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Archive name: Favour.txt (M+/f, Gangbang, cons?)
Aurhors name: Spoonbender (spoonbender@hotmail.com)
Story Title : The Favour

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(c) 1998 Spoonbender.  A short story of an adult nature.
Not to be read by minors.  If you don't like this sort
of stuff or you are underage then don't read.  Contains
allusions to naughty, erotic, goings on.  Can be freely
distributed as long as it is not changed, including this
heading.  If it is to be archived on a fee paying ar-
chive then please email me first for permission.

Please email me with comments, constructive criticism,
fantasies you want put into words etc.  Don't flame me
if you don't like the content or you don't like my style
I'm still learning the craft.

My address, is spoonbender@hotmail.com 

Note that this story is set in London, England, so some
of the vernacular may be unfamiliar to our Transatlantic
cousins. For example boat is Cockney Slang for face
(Boatrace = Face, Geddit?) and dosh is money.
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"Hey Tommy, wait up man!" I shouted as I hurried to
catch my friend.

He turned and waited for me to draw alongside.

"Phew man. I haven't run like that since that cross
country run at school."

"Or the night we turned over that off license." He
smirked.

I laughed. "Yeah right. That was a hell of a laugh. Hey
man how's it going? I ain't seen you for ages. Whatcha
been doing?"

"I'm living in Docklands." He proclaimed airily.

I whistled. "Wow, you have come up in the world. You
win the lottery or something?"

"Naw, better. I gotta new bird. A high flying city type,
loadsa dosh and a flat by the waterfront."

I looked him up and down. He seemed just like the old
Tommy I knew and loved, scruffy, slouching, unemployable. 

"You bin stretching your dick or what?"

"Why?"

"Well, what the hell does a bird like that see in you?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. I was in one of those city wine-
bars - he must of noticed my sneer, because he continued
quickly - I was looking for some drunken yuppie to roll
and she just came on to me."

"Whaddya mean?"

"Come on Ali, you ain't that stupid. She came up to me
and asked me if I wanted a drink. I told her that I
didn't want any of the pisswater that they sold there
and she laughed. We ended up, drinking pints, in a pub
on the Mile End Road.  She took me home that night and
we screwed each other's brains out........"

Which wouldn't need much effort where Tommy was con-
cerned. He wasn't the brightest of God's little
creatures.

".....and I've bin living wiv her ever since." He
concluded, triumphantly.

"She must be a right dog." I ventured.

"Watch it mate, that's my bird your talkin abart. Anyway
she's a right little cracker and she bangs like a shit-
house door."

"You lucky bastard!" It was the expected reply, even
though Tommy's idea of a right little cracker and the
rest of the male population's differed by a considerable
margin.

"Look I gotta photo!" He pulled out a crumpled polaroid
which showed a dark haired piece with barely discernible
features, standing next to a hulking Tommy. 

I had to admit that her figure looked ok, even if her
boat was indistinct and blurry.

"Nice!" Was all I said.

There seemed to be a huge internal conflict going on
inside him, judging by the look of anguish on his face.
I'd seen that look before he was either thinking or was
about to burst out in anger and break a few adjacent
heads. Judiciously, I stepped back.

"You're my mate aincha?" Evidently he was thinking, my
head was safe.

I nodded.

"You wanna do me a favour?"

I shrugged. "Yeah why not. Whaddya want?"

"You wanna screw my bird?"

"No man! She's your bird. I don't wanna screw her, what
you take me for?" I'd seen him loosen a guy's teeth
once, just because he'd asked one of his ex girlfriends
to move out of the way. I wasn't falling for that one.

"Even if I asked yer too?"

"Uh?"

"If I asked you te screw her wouldya do it?"

"I 'spose, but only if you were sure."

He smiled. "You're a real mate you are." Then he hugged
me. It was like being crushed by a bale of rancid denim.

"What yer thinking?" I asked after he put me down again.

"Look." He said with his arm draped over my shoulder.
"My bird she's got these, sorta, urges man. Know what I
mean?"

I shook my head. I hadn't a clue what he was talking
about.

"Aw c'mon Ali you know. She likes fucking."

