Belinda Saw Everything!

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My friends call me Belinda but I prefer to be known by my Chinese name Kin-lan. I am 16 years and two months old and I just said goodbye to school. Last week, I had the results of my Hong Kong Certificate of Education Examination. I passed in six subjects and received my certificate. However, I can forget about further education, as I don't have the so-called prerequisite academic points for entry to the matriculation course. I don't want to go to school anyway. I am happy to work in my dad's grocery store and in time get married, like some of my neighbours.

I have lived on Cheung Chau Island all my life. It used to be a quiet fishing village but became famous with the opening of a stretch of open seafood restaurants by the ferry pier on the west coast. I love the small dumbbell shaped island. There is the minimum of vehicular traffic. I can wear shorts, a tank top with my Speedo swimsuit underneath, and a pair of Birkenstock sandals practically all year round. I don't need anything pretentious. In the afternoon, I can walk 10 minutes across the narrowest part of the island to swim or windsurf off Tung Wan on the east coast.

Over the past few of years, however, the island became rather infamous. School kids came for "weekend parties". They could rent a holiday bungalow as long as an adult do the booking for them through agents in Kowloon. My dad warned me to stay away from the bungalows in Tung Tai area. I didn't think much of it until I got a call one day almost two years ago from my wealthy cousin Sarah.

"Belinda, can you book a bungalow for me, I am coming over the weekend with a few friends?"

"I don't know, Sarah. Registration requires an adult's ID card."

"I know you can swing it. Oh, pretty please!"

"Sarah, my dad would kill me if he finds out..."

"Thanks, Belinda! I shall give you a call tomorrow when we get on the ferry."

"Hey, how many of you are coming, do I know them?"

"Just three to four, including myself. I shall introduce them to you tomorrow, bye!"

To cut a long story short, at Sarah's request, I took some packets of instant noodles and tinned food to her bungalow shortly after giving her the key and direction to get there. I rang the bell and there was no answer. I let myself in with the spare key, as she told me, intending to drop the food and leave.

I froze the second I opened the door and my head started spinning.

"Oh! I... I... I am so sorry, I..." I was lost for word and my face burned scarlet.

I found myself staring at three nude bodies. Sarah, who was three months younger than me who just turned 14 at the time, was lying on her back in a sofa with her legs spread-eagled. A boy about our age was grabbing hold of her ankles, one beside his left thigh and the other over his right shoulder, and was making love to Sarah while another boy had his penis in her mouth.

"Oh Hi, I didn't think you would be here so soon." Sarah took the penis out of her mouth and said shamelessly to me.

I was so embarrassed and I didn't know where to look but Sarah was unperturbed. I lowered my gaze and saw their clothes were scattered all over the floor of the living room.

"Hey guys, this is my beautiful cousin Belinda that I've been telling you about," Sarah announced jovially. "Belinda, this is Michael." I forced myself to look up and saw Sarah pointing at the one between her thighs who gave his penis a burst of quick thrusts.

"Ohh! mmm... yeah..." Sarah gasped, then caught her breath and continued with her introduction. "And this," she waved the other penis in her hand, "is Bill and his Little Bill."

"What do you mean by Little Bill? This is my Big Bill!"

As Bill said, I saw his penis jump in Sarah's hand. I felt dizzy as it was the first time I saw a live penis.

"Wow, you are so damn hot Belinda! Want to join us for some fun?" Michael asked.

I shook my head and felt a headache. I dreaded that I was going to faint at any second.

"Stop kidding my poor cousin. Belinda, sorry about this, I shall call you okay?"

Quickly, I took my exit. I clicked the door shut and had to lean my back against it to steady myself.

"Wow, did you see her knockers?" Michael's voice came from behind the door.

"She got those from her mum," Sarah replied. "Wait till you see my aunt. She is such a knockout that I sometime feel jealous... Hey, what's wrong with these? Are my titties not good enough for you two fuckers?"

Despite what they had said, I envied Sarah. At the time, she was about the same height and built as me, at 5' and around 85 lb. But her 32A/Bs were in perfect shape and were much less cumbersome than my full 32Cs. If god would let us swap our chests!

