Yes, I have large breasts. Not excessively huge, but big, nonetheless. "A fine rack," you may say. "Big hooters." "Baywatch material." "Nicely stacked." "Melons." "Lovely grapefruits." Or my favorite, "TORPEDOES!" Feh. The fact is, I hate them. Loathe and detest. Despise. I want them off my body and gone! Not only do they give me backaches, but I can't sleep on my stomach. I find it hard to kiss someone, as there's always this "mass" between us. Sex is a bitch. I can no longer jog. My cat actually WALKS down out of the window onto my lap by way of my breasts! Unfortunately, I don't have much lap left. I have a hard time buttoning shirts, since those two buttons at chest-level are stretched tight and constantly break off and the rest are loose. I often find leftovers lingering there. And odd things, like leaves and Post-It notes. Yeah, you're probably laughing at this point, but it's really NOT FUNNY! (Well, not unless you laugh at the fact that I actually have a T-shirt that my left nipple has *rubbed a hole in* -- not unlike the way guys pumice their jeans to make their dick look bigger and burlier, like it actually wore through their trousers and is about to chase you down the street. I'm not talking a white, faded spot, though; I'm talking an *actual* HOLE in my T-shirt! You know, so my nipple can look out and see the world (and perhaps chase you down the street), thus mocking me even more.) Guys, how would you like to have balls so big that you couldn't lay on your stomach or see your shoes when standing? Or jog? Or hug someone without them jutting into the other person, forcing you to lean over or else stand several inches away. Wait, stupid question, why did I ask? Forget I said that. Girls with small(er) breasts, you don't know how lucky you are! Why in the hell would you want to *increase* the size of them?!? Especially with some gelatinous unknown substance in a plastic baggie, blech! Wait, stupid question. Forget I said that. But that's the reason I'm here! I want to trade my large breasts for your smaller ones! Mine are pasty white, but I don't really care what color yours are, as long as they're comfortable and I can sleep face-down... and reclaim my lap. No reasonable offer refused. Roy, who was 22, sat on his aunt's sofa, babysitting his cousin Melissa and her friend Cara. Not that they really needed babysitting, as Melissa and her friend were both 16, but his aunt was afraid the two young girls would find a way to cause trouble. Roy pretended he was watching television but kept stealing glances at the two young women. Both were dressed in crop-top tight shirts, their breasts almost hanging out underneath, tight shorts and were barefoot. He was getting an uncomfortable erection as the two of them laughed and kicked their bare feet out at each other. Suddenly Melissa focused Cara's attention to the movie on the television. "Watch this Cara! This is funny!" Roy turned to see what was about to happen as well. The movie was Vice Academy Part 1, and some guy was standing in front of a line of women as each took a turn kneeing him in the groin in some sort of self-defense scenario. Roy's erection got bigger watching this happen, as he had always had a secret fetish about being kicked in the nuts, or worse. He looked again at his cousin and her friend as they laughed about the guy's trauma and recalled the numerous fantasies he had about his own cousin kicking him below the belt. His gaze traveled up and down her body and rested on her small size 6 and a half feet. The soles looked so soft and wonderful and the toes so perfect with their red polish, yet he longed to see what her foot would feel like crushing his balls into his pelvis. Suddenly Melissa turned to look at her cousin and noticed how he looked at her feet before he could turn away. "Roy! Why were you looking at my feet?" She stuck her foot out and pointed and wiggled her toes at him. His erection got bigger despite his embarrassment. "Don't be silly, you little jerk." He tried to blow it off as nothing. Cara decided to put her two cents in. "Maybe he likes feet. I know this guy who says he likes to smell and lick feet. He says he has a foot fetish or something. Maybe Roy has a foot fetish too?" "Eeeeeewwwww!!! That's gross! My cousin wants to lick my feet?" Melissa looked at her cousin again. "If you EVER touch my feet you dork I'll kick you like that guy got kicked on the TV!" Her and Cara laughed at that. Roy wondered about this interesting scenario. If he went over to touch his cousin's foot it would be like daring her to kick his crotch. Maybe he had found a way to explore his darkest fantasy without revealing his secret! Before he could act on this genius of an idea Melissa asked him a question. "Roy, have you ever been kicked in, you know, the balls before?" Melissa and Cara giggled. Roy swallowed hard and answered slowly. "No," he lied. He thought he would take the conversation a step farther and asked, "Have either of you ever kicked anyone in the balls?" Roy was scared shitless and embarrassed as heck. "I tried once but the boy didn't fall down like in the movies so I musta missed his nuts," replied Cara. "I saw a boy get kicked there and he cried for a long time but I never got to kick a guy. I bet it's alotta fun though!" added Melissa as an afterthought. The two girls giggled again. Roy thought to push a bit farther. "I always wondered what it was like to get kicked in the balls. I don't think it hurts as bad as all that." "Then let me kick you and we'll find out," teased Melissa. It was now or never. Roy would have to set the trap and see if they'd take the bait. "You don't have the guts, you little jerk. I'll stand right in front of you with my legs spread and you can kick me in the balls as hard as you want, but you won't because you're a girl and don't have the guts!" "Come on then, you big dork! I'll show you who doesn't have the guts!" "I bet $100 you won't do it." "I don't want money! If I do it, then me and Cara get to practice kicking you in the balls all day!" Cara clapped at that and nodded that she'd like to participate. This was better than Roy had hoped for and eagerly agreed to the terms. He got up and walked over to his cousin. He stood in front of her as she and Cara got up off the ground. He spread his legs wide so Melissa would have easy access to his groin. "Make sure you show her where the balls are so she doesn't miss like I did that time," interrupted Cara. He reached out and gingerly took his cousin's hand and guided it to where his nuts were outlined in his tight speedos. He placed one of her fingers on each testicle. "This is them," he announced as he swallowed hard again. Melissa smiled broadly as she pushed his orbs around with her fingers. Cara also reached around and played with his jewels. Each girl now had a testicle firmly in her grip and stared in amazement as they rolled around their prizes. "Now I know why they call them balls and nuts," said Melissa. "Yeah, they're so small and kinda hard. I wonder what would happen if you kicked them real hard with pointy shoes on." "I bet that would hurt real bad. You know eggs are hard on the outside but they crush real easy. I wonder if they're like eggs." Cara stepped back a bit and looked Roy in the eyes as she slowly and carefully lifted her foot up to his balls. She stopped when her big toe made soft, almost imperceptible, contact with his right testicle. Roy shivered a bit, as he knew this young girl was enjoying embarrassing him. "Roy, would this hurt real bad if I kicked you like this?" asked Cara. Melissa butted in, "Would it make your voice high-pitched like in that movie? Would you be able to have babies still? My mom and your mom say if you kick a boy hard enough in the family jewels he can't have kids. Why is that Roy? The always tell me to kick until the boy's balls pop." Roy never guessed that his aunt and mother had talked to his cousin about kicking boys in the groin, and especially that they had encouraged turning the boys into eunuchs! His own mother!!! "Well...if you 'pop' a guys balls he can't produce sperm so he can't have kids. Guys without balls are called eunuchs." Melissa was excited by this. "That's right! You're mom told me about how they used to cut the balls off guys to make them slaves. She called it castration." Roy was intrigued by and turned on knowing that his aunt and mother were so open with his cousin about testicles. He wanted to hear more. "What else did my Mom and your mom tell you about?" Melissa laughed and said, "Well, I heard your mom saying once how she had caught you sniffing her feet when you thought she was sleeping on the sofa. She said she heard you whispering 'kick me in the balls, Mommy'. So she said that you deserved being hit in the balls for being such a pervert and so later that day she hit you in the nuts with her fist and made it seem like an accident!" Both girls were now laughing very hard. Roy remembered that day and was horrified that his mother had heard him say that, and yet was aroused knowing that she knew and had hit him in the balls on purpose. He also wondered now about all the times since then that his mother had 'accidentally' injured his plums. One of his favorite masturbatory remembrances was the time his mom was pretending to be a ballet dancer and kicked her leg out, catching him full in the balls. She really poured on the sympathy and teased him about how he would be so much better off without his balls, since they were always getting in the way. The thought of his mother castrating him really got his dick stiff. Melissa brought him out of his reverie by saying, "OK, are you ready, Roy?" Roy gulped one last time and nodded yes. He didn't have much time to worry about the consequences as his gorgeous cousin kicked him hard in the balls. They were trapped within the tight confines of his speedos and so had nowhere to go to escape the crushing force of his cousin's pretty foot. As her foot came up to meet his balls Roy noticed how her firm young breasts became slightly exposed when her crop-top was pulled up with her movements. His fantasy had been fulfilled but his joy was short lived as the pain hit him and he crumpled to the floor with a groan. He could hear Melissa and Cara laughing. "I told you I had the guts, dork!!!" teased Melissa. "Cool, that means I get to kick him in the balls now since we won the bet!" chimed in Cara. "So what did it feel like? We know you like it! We knew you would cause of what I heard your mom say, so stop being a baby and let us kick you some more. You know you're getting off on it!" Roy no longer felt the need to pretend he didn't like it. His cover had been blown but he was living his greatest fantasies, so what the fuck! "I liked it, kick me some more," she moved to a position in front of Roy and patted him on the head. "This is so much fun Roy! If I pop your balls will you be mad at me?" Roy thought about it briefly and knew the answer almost immediately. "Of course not. Like you said, it's fun." Cara then took careful aim and caught him in the right nut with her big toe. Cara winced, as she wasn't expecting her toe to sting so bad. "Ouch! Just don't kick him with your toes cause it hurts like a motherfucker! You hurt my toe Roy." But Roy was in too much pain to answer as he was on the ground again clutching his manhood. "Well I guess it hurt him more than it hurt you," chuckled Melissa. Roy was given a little while to recover and he was wondering why the two girls kept talking in conspiratorial whispers. What had they to hide from him? They knew his secret desire to be kicked in the balls and had set him free. When they noticed he was better they approached him on the sofa. They kneeled in front of him as he rested on the sofa and Melissa gently cupped his balls in her hand. She smiled at him. "How they hangin'?" "Better," replied Roy. He started to get hard at her touch. Both girls noticed. "Roy, I want to ask you about something you said to Cara." "Of course Melissa." Roy was wondering what he had said. "Well, you said it was all right if she popped your balls. Did you mean it?" Roy now remembered telling Cara it was OK, and knew he had meant it. He didn't know why, but the thought of a young girl busting his balls just seemed right to him. "Sure I meant it, Melissa." "Would you let ME pop a ball?" asked Melissa giving his nuts a painful squeeze. "Not both, just one ball. I REALLY want to pop one. I could step on it with my foot, you know, the foot you think is so pretty. Could I Roy? Could I pop a ball? We know you like it and it would be so much fun for me. I'm just so bored, and you don't want me to be bored do you?" Roy looked at his cousin longingly, stared at her breasts and looked over her shoulder to look at her scrumptious feet. "Okay, I'll let you crush one of my balls, this way I'll still have one left for you to kick. Just don't tell anyone about this." Melissa and Cara moved swiftly so he didn't have time to change his mind. Roy removed his speedos and underwear and kneeled before the coffee table, placing his nutsack on the table before him. Cara held him from behind and Melissa climbed onto the table. She walked around on the table a bit and several times pretended like she was about to stomp on his unprotected balls. Roy cringed each time but then would hear his cousin's mirthful laughter and knew she was playing with him. She then placed her bare heel on Roy's left nut and bounced a bit. Roy moaned softly, in ecstasy or pain the girls didn't know or care. "I bet it'll hurt real bad when I crush your egg, Roy. I bet your Mom would be so proud of me for popping your nut, just like she says to do to guys. Your ball feels so funny under my heel. Sort of like a bug." "I don't like bugs, Melissa," said Cara. "I step on bugs!" "I think that's what I'll do. Step on it and crush it flat!" But she didn't. She just stood there with her heel on his ball. "I'm only teasing Roy, I'm not going to pop your ball." Roy, who's eyes were closed through the whole thing now opened them and looked up at his cousin as she towered above him on the table. That was what she was waiting for, to catch his eyes. She stepped down with her full weight onto his left nut, and Roy screamed and howled as his cousin's foot crushed the cartilage and blood vessels in his ball. Roy passed out. When Roy awoke he was on the sofa. His speedos were back on and Melissa and Cara were watching television again. Roy moaned and caught the attention of the two young ladies. They rushed over excitedly. "Roy that was so much fun!!!" yelled Melissa. "It was so cool. It felt great when your nut exploded under my foot!" "Yeah," agreed Cara, "she got all wet when your ball went 'squish'." Roy groaned again and was still in considerable pain. The rest of the week was spent in agony and ecstasy as Roy was subjected to numerous ball-kicking and kneeing experiments by the two girls. Then the day came when his mother and aunt returned from their vacation. His mother and aunt both sat at the kitchen table, barefoot. Melissa had invited Cara over and were both sitting with Roy on the sofa. Roy could see his mother and aunt's feet and it was driving him crazy. How bad he wanted to reveal to his mother his desire to be kicked in the balls by her. Even though she knew, it wasn't the same as being open about it. He wondered how their relationship would change. Melissa and Cara were trying to convince him to reveal himself to his and her mother. "Go on Roy, just tell them. You'll be happy you did. They already know anyway so why hide it from them? Who knows what ball-busting fun we could all have together!" Roy swallowed what little pride he had left and went to the kitchen. His aunt and mother didn't even pay any attention to him as he kneeled at his mother's side. He stared longingly at his mother's feet, wanting to suck her toes and lick the soles. His gaze traveled up her sexy legs to her beautiful face and before he knew it the words came out just as they did that day when he sniffed her feet. "Kick me in the balls, Mommy." Suddenly the conversation stopped and both his mother and aunt stared down at him. His mother smiled kindly and his aunt laughed. "It's about time you came clean about your little fetish, Roy," said his mom, "and of course I'll kick you in the balls. Let's see, how should we do this." She tapped her fingernails on the tabletop and wiggled her foot seductively. "I know, would you like me to ballet dance with you?" She winked at him. "Yes, Mommy, I'd love to be your dance partner." "Well, okay Roy, but I'm not very good and you remember what happened last time I danced, don't you?" She gave another wink and smile. "We'll be careful, Mommy." "I don't know Roy, you might get hurt if I misjudge the distance when I kick my foot out for you to catch." She lifted her foot and placed her sole in his face. "Maybe we shouldn't dance together Roy, this foot might do some damage." "No Mommy, please! Dance with me! I'll take my chances but I want to dance with you!" Roy pleaded. "Okay Roy, since you asked me so nicely. I know, let's do the Nutcracker Suite." Roy stood in front of his mother while his Aunt Therese, Melissa, and Cara stood to the side. Roy's mother did some stretching exercises, emphasizing the muscles in her legs and pointing her dainty feet at her son's crotch. "I'm ready to start Roy. You know your part, don't you? All you have to do is catch my foot when I thrust it out to you." "Yes Mommy." Roy's mother began her dance. She twisted and spun and pirouetted around her son, kicking her legs up high and humming to herself. Then she slowed a bit and stared her son in the eyes. And then it happened. Lightening quick her leg shot out and her pointed bare foot smashed into her son's one testicle. He fell like a ton of bricks. Suddenly he was surrounded by all the women and he could hear his mother speaking to him. "I told you I wasn't very good Roy. If you hadn't gotten your balls in the way we could have kept dancing." "I'm sorry, Mommy." "That's okay Roy. Let's dance again and see if we can get it right." Roy couldn't believe his mother wanted to kick him again, but he struggled to his feet anyway. This time his mother danced much closer to him and her dancing was more furious. She had her arms around her son's neck and whispered to him, "I learned this little move back in my cheerleading days in college." And then she shot her knee up twice into his ball and Roy slumped to the floor at his mother's feet. Roy's Aunt Therese had been standing by quietly but finally spoke up. "I'm too afraid I'd hurt him if I kicked him in the balls like that. I never did have much nerve for that sort of thing." Roy's mother had a sudden idea. She had her sister lie on her back on the kitchen table and tied some yarn around Therese's ankle. Then she had Roy stand at his aunt's feet and pulled down his pants, tying the other end of the yarn around her son's ballbag. "Melissa, you and Cara hold Roy up so he doesn't fall. Now Therese, I know how ticklish you are. I'm going to tickle your foot here, which means you'll be jerking around and the string tied around your foot and Roy's balls (Roy's mother hadn't noticed he only had one ball left) will ensure you make some good contact!" Then Roy's mother began to tickle her sister's unbound foot. And exactly as planned, Therese's other foot jerked up, pulling Roy's ball with it, and then kicked out, ramming Roy in the nut. This went on for several minutes and Roy was in sweet agony. He had no idea his mother was such an expert at busting balls. Then it was over and Melissa cut her mother's foot free. Roy managed to pull his pants up, although it was difficult with all the pain he was in. Then his aunt, who was still sitting on the edge of the table in front of Roy said, "Oh, what the heck!" And kicked her nephew in his ball, dropping him to the floor. Melissa was whispering to her mother and Roy's aunt began to laugh. "It seems, sis, that my lovely daughter and her friend popped one of your son's nuts while we were gone." "He said it was okay," said Melissa. "That's alright Melissa," said Roy's mother, "I encouraged you to pop balls so I can't complain now I guess." She looked down at her son's body as he lay in the fetal position. She nudged his groin with her big toe and laughed. "Only one ball left, dear? I hope you had fun. Tell me, Roy...Tell me something. Would you like Mommy to pop your other ball?" Roy struggled with the desire to retain his manhood and that of fulfilling his deepest and darkest fantasy, that of becoming a eunuch at the hands of his mother. "Yes, Mommy, please more than anything I want you to pop my one remaining nut." There, it was done and now the ball was in his mother's court, so to speak. Roy's mother smiled again and rubbed her toes against her son's lips. When she pulled her foot away Roy eagerly licked his lips to pick up any taste his mother's foot may have deposited there. "How would you like me to do it? Should I use my teeth? I could chew on your nut until it's paste and then sever the cord with my sharp front teeth." Roy moaned as his hard-on fought to break out of his Speedos. "How about my hands? I could squeeze your ball until it bursts or pop it with my fingernail! How about my feet? I could step on your ball or kick you repeatedly till it gives. I could wear shoes or go barefoot. Well Roy? What will it be?” Roy swallowed hard as he pondered the fate of his right nut. Who would have thought that just days after his cousin, Melissa, and her friend, Cara, had burst his left nut that he would now be lying here on the floor trying to decide how his own mother would crush his last ball. The options were all exciting: chewed flat, squeezed till burst, kicked till ruptured. His mother stood above him smiling, her bare foot planted firmly, and a bit painfully, in his groin. "Well, Roy, tell Mommy how I should bust that little ball of yours." said his mother. Roy looked from his mother's beautiful face to the other three women standing around him. First there was his cousin's friend, Cara. Then his 16-year-old cousin, Melissa. And finally his Aunt Therese. All of them had a smile, which made him want to shiver. They were really looking forward to seeing his mother crush his ball and make him a eunuch for life. "Use your feet, please." His mother smiled again. She raised her foot high above Roy's crotch and looked her son in the eyes. Then Roy saw his mother get an idea as her head twisted a bit to the side and a sadistic grin crossed her features. "You know Roy, I'd be giving you a wonderful gift by popping your jewel, but gifts are supposed to be given at Christmas time. So I'm going to leave you with that last nut till then. But trust me when I say that the next few months won't be easy for you. I'm going to take you to new heights of ball-busting pleasure... and pain. Now give Mommy a kiss and thank me." Roy pulled his mother's foot from his groin up to his lips and placed a single kiss on her soft sole. He could hear all the women giggle. And what would be proper thanks? He could think of only one thing. "Mommy, I would like to thank you by asking you and your beautiful sister, and my cousin and her friend to kick me in the balls again." "You're so sweet, son. You heard him, girls!" Roy was roughly pulled to his feet. First Cara approached him, put her hands on his shoulders and looked to Roy's mother for her approval. She nodded her assent. Cara then thrust her knee hard into Roy's ball. Roy coughed and tried to bend over but his aunt and mother held him upright. Next his cousin stepped in front of him. He hadn't noticed, but she had slipped on her open-toed mules. She drew her leg back, and swung her foot upwards giving him a horrible nut-crunch. Her toes caught him squarely in the ball, almost popping it right there. Melissa and Cara took over as Roy's aunt and mother took their positions. They both stood next to each other and each one took turns raising their foot like dancers into Roy's last nut. One CRUNCH Two CRUNCH Three CRUNCH Four CRUNCH Finally Roy started to slide into unconsciousness but heard mutterings as he did so as to him having plenty of company, something about his cousin (Melissa's brother) and uncle (his mother and aunt's brother) being introduced to their new 'sport'. Roy never knew how much his mother loved ball busting. They had sat down together shortly after arriving home from his aunt's house and discussed his fetish and what he wanted. His mother told him to explore all his fantasies while he could because she would indeed take his nut come Christmas morning, and she wanted him to enjoy as much as he could his last few months of manhood. So they talked about games they might play and the roles his mother could adopt: the accidental hit to the groin, the stern disciplinarian ball-buster and many other games. Halfway through the conversation she placed her bare feet in her son's lap for him to massage, knowing he would enjoy it. She made sure her heels dug into where his nut must surely be. Roy decided to ask his mother about the conversation he heard concerning his cousin, Joe, and his uncle, James. "Well, dear, your cousin and uncle are going to be very soon now introduced to ball busting. Unlike you I don't think they'll enjoy it. I think Joe (who was 17) is probably getting his balls kicked right now by Aunt Therese and Melissa, since he got home from work an hour ago. As far as your uncle James goes, Therese and I have to talk to our sister-in-law, Alice, and see whether or not she'd be interested in hurting her husband's balls and if her daughter, your cousin Sarah, would like to crush her Daddy's nuts. We don't think it'll be a problem getting them to help us." She pulled her feet roughly from Roy's lap and continued talking. "From now on, Roy, you'll wear only speedos in the house unless I say otherwise. This way I can see your ball through your pants. Alright, you can go now." Roy stood up from his chair and prepared to go off to his room to jerk off, thinking about what his mother was going to do to him, when his mother swung her foot up into his ball making him drop to the ground. "I know where you were going and what you were going to do, Roy. You were going to masturbate and I won't have that in my house, understand?" "Yes, Mom," squeaked out Roy as he clutched himself. Joe came home from work that day and was surprised to find his cousin Roy and Aunt Patricia already gone. His sister, Melissa, kept smiling at him but when he pressed her as to why she was laughing she would just say it was nothing and look away. Even his mother seemed amused by something. Everything went pretty normal throughout the evening till dinner rolled around. Joe and Melissa sat across from each other at the very tiny dinner table while their mother sat at the head. "So, Mom, what did you all do today while Roy and Aunt Pat were here?" asked Joe. "We had a ball, I mean a REAL ball," smiled his mother. Melissa giggled as well. What was Joe missing here? He had an uneasy feeling. He jumped suddenly in his chair when he felt his sister's bare foot push VERY uncomfortably into his groin. He couldn't believe his sister had the guts...the BALLS, to stick her foot there. Yet what could he say? Hey Mom, Melissa just kicked me in the family jewels? He'd be too embarrassed. His sister didn't even look at him as she ate her food and twisted her foot between his legs. He reached down under the table and tried to pry her foot away with his hands, which caused Melissa to apply more pressure. He moved his hands away quickly and she eased the pressure. Still she wouldn't make eye contact but finally remover her foot. Joe made a mental note to get even with her later. He placed some mashed potatoes in his mouth, yet before he could chew Melissa thrust her foot as hard as she could into his balls, causing Joe to spit the mashed potatoes out all over the table. "Eeeewww!!! That's gross!" yelled Melissa. Therese stood up and grabbed Joe by the ear, pulling him to his feet. "What was that little stunt all about, mister!!! Let's see if you're in the mood for games after this!" Therese twisted her son around, gripped his shoulders, and kneed him in the nuts. He slid to his knees with his mouth open, giving his mother the opportunity to take a step back and kick him full force in the balls. Joe of course fell over and began crying and holding himself. Melissa had run around to watch and she and Therese both laughed at Joe in his agony. "Well, big brother, I bet you'll never play with your food again!" "Get used to it Joe, as life for you is going to be changing around here!" stated his mother. Melissa sank to her knees and slapped Joe's hands away from his manhood. She unzipped his pants and stuck her cruel little hand inside, snaking her hand into his underwear and wrapping her sadistic fingers around his ballbag. "Make a wish, bro!" With that she pulled as hard as she could, and yanked his nuts into full view with just one twist. "AAAAIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!" Joe's eyes bulged from the sockets as his sister's petite hand mangled his balls. Therese also kneeled down next to her son and plucked a ball from her daughter's hand. Now they each possessed a nut and decided to both squeeze. His mother said, "Let's see who can squash harder. Joe, you let us know who is hurting you the worst, okay?" Joe of course couldn't answer, except to scream as his mother and sister each squeezed for all they were worth. The only rest Joe got was when one of them would ease up on his nut to get a better grip, and then the pain would be worse than before. "Joe, if you don't say I'm hurting you more, I'll suck your nuts into my mouth and bite them right off!" threatened his sister through gritted teeth. "Hey, no fair!!!" shouted his mother, "If that's how we're going to play... Joe, if you don't say Mom is the better ball-buster, I'll put my stilleto high heels on and step on your balls till I spear and pop each one with the pointy heels!" Joe had his mouth open in a silent scream, as no sound escaped his mouth, yet his eyes told the entire story of pain never before imagined, pain that no woman could understand. That was probably why his mother and sister, his tortured mind reasoned, applied the amount of pressure that they were. If only they knew, he was certain they would stop. "M... m... m... mom!" he finally managed to shout. "Ha!!! I win!" laughed Therese as she slapped her nut and let go. "FUCK!!!" yelled Melissa. To get her revenge, she pulled her brother's testicles to the bottom of his scrotum and made sure his package was tight. She then pulled her free hand back, let it fly forward, and smacked her brother's plums with her open palm as hard as she could. "Prick!" Melissa and Therese both stood up and looked down at the stricken teenager. Joe coughed and sputtered on the floor, and fought the desire to pass out or throw up. He needed to let them know how much pain he was in so they'd stop. "Mom, please, don't do that anymore. You have no idea how much that hurts! It hurts sooooo bad, like I'm being killed only worse." There, now they'd leave him alone. Instead they only laughed. "Don't be such a baby," snickered his sister. "You just don't understand, honey," explained his mother. "We don't CARE about your stupid little balls." Therese and Melissa laughed at his horror-stricken face. "Your balls... are now OUR balls, to do with as we please. You will present your balls to us whenever we tell you to, and we WILL rack them, knee them, kick them or whatever else we want." Joe looked over to his sister and saw her lick her lips as she stared at his balls. She made eye contact with him and smiled, then made fierce biting motions with her teeth. Joe was really frightened now. "Hey Joe," said Melissa. "What do you think it would feel like if I popped a nut? Popped it like a grape?" She stuck her bare foot down hard on his bare balls for painful emphasis. "I bet it would hurt like a motherfucker, don't you think? I'm asking you a question asshole!!!!!" She yelled at him and pushed her foot down so most of her weight was transferred onto his balls. "Yes, it would hurt if you popped a nut!" he squealed out very quickly and with a high pitched lilt to his voice. "Please don't burst my balls. Please please please please please don't crush my testicles. I'll do ANYTHING if you don't pop my nuts! I won't be able to have kids if you do that!" pleaded Joe. "I don't WANT you to have kids! Can you imagine how humiliating it would be for you to have your pretty sister pop one of your little balls and not even care she had half castrated you?" Joe knew not to hesitate with his answer. "Yes, it would be SOOO humiliating to have you ruin one of my balls. I'd only be half a man and all because you applied just a tiny bit of pressure to one of my jewels." "POP! Is that what it would sound like Joe? Or would it be a squish?" "I don't know, probably a 'pop', but please don't do it!" He looked to his mother, who was sitting in a kitchen chair and watching the scene with obvious pleasure. "Well Joe," started his mother, "if you think your sister busting a ball is humiliating, think how embarrassing and degrading it would be for your MOTHER to rupture a testicle! You know, Melissa, I think it would definitely be a 'pop'. Now come over here Joe and lick my stinky feet." Melissa released her brother from under her delicate foot and let him drag himself to their mother's outstretched foot. He gingerly took the foot in his hands and started to lick and tongue every toe, as well as every nook and cranny of her strong smelling foot. He wanted to gag from the taste but knew better and kept licking. Finally his mother gave him permission to stop and service his sister's feet. This he also did and hated the embarrassment as his sister giggled at his uncomfortable predicament. Roy's life changed drastically over the next couple weeks. Every evening before going to bed, his mother would knee his ball. He now slept at the foot of his mother's bed, with one of her feet in his mouth, and every morning started with a front snap kick to his ball. This was so he couldn't masturbate while she was in the shower. Roy received frequent visits from his Aunt Therese and Melissa, who were only too happy to kick his ball and relate stories about how his cousin Joe was handling his new found suffering. Apparently Joe fought them every step of the way but was slowly coming round to their way of thinking. "What about Uncle James?" asked Roy. "Well, we talked to your Aunt Alice and she says Uncle James is pretty much submissive anyway, and she and Sarah shouldn't have ANY problem introducing him to ball-busting," said his mother. "But enough of them Roy, let's me and you have our ice cream." He watched his mother dish out the ice cream and pour some crushed walnuts into her bowl. "Would you like crushed nuts, Roy?" asked his mother as she turned to face him. "Yes, Mom!" His mother's foot snapped up into his groin with a thud, lifting Roy onto his toes and causing him to squeal loudly. He fell to the floor and looked up adoringly into his mother's smiling face. "And what would you like on your ice cream?" James walked into his home and found his wife, Alice, on the sofa watching television and his daughter, Sarah, on the floor near his wife's feet. Alice patted on the sofa next to her and motioned for her husband to sit down. He did. He looked his wife up and down as he took his seat and noticed she was in a tight one-piece black dress with black stockings and black 4" high heels. He started getting a boner. His daughter was dressed in a pair of daisy duke shorts, barefoot, and tight t-shirt. His daughter was 15. "James, honey, we've got a problem." said Alice. "What kind of problem, sweetie?" He kissed his wife on the cheek. "Sarah got into a fight today... with a boy." James noticed his daughter wasn't willing to make eye contact with him. "I see. What happened?" "Well, it's enough to say that she would have been hurt real bad if it hadn't been for the boy's mom. She saw what was about to happen and came outside." Alice started to smile and Sarah finally did look up at her father, smiling as well. "Well, she gave her son a swift kick in the balls and Sarah got away. Now if that mother hadn't been there, Sarah would have gotten SERIOUSLY injured. James, we have to do something." James's face grew a deep shade of red at the mention of the ball-kicking incident and now it was his turn to break eye contact with his grinning daughter. "His own mother did that?" he said quietly. "Pay attention James!" "Yes dear," he replied meekly. "You're not really listening! Sarah could have been HURT!" She emphasized this with a slap to his cheek. "Ouch! I mean, yes dear." He briefly glanced at his daughter and she was still grinning at him. "Of course she kicked her son in the balls! If it were my son, I would have kicked his little nuts too! But anyway, let's get back to our problem. Sarah needs to learn to protect herself. So what I've decided we're going to do is give her the skills, and confidence, to be able to defend herself in a man's world." She said 'man's world' with more than a twinge of sarcasm in her voice. "I think it will be good for Sarah, for me, and maybe you'll learn something yourself, dear." "And how are we going to do this, dear?" James asked nervously. "Well, what that mother did to her son has got me thinking... teach Sarah to go for the balls. But we need for her to see how this affects a real live target. So Sarah and I will practice on YOUR balls. Isn't that great?" James was stunned. What could he say? "But dear, that will hurt..." "Are you saying you'd rather your daughter be raped?!?!!" Again another slap. "No dear, of course not..." "Well then, we're decided. No time like the present to get started, right honey?" "Well, I..." "Great! Let's go! Sarah, go put your new heels on." "Heels?" James asked, perplexed. "Sarah and I went to buy her first pair of heels today. They're a great pair of red 3" heels. She'll really get to see the affect on a set of balls with those!" Sarah came out dressed the same carrying her heels with her. She plopped down on the sofa next to her daddy and stuck her bare feet in his lap. "Daddy, will you put my heels on for me?" Sarah pouted seductively and wiggled her size 6 feet. They were so much smaller than his wife's size 10's. He couldn't help but get an erection at his daughter's playfulness and wiggling toes. He carefully slipped on her new red heels and breathed in the smell of the new leather and her unwashed feet. His wife and daughter then dragged him up out of the sofa. "I don't know about this, Alice. Maybe she should take a course or something." Alice approached her husband and kneed him in the balls. Not hard enough to knock him down, but hard enough to bend him slightly and shut him up. Sarah laughed. "Now don't argue, dear. You'll only make it worse for yourself." James nodded weakly. "Now I don't want Sarah to trip in her heels, since she doesn't have much experience walking in them, so get down on your knees and spread wide." James sunk to his knees and watched his daughter strut around, practicing in her new heels. She wobbled quite a bit, but she now had a certain wiggle to her ass that wasn't there before. Her calves also seemed more defined now. Alice took up a position behind her husband and gripped him tightly, locking her arms underneath his and pulling them up out of the way. Sarah slowly moved to stand directly in front of him, the unstretched leather in her new shoes creaking a bit. "Can I kick you real hard, Daddy?" asked Sarah with a smile. A tug on his arms from his wife made sure he answered correctly. "Yes." Sarah tapped the toe of her right shoe on the ground loudly. TAP... TAP... TAP... TAP... She was letting Daddy know just how hard the tips of her shoes were. "Are you sure Daddy?" "Yes, kick me as hard as you want. After all, you're Daddy's little girl." "That boy made me real mad today, Daddy. I wanted to hurt him real bad. I'm gonna hurt you instead so next time I'll know what to do to those nasty boys!" Sarah lifted her right foot softly into her father's crotch, rubbing the toe around looking for a reaction on her father's face. She got irritated when she didn't see one, so dug her sharp toe in more forcefully. A little bit of drool escaping her father's mouth and his eyes bulging slightly clued her in that she found her targets. She smiled. "There they are!" She drew her leg back and held it poised for a kick as she balanced unsteadily on her left foot. "Just think Daddy, I'm going to hurt the part of you that helped give me life... your BALLS!!!" She then kicked her father as hard as she could between the legs with the pointy toe of her high heel shoe. James groaned like a wounded animal and started to pull himself forward in an attempt to curl into the fetal position. His wife held him upright, however. Through a haze of pain he could see his daughter dangling her right foot clad in it's shiny red heel in front of his face. "Kiss the toe, Daddy." James did just that. He kissed the toe that had smacked his balls over and over again, his daughter's toe. Then the shoe was pulled away from his face and found his way back to his nuts, with nut-crushing force! Again and again Sarah kicked her father in the goolies. The room was filled with girlish and womanly laughter, and manly, almost inhuman screams. Usually she kicked him with the top of her foot, but occasionally caught him in the balls with her toe, which was really painful, and once with the pointy heel itself. When the sharp heel hit, his screaming stopped for a few moments as the pain registering in his brain was off the scale. Sarah reached down and roughly seized his nuts, checking for damage. "Do you think I popped one, Mom?" "I didn't hear any pops Sarah. But he was screaming AWFUL loud. Let me check." As Alice released her husband, he fell on the ground and went to clutch his manhood. His wife had other ideas though and tugged her husbands away. "Sarah, dear, stand on Daddy's hands so he keeps them away from his balls." "Okay, Mom." Alice placed her husband's hands on the ground beside him and Sarah placed her shoes on