"Forgive me father, for I have sinned." That was how I began kneeling in that
little cubicle asking the local parish priest to intercede for me. "It has been
two months since my last confession and these are my sins." "Go ahead my
daughter," Father Ryan said to me. "Father, I have lied, I have disobeyed my
parents, and I have sworn. And..." "Yes, my dear," he urged me to continue. "And
father, I have fucked 16 boys." I heard Father Ryan suck in his breath at that
one. But, regaining his composure rapidly, he said merely, "Tell me more my
child." And this is the story that I related to him. I guess I should begin by
saying that my name is Jenny though some of my friends call me Jen. I guess soon
some of them might be calling me slut. But that's okay, 'cause I guess it's
probably tire. In any case, I'm sixteen years old, kind of plain looking I
guess, smallish, with glasses. Actually, I'm not much more than 5-feet tall and
usually weigh around 95 pounds. I still think I've got a decent body and,
considering my size, my boobs are downright decent. I was always a good
Christian. I seldom had dates but when I did, I was pretty firm in brushing off
any advances. But that all changed a couple of weeks ago. Me and my girlfriend
Sue went to the movies together with her twin brother Don. Don is kind of the
nerdy type and you can leave it to him to do the nerdy thing. We were watching
the movie when Sue got up to go to the rest room. Don, who had been sitting next
to his sister slid over a seat next to me. After a few moments he asked me if I
wanted some popcorn. I said sure and put my hand into the box. Well, the asshole
had put a hole in the bottom, unzipped his fly, and had his huge cock poking
though it. Very original! I was pissed. "I don't believe you did that," I said
to him loudly enough so that other people turned to look. "You are a jerk." "Shhhh,"
he said to me looking around nervously. "Don't tell Sue, okay?" His eyes looked
terrified and I felt a little sorry for him. I reached back into the popcorn box
and his cock had shrunk into a pathetic little shrivel. I felt a twinge of
excitement in my groin and began playing with his penis. It quickly regained its
former stature and he began breathing heavily. "I do this with my sister all the
time," he whispered between pants. As I was digesting the significance of that
statement he exploded a disgusting gooey mess all over my hand. Not ten seconds
later, Sue arrived and I excused myself to go the lady's room. I cleaned up in
there. Nobody said a word about the whole affair and that night I went to bed
and thought about the whole thing. I fantasized about touching that cock, about
putting it into my mouth, about being fucked by it. My hand unconsciously
dropped to my crotch and, for the first time in my life, I soon masturbated
myself to a delicious orgasm. A couple of days later I saw Don in school and he
said to me, "You wanna' get together after classes?" I shook my head but he said
"Meet me at the 7-11 at 4." I walked away without saying anything. The rest of
the classes seemed to drag by as I thought about the conversation. I couldn't
let a little prick like that boss me around but I wanted to hear more about him
and his sister. And I a found myself squirming as my pussy got wetter and
wetter. By the end of the day I was both embarrassed at my predicament and horny
as hell. I may have been a virgin, but I now knew what the it was like to be in
a nympho-rage. And so it was that I found myself in the parking lot of the local
7-11 at the appointed time. And there was Don sitting in the shit-box of a
Renault that he called a car. I walked up to the driver's side window and he
said to me, "Get around and get in." I rebelled slightly at the thought of being
bossed around but I was always pretty easy to dominate. Maybe it was because of
my petitness. So I got in the car and barely closed the door before he was
backing up the car and driving off. I looked at him as he silently concentrated
on the driving. He was UGLY, that was the only word for it. But, I was
attracted. And so it was that he drove some several miles into the country
finally arriving at a dirt lane that led into an old, abandoned farm. He drove
the car around the back of the barn with the pitching and swaying of the auto's
jiggling bringing waves of excitement over me. My legs trembled slightly as I
left the vehicle when Don elicited the simple comment, "OK, we're here." In the
back of my mind, thoughts of "where does this cocksucker get off treating me
this way?" wandered briefly but I quickly pushed them aside. Don led me through
an opening in the back to a ladder leading to a loft. "You first," he commanded.
I blushed slightly at the thought that he would have a perfect view looking up
my skirt as I scaled the ladder. As I neared the top I looked down and, sure
enough, he was looking straight up. I wondered if my wetness had dampened my
panties. Don scrambled up the ladder quickly and stood in front of me leering. I
backed away slightly as I saw the bulge growing in his pants. "Kiss me," he said
reaching out. He grabbed the back of my head and and put his mouth over mine.
