She was gang-raped.

Once, I hosted a pool party at home (all the guests were wearing swimsuits). When I went to the kitchen to get some ice, Camille followed me in and cornered me there. She took off the top of her bikini top, held up a tube of sunscreen, and said to me, "Help me put on some sunscreen, honey. It feels much better if you do it than I do myself."
I was terrified and quickly pushed her into a bedroom, running away amidst her laughter.
Christmas arrived, and my brothers and I went back to my parents' house for Christmas dinner. While the family was gathered and laughing, I noticed Camille hiding outside the living room, waiting for me at the bathroom door. When I approached her, Camille shoved me into the bathroom and reached for my zipper.
"Let me see, honey, take your penis out and let me see. I want to know if you washed off my lipstick."
Once again, I fled amidst her laughter. For the rest of that day, I carefully avoided being alone with her. The more carefully I avoided her, the more brazenly she teased me. So, after Christmas, I tried to avoid all our family gatherings.
Camille knew I wouldn't do anything to her, but the problem was, I didn't know what she was thinking. So, I felt that as long as I avoided her, all the trouble could be avoided.
However, just as I was trying to avoid being alone with Camille, my brother dragged me into it again. That time, to celebrate my parents' 50th wedding anniversary, my brothers and I decided to throw them a big family party. Just as we were about to leave for my parents' house, Bill called me and said he had to go on a business trip for a client service and asked me to take Camille to my parents' house for the party.
"She doesn't want to drive herself because she knows she might get drunk at the party and won't be able to drive home by herself. I know you don't drink much, so I'll ask you to be her personal driver,"
Bill said to me on the phone.
I felt a little awkward, but I couldn't tell Bill my thoughts; if I did, it would definitely cause trouble for their relationship. I had to attend my parents' celebration, and if I went, I'd have to bring Camille along, otherwise Bill would suspect something was wrong between us. So, I reluctantly agreed to pick Camille up.
The car had just pulled into Bill's driveway, and before I could even get out, Camille came out of the house and walked towards me. She was wearing sexy high heels, a black suit, and a short skirt. She got into the car, looked at my thigh, and said, "Are you happy to see me? Is my lipstick mark still there?"
I looked her straight in the eye and said, "Watch your behavior, Camille. Don't let anything bad happen at the party tonight."
"Something bad? What do you mean?"
"Let me tell you, I haven't had sex for months. If you continue to flirt with me so brazenly, don't say I don't consider you my brother's wife."
The emotion in my tone seemed to greatly affect her; Camille didn't speak to me again, turning her head to look out the window, remaining silent the entire way.
As Bill predicted, Camille drank quite a bit after the party started, and by the end, she was completely incapable of driving. On the way home, she ignored my warnings about her behavior.
She sat slumped in the passenger seat, leaning against the door, her face turned towards me. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist, clearly exposing her bare vulva. She didn't speak, just giggled foolishly, her legs spread wide, fully exposing her shaved pubic area.
I noticed her eyes were fixed on my thighs and crotch, as if scrutinizing whether her act of exposing her private parts had any effect. She couldn't help but giggle again as she looked. Just as I was trying to control myself and avoid letting her see my erection, she suddenly straightened up.
"I don't want to go back to my empty house. Take me to Emil's Nightclub, I want to listen to some music and dance."
Emil's Nightclub was a large entertainment club mainly featuring jazz. Although I really liked jazz, I wasn't keen on going with Camille. So, I told her we shouldn't go, and I was going to just take her home.
"Oh, no way, you're so boring. Hey, how about this, you take me home, and I'll drive myself."
She'd drunk so much, of course I couldn't let her drive herself. Reluctantly, I took her to the jazz club.
When we got there, I noticed that everyone, from the bartenders to the waiters, seemed to know Camille. Clearly, she and Bill must be regulars, because the waiters all addressed her by her last name. After the song ended, the band members came over to our table to greet her. Later, some other customers who knew her also came over to say hello, and some even asked her to dance.
Watching Camille sway her full, sexy hips on the dance floor, I felt a strange connection. Finally, she dragged me onto the dance floor. Seeing my reluctance, she couldn't help but ask, "You know how to please girls in this kind of setting, right?"
To dance with me, she had refused all the men who invited her. "I'm sorry, but I promised my husband I'd spend the rest of the time with him,"
she told them. Then, with each new song, she pulled me to dance. Under her teasing, my erection created a large bulge in my pants, and she pressed her lower body firmly against it.
To her, it was just another small gesture of her teasing, but for me, that pressing motion was exhilarating. There, she drank quite a bit more, becoming very drunk, completely forgetting my earlier warning that "something bad might happen."
To the strains of a very slow dance tune, Camille pressed her body tightly against mine, her mons pubis pressing against my hard penis as she giggled, her hand reaching down to caress it through my pants.