"Lucky guy." 

"Yeah." He seemed distracted. "She's got these, what the
fuck they called, oh yeah, fantasies man. Weird ones."

"What? Like fucking while swinging on the wardrobe door,
that sorta thing?" I asked. This was suddenly getting
interesting.

"Yeah, that as well. But her real thing is to be fucked
by a buncha guys."

"So you want me to get a few of the guys together and
come round and give you a hand?"

For a second his forehead creased in annoyance, then it
cleared and he shook his head. "Nah! Thanks fer the
offer mate, but I got that bit covered."

"So whaddya want then?"

"I want you to grab her and fuck her outside. Well I
don't, but she does. She says it turns her on." He
looked puzzled.  I didn't come close to understanding
women, so poor old Tommy had no chance.

"Look, lets get this straight. You want me to just grab
her and fuck her. Just like that? But she don't even
know me."

"Yeah I know. Stupid cow eh?"

"That's rape that is. I don't wanna rape no-one. I get
enough birds of my own without having to rape no-one."

He shook his head, ponderously. The conversation was
obviously taxing his thought processes. "Na! It ain't
rape, she wants it."

"How do I know that?"

"You calling me a liar?" He threatened.

"No. Look, what if she was just winding you up or some-
thing?"

"Do you think so?"

"It could be. You know birds, they're always changing
their minds."

"Yeah you're right. Tell you what, I'll ask her tonight.
You gonna be in the King's Head tomorrow Lunchtime?"

I nodded. It was part of my routine and he knew it.
Maybe he was losing touch with his roots.

"Right I'll see you there then." With that he shambled
off.

			    *

"She told me to give yer this."

He handed me an envelope. Inside was a single piece of
expensive writing paper. I nearly fell of my stool when
I read:

I, Penelope Hope-Mathers, hereby certify that I have
consented to being abducted and forced to serve a group
of men, headed by the bearer of this letter, in any sex-
ual manner that they see fit. Subject to the following
rules.

1) That my outer clothing does not get damaged such that
 it is unwearable after the event.

2) That I am returned, after the event, to the place
 from which I was abducted.

3) That I am not physically harmed or damaged, except
 for the normal wear and tear inherent in multiple,
 enforced, sexual encounters. In any event there will
 be no marks that may be visible when I am wearing my
 normal clothing.

4) The time and place will be at the discretion of the
 bearer with the following caveat: that if the event
 takes place on a week night then I may be returned in
 time for me to clean myself up ready for work the next
 day.

5) I may be physically restrained in any manner the
 bearer sees fit including, but not limited to, bonds
 and gags.  However note that rule 3 applies in this
 case.

6) There is no maximum limit to the number of sexual
 encounters that I must endure during the event, save
 that rule 4 must apply.

7) Photography and/or videography of the event are
 prohibited., as are the use of any drugs.

Signed:                P.Hope-Mathers Witnessed: 
                                         T. Forsyth


"Have you read this?" I said as I punched the paper with
my finger.

He shrugged, reading wasn't his strong suit. "Yeah, I
signed it didn't I? So whaddya say?"

"I'm fucking gobsmacked."

"Yeah, she's a weird bird alright. So you gonna do it?"

I thought about it for a while, then nodded. It might be
fun. "So how's this gonna work?"

"Whaddya mean?"

"We gonna come round to your gaffe and pick her up?"

"Nah! She's thoughta that. She says she wants it to be
a surprise so I gotta work something out wiv you."

"Like what?"

"I'll tell you what she does and when she does it, then
you can choose the time."

"Aren't you gonna be there?"

He shook his head. "Nah! She don't want me to. Anyway I
might end up breaking a few 'eads if I see you fucking
my girl."

"So when do you suggest?"

"I wuz thinking of next Friday night. She always goes
to the Supermarket in the evening, you could get her
there."

We discussed the forthcoming event for a while. Then I
took my leave. I had a lot of planning to do and a load
of mates to round up.

			    *

"What the fuck you choose this heap for?" Said Smithy,
waving his hand around the interior of the bright pink,
1950s Cadillac. "Its hardly fucking inconspicuous is
it?"