His tongue soon invaded my mouth as he edged me back against the wall. Then his
body was pressing into mine and I could feel his hard cock pressing against me.
Soon, his hands we're dropping to my tits and rubbing them both. "No," I said
breaking the kiss and attempting to get from between him and the wall of the old
barn. "FUCK!" he yelled stepping away, "Make up your mind, bitch! Do you want me
or not?" "I'm scared, Don," I said to him in a quivering voice. "What will
people think?" "Well then, fuck you," he said with venom dripping from his
voice. "If you change you're mind let me know." With that he started for the
ladder. "Please don't go," I said. "Well then," he began turning back towards
me, "No more of this nonsense. I'm the boss here and you will do whatever I tell
you. Do you understand?" "Yes," I whimpered feeling all vestiges of pride
draining from me. This nerd of a guy with the pimples was going to fuck me right
here and now. And, he was not going to be nice about it. "That's better but, and
I'll only warn you this once, you will do whatever I say or you will be promptly
punished. Your body will be mine whenever I desire and for whatever I want to
use it for." He looked at me with a look of smug victory. Though a part of me
rebelled at being talked to this way, a bigger part of me melted. The thought of
punishment brought waves of pleasure to my now sopping groin. "I will do
whatever you want me to, Don," I said simply. "Take off your clothes," he
commanded. I must have hesitated because he grabbed me and threw me face first
over a couple of old saw horses. It didn't occur to me till later that they were
deliberately placed for the purpose of what was to follow. I found myself face
down bent over the horses. My skirt was quickly lifted up and I dared not to
resist. Just as quickly I felt my panties being violently lowered till they were
around my knees. I shivered as I felt a finger draw a line from the top of the
crack of my ass to the front of my pussy. It paused at my asshole and my
cunt-hole. Then I cried out as his hand came careening down to whack me on my
ass. Again and again blows came down as I received a humiliating spanking. I
squirmed and tried to put my hands back to ward off the blows but he merely
grabbed both of my wrists in one hand as he spanked me with the other. My ass
grew warm as the punishment turned my cheeks bright red. After what must have
been thirty blows, the spanking stopped. "Now bitch, I'm gonna' pop the virgin
cherry of yours and you're gonna love it!" I looked back to see his cock
sticking out of his unzippered pants bulging big and purple. It looked about
three-feet long to me. With one push he was inside of me as I felt the hymen of
my youth being torn away. It hurt but not as bad as the spanking did. He thrust
in and out of me harder and harder and his hands groped inside of my blouse for
my tits. I began moving my hips to match his thrusts as I felt the second orgasm
of my life welling inside of me. Then I came in deep, delicious pulsations. Not
thirty seconds later I came again as he pushed himself ever more violently into
my pussy. "Oh, God," I screamed as I came yet a third time and he too began
grunting as he exploded inside of me. I half collapsed onto the floor as he
backed away. "Lick it off," he said to me. I knelt in front of him and took his
now shrinking member into my mouth and licked it clean with my tongue. Looking
down, he examined his member and clucked a quiet approval. "I will drive you
home now, but I expect to meet you the same place, same time tomorrow.
Understand?" "Yes, Don," I said meekly. That night, I lay in bed thinking of the
days events. My crotch felt as though I still had him inside of me. I wondered
weather he was big or small as far as guys went. It had looked HUGE to me. Then,
my thoughts drifted to how he bossed me around and how he punished me. My
fingers drifted to my cunt and I started rubbing myself harder and harder till I
came as I remembered the humiliating spanking the pimple-faced nerd had
administered. Was I becoming a whore? The next day was a little less dramatic
from a pain stand point of view. I met Don as instructed and we drove to the
same location. While outside, Don instructed me to remove my panties. I did so
and he threw them on the front seat of the car. Again, I climbed the ladder
first and again, he peered up but this time at my exposed pussy. I was already
wet. In the loft, I looked around quickly. The barn itself had obviously not
been used for farming activities in some years. However, the upstairs looked as
though it had been. I didn't know if it was just Don or if other guys came up
here. I wondered if Don brought his sister up here or if they fucked at home or
if they fucked at all. There was some weird contraptions hanging from the
ceiling and from one of the side walls. I was pretty sure they were not related
to any farming activities but said nothing to Don. "Remove your clothes," Don
said to me. I began to unbutton my blouse when he shrieked, "Quickly!". My
clothes were on the floor in 30 seconds. "Lay on that pile of hay and masturbate
yourself," he said. I moved to the far end of the floor where a thick pile of
hay lay and laid down with my legs spread facing Don. I felt self-conscious but