Daddy. One hand rested under the sole of her right shoe, the other was being painfully crushed under the dagger-like heel of her left. Alice took her own black heel and stepped down with her hard sole onto her husband's nuts, not being able to resist a quick crush of his eggs. After listening to James's quiet pleas for mercy, she finally lifted her foot and bent down to check if he was still intact. She unzipped his pants and snaked her hand inside, feeling around inside his underwear, at last finding his nuts. "They're still there Sarah. You didn't pop Daddy's nuts." "DAMN! I wanted to pop one!" "I know you did, honey, and you will, trust me." Alice had removed her hand and had placed her knee on James's balls now, twisting and grinding it. "James, dear, we've given Sarah the skills, now we're going to give her the confidence... by letting her CRUSH one of your balls. Isn't that nice?" "Yes, my love." Alice pulled off her husband’s pants and underwear, giving Sarah her first view of a naked man. Mother and daughter poked and prodded as Alice explained and Sarah listened concerning maleness: penis and testicles. They left James on his back and placed a few encyclopedias under his ballbag, elevating his testicles to a position where bursting one would be made possible. Alice sat on James's chest and placed her black heels on her husband's hands as Sarah had recently done. Sarah insisted that she keep her shoes on, as she wanted to burst her father's nut with the sharp heel. She said the shoes made her feel more like a woman. "Isn't it funny, Daddy, that I'm going to pop one of your balls?" "Very funny, Sarah," whimpered James. "It's so special of you to allow me, your own daughter, to explode one of your seeds. The seeds that gave me life. It's like I'm saying thank you for my life, Daddy." "You’re welcome, my little girl." She placed one red pointy stiletto heel on her father's right ball and held it there, applying only slight pressure. "I feel like I'm entering womanhood: my first pair of stiletto red patent leather high heel shoes, and my first ball bursting." She started to apply more and more pressure. Alice could see the slippery ball would slide out from under her daughter's shoe, so she held the nut in place by digging her sharp fingernails into the soft ball flesh. "Mom's gonna hold that squishy little nut in place for you honey. So whenever you're ready." "Thanks a million, Mom! You're the best!" More pressure was applied... "Too bad every girl can't experience her first ball bursting thanks to her father, don't you think Mom? Daddy sure is making a lot of funny noises!" "HA! Maybe one day, Sarah, if we have anything to do about it." More pressure... "Maybe moms could pop one of their son's balls, and then when he gets married and has children, his daughter could pop the other one. I mean, what does he need them for after that anyway, you know?" "My daughter, the philosopher!" laughed Alice. More pressure... James was delirious with pain and mumbling gibberish into his wife's firm ass. "Better hurry and pop it, Sarah, before Daddy passes out." "Okay, Mom!" Sarah transferred her full weight onto her father's doomed testicle. "Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop!!!!!" she yelled. Then as her mother watched, Sarah's heel burst her father's nut with an audible 'POP'. Since she was holding his ball, Alice also felt the squish as nutmeat was ground to nutpulp beneath her daughter's virgin foot. Both mother and daughter orgasmed with the 'pop'; Sarah experiencing her first orgasm ever. James had of course passed out. The two women were breathing heavy still. "Can I pop the other one Mom? Please? This time I'll use my bare foot!" "As much as I'd like to let you, Sarah, we'll let Daddy keep his other nut for now so we can torture it some more." Sarah pouted. "Don't tell him, but come Christmas morning, we're all going over to Aunt Pat's house for a ball-busting festival, and he's going to lose his other nut there." "That sounds awesome Mom!!! Do you think I could crush cousin Roy's balls?" "Cousin Roy already got a ball crushed by your cousin Melissa." "She's SO lucky!" "And I think Aunt Pat wants to crush her son's last ball." "Well that's only fair." "Don't worry, you'll get to kick plenty of balls that morning since cousin Joe will also be there with Melissa and Aunt Therese." "It's going to be the best Christmas ever!!!" yelled Sarah ecstatically. Roy awoke Christmas morning in his usual position at his mother's feet and started suckling her big toe. He was so excited, knowing that today his mother would pop his last nut. It was just last night that she kept singing 'Chestnuts Roasting Over an Open Fire' while prodding his balls with her high heel shoes. The past week had been especially brutal for Roy as his mother delighted in bringing him to his knees every chance she got, knowing it would all soon come to an end. Finally his mother stirred in her sleep and looked groggily down at her son. She smiled, knowing how much he was enjoying the salty taste of her toes. She kicked him hard in the face with her free foot to let him know she was awake. (Her abuse had steadily increased to more than just his balls!) He winced in pain and brought his hands up to his stinging nose. It wouldn't be the first time his mother had given him a bloody nose in the recent weeks, but he seemed to be okay this time. "Well, Roy, are you ready to get your ball busted today?" asked his mother. "Yeah, Mom, more than you could know. I can't wait for you to pop it with your foot!" gushed Roy. "And I'm looking forward to squashing it like you wouldn't believe. As you well know, I've kicked balls in my day, but have never actually burst a guy's nuts. You'll be my first, son. My first nad crunching!!!" Roy started to get an erection at his mother's sexy teasing. He knew she was using phrases like 'bursting nuts' and 'nad crunching' intentionally to turn him on, and herself as well Roy thought. "Yep, Roy's gonna give up that family jewels today... well, jewel anyway, since Melissa popped one of your nuts all those months ago. I should almost be mad at her, since I could have had TWO great orgasms today! But I suppose it's good for a girl to practice ball busting with cousins and brothers so they know how to protect themselves from men. Goodness knows Roy, that I won't have to worry about being attacked from a guy. I'll just give him a swift knee to the groin and stomp my spike heel down onto his nutsack! No more babies for mister rapist!" Finally they both got up off the bed and made their way to the living room for the Christmas morning festivities to begin. There sitting beneath the Christmas tree, blindfolded, were his cousin Joe and Uncle James. Both guys had their hands tied securely behind their backs, and had red and green ribbons fastened tightly around their cock and balls. Roy now noticed too, his Aunt Therese and cousin Melissa standing to one side of the room, and Aunt Alice and cousin Sarah at the other end. Roy's mother knelt in from of him and tied up his one remaining ball with ribbon, as it was his gift to her. She then said, "Merry Christmas, son," and punched him square in the nut. Roy doubled over and clutched his manhood as his mother talked with and hugged her female relatives. The women wanted to waste no time in getting down to the ball crushing. Therese went over to her son, Joe, and Alice to her husband, James. Both men were pulled up till they were on their knees with their legs spread wide. Melissa got the first kick in that morning as she ran up to her brother and kicked him full force in the nuts. He retched and yelled terribly. Sarah then followed suit and kicked her father in the nads, followed by kicking her cousin Joe, and then kicking her cousin Roy, who by this time had been pulled to his knees by his mother. Melissa and Sarah ran around the room like they were on some sort of drug, kicking nuts here, smashing balls there. All the men had thrown up at least once by the time the two young women were finally tired enough to take a rest. The men were allowed to take a short rest and cry their eyes out. It was time to decide who was to lose a ball. Since Joe was the only one with both his balls intact, he was chosen as the first to lose. His mother and sister approached Joe and got on the floor with him. The other women all grabbed him to keep him from thrashing about from what was about to come. Therese and Melissa sat down on either side of Joe and placed their bare feet over his crotch. His mother then roughly grabbed his right nut and placed in between the bare heels of herself and her daughter. His nut was hopelessly trapped in the mother/sister foot sandwich. "Ready Melissa?" asked Therese. "You bet, Mom! Crush the little nugget!!!" Mother and daughter gritted their teeth trying to pop the ball between their smooth soft heels. Joe was letting out a high-pitched wail and drooling from the corner of his open mouth. Roy watched from his spot on the floor, immensely turned on by the site of a two-woman nut crunch. Pat stuffed a pair of her socks into Joe's mouth to stop the yelling so they could hear the squish. And then they heard it, a soft 'pop' as Joe's nut was turned from a solid mass into a puddle of jelly. Alice decided it was her turn to explode a nut and so asked everyone to hold her husband in place. Her daughter Sarah made sure to get a spot right between her father’s legs to watch the destruction of his ball (her having destroyed the other one). Alice went over to the mantelpiece and reached for something that her husband couldn’t see. The women however, knew what was coming and giggled with delight. When Alice turned around she had a nutcracker doll in her hands. She kept working the lever in the back to make the teeth gnash together repeatedly. “I’ve always wanted to do this!” said Alice as she knelt between her husband’s legs. Sarah reached in and took hold of her daddy’s ball, squeezing and kneading it roughly to make him whimper. Finally she put his jewel into the nutcracker’s mouth. “This is SO much fun Daddy!” squealed Sarah, “I can’t wait for Mommy to pull the handle!” Everyone was in position for the event, and Roy’s mom Pat grabbed her son’s nut and squeezed as she masturbated herself. Then Alice did pull the lever as hard as she could, making her husband thrash about as the nutcracker tried to crack the male nutmeat. She alternated between hard and soft pulls on the lever to drag out her husband’s agony as much as possible. “Okay I’m going to do it!” yelled Alice. All the women hushed as Alice really laid into the handle, and then James’ nut cracked between the wooden jaws with a sort of nut-cracking sound. Again the women orgasmed. “And I thought men didn’t know how to give multiple orgasms!” yelled Pat. All the ladies laughed. James was ignored as the fun he could provide was over, and he was passed out anyway. Joe had come around though and now the women converged on him. It had been decided that Melissa, his sister, would be allowed to take his nut from him. “Hmmm…that nutcracker thing has given me an idea! What if I were a real live nutcracker!!!” Melissa gnashed her teeth together. Joe’s eyes nearly popped right out of his head at this. All the assembled ladies approved of course, smiling from ear to ear. “Poor Joe,” mocked Melissa, “I told you I would bite your nuts!” Melissa sucked her brother’s remaining ball into her mouth with a loud slurp. She nibbled on the cord attaching his ball to his body and sucked hard on his testicle, compressing it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Finally Melissa tired of her brother’s whimpering and trapped the nut between her molars. She smiled, as much as she could with her brother’s ball in her mouth, letting Joe know how much she was about to enjoy this. Then she chewed on his berry, grinding it to pulp rather than outright popping it. In many ways this was more painful and sadistic as it wasn’t as quick as an outright bursting. But eventually the ball was no more and Joe was unconscious. Melissa provided one final bit of humiliation to her brother’s plight as she bit through both of his cords with her incisors, more for fun than anything else since she knew he couldn’t feel it being passed out. Roy watched all this in fascination and definite eagerness for he knew he was next. James and Joe both lay on the ground now, left to their own devices. Pat smiled at her son and waved her pretty foot in his face. “Ready, son? Mom’s almost ready to crush your nut!” Roy had an erection as he sniffed his mother’s salty sole. “Stand up Roy so we can all kick you in the ball one last time.” Roy did as his mother instructed and each woman took her turn kicking or kneeing him in his testicle. His cousin Melissa of course kicked him twice, eliciting cries of agony from Roy. Roy also took turns licking and sucking on the toes and soles of all the assembled female relations. His Aunt Therese’s feet tasted especially good and he spent extra time servicing her. But eventually it was his time and his mother asked him to place his gift… his nut, on the coffee table. Pat jumped up eagerly onto the table and danced around his ball, occasionally stepping on it as she waltzed to some tune she heard only in her head. “Okay Roy, Mom is ready to flatten that ball of yours! My pretty foot is going to smash that nut beyond repair and you won’t be able to have any babies! Who would ever think that your OWN MOTHER would make you sterile, let alone enjoy it!!! At least you’ll be able to sing some lovely soprano tunes for me after I fix you. Here goes!” Roy’s mom placed the ball of her foot onto his testicle and stood on one leg, twirling on her foot in a big finale. A moment later she felt and heard her son’s nut POP beneath her soft sole and all the women orgasmed for the last time that day. All the men were unconscious on the ground when all the girls realized that there were no more balls to pop, when suddenly they heard Roy’s dog, Charlie, barking in the yard. “Pat,” smiled Therese, “is Charlie fixed yet?” “Why no!” clapped Pat happily. “Here boy!!! Mommy’s got something for you!!!”Jessica walked into the room and everybody just stared. It was her astoundingly beautiful body that they just couldn’t get enough of. She had always been quite skinny weighing in at just under 115 pounds. Jessica would probably weigh even less if her amazing breasts weren’t so big. They were so huge that you can’t help but stare at them when they or actually she bounced into the room. Because she was so thin and had breasts so large her body looked quite disproportionate and gave the allusion that she was even slimmer than she actually was. Jessica liked the fact that her big chest grabbed the boy’s attention and she liked to wear tight shirts to show them off. Of course her breasts got the boys attention but everyone thought that she looked like a she was going to fall over because her tits were so big yet she was such a twig. Jess cried herself to sleep many nights because of what these boys said about her stick thin body. Why can’t I have proportions just like everybody else? she would think. Trevor would walk down the hall each day and check out beautiful Jessica each day as he was going to class. She had such a nice body but she was to skinny for his liking. Oh well he would think, he could always dream. Trevor was an FA and always preferred a little meat on his women. One day Trevor was late for class when he saw a girl crying in the hallway. As he came closer he recognized those mammoth boobs who could belong to no one but Jessica. He came up and as soon as she saw him she grabbed him and squeezed him tightly, pushing her huge tits right through his chest, an instant erection arose in Trevor’s pants. As he walked her to a place near the gym where they could talk they introduced themselves. “Hi, I’m Jessica, I’m sorry I’m crying so much, those boys are so mean.” “Nice to meet you, my name is Trevor, What happened, why are you so upset?” “I really don’t know, some time is think having a nice body is a curse. I’m so skinny and my boobs are so huge that it’s to the point that they get in the way. I’m so disproportionate that it’s disgusting. I eat but I can’t seem to gain any weight I don’t know what I’m doing wrong?” Trevor looked her up and down. From those huge tits to those skinny calves there has to be so fat potential in there some where he thought. “Let me see your stomach” he said. She looked at him and reluctantly lifted her shirt. Trevor looked for a second and then felt her tummy with his hand. He then pinched a small roll of fat from her thin waist. “Hey that tickles” she giggled. As she laughed her huge breasts jiggled in unison. “If you would like to fill this out a little I’m think I could help you” as he patted her tummy. “Yeah” she said with a curious smile on her face as she noticed the large hard on he had developed in his jeans, “I think that would be fun, call me tonight.” As Trevor left school that night he could only imagine the changes that Jessica’s body would under go over the next year. When Trevor came over to Jessica house that night, her parents had left for the evening and her sister was away on a trip. “O.K. first thing we have to do is some paperwork so we can keep track of our...oh I mean your progress.” Jessica nodded as she looked at the three bags that he had carried in and set on the table. “First get up on this scale and lets see how much you weigh.” The needle spin around and finally landed on 114. “That looks about right” she said with a proud smile. “Yeah we’ll have to work on that,” he said laughing. “Now for measurements.” As he rolled the tape around her she came very close to him. “Hips 33...waist 23...chest... whoa 44”. She looked into his eyes and whispered “can you fed me to make my body look nicer?” in a soft pouting voice. Trevor cock almost shot through his pants. “Oh I think that can be arranged.” Jessica went and did as Trevor said and put on the tightest shirt and jeans that she had on. She then sat down next to him at the kitchen table where he was preparing what seemed like a meal for an army. “We’ll start out slow, here eat these two Whoppers as while I ask you some questions.” Jessica wanted to do well for Trevor and she ferociously dug into the fatty hamburgers. “Do you like to eat?” he asked her. “It’s O.K. but I was always afraid of getting fat,” she replied with a mouth full of food. As she finished off the two burgers, Trevor handed her a whole cherry cheesecake and a fork that she threw to the ground. She picked up the cheesecake and ate the whole thing by hand. Three hours later Jessica and gone through, 4 1/4-pounders, 2 Whoppers, 4 Big Macs, one cheesecake and a Gallon of chocolate milk. Her slim waist was becoming soft and chubby right before Trevor’s eyes. While eating her stomach ballooned at least 6 inches and ripped her tight jeans. Her shirt that fit her massive tits like spandex ripped right off exposing her big jugs. Trevor lay on top of her rubbing her distended belly and sucking on her awesome tities. From time to time he would reach his finger between her legs and pleasure her. She fell asleep hours later too full and exhausted to move her growing body. Trevor went home and rested as well he had a long day of feeding tomorrow. Before Trevor went to Jessica’s house the next day he stocked up on as many fat-laden snacks as he could find. Buckets of chocolates, candy bars cakes, cookies and candies, anything to fatten up Jessica fast. As he walked up the driveway he could see that Jessica had slipped into her skimpy bikini and was lying out to get some sun. She had also decided to bring out a few bags of grease filled chips and was smothering them in chip dip. As he neared she said to him, “I decided to start without you today, look!” Trevor looked to her stomach where she was pointing. It was all staring to work. Where once was a flat rock hard stomach lay a soft roll of fat, pure fat. It hung right over her bikini bottoms. “I’ve been stuffing myself all morning, I don’t know if I can eat another bite.” Trevor then glanced to the ground next to her lawn chair, it was true, there were candy wrappers, empty bags of chips, whole pizza boxes, and hamburger wrappers lying all over. “No, you’ve got a great start, but you’ve really got to keep going.” Trevor helped her inside to the couch; she had trouble moving after stuffing her face all morning. As her helped her he noticed some rather large love handles forming on Jessica sides. From behind he noticed that her butt, that was once tight and small, was beginning to grow rapidly. It constantly jiggled when she moved, it was also fitting very tight in her bathing suit. At this point he thought she would be busting out of that thing in no time. As she sat on the couch Trevor began to cook up fattening courses of meals very quickly. He started feeding them to her one after another and she just kept piling the food in saying, “feed me more” every time. Hour after hour more food came out of the kitchen and into her bottomless pit. When Trevor came back into the room after he had run out of food he saw Jessica sitting there munching on a whole apple pie smothered in whip cream. She finished the pie and staggered to her feet. Trevor couldn’t believe what he saw. “How do I look?” she asked. As she stood there her new potbelly hung over her bathing suit. It looked as if it was going to rip right off of her. Her sides, which were once described as skinny, were now home to rolls of fat. Trevor walked over to her and poked her stomach. “Were looking a little chubby here I would say.” He walked around to the back and was absolutely shocked. He butt was now about three times the size that it used to be. There were stretch marks all over it. The poor green bikini bottom was straining to keep all of its mammoth girth in, but failing. Trevor then just blurted out what he thought, “Your ass has gotten huge” As she turned to look it swayed and giggled without control. “Yeah I guess you’re right, do you think this is a good idea, I mean how much weight have I put on? “I don’t know hop on the scale and let’s see.” As she walked her now beautiful growing body over to the scale Trevor got a hard on in his pants like you wouldn’t believe, he wanted he so badly right now, well maybe he could fatten her up some more. She stepped on the scale with a look of uncertainty, “167 pounds! Oh my god I’m so fat” she screamed. Trevor rushed to calm her down hoping not to lose his new BBW. But as she quickly turned to look at him the bathing suit that was doing its best to keep an ass 4 sizes to big within its small confine gave way. Right before Trevor’s eyes Jessica big belly was revealed completely not to mention her massive behind. She was obviously embarrassed but Trevor quickly rushed to her grabbing a box of Twinkies in one hand and her massive ass in the other. He started undressing himself while feeding her at the same time. He undid her bathing suit top and her gigantic tits fell out. While rubbing them and filling her moaning face at the same time he put himself inside of her. When he ran out of Twinkies he stared slapping her enormous ass and watching that fat giggle as they moved in unison. He also would feel the fat rolls that had formed on her tummy. She now had a full-fledged gut that hung nice, as did her growing tits. As they both came Trevor thought of how awesome this relationship would become, as she would grow fatter and fatter. Trevor came over the next day and found Jessica still in bed and still naked. Her body has defiantly filled out, he thought, as he looked her over. Her big belly was round and swayed when she walked, her butt had cellulite all over it and seemed to be growing so fast that you could see it happening. As she woke he said, “get some clothes on and I’ll take you out to breakfast”. She jumped out of bed boobs and butt jiggling all over the place and smiling because she knew she was driving him wild. As she sifted through her clothes a problem arose. She couldn’t get any of her jeans on her fat thighs, and if she did there was no way that her immense ass was going to let those jeans button. Finally she got a pair on but as soon as she tried to move, the button flew off and her soft fleshy fat rolls fell out. “I’m so fat I can’t even fit my fat ass into these jeans any more!” she yelled as she grabbed a generous handful of soft adipose from her broad middle. He handed her a pair of black spandex material pants that she used to work out in. “Try these, they might stretch.” She yanked and pulled them until finally her wide bottom was fully covered. As Trevor followed her out he realized that there was no way that those pants would make it through breakfast. Jessica sat down at in the restaurant where she used to work and amazed everyone by eating what seemed her own weight in eggs and pancakes smothered in syrup and butter. She then quickly devoured 20 sausage links also drenched in syrup. People watched in amazement for hours as Jessica packed the food away. Those spandex pants stretched and stretched. All of a sudden the immense amount of fat that Jess was consuming could find no other room in her pants. The bulging seams tore apart exposing her enormous thighs. Jessica kept right on feeding her face though. She couldn’t care less if people were staring at her big chubby legs, she had her food and that was all she needed, besides Trevor of course. This story all started when I was thirteen. At that age, I was a really skinny little girl and, to my horror and despair, I had no bust at all. All I had on my chest were a pair of protruding nipples. They were pale pink, and surrounded by slightly puffy pinkish-brown areolae, about two inches across. They were the only signs of womanhood about my physical appearance. My hips were slim and boyish, I had hardly any curves down there, either. It frustrated me to be the flattest-chested girl in my class, at thirteen. I spent ages examining my chest in the mirror, but no amount of visualising would make my breasts grow. I had nearly worn out the tape measure as I willed them to get bigger. But my measurements obstinately stayed the same, something like 24-21-26. I was five feet tall. What made it a thousand times worse was that my little sister was everything that I wasn't, and had everything that I wanted to have. She had curves; shapely hips and legs, plumply rounded buttocks - and a lovely big pair of tits! And, shit, my little sister Tanya was only ten! She had first started developing when she was still only eight! Everybody knows girls are developing earlier, these days but that's ridiculous. I saw her one morning, a few weeks before her ninth birthday, when she had just got out of bed, and her little night-dress was bulging with a pair of budding breasts. They stuck out far more than mine - not difficult, I know - and it made me feel inadequate. Soon, within just a few weeks, Tanya's breasts were a good handful each, and not my little hands, either. What is a girl supposed to do? I turned to religion. I tried praying for tits of my own, but nothing happened. In fact, I began to think God was answering the wrong girl's prayers, because Tanya's boobs got bigger and bigger. By the time she was nine and a half, she was wearing a C-cup bra. Not that she told me her bra size. I found that out for myself one Saturday night, when I first invented my new game. It happened like this. Our parents were about to go out to our next-door neighbours' house. They spent every Saturday evening there, although I have no idea what they got up to. Probably just drinking and watching smutty videos. As usual, they told me to phone if anything was wrong, and asked me to make sure that Tanya went to bed as soon as she'd had a shower. My sister had just come in, and complained loudly and bitterly that she wasn't *dirty*, she didn't *need* a shower and she didn't *want* to go to bed early, but Dad said she was to be in bed by nine pm *or else*. So Tanya shut up as my parents said goodnight and went out, leaving her to sit down and wolf her dinner. I'm sure everything she ate went straight to her tits. Fortunately, she went quietly upstairs afterwards, and before long I heard her singing in the bathroom. Little cow, what right did she have to be so happy? Just because she had a figure and I didn't. Then a strange urge suddenly came over me. I wanted - no, needed - to see Tanya; to see what she looked like naked. As soon as the sound of the water stopped, I went upstairs to see if I could sneak a look at her. How much had she grown since last week? In a moment, she came out of the bathroom with a towel thrown loosely across her shoulders, her full breasts bouncing heavily as she arranged her long dark hair with both hands. Her breasts certainly looked bigger than ever. Her tummy was slightly plump with puppy fat, her hips were much broader than mine, and there was a thick triangle of dark fur on her lower belly. That really got to me; my own pubic hair was thin and wispy. She smiled sweetly at me, glancing down briefly at my flat chest as she did so, then back into my eyes, almost mockingly. Mercifully, she said nothing, which would certainly have made me dissolve into tears; but disappeared into her bedroom, leaving me standing outside my own bedroom door. Tanya's bulky sweater was lying on the floor where she had dropped it, and I absently picked it up and put it in the laundry basket, on top of her other clothes. They were still warm. They smelled of girl. That was when I had My Idea. I moved the sweater aside and picked her bra out of the basket. I held it against my chest and felt my cheeks growing hot. There was a lump in my throat, and my pussy felt damp. I pressed my fingers against my crotch, harder, and it felt nice. It felt very nice. Like feeling sick, in a lovely kind of way. Quickly, I slipped into my bedroom and closed the door. Stripping off my shirt, I fumbled with the bra, pulling it round my body. I had never worn a bra in my life. The hooks were awkward, I had it upside down. Taking it off again, I tried to puzzle out which way up it went. There seemed to be half a dozen ways it could go, and five of those were certainly wrong. I began to blush as I thought about this ridiculous situation. My little nine-year-old sister knew how to put a bra on, and I didn't! The label said 30C. What that meant, I wasn't sure, although I thought maybe it was the size. At last, I got it on, the right way up, not inside out, and with the cups at the front. It fitted loosely round my body. Tanya was still several inches shorter than me, but her chest measurement was already bigger than mine, even without her tits! The bra cups were empty, mocking me. I searched around the bedroom for something to fill them. Socks! I rolled up a pair of my woolly ankle socks and tucked it into the left cup. Another pair went into the right. Shit, the cups were only half full! Taking both pairs of socks out, I rolled them up together in a ball, then found two more pairs. Now, both cups were nicely full. With trembling fingers, I pulled my shirt back on over my new breasts, and fastened the buttons. It was not easy. The shirt was burstingly full, the buttons straining and gaping under the pressure from inside. I turned to the mirror and had to gasp. The reflection showed me a lovely, big-busted girl, with long medium brown hair. I twirled in front of my image, bending and turning this way and that. I thrust my tits out, standing with one hand on my hip. I had to admit, I looked fantastic! I had been getting moist ever since I'd first had the idea of coming upstairs to look at my little sister, and by now, I was really *wet*. I paraded around the bedroom for half an hour, wearing only my shirt, Tanya's bra, and my knickers, which were becoming, impossibly, wetter and wetter. They were quite transparent, showing the faint shadow of my pubic hair. I had nowhere near as much hair as Tanya had, I thought, and felt another shudder run through my body. This feeling was happening every time I compared Tanya's advanced development to my own. Flinging myself down on the bed, I slid the tips of two, then three fingers into my slippery slit. Up and down the entrance to my juicy, oozing crack, toying with the lips, and then with my clit, bringing a sensation which made me almost jump out of my skin. Again, I tried the same thing, and again I felt almost an electric shock of the deepest pleasure, which built up and up until waves of sensation washed over me and I moaned out loud. It was a bit more than a moan; it ended in an animal yelp that echoed round the bedroom. It was the echo that brought me to my senses. Had Tanya heard me? I lay still for a minute, hardly daring to breathe. No, I realised at last, she would have her headphones clamped over her ears. Relieved, I played with myself for another hour, coming several more times, until I was exhausted. Absolutely knackered. I had to go to the bathroom, and coming back into my bedroom, the pussy smell was so overpowering, I had to open the window. That was my first Saturday night game. After that, it happened every Saturday night that my parents went out, which meant almost every week. The game took on a life of its own, getting better and better every time as the weeks went past. I would wait downstairs, with a hand down the front of my jeans, listening to Tanya undressing and going into the shower. Within a month or two, like one of Pavlov's dogs, I would be dripping wet before Tanya even went into the shower, then while she was in there I would stand outside the bathroom door listening to her singing, holding her bra in both hands. By the time my little sister went to bed, I would be practically frothing. I discovered I could have orgasms over and over again. Even just sniffing the scent of those bra cups for twenty seconds was enough to bring me off! Tanya's tits were still growing. I got a good look at them every Saturday night, and every Saturday night, it seemed, they were a little bit bigger than a week earlier. Her bras were getting stretched more out of shape. She had three bras, all labelled 30C. One was white, one pink, and my favourite, a black one. The black one was a different design, and had slightly bigger cups than the others. Each of its cups held one more sock than her other bras! Yet, soon, even that black bra was getting stretched, the elastic tired and the stitching around the cups more and more likely to split. My fantasies centred on the ever-increasing size of Tanya's breasts. Just how big would they eventually be? Big Little Sister Chapter 2:- Caught Wet-Handed! Then, one day, one of my fantasies came true. Her bra split while she was at school. Apparently, it just burst. Exploded! If only I could have been there to see it for myself. I had to rely on my imagination, and on Tanya's description of what happened. I came home at the usual time. Tanya's bus was always ten minutes later than mine, as she went to a different school. This time, though, when I got in, she was already in the kitchen, talking to Mum. She was showing her a bra, her pink one. It had split along the seam where the right cup attached to the body band, and she was crying, and obviously upset. I pretended not to have noticed, and slipping out of the door, I listened to their conversation. `I was only reaching up to the shelf for some books, and it just went', sobbed Tanya. Mum grasped her hand. `And they sent you home just for that?' `Yes! I ...I tried to hold it together, but when I grabbed at it, some of the buttons on my blouse came undone, and ... and ...all the girls were laughing and shouting ... and the teacher got mad ...' `Oh, darling!' Mum took Tanya in her arms and gave her a big, consoling hug. `It was too small for you, sweetheart. We'll have to get you another, the right size. My lovely little girl is becoming so grown-up, and so quickly!' She kissed her daughter on the nose. I chose that moment to come back into the kitchen, and asked Mum what was the matter. `Tanya had a little accident at school, so she came home early. She's all right now, aren't you, pet?' Tanya nodded. Mum wasn't sure how to deal with the problem of my little sister's breasts being so much bigger than mine. Bigger? Mine were non-existent! She had never mentioned it at all to me, and she was always quick to hush Tanya up whenever the girl was inclined to show off her superior development. But Tanya was in no mood for showing off at the moment. She was my little sister again, and took my hand when I held it out to her; then we went upstairs together, my sister holding the damaged bra in her other hand. She showed it to me when we reached her bedroom door. `It's broken!' she sobbed quietly. `My bra's broken!' I gave her what was meant to be a tentative little cuddle and she leaned against me. Her bra-less breasts felt full and heavy pressed against my stomach. It took all my determination not to take hold of them and squeeze them gently. It was a relief when she went into her room and I was able to close my bedroom door and slip an exploring and relieving hand into my wet panties. Tanya's tenth birthday was a week later, on the Thursday. She had a small party; just a few of her friends came to the house after school. It would have been nice to have looked in on them with the superiority of being three and a half years older, but as I watched them arrive, I could see that some of these ten-year-olds had busts; none as big as Tanya's, but certainly bigger than mine. So I left them to it. The Saturday after her birthday, Mum took Tanya into town in the morning. By the time they came home, I had gone out to visit a girlfriend, and it was early evening before I got back. Tanya was out with her posse of friends who usually hung around the corner of the village street. Mum and Dad were going out next door again, and they told me, as usual, to make sure my sister was in bed by nine-thirty. `She will be home in ten minutes', said Dad. `Okay', I called, as they went into the kitchen, ready to go out the back door. Then I heard Mum saying: `I got her a new bra today, and a new top and some shorts. She's wearing them all tonight. She's ever so pleased, especially with the bra.' Her voice dropped almost to a whisper. `I only bought her the one. It fitted perfectly, but she's growing so fast, she is going to need another one in no time. It's a 32-E cup!' I crept closer to the door and listened. Dad sounded shocked. He gave a sort of shaky laugh. `An E? That's bigger than yours!' `She's been bigger than me for months, dear. You mean you hadn't noticed?' `I don't look at little girls. I don't need to with you around.' He stood close behind Mum and as I peered round the door, he cupped her full breasts in both hands. She looked pleased, but said, `Hey, get off! I tell you about our busty little ten-year-old daughter and you get all horny. You'd better wait until tonight!' Then they went out, Dad adjusting the crotch of his trousers as they closed the door behind them. Yeeeugh, I thought. Disgusting! Parents are so embarrassing when they behave like children. Tanya came in a little later, and despite being prepared by what Mum had been saying, I actually wet my pants as soon as I saw her. She was wearing a pair of loose pink shorts and a pink T-shirt, beneath which her tits looked absolutely enormous. I had learned a little bit about bra sizes over the last few months - purely for academic reasons, unfortunately - and I knew that an E cup was three sizes bigger than a C. Not only that, but her chest was bigger, too. It was quite clear that her too-small bras had been doing quite a bit to disguise the growth of her tits. Little Tanya, I figured, now had a 38-inch bust, and she certainly looked every inch of it. I slipped into my bedroom, literally panting, as Tanya went into the bathroom. With my fingers in my panties, I brought myself to a shuddering climax. My nipples were tingling, and felt huge, even when I ran the palm of my hand across the front of my sweatshirt. It seemed ages before she came out of the shower and I heard her go into her bedroom. Slipping out, I listened outside her bedroom door. All was quiet, apart from some gentle rustling sounds and, yes, an occasional low moan. Tanya was playing with herself! Horny little bitch, I thought, conveniently forgetting what I had been doing not five minutes earlier! At least, she would be keeping herself occupied, and I could get on with what I had planned to do. Calling out, `goodnight, Sis!' in my sweetest big-sister voice, I went quickly down to the kitchen. There, in the drawer, there they were! Left over from Tanya's tenth birthday party, a packet of balloons. I slipped them into my pocket and hurried back up to the bathroom, plucking Tanya's new bra from the laundry basket on the way. The cups were enormous, far bigger than her old bra, the shoulder straps were wider, and there were four hooks at the back. With shaking hands, I locked the door, then filled a balloon with warm water, and placed it in one of the bra cups, trying it for size. It needed a little more water. I tied the neck of the balloon. Now, the other one. Back in my bedroom, I laid out the whole lot on the bed and took off all my clothes. I was hornier than I had ever felt in my life. Believe me, that's pretty horny. 