling her womanhood through the thin material. His other hand held her back down firmly as he rubbed his right hand up and down her pussy through the delicate panties from behind. He could feel her warm dampness through the lace. His middle finger delved deeper up and down the crack of her pussy, nudging down to explore where her clit was still hidden under its hood. She juddered slightly as his fingers ran through her groove and teased her.

Then, lifting the back of her skirt up with his left hand, he exposed the backs of her legs with the lace-top stocking and frilly garters and the nice lace panties underneath. He whistled slightly in admiration of the sexy sight. He held the skirt up bunch just on the top of her bottom while he rubbed her pussy more firmly up and down through her panties.

Unseen by Abigail, he lifted his right hand to his mouth and licked his middle finger, ensuring a good coating of saliva. Then he hooked a finger and lifted the lace of her panties to enable his slick middle finger to delve into the middle of her crack just below her bum hole. She gasped as she felt the wet finger slide down through her groove and through the sensitive valley of her pussy.

He repeated this several times, transferring blobs of saliva to her pussy. The saliva helped him slip his finger down her slit, delving a little into the warm, moist flesh of her pussy, and exploring down until, with a squeal from her lips, nudged across her clit. She jerked and mumbled from behind that gag and she tugged at the rope being held tight by Bert, trying to get loose.

But Bert held on tightly and Roger persisted. He started teasing his wet finger up and down the full length of her sensitive pussy, rubbing deeper between the lips with each pass and working her clit out from its hood with each nudge. She gasped as he ran his finger up and down her groove as it delved deeper.

Soon, Roger could feel a wetness deeper between her pussy lips as he encountered her own juices. The pills must have been working, he thought. He dipped his fingers into her juice and spread it up and down her pussy lips and especially around her clit, which swelled each time he touched it.

Roger was enjoying winding up the poor defenceless young bridesmaid, but he wanted more, and knowing that his friends would become impatient, shuffled around to kneel behind Abigail. He had a lovely view down on her pert bottom in its nice lace lingerie. He firmly tugged her panties to the side over one cheek and gazed down at her lovely pussy.

He licked his fingers some more and fingered her gently with one hand while he unzipped his trousers and shrugged them over his hips with the other. His large cock sprung free and pointed at her. He grabbed it in his fist and dipped it down to touch her bottom. She jumped, knowing what the hot hard flesh was and started weeping and shrieking a him. As before, they ignored her.

Holding his impressive cock in his fist, Roger rubbed the tip up and down her now slippery slit, nudging the lips apart and coating the bell end with her juices. At the bottom of each stroke, he wiggled the large head firmly up and down against her clit, feeling it throb and grow more erect with each touch. She started whimpering as he teased her super sensitive flesh between her slick pussy lips.

Then finally, he was satisfied that his cock was coated enough with her juice. He gripped her firm body at her hips with both hands, holding the dress skirt bunched up there, and nestled the bulbous tip of his cock against her entrance. He applied some forward pressure and she moaned as her pussy lips spread around the throbbing tip. He moved forward a little, his mushroom tip squeezing between her pussy lips.

Then, as her flesh started to clutch around the back of his bell-end, he knew he had her. Holding her still, he thrust forward firmly. She squealed loudly into the gag as she felt his penis slip into her lush body. Roger sighed deeply feeling the lovely clutching pressure of her slick pussy walls clenching around his hard dick. The other cheered as he plunged into her from behind, sinking to full depth with one thrust until his balls rested against her bottom and his bell-end bottomed out deep inside her. He held himself deep inside her quivering body before he stirred his groin around her pert bottom, ensuring she could feel his long cock moving around inside her and rubbing against all the sensitive spots.

Then Roger started stroking in and out of her pussy, screwing her slow and deep, establishing a steady rhythm. He could feel her pussy involuntarily clenching and unclenching his tool as erotic sensations rippled through her inexperienced body. At the end of each inward stroke, his long dick pushed firmly against the tight end of her pussy, making her squeak. Then his cock withdrew a long way until it was just nestled inside the entrance to her pussy before plunging deep in again.