I my ass was still sore from the spanking I had received yesterday and so, I did
not want to receive another. I closed my eyes and let my hand rove my body. I
soon found myself fantasizing about the fucking I had received yesterday and it
wasn't long before my groping fingers found their way inside my sloppy pussy. I
opened my eyes to see if Don was watching and saw him sitting on one of the
saw-horses with an obviously huge erection bulging through his pants. Oh, how I
wanted that cock! And then, I came in a shower of sparks. I laid back and said
quietly, "I did what you asked, Don, now please fuck me. Fuck me, okay?" Don
looked at me and smiled wickedly. "You were okay and so, today you will be
rewarded. Undress me." I got up and walked over to him. I unbuttoned his short
and ran my hands over his chest. Next, my hands worked down to his pants and I
rubbed his erect penis through the material. I heard him gasp slightly. Within a
few minutes I found myself back on the floor with Don thrusting his face between
my legs. He was going to eat me! I reached down and clutched the back of his
head as I felt his tongue and his lips working over my cunt. He reached out and
lifted my legs upon to his shoulders exposing me to deep thrusts of his tongue
into my pussy that started to make me tingle with another building orgasm. Next,
I felt his fingers starting to probe my asshole. With a sudden thrust, he
inserted a finger deep inside of my that sent me over the edge into another
climax that seemed to be the deepest yet. "Fuck me," I begged hoarsely between
contractions. With my legs still on his shoulders, Don guided his penis into me.
Just the head at first, in and out, in and out. "Harder," I cried, "Farther.
Stick it into me." I was wild with frenzy and wanted him to fuck the living
daylights out of me. I wanted to not be able to walk for a week. With that he
bent my legs far forward and started attacking me with glee. Harder and deeper
his thrusts went. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass as he seemed to
be ripping me apart. "Oh, God, I'm gonna' come again," I screamed. And then I
exploded into climax after climax. I reached as best I could to his ass and
pulled him hard trying to get that glorious cock to somehow find away to sink
yet deeper. "Fuck me, Don. Fuck me, Don," I said timed to each thrust of his
hips. "Make it hurt," I cried. I reached down and felt his balls which evidently
was more than he could stand. I felt his cock throb inside of me and then he
gushed spurt after spurt of semen inside of me. It felt wonderful! Don collapsed
onto the floor panting and I pulled his head onto my breast, gently stroking his
hair. "That was wonderful, my lover," I said to him, "Can we do this every day."
This went on for a number of weeks, though not every day. We explored new
positions and new locales. We did it in the boys rest room before school hours,
in my parents bed one day when they weren't home, even in a church pew. Don was
like a schizophrenic. Some days he was very nice to me. Other days came
frightful punishments when I didn't please him just so. Though the sex was
great, I came to like it better when accompanied by the punishment. School let
out for the summer and July 4th was just around the corner when he said to me,
"Jenny, you're ready now." "Ready for what?" I asked automatically unbuttoning
my blouse. "Tell your parents that you are spending Independence day with me and
my sister. That's actually the truth but I have a surprise for you." My heart
beat a little faster as I realized I might find out just what the hell, if
anything, was going on between Don and Sue. I had thought about it often with
emotions torn between excitement that she was fucking her own brother and out
and out jealousy. July 4th rolled around and, for a change, Don drove to the
house to pick me up. I waved good bye to my parents telling them I did not know
exactly when I would be home but that it would probably be shortly after the
fireworks. I didn't say exactly what types of fireworks I had in mind. I was
disappointed to see that Sue was not in the car. Don merely said that I would
see her later and he drove off. After traversing several blocks, he pulled the
car to the side of the road and handed me a bag. Put these on, he said simply.
Inside of the bag was some flimsy night clothes and a blind-fold. "Don, I
can't," I said looking at the cars going by. "Do it you fucking whore!" he
snarled at me. "Do it or I'm going to bring you home and you'll never know what
you missed today." I slinkiered down into the car seat and stripped off my
clothes and put on the lingerie he had brought to me. It was actually a two
piece suit with purple panties and a matching see through nightie. Last, I put
on the blindfold. "Put your hands in front of you," he said. I did so and felt
the cold iciness of steel locking around my wrists. He handcuffed me! "Don't
touch the blind-fold," he commanded. After another fifteen minutes or so of
driving, I had totally lost track of all the turns. We ended up pulling into a
driveway or a parking lot obviously made of gravel. Don turned the engine off
and came around to my side of the car and opened the door. I carefully got out
and then he put something around my throat. "A dog collar," he announced simply.