"Shut the fuck up." Snarled Daryl, for whom the car was
his pride and joy. "Or I'll punch your fucking lights
out."

"Give it a rest." I interjected. "We chose it because
its big and it has a big boot. You can hardly get her
away on your fucking moped now can we?"

Now it was Smithy's turn to be incensed. "MOPED! A
Fucking Moped!
That's a hog that is. A fucking Harley, a real one. A
fucking Moped indeed."

I held my hand up. "Hey shut up. I think that's her."

We all stared. She was absolutely, drop dead, fucking
gorgeous. She had shoulder length brown hair, a breath-
taking face and a pair of legs that seemed to go on for
ever. A firm, bouncy pair of titties and a figure that
most girls would die for, were only partly concealed by
her dark business suit and white blouse. She was head-
ing, nose in the air, towards a Porsche that was parked
at the back of the car park.

"Come on you fuckers or she'll get away."

"You sure this is ok?"

"Course it is. You read the letter, now come on."

With that we piled out of the car and pulled the ski
masks down over our faces. She seemed to have a sixth
sense, as we converged on her, and she partly turned.
She was obviously stunned, momentarily, because she
just stood there, her mouth open, but then she
recovered and started to run.

"Quick." I shouted and Smithy leapt at her and wrapped
his arms around her. She opened her mouth to scream but
I was on her like a flash and I pushed the rag into her
mouth and tied it in place with a piece of oily rope.
More rope secured her hands behind her back.

We stood there admiring her as she squirmed in Smithy's
iron embrace. She was even more gorgeous close up. I
pushed my face towards hers.

"Looks like your fun is about to begin." I said, just
before I secured the blindfold. I then turned to the
others and said. "Come on get her in the boot before
someone sees us."

We hustled her over to the car and tipped her inside
the boot., carefully tying her ankles together then
looping them to her wrists with a spare loop of rope.
We then slammed down the lid and sped off.

The whole abduction had taken less than two minutes.

			    *

Smithy's mum had a caravan out on  the beach near Thur-
rock. It was in a run down trailer park, that was likely
to be deserted at this time of year. So it suited our
purposes beautifully.

It took nearly an hour to get there during which time
the guys were like schoolkids on an outing. The air was
full of comments like:

"You wait till she sees mine, she won't want to know you
fuckers."

And.

"I wanna go at that mouth man. You see those lips? Made
fer sucking they are."

I kept quiet, after all I was in charge of this little
event and a little seriousness was in order on my part.

When we arrived there were 3 cars and a couple of bikes
there and, judging by the noise, the party was in full
swing already. 

We pulled up and jumped out to open the boot. She looked
lovely lying there. Her skirt has coiled up to reveal a
broad expanse of micromesh covered thigh and we got a
glimpse of a lacy garter. My blood pressure soared a
couple of tons per square inch as I caught a glimpse of
her soft, creamy thigh over the top of her stocking and
a flash of her black lace panties. This was class this
was.

"Maybe we should have got a cake." Said Smithy as we
undid her hogtie and pulled her out of the boot.

"What the fuck are you on about, you div?" Said Daryl.

"You know, so we could make her jump out like at those
stag parties."

We thought about it for a moment, then I had an idea.

"Tell you what, go and get that blanket you keep on the
backseat Daryl, while me and Smithy get her togs off."

"Whatcha gonna do?"

"You'll see." I put my mouth close to her ear. "You
wanna get outa those restricting clothes don'cha luv?
Give yourself a bit of freedom like."

She shook her head vehemently, but I ignored her as I
started to unbutton her jacket. Smithy started in on
the zip on her skirt and was frantically trying to tear
it down.

"Careful son. " I said. "Don't ruin the clobber."

She writhed and tried to drop to the ground but, with
the help of the newly returned Daryl, we quickly pulled
off the outer layers until she stood, shivering, in just
her bra and panties. 

"Untie her ankles Daryl. Lets get those knickers off and
see what we got."

"Ain't she gonna get cold?"

"Na! That's what the blanket's for. Anyway she'll get
warmed up soon enough."