32E, said the bra label. I put it on, then found the shoulder straps needed adjusting to make them longer, as Tanya was still quite a lot shorter than me. Then one balloon went into each bra cup, and I hoisted the broad shoulder straps into place. The first thing I noticed was the huge weight of the water-filled balloons as they swung in front of me. Was this how Tanya felt all the time, just walking around? On an impulse, I went out on to the landing and picked up my sister's new top and shorts, then bolted back and shut the door again. I pulled the top on, tugging it into place over the bulging bra. The shorts next. As I picked them up off the bed, her panties fell out. They were tightly rolled up where she had stripped them off then tucked them inside her shorts. I could wear them, I thought! Then I would have *all* her clothes on. Almost choking and sobbing now with arousal, I was about to step into my little sister's panties, then stopped myself when I realised that I would almost certainly make them all wet, which might lead to discovery in the morning. But no problem! They were already soaked! I held them to my nose, tentatively, then took a deep, deep sniff. They reeked of Tanya's muskiness, her sweat, her sex. I put them on, and pulled them tight into my sopping wet crotch. They felt cold at first, but quickly warmed up, especially as my wetness soaked into them, followed immediately by an accidental dribble of pee. By then I was long past caring. Tanya's bottom was bigger than mine; quite a lot bigger, I realised, as I tried to make her shorts stay up. At last, fully dressed, I posed and pranced in front of the mirror. Then I sat on the edge of the bed, where I could still see my reflection. It must have been half an hour and half a dozen climaxes before I stopped masturbating and stood up shakily. My knees would hardly stop knocking. I leaned against the wardrobe, my hand up the loose leg of the shorts, panting. `Hey, those are mine!' Tanya was behind me, looking at my shorts in horror. `You can't wear those, they're mine. Ooooh!' She gave a little scream as she caught sight of my chest. `Tits! You've got tits. You've got *my* tits!' She poked a finger into my left `breast', nearly bursting the balloon. I was thunderstruck. Oh, no! This was terrible. This was the end! I was *dead*. She was trying to pull my shorts down, then the top, which she yanked up, revealing the bra, filled with two bright red balloons full of water. That was when Tanya laughed, and I burst into tears. I tried to run away, out of the bedroom, but she was between me and the doorway. I was so embarrassed and ashamed, I couldn't look at my sister. Flinging myself down on the bed, I felt a splosh as my left balloon burst. That made me cry all the more. I think I must almost have fainted. The next thing I remember, I was still on my bed, wearing only Tanya's panties, and she was cuddling me, whispering softly in my ear. Her huge breasts, straining to escape from her night-dress, were squashed against me. By some instinct, I nuzzled down against one breast, then pushed my nose into the deep cleavage between them, breathing in her sleepy little girl smell. `Oh, Sis', she murmured. `Is it really so bad, having no tits?' She kissed me softly, wetly on the cheek. My pussy was streaming again. The smell of sex was strong in the little bedroom. My hand found Tanya's plump little bottom, and slid up beneath the hem of her nightie. Her pussy was wet, too. The thick mat of hair around her pussy lips was damp. Her fingers were on the move, as well. She found my moist sex, and I parted my legs to give her easy access. Two of her fingers slid into me easily. `This is what boys do', she giggled, `they call it fucking!' `Oh?' Funny, I had always thought fucking was something else. Still, Tanya's posse hung around with boys, so she would surely know about what boys did, and what it was called. She was up to the knuckles now, and a third finger had joined the first two. `You've got a lovely big hole, Sis, even though you have got no tits!' I was starting to come again. The feeling built up in my loins as the little girl's fingers slipped easily in and out of my soaking wet pussy. She found my clit - ten years old or not, she knew where that was - and diddled it between thumb and fingers. I was panting. Tanya's body was crushed against me, her huge breasts between us like pillows. As the sensation built to an unbelievable climax, I screamed out loud, and she pulled away, startled, looking into my face. Realising it was nothing more life-threatening than an orgasm, she smiled at me, then took her fingers out of me and held them to her nose, then without taking her eyes from mine, she slipped them one at a time into her mouth. I couldn't look at her sexy little face any more, and looking away, I found her fleshy thighs, slightly parted. Without thinking, I thrust my face into her crotch. The animal scent of her was almost overwhelming. She was even wetter than me! My nose disappeared into her slit, and Tanya squealed in delight, grabbing the back of my head and pushing me deeper into her. Then I felt the weight of her breasts as she wrapped them around my neck. Big Little Sister Chapter 3:- Tanya Sees The Doctor After that, Saturday nights became even wilder. Tanya still hung around on the corner with her posse. They were all older than her, mostly two or three years older, but even though she was much shorter than the others, her amazing development made her look easily the oldest. She no longer took a shower when she came in from her afternoons and evenings of sexy talk. She let me wallow in the smell and taste of her pussy just as it was when she came home after a whole day of running around, playing with the boys and girls, and obviously thinking about sex. She told me she got wet just thinking about what she was going to do later with her big horny sister. As soon as Mum and Dad went out, I stripped off and dived into Tanya's soft bed, and the little girl came and joined me. In no time at all, the bed smelled of our pussy juices, or in other words, of steaming, sopping wet sex! It was like fish, and cheese, and wet dogs, all mixed up together. It would have been enough to make me come even without the feel of her enormous breasts and fleshy bottom. *With* the feel of them, I came over and over again! Meanwhile, month by month, inch by inch, Tanya's breasts got even more huge! By the time she was ten and a half, she needed a bigger bra; as Mum had predicted, her E-cup was overflowing! Mum took her to the shops and they came back empty handed. Tanya told me she had been measured for a custom bra, as they didn't do one in her size. Apparently, she now needed a G-cup! Mum was getting just a little worried! It was the cost of the hand-made bra that decided her to take Tanya to see the doctor. After all, a ten-year-old girl in a G-cup was pretty unusual. How long was this going to go on? Tanya told me later about the visit to the doctor's surgery. They had waited about twenty minutes before being called in, and Dr Martin had been sitting behind his desk, reading the computer monitor. Then he had looked up. Tanya giggled as she recalled the expression on the doctor's face. Dr Martin is really old, about twenty-eight or thirty, but he's quite nice. I had seen him when I went about my periods a year or so before. Anyway, he had looked up from the screen and did a sort of double-take. He looked back at the screen again, then at Tanya, as if he expected her to have disappeared. She hadn't. `I was wearing my white blouse with the buttons down the front because Mum thought it would be quicker to get undressed. Trouble is, it's a bit tight now, so I had left the top two buttons undone. And it was hot in the waiting room, so I had undone two more. Mum didn't notice, or she would have made me do them up again!' `So there was quite a lot of tit sticking out of the top of my blouse. The tops of the bra cups were showing, and you know how much cleavage I've got in that new bra. The doctor looked back at the screen, that probably said "Tanya, ten years old" or something like that, then back at me just as the fifth button came undone! Well, I had taken an extra deep breath to impress him!' We both fell about laughing at the thought of the doctor not being able to believe the size of Tanya's tits. Shit, I couldn't believe them myself, sometimes. `Go on', I urged her, `what did he do?' `Well, he started to get up from his desk, then suddenly sat down again. He said, "Good morning, Mrs Woods, and ... Tanya, is it?" He couldn't believe it was me.' I said, `you mean he thought it was *me*?' And we both laughed again at that ridiculous thought. `Then Mum said why we'd come to see him, and he asked me to take off my blouse and bra and to lie down on the examination table. So I did, and he was sort of watching but not looking. Or looking but not watching. Of course, I took my time getting undressed, and had a bit of trouble getting all my bra hooks undone. I wanted him to help me, but Mum did it instead. Then he examined me.' Tanya grinned at the memory of it. `He got up very quickly and went over to a table at the side of the room, then hurried round to the other side of the bed from Mum. Then he started feeling my tits! It felt *fantastic*! His hands were cool at first, but they felt me all over, the nipples, everything. I was nearly bursting.' `He held one in both hands, and felt the sides. He sort of picked them up and bounced them against each other in the middle. He felt underneath them. That felt nice. He played with the nipples a lot, and those big brown bits around the nipples. Then he went and put rubber gloves on and told me to take my shorts and panties off. I was so wet by then! I could really smell the juice while he was examining me down there. Then he told me to get dressed.' `I had trouble with the bra again, trying to lower my tits into it while I was still sitting on the edge of the table, and they kept sort of hitting me on the legs and falling out of the cups. Still, I got it on eventually, and most of my blouse buttoned up.' The doctor had found nothing wrong with Tanya's breasts. He had obviously found a lot right with them. But he had told Mum to keep an eye on Tanya's development, to measure her regularly and keep a log of the measurements. She could post a copy of the log to him every six weeks or so. That was it, he said. She was simply a normal, healthy ten-year-old with very big breasts. Nothing to worry about. (Oh, fine! No problem, then.) She would find games difficult, if her breasts grew any bigger, and he told Mum to ask him for a note to take to school if she found exercise painful or distressing. Tanya told me she quite enjoyed games, particularly our *special* ones. And being a healthy and fit ten-year-old, she enjoyed bouncing around in the gym and on the sports field - and she certainly enjoyed being the biggest-busted girl in the school by a clear margin of about six inches. Next day, Mum told me that the doctor had asked for Tanya to be measured every week, and I volunteered to do it if she liked. We decided we would do it every weekend! Of course. It was almost the school summer holidays. The weather was hot, and so was I, almost permanently. At school, I spent most of the time eyeing up the boys to see which ones I fancied. It was a new experience for me, and an exciting one. One or two of the boys even showed an interest in me, joining me for a chat at lunchtime or waiting for the bus home. Certainly they were not the sort of boys who only had an interest in big-busted girls! More probably, they were attracted by the indefinable sexiness I was giving off, now that sex was constantly on my mind! At the same time, I was just as fascinated by my female classmates, and especially by the size of their busts. Since Tanya had started developing so dramatically, I had become quite an expert in big tits. All of the girls in my class had tits except me. Most were average sized, but a few showed quite spectacular development. The school uniform of white shirt and tie only served to exaggerate the size of these larger busts. School-kids can't handle neckties - life's way too short - so they loosen the knot and slip the tie on over their heads. After a few weeks of this, the knot tends to become very small and always seems to be at one end of the tie. Tanya's, for instance, had a very long narrow bit, which she tucked in between the buttons of her shirt. The wide end only hung down about eight inches, or in Tanya's case, simply rested on the upper slopes of her breasts, never even reaching the point at which it would hang down the front! One of the girls in my class, Samantha, was the same. Her tie rested on her mammoth, firm tits, which stuck out almost horizontally in front of her! I made friends with her, and realised she was just as interested in girls as in boys, although she wasn't a virgin. No more than half of the thirteen-and fourteen-year-olds in my class were virgins.=20 Some of them seemed to be at it almost continuously; one or two even fucking in the lunch hour in the corner of the school playing fields. They would come back into afternoon classes flushed and tousled. The atmosphere in the classroom was distinctly sexy on those warm afternoons. The teachers would say it was `stuffy' and tell us to open all the windows. They always called it `stuffy'. I'm sure there was a better word for it. The days dragged by until the holidays finally arrived, and we could hardly believe it when we all said good-bye. `See you in September' had a lovely sound to it! Tanya was going away to camp for two weeks. I was certainly going to miss her. On the first Saturday night of the holidays, Mum and Dad went out as usual, Mum wearing a ridiculously short skirt and a top that showed almost all her tits. Honestly!=20 We were under orders to get Tanya ready for an early start the next morning. There was so much to do! She had to be measured for the doctor's tit-log. Then we had to pack her bag. And that was before we could do anything else we had planned. As soon as the door slammed, we got out the tape measure. Dad had printed a little form on his computer, with spaces for Tanya's measurements. There were columns for height, chest (below breasts), bust (fullest part), waist, and hips. Another column was for the date, and there was room for six weeks. I thought Dad was taking this whole business a bit too seriously. So would we, in that case. We had a bit of wall marked off with heights, and my sister stood with her back against it. She was four feet eight inches tall. Tanya's chest was 26 inches. Her bust, around the fullest part, was 40 inches, perhaps half an inch more. She was 22 inches in the waist and her hips measured 30 inches. After that, I was almost too wet to do anything except cuddle Tanya, but we still had her packing to do. There was a mountain of clean clothes, freshly laundered and aired. She took both her new G-cup bras, eight pairs of knickers and several T-shirts and tops as well as two pairs of jeans. After she had closed her bag, not without a struggle, she peeled off her knickers and pushed them into my hand. `You can sniff these next Saturday night, while I'm away!' she laughed, and tried to rub them in my face. Instead, I managed to wrestle her to the bed and wiped the knickers across the girl's streaming crotch, until she was almost screaming and told me we would have Mum and Dad coming back if we weren't careful. So we *were* careful, and played with each other until Tanya fell asleep and I took her knickers to bed with me. I hid them in my purse, and carried them around with me for the entire two weeks as a constant reminder of my little sister, even though they were dry and crisp long before even the first week was up. There was still a hint of her pussy-scent about them, even then, which perhaps goes to show how wet they were when she gave them to me! When at last the end of the second week came round, the Saturday, Mum took me to Tanya's school to wait for the bus bringing the girls back from camp. It was a scorchingly hot afternoon. I was feeling like a wringing wet dish-rag waiting in the car, and Mum and I got out and stood under the trees, chatting to some of the other parents.=20 Then the bus arrived, and spilled out its load of nubile girlhood. Tanya saw us, and came running over with her bag, her enormous breasts bouncing around like a pair of puppies under her shirt. All the other parents were staring at her. She hugged Mum. I took the bag and her moist hand and we made our way back to the car. She sat in the back seat and I turned to talk to her all the way home. `My bra was rubbing, so I took it off in the bus', she explained, and Mum frowned a little. Tanya was grinning cheekily and cupping her breasts, squeezing them together so that the nipples both pointed at me, aimed right between my eyes. I thought, `Oh yeah, the whole bus has been feeling this kid's tits all the way home!' She giggled at me, and my loins melted as she silently mouthed the word `tonight!' I carried her bag straight upstairs and we went into her bedroom. Mum had gone to have a shower as soon as we were home: it was Saturday night and they were going out as usual. Coming out wrapped in a towel on her way to her bedroom, she shouted over her shoulder to Tanya to put all her dirty stuff straight into the laundry basket and have a shower. We giggled to each other and carried on unpacking. There seemed to be several pairs of panties which she hadn't yet worn. When I asked if their had been a laundry at the summer camp, Tanya shook her head and smiled at me. I was feeling sexier and sexier, just being close to my sister again. I wanted only for our parents to get out of the house. At last, they shouted goodnight and the back door slammed behind them. We didn't undress straight away. We both felt the need to take our time. Instead of throwing ourselves into her bed, we sat down on the edge of it, with our warm thighs touching. Tanya was full of her adventures. She had been in a tent with seven other girls, and they had instantly become known as `the Lesbian tent'. She had initiated the others into the delights of girl-girl love play, and by the time the first week was over, there were a number of experts amongst them. She then confirmed my suspicions, whispering that the reason she had removed her bra on the bus was that four girls were sucking her, one to each nipple, two to her pussy, on the back seat all the way back. All this sexy talk was making me hotter and wetter, and Tanya's closeness was making it all the worse. The little girl peeled off her T-shirt, revealing her giant young tits, the nipples fully erect. God, I thought, she had grown visibly in the last two weeks. We had missed a week with the tape measure. I wondered what the doctor would think of that. `Quickly', I told her, `get the tape measure!' She hadn't increased in height in two weeks. Her waist was more or less the same, and so were her hips. So, indeed, was her chest. But Column Three, Bust (fullest part) was up to 41. Then she said, `I've got a special surprise for you!' She wriggled out of her shorts, and said: `I have been wearing these same knickers for a whole week, just for you!' My head spun. The very thought of her wearing the same knickers, just so that I would be able to enjoy their fragrance! `Every day?' I asked, faintly. `And every night!' I put them on last Saturday morning, and I have only taken them off since to go to the toilet! she was standing lewdly in front of me with her legs slightly apart, touching herself. I could see the crotch of her knickers was stained yellow and wet through, and I could smell the pungent odour of her sex, a whole week's worth of it. Slumping to my knees in front of my little sister's crotch, I gripped her knickers between my teeth and pulled them down. Her smell was indescribable! I should have felt repelled. Instead, I pushed my face into her crack, and as usual, she placed both hands behind my head and pushed hard! I came immediately, and so did Tanya two minutes later, her usual wetness suddenly augmented by a literal gush of juices all over my face and into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, then sagged back on my haunches and rubbed the rest into my face and neck before Tanya's mouth fastened itself against mine and our tongues explored each other. After what could have been hours, we both fell asleep, curled in each other's arms. I woke up when I heard the back door creak open as Mum and Dad came home. I had woken up just in time! I got up and kissed Tanya's left breast. The girl stirred in her sleep, then turned over and placed a thumb in her mouth. The fingers of her other hand twined themselves in her pubic hair. Regretfully, I crept into my own room and slipped between the cold sheets. Big Little Sister Chapter 5:- The Doctor's Tit-Log Those summer holidays were memorable in many ways. First of all, my love-making with my little sister Tanya became more and more outrageous. Each time, we learned new and exciting ways to give pleasure to each other. And we seized more and more opportunities to be together. Almost every night, we would wait until Mum and Dad had gone to sleep before one of us would go creeping into the other's room for an hour or more of sisterly sex. The second memory of that summer was that my own tits began to develop, at long last! My bust was nowhere near the immense size of my sister's, but the puffy little buds on my chest suddenly turned into teats the size of halved apples, which tingled all the time, but especially when Tanya sucked them in bed. By the time that September came around, my breasts were six weeks old and I needed a bra, not just because the school rules demanded it, but because my breasts had swelled so much. They dangled down under their weight, and I could easily stick a pencil underneath one of them and it would stay there. The pencil test! I am never quite sure whether you have to pass it or fail it! Just to keep a sense of proportion, Tanya reminded me that she could hold a typewriter under one of hers! Still, I was proud of my little 32B bra, and was almost looking forward to the reaction of the others at school. Fourteen was late to get tits, but it was better than never. Tanya, meanwhile, was looking increasingly like an erotic cartoon. The only thing was, erotic cartoonists do not usually depict ten-year-old girls! If they did, they would go to jail. And if they did, they would never even dream of drawing them with tits the size that Tanya had! The Doctor's Tit-Log, Volume One, had been completed and sent off. We had started a new one, and it was becoming obvious that the only column which showed any noticeable change on a regular basis was the bust measurement. From 40 inches at the end of July, it had reached 44 inches after six weeks! The G-cup bras that had been made for her in June were now overflowing. When she took her clothes off, her breasts dangled to well below her waist! Wandering around the house without her bra, her breasts, inside her shirt, hung over the waistband of her jeans. Several times, Mum told her to go and put a bra on, even though she was just hanging around indoors - literally hanging around. I am sure it was because it was making Mum feel inadequate. Either that, or she thought it would make Dad too excited. Whatever the reason, young Tanya told me she thought she was growing faster than ever, and on the Saturday night before we went back to school, as soon as Mum and Dad went out and we were naked, she fetched the tape measure as usual and brought it to my bedroom. Then she started measuring me, just like that. It was a strange feeling, her little hands brushing against me as she took my measurements, especially the bust, which she left until last. After the torment of her fingers gently touching my pussy and buttocks, she transferred her attention to my breasts, and my nipples doubled in size in seconds. Her nails grazed the sides of my sensitive boobs. All the time, her little face was set in concentration, the tip of her tongue sticking out. I loved her so much, I bent down and touched her tongue with mine, and for a few minutes, she dropped the tape measure and we kissed deeply and wetly. But then she pulled away and picked up the tape measure. `It's your turn to measure me, now. You're a 35 inch bust, by the way.' I held the tape with shaking fingers, first round her waist. `Twenty-three', I told her. I had to kneel by her side to measure her hips. Down there, the smell of her sex was stronger than ever. Tiny droplets of moisture were beading on the lush fur around her pussy. The tape went around her bottom, and I only just managed to restrain myself from burying my face in her wet cunt as I did it. `Thirty-two!' Finally, I stood up behind her and passed the tape around her chest. Her back was far broader and more muscular than mine. Carrying all that weight around had developed the muscles. The tape went round her chest, just below the breasts. I had to slip it up underneath her overhanging monsters, which she obligingly lifted up for me. `There you are, twenty-nine, no, thirty.' She was getting bigger all over, although she was still only four feet eight tall. Now for the big one. To measure around the fullest part of her bust, she had to help me by holding the tape so that it lay across both nipples. The difficulty was that I had put the tape around her chest, but her nipples were right down at the level of her stomach! They never said it was going to be easy, I thought. Surely not! I tried again. `What's the matter?' Tanya wanted to know. She had let go of the tape and her tits were flopping massively around on her stomach as she turned round. `Why don't you tell me?' she demanded. `I can't believe this,' I said, `but I've measured your bust twice. The first time it came to forty-seven inches, and I couldn't believe that, so I tried again and it was even bigger! You're forty-eight inches, Tan!' She looked at the tape I was holding out to show her. My thumb was on the 48 inch mark, all right. Shit, this girl was not yet eleven, and still growing at something more than an inch a week! She now needed something like a 34-N cup bra! Where was it all going to end? We showed Mum the log the next morning, and she said it was time to see the doctor again. She phoned for an appointment. Knowing that my little sister now had a 48 inch bust did take some of the joy out of going back to school to show off my own new breasts. When I got there, though, I realised that most of my classmates didn't even know I had a little sister, let alone such a big little one, and I was delighted to receive quite a few sidelong glances from girls as well as boys. Perhaps the girls thought I had become tired of being flat-chested and had decided to stuff my bra! If only they knew as much as I did about stuffing bras! I was determined that some of them were going to find out how real my tits were before long, and it didn't matter to me whether they were boys or girls. It would be interesting to find out what it was like to really get off with a boy, but it would be just as interesting to find out if other girls were as expert and as creative as Tanya! It didn't take long to find out. Within a week, a boy asked me out to the cinema, and I accepted so eagerly it must have done wonders for his morale. He had never been out with any of the other girls, as far as I could tell, and unfortunately it showed when the lights went down and the picture came on the screen. He put an arm across the back of my seat, but avoided touching my shoulder. I was getting desperate. At last, I sat up straight just as he was changing the position of his arm - he must have been getting cramp - and his hand brushed against my shoulder. Straight away, I snuggled into him and put my head on his shoulder, and his hand finally wrapped itself around me as we both gave a sigh of relief. That was all that happened. We walked home without touching each other, and he bolted when we said goodnight. Looking over his shoulder, I could see Tanya watching from her bedroom window, pulling faces and pressing her night-shirt-clad tits against the glass! I could do without dates like that. My sister wanted to know all about it when I got in, and she was as disappointed as I was when I told her everything that had happened. I was so pissed off, I couldn't even summon up the enthusiasm to play with myself in bed. Fortunately, it was the only time I went out with that boy, and the very next one was altogether different, finding his way into my bra almost before the main feature had started. He was clumsy and he squeezed too hard, and when his hand started feeling the inside of my thigh, I decided to call a halt. Still, he had found out that my tits were the real thing, and no doubt he told the whole school the next day. In fact, I am sure he did, because my next few dates were with boys who came straight to the point and climbed into my bra within five minutes. None of them got past the thigh-fondling stage, though, until Samantha's party. Big Little Sister Chapter 6:- The Party Samantha was in my class. She was a big, noisy girl who boasted of having lost her virginity at twelve. She was taller than me, and her tits were magnificent, jutting globes that bounced mightily whenever she moved. Her hips were broad and wiggled hugely as she walked, especially when she thought any boys were watching. Which, to be fair, they usually were! She was having a party to celebrate her parents being away for a weekend, and the house was being looked after by a man friend of theirs who, Samantha said, fancied her. She had invited about a dozen girls of our class at school, and around ten boys. I got permission from Mum to stop over at Samantha's that night, and three of the other girls had done the same. So, I discovered, had two of the boys. The party itself was nothing special. We had music for dancing, but before long it had degenerated into a sex romp, with boys and girls pairing off and disappearing into various rooms, reappearing some time later adjusting their clothing. I lost my bra very early in the evening, then later, found myself in Samantha's bedroom with three other girls and two boys. Even with my experiences with Tanya, I was amazed at some of the things the girls got up to with the boys and with each other, although I think I surprised them all with my well-practised tongue. I had easily the smallest breasts of the four girls, which made me envious, but it didn't seem to make any difference when we all really got down to action. I was able to do quite a bit of breast-play with the other girls, who, I could tell, appreciated it. One of the girls, Sarah, was a fourteen-year-old with *huge* floppers that seemed to be almost as big as Tanya's. She was also extremely slim, fantastically so; she probably had around an eighteen inch waist measurement! As a result, once she was naked, they looked even bigger. She could stick both nipples in her ears at the same time, without bending her head forward. That's floppy! I gave Sarah's tits a good sucking, and she squatted on my face as she came, what felt like half a pint of girl-juice all over my head and shoulders. After that, I received a lot of attention from some of the others who wanted to kiss, as well as from Samantha's parents' dog, which was thrown out several times, but kept finding his way back to me again. Each time, he mounted my leg, and thrust his long nose into the crotch of my panties. The boys thought it was great fun, and no doubt, so did the dog. Samantha herself had disappeared halfway through the evening, together with Mark, the house-sitter. It was while I was avoiding the dog again that I blundered into her bedroom, and found our host vigorously riding Mark, with a lot of whooping and hollering as she bounced up and down on him. The dog shot into the bedroom as soon as the door opened, and I followed, trying to catch him, but we all arrived on the bed at the same time, coinciding with Mark's orgasm and one of Samantha's noisier climaxes. The result was confusion, but the dog was expelled when he bit Samantha on the bottom. She gathered him up in her arms and carried him out of the bedroom. Strangely, though, she didn't come back immediately. I was snogging Mark in a quiet way, nothing ecstatic, and after about five minutes he was getting quite hard and throbby. He was fondling my breasts and starting to make little moaning noises, so I thought I might as well join in the fun, and so what if Samantha did come back. Within a few minutes I was absolutely naked on the bed, on my hands and knees, and Mark was behind me, his hard cock probing gently at my pussy, which was pouring juices by now. I helped him find his way into me, separating my pussy lips with my fingers, and suddenly, without any rough thrusting, he was inside! It was tight, he felt huge in there, but at the same time it was fantastic. I couldn't keep still, I was bucking and thrusting against him and he was whispering little things like `Oh, Baby, you're incredible!' which I found a bit embarrassing at first. Then he was thrusting faster, and the feeling was making me tingle all over, right down to the tips of my dangling tits, but especially in my puss. It got bigger and bigger, the feeling, until it felt as if I was being washed along on the crest of a great wave approaching the shore. We hit the beach at exactly the same moment, as I felt his juices shooting into me, mingling with what felt like gallons of goo from me! We collapsed in a heap on the bed, kissing and cuddling and kissing again, all over each others' faces and bodies. Slowly recovering, we found we were lying in a puddle which had not yet soaked away into the sheets, there was so much of it! Mark told me I was the wettest girl he had ever met, and the best fuck by far. All I had done was to buck and thrash about a bit! Well, if that's all it took=85 Samantha had still not come back, so Mark and I slowly got up and put some of our clothes back on, then made our way downstairs, expecting to find a quiet drink and join the party again. It wasn't like that at all. A huge cheer went up when we appeared, with Samantha cheering loudest of all. We were escorted into the kitchen, then the music stopped, and somebody put a tape on the machine. Suddenly, Mark's voice rang out into the room at eighty watts a channel! `Ooooh, baby, you are incredible=85oooh, yes, do that again!' then my voice, which I had never liked the sound of, saying something like, `aaaaargh, yes, yes, yes, YESSS!' before Mark joined in and we both howled like dogs. The rest was mercifully drowned out by cheering. I could have died. But I was very busy for the rest of the evening, which ended round about breakfast time. After that, my school friends treated me with some respect. I didn't see Mark again, although within a week, I had a dozen dates lined up. And I got absolutely fucked solid on every one of them. None of the boys were as good as Mark, but it was valuable experience. I tried to remember to use contraception, but I know for sure it was sometimes forgotten in the heat of the moment. Christmas was approaching, and my tits were getting bigger all the time. After waiting so long for them, my impatience was certainly being rewarded! By the start of December, I needed a bigger bra than my 32B, and actually went into a shop to try a few on. The woman said I needed a C cup, but a 32 was too tight, and a 34 a bit loose. But I told her I was growing, and bought the 34C. The cups were completely full. My delight at needing a bigger bra was tempered a little by the sight of Tanya's continuing development. My sister was still not yet eleven years old, but her bust, which had been 48 inches in September, was now a whopping 51! That wasn't all. Her waist had been 23, her hips 32. Now, her hips had swelled to 36, and her waist was nearly 30! She was now four feet ten inches tall. I remember that very sexy measuring session! Running the tape around Tanya's chest, just below her tits, showed us that she was up to 31 inches, making her bra size now 36, so her overall 51-inch bust measurement made her even bigger than the N cup she had needed only three months before. The doctor had seen Tanya at the start of September, and again had said she was OK. I think he just enjoyed the experience. He told Mum to bring her back (or did he say *send* her back) if she started getting bigger any quicker than she was. Now, though, her weight gain, all over, was causing Mum some concern, rather more than Tanya, who was quite happy with it as long as her tits kept pace with the rest of her, and they were doing that easily. But Mum had to find clothes big enough to fit her younger daughter, as if her bras weren't enough of a problem. Loose dresses were one solution, and maternity-type smocks, although some of the neighbours started looking at her in a disapproving manner. She could pass for pregnant, too. Her breasts hung to below the level of her waist, even in a bra, and they stood out a long way in front of her, so the huge bulge they made was down on her stomach. It went on, too. She got even bigger. She claimed it was through over-eating at the Christmas holidays, but by February, her measurements were a staggering 54-32-38! At least she was eleven by then! And I was pregnant! I had fallen sometime over Christmas. By the time I had missed a couple of months, I noticed that my boobs had reached the point where they were noticeably too big for my C cup bra. Mum had noticed, too, and we had a tearful scene when I told her the news. To my surprise, she was lovely and understanding and kind, and gave me a big hug, and after we had been to the doctor and had it confirmed, we actually sat down and started making plans for the baby, which would be due sometime in late September. She suggested that if I wanted to try and disguise my shape and pass it off as a bit of fat, I could probably get away with not telling the kids at school, and she could write a letter to the head teacher asking for me to be excused gym and swimming. Tanya was thrilled. She wanted babies, too! She didn't have any boyfriends: her shape was so extreme, she frightened them off. As Spring passed, and Summer days got hotter and hotter, I was getting used to carrying my baby around under my school blouse. But disguise wasn't really working. For a start, I was enormous! My bulge was particularly noticeable, and my breasts had almost exploded, they grew so fast. In a month, I went from a D cup to a K! My bust was a size 43. The girls at school worked out the truth about my condition for themselves, and most of them were thrilled about it. Meanwhile, Tanya's hormones were going crazy. After her surge of weight gain, she lost it all again, in six months! Well, not all of it. Her breasts continued to get bigger, which made her figure absolutely unbelievable. By August, she measured a staggeringly voluptuous 60-24-36! She needed a 36 W cup bra, and her breasts hung almost to the level of her pussy. At eleven! `Eleven *and a half*', she reminded me. What was going on around here? Our Saturday love-sessions had continued, and they were pretty steamy, despite my bulging abdomen and Tanya's incredible tits. Both our tits were extremely sensitive. Tanya would start coming if I so much as touched her nipples, and my swollen breasts with their huge, deep brown areolae responded eagerly and instantly to Tanya's skilled tongue and lips. In fact, we hardly needed to touch each other. Sometimes, I would slowly undress my sister, peeling off her burstingly full and tight extra-extra-large T-shirt, unfastening the ten hooks of her mammoth bra, carefully lowering her huge tits to rest on her lower stomach, then lifting them apart to unfasten the clasp of her jeans before removing them and her sopping wet pants. By the time she was naked, juices would be trickling down the inside of both her thighs. And mine. Virginia was born on September 8th. She weighed 7 pounds 9 ounces. I was just fifteen. Tanya, my big little sister, was getting broody. She wanted lots of babies. Seeing me breast feeding Virginia, she wanted to do it, too. My figure began to return to normal, apart from my milk-laden breasts. I seemed to have no shortage of milk, and it would spurt all over the place. There was certainly plenty for Virginia, and plenty for Tanya, too! She said to me, one Saturday night as we lay in her bed, `I hope you have another baby soon, and another, so you can keep on feeding for ever.' I wasn't so sure about that, but then, looking down at my great udders, the nipples fully one and a half inches long where my sister and her niece had been suckling; and at young Auntie Tanya's even more massive ones, lying side by side, *ten feet* of breast flesh between us, and I thought, well, maybe it's not such a bad idea.... Big Little Sister BIG LITTLE SISTER - Part 2 Chapter 8:- Hello Again! My daughter Victoria's third birthday party has just ended. Why a child of three should *need* a party, I'm not sure, but she seemed to enjoy it. Little Pansy, I can say, hasn't expressed an opinion one way or the other, but she's only nine months old. I am having a rest. It gets tiring, keeping an eye on a bunch of kids, and my back aches when I stand up too long. I have never really become used to having such big breasts, especially when you compare them to the rest of me. The girls are playing together, looked after by their Auntie Tanya, and her little girl, Suzanne. I love the sound of kids playing. It takes me back to when I was a little child with not a care in the world. But the story I am going to tell you took place more recently, five or six weeks ago. Well, that's the intro over and done with. Time for a bit of explanation. Some people who are reading this may not have met me before. Well, Hi! Forgive me if I don't mention my name, but my parents don't want thousands of folks coming round the house staring throught the windows and into the garden, trying to catch a glimpse of us girls. We've been the talking point of the whole village for quite long enough for our notoriety to have lost any appeal it may once have had. Notoriety? Well, yes. Although I have two children - two lovely little girls - I am only just eighteen. Two children at such a tender age? Surely, in these modern times et cetera... Well, no! Victoria wasn't planned, although I was having sex as if it had just been invented, ever since I invented it when I was fourteen. Having a second baby was Tanya's idea! She said I ought to have my family while I was young enough to enjoy them. And I thought about that, and even discussed it with Mum, and we all thought about it. Well, we figured, I already had one kid, and that would screw up my school work anyway. Why not get a private tutor to teach me at home, and since I was at home anyway, why not have another baby? There's logic in there, somewhere! Anyway, Tanya wanted me to keep on having babies so that I would be feeding all the time. Then she could suck my huge milk-laden tits! No ordinary little sister, Tanya! I remember when she first said she wanted me to keep on feeding for ever, we were lying in bed together, with my Victoria, and I looked down at Tanya's and my tits together on the sheets, and thought, there's the best part of ten feet of tit in this bed! And Tanya, at the time, had been only eleven! Well, eleven and a half! Well, you know the story now. I have two little girls. I am still feeding. My tits are enormous. The only part of the story that I haven't explained is that Tanya is a mother, too. Suzanne is just six months old. Tanya's tits aren't just enormous, they're absolutely gigantic! Having gallons of milk certainly helps. But she's fourteen now, and her titties have been growing more or less steadily since she was nine, so she's well used to having them by now.