Special Effects

Jodi moved closer again. His own knife flicked open in his hand and I felt Barbie jerk again as she saw the steel glitter in the dark. He lifted his hand up and touched her face with the edge: "We're going to bend you over a table. You give us any trouble or make any noise and I'll slash your cheeks wide open. If you don't want me to do that, nod your head."

Her chin touched my forearm, once, twice, three times. "She's nodding," I told Jodi in case he couldn't see it in the dark.

"A smart girl. Move her to her left."

We knew which way she had to go but it was easier with her knowing as well. She certainly didn't make any effort to hold back. Not many girls do when you start talking about face cutting, especially one as good looking as Barbie.

Jodi took the black curtain off the table and held it up by the corners like a magician getting ready to do a trick. From where I was standing I would have sworn that everybody in the tent must have seen him. But I was in the dark looking out and the crowd were in the light. Even if they'd been looking into the darkness a black curtain was the last thing they'd have noticed. Ever been to one of those animated puppet shows with the puppeteers wearing black costumes against a black background? The puppet stand out but not the operators - same thing. It takes a while though to get used to becoming invisible.

Barbie bent down across the table underneath Will and Micky's guiding hands without any argument at all. Jodi spread the curtain across her and the table and I put my knife blade against her arse to make sure she kept getting the point about being a good girl. Not that I really needed to because Will and Micky were facing me across the table with their hands on the black material and the body pinned underneath it.

Jodi leaned forward and put his head close enough to hers so she could hear him through the curtain material. I knew what he was saying, he was telling we'd use French letters on her as long as she behaved. We always did anyway, we shared too many women to want to pick up a dose of VD, but it made them feel a lot happier and perform better as well. We needed sex and we took a lot of it without bothering to ask first but we never set out to hurt anybody unless we had to. Jodi once joked about his gang liking girls so much we were honourary lesbians.

Anyway we certainly liked the look of this one and the way things had panned out it seemed as if I was going in with Jodi to open the batting. I did wonder - but not for very long at all - about whether Jacko was still distracting the Henry out there in the fairground. Never mind, Jacko would know we'd have something hot waiting for him when he eventually got back.

Jodi knelt down and lifted up the edge of the curtain, then threw it over the top of Barbie, with Will and Micky pulling it clear. Then Jodi began to work up her skirt in little jerks, one side and then the other. I could just make out two pale blurs which were her legs, though they seemed cut off just below her knees. Then I realised she was wearing high boots: God knows why but there's not a girl so ugly that she can't send my blood pressure up by wearing a pair of those. As long as she's got the legs for it, naturally, not skinny pipe cleaners. Good strong well shaped legs that the boots complement perfectly

On Barbie, bent over, Jodi wriggling her skirt up over a superbly shaped arse and legs like a showgirl's, by Christ, my heart didn't know whether to stop or go into a frenzy. Jodi's hands finished rucking up the skirt then carefully ran over her thighs.

"Andy, she's wearing suspenders", he told me in a half giggle.

Two things happened: my heart opted to go into the frenzy and the music from the speakers cut off at exactly the same moment as Jodi felt up between Barbie's open thighs. Her yelp seemed to echo through the tent, even muffled as she was under the curtain. My heart went past frenzy into whatever is the next stage, the scene in the dome turned to a picture of racing car's nose with a racetrack ahead and the sound of a fast revving engine came out of the speakers. Not one upturned face in the audience looked around to see where Barbie's cry had come from. Overhead a guy waved a huge checkered flag to start the car race and the four of us absolutely pissed ourselves with laughter. I don't know, maybe you had to be there to find it funny but we were creased up so much it must have been a minute or two before Jodi told me to cut the girl's panties off.

It was true what he'd said. Barbie was wearing a garter belt and suspenders to match her black underwear. Jodi let me have a minute or two to feel her before I used the knife: superb, man, superb. I was stroking a bum that a synod of bishops would have sinned for. No wonder the Henry had looked so happy, he'd surely been lined up to get the full treatment tonight. Only now he wasn't, because his beautiful young Barbie was going to get a lot of working class rough fucking instead of an aristocratic coupling. Well, maybe he didn't know that but Barbie did and she was keeping her legs well open for it, although trembling like a trapped animal - which she was, of course. But when I fingered her through the silk, just as a touch of luxury, I found out she was even more ready for it than I'd expected.