"If we were at your house right now, naked by the pool, I could put some sunscreen on it so you don't get sunburned by the moonlight. Shall we go to your house and undress by the pool?"
Camille whispered in my ear, rubbing my penis.
I stared at her, bewildered, wondering how I'd gotten involved with this damned woman. Of course, she was my relative, and I knew she was just teasing me, not actually wanting to do it. But why should I endure this torment? Being with her always gave me an erection, which meant I definitely wanted to have sex with her, but she was my brother's wife!
That night, Camille continued to tease and mock me. During the band's last song, she ordered another drink, and after finishing it, told me she needed to use the restroom. Since I wanted to go too, I followed her to the back. When we came out of the restroom, Camille looked at me and smiled, saying, "Hey, did you drain all the water, darling? Also, is my lipstick mark still there? Want me to give you another one?"
For some reason, my thoughts suddenly broke free of their constraints, and I wanted to do something outrageous with her.
I said breathlessly, "Of course!"
Then, I walked down the hallway, pushing open doors on both sides, hoping to find a more secluded spot.
终于，我推开了左手边的一扇没有上锁的门，那应该是一间储藏室，但里面空荡荡的。我拉着卡米耶进了那间屋子，关好门，然后把她拉在我的面前。
「把它掏出来，卡米耶，掏出来再给它印个唇印。」
卡米耶咯咯笑着，却有些犹豫。她跨前一步，伸出手指触摸着我的拉链。她抬起头盯着我看了一会儿，微笑着，手指缓慢地挪动着，向下拉着拉链。
「刚才去卫生间的时候我已经重新抹了口红，看来我还真有先见之明呢。现在我要把唇印印得清晰一些，让它保持的时间长一些，好吗？」
说着话，她已经拉开了我的拉链，掏出了我的阴茎，「哦啊，又硬又粗啊，太好了，我非常喜欢它这样迎接我的样子。」
她一边将我的阴茎全部拉出来，一边说道，「这是我们之间的小秘密，不会有别人知道，对吗？」
「是的，肯定的。」
我回答着，看着她蹲下去，让我的阴茎和她的嘴巴保持平行。她撅着嘴唇慢慢靠近我的阴茎，在茎体上亲吻了一下，而当她的嘴唇接触到我的龟头的时候，我用双手按住她脑袋后部，屁股朝前顶着，在她惊慌失措之中把阴茎插进了她的嘴巴里。
「你不是说喜欢它迎接你的样子吗？现在我要再给你一些更大的惊喜。我要送给你一些东西，让你带回家，带上床。你可以躺在床上，让我送给你的东西在肚子里流动。」
我恶狠狠地说道。
她的双手撑在我的大腿上，想挣扎着吐出我的阴茎，但是，由于她蹲者，又穿着窄小的裙子和5英寸高个高跟鞋，行动非常不方便，再加上我的手使劲按着她，她根本无法摆脱我的控制。
「好好吸吮它，卡米耶，用你的嘴巴和它做爱，把你的口红涂满整个鸡巴，让它射一些好东西给你，亲爱的。」
卡米耶听我这幺说，便不再挣扎，她双手从推拒改成紧紧地抱住我的屁股，以保持身体平衡，不至于摔倒。看着她努力吸吮我阴茎的样子，我真后悔没有带一台摄象机来，好好记录下她这种淫荡的样子。她身体前倾，两只巨大的乳房几乎从衣服里掉出来，长长的黑发垂在我阴茎两侧，随着她的口交动作轻柔地摆动着。
我觉得阴囊和腹股沟里一阵痉挛，知道自己马上就要射精了，「喂，我就要射了，亲爱的，我已经有三个月没有射过了，现在全都给你。」
说着，我使劲按着她的头，直到把彻底发泄完后才松开她。
卡米耶挣扎着想站起来，但由于蹲的时间太长，她摇晃着站不稳。我伸手拉起她，扶着她走到墙边的一张桌子跟前，扶着她坐了上去。我们俩都没吭声，我默默地看着她那张熟悉的脸，看到一缕精液正顺着她的嘴角流到下巴上，然后又滴到她的乳房上。
「你在这里等着，我去找些东西来帮你清理一下。」
说着，我打开门，去卫生间取一些湿纸巾。就在我穿过大厅准备去男卫生间的时候，一个男人在后面叫我：「嗨，你！」
我回过头，看到一个调酒师正看着我，问道：「你是坐在3号桌的吗？」
「不知道啊，我也弄不清这座位号是怎幺排的。」
「那你刚才是不是和比尔的老婆在一起？」
「是的。」
「那就对了，是3号桌。刚才清洁工在那张桌子那儿拣到你们的外套，已经送到经理室去了。你赶快去取吧，不然他就要下班离开办公室了。来吧，我告诉你经理室在哪里。」
我跟着他走到夜总会大楼的后面，但经理办公室却已经锁了门。「你别离开啊，他应该还在大楼里，我去找他。」
调酒师说着就离开了。
