The Lock-In

The Lock-InOh, this was years ago, way before the k**s. Kerry was 29, I was 33. It was the middle of the summer. Kerry had a part-time job as well as her regular one; for a few weeks she’d been working as a barmaid at the Eagle pub, right out in the middle of nowhere. She did a couple of nights a week, occasionally a bit of weekend work if needed … she was on call, really. This particular night … I got home from work at about 6 and Kerry was just getting ready to go off to her shift at the Eagle. I remember I looked into the bedroom and she had her back to me, but I could see her reflection in the long mirror. I couldn’t believe the top she was wearing … y’know, Kerry always had the best tits but she usually kept them fairly well hidden … and she was wearing this very low-cut black vest top, and her boobs looked absolutely enormous. She turned to face me and said: ‘Is this too much?’ I said: ‘It is … but I like it.’ I was surprised that she was going to wear it, remarked that it was rather daring … but I knew she’d be making an effort, and I knew the reason. The pub, like loads of other pubs all over the country, was taking part in National Cleavage Day, something to do with The Sun newspaper. When Kerry had mentioned it to me a couple of weeks before, she’d wrinkled her nose in disdain: ‘Nice.’But she’d warmed to the idea by the time the actual night came around, and was obviously entering into the spirit with gusto. Anyway, off she went … a bit later I went over to Neil’s for a Friday night beer-up, staying overnight.I got back to the flat at about 10 the next morning and Kerry wasn’t there. She’d obviously been in because the bed had been slept in, but there was no coffee cup on the table in the living room, as if she’d got up and left very quickly. I looked in the bathroom … the mat was damp and there were a few suds left in the bath. I didn’t think too much of it at that point. I presumed she’d be back soon … though it was unusual for her not to leave a note. I made a coffee and slumped down in front of Saturday morning TV. Half an hour or so later the phone rang. It was Kerry. She was at her mum’s, had just popped around, and they were probably going to visit her baby nephew Matthew this afternoon if that was OK with me, and she’d see me later … I asked how it had gone last night, and she suddenly went silent. Then her voice wobbled as she said:’I need to talk to you about something. Later.’ I said is everything OK, is it something I’ve done?Kerry sounded like she was struggling not to cry, struggling to even breathe.’I’ve … been … very … stupid,’ she said. There was a pang in my heart. I told her not to worry, that whatever it was, we’d talk about it later. ‘Love you’, she managed to say through her tears.I kept thinking about what she’d said – that she’d been very stupid – and how distressed she’d seemed. She’d clearly done something she regretted. I remembered how she’d looked when I’d seen her getting ready the night before, and I wondered if things had got out of hand. It also occurred to me that … well, at this time, Kerry and I had only been back together for about three months, after yet another of my infidelities. I was like that back then. I wondered if Kerry had had the opportunity to gain some revenge … but she wasn’t a vengeful person, she was just happy that we were back together.She came home just before 5 that afternoon. I heard the key in the lock and went to greet her. She was wearing a baggy jumper and jeans and she looked pale, drained, tired, and her eyes had done some crying. She came to me and cuddled 1xbet yeni giriş me, hugged me close. I asked her what it was all about and she said ‘I will tell you, just a bit later’… she said she needed a drink, asked if I wanted one too. I said I’d sort it out, went through to the kitchen and poured two glasses of white wine. All kinds of things were going through my head and the atmosphere was palpably tense. I returned to find Kerry perched on the edge of her chair, looking nervous, uncomfortable, her legs actually trembling. I handed her the wine and she downed most of it. I sat on the sofa. She couldn’t look at me.’What is it, darlin’?’ I asked. ‘Why are you upset?’Kerry’s face buckled. Her eyes filled with tears and she had to fight to get her words out. ‘I’ve … got … something really bad to tell you.’I stared at her. ‘OK.’ I leaned forward and reached out my hand, which she took, in fact she gripped. ‘You can tell me.’She gave a choked sob.’I’m sorry.”Just start at the beginning,’ I said gently.Kerry finished the rest of her wine, set her glass down and took a deep breath. She said the National Cleavage Day thing was a hit … it was a good night at the pub; quite a few girls had been in playing along with the theme but most of the attention was focussed on the barmaids. Apparently Val the landlady had worn a long dress with just a hint of cleavage, but the two student girls behind the bar were a bit bashful, and didn’t have much to show anyway, so most of the blokes’ attention was on Kerry. I wasn’t surprised. She said there was a lot of banter about her boobs, which was to be expected, and loads of cliches were trotted out, but it was all good-natured stuff. The night went so well that Jim the landlord suggested having a lock-in for the regulars. The two girls went home, Val went upstairs to bed, and it was just Jim the landlord and Kerry manning the bar. Kerry didn’t mind because it had been a laugh, it was extra money, she didn’t have to work the next day and I was staying at Neil’s anyway.’And there were these three blokes at the bar …’ Kerry’s voice faltered. I nodded for her to continue. ‘One of them in particular … he’d been making comments. It was OK early on but by the time this lock-in was happening … the more drunk he got …he just kept going on, and leaning forward and staring right at my tits and licking his lips and being disgusting.’ I imagined this guy leering at my girlfriend’s tits, getting out of control. ‘It got uncomfortable. Embarrassing. So I said I thought the whole thing was very sexist because we see all these women in papers and magazines with low-cut tops on showing their cleavages, but there’s nothing for women, you hardly ever see pictures of men in pants or boxers showing what they’ve got.’She told me that this seemed to inspire him, this bloke, who was really drunk, and being egged on by his two mates. He said they should sort it out, that he’d give anyone a run for their money. Apparently this guy – John – then dropped his trousers and got his two mates to do the same. A cheer went up. This John guy then told Kerry she’d got to judge who’d got the best ‘packet’, and that she had to come closer to be able to judge properly.I refilled Kerry’s glass. She was flustered, trembling. I sat back on the sofa, waiting for whatever the hell was coming next.’It was still a laugh at this point.’ At this point. I swallowed. My mouth was dry. ‘I was just playing along. So I went round to the other side of the bar. There seemed to be a crowd of people … obviously some of the other blokes had cottoned 1xbet giriş on that something was happening. He – John – told me I’d have a better view at eye level. And I felt I couldn’t really back out.’ Kerry’s voice wavered again. ‘And I knelt down … and I looked up at him and he was staring down at my tits and he just looked so arrogant … so I just quickly said that they were all good packets and it was a dead heat. But he wasn’t having that, and he just pulled down his pants, and there was this big cock dangling in front of my face, and everyone was cheering.’She stopped. I was feeling an ever-increasing thrill, of horror at where this was leading, but also of excitement. My heart was pumping hard. I felt a prickly heat and my cock was twitching. I reached out my hand to Kerry, pulled her forward and ushered her to sit on the floor in front of me. There were tears in her eyes. I kissed her lips. ‘Tell me everything’, I said, and sat back. ‘So, there’s this big cock in front of your face…”And then John got his two mates to do the same. And they did, they dropped their pants too. I heard Jim say”come on now, lads”.So I just said to John,yes, you’re the winner, and I was just getting to my feet when he said: “Surely I deserve a fucking prize.” And he was just looking so … arrogant. She paused. Her face buckled. ‘And I don’t know what made me do it …”Just tell me everything’, I said, but my voice died in my throat.Kerry took another deep breath, looked like she was about to cry. There was a tremor in her voice. ‘I licked his cock. Just really quickly, the length of it. And there was another cheer. And suddenly John didn’t seem to have anything to say for himself. And his … cock … started rising. All the blokes were shouting”go on, go on”, and again, I don’t know why I did it, but … I took his cock in my mouth. And everything went really quiet. You could have heard a pin drop. The whole atmosphere had changed. I heard Jim say:”Make sure all the doors are locked. And pull those curtains.”I was stunned. My head was spinning. My heart was racing. My dick was hard. I demanded more details … did she give him a proper blowjob? She did … she said it suddenly felt like she was the one with the power … I visualised Kerry’s head bobbing back and forth as she sucked on this guy’s chunky cock.’Then I felt someone’s hand on one of my boobs, someone behind me, and he said:”Let’s got a proper look at those tits.”And whoever it was grabbed my top round the waist and pulled it up. And John pulled his cock