=20 That's one reason I don't always think of Tanya as a younger sister, more as a big little sister. She's not as tall as me: I'm around five feet four, she's five one, but her build is more ... well, robust. It needs to be, carrying around fifty pounds of breast-flesh all the time. Her back and shoulders are far more powerful than mine, as you can feel if ever you get the opportunity to run your hands across her naked body. ********** Tanya's titties always were huge for her age. After first developing at only eight, she wore a C-cup bra at nine, and before she was eleven, she needed something like an N-cup. Custom-made, of course. Shortly after her eleventh birthday, her bust reached 54 inches, and her whole body was putting on weight. Then her hormones sort of settled down, and she slimmed back to a normal figure, if you can call a 60-inch bust normal! I think Tanya deliberately went out one evening with the intention of getting pregnant. She always hung around (literally) with a bunch of kids from the village. They were all older than her, but to look at them together, you would never have guessed, of course. I knew they had little touching and feeling games, from some of the things Tanya had told me on Saturday nights when we played around in her bed. At one time - when Mum had been getting really worried about Tanya's expanding tits, and had taken her to see the doctor - we had the quite arousing task of measuring her breasts every Saturday night; but once her spectacular growth had dwindled to an inch every four to six weeks, the doctor said we could stop keeping a log. Anyway, where was I? You shouldn't let me get side-tracked like this. Tanya getting pregnant. She went out with the usual crowd one Saturday. It would have been when Victoria was around nine or ten months old. Tanya had become rather quiet lately, and obviously wanted a baby of her own. Who knows what decided her, but she made her mind up, the way young girls do, then just went out and did it! I don't know how she selected the lucky boy, but he must have thought it was all his birthdays and the Fourth of July rolled into one (Tanya told me to put that bit in, in case anyone in the USA ever reads this story - she lives in a dream-world, that girl) when the watermelon-breasted twelve-year-old favoured him with her attentions. I am sure he was her first lover - at least, to put it another way, the first boy she allowed to go all the way with her. Perhaps she thought she would do it just this once, then if she enjoyed it and still felt she wanted a baby, she would keep trying every now and again. As luck would have it, she didn't get a chance to change her mind. She missed her period, and in another month she was certain enough to see the doctor, who welcomed her into his surgery as enthusiastically as he always did. Our doctor was a tit-man, no doubt about it. He told her she was pregnant. Her bust continued to increase, but faster now, from its normal 60 inches to 65, then 70! Then her tummy grew, and the curtains would twitch every time she walked down the village street. Our neighbours, who had always shown disapproval of the two sisters in our family, now really had something to tut-tut about! Tanya had been wearing loose clothing since her bust got really big, when she was only ten. The neighbours assumed she was pregnant then. They were probably secretly a bit disappointed when she stayed more or less the same size. Then *my* tits started to grow, and I began running around in sexy clothing, and the neighbours got all excited again. When I actually did get pregnant, it must have made their day. Since then, apart from some very close old friends of our parents, the rest of the village has disowned us. If they could, they would move away so as to be out of the line of fire when Heaven starts showering us with thunderbolts, and all that sulphur and brimstone and stuff. Suzanne was born in the Autumn, so she's about four months older than Pansy. Tanya, who loves to wind up the neighbours, often takes her baby in the buggy down to the corner of the village street to meet her friends - and the baby's daddy. She was the first thirteen-year-old mother to breast-feed a baby outside the village post office on a Saturday afternoon. It drew quite an appreciative audience! Since then, she has breast-fed Suzanne on a park bench on the village green, in the queue for the check-out at the supermarket, and - best of all, she says - behind one of the goals at a local soccer match. The referee had to blow his whistle and stop the game as all twenty-two players were watching the show instead of playing. Several were standing around in groups with their tongues practically hanging out. Then he came over and asked if she could possibly move somewhere else, or at least put her breasts away. Tanya said he was quite dishy. Maybe she's got a thing about figures of authority. Chapter 9:- The Arrival Of Twins It was a couple of months ago, just before the school summer holidays started.=20 Mum was doing something in the kitchen. She had her working head on, so we were trying to keep out of her way. The washing machine was spinning at full speed, so Mum was shouting. You could hear her all down the street, although she couldn't hear herself. "They can help look after the babies" she bawled. "It will be a little holiday for you, both of you, even though you won't be going away anywhere. And it will only be for three weeks, when the school summer holidays start." I went into the kitchen and yelled at her. "But they're a couple of spoilt, snotty-nosed brats, you know they are." "They're thirteen now. You last saw them when they were about eight. They'll be grown-up little ladies now, you'll see! Anyway, there's no point in arguing. They've got to come, their mother and father have had a bust-up. They're coming and that's final." "That's ALL we need", groaned Tanya when I told her the big news. "Cindy and Mindy, the Horror Twins from Hell." "Cindy and Melanie", I corrected her, mechanically. "Mum says they're thirteen now, so they'll be all grown up." "Kids like that never grow up", she said grimly, with all the assurance of a great big grown-up fourteen-year-old. She laid Suzanne down for her afternoon rest and straightened up with an effort, her mammoth boobs bouncing for several seconds. I watched as the huge mounds of flesh rippled and rebounded against each other under her thin cotton shirt. "And another thing, has anyone thought to tell them we already have three little kids in the house? And who the mothers are?" "I imagine so", I said, imagining no such thing. "But they'll find out soon enough when they arrive. They'll be here in the morning." "Oh, shit! Tomorrow?" Tanya's shoulders slumped. When you have an 80-inch bust and you let your shoulders slump, they stay slumped. Mine is only 61 inches but I know how she feels. ********** The twins' father delivered them at 10.30 the next morning. He was away up the lane in a shower of dust and gravel before anyone could change their mind. Off to see his lover, or to patch things up with his wife? Whatever. Mum welcomed the twins, who walked up the path with permanent expressions of distaste on their faces and large bags in their hands. As soon as I saw them, I remembered all that there was to remember about these two horrid little girls. Then I realised there was something I didn't remember about them. They had grown up a little. At five feet three tall, they were nearly as tall as me. And as well as growing up, they had grown out. Not a little, a lot! A whole lot! They had matching hair-styles. Their medium-brown hair was tied in matching pony tails with matching pink ribbons. They wore wearing matching jeans, running shoes and T-shirts. And although I couldn't see through their matching T-shirts, I guessed they also wore matching DD-cup bras! These two were seriously stacked. If it hadn't been for having Tanya about the place, I would have thought the twins were two of the biggest-busted thirteen-year-olds I had ever seen. They came into the house, looking sniffily around as if to say, `that's something else I hate about this place, we will have to get *that* changed'. Mum saw me watching from the bottom of the stairs and told them, "There's your big cousin, she'll show you the way to your room", and disappeared gratefully into the kitchen. So I took them upstairs, and opened the door of what would be their bedroom for the next three weeks, and they went in. There was a shriek, or rather twin shrieks. These two really did do everything the same! They probably had their periods in sync. Losing their virginity was going to be a bit of a challenge, but they would probably manage it. Then I realised the cause of the shrieks. They had just met their cousin Tanya. Tanya was lying on the bed, feeding Suzanne. A word of explanation. Tanya was so big, she couldn't easily sit with Suzanne in her lap and feed her, because her nipples were so far in front of her, if the child was able to reach the nipple, Tanya couldn't reach the child. It was what our Daddy referred to as a major design problem. It's not all that major, I sometimes think, when Tanya likes to, such as in the supermarket or at the football match, she can manage perfectly well. But at home, when she wants to be comfortable, she has worked out another method for herself. It's not a problem for me, as my breasts are less full and more dangly than Tanya's, so I can sort of bend them round toward the baby's mouth. Together, we had overcome Tanya's problem by feeding our babies at the same time. I would hold Tanya's baby to her breast, while she held my baby to mine! It worked quite well, although the bonding may have been a little confusing for the kids. Alone, though, Tanya had to devise her own method. She tried putting baby on the bed and lying beside her where they could both reach. But she found the most efficient way was to put Suzanne on the floor, on a blanket, then Tanya would dangle a breast over the edge of the bed. It reached the floor, with the nipple about the right height off the floor for the baby. That was the sight which had frightened the twins! As well it might. They looked at Tanya, then back at me, realising for the first time that the huge mounds beneath *my* shirt weren't bulges of fat, they were BOOBS almost two-thirds the size of the udders which Tanya was currently displaying. DD-cups or not, young Cindy and Melanie felt instantly inadequate, and I imagine that was not a feeling they were at all used to. They looked as if they would like to turn round and rush out of the room, but I was blocking the doorway. So I formally introduced them. "Twins, you know your cousin Tanya, and her daughter Suzanne. Suzanne, say hello to your big cousins, Cindy and Melanie." I wondered whether they were in fact Suzanne's cousins, or second cousins, or whatever, but decided to let it go. The baby, having been well brought up, didn't answer with her mouth full, and anyway was far too preoccupied to worry about her precise relationship with these young women. I also realised I didn't know which was Cindy and which was Melanie: not that it mattered. You couldn't have one without the other. The twins didn't know where to put themselves. They had dropped their bags on the floor and were trying to look anywhere but at Tanya. Easier said than done, as their eyes kept returning to those vast tits. Suzanne was glugging steadily away at the left one, while Tanya was inspecting the nipple of the other, hoisting the huge breast in both her tiny hands. A drop of milk formed on the tip of the outsized nipple, and Tanya bent her head forward and licked it off. Most women can not lick their nipples. Some can just reach them. I can, easily. Tanya has a different problem with hers. Her breasts are so big and fat that her nipples are too far away to reach, unless she really makes an effort. God, watching her make the effort was making me feel horny, I don't know what effect it was having on the twins. "Time for a change, Suze!" She detached the baby from the left teat, then sat up straight with a grunt, turned her body and lowered the other breast carefully down, guiding it towards Suzanne, who latched on to it with a satisfied slurp. "I'll get off your bed as soon as she's had her dinner", said Tanya, to the twins who were watching with fascination and horror, "there might even be a drop left over for you, if you want some. I've got plenty!" The twins shuddered in perfect unison. They looked down, first at their own chests, then at each others. Until ten minutes agao, they had been the big-tit queens of their entire world. Now, they might as well have been flat-chested. This nightmare girl and her nightmare sister had bounced into their lives with what must have been twenty times as much tit as they had between them! Suddenly, I had a feeling that the next three weeks might not be quite as bad as I had thought. I looked at Tanya, and we both grinned at each other. The twins weren't the only ones around here with telepathy. Chapter 10:- Feeding Time It was later in the day. "What do you do round here?" Cindy asked, wrinkling her nose. I knew it was Cindy, because she was wearing a sweat-shirt with her name embroidered on the peak of her left breast. Provided you stood in the right place, you could tell them apart quite easily, so long as you could read. "What do we *do*?" I asked. "How do you stop getting bored?" This time it was Melanie, sounding bored. Tanya looked at them as if they had just arrived from outer space. "Sex, mostly!" The twins blushed bright red and looked at each other. Cindy spoke. "What, sex? With boys?" "Mostly boys, yes", said Tanya, "but sometimes with girls. Girls are just as good!" She glanced at me. "Or better!" The twins looked confused. "We had a boyfriend once", said Melanie. "Are you lesbians, then?" Cindy wanted to know. She wrinkled her nose again as if she was dreading hearing the answer. Tanya was enjoying this conversation. "Oooh, yes! If you really want to have your pussy touched, or your ..." she looked down at the twins' breasts as if noticing them for the very first time, "...your titties sucked, other girls are much better at it than boys." She glanced at me again. "What day is this, sis?" "Saturday", I told her, knowing what was coming. "Oooh, good! When Mum and Dad go out tonight, we'll be able to play our old Saturday night game. It will be great fun with four of us." "Game?" said Cindy, faintly. "It's just a game we used to play when Tanya was just starting to grow into a woman, four years ago, I suppose it was", I said. "We used to get undressed and play with each other, and we'd get really horny in no time. Tanya was only ten then, but her titties were huge, and I had none at all!" The twins looked at my chest in disbelief. "I remember I pinched her brand new E-cup bra from the laundry basket, and put it on, and filled some balloons with water, and put them in the bra cups instead of tits, and I put all her clothes on!" The twins were staring at each other's breasts, trying to imagine a ten-year-old Tanya with an E-cup bra, bigger than theirs. Tanya joined in the fun. "And I came into your bedroom and found you playing with yourself! Do you remember when I came back from Summer camp and I'd been wearing the same panties for a *whole week*? They were really CRISP!" "I can still taste them now", I said. The twins were backing away in horror. "Your bed was absolutely soaking wet that night!" "That was mostly your juice", said Tanya, quite correctly, although I wished she had kept the information to herself. "It will be great, though. What time can we start?" "I heard them say they were going out at eight." "You know", Tanya whispered, and twins leaned forward to hear, although they still looked horror-stricken, "This will be the first time we'll have done it since we've both been feeding! The bed will be getting even wetter." I know I was by this time. My pussy was screaming for attention. Never mind the twins, I slipped a hand down inside the front of my shorts. Cindy was looking at me out of the corner of her eye, with a panicky expression on her face. Tanya wasn't going to miss out. She lifted the vast bulk of one breast with one arm so that she could get her free hand down to play with her crotch through the front of her jeans. A dark spot had appeared where the moisture was already seeping through the material. Melanie was staring at it, her eyes almost out on stalks. I grabbed and kneaded my own breast roughly, yanking at the nipple through my outsize T-shirt. Within seconds, I was rewarded by a slowly-spreading patch around the nipple as the milk began to flow. I looked down at it, making sure the twins saw it too. "Oh, shit, look at that! It's feeding time and Pansy's still asleep." Tanya was there in a flash, tugging at the bottom of my shirt. In seconds, she had liberated one of my heavy breasts, then she slipped down to her knees and raised her head to drink in great noisy slurps. "This tastes fantastic", she gurgled, rolling her eyes at the twins who were looking at each other. Cindy, I noticed, kept licking her lips. She was blushing. Melanie, who was nearer to me, was gently stroking one of her own nipples, and they had quickly become erect. A quick glance at Cindy showed that hers were erect, too. Well, they would be, wouldn't they! "Well, come on, then, girls!" I slid the shirt aside and let the other breast flop down. It rested on my stomach, bobbing gently. "Who's first?" Tanya quickly let go, and offered the teat she had been using, and suddenly, both twins were kneeling in front of me, sucking away in perfect harmony. It felt incredible! Victoria came in as the twins were getting nicely into their sucking rhythm. They stopped together and removed their mouths from my teats with sheepish looks on their faces. Milk trickled down Melanie's chin and she tried to catch it with her tongue. Victoria didn't have any problems with what the twins were doing. As far as she was concerned, tits were for drinking, they always had been, and probably always would be. She watched the twins with interest, as if wondering why these two young women seemed to have tits that were so much smaller than all the others in her world. Then she came to Mother for a cuddle. Tanya was making plans for the evening. Suzanne and Pansy would be getting their feeds shortly after our parents went out, which should start the evening off nicely, as it would mean that at least two of us would be naked in Tanya's room, and the twins would be able to watch. Then we could start on the twins' initiation. Her plan sounded great to me. Those two mouths on my teats had got me really hot, hot, hot! I could honestly say I had not looked forward to a Saturday night so much for at least a couple of years. Then Mum was calling us to come downstairs if we didn't want to starve to death. We didn't. The twins would soon get around to our robust mealtime habits, I thought, as we barged them out of the way and thundered downstairs. The twins made some plans, as well. Immediately after our meal, they slipped into their bedroom and I could hear them whispering as I passed the door. Obviously they were talking about what was going down later on, so I slowed down to see if I could hear anything interesting. Mostly it wasn't distinct enough to hear, but then I heard the word `panties' and stopped to listen. One twin said softly, "... are yours?" The other said, "yes, look." I wished I could see as well as hearing. "Gosh, they're wet through!" said the other one. "They're wetter even than mine." "I'm going to ..." said the other, but I heard no more, apart from a gasp of what sounded like horrified delight. I couldn't think what they were planning, although when I thought about it, I had half an idea. But then I thought about it some more, and thought, `no, surely not! Not Cindy and Melanie!' Chapter 11:- Saturday Night With The Twins Tanya's plan was a good one. By the time the little ones were settled down for the night, I was randy as a goat, and so was Tanya. We were soaking wet just thinking about it. From the snatch of conversation I had heard earlier, I guess the twins were as well. We found out when Tanya came wandering into the bedroom where the rest of were sitting on the bed, still in our shorts and T-shirts. Tanya was stark naked, apart from her panties. In fact, when she walked in, her panties were totally invisible, being hidden by her monstrous swaying breasts. Only when she turned part of the way round could you see them. It was the first time the twins had seen Tanya without at least some clothes on over her tits, and they were staggered. With a single movement, they both clutched at their pussies, through their shorts. I suggested that things would be easier if they got stripped off as well, and stood up to take off my shirt. After a moment's hesitation, Cindy and Melanie slowly stood up as well, and peeled off their tops. I have to admit it, much as I hate to, their bodies were magnificent! Their breasts filled the large cups of their (matching) bras to matching perfection. Since having two babies, I have really given up hope of getting my figure back completely. I used to have a tiny waist, about 20 inches, but it was never anywhere near as small as these two. I would guess their waists were no more than 17 inches! Tanya was looking at them in envy. Girls are never satisfied with the bodies they are given. They looked at each other again, then dropped their shorts and stepped out of them, standing there in bras and panties. Their minute waists went well with their pretty little bottoms. Their hips can't have been more than 32 or 33 inches, but their buttocks were tight and rounded, their thighs nicely fleshed but slim enough for there to be daylight visible between their legs at the top. Their panties were extremely brief, cut high at the sides, and were clearly very wet around the front. They were soaked through! Without a word, Tanya and I looked at each other and stepped closer to the girls. Taking a twin each, we unhooked their bras and slid the shoulder straps down. The girls didn't say a word either, but raised their arms to make the job easier. Then we slowly turned the girls to face us. Their nipples were erect, but much smaller than Tanya's and mine. They were surrounded by medium brown areolas, covered in rough little nodules. They felt pebbly when I ran the palm of my hand softly across one of them. The girl gave a soft groan, and her hand went to her pussy. Tanya was already on her knees, waiting for me to do the same. When Tanya is on her knees, her breasts rest on the floor. At the moment, they hung down outside her legs, so I could see the dense dark forest of her pubic hair. I knelt down as well. The twins were looking down at us, not knowing what to expect. I slowly bent forward so my face came closer and closer to the girl's soaked panties. `Cindy', it said in neat script on the front, just to the left side of centre. No doubt Tanya's girl's said Melanie. I looked, to see if the word `Saturday' was embroidered on them anywhere, but couldn't see it. I had read all there was to read on Cindy's underwear. Pushing my nose almost into her crack, I gripped the pungent, wet material between my teeth and tugged downwards. Cindy gave a little gasp, and moved her feet apart a few inches. Another tug and the pants started to slip down, then there was some resistance. Cindy raised one heel slightly, and moved a knee outwards. Still her panties were stuck. She brought her hand down to help, but I stopped her and pushed it firmly away. Guiding her by turning her hips with both hands, I turned her right round so that her lovely bottom was in my face. From here, it looked even better. I slipped a hand between her thighs and wiggled my fingers to separate her legs slightly. They were actually sticking together slightly! From this angle, and this close, Cindy wasn't exactly freshness personified, but the sharp, fishy mixture of sweat, female juices and young teenage bottom excited me, reminding me vividly of the night Tanya came back from Summer camp. I dived in, seizing her sopping panties with my teeth and hauling them down to her knees, then spun her around and finished the job quickly, before plunging my whole face in between her legs. Her amply-furred crotch was almost dripping. Already, some traces of juice had soaked the inside of her thighs, although her panties had not yet been off ten seconds. My lips sought her soaking sex, and I ran my tongue gently up and down her slit, which was slippery with her salty, yet almost sweet fluids. I roamed further upwards, barely touching her with the tip of my tongue, then found her little clit, and felt her thighs tremble as her hands gripped my hair on both sides of my head, just above my ears. My face got wetter and wetter as the juices poured out of her. Coming up for air, I eased her backwards to the bed, and laid her down on her back. She was moaning continuously now. The bed creaked as Tanya and Melanie took up a similar position a couple of feet away. I noticed that Melanie was still wearing her panties, althought they had been hauled to one side. It made the girl look really lewd and dirty. Obviously, Tanya had not been as patient as I was. I kissed Cindy's lower stomach, which made her shudder violently, then slid up her body, slipping my tongue into her navel as I held her tiny waist in both hands, then up to caress the undersides of her wonderful tits. I must have spent at least five minutes on each, changing from one to the other more and more frequently, kissing and licking until both of the full globes were completely wet. Cindy's nipples were erect, the areolas themselves were puffy and full. She gave a louder moan and began to shudder, and pant, and cry out little words, "oh, oh, ooh, ooooh!" Cindy was the first one to come this evening, and Melanie joined her five minutes later. By then, my fingers were exploring Cindy's tight, wet pussy, I had two fingers up inside her, feeling for the right place. When I found it, I was as rewarded as she was, as at least a mouthful of juice almost squirted out of her. I thought she'd pissed herself, but a quick taste confirmed that Cindy had ejaculated, and was still squirting some seconds later. I moved her on top of me, and I could feel her pubic hair against me as she sat in a pool of her own juices on my lower belly, while her little hands squeezed and tugged at my great big breasts, and her own relatively tiny DD sized tits hung down just out of reach of my lips, the red-hot nipples gently grazing my chest. It was my turn to come. The milk had come in, and I guided Cindy to my nipple, which she took in her soft lips, and as I found her eager pussy yet again, I slipped a soaking finger into each of her holes. This time we came together as Cindy suckled me. After a delicious half hour or so, I became aware of a new sensation. At that time, Cindy was on top of me again, with her tongue lapping around my pussy. My face was buried in hers, so I couldn't see what was happening. I could feel the insistent pressure of Cindy's firm young tits against my chest, but my whoppers were splayed out, lying on the bed on either side of my body. Suddenly, I could feel my breasts being touched, both at the same time. At the same instant, I realised they were being kissed, then touched by two delicate little tongues, which were tracing a path round and round the nipples. Trapped beneath the sweet weight of Cindy, I couldn't escape, even if I wanted to, so I tried to relax and let the sensations wash over me. On and on the two tongues licked and slurped on my nipples, until it seemed they would never either stop or really start to suck me properly. I could imagine Tanya and Melanie playing with my nipples, and grinning at each other. I felt the milk beginning to flow, and at last, at last, warm lips closed around my big teats and sucked greedily. My hips involuntarily bucked under Cindy, who could have had no idea why I was suddenly getting so mega turned on, although she responded by grinding her pussy in my face for a few seconds before a great gush of her juices trickled down over my nose and into my mouth. I had to swallow it or drown in it. I swallowed as much as I could. Cindy thoughtfully provided more. Cindy was a very wet little girl. What I couldn't know was that Tanya had a finger inserted in Cindy's bottom, while Melanie was gently stroking the soft hairs at the back of her twin sister's neck, which she knew always drove her wild. Later, after we had all more or less recovered, Tanya lay on her back with Melanie in a sixty-nine position on top of her, while Cindy and I milked Tanya's mighty udders, squirting her sweet milk at each other like racing drivers squirting champagne. I always wondered why they did that. Now I know. It's fun. We made love over and over again, changing partners from time to time, but slowing down and slowing down until midnight, when the church clock struck, and roused us. Tanya sat up, and gently lifted the almost sleeping Cindy into a sitting position. Melanie was sound asleep, her lips still gently sucking on my nipple. I kissed her cheek and she groaned, but sat up, and her arms went round my neck. I decided I could tell the girls apart now. Cindy was wetter down below, but Melanie was a much wetter kisser. Our tongues met as we kissed until our heads and our pussies were swimming with lust. Then we all stood up and Tanya and I helped the twins into their own double bed, where they immediately hugged each other, while their sleepy fingers sought out each other's pussies. Tanya and I kissed lingeringly for several minutes in her bedroom which smelled quite disgusting, then my big little sister climbed into her bed. I was just about to leave the room, when I saw the twins' clothes and underwear scattered on the floor under the bed, so I gathered it up and dropped it in a steaming pile on the floor of their room - just as the side door creaked open and my parents came creeping into the house. I got into my own cool bed. I didn't sleep straight away, but lay thinking of those unbelievably horny twins. Tanya's little plan had worked. Tanya's little plans usually do. Usually. Chapter 12:- Double Trouble A week had passed. Not without incident. We found several opportunities for girl-girl love-making with the twins. One thing did become noticeable after only a couple of days. The girls were still wearing the same panties they had arrived in! Obviously the story of Tanya wearing hers for a week at Summer camp had left its mark on the twins. The girls made no effort to change them, and this was obviously what they had been discussing that first day. Certainly, after being worn for a whole week of almost constant sexual arousal, those panties were an absolute disgrace! The girls had even been putting clean panties into the washing basket, to avoid having our mother coming into their room searching for soiled underwear. Soiled was very much the right word. The disturbing thought was that there were still two more weeks to go. There was quite a distinct possibility that the twins' panties would walk home on their own before that time. It now took a very special dedication to pull them off with our teeth as we had done that first Saturday night. Tanya came into my room with Suzanne in her arms. I was feeding Pansy. Victoria was happily playing with her building bricks, busily giving orders to herself, building them up, knocking them down. Tanya sat down, hauled out a full and already dripping breast, then we swapped babies; I held Suzanne while she sucked Tanya's mammoth teat, while Tanya cuddled Pansy. Victoria loved this arrangement, and she came over and watched until the babies settled down to suck blissfully again. "We've got to get those twins laid", Tanya said quietly. "What, laid properly, with boys?" "Yes, of course, what did you think I meant?" I didn't know what I thought she had meant, but the thought had occurred to me that we would never find a pair of twin boys anywhere in the village, even if we looked from now until Christmas. "Who had you got in mind?" Tanya knows a lot more boys than I do. "I thought we could take them down the village. You could come as well. (Kind of her.) Then we could fix them up with a boy each. Then, somehow, we could create a disturbance, or something - distract them - and then swap!" "Swap them over, so they end up with a different boy?" "See if they noticed the difference ..." Tanya looked at me. "Can you tell them apart yet?" I said yes: "Cindy's got the wetter pussy, but Melanie uses a lot more tongue when she kisses." Tanya nodded. "A boy wouldn't notice, not after half an hour", she said. "We could have some fun, and the girls could go home not virgins any more." "They're only thirteen, Tan! We shouldn't be encouraging them to have sex." "I was twelve", she said simply. "And you were thirteen!" "That's not the point. If they want to go out and get laid, it's up to them. It's just that I don't think we ought to be pushing them into it." "There won't be any pushing needed, sis. Those two are horny as shit." That's the trouble with Tanya's plans. They're so irresistible. We started thinking about the details. We decided - Tanya decided - that since the girls would be swapping over half way through, it didn't matter if the boys didn't match, as it were. They could be just about any available boys. Certainly there should be no shortage of takers among the boys in the village for an evening of passion with two beautiful, slim, large-breasted and insatiably horny teenagers. As Tanya pointed out, you'd never know they were only thirteen; they look at least twenty! As indeed, they did. The choice of venue is always important when planning a loss of virginity. We thought about the shrubbery beside the village green. We thought about the field behind the Strict and Particular Baptist Chapel. Tanya liked the idea of that one. But the trouble with outdoor sites is always the uncertainty of the weather. There's nothing like a thunderstorm to put a damper on exterior love-making. I always think there's probably nothing more off-putting than being struck by lightining just when you're about to start coming. We wanted the twins' first time to be a happy memory for them both. "You always remember your first time", said Tanya. She had every reason to remember hers! Then she said simply, "Why not here?" "Here?" "They'd let us have a party. Say it was next Saturday. We wouldn't make a mess, and Mum and Dad would only be next door. We could have music and stuff, and food. Maybe a bit of beer or wine or something. They'd let us have some drink, not too much. Not enough to lose control of our emotions or anything, Anyway, the twins would have a whole week to get over it." What did she mean by that, I wondered! "We can ask", I said. "All they can do is say no." Mum and Dad said yes. Honestly, parents haven't got a clue, sometimes. Tanya decided that if the twins were going to get laid, she might as well join them, and I saw no reason to be left out of things. It was turning into an orgy. Tanya knew most of the village boys and girls, and I knew hardly any of them. So she did the arranging; the guest list, I suppose you could call it. I wondered, did the Romans have guest lists? She told me she had just the boy for me, which was a bit worrying. As I was three years older than her, did Tanya think of me as an ancient crone? Did she have plans of fitting me up with some twenty-five-year-old dimwit from the local dairy who would spend all night trying to milk me? I bet she picked the dishiest one for herself, it would be typical of her to do that, and leave me with some absolute horror story. And she said she had a couple of boys lined up for the twins. Seb and Jeffrey were friends and rivals. They went around together, and their tastes in girls were so similar that every time one of them saw a girl he fancied, the other one always fancied her too. This usually ended up with neither of them getting lucky. Tanya's idea was for them both to fancy either Cindy or Melanie. What she wanted to do was somehow for the twins never to appear at the same time. It would be like one of those films where the star plays two parts and never appears in the same scene as himself. She said we could let the others in on the secret, but Seb and Jeffrey would both see only the one girl, let's call her Cindy, and both would instantly fall in love with her. Then, separately, they would each be allowed to meet their dream girl, in a different room in the house. In fact, they would each be getting off with a different one. Once the action had started, she said, we could somehow separate the loving couples and bring them together the other way round, then let them carry on where they had left off. After the party, maybe the next day, we could surprise them both by letting them see both girls together. It was brilliant. Objection. "What", I said, if Seb and Jeffrey, or Seb or Jeffrey, just this once, didn't fancy Cindy or Melanie? It the chemistry was wrong or something. Tanya just stared at me. "Chemistry? She snorted. She actually snorted: I'd never heard anyone really snort before. "Chemistry? You've been reading too many love stories, sis. We're talking boys here." I saw what she meant. All we had to do for the rest of the week was to make sure that the twins never went near the village. No-one must know that there were a pair of beautiful twins on the loose. The word would get back to Seb and Jeffrey, and they would each try to fall in love with the same one as the other fancied. Either way, it would be confusing and it would completely screw up Tanya's plan. Fortunately, by keeping the girls occupied with plenty of girl-sex, we had little trouble with them trying to get away from the house. Tanya and I were becoming exhausted; the twins were becoming energetic and resourceful lovers, and budding acrobats as well. Tanya and I are not cut out for acrobatics. The twins were rapidly becoming a pain in the tits. When they weren't involved in sex-games, the twins were busy looking after the kids. Later in the week, I slipped down to the village store and picked up the food and drink for the party. Mum was going to help us with the food. I think she felt guilty about going out and leaving us instead of staying home and embarrassing everybody by trying to dance, the way grown-ups always do. Our Mum and Dad always look even more embarrassing than anybody else's. They even try to do the Twist, for Chrissakes! Chapter 13:- Party Time By Saturday afternoon, the twins were in a state of high excitement. They didn't know what had been arranged with them in mind, but there was going to be a party and that was enough for them. They would be able to dress up and show off their amazing figures (yes, I admit it, amazing), they could have a few drinks, and they could meet some boys. They could snog them, and have their titties felt up. There might even be some *girls* there so they could have sex! Well, the twins were learning fast, but they hadn't quite got all the details in place yet. The guests had been told not to arrive until after eight, to give us plenty of time to see to the kids and to move the furniture around. We brought the bean-bags down from upstairs and the place looked quite sexy with most of the lights turned out. Dad came in and switched them on again. He said the place looked like a Turkish brothel. I didn't know he'd ever been to Turkey. The twins kept coming into our bedrooms while they were trying different clothes on. They even had a shower and put clean panties on! Perhaps it was just as well; we didn't want Seb and Jeffrey gagging and fainting before they'd even got started. The girls couldn't decide what to wear. Normally, I would have said to them that it might be a pleasant change if they dressed differently for once, but for this night of all nights, they *had* to be identical. The sight of them parading their little bottoms and their big tits around was making me horny, and I grabbed Cindy the next time she came in, and gave her pussy a good licking. Her moans and squeaks attracted Melanie, who joined us, until Tanya came in and said we could be heard all down the street and did we want Mum and Dad joining in as well? It made me feel like a guilty schoolgirl, being told off by Tanya. The twins finally agreed on short flared skirts (easy to get your hands up), and very low-cut knitted tops, which just hid the tops of their bra cups while revealing enough cleavage to lose your hand in. They looked good enough to eat. It was all I could do not to eat them. Mum and Dad went out at eight fifteen after a lot of dire warnings. I thought they'd never leave, but their evening of group sex, or whatever it was they did next door, was calling them, and at last, they did go, and I was able to slip around the house turning off all the lights but one here and there. Victoria was in bed but awake, so I sat with her for a while, then the twins came in and gave her a goodnight kiss, and so did Auntie Tanya, who looked staggering in a sort of T-shirt dress which came down almost to her knees, and no bra, so her tits came down almost to her pussy. Her nipples stuck out like champagne corks, a couple of feet apart, pointing forward and downward, down below her stomach! Gradually, people were arriving. I recognised a few of them, even dressed up in their party clothes. The girls seemed to know what sort of party