"Now listen, very carefully," he said, "You are to do whatever I or anyone else
says to you. Do NOT embarrass me." "What do you mean you or anyone else?" I
said. "Shut up." he said jerking on the collar. He led me by the leash across a
short expanse. "Watch your step," said to me leading me up a set of stairs and
through a door. We went through what seemed to be a short hallway into a room
where I sensed, but could not here, other people. I heard a chain jingle and
then my arms were lifted over my head. I heard a snap and my arms were released
but I couldn't lower them. I was chained! "Here she is," Don announced. "She's
tiny," said another voice. It sounded like a grown man. All of a sudden, the
room exploded into more voices than I could count. Most sounded like boys around
Don's age. Others seemed older. Some of the voices I thought I could recognize
but I wasn't certain. I was left hanging there for several minutes as laughter
and conversation consumed the room. I was terrified. Then, I felt a hand on my
ass rubbing up and down drifting lower to feel my pussy through the material.
The hand roamed around to the front of my body and I felt an erect cock pressing
against my buttocks. First one hand, then another, encircled my breasts and
began to fondle them roughly. The the hand lowered to my pantied and lifted them
to allow entrance. The hand groped my cunt and I felt a finger painfully
inserted into me. "The fucking cunt isn't even wet," the voice exclaimed at the
same time as I heard the obvious clicking of a camera. All of a sudden there
were hands all over me. I was lowered from the chain that suspended me. What few
clothes I had were torn off as I was pushed from one set of open arms to
another. I was kissed roughly by one, had one pussy grabbed by another, and on
and on and on. After what seemed an eternity I was dragged several feet and
forced to lay over the knees of somebody who smelled as though he had been
drinking. Smack! I felt the familiar stinging sensation as a hand came down
forcefully on my ass. Smack! The sound rang through the room as voices urged my
punisher on. Smack! The hand that was punishing me seemed much larger and
meatier than Don's. In any case, the blows were much harder. Smack! This went on
for five or six minutes. I cried out in pain but that only caused the blows to
come down harder. "Bitch," the voice exclaimed in time with the spanking.
"You've gotta lesson to learn and you're gonna learn it now!". Smack! Gradually,
my howls of pain mixed with howls of lust as I heard all the male voices urging
my tormentor on. Where was Don, I wondered? Who cares! All at once the spanking
stopped but I was still pinned across his knees. I began to think of him as
Superman. One of Superman's hands was planted in my back holding me down. The
other he slipped between my legs and started moving to my pussy. I was so
sopping wet that I could smell myself in heat. At the moment of rough contact, I
exploded into an orgasm. "The bitch is ready," he announced standing up and
allowing me to unceremoniously roll onto the floor. "You all draw numbers like
usual, but the cunt is mine first!" Draw numbers? All of a sudden, it occurred
(or re-occurred) to me that I was in a room -- where I didn't know -- with a
bunch of men -- who I didn't know -- being sexually abused. Gawd! It was
wonderful!!! I heard some commotion and then a whining voice complain, "Sixteen!
That sucks!." "No, the bitch sucks," said Superman, "Watch." "Get on your
knees," he said. I knew he was talking to me but, even if I hadn't, the jerking
of the leash which was still around my neck, would have told me. I knelt in the
direction that Superman's voice seemed to be coming from and, with my wrists
still cuffed, groped till I felt the legs in front of me. I groped further and
my hands felt the erection of a monster cock through the pants material. "You
know what to do." I unzipped him and felt around finally extracting
'Super-Penis' through the hole in his underwear. It fell out and hit me in the
mouth. I took it between my lips and started licking and sucking as my hands
went up and down the shaft. The son-of-a-bitch was huge. Not only was he much
longer than Don, but it was wide! All of a sudden Superman's hand reached behind
my head and grabbed me. Then he began to wham his prick into my mouth. I tried
to push against him with my hands but he was to strong. Farther and farther he
pushed and all I could do was open my mouth wider and give him a clear access to
my throat. Soon, he was actually in my throat and I was fighting a gagging
reflex. But he thrust his hips ever forward while holding my head still. All at
once, he gave a big thrust forward and I felt his balls slapping against my
chin. My nose was in his mat of tangled pubic hair as his cock impaled my throat
deeply. "Suck and lick you fucking whore-bitch," he commanded. With his cock so
deep in me, stretching my throat to the bursting point, I re-angled my head to
give Super-Penis a straighter path. I swished my tongue over the base of his
cock feeling the hairs between my teeth. I moved my whole body back and forth
letting his cock slide up and down my throat. I began to get excited as I felt
his cock stiffen and get even bigger. I knew he was about to cum. And, all of a
sudden cum he did. It seemed like gallons of it gushing into my mouth and
throat. I could feel some escape and drip down from the corner of my mouth. No
sooner was Superman down with me than a smaller set of hands grabbed my
shoulders and pulled me down on the floor. "Hello whore," a voice attached to
the hands, "I'm going to fuck you. And so is everyone in this room. And then
we're going to fuck you again." All I could do in response was moan as I felt my
pussy contract. The hands groped my breasts and squashed them against my chest.