out of my mouth so this guy could get my top off, and I saw that both of his mates had huge erections too. And one of them was wanking.’I stood up, eased my jeans and pants to the floor. My cock bounced into view, rock-hard and glistening with pre-cum. I sat down and gripped the shaft, feeling it pulse. I was angry, I felt betrayed. I felt sick at the sight of Kerry sitting there with her puffy face and her drab clothes when she’d looked so fucking hot last night for the benefit of all these other men. But I was also so turned on. ‘Tell me every detail’, I said. Kerry’s face melted and she shook her head. ‘Come on. This is good. Were you turned on by all this? Weren’t you scared?’Kerry exhaled, shaky breaths. ‘I was scared at first, and I couldn’t believe I was doing it. My stomach was churning. But I was excited too.”So someone saidlet’s get a proper look at those tits.’ ‘I’d still got my bra on … and one of John’s mates leaned forward and tweaked my nipple through my bra. I could feel everyone’s eyes boring into me. And I gave this other 1xbet güvenilirmi guy a blowjob too.’ My hand was running up and down my shaft and I was thinkingyou slut, you fucking slut. ‘And then all three of them were rubbing my tits and squeezing them … and then someone started rubbing my bum through my skirt … and someone said”get her kickers off”.’I beckoned Kerry forward, I pointed my cock at her and without a word she slid her lips down the full length, lingering at the base … then slowly sliding back up, then down … too much, too much … I yanked my cock free, leaving it bobbing. ‘And did they get your knickers off?”When I heard that my heart skipped a beat. I knew it was all wrong, and it was …’ Something in her eyes gave way to defiance. ‘But I was loving it. And I let them do it. I lifted my bum up and someone unzipped my skirt and pulled it down my legs, and then my knickers were pulled off. And I could feel I was really wet. And then another pair of hands grabbed me from behind, sticking his fingers inside my bra and pinching my nipples. I managed to get to my feet, and then John sort of grabbed me …’My heart was like a jackhammer. ‘Sort of grabbed you? What did he do?”He pushed me up against the wall, and he pressed himself up against me … his cock was up against my belly … and he was trying to snog me.”And did you snog him?”No!’ Her response was like a rebuke. I stared grimly at her, pumping my shaft, pulling hard on my foreskin on each downward stroke. ‘But then he whispered in my ear,please, please, I’ve got to fuck you.’ She dissolved into tears.’And I wanted it.’ And I wanted to hear every detail. Many of those came later … other times, when I wanted to know more … but she told me that John had pulled her from the wall, another guy unclipped her bra, two men grabbed one an arm each, John lifted her legs, and they carried my girlfriend, my partner of six years then, naked into the main bar and put her on her back on one of the tables. John was the first to ease his stiff prick inside her … to the sound of more cheers … she said she came immediately; when pressed she said it was the fact that he was staring into her eyes that did it … he fucked her hard, really hard, his balls slapping against the cheeks of her arse … he came inside her, and as he pulled out she could feel his spunk dribbling out of her pussy and down into the crevice of her bum cheeks … then another guy pushed her legs even further apart and fucked her … another cock was waved in her face and she took it in her mouth … that guy came almost straight away, all over her face and in her hair, to great cheers … she was turned over and fucked from behind, guys shot their cream into her mouth, over her tits, all over her body … she said she couldn’t get enough, she’d never been so turned on, all these hands pawing her … I pictured her, acting like a cock-hungry slut, being fucked by all these pissed and horny blokes …This went on, she reckoned, for nearly two hours … she finally escaped at about 2am. None of the guys used condoms. As far as STDs go, she was lucky. And she never went back to the Eagle again. The night she told me … she sucked, we fucked, she told me more, we fucked again … and for months afterwards, it turned me on so much to imagine this scene … I got her to talk about it as she rode me, as I pounded her … the weird thing is, the whole episode brought us closer in a way. I never took Kerry for granted again. I hadn’t realised that she was capable of doing what she did … and she did regret it, I know she did … it was just one of those crazy things. She said the Kerry that night was a different person. All these years later we’re still together … and I still get a thrill when I visualise what happened that hot summer night in a quiet country pub.