"Yours are of course lovely and springy. Let me kiss them better," Michael replied.

"Mmm, yeah..."

"Sarah, why don't you invite Belinda to the beach tonight. I think we'll have more fun, the four of us," Bill suggested.

"Don't even think! Belinda's still a virgin. Didn't you see the shock in her face just now?" Sarah laughed at my expense.

"What a shame. Hey, but surely I can help her out with that little problem." Michael joked.

"My pussy is getting cold. Why don't you help me out you dickhead." Sarah giggled.

"You asked for it, bitch!"

I heard the rocking of the sofa, followed by Sarah's moaning.

"Ohh, mmm... Yeah, yeah, yeah... hmm... oh fuck me, Michael!"

I was feeling queasy and my heart pumped madly. I couldn't believe my young cousin would do such a thing. I dashed blindly back to the grocery store and spent the rest of the day in a trance. I couldn't get the image of my young cousin having sex with two boys off my mind.

I didn't get any call from Sarah and I couldn't sleep. I was still in shock! Around midnight, I couldn't take it any longer. I had to talk to Sarah. I called their bungalow but no one answered. I remembered Bill mention that they were going to the beach. I hurried to Tung Wan but was disappointed to find the place deserted. Just as I was going to turn back home, I saw a flicker of light in the sea. Then I saw them coming out of the water. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw that they were stark naked!

They walked a long distance from the edge of water to behind some rocks fooling around with each other, careless that they were in a public beach and could be seen. Stealthily, I sneaked closer and hid myself behind a lifeguard's watchtower. I knew that I shouldn't be doing this, but at the same time I couldn't resist the temptation.

Sarah shook the seawater from her shoulder-length hair and lay her back on a straw beach mat. Immediately, Bill buried his face between her wide-open legs and I heard Sarah begin to moan. But her sound was quickly muffled as she grabbed and started to suck noisily on Michael's penis.

"Sarah, you really want to try?" Michael asked in a hush voice.

Sarah looked up and nodded her head.

Michael quickly switched place with Sarah and lay on the mat. The shadow of his erect penis slanted across his tummy like a demon. His thing looked big and the tip seemed to glow under the moonlight. Cautiously, Sarah mounted on Michael and began to lower herself.

"Ssss... awwe.." Sarah hissed.

I crouched, craned my neck and saw Michael's penis disappearing bit by bit into Sarah who screwed her face as if in pain. I was surprised because Sarah seemed to enjoy doing it so much with Michael that afternoon.

"Shit, it hurts." Sarah swore when she finally sat herself on Michael's lap. "Shit, it fucking hurts...

"Bill, you better wait a while until I get used to it, sss..." Sarah hissed again in pain, "It feels as though Michael's going to split me in two! But let me take care of you."

What was going on? I simply didn't understand.

Sarah grabbed Big Bill and began to slip it in and out of her mouth.

"Not so fast, Sarah. You don't want me to cum in your mouth."

Nonetheless, Sarah continued to bob her head and sucked noisily. After a while she began to ride on Michael's lap and I saw her perky breasts jiggling to her riding rhythm; her pointed nipples glistened under the moonlight.

Suddenly, she took Big Bill out of her mouth and said, "Bill, I am ready now. Come and fuck my cunt."

I winced to hear those swear words from Sarah, who until that afternoon was my sweet and innocent cousin. How could she say something so vulgar and so utterly disgusting?

Sarah grounded her bottom onto Michael as Bill crouched cautiously between her legs.

Under the clear moonlight, I watched in awe as Bill tried to pierce into my cousin's vagina. Oh my God! Then, Michael's must have been buried into her...

"Shit, you're so fucking tight down there. I can't get it in." Bill complained.

"Aawwe... mmm... ARRRHHH!" Sarah yelled in agony.

I was so stunned by what I saw that I tripped and knocked my head painfully on the concrete tower. Immediately, I retreated and hid myself. A couple of minutes elapsed and all I heard was Sarah's whimpering, or was she crying? Did she injure herself? I became worried for Sarah as I poked my head out to take a sneak peek.