I decided to call this one Number 2. He grabbed the chain between the cuffs than
bound my wrists and forced my arms over my head. Another set of hands then
pinned my arms to the floor as I heard Number 2 unzip his fly. He knelt down
roughly spreading my legs wide and quickly penetrated my cunt. His cock felt
more Don-size and I took him easily. "Tell me you love me," he said to me as he
thrust rapidly into and out of me. His voice seemed young, maybe younger than
Don's. "I love you," I said. I felt another orgasm welling inside of me as his
cock started to stiffen. But instead of shooting his load into me, he pulled
out. I felt his cum spraying over my face and and tits. "On your hands and
knees," came the deep voice of number three. These guys were fucking me almost
faster than I count. Number 2 was the slam-bam-thank-you-ma'm type but, I had a
feeling this guy was going to be different. Obeying the voice which sounded like
an older Black man's, I rolled over onto my tummy and raised myself onto my
hands and knees. I felt his hands on the upper part of my back and then felt him
squatting behind me. He entered me from behind with one big push of a cock as
long as Superman's but not as thick. "Give me a ride," the deep voice commanded.
I felt him take up the leash and jerk me by the throat. His weight was partially
on my back and partially on my legs as he stayed impaled in me. He must have
been taking most of his weight himself in his squatting position because I was
able to 'carry' him as I began to crawl on my hands and knees. He humped me
while we slowly moved in whatever direction he jerked the leash. He said
something to me that I didn't hear because I was concentrating on that delicious
cock buried inside of me. My head came jerking up violently and I started to gag
as he pulled on the leash sharply. "I said to bark, bitch," the low voice
growled. "Bark like the dog that you are!" So, with a dick in my cunt, handcuffs
on my wrists, a blind-fold over my eyes, a leash around my neck, and a big,
Black man riding me, I crawled around the room barking and growling like a dog.
Because that was what I had been told to do. This was a long fuck and I came
several times in small waves of orgasm. But, all good things have to come to and
end and I soon felt the now familiar sensation of Number 3's cock starting to
grow and throb inside of me. With that he pulled out of me and rolled me onto
the floor on my back and came all over my face and tits. I stuck my tongue out
greedily trying to suck up some of that cum. "Now, my boy," number three said to
me, "jerk him off." I felt the presence of another body in front of me. Number
four was much smaller than the last one -- presumably his son -- and had his
dick already exposed waving in my face. For a small boy, the dick was big. I
began to fondle his member and heard his breathing become deeper rapidly. After
no more than thirty seconds I massaged his balls to be greeted my a massive
explosion of sticky cum on my face. I felt is dripping onto my tits and my
belly. The boy was quick and this was greeted by laughter around the room.
Feeling bad for the kid, I leaned forward to take his cock into my mouth but
instead had my arms roughly grabbed from behind. I was jerked away and dragged
across the floor to the cheering of the spectators. "Now it's my turn," snarled
a voice. Dripping with cum in my face, in my hair, and hanging from the nipples
on my tits, I laid there in the middle of the floor waiting to find out which
way number five intended to mount me. I didn't have long to wait. "Don't just
lay there, bitch. Sit on it." With that several sets of hands picked me up and
put me down on top of him. He was already lying on the floor, face up, and buck
naked as far as I could tell. "Put it in," he commanded simply. I reached down
underneath me as well as I could with the cuffs and, adjusting my position
somewhat, grabbed his cock and moved it towards my sloppy vagina. I assumed a
squatting position and lowered myself onto him. He seemed to be sized about like
Don but I wished he were sized more like number 1 or even number 3. That is,
until he actually entered me. I'd never done it this way before and he felt huge
with my weight pressing me down and his cock impaling me from below. "Fuck me,"
he said, "You do the work -- I'm tired." I began to raise and lower myself seven
or eight inches at a time. Despite what he said, he was raising his hips up
every time I lowered myself to sink himself as deep in me as he could. The room
was becoming noisy and a chant went up, "Hump the bitch, hump the bitch." Though
my legs were tiring, the fucking went on a long time. I smelled liquor being
poured in the room and I felt the presence of bodies pressing close. A bottle of
something foul was pressed to my lips and I was forced to drink something that
burned my throat as it went down. At that, number five started pumping
vigorously into me and I came for the umpteenth time. Unlike the others, I felt
him stiffen inside of me and then cum in spurts of delicious goo inside of me. I
continued to pumping even after I felt him go soft. A voice then called saying,
"Now it's my turn, whore. Come here." The voice seemed to come from my left and
I got up and walked wobbly leg to where the voice seemed to come from. Hands
kept running over my body. One set stopped me from behind, cupped my left breast
roughly with one hand and stuck a finger into my ass with the other. "Now, fuck
me," said the voice that went with the finger. Evidently, this was number six.