Roger moved his hands to grip her narrow waist, and using this position for extra leverage, started to really thrust deep inside her tight pussy, opening it up at the end of each stroke to an additionally shrill squeal from her gasping gagged mouth.

The other three were enjoying the sight of the beautiful young bridesmaid being helplessly fucked by the Best Man, while they waited their turn with her. They stroked their own cocks through their trousers as the lounged around, sipping wine and making lewd comments about the display Roger was giving them.

Abigail felt helpless and vulnerable as she was taken from behind. But the constant sliding and stimulation inside her hypersensitive love tunnel started to get to her. She was now squeaking not just in surprise with each stroke, but also under the sensational assault of her erogenous zones. Her body strained as Roger shagged her firmly from behind, smoothly sliding his shaft through her slick body. Her eyes opened wide and closed tight with each inward and outward stroke.

After a few minutes of this relentless pressure, she felt Roger swell inside her and grunt as he plunged himself deeply into her soft body, gripping her waist tightly and pressing the tip of his cock firmly up against the tightness at the end of her tunnel. His shaft pulsed strongly and she felt a long jet of liquid inject through his fleshy pole and splash into her depths. She screamed at the sensation, and as he slid back only to urge himself back into her, releasing a second blast, her orgasm hit her strongly.

She squealed in a high-pitched shriek as she came hard, her body bucking and jerking in his hold. The others cheered as Roger continued to pump her firmly while injecting her young body with his semen, flooding her pussy with his sticky seed. Each thrust drove her orgasm on, making waves of pleasure flush through her entire body. He kept pumping and spewing inside her for a while, as she kept shaking and moaning around his shaft until at last, he slowed down to a stop, completely spent.

She collapsed forward on the pouf, gasping and whimpering and unable to move whilst her body came down off its peak. Roger slipped from her pussy and staggered back to collapsed into a chair to recover. Phil immediately held the back of her dress up and held a glass underneath her pussy. As Roger's seed oozed out of her contracting tunnel, Phil caught most of it in the glass before withdrawing and allowing the dress to fall back over her bottom and legs.

----- Phil -----

Roger was spent and needed some time for the blue pill to help him recover, but the others didn't offer Abigail the same recovery time. They swooped in on her, pulling her off the pouf and making her stand on her shaky legs. Because she was still unsteady on her high-heels, they looped the rope over the ceiling fitting again and hoisted her arms up so that she was supported from it and stretched taught. Her breasts heaved delightfully in the strapless dress, making her cleavage swell up and down.

Then, while she was still recovering from her peak, they started removing her burgundy dress. She squealed another protest at them, muffled by the gag as Phil unzipped the dress down the back, admiring the smooth skin of her back and encountering the expensive cream lace corset. He whistled quietly as he released the dress down to the swell of her pert bottom. He slid his hands into the dress over her hips below the bottom frills of the corset and above her panties, smoothing his hands around her hips. By wiggling his arms, he made the dress shrug off her breasts and fall down to her hips. He freed it from around her hips and it fell in a heap around her feet.

The other two wolf-whistled as Abigail's shapely body in the delectable cream lace corset was fully revealed to them. Abigail blushed deeply as they fully revealed her fully in her expensive underwear. They loved the look of this pretty young bridesmaid in her strapless lace corset with the lace cups which delicately held her large, heaving breasts, so that they could see her nipples poking out. The lace panties had partly fallen back over her pussy and her deep lace stockings were tightly clipped to the frilly garters at the bottom. Her soft naked thighs above the stockings still quivered from her climax.

Phil freed the dress from around her feet by lifting each foot in turn, still clipped to the spreader bar. He admired her stretched lace clad body as she mewled in her bonds. Then he went up behind her and nuzzled in close, resting the erection in his trousers close up into the crack of her bottom. His hands closed gently around her swelling breasts, cupping them. He could feel her body trembling against his front and in his hands. His fingers and thumbs closed around the hardening shapes of her nipples through the delicate lace and tweaked them, making her jump and squeal.