I was relieved that they hadn't noticed me. Instead, I saw there was a lot of activities now as the trio were rocking rigorously, with my young cousin sandwiched between the two boys.

"Fuck, I think I'm going to pass out. But don't stop, you two. Do you hear me, Don't Fucking Stop! I want you to fuck my brains out. I think I'm going to have the biggest orgasm. Yes! Ohhh... Yes!"

At her command Michael and Bill doubled their effort. Spontaneously, they contorted their torsos each taking one of Sarah's breasts into their mouths. It was quit a sight as though they were trying to feed from my young cousin's perky breasts.

I felt a tingling pain on my breasts, as though the boys were attending to them, as though my full breasts had swollen in their sucking mouths and were about to burst open!

"Yeah... oh yes. Fuck... fuck me, fuck me harder..." Sarah's gasped as she hastened the rocking of her lithe body between the boys.

"Oooh, hmm... mmm... mmm... Oh, I'm coming. YES, YES, Oh FUCK!"

Sarah arched her back suddenly as she began to shudder and squeal obscenities.

I was in deep shock. My body ached from the tension, from the scene not 20 feet in front of me. I felt a lump in my throat, as though I was going to throw up and I couldn't breath. I had to sit and rest on the powdery sand. I felt so weird. My heart was hammering like crazy while my temples throbbed in pain.

A good two minutes must have passed when Sarah stopped the convulsion. Her body began to slacken as she leaned back against Michael. The boys, however, did not relax their pace and continued to thrust their lower backs furiously against Sarah.

"Oh, Sarah. Can you feel it, I'm going to shoot into your tight little arse."

"Me, too. I don't think I can hold it back much longer, Sarah."

"Yes, come inside me. Whoever comes first shall win a big prize." Sarah fuelled their motion and she began to whimper again, "Yeah, mmm... yeah!"

Shortly after, the trio shuddered and groaned in unison. Bill just slumped on top of their heaped bodies and his white buttock quivered in spasm under the bright moonlight.

I guessed that must be the end of it. I'd never seen such vigorous bodily movement in my life, not in sprinting, not in boxing, not in anything. I supposed they needed to rest now.

They did, but only for a short while, then Sarah pushed the boys away.

"God, that was just Too Fucking Much! My cunt and arse are still on fire!" She swore and led the way to the water.

They returned after five minutes, looking completely refreshed but I still had not recovered from the unsettling scene.

"Come on, Sarah, I won and you promised me a big prize. I want to pop Belinda's cherry."

My heart nearly leaped out of my mouth!

"Let me think about it, Michael."

I was shell-shocked. They were scheming on me. If they had known I was here, the boys would no doubt rape me here and now. I dreaded for my life as I huddled behind the watchtower, shaking with fear.

"Hey, tell you guys what, I dare you to walk me back to the bungalow starker. If you do, I would see if I could get you Belinda's virgin pussy."

"I'm game if you would go starker with me," Michael countered proposed.

"So am I, Sarah." Bill echoed.

"So what the fuck are you two waiting for?" Sarah said with a smirk. "Now, just in case you two want to chicken out..."

With that last remark, Sarah reached out her arms and grabbed hold of Michael and Bill by their penises, one in each hand and towed the boys away.

"Hey, what about our swimming costumes?" Bill asked.

"What about them?" Sarah retorted.

I watched in horror as they left the beach stitch less, wearing only their flip-flops. Sarah seemed to be enjoying herself thoroughly, as she walked gaily in the middle, swaying her hips rather exaggeratedly while the other two treaded ill at ease either side of her, with their life-stalks in tow!

I wondered if they would come to their senses and return for their clothes. It was a good 10-minute walk, through the village, to their bungalow. What if someone saw them? What if they came across the occasional police village patrol? I waited for 15 minutes but there was no sign of them coming back.

I crept out from my hiding place to their beach mat and found their dry swimming costumes bundled together. Under the moonlight, I saw globs of whitish slime on the mat. I knew what it was from my Health Education classes but it was the first time I came across a man's sperm. My mind was racing and curiosity got the better of me. I stuck a finger in the small puddle and found it was gooey. Tentatively, I raised the finger under my noise. It smelt so revolting that I was nearly sick. Desperately, I scraped my fingertip through the sand, trying to get rid of whoever's foul smelling semen.