Number six lowered me to the floor on my back and threw my legs onto his
shoulders and then thrust his cock into my pussy. He leaned forward heavily till
my legs were almost over my ears and my cunt was facing straight up. He pumped
me so hard that I yelled in pain, "You're killing me!" That only brought a howl
of laughter from the gaggle of males that seemed to be pressing around. And
number six fucked me long and hard exploding his cum deep inside of me, so deep
that I thought he was going to come out of my throat. I didn't have an orgasm
with him. "Stand up," I was told when he was though with me. So I stood up and
felt gooey jism drip down the inside of my legs. I feared I must have looked a
mess and I could smell myself. I smelled like a whorehouse. "Drink some more,"
said a voice. The bottle of, I guessed it must have been whiskey, was pushed to
my lips again and, gagging, I got several swallows down. I began to feel woozy.
"I have to go to the bathroom," I announced. "So go ahead," said the voice of
someone who, though I hadn't fucked him yet, I certainly would soon. "Where?" I
asked. "Right where you are, bitch!" said the voice. I felt something being
shoved between my legs. "Into the pail standing up." "No," I said, "please don't
make me do that." "Who's next?" the voice raged in anger. "I am," answered a
voice. It was Don! "Well that's good because you brought the uncooperative bitch
here in the first place. I want her punished and I want her punished good. She
has to learn some respect." "Come here, Jen," Don said to me pulling me by the
arm. I was a little scared of what the punishment could be. "I'm sorry I have to
do this to you, but you've got it coming." I was led to a narrow bench of some
sort and forced to bend over it face down. My hands were clamped into some sort
of restraints at the end and I was helpless to move. A few moments later, I felt
something greasy being applied around and then into my asshole. Don was going to
fuck me in the ass! The thought both excited me and scared me. I heard Don -- I
assumed it was still him behind me -- unbuckling his belt only to be greeted by
a growing chant: "Punish her! Punish her!" I began to grow scared. All at once a
felt his young man-hood pressing around my virgin asshole. He was pressing the
head of the cock I so adored against my rose-bud slowly spreading me. I tried to
relax myself but too late. With a sudden thrust he entered me accompanied by a
howling scream coming from my own lips. I felt like I was being ripped apart. He
stood still with his prick in my asshole as I lay writhing underneath him. "So,
do it," came a voice that seemed to be Superman's -- my number one. How many
were we up to? That's right, Don was number seven. "Is my cock in your ass?"
asked Don. "Yes," I gasped. Though the initial waves of pain were subsiding, I
still felt like I was impaled on a telephone pole. "Wrong answer," he said. And
then I felt the lash of the belt across my back. I screamed and wiggled but
between my hands being bound to the bench, and his weight on my ass, I couldn't
free myself from the source of pain. The first lash was followed by two more
leaving streaks of pain across my upper back. "Is my cock in your ass?" he asked
again putting inflection on the last word. "Yes," I screamed at him hysterically
not knowing what it was I was supposed to say to him. Three more lashes. The
leather of the belt stung viciously as I was whipped in front of this crowd of
men. "Say it you dumb bitch!" he said to me, "Is my cock in your ass?" "Yes," I
cried, "Your cock is in my ass!" "That's better," he said softly. Now he began
to slow pump himself in and out of me. "I have to punish you now, Jen," he said,
"Because you disobeyed an order. You are a slave, a tramp, and a whore. And you
must obey immediately the command of anybody in this room. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I said, and then added, "Master." His fucking was becoming more vigorous
and despite the pain and the humiliation, I began raising my hips to swallow his
manhood deeper into my bowels. The belt came down again to enforce the lesson I
had just been taught. But the blows were half-hearted. Instead of the searing
pain I felt before, these hurt deliciously. Oh, I wanted to be spanked again
right there in front of all those people. I felt Don's penis stiffen and swell.