几分钟以后，调酒师带着一个低矮的秃头男人回来了，那秃头介绍说他叫伯尔尼，是这里的经理。打开办公室的门，他把我们的外套交给我后，我就返回了那间储藏室。
打开储藏室的门，眼前的景象让我张口结舌呆在了那里。只见满屋子站着乐队的乐手们，还有几个夜总会的员工。卡米耶一丝不挂地躺在桌子上，一个鼓手站在她两腿之间，正猛烈地奸淫着她。另一个键盘手站在她头前，双手扶着她的脑袋，就像我刚才那样在肏着她的嘴巴。贝司手、吉他手以及萨克斯手围在他们身边，使劲撮弄着自己的阴茎，等待轮到他们上。在另一边，一个调酒师和一个保安也在等着他们的机会。
这时，一个声音在我右边响起：「不要轻举妄动啊。」
我转过头，看到了另一个调酒师，他继续说道，「我们知道她是你的女人，不过，既然她可以背着她老公和你肏屄，那我们尝尝鲜也没什幺不可以的。我们人多，而你只是一个人，所以你还是别想跟我们搏斗，我们一起享受这女人好了，怎幺样啊？」
就在他说话的时候，那个鼓手已经把精液射进卡米耶的身体里了，他刚一退出来，那个贝司手立刻代替了他的位置。
「我们看到你把她带到这里来了，其实我们早就想尝尝这娘们儿的滋味了，这次就算我们大家欠你一个人情，以后无论你什幺时候来，我们都免费招待你好了。」
那个刚从卡米耶身体里退出来的鼓手拍着我的肩膀说道。
此时此刻，我还能说什幺呢？他们说得对，他们有8个人，要打起来我一个人根本就不是他们的对手。看着卡米耶同时被两个男人从前后两个方向奸淫着，我的阴茎立刻就坚硬起来了。
「好吧好吧，我不反对。」
我对他们说道，「但是我必须第一个享受她的肛门，毕竟她是我的女朋友。」
那个调酒师大笑着说道：「没问题啊，伙计。」
在接下来的20分钟里，我眼睁睁地看着调酒师和吉他手轮流肏了她的嘴，而贝司手和萨克斯手则前后在她的阴道里射了精。在这个过程中，卡米耶一直在「呜呜」地呻吟着，她的身体也在颤抖着，也不知道是兴奋激动的，还是被那些男人肏得太难受了。
这时，房间的门被推开了，伯尔尼探头朝屋里看了一眼，说道：「我要锁门了，伙计们。你们最好把她带到停车场或者别的什幺地方去，快点。」
「我们会把她带回到我家去。」
那个调酒师回答道。
「那太好了，一会儿我也去你家找你们。」
伯尔尼说着，转身走了。
两个正在肏着卡米耶的男人从她身体里退出来，把她从桌子上拉起来，鼓手从地上拣起她的高跟鞋和衣服，调酒师拉着她的胳膊，让她一丝不挂地跟在他身后。卡米耶看了我一眼，然后就迅速把目光转向了别处。我跟在这群男人后面，看着他们带着裸体的卡米耶穿过大厅，来到停车场，把她塞进一辆汽车里。
The bartender got into the driver's seat, while the drummer sat next to Camille, sandwiching her between them. Before the car even started moving, the drummer shoved her head down towards his crotch.
I followed them in my car, and after about 10 minutes, I saw Camille raise her head, but the bartender immediately forced it back down with one hand. Five minutes later, I followed their car to a large house. Camille, naked, was dragged out of the car and taken inside. I and the others from the car behind us followed.
The bartender led us to his bedroom upstairs, pushed Camille onto the large bed, and made her kneel, her naked buttocks facing us. The saxophonist climbed onto the bed, lay on his back in front of Camille's face, and pulled her down to suck his penis. The bar's bodyguard rushed up behind Camille, thrusting his large penis into her vagina.
"My wife will be joining us later,"
the bartender said. I looked at him, somewhat puzzled, as he continued, "She's bisexual. She's also a waitress at that nightclub, and she really wants this slut to give her a good blowjob. You know, she went to her mother's house today, so this is a rare opportunity for her. She'll regret it to death if she finds out she missed it."
I replied, "I really don't know, but I think maybe Camille won't object. When your wife comes back, Camille might have some fun with her."
"I hope so. Didn't you just say you wanted to be the first to fuck her anus? Well, you'd better hurry up, the others are waiting to taste the feeling of fucking her anus too."