"She's getting wet already!'

Jodi was mildly surprised, but when he checked with his own hand there was no denying it. "What a lovely little darling, to be sure, to be sure."

He tweaked down the panties around her stocking tops, then gave her some more fingerwork. We could hear Barbie gasping away underneath the curtain. Loud enough for us to hear her, but nobody else. God, it was a crazy scene though - her over the table with her bare arse hanging out and a whole crowd of people only spitting distance away! Literally - spitting distance! This couldn't last long but Jesus, it was going to be exciting while it did. God alone knew what was going on in Barbie's head - maybe it was the idea of getting serviced in public which was getting her so turned on. Well, if that was it, she wasn't going to lack for help in keeping her that way.

Still, I did feel a touch regretful when I cut those silk panties - there were girls I knew who would have killed for them. Never mind, most of the panties on our trophy board were either cut or torn. I was going to put them in my pocket but Jodi took them out of my hand before he knelt down behind the table to give Barbie the length of his tongue. The racing car overhead changed up a gear and so did Barbie, judging by the way she lifted her arse up to give him plenty of room to work in as soon as she realised what was happening. Then I saw the Henry again - still bareheaded, still looking as mad as hell, and walking around the crowd, obviously looking for somebody. It wasn't hard to guess for whom the beau trolled.

I turned to warn Jodi, but he'd already seen the guy. No matter what he was doing, Jodi always had his eyes open. He stood up, grinning.

"Will, Micky, kneel down underneath the curtain. While you're there you can give her ears a nibble and tell her how many time's she's going to get fucked. Andy, why don't you take over here while I put a Frenchie on. Keep your face down behind her skirt - that's the only thing that can give us away."

It took me a second to understand what he talking about. He meant the way our faces might show up in the shadows - or a bare rump. But Barbie's backside was pointing away from the light, Will and Micky had already disappeared underneath the curtain and Jodi had turned to face the wall. As for me, well I ducked down behind Barbie and her rucked up skirt. By rights I should have kept right out of sight but there was no way I could resist the temptation of pulling the material down so I could keep looking at the Henry as I licked his girlfriend's clit.

The rich idiot was standing there, just about where we'd grabbed her, looking around - still without his cap - looking for his missing girl, and she was five yards away, getting her ears and twat licked out. Hell, couldn't he hear her? Couldn't anybody? Couldn't everybody? She was snorting away like a little steam engine as I tongued her and the other guys nibbled her ears and whispered into them about how many cocks were lined up to shag her. Of course the truth was that the engine noise coming from the speakers drowned out every cry Barbie was making. Her boyfriend couldn't hear us, he couldn't see us, and as he stood there looking totally lost I started laughing so much I had to bury my mouth in between Barbie's beautifully smooth buttocks to stifle the sounds. She must have thought it was an odd kind of sexual perversion.

Then Jodi tapped me on the shoulder to get out of the way. He'd cut the gusset of Barbi's panties and tied them around his mouth and nose like a bandanna. If the intention was to make his face less visible it was a great idea with great side effects - we'd got cine-a-rama, sound-a-rama and now smell-a-rama. Jodi's thick stiff prick and balls were hanging outside his jeans as he stepped up behind Barbie and drove his length into her for the full three dimensional experience. I guess Jodi was producing special effects at the movies long before anybody had ever heard of Spielberg or Lucas.

Like I say, he always was a master of timing. At the very instant he took her there was a squeal of brakes from the speaker as the racing car slowed for a corner. But if you'd listened real carefully you'd have noticed that one of those squeals was even shriller than a couple of tons of decelerating machinery would have produced. The tent was full of people getting their thrills but two of them were really racing.