to expect, as they had dressed to allow easy and rapid access to their most desirable assets. Skirts were short. Shorts were loose-fitting. Tops were low-necked, or not tucked in at the waist. Shirts were partly unbuttoned. The twins seemed to be the only ones wearing bras. No doubt, as the evening wore on, they would slip out, together, and get rid of them. They certainly didn't need them for support! Those puppies bounced around when they were naked, like ... well ... puppies, but they stayed up there with the aid of powerful young muscles. Then Tanya came over to me, her eyes shining. "Seb and Jeffrey are here. Time to hide a twin!" We had told the twins part of the story. At around nine, we said, a boy would be arriving who we thought ought to meet both of them. He had been told about them, and was really looking forward to meeting them. But he wanted to meet them separately. That way, he could decide which one he preferred. It was like a prince in a fairy story. Tanya explained that once the boy had made his choice, he would escort her for the rest of the evening, while the other twin could have her pick of the rest of the boys at the party. There wouldn't be a loser. In fact, the second girl could have her free choice of boys *before* he made his decision, while the boy was getting off with the other twin. Fair enough? The girls thought about it and decided it was fair enough. What they didn't know was which of them was having the first go at The Boy. Once we had separated the twins, we told each of them that *she* was going to be the first. Cindy slipped away into the kitchen, while Melanie went to the top of the stairs, where she sat on the top step, anxiously looking down, and afraid of missing any action. Meanwhile, Tanya had intercepted Seb and Jeffrey, and peeled off Seb, steering him in the direction of the kitchen where there was someone he really *must* meet, and introduced him to her cousin, Melanie! Cindy looked startled, thinking that Tanya had forgotten which twin was supposed to be going where, but she said nothing, and Seb looked so dishy that she stepped closer to him, and as soon as her right breast made contact with his chest, he was hooked. My part of the plan was to take Jeffrey to find Melanie at the top of the stairs. "Cindy, this is Jeffrey, he's been dying to meet you!" and Melanie gave me a look which said, `stupid cow, can't you tell us apart yet', but she obviously took an instant fancy to Jeffrey, and anyway, she wanted to make a serious first impression on *The Boy* before her sister did. Invitingly, she patted the top stair beside her, and snuggled up as close to Jeffrey as she could without actual penetration taking place. Both boys were overwhelmed by these lovely young girls. What was more, they were getting off without their friend and rival being present. This was a new experience! They dived in with a will, and the twins began to think there was perhaps something more to this sex business than making out with other women! The first part of the plan had gone off perfectly, and everyone was hugging themselves and each other at its success. The whole party had been briefed to keep the twins apart, and it was easy enough to keep an eye on them to stop them seeing each other. After about five minutes, Cindy and Seb wanted to move somewhere quieter, more comfortable and certainly darker than the kitchen. They found their way into the living room, where they found a conveniently empty bean-bag, and the guests almost cheered at their latest successful move. Melanie and Jeffrey, meanwhile, found the top of the stairs a little uncomfortable, and people had to keep stepping over them on their way to the toilet. So they stood up, still entwined around each other, and headed for the twins' bedroom, which, to their pleasant surprise, was empty. This time, there was a small cheer from almost everyone else in the house. With everyone taking a part in making sure the plan went smoothly, Tanya selected her lucky escort for the evening, and settled down on a bean-bag with him. He might well have wondered which of the *three* bean-bags which had suddenly entered his life was the real thing, but Tanya soon left him in no doubt. And a boy came up to me and said, "You must be Tanya's big sister. I'm Paul." Well, he was quite presentable, and it had been a good few months, so after a decent interval - almost thirty seconds - we went to my bedroom, and as I am an eighteen-year-old woman and prefer to do things properly, we undressed and went to bed! An hour or so later, and feeling thoroughly well-fucked, I left Paul asleep, got dressed and resumed my duties as co-hostess. Tanya came over, looking relieved. "I thought you'd gone to bed", she gasped. "Oh, I did!" I said simply, just to see the expression on her face. It was worth it. "It's time to swap them over. The Tanya Master Plan: Stage Two. I take Cindy and Seb, you take Melanie and Jeffrey. We have ... "she looked at the clock, "... five minutes. See you back here at ten precisely." And off she went. This was the difficult bit. Tanya went over to Cindy's bean bag, where she poked the twin in the ribs. I heard her say, "Melanie! Get up a minute, I need your help!" Then I slipped away up the stairs, and found Melanie and Jeffrey going at it hammer and tongs on the twins' double bed. I waited for a lull in the activity, then whispered to her, "Cindy! I need a hand. It's a bit of an emergency!" Jeffrey groaned as we left him, clutching at his gonads and writhing in unfulfilment on the bed. Melanie, meanwhile, came with me happily, content that she had made such an impression on the mystery boy that Cindy would only take a miserable second place. Then her prince would claim her hand, and anything else he fancied. I led her down the stairs and out of the back door. Meanwhile, Tanya took Cindy out of the side door and in at the front. I just caught sight of them scurrying up the stairs as I brought Melanie in at the side door and through the kitchen to the living room where Seb sat, confused, on his bean-bag. While escorting the twin on our tour of the house, I explained that she was now free to choose any of the boys who were here, but first, she really *ought* to meet Seb, who had heard so much about her! Melanie got a bit of a shock when Seb held out his arms to her and dragged her down on to the bean-bag. She got even more of a surprise when she felt his fingers slip immediately up her skirt and into her panties. Her shock was complete when he laid her on her back and slid his cock into her! `Gosh, this is the life', she thought. Seb grunted a little at first. The little twin felt tighter all of a sudden, and not so wet. Then she kissed him, and he thought, `Jeez, she's horny as hell all of a sudden', as Melanie engulfed his tongue with hers. Tanya was panting heavily as we met in the kitchen. I nodded okay to her. "How did it go?" I asked. "I'd told her there was someone up in one of the upstairs rooms who had seen her from a distance and asked who the girl with the pony-tail was. So I said she'd better just say hello to him. She must've got a bit of a fright when Jeffrey climbed on to her straight away! *He* seemed to get a surprise when he slipped straight into her, too, as if she was suddenly wetter than he expected. It seemed to get him quite excited all of a sudden. I left them going at it like a couple of dogs." "Well, see you in another hour, then!" Tanya laughed. "See, Tanya's little plans always work." The plan had really more or less succeeded. By now, both twins would have been more or less deprived of their cherries. All that remained was to tidy up the loose ends when they had all finished. "No problem", said Tanya, "We'll all just have a good laugh when it's all over." Down in the living room, Seb and Melanie were approaching a noisy climax. The noise was coming from Melanie, and it ended with a sort of strangled OOOOAAAAAEEEEGH! Ooooh! Seconds later, there was an almighty grunt as Seb completed the course, and another two virgins had bitten the dust. Meanwhile, on the twins' bed, Jeffrey had been trying everything he had heard of - like thinking of food - to avoid coming. Cindy was screaming `not yet, NOT YET!' and he knew there was nothing on this earth which could stop him, or even slow him down. With a scream of despair, he pumped his steaming seed into Cindy's oozing slot, leaving the poor girl humping her hips against him in desperation, before collapsing in a frustrated, sobbing heap. Jeffrey, knowing he was forever branded a failure, rolled off and buried his head in his hands.. Cindy, feeling cold and wet, sore and *used*, got up after a few seconds, and made her way to the bathroom. Melanie, feeling more frustrated than ever in her life, rearranged her clothing and went to the downstairs toilet. She sat there, lonely and hurt. That boy on the bean-bag had just grabbed her and gone straight at it without even saying hello. She had faked an orgasm to get him to finish. She idly wondered where all the stuff he had pumped into her was. Nothing! Had he pulled out, or missed? She never guessed that Seb had faked an orgasm, too! All she wanted was the kind, considerate boy she had met the first time, the fairy tale prince who was going to choose between the two of them. Perhaps he was still in the bedroom. She came out of the toilet and started up the stairs. She passed Cindy on her way down. Cindy was looking for that lovely boy on the bean-bag, the fairy tale prince who was making a choice between them. He had been so gentle and loving, until Tanya had dragged her away. She would go and see if he was still there; he might be! Where was that Melanie going, the little bitch? He was! Cindy lay down on the bean-bag next to Seb, who was feeling like a total failure. The girl would be sure to realise he had faked an orgasm, and the word would be all over the village by tomorrow. The boy who can't do it, and has to fake it! But ... here she was again, as if nothing had happened. (Well, nothing *had* happened, but you know what I mean.) "Oh, darling, you're still here. Darling, darling, darling!" And Cindy sat astride Seb and gently lowered herself on to him until he was in her up to the hilt. Ten minutes later, they had finished almost simultaneously, Cindy having come three times, and they lay together, kissing each other all over their faces. Melanie crept into her bedroom. If he wasn't still here, she would quietly go to bed. They would find her in the morning if she happened to die of a broken heart in the night. Jeffrey lay on his back with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. Melanie kneeled beside him, and kissed the tears from his eyes, then gently took his limp manhood into her mouth until he was erect. Then she mounted him and rode him until they both climaxed. Then they kissed each other again and again and again. Tanya found me in the kitchen talking to some of the other girls. "It's gone very quiet", she said with a worried expression. "They should have finished ages ago." "Perhaps they've fallen in love", I suggested. "This could be the real thing. The start of something big." It was half past eleven. Our parents would be back in an hour. We really wanted the twins back in circulation before they came back home. It could be embarrassing to have to say to them that the party had gone off very well but we had lost our twin cousins. Jeffrey came into the kitchen, blinking at the light. He looked well shagged. "Toilet", he said, thickly, and went the way we indicated. There was a lull of a few seconds, then an uproar from the living room. We rushed in. One of the twins was cowering by the doorway, her hands covering her mouth. Jeffrey was sitting astride Seb's body, pounding away at him with both fists. "You bastard, five minutes I leave her, and you come on to my girl, my little darling ...!" He aimed another blow, then punctuated his words with punches, "You dirty rotten bastard, I thought you were supposed to be my friend." Seb managed to buck his friend off, and they rolled over and over in a heap for a while. Girls were screaming, boys trying to pull them apart. This time, Seb ended up on top. He wasn't sure what the crime was he was supposed to have committed, but he thumped Jeffrey in the eye, and once on the nose. Finally, two of the other boys managed to pull the two of them apart. They sat panting, looking at each other. Seb had blood running down his chin, Jeffrey had an impressive black eye. In the middle of all the noise and shouting, Melanie crept downstairs to see what was happening. She saw Cindy standing by the sideboard, looking from one boy to the other. She stood by her sister's side. Silence fell. Seb looked up. So did Jeffrey. They looked back at each other, then shook their heads to try and clear their double vision. Then the twins moved forward, and squatted down beside their two battered lovers. Together, they asked the same question. "Well? Which one of us was the winner?" Which must have confused the two boys even more. Chapter 14:- And They All Lived Happily Ever After Tanya and I slipped away and hid after that. Gradually, the party broke up, and people drifted away in twos and threes. Seb and Jeffrey had no idea what had happened. The fight and the appearance of both twins had left them in a state of utter confusion. Cindy and Melanie had escorted them out to the front gate, and arranged to see them on Monday, when all, no doubt, would be explained. Tanya and I were quickly tidying up - the fight had made a bit of a mess in the living room - when the twins came back in. They were lusting for blood. Ours. Tanya made an excuse and started to leave, but Cindy dragged her back by her hair. We could have had another fight, but Pansy woke up and started crying, and that set Suzanne off. "We'll explain tomorrow", Tanya promised. "Must go now!" We bolted upstairs. The twins came up about twenty minutes later. No doubt, they'd had time to compare notes, and realised that things hadn't turned out so badly after all. True, there had been a fight, and two lifelong friends had bashed seven shades of shit out of one another, but both twins had found an enthusiastic and considerate lover. Okay, they were going home in another week, but they had a very good reason to come again for another little holiday. Life wasn't so bad after all. Tanya's little plans usually work. Tanya and I sat in my bedroom, feeding the babies. We got the shock of our lives when we heard the twins coming upstairs. "Goodnight!" they called softly, and then I suppose they got into bed together and talked about their lovers and their experiences until dawn broke. ********** They wanted an explanation, but they weren't *too* mad, not really. Considering that a fight had broken out, and two good friends might have ended up hating each other for life, there was no real harm done. The twins had got laid, which was the whole object of the exercise. Well and truly laid, when it came down to it. And they were seeing the boys again. Cindy and Seb, and Melanie and Jeffrey, were effectively items. One problem was that Tanya, for whatever crazy reason, had introduced them by their wrong names in the first place. "I don't know why I did that!", she said, over again. Another was that although the twins themselves were each perfectly sure which of the boys they fancied, the one they'd had some great sex with at the party, the boys still couldn't really tell them apart without getting involved in a bit of serious intimacy. And if that wasn't bad enough, they both thought Cindy was Melanie, and vice versa. What we were going to have to do was to get them all together and explain everything, which was going to make Tanya about as popular as a hat-full of piss. But the twins could help. For a start, they could stop messing about by dressing identically the whole time. I suggested that the boys came here to pick them up for the double date they had arranged for the Monday evening. They would find Cindy and Melanie, two separate girls, both ravishingly pretty and wondrously well-endowed, both very sexy, and both individuals. Their hair could be up or down, however each of them felt like having it. They could each wear exactly what they liked. The twins looked at each other. They had never heard of any suggestion so outrageous in their lives. Finally, Cindy said, "I thought we ... I might get rid of this baby's pony-tail, and I'm going to wear my tight white top. What about you, Mel?" "Not that white top, I'm wearing my red shirt and my jeans. Tanya, could you put my hair up, do you think?" And they both rushed off to sort out their clothes for their dates. God knows what their Dad would think when he came to collect them at the weekend! He wouldn't know who they were. Seb and Jeffrey arrived at seven. Cindy looked lovely in her shorts and her white top. I had seen her in it once before, but it looked even tighter now. All her clothes looked tighter. It must have been Mum's cooking putting some meat on their bones. It had certainly put some meat on Cindy's tits! Melanie's, too, looked very full in her bright red shirt, and her jeans might well have been sprayed on, especially around the crotch, where they were trying to disappear inside her. She kept tugging at them, which didn't really help matters. The girls immediately attached themselves to the right boy, to the secret relief of Seb and Jeffrey. Then Tanya introduced them again, properly this time; and right there in front of Tanya and me, the girls comprehensively kissed the boys, making them go bright red. Then off they went, to do whatever young teenage girls and boys do on a first date, when they have *already had* sexual intercourse two nights before. They were home by eleven, and both came quietly into Tanya's room, where we were feeding the babies. The girls were tousled and flushed. Their eyes looked large and sparkly, their lips had that just-kissed look. They had both discarded their bras, and their breasts looked very full and heavy. Melanie's jeans were wet where they were tight around her pussy, and there was a huge dark patch of moisture at the crotch of Cindy's shorts! She noticed us looking at it, but made no attempt to hide it, in fact, both twins were absently fondling themselves, their pussies and their erect nipples, all the time they were telling us about their evening. I know I was getting as wet as Cindy, just hearing about it, and I could tell Tanya was aroused, both by the look on her face and the unmistakeable scent of her arousal. At last, the babies were full, and handed back to their rightful owners. Shyly, Cindy said to me, "I'm ever so thirsty ... do you think ...?" and Melanie said she was, too. All I could say was, "come here, sweetheart!" and the busty youngster gratefully attached her lips to my nipple and drank deeply. Within ten seconds, I was coming, and so was Cindy. Over on the bed, Melanie was sucking at one of Tanya's gigantic udders, and soon, all four of us were moaning in helpless ecstasy. Softly, I asked Cindy to change over to my other breast, and she stood up, then quickly stripped all her clothes off before returning to my lap. Her pebbly nipples, her taut bottom and her sopping wet pussy were all mine as she fed from me yet again. It was well after midnight when the twins tiptoed back to their own room. They saw the boys three more times during that last week of their stay, and each night that week, they came to mine or Tanya's room for a bedtime drink.=20 The day they left, promising to phone regularly, and to come back soon, Cindy shyly handed me a little package as they got into their Dad's car. "Don't open it here", she said urgently when I started to fumble with the tape. "There's a note inside!" After they had gone, I opened the package with Tanya. Inside, in a plastic bag, were two pairs of panties, still wet. The note said: `Thanks for everything, especially for reminding us that we are two separate people! Here's something to remind you of us. We wore these for two weeks until the party! Since then, we have worn them all day long and every night in bed. Naturally, we wore clean ones on our dates, although they didn't stay dry very long! Whatever you do, don't wash them!' The panties were embroidered Cindy and Melanie. I handed Melanie's to Tanya and she sniffed them deeply, her eyes watering! "Shit", she said, "that's pretty memorable!" Then we put them in our pockets, for later. Chapter 15:- Epilogue My daughter Victoria's third birthday party has just ended. Why a child of three should *need* a party, I'm not sure, but she seemed to enjoy it. Little Pansy, I can say, hasn't expressed an opinion one way or the other, but she's only nine months old. I am having a rest. It gets tiring, keeping an eye on a bunch of kids, and my back aches when I stand up too long. The girls are playing together, looked after by their Auntie Tanya, and her little girl, Suzanne. The twins have just left after their return visit. In the six weeks since the party, and their dates with Seb and Jeffrey, they have phoned us two or three times a week. Last week, they asked if they could come over for a weekend, and Mum said of course they could, if they liked. It was good to see them again. They had put on some weight while they had been with us the first time, but they must have really found their appetites when they got home. At first, I hardly recognised them! Well, that's exaggerating. Tanya's told me a million times not to exaggerate. But Cindy ran over to hug me as soon as she was out of the car. Her breasts were bouncing about all over the place. Melanie was hugging Tanya. I felt Cindy's breasts crushing themselves against mine. They felt full and firm. "I'm not wearing a bra", she whispered, "nor is Mel. They got too small!" I held her at arms' length. She had grown at least two or three inches on the hips and the waist. Her bust seemed to have grown at least six inches. "Have you got a tape measure", she asked as we all walked indoors. "I remember how you used to have to measure Tanya's bust every week, and I thought it might be nice to measure *us*, later on. Tonight, after we get back from seeing the boys!" And we did! It was like the old days in Tanya's room. Cindy and Melanie, stripped naked, were noticeably bigger all over, but especially their breasts. "We both got measured for a new bra last week, ready for school, and the shop hadn't got one to fit us!" Cindy's eyes were like saucers as she remembered the scene in the shop. Melanie was smiling to herself. "What she didn't tell you was that mine were bigger than hers!" Cindy looked daggers at her sister. "It was only an inch." "It was two inches!" crowed Melanie. "I need a 34-K!", she added, shyly. I looked at the two of them. Melanie was bigger in the bust, but bigger everywhere else, too. I said to Cindy, "There's no real difference in the actual size of your breasts, Cin, you're both lovely. You're even more lovely than when you were skinny." You could hardly call them fat now, as the tape measure showed, Cindy was 44-22-34, and Melanie was 46-24-35. Obviously a lot more than just DD-cups now! Tanya shook her head. "You both look terrific, now. Have you any idea what caused it?" "The boys asked us that, too. They said if we ever find out, we will have to try some more!" laughed Cindy, and we all joined in. There was a companionable silence. "I suppose a drink of milk is out of the question", said Melanie. "I thought you'd never ask!" said Tanya. "Suck my cock, Jamie," the boy in the uniform commanded, slapping Jamie's beautiful, tear-stained face with his fat, slimy cock. "Suck some mliitary cock, you trashy, cheerleading slut!" Jamie was bent over like an animal in the middle of the mob of boys. It seemed to the daeed young cheerleader that every boy attending Rener's Military Academy must be gathered around her. They were mauling her tender young body through her tight, blue and gold cheerleading uniform. They grabbed at her tits and slapped her ass and pinched her long, lean legs. Boys knelt on her forearms and calves, hurting her terribly and keeping her pinned in her degrading position. It was more than the innocent sophomore cheerleader could stand, and she cried out in pain and protest as the boys manhandled her sexy young body. Moments before she had been walking home from her school, Eastport, across the campus of the military academy. It was the same way she walked home everyday after cheerleading practice. Now a crowd of at least fifty boys had pulled her into the narrow space between two bulidings, forced her down on her hands and knees, and were taking liberties with her sexy body that no boy had never taken before. Jamie began to cry, sensing that she was not going to escape from these boys unscathed. "There you go, cheer-tramp!" The ring-leader, a senior cadet named Gary, pushed his cock through the oval ring of Jamie's lips the moment she opened her mouth to cry. "Suck that cock, you trashy slut! Justt like you do with all those wimps at Eastport." Jamie gagged, howling with revulsion as Gary's fat cock stretched her lips and pushed her jaws wide apart. She tried to jerk her head away, but the boys held her so tightly that she could barely move a muscle. There was nothing Jamie could do as Gary pushed his fat, filthy cock over her tongue and into the warm, wet cavity of her mouth. "Look at the silly little bitch take cock!" Gary shouted happily, pulling Jamie' s head forward by her ears and pumping his hips at her face as though he was fucking a cunt instead of a mouth. "She loves it! I told you guys that all these Eastport cunts were nothing but slutty whores!" Gary gritted his teeth with pleasure as he held Jamie's head in place and spitted her beautiful face on the long, fat length of his prick. Her lips were stretched obscenely around the huge girth of his cock. Her throat worked convulsively in a vain, desperate effort to expel the inches of wrist-thick fuck-rod he was pushing down her gullet. Gary drove relentlessly forward, feeding her all ten inches of his massive prick. By the time his balls were draped over her pretty chin Jamie was gagging and thrashing wildly. Her face was turning white with shock. "None of those little Eastport assholes have pricks like that, do they, Jamie- slut?" Pat Funt, another of the senior cadets asked. He was tall and blond and good-looking, and as he spoke, he flopped out a rock-hard cock that was every bit as long as Gary's. "And you're never going to forget the fucking I'm going to give you with this big baby!" Pat and Gary winked at each other as Pat dropped to his knees behind the bowed, beautiful cheerleader. They glanced at a couple of the other boys who had been in on the original plan to nab and train the sexy little slut. So far the plan was working perfectly. Ever since school had started in the fall, Jamie Shields had been swinging her hot little ass across'the Academy's campus. She always wore the tightest, sexiest clothes, never wore bras, and swuug her ass as though she wanted to give every boy in the school the world's biggest hard-on. Next week the Academy was going to Eastport in a big football game, and that had given Gary, Pat and a few others the excuse they had needed to jump her sexy ass and make her pay for all the teasing she'd been doing. There wasn't a single dog among the Eastport cheerleaders, but the beautiful sophomore was easily the pick of the litter. Jamie had the most beautiful face most of the boys at the Academy had ever seen. Her eyes were huge almonds, her cheeks sohigh and perfect that she could have been a fashion model. Her lips were so full and sensual that every boy Gary had talked to admitted that his fondest dream was to stick his cock between them. Jamie had a perfect, coltish teenage body. Her legs were her best feature. Her thighs were full and creamy and fmely muscles. Her calves were perfectly turned, perfectl? shaped. Even her ankles and feet were flawless. But if Jamie's legs were her best feature, her ass wasn't far behind. Jamie was a very thin girl, but her ass was a mound of firm, creamy flesh. It swept out beautifully from the long, shapely pillars of her legs, then swept back in to a waist that was long and narrow. Jamie's tits weren't huge, but for a girl as slender as she was, they were bigger than average. But the size of Jamie's tits wasn't what was remarkable about them. Their shape was. Jamie's tIts were perfect, upthrust cones. They stood out from her chest like firm little torpedoes, so perky that they seemed to beg to be taken into a man's hand or mouth, to be crushed together around a hard-thrusting cock. Her nipples were pink, always erect and over an inch long. Now she was trapped on her hands and knees in a space no more than six feet wide. Her black hair was disheveled. Her cheerleading sweater was pulled up under her arms, baring her long, lean torso and her pert tits. There were boys pushing their knees into her forearms and calves, making her tremble with agony. There was a huge cock spitting her face, stretching her lips wide. Jamie squlrined and twisted frantically against the boys who held her, writhing in a hopeless, sexy escape attempt. She was gagging and gasping for breath. Her face was pale and she was crying her eyes out. She was still the hottest-looking bitch any of the boys had ever seen. "That's it, Jamie-whore," Pat said, flipping her short cheerleading skirt up over her creamy haunches and then ripping off her panties. "Keep shaking that sexy little ass and you'll be fucking fine before you know it." Jamie screamed around the throat-clogging girth of Gary's huge prick when she felt the first pressure of Pat's cock-head against the pink lips of her pussy. She thrashed like a madwoman, almost throwing off the boys who crushed her arms and legs to the ground. She arched her back and swung her lush ass in every direction, but there was nothing she could do to escape Pat's big cock. Finally he pounded his fist into the small of her back so hard that for an instant Jamie was paralyzed. And in that moment Pat fucked his fat cock inside her. "I'm a virgin!" Jamie screamed around the fat sausage of Gary's cock. "Please don't-oh no! Oh no! Oh no! What are you doing!" Pat closed his eyes against the pleasure of Jamie's super tight, super hot cunt. His cock was bigger than the tiny pink mouth of her pussy, and as he pushed his fat cock-head inside her petal-like cunt-lips they stretched almost to the point of tearing. Jamie was a tall girl, but her cunt was tiny, virginal. Pat had fucked no more than three inches of his cock into Jamie's tiny cunt when he hit the fleshy wall of her cherry. It didn't stop him. Jamie stopped thrashing when Pat tore her cherry to shreds. At first it felt as though it was stretching. Then it gave way with a rush, and something hot and wet filled Jamie's tiny cunt. When she realized it was her virgin blood, she almost passed out. Jamie had denied nice boys who really liked her, determined to save herself for the man she was going to marry. Now her virginity had been ripped away in a back alley by a vicious military cadet. Pat dug his strong hands into Jamie's silky hips and fucked his cock in. It was like a fucking a hot, greasy latex glove. Jamie might be trembling like an injured deer, her fine muscles drawn tight as bow strings, her creamy skin dotted with gooseflesh and her beautiful face pale as if she were dying, but her cunt was reacting as though it loved everything his big cock was doing to it. Pat backed out a couple inches and thrust into her again, stretching the tight elastic walls of her pussy. Jamie gasped and shivered as though she were dying. Pat rabbit-fucked her with short, hard strokes until her tight, tiny pussy was taking every inch he had to give. Gary was fucking her mouth with just as much vigor as Pat was fucking her cunt. He bludgeoned his fat prick back and forth through the restrictve tunnel of her throat, delighting in the way her gagging made it constrict around the fat stalk. Jamie's mouth was filled with spit, and her saliva ran back down Gary's long, hard fuck-pole in sparkling rivers. She was swallowing convulsively in a vain attempt to clear her mouth of the spit, and every time she did, her tongue rubbed over the sensitive underside of Gary's cock. He knew that he was going to cum very soon. "Lick it, trashy bitch!" he shouted, pulling back until his huge, spit slicked cock-head was resting against Jamie's lush lips. "Lick that big ugly prick! Lick it and kiss it and make it spit all over your nasty little face!" Jamie gasped for air, gasped with pain, too, each time Pat's rock-hard cock fucked inside her tiny cunt. She looked up at Gary with a sick despair, hoping that he wouldn't make her take so active a part in her own desecration. Her mouth was aiready chalky with the cool, slimy taste of his fuck-lube. The taste of pre-cum, and the fleshy, bland taste of his cock were aiready making it a struggle for her to keep from vomiting. "Get to it, Jamie-slut," he said with a smirk when he saw her pleading stare, "or I'm going to smash up that trampy face until it's not so pretty anymore." Gary smashed his fists down on top of Jamie's head to prove that he was serious. He beat her until she was weaving from side to side, dizzy and almost unconscious from the repeated blows. Jamie wished she could pass out to escape the brutal fucking Pat was giving her and the disgusting task of licking and kissing Gary's cock. But after a dozen blows Gary stopped hitting her and slapped his heavy, spit soaked cock back against her cheek. "You ready to kiss it now, you little slut?" another of the boys asked her. Jamie thought his name was Wayne. He was pulling on her long, stiil nipples until she thought he was going to tear them off her body. "Come on, baby whore, stick out your pretty pink tongue and lick all over that big, fat cock-head!" Jamie cried uncontrollably, but she stuck her tongue out between her full lips and brushed it over the blood-red, slimy head of Gary's prick. Gary moaned with p-jon as Jamie licked up the cool, sticky pre-cum from around his piss slit. He angled his cock so that it crossed the bridge of Jamie's nose, and when the trembling beauty ran her tongue over the underside of his cock, he almost came. "Kiss it, Jamie-bitch," he said, plopping his fat cock-head right against her lips. "Give it a French kiss, you dirty little cheerleader slut!" Jamie ran her tongue all over the bulging cock-head, then pursed her sexy lips and gave the fat crown a lingering wet kiss. She teased her tongue over the deep cleft of Gary's pissslit, tasting his fuck-lube as it leaked from the tiny hole. And as she kissed the fat head, she sucked on it gently, applying suction to just the tip of the jerking prick. "Where'd you learn how to do that, you dirty cunt?" Gary asked, twisting his hands in Jamie's silky hair and pressing her face into his crotch. "Such a dirty little slut. I'm going to cum all over your slutty little face. Who wants next shot at the tramp's scummy little mouth?" A moment later Jamie felt the first hot, slimy blast of jism against her full pouting lips. Cum spurted into her mouth, painting her soft pink tongue a dirty shade of silver. Cum frosted her lips like lipstick. Cum dripped down from her chin in long, stringy strands. "All right, Gary!" Pat shouted, and he fucked Jamie more brutally than ever, swing his hips from side to side to plunge his savaging cock into her from different angles. "Get ready for some more, you sleazy little cock-tease! I'm going to cream your stuck-up little cunt!" Gary gushed cum against Jamie's lips, filling her mouth and soiling her beautiful face. His cock was jerking wildly with each powerful discharge, and on the third blast it jerked up and away from her lips. Jamie recoiled in shame and disgust as Gary's cum-spewing cock sprayed fuck-slime right up her nose. The next blast glued Jamie's right eye shut and left fat globs of cum hanging from her long, dark lashes. Cum drooled down her cheeks and rolled down the sides of her nose. Jamie coughed on the jism that had shot up her nose, and half her mouthful of cum poured out between her moistly parted lips. "Dirty slut!" Pat cried gleefully. He leaned down over Jamie's bowed back and pounded his cock into her. "Dirty, sleazy, slimy cunt! That's all you've ever been, Jamie! And now you're going to learn your fucking place!" Jamie grunted with each brutal jab of Pat's long cock. He was wrecking her tiny cunt, ripping through the ragged remnants of her cherry and stretching the tiny pocket of her pussy until it tore with the strain. Her cunt was filled with blood and pussy-cream, as her inexperienced young body tried desperately to cope with the massive cock that was rutting inside her. Pat stirred the broth with every grinding, powerful thrust, crushing Jamie's slim young body beneath his brutally humping frame. "I'm going to shoot!" Pat screamed grabbing Jamie's pert tits and smashing them flat against her chest. He looped his powerful legs around her silky thighs and pounded her svelte young body with short, brutal fuck-strokes. "The cheerleader slut's got the world's tightest fucking pussy! I'm going to wet it down with its first cum shower!" Jamie's lean, sultry body bnckled with Pat's weight and the overwhelming assault of his rapid fucking. Her face slid down over the stalk of Gary's cock, and his last drops of jism left silver stains in her dark, lustrous hair. Gary wiped his cock clean in ber bair, and as soon as he moved away, another boy dropped down in front of her to take his place. "No!" Jamie screamed, shaking her head as the boy pulled her up by her hair. "Please pull out! Pat, please, I'll do anything, but please don't cum inside my pussy! Please don’t make me have a baby!" Jamie had dreamed about the day she would give up her cherry to the man she married. Already that dream was shattered, pierced and ruined by Pat's long, spearing cock. Now he was going to cum and pollute her pristine body with his filthy cock-slime. The boys had violated her at both ends aiready, and now Pat was going to contammate her with his slimy, disgusting fuck-filth. He was going to squirt billions of his sperm up inside her and any one of them could make her pregnant. "Fuck on it, Jamie!" Pat shouted, gnawing on the back of her neck until he drew blood, pulling and smashing her tits until they were almost numb with pain. "Roll some sweet jism around in your dirty little pussy!" Pat fucked her faster and harder yet, his muscular ass a blur as he rocked her slim, sexy frame with savage fuck-strokes. His cock was moving no more than a few inches back and forth inside her battered cunt, and the friction he was getting from her stretched, skin-tight cunt was bringing his cum boiling up from his balls. "You love it, Jamie!" he gasped, hugging her svelte young body so tight against his own that the beautiful cheerleader could barely breathe. "You're nothing but a cock-loving slut! Cunts like you, they need fucking and hurting! Then they cum and cum and cum! You're getting excited now, Jamie-whore! I can feel it inside your scummy little cunt!" Jamie screamed in disgust at Pat's words, then screamed in horror as his jism exploded inside her tiny, grasping cunt. Her pussy felt rubbed raw by the rapid friction of his long prick. She could feel his jism squirting up inside her womb. She felt as though she had been polluted with some deadly toxic waste. Pat's jism was so hot and slimy that Jamie's sleek young body shook with disgust. Her cunt felt like a sponge, soaking up every drop of Pat's horrible fuck filth. Jamie cried in revulsion, wishing desperately that there was some way she could stop her pussy from drinking down his tainted seed. Hoping against hope that it would not make a baby up inside her. But hope disappeared when she realized that there were more boys waiting to squirt her full of sperm, and that there was nothing she could do to stop the fact she was soon going to be swimming in sperm. But suddenly she was trembling with another feeling. Her clit had been rubbed too hard for too long for Jamie not to feel something. Burning pleasure spiked through her brutallzed cunt as Pat's bubbling-hot jism filled her up. Jamie couldn't keep her sweet young ass from jerking back against Pat's hard-thrusting cock. She couldn't stop her pale pink pussy-lips from quivering around the thick, thrusting stalk of rock- hard fuck-flesh. A glut of sticky pussy-cream rolled down her trembling, luscious thighs. The pleasure was so sudden and unexpected that before Jamie could stop herself she was gasping with lust and bucking her hips from side to side in a frenzied bump and grind. "The cheerleader slut's getting off!" one of the boys shouted. Jamie glanced around and saw dozens of leering, lusting faces-and dozens of hard, dripping cocks. The boy who had taken Gary's place jerked her face around and rubbed his leaking cock all over her pert nose and full lips. Jamie's beautiful face was afready plastered with jism, and she barely noticed the new coat of fuck-lube the boy was laying on. His cock wasn't half the size of Gary's, and when he stuffed his prick-head between her lips Jamie sucked him to the roots with ease. She even squirined her lips around the crinkled bag of his balls, almost popping one inside her mouth alongside the boy's cock. Pat's hard stomach slapped against her lush ass with loud smacking noises. Boys gathered around, making lewd comments about the way Jamie's sexy, creamy ass, and long, lean thighs shuddered the impact. They mocked her for bucking back against Pat's brutal fuck-lunges. They laughed at the gooey mix of blood and cum and cunt-cream that soaked Pat's cock, that dripped from the wide-stretched lips of Jamie's stearning pussy. Pat pulled out of Jamie's cunt and almost ran around to her face. The other boy pulled his cock out of her mouth so that Pat could plunge his sloppy prick betweenJamie's open lips. Five inches of Pat's tacky cock were inside her mouth before the dazed beauty knew what was happening. She gagged then, and tried to pull her mouth off the filthy, disgusting spear of flesh, but it was,far too late. Pat plunged his cock all the way down Jamie's tight little throat, choking her, filling