I took off my clothes, waited for the bodyguard to ejaculate inside Camille's vagina and then withdrew, walked behind her, and rubbed the head of my penis against her vaginal opening a few times, getting some of the mixture of vaginal fluid and semen on it, then said to Camille, "I've wanted to fuck your anus for a long time."
Hearing my words, Camille spat out the penis from her mouth and turned to look at me. Just then, the saxophonist ejaculated, spraying her face and head with his cloudy white semen. She looked at me and said, "You bastard, it's all your fault!"
"Is it my fault? But I never heard you say 'No, you can't do that,' or 'It's wrong to do that.'"
"You're right, but even if I did, would they listen?"
She stared at me for a moment, then said, "Kiss me."
"What?"
"If you're going to fuck me, at least kiss me."
I looked at her face and head covered in semen and said, "Impossible."
Before she could say anything more, the guitarist impatiently grabbed her head and shoved his penis into her mouth.
At the same time, I also inserted my penis into her vagina, slowly thrusting it in and out a couple of times for lubrication, then forcefully thrusting it into her anus. As soon as I entered, I saw her shaking her head violently, seemingly unable to bear the pain of being sodomized, or perhaps trying to shake the guitarist's penis out of her mouth to breathe and moan, but the guitarist's hands held her head firmly, making her unable to move at all.
I continued to thrust deeper into her rectum, feeling her sphincter muscles gripping my penis tightly. Camille moaned softly with the guitarist's penis in her mouth, reminding me of her previous unbridled teasing and mockery, which spurred me to thrust even more fiercely. At that moment, I had forgotten that she was my brother's wife, and I didn't think about how I would face her again; I only wanted to ejaculate inside her as quickly as possible and experience the pleasure of sexual climax.
Two minutes later, Camille's moans grew louder, and her buttocks kept moving back to meet my thrusts. I gripped her hips tightly with both hands, fucking her with all my might, and soon ejaculated all over her rectum. As soon as I withdrew, the keyboardist took my place.
Just as we were standing by watching the keyboardist anally rape Camille, Bern and two other men arrived at the bartender's house. Bern, looking at the lewd scene, shouted, "I hope you don't ruin that slut, give us a chance!"
The bartender laughed and said, "Don't worry, boss, this little slut is tough, she won't break no matter how much you fuck her."
I left the bedroom and ran to the bathroom to wash my penis, because I wanted Camille to give me oral sex later.
When I returned to the bedroom, I saw the lewd atmosphere had intensified; Camille was having three penises inside her at the same time, and the bartender was recording it with a video camera. Seeing this, I felt extremely angry and stormed towards him.
Seeing my hostile intentions, the guy quickly raised his arm to protect himself and said, "Dude, what do you want? It's not what you think. I'm not recording this to blackmail or threaten anyone. I just want my wife to see how wonderful it is that she made a mistake. I can give you the tape to keep, and my wife can show it to her when she gets back. You can destroy it if you want, okay?"
"Oh, is that so? Okay then,"
I said, turning back to look at the stimulating scene on the bed. I saw a trickle of semen running down Camille's lips; the scene was incredibly lewd. At that moment, the guy who was thrusting into her vagina ejaculated, and 30 seconds later, the guy who was fucking her anus also ejaculated into her rectum.
After the three men had all left Camille's body, I heard Bern say, "Make her kneel down."
I turned to look at him and saw that this short, stocky man had a penis as big as a horse's.
Bern moved behind Camille and thrust his thick, long penis into her already loose and slippery anus, then began to pump rapidly. Camille hadn't uttered a word since I started anally fucking her. Now, while thrusting her hips, she cried out, "Oh, damn it! Come on, fuck me hard, God, my sweet bastard Jesus..."
Bern laughed and asked, "Do you like my big cock, my little sweetheart?"
"Yes, oh, I love it so much, fuck me hard, please fuck me hard."
With Bern's fierce thrusts, Camille kept moaning and screaming, eventually reaching orgasm four times. When Bern finally ejaculated inside her, she was so fucked that she lay limp on the bed, unable to move.
But there were still a few men who hadn't fucked her yet, so they all came at once, three men at a time, until the morning sunlight streamed in through the window. After the last man withdrew his penis from her anus, Camille collapsed onto the bed and immediately began to snore.
Two men helped me dress her, then helped me put her in my car and leave the bartender's house. I took Camille back to my place, undressed her, and laid her comfortably on the bed.
I stood by the bed, looking at the sleeping Camille, my feelings incredibly complex. That night, I had fucked her four times—twice in her anus and twice in her mouth. I felt incredibly guilty because, because of me, she had been gang-raped by so many men. But then again, it was what she had hoped for. Never mind, I'm too tired. I should just get some sleep. With that thought, I turned and lay down on the bed, immediately falling asleep.

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