The hardest part was waiting in the pits for my turn to take over the driving. Like Jodi, I'd stood with my back to the audience as I rolled on a Frenchie. I don't know about him but my hands were trembling. Just thinking about how Barbie had looked when she strolled in and the position she was in now had me just about foaming at the mouth. Jodi was ramming his cock into her like a human pile driver - Will and Micky must have been holding onto the table to stop it from bunny hopping across the grass. And yet nobody was noticing a bloody thing - the hooray Henry had moved on a few steps, walking right past us as he kept looking into the audience for a sight of Barbie. And Jodi was fucking her arrogant little arse off and watching him at the same time!

I had to put the sleeve of my windbreaker up to my mouth and bite on it so as not to bray with laughter. I didn't care about the people nearby now, nor about anything else - except maybe for that bloody flimsy table collapsing before Jodi finished and I could get started. And then he suddenly sprawled on top of her and there was another shriek when the car was speeding up and not braking - but nobody noticed. We could have been screwing the Dagenham Girl Pipers and none of those idiots in the tent would have noticed, not unless the girls had started playing their bagpipes.

Jodi got up, unpeeled the condom, tied the end and stowed it away neatly in the top of one of Barbie's stockings, the first of a collection which would help her keep count of her lovers. Then he gave me the panties and I pulled them over my face, turned around, put my cock up against Barbie's quivering lips and pushed it into a nest of slippery muscles that had me groaning in pleasure. God, I'd never known a cunt as eager to drag me into it and I went with everything I had as our little darling rammed her bottom back against me as eagerly as I was going for her. Dragging in the smell of her perfume and body odors from the silk clinging to my cheeks was an aphrodisiac but it couldn't have improved the fucking - that was already as good as it gets, ever.

A crowd of girls had stopped opposite us, gazing up at the screen. One of them was short and plump, a freckled face, red hair tied up with a white ribbon, strong little legs nicely shown off with a mini-skirt and half calf boots with white stockings rolled over the top of them. I was perving at the legs with my tongue hanging out as I pumped into Barbie. Every quiver and cry from her was a golden moment in one of the great screws of my life. Oh Christ, who could believe this!

I guess I'd have to admit that I came far sooner than I wanted to - still, I managed to hold out until the last lap of the car race. It must have been a final good sprint anyway because Barbie went into crazy celebratory convulsions without even seeing the winning flag as we shot past it.

And just then the Henry wandered by again, still looking for his lost love! If only he'd stepped back and looked around he'd have had the shock of his privileged life. But he all his attention was on the audience, none of it for what was behind him. What he really wanted was what the upper classes always want when things go wrong - somebody they can kick around to get rid of their bad temper. But this lad just wasn't getting any satisfaction at all. Which was a real pity because there was plenty of it where I was coming from.

I lay on top of Barbie and laughed again and again, my face pressed down between her shoulder blades until Jodi ordered me to get the fuck off her. I didn't care what he said, as far as I was concerned he was a genius and I'd have willingly fought to the death anybody who disagreed. So I left another filled up French letter in Barbie's stockings as a memento before we changed places with the other two guys.

When they came out from underneath the curtain Micky and Will were laughing like drains as well. It seemed that our nicely dressed little rich girl was nearly fucked out her brain by now. Will told us her name was Pauline and she seemed totally off her face at being held down and gang banged in a fairground tent full of people. Jodi gave them the panties and said that whoever was doing the fucking had to wear it - both of the guys started laughing again at that, but it was an order they had no problems with at all. And, Christ Almighty, even as Jodi was talking our Pauline began wailing softly and moving her backside around. She was obviously impatient for the next shift to clock on. Jodi laughed and slapped her rump to let her know she wasn't being forgotten. The film overhead had begun showing the same scenery as it had been when we first came in, the New York skyscrapers. It was fast becoming my favourite city: if we could make it here we could make it anywhere.

When I got underneath the curtain I found my partner panting as if she'd just run a mile - ex-partner I suppose, by that stage. Things were changing pretty quickly all the time, especially for her - Pauline was it? I'd preferred Barbie. Anyway, just to show there were plenty of hard feelings left, I stuck my tongue up against the side of her head and slopped it around until I found her earring.

"You bastards! Are you the ones that fucked me?" Even in her present state she had the kind of upper class accent you could cut glass with - Waterford glass, of course, not the Woolworth's kind.