The warm summer sea breeze was making me drowsy. I felt exhausted after a day of shocking discovery but I knew that I'd better get home. I didn't want to be missed, less my dad confuse me for mixing up with Sarah and her boyfriends. I collected their swimwear and struggled my way home.

Needless to say, I didn't get any sleep that night. The shocking image of Sarah squealing and moaning whilst being violated simultaneously by Michael and Bill kept replaying over and over again in my head. I went through the following morning like a zombie. The telephone rang just after 2 p.m. and gave me a splitting headache.

"Hi, Belinda we're leaving." Sarah said cheerfully.

"Good." I didn't know what else to say.

"Come on, Belinda. You're not mad at me, are you? By the way, I told my mum and dad that I was coming over with a few girls for a weekend party and would invite you. If they call, would you... "

"Don't get me involved, Sarah. I don't know what's got into you..."

"Hey, cool it. You wouldn't understand if you hadn't fucked... Oops, excuse me." Sarah waited and when I said nothing she continued, "We're still friends, aren't we? You wouldn't tell on me, would you? Belinda, would you?"

"Just you keep your boyfriends away from me!"

"Who? Bill and Michael? Don't be daft; they're not my boyfriends. They're just my Guanyin soldiers, my slaves if you like. I paid them to come here, to please me. Anyway, you probably wouldn't see them again. So don't worry."

"Just keep them away from me."

"So, did you enjoy the show last night?"

"Wh... What do you mean?" I was taken off guard by the question and I can feel the heat spreading on my cheeks.

"Stop pretending, Belinda. I saw you last night at the beach. I saw you the second you arrived. But don't worry; the boys were so preoccupied with my body that they didn't know you were there. So let's keep that a secret between us, okay?"

"You mean..."

"Come on. You sounded so shocked. It really was nothing, Belinda. Anyway, we have a ferry to catch. I shall talk to you later."

"Hey, what about your swimming costumes. I've kept them for you."

"You keep them as souvenirs. Bye, Belinda, love ya!"

With a click over the line and Sarah was gone. But she kept coming back, at least once a month, sometimes with her friend May, always with a string of boys but never the same ones. True to her word, I never saw Michael or Bill again. Every time she came over, I had to do the booking for her and was told to fend for her. But my uncle and aunt never called. After about a year Sarah told me that Steve, my classmate at the time, whose father incidentally ran the bungalow business at Tung Tai, would make the arrangement for her.

Now Steve was the problematic one! His family was rich, like Sarah's. There were rumours that he had his evil ways with a number of girls at school. I caught him looking up my skirt over three years ago when we were 12 or 13 and I had kept my distance from him since. I knew for a fact that he had slept with the girl from the newsstand down the lane. I didn't want to guess what had turned Steve to Sarah's Guanyin soldier.

And Steve brought me to my most disturbing discovery.

"When your dad comes back from Kowloon, tell him that I'm out playing mahjong."

"Yes, mum."

I watched as my mother hurried out of the grocery store at noon yesterday. Her wavy dyed blond hair glinted under the mid summer sun. Her stiletto sandals clicking up a staccato that drew attention to her slim and almost skinny legs. A thin gold chain glittered around her left ankle. Once I told my granny that I wanted an anklet like my mum's but she told me off saying that only prostitutes would wear such a thing.

My mum's about the same height as me, at 5' 1 1/2" but her bosom is a full 36DD. There are rude murmurs about them wherever she's around, even on this small island where everybody knows about everybody else. She had me when she was just 16 and married my dad who was nearly 20 years her senior. That must have caused a big scandal at the time although my granny refuses to talk about it.

As I was dozing off before the electric fan, I suddenly realised that mum didn't mention whether she would come back for dinner. I called her mobile but it wasn't switched on. I guessed that she would probably be playing with the usual group at Tung Tai and so I went.

When I got to her usual haunt, I found four lady villagers were already busy shuffling tiles, but my mum was nowhere in sight.

"Do you know where Christine is?" I asked, mindful that my mum had insisted I should call her by her English name in front of her friends.