After a while of fondling her breasts and rubbing his crotch into her bottom, Phil stepped back a bit. He looked down at the tightly laced corset and decided he could do better. He untied some of the long laces at the back, but before they loosened, he cinched them in even tighter, making her squeak. She thought they were quite tight enough as it was, but Phil was lace by lace tightening up the corset even more, narrowing her waist, squeezing her body and supporting her generous bust into and even tighter package.

When he was done, her torso was being permanently squeezed from below her breasts, down to her hips, giving her a very narrow waist and making her catch her breath in the constriction. Her D cup breasts were lifted together and displayed a wonderfully deep cleavage.

Then Abigail felt him sliding his hands down her hips, hooking his fingers into the sides of her delicate panties and drawing them down. He tugged them over her hips and started sliding them down over her garter straps. The juice from Roger's discharge was still dribbling out and had soaked her panties, making them stick to her wet pussy. She gasped as Phil peeled the lace away from her pussy lips and dragged her panties down her legs. The thin material stretched wide at her knees. The spreader bar prevented complete removal.

He looked down at her naked bottom from behind and slid his hands round her hips as he stood to her right side. He slid his left hand down the smooth crack of her arse, down over her bum hole. His right hand slid down over her abdomen and down over her baby-smooth hairless mound, sliding down to her pussy.

She gasped as he fondled her from the front and the back. His fingers pressed into her wet pussy, sliding through the sperm and her juice that coated her pussy lips, and delving between, stroking the wet, sensitive flesh within. His left hand cupped underneath her, holding her firmly while his fingertips sank into her from below. His right hand explored into her body and slid back and forth between her clit and her wet hole, slightly opened up by the spreader bar.

Phil fondled her like that for a while, making her whimper under his touch and making her throb each time he tweaked her clit. Using a nod of the head, he beckoned Bert over who came forward holding a smooth stainless steel tail hook with a smooth rounded plastic bulb end on the hook and a couple of short leather straps on the longer end.

Phil slipped a blob of goo from her pussy with his left hand and transferred it to her little bum hole and smeared it thoroughly around the tight muscle. He withdrew his fingers from Abigail's body and Bert handed him the hook. Phil took it and held her waist steady from the front with his left hand as he positioned the hook close to her bottom.

She hadn't seen the item and so she squealed in shock as she felt the cool plastic bulb pressing against her tight little bum hole. He wormed it around while holder her waist at the front and applied firm pressure. She squealed and squirmed as her sphincter muscle finally relented and the smooth rounded end began to slip into her pre-lubricated rear. Phil pressed it into her, screwing it deeper into her rectum, making her wriggle in vain trying to escape.

Soon, it was buried firmly in her bottom. Phil tugged the other end up her back and tucked it tightly into the crack of her arse, hooked up on her tailbone and stretching her body upward by the solid hook. He held it up firmly as Bert tied some of the loose laces in the back of her corset, tightly to the loops of the tail hook, holding it firmly in place, lodged up into her bottom.

Then he enlisted Jason's help. Jason lowered the rope holding her hands up stretched. Jason started to untie her hands. She thought that they were going to release her, but she was wrong. Bert produced some lengths of soft rope and as Phil held her, Jason moved her arms around to the small of her back and Bert expertly tied her wrists and arms tightly together, across each other and tight in to her back.

She whimpered and wriggled as the knots were cinched tight, immobilising her arms behind her, and thrusting her heaving breasts up and out in front of her as her young body arched. Her wonderful cleavage was exaggerated by the strapless lace cups, the tightness of her corset and the angle of her arms tied behind her. She protested indignantly with mumbles and squeaks, which the men ignored.