Jodi chuckled: "I'm the boss, I always get the first go. Hope you enjoyed it!"

"The second one was much better."

I laughed at her defiance, and so did Jodi: "Never mind, perhaps I'll do better the next time," he said.

Pauline didn't answer, she just sort of blew out a long stream of breath as if it were cigarette smoke and started mumbling to herself: "Yes . . . bastards, filthy fucking bastards . . .Oh, yes . God, in a fairground tent . . ." It was clear she'd just been boarded again.

"How's this fucking suit you?" I asked. "We try our best to satisfy."

"I can't believe this," she groaned. "Bent over a table in a tent with a cock inside me. In a tent full of people!"

The last word came out on a rising tone as the guy shagging our Pauline really got into his stride. The table began squeaking under the thrusts like a windmill in a rising gale. It didn't move though. I guess the legs had gotten well sunk into the earth by then.

"Ah - ah . . . where's Eddie?"

That gave me a jolt, until I realised she wasn't talking about me but her missing boy friend.

"He went looking for his hat. Then he came back," Jodi explained. "I guess by now he's decided you're not here and pissed off. Next time you see him tell him you left the tent looking for him and couldn't find him in the crowd."

"How . . .oh fuck . . . how many people are looking?"

"I don't know that anybody is, they all seem too interested in the films. Course, I don't know that somebody isn't looking either. Nobody seems interested in stopping it anyway, so I guess you'll just have to stay right where you are until we've finished screwing your lovely tight cunt."

Pauline began sobbing, though whether in pain or in anticipated pleasure was more than I could say.

"You . . . bastards . . .yes!"

The table's woodwork creaked like a clipper ship going around Cape Horn, the girl began screaming and Jodi put his hand over her mouth to stifle the noise: "Christ, I hope she calms down a bit by the time she gets to suck our cocks."

That notion seemed to get an extra loud squeak from Pauline - I'd like to think it was also because I'd just my tongue in her ear again, but I honestly don't think that had a lot to do with it. I guess we were both icing on the cake compared to the climax either Micky or Will was giving her. Even with Jodi's fingers over her mouth she still sounded like a whale sounding. I do enjoy a noisy girl showing her appreciation for the attentions she's getting: still, it was a good thing those speakers were on a high volume setting.

As soon as she'd calmed down enough to start catching up with her breath again Jodi lifted up the edge of the curtain for. He'd taken his hand away from Pauline's mouth so that in the dim light I could see the paleness of her face, the glimmers of her round eyes as they stared at the legs of the people no more than three or four paces away.

"I can't believe this - I simply can't believe it. Shouldn't I be screaming for help or something?"

"It wouldn't be a good idea," Jodi said. "In the first place nobody would hear you, and in the second place we'd hurt you. Anyway, you might end up with a lot more cocks queing up to fuck you."

"You shits - there's another used johnny being pushed in my stockings. How many of you are there?"

"Five."

"Five! Five oiks and I can't do a damned thing about it! Oh God, and here comes another one - oooh - yes, yes!"

I licked her ear again and sniggered into it: "Some days, Pauline, darling, you just can't get a minute to yourself, can you?

She was too far gone to bother answering me, moaning and groaning and shaking her head as the other guy behind the table had his turn.

"Hey, Jodi," I said, "Remember that part of the film about the Grand Canyon? I bet her twat is starting to look like the Grand Canyon by now."

Jodi laughed and Pauline squealed as the job of getting some more mileage on her reproductive organs went on with all the devotion to duty our gang always gave to our community work. As Jodi always said, if a woman was worth fucking she was worth well and truly fucking. Then somebody tapped me on the head and I duck crawled out from underneath the curtain and stood up.

Honest to God, the tent was getting more crowded all the time. There were some kids so close I could almost reach out and touch them, brothers and sisters probably, all licking on toffee apples and staring wide eyed up at the top of the dome. We were all back on top of the roller coaster, getting our thrills from the ups and downs. Well, everybody except Jodi Malenger's excursion party - we were finding the ins and outs to be more exciting. The only one who'd missed out was Jacko, and it looked as if he'd come back. There was somebody standing next to our side of the table, somebody who spoke in a hoarse whisper.