her mouth with the gooey mix of blood, pussy- juice, and jism that coated his prick. Another boy dropped to his knees behind her, plunging his seven-inch cock fully into Jamie's rapidiy shrinking pussy in one, swift, sure stroke. Jamie sagged forward, gasping with pain. Suddenly the taste of Pat's cock didn't seem so awful. She sucked it lovingly. The knowledge that his prick was soaked with her virgin blood and pussy-slime still made Jamie's stomach roil with disgust, but the renewed friction against her wriggling clit fogged her head and made her sweet young body burn with passion. She licked and sucked every drop of flick-filth off his huge, throat-clogging prick. And then the other boy was back, and Jamie lathered his cock with her pink tongue and squirined her lips up and down his skinny cock-shaft. Her cheeks hollowed as she applied suction to his thin, stiff cock. She washed his prick with her spit, swirling her slobber into a tiny whirlpool around the hard rod of his cock. Jamie bucked and twisted against the boy who was flicking her cunt. His cock was nowhere near as big as Pat's, and he was far less expert in its use, but Jamie was on fire now, and she squeezed her battered pussy against the plunging shaft while she swung her ass in a sexy wringing motion. "She loves it," one of the boys shouted. He jerked one of Jamie's hands out from under her, and she almost fell. Another boy did the same on her other side, and Jamie had to crouch back on her knees and bounce against the cock that was fucking her pussy. "The dirty little whore loves getting gang- banged! She's getting off thinking about taking us all on!" "She's got the slutty little body to do it," the other boy said. They clamped Jamie's delicate, long-fingered hands around their throbbing cocks. "With that creamy ass and those sexy little tits, she could turn on a corpse!" "And we've got the cocks," the boy fucking her said, groaning with delight as she bounced up and down on his stiff prick. "Two hundred big, hard pricks, all waiting to fuck the shit out of a prick-teasing Eastport gutter-slut." Jamie moaned with shame and passion as the boys talked about her and cursed her and fucked her helpless, beautiful body. She felt degraded beyond measure by the way her body was responding to the boys' brutal gang-fuck. But she was also squirining with sexual excitement, and she was nearing the first orgasm of her life. Just as certain as she was that she would soon have a baby up inside her, she was also certain that she was soon going to be cumming while they raped her. She was totally helpless to stop either thing from happening. CHAPTER TWO The two boys Jamie was beating off and the one she was sucking came at almost the same instant. The boys she was masturbating edged forward on their knees so they could hose down her beautiful face with the their gluey fuckslime. Jamie passively swallowed the cum the third boy was pumping down her throat, almost savoring the taste of jism as it rolled over her waiting tongue. Her ravaged, innocent cunt felt as though it was being pierced with a hot iron, but her clit was buzzing and her crotch was sticky with pussy-cream. She gagged at the meaty taste of cock and the salty, slimy, hot taste of cum, but she washed it around her mouth and smacked her lips on it as though she had never tasted anything more delicious. She wanted to cringe back away from the wet slapping of jism on her face, but she also rubbed the cocks that were plastering her all over her cheeks and chin and nose. The brutal, degrading gang-bang was shattering her sexy body and innocent mind with its pain and humiliation. But it was also turning her on. By the time the three boys pulled away, Jamie's face was dripping with dirty jism. It washed down over her cheeks and dribbled from the point of her chin. Spit-tainted jism drooled from the corners of Jamie's sexy mouth. Jism streaked her hair and crossed her forehead and rolled down her throat in sticky rivers. "Cumming!" the boy fucking his cock up her cunt moaned, locking his hands around Jamie's narrow waist and yanking her back on his jerking cock. He filled her up with his cock-sliine. "The little bitch is tight! The little bitch is hot! Fucking cunt is making me cum!" Jamie shrieked with pain and pleasure as her tiny pussy filled up with fuck- cream. The jism seemed to boil all the way up inside her stomach. Her cunt- lips contracted wildly around the base of his thrusting prick, and her clit vibrated as a tiny orgasm crested inside her. "Oh!" Jamie gasped, her beautiful, cumstained face wide-eyed and dreamy with pleasure. "Oh! Oh, what are you doing to me? Please! No! Please, I can’t be…No! Please! Oh God! I don’t want to like…No! It’s awful, it ’s wrong! OOOHHHHH!" "The slut's getting off," a boy said, dropping to his knees in front of her and pulling her face up by twin handfuls of her hair. "This cheerleader's as hot as a firecracker! Fuck, she's having more fun than we are!" Jamie moaned with pleasure and shame at the boy's scornful words. A moment later he reduced her cries to muffled whimpers by shoving the fat head of his stubby cock between her cum-stained lips. More boys dropped down on either side of her, lifting her jism-slick hands and fitting them around their hard cocks. Jamie jerked and sucked without having to be told. She knew what she was supposed to do. Suddeuly her face was yanked off the cock she was sucking and twisted painfully back around over her shoulder. A new boy was kneeling behind her, and the ravaged cheerleader cried out in fear when she saw him. It was David Huntz, the biggest, meanest boy at the Academy. He had asked Jamie out before, even put his huge, rough hands on her sexy ass and pert young tits. Jamie had been terrified of him for months. Now he was kneeling between her legs, and her vulnerable cunt was just inches from the head of his massive, foot-long cock. "Do you like it, Jamie?" Dave asked, waving his big cock around behind her. "You know you're a whore, Jamie. Stuck-up little high-class cheerleader, and here you are getting off while a bunch of guys fuck you in an alley. Back in the old days armies had camp whores, and that's just what you are lorus." Dave grabbed Jamie's asscheeks and pulled them wide apart, revealing the tiny pink bud of her asshole. The sight of it almost hypnotized him. If her cunt was tighter than most girl's assholes, then how tight would her shitter be? Dave decided he was going to find out. "Fuckers!" Jamie muttered, staring back over her shoulder like a surly shet. "I don't care what you do to me, I still hate you! And Eastport's still going to kick your asses this week!" "You might hate us," David said with a small, mean grin, "but you like getting fucked, and like getting hurt. And that means you're going to just love this." "Noooooo!" Jamie wailed when she felt the gigantic head of Dave's cock press against the tiny bud of her asshole. "No, you've got the wrong hole! No, Dave, no!" Jamie thrashed in terror at the thought of Dave's monstrous cock splitting her tiny shitter open. She bucked like a wild, unbroken filly, arching her back and twisting her supple, slender body. There was no way she could escape the punishing advance of Dave's huge cock against her tight virgin asshole. Boys rushed in to help the big cadet. They grabbed Jamie's ankies and calves and thighs, lifting her knees from the ground and stretching her legs out so far to her sides that the terrified young beauty thought she was going to be broken apart like a wishbone. They wrapped arms around her slender torso to keep her from twisting free and fought for the right to grab vicious, nalldigging handholds on her proud, bouncy tits. They jerked her arms out straight to either side, three boys holding each arm. Boys held her by her shoulders, throat, ears and hair. Jamie was held off the ground, unable to move in any way. Five or six boys helped Dave by pulling Jamie's asscheeks wide apart. They pulled so hard on the creamy half moons that Jamie thought they were going to tear her asscheeks apart. She cried out at the pain, tears coursing down through the tacky jism that crusted her beautiful face. The boys just laughed at her pitiful pleading. The boys Jamie had been sucking and beating off crowded back around her face, smearing their dripping, rock-hard cocks all over her cheeks, nose, lips, and chin. Other boys were rubbing their cocks over her long, sexy legs. Boys were even dragging their slimy pricks over her slender arms and ribs. The very worst assault was the one Dave was committing on her tiny shitter. Jamie couldn't move at all. Her ass was spread as far apart as it would go, but Dave wasn't using a drop of lubrication, and even if he had, his massive cock was far too big for Jamie's tiny, virgin shitchute. The tiny mouth of her asshole resisted desperately against the invasion of Dave's huge cock- head, but slowly the tiny ring of muscle began to give way. "Love it, don't you, Jamie?" Dave hissed, paddling her ass with one hand while he guided his monstrous cock into her tiny shitter with the other. "Now you're not a virgin anywhere, you hotssed little cunt. Tell us how much you fucking love it." "Slow!" Jamie cried desperately, her big eyes alight with pain and fear. "Please, slow! Easy, Dave! Please! I'll try to make it good for you, Dave! Just please, please go slow!" The boys laughed at her, called her filthy names and bragged about the way they were fucking the stuck-up little Eastport beauty queen. A cock jerked against the small of her back, and Jamie cringed as ropes of burnng jism striped her spine. Another boy lost his load against her arm, soaking the crook of her elbow with slimy fuck-juice. Jamie pleaded with the big cadet who was fucking her asshole, her begging punctuated by pain-filled screams as the tiny rings of muscle inside her asshole gave way and tore loose under the inhuman assault they were being subjected to. Jamie almost passed out when Dave's gigantic prick-head popped fully inside her asshole. It felt as though she were shitting out a baseball bat. But this baseball bat was impossibly, horribly, being shoved inside her, not sliding out! A boy lost his load against her face, and Jamie almost welcomed the sticky slide of jism over her nose and cheeks. Anything that could take her attention off the unnatural impalement of her young body seemed like relief to the paindrenched cheerleader. Jism dripped from the tip of her nose and rolled into her mouth. The boy smacked her elegant face with his cock as he fouled her features, The cock- beating hurt, but it was nothing compared to what was happening to her tiny shitter. "Now you're going to get it!" Dave gasped, locking his huge hands around her shapely hips. "Get ready for a ride, bitch! I hope I don't mess you up too bad!" "Slow!" Jamie cried, squirming against the brutal handholds of almost fifty boys. "Please, Dave! Slow! Please, slow!" He didn't go slow. The boys were chanting for Dave to fuck her, to do his huge-cocked, brutal best to ruin her tiny shit-chute. Dave grinned and nodded, then stabbed his big prick deep into the tiny tunnel of Jamie's shitter. It was like nothing Jamie had ever felt before. Dave's huge cock tore her tiny asshole apart. Inch after inch of hugely thick fuck-meat plunged up her tight asshole, tearing loose her ass muscles, spreading the tiny chute wider than it had ever been meant to go. It felt to Jamie as though a new hole were being drilled in her body. Her shitter was tearing and the sharp agony of her ass hole being split sent lightning bolts of agony shooting up her back and down her long, slender legs. She broke into a sweat even though the day was cold, and she twisted madly against the grips of the boys who were holding her. Dave clenched his eyes shut against the exquisite pleasure Jamie's tiny, constricted shitter was giving him. Her asshute was so tight and so hot that he was already close to cumming. He plunged his cock into her little shitter until his heavy balls smacked against the pink lips of her pussy. By the time he pulled back out, it took every bit of control he had to keep from blowing his load inside her. Jamie gasped for air like a fish out of water, her body trembling and slick with sweat as Dave buried a foot of arm-thick cock up her tiny, torn shitter. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't move. Pain flared up her spine and through her stomach and down her creamy soft inner thighs. A boy splashed her face with his gooey jism, but Jamie didn't even flinch. Every bit of her awareness was concentrated on her spread shitter, and the huge cock that was making it burst at its seams. The boys screamed and cheered when Dave pulled his cock back out of Jamie's wounded asshole. His prick was smeared with shit and dripping with blood. He laughed along with the others and fucked it back inside her. "Slow! " she cried hopelessly, her voice almost inaudible over her ragged gasping. "Dave, please, slow! Go slow-ahhhhhh! Slow!" "Hurts, doesn't it?" Dave asked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he stabbed his ruining cock through the tatters of Jamie's asshole. "But you stiil like it, you stuck-up, cheerleading slut! Cunts like you spend their whole fucking lives waiting for some man to put you to work doing what you were fucking made for!" "Hurts, Dave!" Jamie moaned in a tiny voice. "Hurts bad! Please go easy! Please slow down!" Dave laughed and fucked Jamie even harder, thrusting his cock through her tattered shitter like a hard-striking piston. The wet tug and pull of her asschute on his enornous cock was pulling him qulckiy toward orgasm, but he was too excited to slow down. Jamie's shitter was damp with blood and sweat and fuck-lube, and the added lubrication made the fucking easier and more enjoyable for the big cadet. Things weren't getting any easier for Jamie, though. Every thrust of Dave's cock into her shredded asshole felt like the running of a white-hot poker through her tender body. She could hw the wet plunging noises that were coming from her asshole with every stroke of Dave's massive cock, and she knew that he had torn her open. Even the terrifying knowledge that she'd been fucked bloody on his huge cock was nothing compared to the continued pain of having his prick fuck deep inside her bowels. Jamie's lean, sinuous body writhed in the hands that held her above the floor. Her big brown eyes were glazed, and her mouth hung limply open. Boys pelted her face with their jism, and it drooled down over her perfect features in a shifting wave of dirty white. Her sexy, rounded asscheeks flexed against the hands that held them spread wide, and her asshole dialated and relaxed around the jabbing stalk of Dave's big cock. Her creamy white skin was bathed in glistening sweat. Every muscle in her lean, sexy body trembled. She was being overwhelmed by the ass-fuck, and she was starting to lose control of her body. "Dave!" she cried breathlessly, feeling the fist-sized head of his cock reach almost to her chest with every punishing thrust. "Cum inside me, Dave! Please cum! Hurting me bad, Dave! You're hurting me so bad!" "You love it, gutter-slut!" Dave growled, fucking her shitter with his cock, making her sexy asscheeks bounce with every ruining thru5t. "You're the kind of whore who'll love every-thing we do to you." Jamie whimpered with shame and pain-because Dave was right. She felt paralyzed from the cock-torture Dave was giving her, but her cunt was still twitching and bubbling, and even her torn, bloody ass was starting to feel hot and itchy with the slide of Dave's prick. Her injured asshole began to twist and tug on Dave's hard ramming cock. Contracting her shitter around his monstrous cock made the pain a thousand times worse, but Jamie couldn't stop it. "Drop the whore!" Dave bellowed, pounding his fist so powerfully into the small of Jamie's back that the world spun around her. "I'm cumming!" The other boys released Jamie, letting her fall to the hard ground. Dave followed her down, pinning her to the ground with his cock. He dug his hands under her and closed his fists around her pert, pretty tits. Then he used her tits for handles, pulling her back against his brutalizing cock in perfect tempo with his powerful fuck-thrusts. Jamie couldn't beg Dave anymore. She couldn't scream. All she could do was lie passively beneath him. She was hardly conscious at all, cock- beaten almost to the point of insensibility. Dave pulled her against him by her perky tits, then pushed her back with his ass-savaging fuck-strokes. Jamie twitched and trembled beneath him, her sexy, supple body bathed in sweat. Another orgasm made her cunt leak and twitch, but the only outward sign was a long, dreamy moan and a slight rippling of her hips. And then Dave filled her shit-chute with jism. Jamie screamed, but her voice was so weak that the boys made fun of her. She squirmed, but she was like a fly caught in a web. Dave's jism burning into her torn asshole like liquld fire. Jamie felt more dirty, more degraded than she ever had as he administered a fuck-slime enema. When Dave pulled his huge cock from Jamie's wrecked shitter, cum and blood began to pour out of the torn, stretched hole. The boys laughed and made jokes, and Jamie trembled in pain, fear, and shame. When Dave came around to her face and showed her his cock, she cried at the bloody, shit-streaked mess she saw. But when he rubbed it over her face, cleaning his cock, another tiny orgasm rippled through her. This time her hips bounced off the ground, her sexy ass wiggling up invitingly at the boys. Cum dripped from her cunt and asshole. More drooled from her parted lips. Blood drooled from her cunt, asshole, and mouth, too. The next boy who reached her turned her over onto her back before he slid his long, skinny cock inside her cunt. He grabbed Jamie's long, sexy legs and forced them up until they rested on the floor on either side of her head. Boys knelt beside her on both sides and took turns spearing their fat cocks into her open mouth. The innocent young beauty was taking on three boys at once again, and everywhere she looked there were more lusting boys waiting to be serviced, more hard, dripping cocks waiting to pump their loads into and onto her sultry little body. The boy fucking her cunt smashed her pert tits together and sucked on both her long, stiff nipples at the same time. He bit the spiky nubs of flesh until Jamie thought he was going to tear them off. At the same time he was drumming his long cock inside her sloppy, twice-fucked cunt. Jamie whined in pain as he rabbit-fucked the little cunt-hole, but before long she was urging her ass up off the floor to meet his rapid stroking. The boys kneeling beside her turned her head in first one direction and then the other. Spit mixed with pre-cum slopped down over Jamie's tacky cheeks as the boys took turns spearing their cocks into her wet, warm mouth. When one of the boys had his cock out of her mouth he would drag it all over her pretty, scummy face, rubbing the spit and pre-cum and drying jism into a frothy paste on her features. Jamie let them use her mouth anyway they wanted to. She was too tired to fight them. Jamie realized that she was going to have to satisfy the lust of every boy at the Academy. She didn't think she could survive the task, but just the thought of trying mixed an unwanted burst of lust in with her fear and pain and shame. The boy fucking her cunt was the first to cum, and he shot a load that filled Jamiee's drenched pussy to the brim. Blast after blast of gooey, hot jism exploded inside her tiny, ravaged cunt, and Jamie grunted at the force with which it exploded inside her. The boy stuffed almost one whole tit inside his mouth while he soaked her pussy, biting down on the tender, creamy flesh and jerking his head from side to side until Jamie shook with pain. The boy -on her left side was the first of the two guys she was sucking to cum. The other boy didn't seem to want to be left behind, and he jerked his cock like a madman until he was spurting too. Jamie's already-dirtied face all but disappeared under a blizzard of jism. It filled her open mouth and trickied into her ears and made her long, straight nose look like a ski slope. More boys fucked her while she was on her back. At one time Jamie was servicing seven boys at once, a cock buried in her cunt, three boys surrounding her face, two hard cocks filling her hands, and a boy straddling her chest, fucking his cock between her firm, creamy tits. It was the boy fucking her tits who made Jamie cum. There was something about the way his hard, hot cock slid between her crushed tits that seemed incredibly sexy. When his fuck-lube slicked down the soft tunnel of her cleavage, Jamie couldn't keep herself from trembling with desire. And when his cock started spitting cum, striping the crease between her tits with gluey lines of white, a powerful climax shook the sexy cheerleader's sultry young body. The thought that a man could cum just touching her pretty tits was too much for the dark-haired beauty to stand. By the time twenty more boys had fucked her mouth and cunt and ass and tits, Jamie was barely conscious. Sometimes it seemed to her that she must be dreaming everything that was happening. But when Gary had the cadets force her to squat and ride cocks. Jamie knew how terribly real everything was that was happening to her. Jamie had already been fucked to the point of exhaustion. Squatting like a catcher, being forced to bounce up and down on the stiff, spearing cock of a boy lying comfortably beneath her, was almost more than she could stand. The boy's cock seemed to stab even deeper inside her in her new position, and the tired muscles in her long, sexy legs burned with pain at every grinding bounce she executed on the stiff pole of fuck-flesh. Boys circled around her, sticking their cocks into her scummy, pretty face. While Jamie bounced on the cock in her cunt, three more cocks took turns probing her tight throat and two more hot, slimy pricks filled her hands. Jism rained down on her from the boys who stood around her. It splattered her face, tits, and shoulders, and ran down her flawless back and flat, shuddering belly in greasy white rivers. Boys shot their cum in her hair and onto her trembling, overworked legs. Boys shot their cum into her waiting mouth until Jamie couldn't swallow anymore, and it bubbled back out over her lips in a sheet of silvery stickiness. The boy fucking her cunt came, showering her drenched pussy with another load of jism. The boy who took his place fucked his cock up her ravaged little asshole. Jamie jiggled and convulsed in agony as she rode the boy's hard cock. An endless supply of hardocked boys marched up to take their turns sticking their cocks down her throat and into her hands. Before long Jamie's fingers were webbed together with cum and her mouth was coated with gummy, drying jism. Jamie wasn't certain what was happening when two boys wiggled underneath her. There were four cocks poking over her dirty face, two more in her hands, and three more wrapped in her shining black hair, so she didn't have much chance to see what they were doing. She knew instantly, though, when she felt the hard push of their pricks up against her asshole and pussy. Jamie cried, her tears making tracks through the deep coat of cum the boys had painted her with. She didn't beg, though, knowing that the boys wouldn't care what she wanted. She was nothing more than an animal to them, a beautiful fuck toy to satisfy any perverted desire they might have. - As far as the boys were concerned, she only existed for their pleasure. Her only purpose was to service their cocks and take their abuse. And after the long afternoon of brutal mob rape, Jamie was beginning to wonder if they might not be right. The two cocks tore through her body like a single, huge cock. Jamie felt as though her two battered fuck-holes were being torn open, turned into one big cavity at the bottom of her sexy body. She felt stufted full of cock. She could feel the two cocks rubbing against each other through the thin wall of flesh that separated her cunt from her asshole. It was that friction that made the svelte young beauty squirm with pleasure, that made her gyrate her hips and bounce her ass with more energy than she thought she had left. Mter the two boys filled her sodden fuckholes with their cum, Jamie toppled onto her side. The boys tried to get her back up, but the muscles in her long, sexy legs were so knotted that she couldn't even stand. There were still boys with hard cocks, though, and so they took turns fucking her as she drifted through a daze of lust and pain. Jamie was double-fucked five more times as she lay on her side. Five more boys fucked her throat, laughing and joking at the way her lips blubbered around their thick fuck-meat and their cum slid from her slack mouth. A couple more boys fucked her tits, and other boys jacked off all over her svelte body. By the time they were finished, they had fucked the beautiful cheerleader unconscious. "Cther around her," Gary said at last, as the gorgeous young girl twitched and whimpered in a pool of cum. "Time to wake the hot-assed little tramp up and get down to business." While the boys lined up around Jamie's limp, sultry body, Gary watched her with satisfaction. Cuin slithered from her wide-spread asshole and cunt. Clotted, drying jism slipped from her open mouth. Her slender, sexy body was stained with so much cum that she looked as though she had been painted in dirty silver. Her cunt was red and swollen, her nipples so hard and dark that they looked like raspberries. Her tits and lips were swollen with lust, and her cunt and shitter flexed and qulvered even empty of thrusting cock. Her hips continued to gyrate in random. sexy movements. "Gentlemen," Pat said with a grin, winking at Gary, "start your engines." The first row of boys started pissing on Jamie. CHAPTER THREE Jamie came awake drowning. At first she thought the boys had decided to throw her in Luce Park Lake and kill her. She flapped her arms and legs frantically, trying to swim to safety. Then she realized what was really happening, and she wished they had just drowned her. They were pissing on her. Twenty boys were standing around her in a circle, and there were dozens more holding their cocks in their hands, waiting for their turns. The streams of piss were hitting her everywhere. They splashed over her tits, forining a qulckly rushing piss river through her silky cleavage. They soaked her hair, matting her lustrous black tresses flat against her head. They tattoed her between the qulvering lips of her pussy, filling her cunt more full of burning, piss than it had been of jism. Gummy clots of cum washed out of her pussy. Piss splashed into the crack of her ass, burning the stretched, torn mouth of her pulverized shitter. Piss filled the tiny cup of her navel and made the creamy skin of her leg and flanks and stomach sparkle wetly. Boys pissed on her hands and feet and arms and neck. Every inch of her gorgeous young body was soaked with piss. But the worst was the piss that hit her in her face. Jamie gagged on the mouthfuls of piss that gushed into her open mouth. Her eyes burned at the piss that splashed into her eyes. She couldn't even draw a breath because of the piss that flowed up her nose. At least ten of the boys who surrounded her were aiming their streams of piss at her beautiful, upturned face. Their combined streams of piss hit the gorgeous cheerleader with the force of a firehose blast. The piss quickly washed away the crusted cum that painted the teenager's sexy young body. As the second rank of boys stepped up to take their turns, Jamie's lean, sinuous body was clean of jism and glistening with piss. She looked like a sexy water nymph, soaking wet from the sea. Only the awful smell and the look of sickened humiliation on Jamie's face would have revealed that she was being drenched in piss, not water. Jamie could barely comprehend what was happening to her. They were pissing on her, pissing on her like she was nothing but a filthy toilet, an open sewer, a fucked-out whore who would let her customers do anything for a twenty dollar fee. The bys pissing on her showed Jamie what they really thought of her, what she really represented to them. Then her cunt began to get hot. "Stop!" she gasped, still gagging on the piss that flooded into her open mouth. "Stop it, you lousy bastards! You can't do this to me! I'll get you all!" "Shut up, slut!" Gary shouted, and suddenly he pounced on her, wrapping her piss-soaked hair in his powerful hands and slamming her head against the ground. "Open up your mouth, you hot-assed little cunt! Open up your mouth, cheerleader, I'm going to piss down your cocksucking throat!" He pounded Jamie's head into the pissmuddied ground a dozen times, making the world tilt wildly and dark spots dance in front of Jamie's eyes. Then he stuffed his cock between her swollen lips and started hosing his piss down her throat. "You've got a lot of things to learn, Jamie slut!" Gary growled, filling her stomach with his burning piss. "They teach us tactics in our school, and they teach us about how to break the enemy! You're the fucking enemy, bitch, and we're going to use your slutty little ass in our plans! We're going to win that fucking foot-ball game this week, and you're fucking going to help us! Understand?" Jamie nodded her head frantically, choking on the strong stream of piss Gary was squirting down her throat. For some reason her battered pussy was squlrming and her clit was buzzing with excitement. Without warning, Pat plunged his cock inside the tiny, swollen mouth and started pissing. A climax ripped its way through Jamie's sleek young body, making her thrash and tremble. "We're going to break your pissy little ass," Pat said with a sniirk, emptying his bladder inside Jamie's tortured pussy. "And then we're going to train you to do a little job for us. We ean't brain-wash you, because an air-headed cheerleading slut like you probably doesn't have a brain, so we're going to pussy-wash you instead!" Jamie choked on piss. Piss sizzled its way into her torn, wounded pussy. Then Dave dropped onto the ground and fucked his huge cock up her shitter. When he started pissing up her asshole, Jamie nearly went out of her mind. "We're going to fuck you up so bad you won't even recognize yourself. whore," he said, fucking his cock deeper up her asshole while he force-fed her a piss enema. "You still think you're a high-class little piece of ass, but we're going to change all that shit. By the time we're fucking done with you you'll know you're nothing but a cheap, piece of shit whore. We're going to mark your ass for life, you stuck-up gutter-slut." Jamie cried, thrashing and twisting between the three evil cadets. These were the leaders, the popular seniors who must have planned her kidnapping and assault. She knew the other kids would go along with whatever these three told them to do. Their piss filled her mouth and cunt and asshole, burning her and drenching her and turning her on. Jamie's lean, sexy body twisted and hunched on the two cocks that were spewing piss up her fuck-holes. Her mouth milked Gary's pissing cock until her flat little tummy felt bloated with his waste. But she couldn't seem to stop cumming as they filled her helpless young body with their piss. The boys could see her excitement and they mocked her for it, mak ing her feel more degraded-and more excited- than ever. When they had finished, piss was running from her cunt and asshole. Piss dripped from her lips, too, and Jamie kept her mouth open, expecting the last few boys to take their turns pissing on or in her lovely, soiled body. Instead Gary yanked her hands above her head and Pat tied a leather leash around them. Dave grabbed the end and began to pull her through the alley. Jamie tried to crawl, but each time she managed to make it to her hands and knees one of the boys would kick her back down. After a few tries she was too beaten and exhausted to do anything but let herself be pulled along after the big cadet. The other guys followed, dancing around Jamie's twisting body. They kicked her and spit on her. Some of the boys jacked off on her, and the boys who hadn't gotten a chance to piss on her in the alley washed the fresh cum away with stinning streams of urine. The boys tore away the few scraps of her cheerleader outfit that still clung to her sleek, sexy body. A couple of the boys pulled out their belts and striped Jamie's perfect, creamy ass with lines of fiery red. Jamie whimpered in pain, jerking her ass from side to side in a desperate attempt to escape the brutal whipping. A few of the boys even kicked her in the head, as though they wanted to kick her to death. Dave dragged Jamie into one of the campus buildings. The beaten young beauty tried to get up when she saw him dragging her toward the stairs, but one of the boys kicked her hands out from under her, and another planted his foot on her sexy ass and flattened her on the floor. A moment later Dave yanked her onto the stair-case, and Jamie tumbled helplessly down. The boys laughed and cheered as Jamie bounced down the steep staircase. Dave stepped out of her way and let her fall almost to the bottom. It was only two steps from the landing that the sexy young cheerleader pulled up short, and that was because she had reached the end of her leash. The leather bit into her wrists until they bled, and the sudden, painful jerking of her arms and shoulders was almost worse than the battering fall down the stairs. Dave pulled her down the second staircase just as he had the first. By the time Jamie hit the floor of the basement she was barely conscious. Her svelte young body was so full of pain that even breathing made her cry with agony. When she saw what was waiting for her in the darkened basement, she cried with fear as well. The boys had constructed a torture chamber, and Jamie could see that she was to be its first victim. There were whips and paddies on the wall, branding irons in a dark metal heater, leather and rubber clothing hanging on hooks. There were other things in the room that Jamie didn't even recognize, but everything looked dangerous, everything looked as though it had been designed to inflict pain on the body and break the spirit. "Please!" she whispered, staring up at the leering faces that surrounded her. "Please, I'll be good! I'll your good little whore!" "Who the fuck wants you?" Pat said with a manIacal laugh. "You don't know how to fuck, you don't know how to suck-shit, cheerleader, you don't know how to do shit! About the only thing you're good for is getting pissed on, and we've already done that!" "The rest of you guys head out," Gary said, walking to a strangely altered exercise bike and making some adjustments. "Me and Pat and Dave will hook her up and take the first shift. We don't want to attract any fucking attention. Does everybody know when their shifts are?" The rest of the boys nodded and began to shuffle from the room. For long moments Jamie lay still and stunned on the floor, until all the boys except Dave, Gary, and Pat were gone. Then Pat had locked the basement door. For some reason Jamie was more frightened than ever to be alone with just these three. She began to cry helplessly as she looked up into their evil faces. When Pat walked toward her with one of the rubber outfits from the wall, she could contain her fear no longer. "I'll be yours," she said, her voice cracking."You guys can do anything to me you want. I'll be your girlfriend.. . I'll be your whore for as long as you want . I promise I will. Just please let me go. Please don't hurt me." "Put this on," Pat said, throwing the rubber outfit in her face. "I'm going to time you, and every niinute it takes you to squeeze your slutty little bod into that baby means ten lhes when you're done taking your first lesson." Dave unfastened the strap that held Jamie's hands together, and the three older boys watched while the beautiful sophomore cheerleader pulled on the shameful rubber costume. It took all the energy Jamie had just to roll to her knees and unfold the black rubber outfit. When she slipped her foot into the right leg of the outfit and realized how hard it was going to be to put it on, she cried like a baby. Jamie was a slender, tiny girl, but the rubber jumpsuit was half her size. The rubber was so thin that it molded to every bump and contour on her sexy body. It was so tight that it made Jamie think she might smother if she put it on. It took every ounce of strength she had to pull it up her long, lean legs. By the time she had stretched it painfully around her lush, creamy thighs, Jamie collapsed on the floor, completely exhausted. "Three minutes," Pat said with a disappointed sigh. "You've got a long way to go, piss-drinker." The crotch of the leather suit was slit, revealing the swollen pink lips of Jamie's cunt and the tight, dark crevice of her ass. Jamie's slender arms trembled with the effort of pulling the skintight rubber up over her full, sexy ass. She squirmed over the floor like a sexy snake. She looked like some lewd exotic danger, twisting and jerking her sexy little body across the cold basement floor. "She's perfect," Gary said, jerking on his long, hard cock. "Look at those pretty little tits. Every fucking jock at that stupid school will cum all over himself trying to get at her." "Fuck that," Pat said as Jamie pulled the rubber slowly and painfully up her torso. "The little slut's got the best ass I've ever seen. And those legs are unbelievable. They'll fuck her until they can't stand up, much less play a fucking football game." Pulling the rubber suit over her tits was the most painful part of all. The rubber crushed her perky tits, flattened them against her chest and spread them until they looked like two soft, comfortable pillows. There were holes for her nipples, and with her tits crushed so cruelly by the tight rubber, the tiny nubs of flesh swelled and throbbed. Her nipples spiked out unbelievably hard and long. Pat leaned over and pinched them until Jamie squirmed with pain and cried for him to stop. He just pinched them harder, then checked his watch. "Six minutes, Jamie-bitch," he said with a shake of his head. "That means sixty lashes. Shit, you're not going to have any skin left on that sweet little ass by the time I'm done with you." "Whore, you've got a lot of proving to do!" Dave growled as Jamie pulled the rubber over her arms and onto her shoulders. She almost broke her wrist zipping it up her back. "Far as I'm concerned, you've got little-girl tits, a stuck-up face, and a scrawny body! And you don't know how to fuck or suck worth a shit! You better shape up fucking fast, or there's not going to be any of you fucking left by the time the game rolls around!" Jamie collapsed on the floor, the rubber suit finally on. The three cadets gathered close around her. "Shit," Dave said, raspy-voiced with lust. "Look at the bitch now." Every line and curve of Jamie's sleek, sexy body was molded by the rubber suit. Her long, lean legs, full, curvy ass, hourglass waist, and high, proud tit s all looked as though they had been coated in a thin layer of shining black paint. The plump bulge of her pussy jutted obscenely through the tight rubber. Even the way the exhausted, sexy cheerleader moved, her svelte body writhing slowly, sinuously with pain and fatigue, added to the sexiness of what the boys were seeing. Each of them was tempted to call the other boys back in and let the gangbang continue. A bitch as sexy as Jamie needed constant fucking. But there was something else she needed too, and that was training. Dave grabbed her by a handful of her hair and hauled her roughiy to her feet. CHAPTER FOUR "No!" Jamie moaned, too tired to scream at the pain that burned through her scalp. "Please don't make me do anything right now! Let me rest for just a second! Please! Just a second and then I'll do whatever you want!" "Move your ass, you lazy whore!" Dave growled, pulling her to her feet and then throwing her stomach-down over the bicycle that sat in the middle of the room. "Let's strap the slut down and let her get to work! I'm about ready to hit the sack!" Jamie gasped when she saw what was sticking out of the seat of the bicycle. There were two huge dildos, shaped exactly like hard, ugly male cocks, each one at least a foot long. Just leaning on the seat made the dildos thrust up and down slowly. Jamie could see the mechanism under the seat that pistoned the dildos up and down. It was activated by pressure on the seat, and Jamie knew that pedaling the bike would cause the dlldos to plunge up and down at lightning speed. She didn't have time to see anything else before the three big cadets grabbed her and pulled her leg over the side of the bike. Jamie struggled desperately, urging her fucked-out, worn-out body to frantic motion in a vain attempt to escape the horror the boys had planned for her. It was no use. In moments she felt the two huge dildos splitting open her swollen fuckholes. Dave and Gary pulled her down to the base of the seat, filling her asshole and cunt with the fat rubber cocks. "Please, guys!" Jamie moaned, her voice cracking. "You've got to let me go sometime! I won't tell anybody about what you did, I promise! Just please don't do this! I can't take any more of this!" "You're going to take a hell of a lot more of this," Pat said with a smirk. "And your parents aren't expecting you for a couple days. I conned one of your dumb slut friends into saying you were staying over at her house." Cold terror froze Jamie. The idea that she would be at the mercy of the boys for several days was almost more than she could stand. The cocks speared so deep inside her body that Jamie couldn't keep from squirming, trying to ease the terrible pressure they exerted on her already battered fuck-holes. The foot-long pole that skewered her pussy pressed harshly against her cervix, stretched her swollen, beaten cunt to the very limits of its elasticity. The ten-inch dildo that clogged her asshole made her asscheeks feel as though they were being pulled apart, and made her legs feel as though they were no longer