He came inside of my rectum in mighty lunges gushing his seed deep within my
recesses. I lifted my hips as high as I could to take him in and felt his balls
slapping against my twat. When he withdrew from me I felt the need to evacuate
my bowels and hoped that Don didn't have shit on the end of his dick. I also
felt pressure on my bladder reminding me that I had to pee like a race horse.
But I wasn't to be given an opportunity for I soon felt the hands of number
eight turning me over right on the bench forcing my arms, which were still tied
to the bench, to cross at the elbows. He entered my pussy, now slippery with
both my love juices and the cum of I could hardly remember how many men,
immediately and began lifting me off the bench with each thrust. Number eight
seemed to be about average sized, maybe even a little smaller, but he knew how
to use what he had. My hips were hanging over the edge of the bench and my pussy
was pointing slightly down as a result. Number eight was almost fucking me from
below by getting under me and with each thrust, burying himself into me until
the point where his cock was lifting me in the air a good six inches. It was
wonderful and I felt my come time and time again. He fucked me for a good 15
minutes before pulling out and shooting his jism all over my tits and stomach.
All this time and he never said a word to me. When he was through with me, my
hands were untied and I was pulled up by the wrists. I was still handcuffed. I
was led to the same pail as before. This time I didn't hesitate because I had to
go so bad I almost couldn't stand it. I stood there with my legs spread and
straddling the pail and felt relief as the urine streamed down noisily into the
pail. Ahh, sweet relief. It didn't bother me at all that all these men were
watching and laughing. Over the next hour or so I was fucked again and again.
There was one that fucked me missionary style that couldn't have been more than
thirteen years old. He came even more quickly than did number six (or was it
five?). He shot his load into me but most ejaculated on my face or tits or
belly. One guy lifted my legs onto his shoulders but, instead of sticking
himself into my cunt, he rammed himself into my ass and gave me a rough
butt-fucking. Unlike with Don, I came mightily. Number sixteen led me to the
middle of the floor and forced me to kneel in front of him and suck his cock. I
felt cum leaking from my pussy and from my violated asshole. I felt it dripping
down my face and throat, down the insides of my legs, and down my belly from the
tits. I was a mess but, now that it was almost over, I was going to give this
guy -- he seemed to be just a kid -- the best blow job of his life. I worked on
him for a few minutes until he withdrew. He pulled me to my feet and led me to
the same bench as before. But, this time I laid down in the opposite direction
with my head hanging over the edge. "Open your mouth," he said. Understanding, I
opened myself trying to give him a clear shot to my throat. He entered me and
began pushing farther and farther. I momentarily gagged as he entered my throat
but the sound was muffled as his manhood (boyhood?) prevented any sound from
escaping. I breathed threw my nose as he crammed himself deep in me. I swished
my tongue greedily over his his cock trying to reach around and stroke the vein
running along the bottom (or to me, the top). Then he emit a groan as he
released his load into me, most of it going right into my throat. Some of his
warm jism remained in my mouth and attempted to suck it up but a little managed
to dribble out of the corner of my mouth. I thought that would be it but a voice
called out, "Who wants seconds?" How long could this go on I wondered? I was
helpless to leave even if I wanted to but, I was beginning to get sore. I
doubted I would be able to walk anyway but bow-legged for weeks. I was led to
the middle of the room where I was commanded to "Sit on it." It sounded like
number three, the Black man with the long dick. I straddled him at the hips and
lowered myself onto his rejuvenated cock. By the distance it went up into me I
knew that, yes, this was number 2. "Now bend forward," said another voice. It
was Superman's -- number one. The one with the HUGE pecker. I leaned forward as
told knowing what was to follow. I felt him straddle his legs around my hips and
with start to thrust himself into my rear end. He was much bigger than the other
two who had butt-fucked me and his first attempt wasn't successful. He then put
his meaty hands on my shoulders and, pulling against me, thrust harder into me
causing me to shriek in pain as he entered me. I felt moisture and knew that he
was so big that he was causing some bleeding. I could feel the two cocks
touching each other through the thin wall separating my nether region from my
overused pussy. But that wasn't enough. I then felt a third cock being pressed
against my lips. I opened my mouth to accept what I guessed to be the dick of
number nine or number ten. Without a voice, I couldn't be sure. All at once, the
three men started pumping. I was trapped between the three and couldn't move
even if I had had the slightest idea how to. Every cavity in my body was being