Her struggles became even more frantic, but our blood
was up now and before long she stood, naked, in the
bitter north sea wind. Her body was even more magnifi-
cent naked than it promised to be when she was clothed,
even though it was turning a fetching shade of purpley-
blue in the cold. 

We stood admiring it for a second then I signalled Daryl
to cover her completely in the blanket. We then hustled
her inside.

Altogether there were a dozen guys, including us, and
they all whooped and hollered as we entered.

I stood in front of her and announced. "Now I told you
that this was a bottle and bird party. Have you guys
brought the bottles?"

They cheered and held up a variety of cans and bottles.
"In which case here's the bird!"

With that I pulled the blanket aside to reveal her in
all her glory.

For a second there was a stunned silence then they all
started talking together.

"What a body."

"I've got to tear myself a piece of that."

"Fuck me, look at those tits."

I held my hand up and the hubbub died. "Its my party,
so has anyone got any objections to me having first
poke?"

They shook their heads.

"Ok, lets get to it men. Here, give me a hand to hold
her down."

Now she was struggling like crazy, pulling this way and
that like a madwoman. She was one hell of an actress,
considering she wanted it and all, maybe this was part
of her fantasy. Women! I don't know.

We threw her on the bed and at least a dozen powerful
hands grabbed hold of any available flesh to pin her
down and open, ready for her dramatic opening. Hands
grabbed her tits, her thighs, her ankles, her arms,
while still more massaged and teased her legs and her
sides. I burrowed my way between the forest of arms and
lowered myself onto her.  She felt so warm and vibrant
under my, by now naked, body. My prick lay along the
length of her tightly clenched thighs like a turd in a
furrow.

"Ok boys, open up." I quipped and the men on her ankles
started to lever her open, while she whimpered and
twisted, trying to get away.  Finally she was pulled
apart like a wishbone and her pussy lips were spread
wide and ready. I touched her, she was slightly damp
but hardly enough to ease our collective discomfort. So
I spat on my hand and rubbed it up and down my stonking
hard on. I then positioned the head against her slot and
prepared to board her in earnest.  And all the time the
hands molested while she mewled and bucked. It was
magic.

I looked around at the leering  faces.

"Masks on boys. I'm gonna take the blindfold off."

They quickly pulled on their masks and, when they had
done so, I removed the blindfold. Her eyes were wide
open, filled with tears and staring straight into mine.

"Ready or not, here I come." I said and lunged.

Her back arched and I could feel a ripple pass through
her whole body as I forced an entry into her. My god she
was fucking tight. Tommy was a lucky guy alright. I had
to keep ramming and ramming, in order to make any pro-
gress but after a while, and a considerable amount of
effort, I was home. I paused and stared into her eyes,
our noses touching.

"You ready?" I whispered and I'm sure I saw her nod. I
nodded back and we were off, with the ribald comments of
my mates ringing in my ears.

It was the wildest fuck I've ever had. Even though she
was pinned down, she knew more tricks than a fucking
conjurer. If Black and Decker ever came up with a power
tool with a fraction of the versatility that her hips
displayed, then they'd take over the world.  Tommy was
right, this girl was fucking hot, hot, hot.

Before long I was boiling up to my cum and, judging by
her contortions and the look in her eyes, so was she. I
pounded away like a madman, my mates yelling in my ears.
Faster and faster I went until.......

I came like an army, followed microseconds later by a
wild contraction of her pussy which signalled her own
orgasm was hitting her like a truck. I felt I must have
poured about a gallon of spunk into that deliciously
writhing body, there just seemed no end to it.

Finally I fell on her. Spent.

Immediately hands pulled me off and another guy settled
between her gorgeously flared thighs and she was off
again.

After the third or fourth guy we pulled her over and
onto her knees. We worked out that we might as well get
the most out of her available holes and her mouth was
looking mighty unused. She kept turning away when Smithy
tried to push his, admittedly dirty, prick into her
mouth. So I pulled the guy away that was about to renew
the humping of her pussy.

I then motioned the guys to hold her tight and proceeded
to spank her bottom with hard, stinging strokes.

"Please, please stop. I'll do it. I'll do it." She
cried.