joined to the same body. She could feel the fat rubber head of the dildo pushing deep inside her asshole, making her bend forward over the bike in a desperate effort to relieve the pressure. "Hurts!" she whimpered, looking in vain for some sign of sympathy from one of the boys. "Hurts so bad!" "Now for the fun part," Gary said. He clipped a huge, sharp-edged alligator clip on each of Jamie's fat, hard nipples, letting the cruel metal teeth bite deep into her tender flesh. Jamie screamed as she watched the steel jaws indent her sensitive nipple-flesh. A tiny drop of blood oozed from the hard nubbins of flesh. The pain was so bad that Jamie thought her nipples had been ruined, torn from her firm, pretty tits forever. "No! Gary! No, please no!" Jamie screamed in terror as Gary ran a finger between her swollen pink cunt-lips. "Not there, Gary! Please don't! Oh damn you, don't do this!" It was too late. Gary let the clip snap shut on her clit and Jamie's world exploded in a haze of agony. She twisted and thrashed on the bicycle, causing the twin dildos to fuck brutally into her pussy and asshole. She grabbed for the clips on her nipples, ready to tear them off in spite of the terrible punishment she knew would follow, but Pat stepped in and caught her wrists. Jamie fought so savagely that Dave had to step in to help him, and between them, they fit Jamie's hands into two hard rubber gloves they had molded to the handles of the bike. They snapped catches around her wrist, and the luscious young cheerleader howled in almost animal frustration at not being able to move her hands. When they strapped her feet to the pedals, Jamie screeched like a banshee, maddened by her pain and humiliation. "Turn on the switches, guys," Gary said, checking the bicycle and the other equipment like a general inspecting his troops. "The game's simple, Jamie- slut. There's a certain speed you need to pedal that bike at. When you pedal it that fast you'll get fucked. When you pedal it slower you'll get hurt. We already saw what a in-heat little whore you are, so this should be an easy decision to make. And in the morning we'll come and let you loose. Shoot, that's only ten hours away." "No, Gary!" Jamie cried, her voice shaking, tears running down her beautiful young face. "Please don't do this to me!" "The faster you go, the faster the dildos will fuck you," Gary said, obviously proud of his work. Dave flipped a switch and Jamie felt a faint tickling in her cunt and asshole. "And the faster they'll vibrate. They'll have a sleazy whore like you creaming all over the place in no time." Jamie squirmed uncomfortably on the two huge prods. Even though the two monster dildos were hurting her terribly, deeply violating her tenderized fuck- holes, her cunt was beginning to get hot, her shit-chute beginning to feel tingly. Jamie felt so ashamed of herself that she wanted to die. "The faster you bike, the harder the chains attached to the clips on your nipples and clit will pull," Gary said with a shrug. "I guess that might hurt some, but it'll hurt a lot more if you go slow. Show her why, Pat." Pat flipped a switch. Jamie tried to scream. She couldn't. She couldn't breathe or scream or move. All she could do was shake like a spastic, drool like an imbecile, gurgle like a baby. A huge charge of electricity jolted her sleek young body, making her bounce on the bike like a frenzied dancer. It felt as though her nipples and clit were being burned away. The pain from the clips was still there, still grinding and piercing and horrible, but it was nothing compared to the lightning bolts of raw electric current that were shooting through her slender young body through the metal clips. Jamie was too dazed to fully understand what was happening, but she knew the only thing she had to. With a force of will she would never have thought she had, she forced her numb legs to push the pedals. Jamie screamed with sudden pleasure as the two huge dildos began to thrust deep inside her cunt and asshole. They vibrated more power-fully, massaging the injured flesh of her fuckholes until it felt as if every inch of h er insides was tingling. Jamie pedaled faster and faster determined to drive away the kllling bolts of electricity. The muscles in her shapely, slender legs were already exhausted. Every push of the pedals made deep, aching pain settle more heavily on them. But Jamie knew she had to pedal as fast as she could. She was certain that much more of the electrical current would kill her. The chains that connected the nipple and clit clamps to the generator began to contract and loosen in time to her pedaling, and Jamie sighed with pain as they pulled her sex flesh brutally tight. The sight of her nipples being pulled out to over three inches long made Jamie sick. She was glad she couldn't see how far her tiny pink clit was being dragged. The dildos in her cunt and ass were plunging up and ownwith ruthless, brutal precision. They rocked her body, sent thundering shock waves of pain rumbling through her slender frame. Jamie grunted with each powerful impact of the twin probes inside her. But they vibrated faster too, and the electrical massage they gave her was making Jamie undulate in sensual pleasure. Her hips bucked back and forth in short, quick fucking motions. Every once in a while her ass would rotate in a wide, slow circle, as if savoring every inch of dildo she had shoved up inside her. Her cunt was filling with pussy-cream, and much as it shamed her, there was nothing Jamie could do to stop it. The three male cadets watched in lusting wonder as Jamie's slender, athletic body labored to pedal the bike fast enough to keep her from being shocked. The rubber-bound beauty was gyrating over the bike like some sleek, sexy snake. Her sexy legs seemed longer than ever as she pedaled the bike. Her tits stretched with her nipples as the clamps pulled them taut, seeming bigger and pointier than ever. Gary stooped down and turned on a series of heaters that surrounded the bike, then nodded to Pat to flip the switch that would complete Jamie's torture. "That rubber's going to be good and hot," Gary said, stepping back as Pat flipped the last switch. "With you working so hard to keep the bike going, you should get toasty real quick. These heaters are just to make sure you don't catch a chill." Jamie moaned in misery. Her young body was already bathed in sweat beneath the skintight rubber she was wearing. Now hot air assailed her from every side, making it hard to breathe, hard to move. Sweat poured down her beautiful face in fast-moving rivers. "This last part is mine," Pat said. Jamie barely heard his words through the horrible misery she was feeling. "It's not as sophisticated as Gary's stuff, but my dad's a plumber, and I learned a little bit from him." Jamie turned her wide, frightened eyes toward the pipe that jutted toward her face from the ceiling. She had ignored it until now. But now she knew what it was for. When she heard a toilet flushing deep inside the building, she whimpered like a badly punished dog. "Here it comes," Pat said with a giggle. Jamie cringed and tried to duck to one side, but there was nothing she could do to escape the rush of toilet water that came blasting out of the pipe. It splahed into her upturned face, then cascaded down over her sultry, rubber- clad body. The water was tinted yellow and smelled terrible, and a soaked wad of toilet paper smacked Jamie right across the bridge of her nose. A moment later another toilet flushed. This time there were dark clods of shit mixed in with the yellow waste water. Jamie retched uncontrollably as she was pelted with brown turds. One hit her right cheek and another landed in her hair, seeming to take forever to slide out and fall down her back. Jamie cried bitterly, but a shudder of passion tickled through her willowy body. "You love it, cow!" Gary snarled. He picked up another dildo, one even bigger than the two that were punching into her body, and held it up in front of her. "Just this one last thing, Jamie. Hold this big rubber prick in yur mouth. If it's on the fucking floor in the morning, you're going to stay on this bike until you fucking croak!" "You can hold onto it," Dave said with a laugh as Gary stuffed it into her mouth. "You look just like a little bitch doggy, holding a bone in your mouth." "The only bone she wants," Pat said, slapping Jamie so hard that she almost passed out. "Get your exercise, you doggy slut. We'll be back for you in the morning. Maybe!" The boys laughed and each one of them stepped up in front of her and slapped Jamie hard across the face, then back-handed her, causing the helpless teenage victim’s head to snap first one way and then another. Finally Gary punched her hard in the forehead, then Pat did the same. Jamie was barely conscious when they filed out of the basement. Then Jamie was alone, strapped to the torture bike, fucking herself with two huge, vibrating dildos while she held a third in her mouth. She began her first night of torture and bondage as a slave of the Rener Military Academy. As she heard the door slam, she thought again of the gallons of sperm they had squirted up into her unprotected womb and wondered if she was pregnant and if she was, would she ever know whose baby she would have. CHAPTER FIVE Jamie whimpered and pedaled faster. Her cunt was clutching around the pumping dildo that pierced it. Her pussy-juice drenched the seat of the bike and dripped onto the floor beneath her. The tiny, savaged mouth of her asshole sucked and winked around the fat stalk of the dildo that was spiking through it, working in harmony with Jamie's pussy as she rushed faster and faster toward her climax. "Mmmmmm!" Jamie moaned around the fat stalk of rubber cock that filled her mouth. "Mmmmm... ohhhh-ah! Ah! Ah!" Jamie's pussy felt like so much shredded meat. Her asshole felt stretched wide enough to drive a truck through. The muscles in her long, sexy legs were knotting and cramping with the effort of pedaling the bike. It was hard for the exhausted young beauty to keep from passing out from pure exhaustion. But her lust was driving her on, fueling her beaten, ravished body with enough energy to keep on going. "Ah! Ah! Oooooh!" Jamiee's eyes rolled and her head lolled in slow, lazy circles on her shoulders. "Oh! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhh!" The clips were tearing her nipples and clit, stretching them so far that Jamie didn't believe they would ever be the same. Her nipples were pulled out over four inches. Her clit was yanked even farther. She would have sold her soul for a drink of water. Her body was bathed in sweat. She squished as she moved from the quarts of sweat the skintight rubber suit had trapped against her hard-working body. "Aaagggghhhhh!" Jamie screamed as the orgasm hit her. Her sleek body writhed and twisted against the bonds that held it in place. "Eeeeyyyyaaa!" She twisted and squirmed against the bike, her lean, sexy body going rigid as the shock waves of ecstasy overcame the worst of the pain she was feeling. For an instant she stood up straight in the bike, her flawless body trembling and taut with orgasm, her nipples and clit pulled impossibly far and her arms and legs straining against the cuffs that held them in place. It wasn't until the electricity hit her that Jamie realized she had stopped pedaling the bike. She screamed as lightning bolts of agony shot through the clips that cut into her nipples and clit. Her teeth chattered against the dildo she was holding in her mouth. Spit from her watering mouth poured from the corners of her lips. Her body trembled more powerfully than ever, shaking with the high voltage shock she was receiving. But her orgasm kept on building. Jamie screamed like a dying woman around the huge rubber dildo, shaking her head from side to side as though in a frantic effort to deny the climax that was mushrooming inside her sexy body, the pain that was flowering through her every cell. She tried to pump the pedals, but the muscles in her shapely legs had turned to mush. She fell forward over the handlebars, gurgling and drooling as the electricity flooded through her. The dildos slowed their thrusting inside her cunt, but the voltage that poured through her body made her shake up and down on the probes as if she was engaged in the world's wildest fuck. Jamie couldn't stop cununing. The pain was blinding her. Her heart was beating so loud that she could hear it thundering in her ears. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't control her arms or legs or head. But she was climaxing again and again and again. Her slippery pussy-cream poured down over the rubber cock that speared deep inside her. Before long the seat of the bike was drenched with her cunt-cream. Her pussy-juices flowed down over the sides of the hard rubber platform like an obscene sex fountain, splattering to the floor below. Her cunt milked the slowing dildo for every last inch of thrust, every last buzz of vibration. Her asshole contracted around the dildo that pierced it until the pain from her shit-chute was almost equal to that of the electricity which danced through her svelte young body. A toilet flushed above her and an explosion of toilet water splashed into Jamie's face. Soiled toilet paper slapped her beautiful face, and a fat brown turd landed on her right shoulder. Jamie screamed her way through another orgasm. The electricity burned her nipples and clit like open fires. Even the splashing waves of her pussy-cream couldn't put out the blaze that was blistering her tortured little clit. Through a haze of pain and lust Jamie realized that she had to start pedaling again. Much more of the electricity might kill her. And she had to have the dildos pumping inside her, had to feel the delicious vibrations they sent shooting up through her pain-drenched pussy and asshole. Slowly, her lean body trembling with the flow of electricity and the strain of working her exhausted muscles, Jamie began to pedal. The first hard thrust of the rubber cocks inside her cunt and shitter started her cumming again. Jamie lost track of how many times she cliinaxed. After a while her orgasms began to blur together. At one point during what Jamie's dazed young thought 'night have been the early morning, her legs stopped working. The muscles had just frozen up. At first there had been a deep, painful burning through her lush thighs and long, lean calves. Then Jamie hadn't been able to straighten her legs. Finally she could see the muscles jumping and bunching visibly beneath her creamy, silky skin. Mter that they had stopped working. And Jamie found out what real torture was all about. Gary and the others hadn't told her that after a while the dildos would start vibrating and pumping again, or that the chains would start stretching her nipples and clit once more. But after she had endured the steady beat of electricity through her broken, sexy body for a full fifteen minutes, that was exactly what happened. Jamie didn't have the energy to scream as the huge rubber cocks started churning and buzzing inside her cunt and asshole. She whimpered when the chains pulled taut on her nipples and clit, but she didn't even raise her head from her chest. She came again, though, splattering her pussyeam all over the soaked seat of the bike. With each passing moment the dildos fucked harder and faster into her cunt and asshole. Their vibrating increased until Jamie's fuckholes were burning unbearably with the friction. The chains hooked to her nipples and clit pulled harder than ever. Her sexy young body jerked and trembled atop the torture bike. She was bathed in her own sweat, the rubber suit so full of fluid in places that it was bagging out away from her svelte young body. As another orgasm blasted its way through her devastated, paralyzed body, Jamie began to pass out. Just as she was beginning to fade out, though, a toilet flushed and another load of pissy water exploded into her beautiful face. Jamie coughed and choked and climaxed, lost in a world of agonized lust. Then she dropped the dildo from between her teeth. Jamie cried out bitterly at the loss of the dildo. She had held onto it faithful ly, dperate not to give Gary and the others any further reason to mistreat her sexy little body. Now all her work had gone for nothing. Orgasm after orgasm shattered the beautiful cheerleaders bound body. The electricity made her jerk and shudder like a badly controlled puppet. The twin dildos fucked her cunt and shitter until blood dripped down onto the seat of the bike. Her nipples and clit pulled down onto the seat of the bike. Her nipples and clit pulled almost six inches under the unrelenting pressure of the chains. Piss and shit and toilet water flushed down on her perfect face, soiling her elegant features and staining her rubber jumpsuit. Mter a few hours, Jamie's slim, sultry body hung motionless over the handlebars, fucked and tortured insensible by the sex bike. She whimpered in shame the first time the electrical current teased her piss from her body. After that she was beyond shame, beyond anything except the pain and the climaxes. Finally her body was numb, her cunt and asshole fucked so swollen that she couldn't feel anything, her body so used to the electricity that she barely noticed it. The fmal torture was the heat that smothered her and stole the moisture from her body. Even after she had become numb to everything else that was happenlng to her, the heat continued to punish her sexy body, continued to force her swollen cunt through painful, boiling orgasms. By the time morning came and the boys came in to get her Jamie was unconscious. Her eyes were still open, glazed and staring, but she was no longer aware of anything that was happening. Her svelte, sweat-drenched body shivered and shuddered with the constant flow of electricity. The savage pumpmg of the twin dildos bounced her off the bike seat. Her legs and arms swung limply, and her head lolled on her shoulders. "Stupid slut!" Pat screamed. He pulled a whip down from the wall and lashed it across Jamie's rubber-clad ass. "You dropped the fucking dildo, cheer-bitch! And you made a fucking mess of the whole fucking basement!" Jamie didn't react to the bite of the whip, even when Pat used a knife to rip the rubber suit open and whipped her bare, sweaty ass. Dave cut the rest of the rubber suit off her limp body as Gary switched off the bike. Quarts of trapped sweat gushed out of the cut rubber, splashing all over everything. "Fuck!" Dave shouted as the wash of sweat splattered over his shoes. He tore the last of the suit away and pulled the clips off Jamie's nipples and clit . "Shit, Gary, this bike really fucked the cheerleader up!" He pulled Jamie off the bike and tossed her on the floor. Pat lashed her across her stomach and tits a few times, then stopped as Gary joined them to look down on the prostrate beauty. Jamie had lost at least ten pounds during her night of sexual torment. The rubber suit, the heat, and the frenzied activitiy of pedaling the bike to fuck herself had drained Jamie's sleek body of every extra ounce of moisture. She had looked like a fine racing horse before, a thoroughbred of a girl with lines as sleek and sexy as any the boys had ever seen before. Mter her night on the bike, though, she looked like a beast of the jungle, a panther or leopard driven wild by hunger and operating on pure instinct. Her creamy skin sparkled with her sweat, her ribs made clear ridges in her silky flesh and her stomach was a sucked in little cavity that seemed hardly to be there at all. The dildos beating her agonized pussy and asshole had changed them as well. The last traces of Jamie's petal-pink cunt were gone. That pristine hole had been replaced by a slash of blood-red, the cunt-lips swollen and peeled back, the inner lips iniky with pussy-cream. The mouth of Jamie's cunt spasmed, as though searching desperately for another cock to fill it. Her pinched, stretched clit peeked out between the fat red lips of her cunt like a questing worm. Jamie's asshole was no longer pinhole-tight and virgin pink. Instead it was spread wide enough for a man to easily shove his cock up it to the hilt. The ring of her asshole was infiamedasbrightaredasthelipsofherpussy, and there was a wet, inviting look to the stretched pucker. The changes made her more beautiful than ever. Her tits looked bigger, her ass fuller, her legs even longer and more perfectly shaped. Her nipples, which had been long before, had been turned into long spikes by the night of stretching. Everying that had made Jamie irresistably sexy before seemed to have been magnified ten times by her night of torture. Dave jerked Jamie's arms high above her head and pressed her hands together. The dark-haired beauty moaned, then squirmed weakly, but gave no other sign of being aware of what was happening to her. Dave snapped a strange pair of cuffs on her thumbs, and the unconscious cheerleader cried out in pain. The cuffs were stainiess steel, and they trapped her by the bases of her thumbs. They also locked her thumbs next to each other. It wasn't until Dave snapped a metal leash to them and dragged Jamie several feet across the floor that she seemed to become aware of what was happening. "Oh no!" she whimpered, life coming slowly back to her eyes as she looked up at the three evil cadets. She had been sure she was going to die on the terrible sex bike, or that she was going to wake up from the worst nightmare she had ever had. "You're killing me! You've got to stop! Got to!" "Shut up!" Gary shouted, grabbing a big brown turd up off the floor and smashing it into Jamie's pretty pale face. "You couldn't hold onto the fucking dildo, could you, you worthless slut? Shit, you couldn't even keep the bike going, you lazy bitch! The electrical bill's going to be high as hell!" Jamie gagged repeatedly as Gary smeared the big gooey turd all over her beautiful face. He forced his fmgers between her lips and shoved shit into her mouth, and it took every ounce of will power the sexy girl possessed to keep from vomiting all over herself. The taste of shit was so raw and earthy and disgusting that it made her empty stomach churn and her dazed mind teeter on the brink of insanity. "Hey, that looks like fun," Pat said with a cruel little laugh, and grabbed a turd off the floor and pushed it into Jamie's already shitcaked face. He used his fmgers to work shit into her ears and nostrils. "Hoist her up, Dave. I'm in a hurry to give the slut the whipping I owe her from last night." She would have begged for mercy if she could have, but her mouth was filled by Gary's wiggling, shit-caked fingers. The muscular cadet had managed to cram four of his fingers into Jamie's warm mouth, and now he was wiping the shit from his hand off on her tongue. At the same time Pat was smearing shit through her eyebrows and her long black hair. He laughed as Jamie cried at the way he was polluting her long, silky hair. "Up, up, and away," Dave said, and Jamie discovered yet again that she had yet to experience all the varieties of pain the boys could show her She tried to scramble to her feet as the pressure on her thumbs and hands grew from painful to intolerable, as the bite of the cuffs turned from pinching to ripping. Pat and Gary laughed at her pitiful struggling, and kicked her feet out from under her every time she began to get her balance. By slow degrees Dave hauled her up, first to a sitting position, then to her knees, and finally to her feet and tiptoes. "Please, please, please!" Jamie mumbled, her mouth thick with shit, her nose clogged with shit, her lovely young body soiled and hurt and exhausted in so many ways that she wondered if she hadn't died and been sent to some especially dreadful hell. Her long, lean body was laced with agony. Now she was standing on her toes, trying to stretch her body as far as it would go. Her long, beautiful legs trembled as she tried to support her weight on them. Her face turned white from the terrible strain of being strung up by her thumbs like a side of beef. "Please what, Jamie-whore?" Pat asked, uncoiling the whip on the basement floor. "Please whip your sexy ass until it bleeds?” Then he snapped his wrist, and Jamie began to learn what pain was really all about. CHAPTER SIX The first lash burned across her soft ass. Jamie cried in pain, weaving from side to side on her toes and almost falling over. Bright red welts rose on her ass almost instantly. The second lash tore across the small of her back, and the third curled around her lush right thigh. The fourth scored her ass again, crossing the tender skin with lines of red, making the firm flesh bounce and jiggle lewdly. "Look at that sweet ass shake," Dave said with a coarse laugh, pulling another whip down from the wail. "You'd think it was a bowl of jelly the way it's jiggling now." Jamie burned with shame as well as pain. The scorn the boys treated her with, the way they mocked her and treated her like a whore, was almost worse than the torture and rape they visited on her defenseless young body. But it excited her too, and in spite of all her pain and exhaustion, in spite of the brutal beating Pat was giving her, her hurt pussy began to squirm. Jamie closed her eyes and tried to will away the sluttish ticklings of lust that were creeping through her cruelly bound body. The whip Dave pulled from the wall was a long, cruel-looking bullwhip. He snapped it agai the air once, then thrashed Jamie's satiny flat stomach. The heavy whip bit into her stomach then curled around her soft, creamy side. "The slut's doing a pretty good job of shakin her pointy little tits, too," Pat said with a smirk, lashing her full asscheeks over and over again. "Do a dance for us, Jamie-whore! Show us what a hot fucking cunt you are." The svelte beauty squirmed and thrashed at the end of her chains, writhing in a desperate, useless effort to escape the torture the boys were giving her. Her creamy ass was criss-crossed with angry red welts. Her upper thighs and lower back were streaked with red, too. Pat laid ten quick strokes across her shoulder blades, as though noticing that he had neglected her upper back for the first time. By the time he was finished Jamie was delirious with agony, wondering vacantly if someone had set her on fire. Dave stepped in front of her and began playing the bullwhip out against the front of her body. He popped the end of the big whip against Jamie's pert right tit, and the bound, beautiful cheerleader shrieked with anguish. Dave laughed at the iunocent girl's suffering and slapped her with the bullwhip again and again, slicing her tender, creamy flesh with the biting leather strap. Mter a few minutes Jamie's sweet young body was a battleground of welts and bruises. Dave wrapped his vicious whip around her slender calves, circling them with welts and made Jamie look as if she was wearing anklets. Pat curled the slender strands of the cat around her creamy inner thighs, hitting her lush upper legs until the soft flesh trembled. More than once the strands of the cat caught the soft pink lips of Jamie's swollen, sore pussy. The pain when that happened turned Jamie's slender, shapely legs to jello, made her dangle at the end of her thumb locks like a hung woman. Dave was even more brutal with his bullwhip than Pat was with the cat. He hit her tits dozens of times with no regard for the damage he might be doing them. He didn't even stop when every slash of the big strap of leather made drops of blood splatter onto the cold basement floor And he took a special delight in whipping Jamie's soft, flat belly. But the time five minutes had passed her stomach was a solid mass of bright red. Pat whipped her ass the way Dave whipped her stomach, striping her firm, bouncy asscheeks until they were livid red and dripping blood. He whipped her upper thighs even harder, and took great delight in curling the cat around her hips and stinging her plump pussy mound. He whipped her lean, flawless back until it looked like a crazy road map. He even flayed the long, slender lengths of Jamie's arms, laying a track of welts from her tender white armpits to her elegant, slender fingers. It was Dave who whipped her face. Even Gary gasped with surprise at the unbelievable cruelty of slashing the brutal bullwhip across the trapped beauty's cheek. Dave took their shock as encouragement and hit Jamie's face several more times. Jamie screamed in hellish agony at each blow, whipping her face from side to side in a maddened attempt to save her face from further torture. She was certain that Dave was slicing away her flesh with the terrible, vicious blows. The pain was so wicked that it seemed the very muscles of her face had been torn from the bone. By the time Dave was fmished whipping her face, Jamie teetered uncertainly on her toes, more unconscious than awake. Her skin was a brutalized patchwork of welts. Even her face was bruised and reddened form the bite of the whips. It felt to the weary young slave that she had been dipped in acid, that some awful corrosive was eating into every bit of her soft skin. Then Dave stared aiming the bullwhip at her cunt. "No!" Jamie gasped, her voice little more than a whisper, her eyes fluttering closed and her slender, sexy body doing a sensuous dance on the end of the chains that held her spread so vuinerably. "Not there!" "Everywhere," Pat said, and swung his arm up underhand, bringing the wicked strands of the cat dancing up between Jamie's silky, quivering legs. Pain exploded through the cheerleader's ravaged cunt. It was as though a wild cat had used its claws to rip at the mouth of her pussy. Several of the strands had flipped right between her swollen, blood-red cunt-lips and had scored the heated inner flesh of her pussy. Jamie's legs slipped out from under her and her full weight swung from the fiendish thumb-cuffs. The pain that shot through her hands was nothing compared to the liquid agony that was pouring through her pussy. Dave swung his whip with pin point accuracy. Bomb bursts of pain exploded against both of her swollen, tortured nipples. Then the narrow tip of the bullwhip smacked squarely against her stretched, raw clit. "Bastards!" Jamie shrieked, her wide brown eyes rolling back, spit spraying from her lips as she convulsed in demented anguish. "Aggghhhh! You dirty bastards! Agggghhh!" Her cunt was flexing uncontrollably. Her lithe, sexy body was twisting and thrashing through a series of spastic convulsions. Jamie's head swung wildly on her shoulders, her eyes unfocused, her mouth slack and drooling. Piss squirted from her pussy in a strong yellow stream, soaking her creamy inner thighs and splattering on the floor beneath her. Cunt-juice poured out in desperate defense of her pussy, drooling from her peeled-back slit like spit from a mouth, painting her blood-red pussy-lips a milky white and sliding down over her trembling, piss-slick thighs. Jamie thought she might be dying. The pain was incredible. Dave hit her, and then Pat hit her, and then Dave hit her again. Back and forth they went, one drawing his whip back while the other lashed her pussy. Jamie knew that if they beat her for very much longer she was going to die. But a part of her wanted them to keep beating her forever. Slowly, hesitantly, she spread her legs wide. Taking the last of her weight off her feet made crushing pain run through her hands and arms, but that didn't matter to the broken, bound beauty. Her thumbs could rip off for all she cared. Her pussy was important, and her ass and tits and mouth. Her thumbs didn't mafler at all, except to help her get a better grip on a cock when a boy wanted her to beat him off. "Shit, the sleazy little slut's getting off on it!" Dave's cock was so long and hard that it looked like it was going to explode. He swung his whip up against Jamie's brutalized cunt with all the strength his big arm possessed. "The tramp's cumming from getting her ass whipped off!" "The tramp's cumming," Jamie muttered in agreement, nodding her head with insane, pain-fueled glee. "The tramp's cumming for her big, sweet men." Jamie bent her knees, drawing her feet up to her ass and spreading her thighs as far apart as she could. She looked impossibly sexy covered in welts and dangling in midair. Dave and Pat swung their whips as hard as they could, pounding the gorgeous cheerleader's pussy with their vicious leather straps. Time after time the whips cut their way dlreetly into the spread mouth of her cunt, bruising and tearing at the super-sensitive skin inside her pussy. The first time the killing strands of the cat kissed her clit Jamie started curnining. She was beyond even shame now. The pain, lust and degradation of the past day had reduced her to the point where shame had no meaning. '4Hit me again!" she moaned, her eyes glazed, her beautiful, bruised face full of ecstasy. "Beat the whore harder! Beat the slut's cunt until it bleeds!" Dave lashed her across her chest until her pert, fat-nippled tits were flattened against her chest. Pat played the cat over her swollen pussy as though he was trying to tear it from her slender, squirming body. Jamie turned her pain-dazed eyes toward Gary, who was standing apart, his arms crossed, a smug smirk on his rough face. "Why aren't you whipping me?" she cried, spit dribbling from her lush lips. "Are you too good to beat the trash? Don't you want to see how it feels to whip a slut until she can't stand up? Why aren't you whipping me too?" "Fuck it!" Dave growled, stomping toward the hanging, beaten beauty. "I'm going to fucking cum all over myself if I don't get a piece of this sleazy whore's ass!" CHAPTER SEVEN Jamie screamed as Dave grabbed her welted thighs in his hands and forced her to wrap her long, lush legs around his big ass. She screamed again when he slapped his foot-long prick against the raw, bleeding lips of her pussy. But she saved her loudest scream for last, when the big cadet stuffed his fist-sized cock-head through the tattered lips of her well-whipped cunt. "Noooooo!" she screamed, her legs gripping his ass so tight that he grunted with pain. "Yesssssss! Fuck me hard!" "You dirty, scummy whore!" Dave hissed, driving his cock into her slight, sexy body like a huge steel spike. "We're going to fuck you dead before we're done with you! We're going to fuck you into tiny, slutty pieces!" Dave ran his hands roughly all over Jamie's sexy, injured body. The luscious little cheerleader whimpered and trembled with pain as his hands ran over the painful welts the whipping had left her. She had never imagined that a hand touching her body could hurt so much. "Shake your ass, cheerleader bitch," Dave said, spearing his huge cock up her ragged little pussy. "Fuck on my big prick until you go out of your slutty little mind." Jamie gasped with pain and lust, convinced that she was already as demented as it was possible to be. She grunted like a pig when Dave's big hard stomach collided with her crotch, when his balls swung into the crease of her ass and his cock-hair scratched her tender inner thighs. The collision of their bodies made her swing at the end of her thumb cuffs, lifted her up several inches and then let her fall back down. She gripped Dave's ass even tighter with her rubbery, lovely legs. It was a desperate attempt to relieve her thumbs of some of the killing pressure. The whole gruesome length of Dave's cock was buried inside her slender young body. Jamie could feel the huge cock-head deep inside her, pushing her mangled pussy even farther out of shape. Jamie squirmed on the huge, fleshy prod, trng in vain to fmd some position which would alleviate the clogging, tearing pain his monster prick was causing her. Dave's big hands found Jamie's well.whipped tits, and the sultry cheerleader cried in agony as he mashed them against her chest. Dave dragged his ragged fingernails over the sweet wounded mounds of flesh, making Jamie jerk like a wild woman. The pain was the worst thing she had ever felt, worse than the whipping or the rape or even the long night of electrocution. "Please no!" she cried, kissing Dave full on his lips in a desperate plea for him to stop. "Sweet Dave, please stop! Please, my big, handsome soldier! Please sexy lover! Please, please stop!" Dave grabbed her tits as though they were footballs and squeezed them until they flattened into long tubes of silky flesh. He jerked out on them in rhythm, first pulling out one and then the other, making Jamie's sexy shoulders jerk forward as though she were dancing in a disco. All the time he tore at her sweet tits he was fucking her whipped, raped cunt with his huge cock. Every fuck-blow swung Jamie back and forth at the end of the chains that held her in the air. Every cock thrust tore her cunt in a different way, wrecked he' sweet pussy a little bit more. Jamie squirmed and trembled, bathed in a clammy sweat from the beating she was taking. She ran her tongue all over Dave's ugly face, bathing his rough features in her spit. She kissed him as though he was the most wonderful lover a girl had ever had. Her lips slithered over his mouth and cheeks and nose. Her talented tongue teased over his ears, his nostrils, his eyes and forehead. She even tried tightening her cunt around the pussy- shredding battering ram of his cock. But nothing she did seemed to take Dave's mind off ripping at her wounded tits. "Please!" she cried out in a tiny, child's voice between licks and kisses and tender love bites. "Please stop hurting my tits, lover! Please, you're hurting them so bad!" "How bad, little cunt?" Pat asked, stepping up behind her. He looped his whip around her silky white throat and tightened it until her face paled from lack of air. "How bad is he hurting you, you shit-faced little cheerleader?" "Bad!" Jamie gasped, her slender body squirming between the two men, her beautiful face twisted from the pain she was receiving. "Hurts-no, Pat! Please don't do that! Pat, please don't do that!" “Shut up, Jamie-sleaze!" Pat yelled, tightening the loop of leather until Jami e couldn't breathe at all. "You know you love it, you shitty little whore!" - Pat strangled Jamie with one hand and pulled her asscheeks wide apart with the other. Her loose asshole winked out at him, and he drove his long, strong cock right up it. He fucked her to the balls on his first lunge, smashing her against Dave and bouncing her at the ends of the chains that held her. "Ohhhhhh!" Jamie moaned, smashed almost to the point of oblivion by this latest outrage."Noooooo!" Pat pulled the whip even tighter around her throat. The thin strand of leather bit so deep into the tender flesh of Jamie's throat that it almost disappeared, buried in silky skin. Pat bit at her neck like a wild dog, drawing blood and leaving the marks of his teeth all over the sweet nape of her neck. Jamie choked and spluttered helplessly. But her sleek young body tossed and twisted, writhed and wiggled in a frenzied effort to breath. "That's it, slime queen!" Dave shouted, pounding her slender body with his big cock, slamming her tits together and yanking them wide apart. "Shake your worthless slutty ass! Jump all over our big, hard cocks!" "You heard him," Pat said, choking Jamie harder as he fucked his cock deep inside her asshole. "Do something right for a fucking change, Jamie! Ride our cocks like you know how to do something!" Pat and Dave were fucking her with long, brutal cock-strokes. They fucked her with no rhythm, sometimes beating her back and forth with one of them pulling out as the other stabbed in, sometimes spearing her body together, smashing her like a bug between them. There was nothing Jamie could do to avoid the brutalizing fuck-thrusts. She could ouly swing back and forth, battered like a shabby rag doll between the two powerful boys. Dave was jerking on her titsso violently that Jamie could feel something tearing inside them. The welts from her whipping were almost obscured now under the angry red bands of Dave's handprints. Every vicious bite Pat took at the back of her neck made Jamie's creamy skin prickle with gooseflesh. He was strangling her with the whip, cutting off so much of her air that she wavered in a dreamiand of near oblivion. The whip felt like a knife cutting into her tender throat. It seemed to be crushing things inside her long, slender neck. Dave smashed his mouth over hers, crushing her lips and forcing her jaws wide apart. He sucked Jamie's tongue into his mouth and bit on it so forcefully that the young beauty thrashed her head from side to side in a maddened effort to escape the agony. They were killing her, she thought. Her thoughts were muddied, frenzied things, but she knew that they were doing too much to her all at once. But suddenly, with no warning at all, she was cumming again. "Yeeeeeooowwww!" Jamie screamed, her tongue trapped between Dave's crushing teeth, her throat wrapped tight by Pat's whip. She howled like an angry cat. "Yaaaaahhhhh!" The orgasm was unlike any of the others she had experienced at the hands of the boys. It started in her cunt and asshole, swelling through the ravaged channels of her shitter and pussy like a huge balloon filled with heated air. The pleasure was so intense that it was almost pain, and Jamie had the sudden, insane fear that she was going to explode with the ecstasy she was feeling. Instead, the orgasm swelled upward, filling every other part of her body. Her stomach filled with burning, tickling pleasure. Her abused tits tingled and swelled until she was urging them into Dave's tearing hands. Her sexy legs and slender arms numbed under the icy spiking of pleasure. Pat and Dave gasped with pleasures of their own as their sultry young slave went wild between them. Her shattered asshole and cunt began to do a wild, squirming dance on the huge cocks that were spearing them. Jamie still felt every bit of the pain she had felt before. There wasn't any fading of agony as the pleasure overtook her. Her writhing and bucking made the impacts of the boys' bodies rock her even harder, made the cuffs pull even more painfully on her thumbs. But Jamie realized something, something that made even her hysterical, lust-crazed mind cry in despair and shame. It was the pain that was making her cum, she realized. She really was