filled with the cocks of men that were fucking a high school girly probably half
their age. I heard some squishing noises which turned out to be a couple of the
others masturbating themselves close by. They quickly came onto my back but the
ass/cunt/mouth fucking I was getting lasted a while. The guy in front of me was
pushing particularly hard and I felt myself being shoved back onto the other two
cocks so that I was buried more deeply than I thought I could handle. The guy
underneath me was hitting bottom with every stroke. The guy on top of me was
shoving his member deep within the confines of my bowels and had me spread wide
open. All of a sudden I came with violent orgasms. My whole body shook over and
over as the three men, almost simultaneously also came in me. I must have
fainted for I remember things going dark and, the next thing I knew, I was on
the bench on my back. "Jenny," a voice was saying sweetly. It was a feminine
voice. "Sue?" I asked still groggy. "It's me, Jenny. It's Sue. And, now it's my
turn." The last words didn't really sink in. I was still trying to figure out
why it was dark. Then the blindfold, the handcuffs, and the leash all came back
to me. But I didn't have time to say any more for the next thing I was aware of
was a damp, pungent pussy being shoved in my face. I was to eat my girlfriend
Sue! She shoved her mound back and forth across my mouth till my tongue darted
out and began stroking her. I felt her asshole rubbing my nose. Her hands
drifted down and began rubbing my tits and then my clit. She moaned softly as
she ground her pussy against my mouth till she let out a loud howl as she came.
I was on the edge myself and she finished me off quickly as she lowered her face
to my sopping crotch and darted her tongue into me and over my clit. After that,
Don led me and Sue across the floor and though a door. Among the voices that
were jabbering I heard one say, "She's all right Don. And you did all right.
Congratulations -- you're a member." We were led to a room. I felt the handcuffs
being removed and Don said, "Okay, you can take the blindfolds off." I reached
up and tore mine off in relief. I noticed that Sue had been similarly
blind-folded and was surprised. Also, Sue was as naked as I but, unlike myself,
she wasn't covered from head to toe in men's cum. We showered in that room with
Don standing outside of the door. Sue explained the ordeal to me as best she
could. All that she really knew was that there was some all-male club in town.
To be a member, you had to introduce a woman to the group who was both pretty
and talented. I had never thought of myself as pretty before. Sue also explained
that the woman had to be submissive and I was glad I was able to help Don. She
also told me of her experience several months before. At the time, a total of 21
males were present for the 'initiation'. It seemed that the holiday found some
members out of town. Her mentor, a friend of Don's named Franky had also gained
admittance to the club of which there were, evidently, about 50 active members.
The girls were invited, but never forced, to come back. The rules remained the
same as far as blind-folds and bondage were concerned, but lesbianism was also
expected and encouraged. When we were done, we were re-blindfolded and led
outside to the car. I could tell by the coolness that it was already evening and
that I had been fucking for seven or eight hours and not the two or three that I
thought. Though I had washed, I felt I still smelled like a whore-house. I liked
it and wanted to do it again. But judging by the shakiness of my legs, I guessed
it would have to wait for a few weeks. When we got close to town, Don let us
take off our blind-folds and put on our clothes. "So Sue," I said to my friend,
"Does your brother fuck you?" "All the time," she said to me. "Interested in a
threesome?" "Absolutely," I said. We did go and see the fireworks that night to
be followed by some more intimate fireworks later. Father Ryan was momentarily
quiet as he considered the long story I just told to him. "Child," he finally
said to me in that quiet, confession-box voice of his, "I'm afraid I have to
consider what you penance will be. Please leave now and wait for me in the back
room of the church while I consider this matter." I was perplexed by this
because confession is supposed to be a private thing and I didn't like the idea
of Father Ryan having a face to attach to the story but now, several weeks after
the gang-bang, my conscience was really bothering me. I did as I was told and
went into the back room where the priests dressed before mass. Several minutes
later, Father Ryan walked into the room and looked at me. I felt shame for my
sins. "My child," he said. "I have considered the matter and now you must kneel
before your God." I did as I was told kneeling on the thin carpet that lined the
floor. Father Ryan stood in front of me and, almost in one motion, unzipped his
fly, whipped out his cock, and shoved it in my mouth. His cock was huge. In fact
I recognized that cock. It was number one's! Father Ryan was my Superman! I
opened my mouth wider to accept his delicious cock.
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