"No, you mother isn't with us today." The one I called Fat Aunty answered and gave the other three a knowing glance.

"Sorry, but do you know where she is?"

"No we don't know, my dear." Fat Aunty answered again and they resumed the noisy game.

I walked away wondering where mum could have been.

"Come on. Give it to me. I've been waiting for this for a whole week, for my old man to go to Kowloon to replenish the stock."

I stopped on my track when I heard the familiar singsong voice coming from a bungalow.

"Yeah? Then you have to beg for it, Christine." This voice was unmistakably Steve's.

My ears are instantly pricked. What was my mother doing with Steve inside his bungalow? It couldn't be that!

I tried to peer into the bungalow but the thick curtain was closed. I looked around and there was nobody in sight. The sound of the mahjong tiles was just round the corner. I sneaked my way into the side lane to try the bedroom window. However, it was also closed with the curtain tightly drawn behind it. I walked round the back and saw the toilet window was left ajar. I looked around again. Again, no one was watching. I tiptoed my way to the window.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh..." I heard my mum groaning.

I couldn't see a thing yet, as the window was almost shut. Quietly, I pulled the window open and peeped inside.

"Oh!" My heart nearly leaped out of my mouth and I couldn't suppress the exclamation!

Quickly, I pressed my hands to my mouth to muffle the sound and I ran for my life, as Steve was turning his head around.

In those brief seconds, as I peered through the window over the toilet into the bedroom, I saw my mother and Steve. She was lying on her back, completed naked in bed. Her legs were wide-opened, facing my direction, and her slim buttock was hanging by the edge of bed. Her fiery red vanish covered fingers tips were pinching and pulling at her dark nipples. He was standing just in front of the bed and still had his tank top on. From between the naked thighs of his half-crotch stance, I saw his sac was swaying and hammering his penis through my mother's red and swollen vagina. Her, private parts were depilated with a tiny triangular patch of black fuzz above the slit and his naked buttock was hairy.

The last image I had of them was her dainty feet swaying lewdly over his shoulders and the thin gold chain swinging at her slim ankle.

I ran like hell with my mother's lustful squeal echoing in my ears.

They didn't see me. They didn't see me. I kept telling myself.

Mum came home just before dad and asked if I'd been to the beach. When I lied that I had, she reminded me to be careful if I was going to swim alone. We had dinner at my granny's. Mum and dad chatted about the TV drama casually with granny and I. Thank god, mum didn't know!

Needless to say, that was another sleepless night for me. Whenever, I closed my eyes, I had the image of mum's feet swaying over Steve's shoulders, toes curled and the gold chain swinging in my head. Otherwise, it was Steve's penis piercing fiercely in and out of mother. And her "Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh" kept replaying inside my head.

It was half past one the following afternoon. I was going crazy and had to get out to find somewhere quiet to think.

"Hi, Belinda."

It was Steve, the last person I wanted to see. I ignored him as usual and tried to walk past him. He stepped in front of me and said.

"Hey, Belinda. I think we need to talk."

Suddenly, my heart hammered wildly but I looked up at him and tried to act calmly.

"What about, Steve? We had nothing to talk about over the past... eh, three to four years." I gathered my strength to continue, "So, what do you want to say? Say it now!"

"Well, I want to talk to you about Christine and I. About yesterday..." he let it hang.

"What about yesterday?" I stared at him, challenging him.

"Well, I know you were there, when your mum and I... I don't think we want to discuss it here," Steve looked about us and added, "with familiar faces around."

My face turned red, not from embarrassment. I was furious that Steve had the guts to confront me with yesterday.

"Come on. Let's talk at my place."

"No way!" I shouted at him and saw people were staring at us. My face turned a deeper shade of red. I hadn't expected so much attention on us.

"Come on, Belinda. Let's go before your mum comes out and ask what we are doing here. She doesn't know it yet."

In a moment of confusion, I followed a few paces behind Steve to Tung Tai.

"Belinda, I shall go in first okay? I don't want those gossipers to see us together. I shall leave the door unlocked. You come in when you know it's safe. You see, I don't mean you any harm."