I pulled her head up by her hair. "You gonna stop
fucking around and start sucking him?"

"Yes <sob> please don't spank me any more."

"Well do it then." I said and pushed her head down
towards Smithy's rampant prick. Her ruby lips kissed
the tip then opened wide to admit him. We could see the
bulge in her cheek as he pushed himself deeper into her
hot, wet cavity. She tried to pull back as he pushed
against the back of her throat, but he held her head
like a vice and she just had to accept it.

Just then the guy behind her lunged into her pussy with
one, long, forceful stroke which pitched her forward.
Which in turn rammed Smithy's prick down her throat.
The look on Smithy's face was a picture and I only
wished I had a camera to record it for posterity, but
I remembered her instructions. I didn't want to break
her rules.

The evening wore on, with most of us chuffing beers and
watching the action. By now she didn't need holding and
she was taking on 4 guys at once, one in her cunt, one
in her mouth and two in her hands. I reclined on the
floor studying the prick going in and out of her sloppy
cunt. Each time it pulled back I got a glimpse of her
asshole, which seemed to wink beckoningly at me. I'd
never had anal sex before, my girlfriends all thought it
was either disgusting or it would hurt.  But this girl
didn't seem to mind what we did to her. Anyway she
wasn't exactly in a position to object now was she?

So when the guy finished in a welter of spray I told the
next guy to lie down. We then manoeuvred her over the
small bed until she sat astride him. We then pushed her
down onto his rampant prick, which immediately started
banging into her.  Her hands and mouth mindlessly took
up the rhythm again, leaving her asshole pointing
straight at my prick invitingly.

Again I spat on my hand and slowly worked my cock up to
full erection. I was going to enjoy this.

What can I say about the experience? She was tight,
very, very fucking tight. She squirmed, yep she
squirmed alright.  She even yelped a little round the
prick gagging her mouth, but my blood was up and she
was going to get it. So she did.

I fucked her little ass raw and it was one of the best
experiences of my life. I could feel the other guy
pumping in her pussy through the thin membrane that
separated us and it seemed to spur us both on to further
efforts.

The best bit?

That must have been when we all came together. Yes, her
too! It was fucking amazing. You shoulda been there, I
can't describe it. She was hotter than a fucking steam
boiler and her hips seemed to take on a life of their
own, turning and grinding against us. And when she
climaxed it was like my prick was caught between the
jaws of a velvet vice. I didn't stand a chance, I just
had to let rip with everything I'd got. And she took it
all, while she thrashed around like a madwoman. 

She managed to fuck all of us at one point. One in her
cunt, one up her ass, two sharing her mouth, two in her
hands, two in the dips behind her knees, one enterpris-
ing guy had cupped her feet together and was fucking her
instep, while another had forced her tits together and
were fucking them madly. There was even a couple with
her hair wrapped around the pricks as they jerked off.
An observer would have found it difficult to see that
there was a woman in the midst of that lot. 

It was one hell of a finale.

Finally we were spent and we dropped where we were.

She lay on the bed, her cunt and ass red and oozing.
She was in a hell of a mess and I thought she looked
great.

Somehow we managed to get enough strength together to
dress her again and bundle her into the car. She was
completely out of it, murmuring quietly to herself.

We propped her into the passenger seat of her Porsche
and she flopped down with her head on the driver's seat.
We even put her shopping in the back seat.

Just before we left I leaned down and kissed her on her
cheek. It tasted flat and mildly salty.

"Thanks babe. That was great. I hope you enjoyed it."

Her eyes flickered open briefly but she said nothing.
But I was sure I detected a faint nod.

And so we left her.

			    *

"Ali. It's the phone."

"Who is it mum?"

"Its Tommy."

"Ok tell him I'm coming."

I stumbled out of bed, blearily looking at the clock.
9 am!

"What the fuck are you doing calling me at this time of
day man?" I groaned.

"I just phoned to say sorry."

"Sorry? What for?"

"Cause she couldn't show yesterday. She had to do some
late night presentation in her company or something.
Hope you're not too pissed off............Ali! Ali!
Are you there?"

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