Once her arms were secure, Phil shuffled her over to behind the large sofa. The back was about level with her waist. She gasped as he pushed her forward over the back of the sofa until she was bent forward over it at her hips. This presented her beautiful bottom complete with the fitted tail hook to his view and he couldn't resist giving both cheeks a good smack. She yelped in surprise as the slaps left a slight handprint on the firm, rounded flesh.

Phil bent down behind her and, holding her bottom cheeks, extended his tongue out towards her dripping pussy. She whimpered as he licked his tongue tip along her gaping gash which was exposed by the angle of her legs tied to the spreader bar, and her high heels lifting her pert bottom up. She was so wet already that he didn't continue for very long, so with a last flick of his tongue over her clit, making her judder, he stood up behind her.

He dropped his trousers and boxers and stood behind her, his long erection standing straight out over her back. Because of her high heels, her pussy was lifted and level with the base of his cock. He placed his hands on her bottom and, bobbing the tip of his cock down over the tail hook, touched her pussy lips with the hot tip. She jumped and gasped as she felt the throbbing flesh touch her wetness.

He flexed his groin, moving his cock up and down against her open pussy lips, then he moved closer, sliding his cock between her legs. The top of his shaft rubbed firmly through her slick gash and nudged across her clit. He began rubbing himself sideways back and forth across her slick slit, teasing the lips apart and coating his bell end with her juices.

He brushed the large head firmly back and forth across her clit, feeling it throb and grow more erect with each touch. She trembled and whimpered as he teased her super sensitive flesh between her slick pussy lips. Then he began to slide his cock in and out from between her legs, the top pressing firmly in her slippery groove and opening up the petals under his sliding.

He adjusted his grip on her by sliding his hands to the bottom of her corset, and pulling back, lined his bulbous bell end with her dripping entrance. He nestled the large tip into her opening, and then lunged forward. Abigail squealed loudly past the gag as he penetrated her tight slippery hole with one smooth thrust. She felt his tool expand and stretch her tight vagina, its passage eased by the slickness of her pussy provided by her juice and Roger's sperm.

Phil pressed himself deep up inside her young, helpless body, feeling her heave around his hot throbbing penis. He started sliding ever so slowly out of her tunnel, rubbing firmly across her G-spot, before almost popping out of her and then slowly sliding back in, extracting another squeal from her.

He started pumping her slowly but firmly, holding her tight by the lacy frills at the bottom of her tight corset. She was whimpering and squirming gently, her pussy already very sensitive from the drug and her previous orgasm. Phil pumped her solidly with long, deep strokes, very slowly building up a tempo, and occasionally rocking his hips to drive into her at a different angle.

She struggled weakly in her tight bonds, but Phil's steady pumping of her tight pussy distracted her attempts to squirm free. To him, she felt wonderful, firmly clutching around his rock-hard shaft as her screwed her steadily. As he slowly increased the pace, he reached out to her tied arms and pulled back on them hard, forcing himself even deeper into her. She squealed each time his cock head hit bottom, rubbed across her G-spot, or mashed her clit at the bottom of each stroke. Soon she was squealing almost continuously.

The other men sat and lounged around, enjoying the entertainment. Even Roger had recovered and was stroking his once again hard cock. The blue pills seemed to be doing their job.

Phil began thrusting faster in and out of the tied teenager, making her jerk with each thrust. He moved his grip further up her arms and pulled her torso up a little, while he continued to pound her. The others could see her large breasts heave and jiggle in their lace cups, threatening to escape. Phil pulled her up even further, the changed angle sliding along new spots inside her pussy. Her mouth was filled with the gag, her eyes closed and her cleavage swelled with each breath.

Phil started really pounding into the 18-year-old bridesmaid from behind, fast and hard, his cock angling up with each inward thrust. She squealed on every thrust in little high-pitched squeaks. His hands snaked around her body to her front until he had pulled her torso up and back to him, pinning her arms against his front. His palms cupped under the shapes of her breasts.