Half a minute later, when the coast was clear, I let myself into Steve's lair.

He offered me a glass of water and I was grateful for that. It's such a hot day! Then Steve began to tell me about mum and him, but I wasn't concentrating. In fact, I just wanted to sleep.

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Now that I'm wide-awake, naked with Steve, there can be no doubt of what has happened to me and suddenly I cry in wail.

"Oh, shut it Belinda! You better rest for a while. I'm going to get some cigarettes. I shall be back." Steve begins to pull on his clothes.

"Steve, what've you done to me?" In denial, I hope against hopes that it's all a joke.

"Well, if you must know..." he walks to the TV and presses some switches, "You can check this out. See ya in a bit."

I hear the front door bang shut and the place suddenly becomes dead quiet. Then I watch and sob as horror unfolds before my eyes.

On the TV screen, I was sleeping on this bed as Steve began to pull my purple tank top over my head, revealing my new Speedo swimsuit underneath. Next he took off my running shorts and threw it out of sight as he spread my legs and began sniffing at my crotch.

I think I'm going to be sick!

Judging by the scene, the camera was probably placed on top of the TV at the foot of bed.

Steve came beside the bed and began pulling at the shoulder straps of my swimsuit. My arms waved about weakly, trying to fend him off.

Yes, fight girl! Don't give up!

But my arms dropped lifelessly by my side. As Steve tried to peel the tight garment off my body, it seemed to resist, to protect me, as if it was clinging desperately onto the swells of my breasts. Then all of a sudden, it surrendered and my firm white breasts sprang into view. My small pink nipples shook wildly, as if they too had a mind of their own and were trying to fight off the attacker. Letting go of the swimsuit, Steve grabbed a breast in each hand, as he began to squeeze and suck noisily on them, then he started to pull at my nipples between his teeth. My head just rolled helplessly from side to side.

As I am watching, I seem to feel the pain on my chest. I cover my eyes, not wanting to see anymore as I break down into an uncontrollable wail.

A minute or two must have passed when I hear an exclamation from the TV.

"Goor, what a fucking sight, what a pussy!"

I was now completely naked on screen. My whitish torso was in such sharp contrast to the dark tan on my limbs. The tan-lines of the shoulder straps seemed to accentuate the swells of my full breasts and the arches left high on the hips gave my muscle-toned thighs a very slender and shapely look. But Steve was paying attention to neither of those. Instead, he yanked open my legs and buried his face between my most intimate part.

Now all I can see is the back of his head moving about and the rest is out of focus. However, I can hear clearly the sound of him lapping at me. Steve was so disgusting. I think I'm really going to be sick now.

"Come and point the camera at her twat. I want a clear shot of her cunt lips. If you can get a shot of her maidenhead then all the better."

I'm so stunned! There was someone else in here! Who was he? Oh God, how could I ever go out in the village again, knowing that someone out there had ogled all over my nakedness, had seen all the embarrassing details. I shudder as a sudden chillness seizes me. I dread to think if that someone had raped me.

The scene became shaky and was then fussy over a hairy mound. As the camera zoomed out, my ivory white labia, wet from Steve's saliva, came into focus through the thin patch of my neat black pubic fuss. Steve's fingertips gently pulled my outer lips apart and a pair of cherry red flaps hidden inside suddenly sprang open, as a bubble burst out of me. Once again, my arms reached down as my palms tried, as if half-heartedly, to cover my intimate opening but Steve swept them away effortlessly. As Steve opened me up again, my oval shaped entrance came sharply into view and there was this unmistakable yellowish-pink wafer thin membrane that seemed to line the bottom of the oval ring.

Oh, no! I've saved it for 16 years. It's not for you, Steve. Despite the shock, I am also deeply embarrassed. Now, Steve has seen and knows more about me than myself.

Once again, Steve buried his head between my open thighs. The angle of the camera was quickly adjusted as it was zoomed to show the tip of Steve's red tongue flicking over the nub of flesh, near the top of my vagina; the thing they called clit. Out of nowhere, my hands reappeared.

Yes, slap him. Drive him away. I will my hands to safeguard my virtue, to protect my dignity.

Weakly, my palms slapped on Steve's cheek, once, twice... Steve was unperturbed but kept lapping at that most sensitive spot. My hands came again. Instead, of pushing Steve away, they grabbed hold of his hair and were actually holding onto it, pulling his face to my vagina.

I can't believe what I'm looking at! Girl, have you no shame of yourself!

"Yea, Belinda is ready. I've been waiting for this for nearly five years. Sorry about that, but can you hold the camcorder steady. I don't want to miss anything."

Steve disappeared briefly but came back on screen completely naked. Whoever was holding the camera zoomed onto Steve's erect and menacing flesh pole, as it slowly found it's way to hairy patch between my thighs.

Oh, No! No! No! Please don't do this to me, Steve. Just smile into the camera and say it's all a joke. I'll never tell on mum and you. I'll do anything you want, but this!

On screen, Steve gave his penis a few tugs then began to wedge its plum head through my labia. He crouched and tried to push his pelvis.

"Shit, she's so tight down there!"

Steve sprang his lower back a few times as the tip of his penis began to disappear into me.

"Shoot her face. Oh, what a beautiful sight."

My face suddenly came into view. Was it out of shock, or pain, or may be shame, my eyes flicked open briefly but was closed again. My arms kept moving about and my face was contorted, but that didn't stop Steve. He bent down and put my nipples one after other into his mouth, and they came out erect and shiny with his saliva.

The scene was changed again. Steve's hardness was piercing repeatedly into my bloodied vulva when trickle of red streak kept sipping down my buttock, soiling the snow-white bed linen.

It's become too painful to watch. I just screwed my eyes shut and weep. All the while I can hear the squeaking of the bed and the hissing from Steve's exertion. Until there comes a final groan and it is all quiet in the room again.

"You can just leave the camcorder there. Take all her clothes so that she can't leave."

I open my eyes again. For just the fraction of a second, I see a shadow sneak out of the bedroom. I don't need to look twice. Although the face is obscured, I can tell who that was, from the wavy dyed blond hair, the ample bosom and the slim hips. My suspicion is confirmed by the staccato of her stiletto heels.

I hate you! I hate you for the rest of my life!

But Steve doesn't give me much time for this spontaneous outburst as he chooses to return at this precise moment.

I grab the sheet around me and avert my head as he steps into the room.

"So, now you've seen everything. I think you have actually enjoyed it while we were at it."

"No, I didn't. I'm going to..."

"You're going to do what, Belinda? Of course, you are free to go and do anything you want, if you don't mind going out starker. I'm afraid that I've put your clothes away. However, if you will do it with me one more time, I shall give you back your clothes."

"No!"

"No?" Steve stepped out but returned immediately with a bundle. "Alright, you can put these on and you can go. Be my guest." He went to the TV, fiddled with the switches and came back with a CD. "Take this as well, a souvenir, your first night. But if you go now, I shall take the DVD ram and sell it to Loong Gor. I think he will turn it overnight into hundreds of DVDs. Belinda, you'll be the famous porno queen of Mongkok shopping arcades. Just imagine the tile 'Defloration of a Cheung Chau Virgin'. How about that? It's guaranteed to sell."

"Why are you doing this to me?" I begin to cry again.

"Sorry, but you were just at the wrong place, at the wrong time and saw things that you shouldn't have seen. But if you stay with me, I promise look after you. I've wanted you ever since I first met you at school. I want you for keep, not just fooling around. Hey, let me start by giving you a little present." Steve took out a thin gold anklet and said, "Let me put this on for you, Belinda."

"No, I don't want your present."

"Take it and wear it. All my girls do."

He hooks the cold chain around my left ankle. And of course, I've seen copies of it on Cheung Chau. I seem to remember seeing one round Sarah's ankle once.

"See, it looks very pretty on you. Shall we do it again now? You didn't have a chance to truly enjoy it last time."

"No, get away from me!"

But Steve is not listening. He peels off his clothes and jumps quickly on top of me.

"You know Belinda, it breaks my heart to share your first night with all those dirty old men in Mongkok who pay just $20 for a disc."

With that, his penis scrapes painfully into me.

- END -