every bit of the pain-loving whore that the boys had claimed she was. Another orgasm exploded within her. Jamie went into rapid convulsions between the two hard-fucking boys, her sleek young body jerking and bouncing. Spit poured from her lips and fmally Dave had to release her tongue to keep from getting a mouthful of her spit. Her legs slipped from around his ass and kicked out in wild, random movements. She coughed and spluttered, her face turning blue from lack of oxygen. Jamie passed out while her orgasm was still rattlittg her helpless, bound body. It took several more minutes for her thrashing and trembling to cease. Pussy-juice poured from her body by the quart, as though the power of the orgasm was emptying every drop of fuck-cream from her body. The juncture of her thighs was so sloppy with it that every move she or either of the boys made caused wet, farting noises. Her legs, Pat's and Dave's cocks and balls, and even the trembling satiny plane of her stomach were painted with her pussy-slime. And even after she was passed out the cunt-cream continued to spill. "Having fun, Jamie?" Gary asked, the last words the beaten slave heard before she slipped away. "Good. Because as soon as they're done fucking, you're going to start learning your real lessons. Little cunt, I'm going to make you know what pain is all about." Then Jamie fell limp between the two older boys who were fucking her. Neither of them seemed to mind, and they slammed her hanging, sexy body back and forth, bruising her as they fucked her cunt and asshole. They came at almost the same instant, filling her ravaged fuck-holes with so much cum that it began to run back down over her sleek thighs while they were still pouring more inside her. By the time they stepped away, Pat loosening the whip to let Jamie breathe again, the only sound was the steady dripping of their cum, and her cuntcream as it hit the floor. Jamie hung silently, her svelte body striped with welts, her cunt and asshole swollen and red, her lower body a mess of cum and cunt-cream. Her face was smeared with filth and dotted with bruises. Her pert young tits were swollen from the abuse they had taken, and there was a bright red ring around her throat where Pat had used the whip to choke her. Gary stepped forward to start her next lesson. CHAPTER EIGHT "Wake up, Jamie," Gary said cheerfully, rubbing his cock all over Jamie's pretty, soiled face. "Time to wake up, little slut." A stream of piss burst from his cock and splashed over Jamie's features. Gary guided the stream of his pissso that it poured between her parted lips and shot up her quivering nostrils. Jamie came awake choking and coughing, and as her eyes fluttered open, Gary aimed his stream of piss at them, making her cry out in anguish as her eyes filled with pain. "Rise and shine, toilet bitch!" Gary shouted, waving his cock back and forth, soaking her beautiful face in his stinking piss. After her lovely features were drenched he stuffed his cock between her lips and pissed straight down her throat. "Wake up, you dirty little cunt. It's time you started training for your fucking job." Jamie spluttered on Gary's piss, trying desperately to swallow it but not able to keep up with the firehose blast that flooded her throat and filled her mouth. Piss poured back out over her face, soaking her even more thoroughly in waste. Piss shot out her nose as she choked on the stinking liquid. And she swallowed huge gulps of the noxious broth. She was surprised at how welcome the rush of piss was, at how her dehydrated, exhausted body craved any drop of moisture it could get. It wasn't until Gary squirted the last of his piss onto her tongue and made her lick his cock clean that Jamie had a chance to see where she was. When she realized the new position the boys had bound her in, she began to cry. She wasn't sure what they were going to do to her, but the way they had her strung up now she would be vulnerable to any kind of torture that came to their minds. Jamie was strung up in a chair that was constructed of leather straps. One strap circled under each knee, pulling them high and wide apart. Straps crossed her shoulders, each one circling under the arm on the other side to make her body more stable. A thin strap circled her middle in a noose and connected to the ceiling with the others. The five straps were what held Jamie bound, what held her in the air. And they left every luscious inch of her tortured young body available to the three evil cadets. Her cunt and ass were spread wide by the position of her knees. Her long, lean torso was stretched and left bare by the thin strap that circled her waist. And the straps that crossed beneath her arms tilted her enough so that her whip-striped back was still positioned for more abuse. She was only inches above the floor now, but she could see the simple pulley that controlled the straps, and knew the boys could pull her as high into the air as they desired. "I can't take anymore!" she cried in a very small, trembling voice. "You know you can do whatever you want to me! I'm a slut, just like you said! Won't you please give me a break now? You'll be able to do whatever you want to me, whenever you want! You know I won't be able to say no! But I hurt so bad, and I'm sotired! I'm hungry and thirsty and-and I need a bath! I'm so dirty! If you fuck me to death now I'll be ruined, and you won't be able to have anymore fun with me!" "So what?" Gary asked cruelly. "There are plenty more sluts where you came from. And sluts with bigger tits, too. What's the problem, Jamie-bitch, didn't you drink enough cum when you were little?" Jamie stopped pleading and stared up at Gary with passive, accepting eyes. She didn't even cry at the humiliating things he was saying to her. She was past tears now. They had fucked the life out of her, tortured her until her spirit had broken. The last brutal fucking hanging from the ceiling had pushed her as far into the muck as she could go. Gary smiled thinly, slapping his huge fat cock down across her passive face. He knew what Jamie was thinking. He also knew how wrong she was. Jamie hadn't begun to scream and cry yet. They had been going easy on her until now. Pat picked up the cigarette lighter and lit it. Jamie's eyes went wide as the flame sparked and fluttered. Dave produced a bundle of long, sharp needles from behind his back and smiled at the bound, helpless beauty. It wasn't until Pat touched the lighter's flame to her pussy-hair that the tortured cheerleader realized she could still be made to scream. "Nonononononononono!" she moaned, unable to get the words out fast enough in her desperate attempt to make Pat pull the flame away from her tender cunt. The flame was causing her pussy-hair to crackle and sizzle. Dave stuck one of the needles into the shuddering flat plane of her belly. He caught the lip of her navel and pushed the needle right through it. He pierced her flesh no more than an inch, but the pain was awful, the sight of the needle sticking saight up out of her body even worse. Jamie writhed madly against the strips of leather that held her dangling from the ceiling. Pat brushed the flame from the lighter no more than a quarter of an inch from the fluttering lips of Jamie's cunt. The sexy cheerleader bucked and shuddered in terror and pain, unable to believe the cruelty of what the boys were doing to her. She had thought she had seen the limits of suffering and degradation, but she'd been wrong. Suddeniy she felt very naive to have believed that she was broken beyond caring. Gary and the others would always have some new outrage to commit on her helpless, sexy body. "Kiss my cock, Jamie," Gary said, slapping her wide-eyed, pain-twisted face. "Give it a big, wet kiss. Plant those cocksucking lips on my big cock and show me how much you love it." Jamie stared up blankly at Gary, barely comprehending the words he was speaking. After a moment she kissed the underside of his cock just behind the bulge of his prick-head. Her lips were parted, her tongue teased out to play over Gary's heated fuck-flesh. Pat set her cunt-hair on fire, sizzling so much at once that a flame erupted over Jamie's crotch. He patted it out before she was burned, but the flash fire had reduced her silky cunt-hair to burned stubble. Pat played the flame a quarter inch from the tendons that lined her inner thighs watching the muscles jump with involuntary contractions. Dave plunged a pin deep into the muscle of Jamie's right thigh, then screwed the needle around until a drop of bright red blood oozed out to streak over her silky skin. He plunged another needle into her leg just above her kneecap, a third up into the soft pillow of flesh where her thigh met the curve of her ass. A fifth went high on her hip as Dave methodically tortured her right leg with the long, sharp needles. Jamie stared at Gary's huge, stiffening cock, not wanting to see what Pat and Dave were doing to her helpless young body. But Gary wanted her to see, and he twisted her hair, forcing her head up as she kissed and licked his fat prick. Her leg was dotted with needles. The bright heads looked so cheerful that Jamie was almost hypnotized by them. At least twenty of them poked into the soft flesh of her right thigh. There were a few more sticking into her calf. As she watched, Dave stabbed one into the super-sensitive flesh just behind her knee. Before her scream died away he had lunged in two more. Pat was running the flame up and down the crack of her ass. Every few moments he would jerk his hand upward to splash the flame right against her tender asshole. When he let the flames dance against the reamed out pucker of her asshole, Jamie howled like a banshee and jerked around like a madwoman, but she couldn't escape the searing pain the flames were causing her. She kissed her way up and down Gary's thick prick-stalk, trying to please him so much that he would make Pat and Dave stop torturing her. The hope seemed foolishly faint, but it was the only one Jamie had left. She slithered her tongue all over his wrist-thick prick, lathering the fleshy pole with her spit and then lovingly sponging it away. She even pressed the big cock between her lips and pumped on it, slurping up the silvery drops of pre-cum that would ooze from the cock-head. "That's it, whore," Gary said, twisting his hands even tighter in her hair and jerking her from side to side. "You're starting to learn, aren't you, slut? That 's right, stick your slutty little tongue right in my piss-slit." Jamie fucked the very tip of her tongue into his piss-slit, and then, when he told her to suck the fat cock between her lips and bob her head up and down, she did that too. At the angle she was hanging it hurt terribly to take the full length of Gary's cock down the narrow tunnel of her throat, but after a dozen tries she managed it. It made her gag constantly and rubbed her tender throat raw. Jamie's sexy cheeks hollowed as she applied suction to the pistoning prick, and she squirmed her tongue all over the fat rod as it pushed back and forth through the warm wetness of her mouth. "Oh!" Jamie squeaked around the thick cock as Pat plunged a fmger into her cunt. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Pat fucked the full length of his fmger roughly into Jamie's pussy. He scratched at the sensitive inner walls of her pussy and ground his hand against her whip-tattered cunt-lips. At the same time he was waving the lighter across her asscheeks, making the creamy flesh glow a bright pink. He smiled when the first trace of fresh pussy-juice coated his pistoning finger. On the next stroke he pushed another finger up beside it. Dave was plunging one pin after another into the tensed, burned cheeks of Jamie's ass. The beautiful cheerleader's ass tensed hard as rock with each new pin Dave stuck into the silky cheeks, but they couldn't clench tight enough to keep the pins from slicing into her vulnerable flesh. Jamie tried to jerk away from the pain that filled her backside, but that only ground her pussy more violently onto the fingers Pat was sticking up inside her. And her treacherous cunt was beginning to betray her once again. Even now, being tortured with needles and an open flame, her pussy was starting to leak and squirm. Gary fed her his cock, pushing it past her stretched lips, through the warm, welcoming cavity of her mouth, not stopping until he was clogging the tiny, sore tunnel of her throat. Jamie did her best to suck him, letting her mouth fill with spit and then swishing it over the thrusting prick. But he was fucking her throat too fast and hard now for her to apply much suction to the fat rod. The best she could do was squirm her lips around it as it speared through them. Suddenly Dave thrust a needle into the ring of her asshole. Jamie cried out, jerking her hips wildly from side to side in a wild effort to dislodge the awful metal pin. Pat took the opportunity to slip a third fmger into her swollen, squirming cunt. Dave pushed ten more pins into her tight shitter, outiinging her tiny asshole with the long, sharp needles. "Stop now!" she gasped as Gary pulled his spit-soaked cock from her bruised lips. "You're going too far! Too far!" "We're just barely started, Jamie," Pat said, drawing his fingers out of her cunt, curling his hand into a fist and pushing back in. "Shit, there's things we're going to do to you that you haven't even imagined yet." "No!" Jamie screamed as Pat's clenched fist pushed relentlessly at the mouth of her pussy. Her juice-slick cunt-lips began to stretch under the inhuman pressure. "No! Oh fuck, go ahead and do it! Do it all, you bastards! Stick me with needles! Set me on fire! Fuck me with your arm! Do everything!" "We will, Jamie," Gary said. "Now lick my balls." Jamie moaned with passion and disgust as Gary draped his sweaty balls over her moist, parted lips. She kissed the hairy, crinkled flesh, letting her tongue play out over the deep, dirty creases. Gary angled his cock against Jamie's nose and hunched it back and forth over her forehead while her tongue flapped over his sweaty, dirty ball-sac. Pat waved the lighter over every tender nook and cranny of Jamie's sleek young body. The flames splashed aginst her armpits and into the hollows behind her knees. He teased the lighter up the center of her back, touched it to the soles of her feet and the palms of her hands. He even played the flame over Jamie's face, making her cry out in terror. Dave was turning her left leg into the same kind of pin cushion her right already was. He drove the needles into her hip and thigh and calf. He even stuck a needle into her big toe, making her howl pitifully. Then, without warning, he abandoned her leg and stuck a pin right through the stretched, swollen lips of her cunt. "There?" Jamie shrieked. "There? Oh please, please, please, not there!" "There," Pat said, mockingly, forcing his fist fully inside her ravaged pussy. Jamie's cunt-lips tore around the huge girth of Pat's fist. First they spread tight, then pulled so taut that they were like a tiny band of elastic. The needle Dave had impaled them with popped free. Finally the swollen, abused little cunt-lips could stretch no farther, and they began to split. A moment later Pat's fist popped inside her already-battered cunt. His wrist was greased with blood as it slid in farther. Dave spiked one needle after another through her quivering, torn cunt-lips. He also pushed needles into her shaking, jerking inner thighs. He ground one needle after another into the quaking muscles that lined the insides of her silky legs, pausing only to gather a fresh supply from the box of torture tools in the corner. By the time he moved on Jamie's cunt-lips sprouted dozens of needles and her legs were lined with over a hundred. All the time Dave was working, Pat was driving his hard fist in Jamie's cunt. When he fucked the rest of his arm up inside her, the tiny pocket stretched in ways it had never been meant to stretch. "Ohhhhhh!" Jamie moaned through the ball-sac muffler Gary was dragging over her lips. Her big brown eyes crossed from the unbearable pressure Pat was applying inside her slender body. "Enough! Enough! Pat, enough, enough! Enough!" Pat just smiled and fucked his arm inside her. His fist banged against her cervix. His face twisted with the effort of fucking his fist into her pussy. He could feel her cunt tearing. It spilled a gallon of pussy-cream out in a desperate defense against the savage beating it was taking. "Look at this," Pat said proudly, slamming his fist into her cunt. "Look at the way her fucking pussy is swallowing my fucking arm." Pat fucked his arm into her faster and harder. Finally he popped his arm inside her all the way to the elbow, and Jamie whined in agony. Her legs flopped and shuddered, spread wider by the giant intrusion of Pat's forearm than by the leather straps that held her airborne. Her flat stomach bulged with the unnatural invasion. Each time Pat slammed his fist inside her, Jamie's tiny little tummy would puff up as though she were pregnant. Each time he pulled his fist back out the bulge would collapse. Pat laughed at the sight of his fist making her stomach bulge and began to angle his blows so that the outline of his fist would be even more clearly. Dave lined her silky flanks with needles, driving them deep and twisting them to get more of a reaction from the girl. He drew a line with the needles from her hips to under her arms. Then he followed her arms down, sticking needle after needle into her slender limbs. He stuck a needle through the soft webbing between each finger, then, as an afterthought, did the same between each of her toes. The pain was awful, and combined with the agony of the fistfucking, it was unbearable. Jamie cried bitterly as she licked Gary's balls. "Suck them," Gary said, and instead of waiting for Jamie to do as he asked, he levered her jaws openwith his hand and stuffed his balls between them. "Suck on them good, Jamie, and I might keep Dave and his nasty needles away from your slutty little face." "Don't lie to the bitch," Dave said, dotting her flat tummy and wide shoulders with the long, sharp pins. Jamie opened her mouth as wide as she could, and one of Gary's fat balls slipped between her lips. The single ball filled her mouth, and she had to squirm her lips painfully to squeeze the other big ball into her spit-filled cavity. With both of Gary's balls in her mouth, Jamie's beautiful face was distorted, her pretty cheeks swollen grotesquely "That's it, Jamie, wash them off good." Gary rubbed his dripping cock across her forehead, leaving trails of pre-cum all over her. "Shit, Eastport's got a whole squad of fucking chwleaders. They'll never miss one. And you're ours, now, you know that, don't you?" Jamie nodded her head up and down, tears and spit staining her soiled cheeks. At Gary's words her cunt contracted like a fist around Pat's punishing forearm. A burning, agonizing orgasm gripped her sleek, helpless body, so powerful and painful that it almost made her pass out, so unexpected that Jamie couldn't stop her moans of pleasure and the slow, sensual grinding of her hips against Pat's beating fist. Jamie's ears were pierced, but Dave pierced each lobe three more times for good measure, driving needles completely through the fragile flaps of flesh. He grabbed another handful of needles before he started on Jamie's tits. When he stuck the first pin deep into the upthrust little mound of her right tit , Jamie came again. "Not my tits!" she groaned pitifully as Gary pulled his spit-dripping balls from her widespread mouth. "Not my tits! They hurt already! They really do! Dave, you already hurt my tits real bad! Please don't hurt them anymore!" "I thought you'd learned not to whine so fucking much," Pat said in disgust. He lit the lighter again and touched it to the perky mounds of her tits. "Maybe we should all hurt your tits a little." Gary pulled Jamie's head up by a fistful of hair, making her watch the double torture of her firm young tits. The enslaved beauty screamed and thrashed as Pat toasted her nipples with his cigarette lighter. He never dipped the flame close enough to burn her badly, but by the time he stopped waving the flames over her flesh the skin of her swollen, silky tits was stained a bright pink. And all the time Pat was burning her, Dave was turning the perky mounds into twin pin cushions. Jamie whimpered, crying at the obscene, degrading speecle of the pins sticking from her tits. It was hard to decide which was worse, the pain of the attack or the humiliation of having to watch helplessly while it was taking place. And Gary made sure she kept her eyes open for every moment of the outrageous assault, pulling her eyelashes and pinching her lips and cheeks every time her eyes fluttered shut. Dave saved the best for last. After Pat had stopped his lighter torture and had gone back to fist-fucking Jamie in earnest, Dave pulled a pair of thick needles from the box of torture tools. Jamie watched with wide eyes as he held the needles up for her inspection. She knew what he was going to do with them, but she tried to convince herself that she was wrong. CHAPTER NINE Dave grabbed her tit with his left hand, holding it still in spite of Jamie's frenzied thrashing. He steadied his hand against his side to make sure he pierced the hard bud of flesh at the proper angle. And then he pierced her nipple with the fat, sharp needle. "No!" Jamie wailed, her beautiful face twisted with pain and terror. The tip of the needle disappeared into one side of her nipple and a moment later it popped through the other, drops of blood clinging to its glittering surface. "No, Dave, no! Gary, not this! Please don't ruin me! Please don't ruin me forever!" "We're improving you, you stuck up little slut!" Dave growled, sticking the other needle through her left nipple. "Your little tits aren't worth too fucking much! Put a couple rings through them, though, and they'll be a real fucking attraction!" "No!" Jamie whimpered. "No. Gary, Pat, Dave,you're going too far! Too far. "You don't understand yet, do you?" Gary asked, jerking Jamie's head back until she was staring up at him. "You belong to us. You're our slave. We own you, just the way we'd own a dog or a hamburger we were going to eat. Anything we do to you is our fucking business. And your only fucking job is to be happy about it. If we cut your fucking tit off you should say thank you and ask us if we want to cut off the other. Understand?" "Thank you," Jamie whispered, her voice tremblin8. Suddenly, she did understand. "Do you want to stick more pins in my tits, Dave?" "Shut up," Gary yelled, swir his leg over Jamie's head to straddle her face. "Suck my ass out, sexy cheerleader!" Gary parted his asscheeks with his hands and settled down on top of Jamie's face. He sat on her face, making the straps of leather that held her up cut deep into her flesh. His weight almost snapped Jamie's neck, but it didn't matter. The musky aroma of his filth-clotted asscrack made Jamie heave. Jamie lapped up and down the filthy asscrack. She lathered the shitty crevice with her tongue and slithered her lips up and down the crack to suck away all the spit her tongue had left behind. The taste of Gary's ass was ten times worse than the smell, and Jamie's empty stomach heaved and twisted until the pain wracked her whole body. Still she sponged her tongue and kissed her lips over the soiled flesh. Pat pulled his fist from Jamie's cunt. It was dripping with cunt-cream and blood. Before the pulverized slit could begin to tighten he fucked his other hand in, never missing a punishing stroke. A moment later Jamie felt a strange pressure against her asshole. When she realized what it was her heart beat fast with terror. Pat's well-lubricated hand was forcing its way into her tiny shitter. Jamie screamed up into the crack of Gary's ass. Then she began to force her tongue up into the tiny tunnel of his shitter. Gary moaned with pleasure as her tongue snaked up into his shitchute like a tiny, wet cock. He banged his hard, dripping prick against her pin-cushion tits, then smashed the needle-sprouting cones together and slid his cock through thefr silky cleavage. "Shake your ass, Jamie," Pat said, watching as her tiny asshole spread to accommodate the impossible intrusion of his pussy-slick fist. 'You've never gotten it this good, have you, cheerleader? You've never had this good a fucking in your whole worthless, tight-assed life." "But you will again," Dave said as he stroked his rock-hard cock. He watched the helpless slave's brutal fist-fuck and desperate ass-slurping with equal fascination. "You'll get fucked so good and so much that that's about the only thing you'll think about." "And that's all you should be thinking about," Gary said, moaning with pleasure from the feel of Jamie's silky tits on his cock and her soft tongue in his asshole. "Because from now on all you are is a mouth, a cunt and an asshole all wrapped up in one slutty package." Jamie whimpered in agony and fw as Pat's slippery fist popped fully into her tiny shitchute. The ring of her shitter stretched and tore as Pat's knuckles squeezed through. Her asscheeks looked as though they had been split in half, and her ass- ring was stretched so wide that it looked as though it might burst apart. It did tear, tiny trickles of blood slipping down her asscrack, but then Pat's fist was through, and he was ramming it up her shit-chute with all the power he could muster. Jamie's supple body went stiff as a board as Pat rammed his forearm up her pussy and asshole at the same time. She trembled uncontrollably, as if from a terribly high fever. And she planted her lips tightly around the winking bud of Gary's asshole and sucked on it desperately as her orgasm blasted through her overloaded body. Suddenly her mouth filled with a wash of something that was too base and earthy to be anything but shit. Jamie retched repeatedly, her lean, sexy body jerking with the force of her heaving. The watery shit ran down her throat and bubbled out over her lips. In an instant it was streaking down over her face to splatter against her throat and shoulder and the floor beneath her. Jamie tried to jerk her parted lips off Gary's asshole, but she was trapped between his asscheeks. A huge, barely solid turd pushed out of Gary's asshole and plopped between Jamie's lips. It filled her mouth, nudging its way into the back of her throat. Another turd came out after it. Jamie's mouth was already clogged with shit, but Gary rubbed his ass back over her face, smearing her perfect features with the dank stuff. Shit smwed up her nose and into her eyes, all over her beautiful face. Pat was going at her cunt and assh6le like a fighter, slamming his fists into her so brutally that her body felt shattered beyond repair. His right fist pounded so far up her asshole that Jamie thought she could feel his fist pounding her stomach. His left fist banged against the inner walls of her womb so forcefully that Jamie could feel her internal organs being shoved and jostled. Gary lifted his ass off her face to drop his last turd across the bridge of her nose. It covered both of Jamie's eyes like a steaming, stinking blindfold. He used a handful of her hair to wipe his ass. Jamie uttered a long low moan as Gary used her hair for toilet paper. "Chew that shit!" Dave shouted, punching Jamie's pin-cushion tits until they flattened on her chest. "Chew it up and swallow it, you freaky shit-sucker!" Gary turned, pumping his cock like a madman. His cum burst from the head of his prick, splashing over Jamie's shit-streaked face. Dave stepped up beside him, and a moment later he was cumming too. They stood side by side and covered Jamie's beautiful defiled face with their gluey, filthy jism. I t ran into her mouth and draped over her nose and slid over her shitcaked cheeks. Jism decorated the turd that crossed the bridge of her nose like icing. Gary shot a fat glob of fuck-cream that completley obscured Jamie's right eye. Pat pulled his forearms from Jamie's fuckholes and grabbed his cock just as it started spitting cum. His jism arched high over Jamie's shivering, needle- pierced body. It slapped down with loud, wet splats, drawing dirty white lines between her tits and down into the cup of her navel. He lowered his cock to fire a few bursts into the widespread, tattered mouth of her pussy. The jism pooled in her reamed out cunt, some sliding inside her and the rest trickling out onto the floor. Jamie chewed shit and swallowed shit as the three boys called her filthy names and laughed at how they had humbled her. "Now you know what you are," Gary said. He shoved his cock into her shitty mouth and started pissing. "We're going to keep doing this shit to you until you're fucking numb, until you're just a fucked out old whore. That should take a year or two. And you'll love every fucking minute of it. But first you've got a fucking job to do." When Gary finished pissing, Dave stepped up to take his turn. Then Pat stood up to take his. Mter Pat was done pissing they made Jamie eat the turd that crossed her forehead. She came three times while they were pissing on her, then came twice more while she was chewing on the wad of shit. "What do you say now, whore?" Gary asked as Jamie swallowed the shit. "Thank you, Gary," she whispered. "What?" Gary screamed. "Speak up, you shitty, ugly slut!" "Thank you, Gary!" she cried, putting the last of her failing strength into the shout. "Thank you, Pat! Thank you, Dave!" CHAPTER TEN The boys on the Eastport football team were heading out of the school after practice. It was one day before the big game against Rener's Military Academy, and'they had gone through an especially hard practice. The coach wanted them to be ready, and he had sent them Out with strict orders to hit their books and then hit their beds. But neither they nor the coach had expected Jamie Shields to be standing in the parking lot behind the school, waiting for them. "Well hello there," Jamie said, her voice low and throaty. She was wearing tight jeans and a frilly black bra. None of the boys could believe what they were seeing. "If it isn't the big, bad Eastport Bulls." "Where have you been all week, Jamie," one of the boys asked uncertainly. "I've been getting something ready for the team," Jamie said, moving her hands slowly up her thighs, over her hips, onto the curves of her waist and then out over her pert, upthrust tits. "Something real special to thank you guys for all the great games you've played." It had been over a week since the boys from Rener's Military Academy had grabbed her. During the last few days of her stay almost nothing had been able to make Jamie feel any worse than she already did. But putting herself on display for her old classmates was doing it. These were guys who had been her friends, who she and her girlfriends had gone out with. She knew that once she was done taking on the football team that her life at Eastport was over. She had to squeeze back tears as she flashed them an obscene, inviting smile. "You guys know someplace we can go where I can thank you in private?" Jamie unsnapped the front of the bra, letting the bouncy cones of her tits pop out into the open. Almost every boy on the team gasped with open lust at the sight of her proud, pointy tits. "My mouth's watering for cocks." "Get the van," a senior linebacker said to a junior end. "Pull it around." "Don't worry," Morris Walker, the school's star halfback, added. "You'll get all the cock you can handle." Jamie looked from one familiar face to another, seeing the expressions she had become so familiar with during her week long stay in hell at Rener's Academy. There was admiration of her beauty and lust for her sexy body. But there was also contempt and scorn, even faint looks of disgust. "I could suck those tits all night long," a boy said. "I'm going to fuck those sweet lips," another boy added. "Stick my cock all the way down her tight little throat. You like swallowing cum, Jamie? You like sucking cock?" "Yes," Jamie said, her voice cracking with lust and humiliation. She dropped her bra to the parking lot and one of the boys snatched it up. A couple of the boys fought over it, and the one who won stretched it like a rubberband and snapped it against Jamie's firm tits. Jamie couldn't keep herself from uttering a long, throaty moan at the stinging pain of the catch snapping against her tits. "Hey, Jamie likes this shit!" the boy shouted. He snapped the bra against her tits again, and half the football team laughed when Jamie's face went dreamy with passion and her legs shook beneath her. The boys circled Jamie. They were all big football players, and Jamie felt very tiny and helpless standing in their midst. That feeling made her even hotter. And when several of the boys started pulling their jockstraps down and reveallng long, thickening cocks, it was all the submissive young beauty could do to keep from cumming. "You like getting hit?" Tommy Moore, the cute senior quarterback asked. There was a look on his face that seemed to say he would very much like to hurt her. "You like getting belted around? Maybe you'd like it if we tied you down and fucked you until you can't stand up." "Yes!" Jamie gasped, her voice trembling with anticipation. "I'd like that very much! Beat me! Whip me! Tie me up and fuck me until I can't stand it! Hurt me! Fuck me and hurt me and use me until I can't move a muscle!" "All right," one of the boys said. "I never knew you were such a slut, Jamie. You're a real hot-assed whore." Jamie tore at the clasp of her jeans, then yanked the zipper down. She skinned her way out of the pants slowly and sexily, kicked off the thongs she was wearing, and stood in the middle of the mob of boys dressed in only a sheer pair of black panties. She stripped those down too, and spread her legs far enough to offer a glimpse of her pink cunt-lips and her wiggling little clit. The boys at the academy had shaved away the last of her pussy-hair, so there was nothing to obscure the sight of her luscious pussy. "You dirty whore," Morris said with something like wonder in his voice. "You shaved your fucking cunt! You're really hungry for some cock, aren't you?" "I want it so bad," she said in a sexy voice. She cupped her hand over her cunt and spread her pussy-lips wide for the boys' inspection. After a few moments she speared two fingers up inside the pretty cunt. "I want it in my cunt, in my mouth, in my ass, between my tits- anywhere you want. Just make it hard. Make it hurt." "Shit!" a boy yelled. "We've got a party here! Where the fuck are we going to take her?" "Penn Valley Park," Tommy said. "Way over on the west side there are some spots where nobody ever fucking goes. Bring some booze and we'll have a real fucking party." "I can't wait!" Jamie gasped, dropping to her knees and pulling at the front of Tommy's pants. "I need your cock right here!" She ran her fingers between her full, moist lips, sucking and licking at them as though they were a sweet little cock. Then she pulled Tommy's cock out of his pants and rubbed it over her face. As she knelt naked in the parking lot, spearing three fingers into her heating cunt and smearing Tommy's slowly hardening prick all over her beautiful face, the other boys moved in on her. She fek rough hands cupping her tits, stroking her sides and legs, and pinching her perfect ass. Cocks brushed her face and shoulders. The boys were getting ready to give her the gang-bang she had begged for. "I've never seen a sweeter pussy," a boy said. "She said we could fuck her ass," another said. Jamie squeaked and wriggled her sexy ass when a boy stuck his finger up her asshole. "Don't get nervous," another boy said. "She's nothing but a whore. Shit, she'll probably get ass-fucked fifty times before the night's over." Jamie rubbed Tommy's cock all over her face, smearing his fuck-lube over her cheeks and nose and chin. Then she stuffed the swelling head of his cock between her lips. She slurped at it as noisily as she could, making the most obscene sucking and smacking noises possible. She rolled Tommy's cock over with her tongue, washed his cock with her spit, then bobbed her head for-ward and took his cock all the way down her throat. All the time she was tickling his balls and pumping the fat stalk of his prick. Her cunt was convulsing around her three knifing fingers, leaking fuck- cream like a sieve. But more than her pistoning fingers or the luscious cock between her lips, it was what her old friends and schoolmates were saying about her that made Jamie explode into orgasm. "That tight little pussy looks like it could just eat you up." "I'm going to cum all over her face. I never thought I'd see innocent Jamie dripping with jism." "Suck that cock, bitch! Shit, look at the way she's taking that big prick!" "Shake your ass for us, Jamie! Bounce those sexy fucking tits!" Jamie moaned, unable to stop the sensuous sway of her body. She bobbed her head fast on Tommy's cock, squirming her lips so tight around his fuck- pole that he thought she was skinning him alive. 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Dagmars, dairy, dairy makers, dairy pillows, dandies, danglers, dangling participles, dead heat in a zeppelin race, delicate orbs of womanhood, demigods, derds, desperados, dessert, Devil's dumplings, as spoken by Lady Whiteadder in the Blackadder II episode Beer, dick mashers, dick massagers, dick rollers, diddies, ding dongs, dingers, dinghies, dinglebobbers, dingoes, dinners, dirigibles, dirty pillows, distributor caps, domes, donkey's ears, doodads, doorbells, doorknobs, doozers, doozies, doppelgangers, double dribbles, double D's, double trouble, double whammies, doudounes, doughboys, droopers, drums, dual air bags, dual floppies, duckies, deuce-and-a-halves, dueling banjos, dugs, dum dums, dumbbells, dumplings, dunes, durantes, dutch alps, dynamic duo, dynamite. Earmuffs, eclairs, eggplants, eggs, Eigers, el primo torpedoes, elephants, emerson bigguns, emmersomes, enchiladas, epcots, epees, ericas, ewers. Fat bags, feedbags, first base, flapjacks, flappers, flat plains, flesh bulbs, flesh-colored fun bags, flesh fillets, flesh Fujis, flesh melons, floaters, floats, flopdoodles, floppers, flotation devices, floaters, flowers of attitude, fly swatters, fly tetas, fog lights, food for thought, footlights, Fortresses of Breastitude, fried eggs, friends, front end alignment, front porch, frontal elevation, frontal female water wings, frosties, frybabies, fujiyamas, fun bags, fun bubs, fun bubbles, fun domes, funsters, funnel cakes. Gagas, gajoombas, gajungas, garbage bags, garbanzos, Garbos, gazingas, gazelles, gazongas, gazoombas, geegees, geminis, Geraldos, girls, girlie bumpers, girlthangs, glad bags, glands, glandular endowments, globelets, globes, glockenspiels, gnugens, gobstoppers, God's greatest creation, God's milk bottles, Godzillas, golden bozos, golden domes, golden globes, gongas, goobers, good bits, goodies, goodyears, goombas, goonas, grab-ems, grapefruits, gravity magnets, great galloping galoogies, great wobblin' wazoobies, grillwork, groodies, groupies, guavas, gubiczas, gumballs, gumdrops, gunboats, guns, guys. Hakuna mutatas, hallelujahs, hammers, hammocks for two, handfuls, handle bars, handholds, handsets, hand warmers, hangers, hanging cucumbers, happy bags, happy pillows, hat hangers, headbangers, headers, head lamps, headlights, headphones, headsets, healthy set of lungs, heavers, heavy duty honeydews, heavy hangers, hechmas (from South Park), hee-haws, hefties, heifers, helicopters, hematomas, hemispheres, hershey kisses, high beams, high pockets, high-rise weather balloons, hills, Himalayas (for large ones on Asian women), hindenburgs, hinderbinders, hippos, ho hos, hobey J's, hogans, home sweet home, honeydews, honeyholders, honkers, honorarium, hood ornaments, hoohas, hoosiers, hooters, hoots, hoovers, horns, horrorshow bolshy groodies, hot air balloons, hot commodities, hotcakes, hottentots, hounds, the, House of Lords, how's your father's, howitzers, howlers, hubba bubbas, hubcaps, huffies, hug bumps, huge maguffies, huggy bears, hugh jooters, human tetherballs, humdingers, humonganoids, humpin' hooters, hurricane lanterns, Hush Puppies, hypnotizers. ICBMs, ice caps, ice cubes, idahos, igloos, implants, inflatables, Ios, ipsedixits, Isaac Newtons, itty bits, itty bitty titties. Jackalopes, jackanapes, jacks, jaggers, jahoobies, jambalayas, jawbreakers, jelly bells, jemimas, jerry-bilts, jersey cities, jebs, jets, jibs, jigglies, jigglers, jiggly wigglies, jobbers, Jordans, jubblies, juggernauts, juggies, jugglies, jugs, jukes, jumblies, jumbo chickpeas, jumbos, junkers. Kabombas, kadooks, kagemushas, kajoobies, kalamazoos, kanchenjungas, kawangas, kayaks, kazongas, kazoos, keepers, kettle drums, kiwis, knicknacks, knobbers, knobs, knockers, kongas, kos, krunks, kumquats, kus kus. La breas, lactating lungs, lactation station, lactic lobes, lacto grenades, lactoids, ladies' boobies, lady bumps, lady lumps, lampoons, launch codes, lean-to's, lefty 'n' righty, lemons, lethal weapons, leverage, lewd muffins, lightbulbs, lindas, lip fodder, little duckies, little man in the boat, llamas, load stones, loaves, loaves of love, lobes, loblollies, lolas, lollies, lollipops, lollos, lolos, long range tanks, lookers, loomas, lost sheep, love balloons, love handles, love jugs, love kegs, love lumps, love melons, love muffins, love pillows, lovelies, low riders, lucky charms, lug 'ems, lulas, lung covers, lung hammers, lung humps, lung nuts, lungs, lungwarts, luscious lip-smackers. Macaroos, madonnas, magnificent pontoons of love, magookins, maguppies, maharanis, mahatmas, majestic mountains, major dongs, major guns, major league yaboes, major league mammaries, major motion picture material, male-madness inducers, mamacitas, mama's pillows, mambazos, mambajahambas, mammalian protuberances, mammarambas, mammaries, mammary glands, mammary lanes, mammies, mams, mamms, mammouth mounds o' fun, man magnets, man puppets, mangos, mappemonde (those old fashioned maps showing two hemispheres), maracas, marangos, maraschinos, marbles, margaritas, marimbas, marshmallows, massage pillows, matching headlights, mau maus, mausers, mazongas, McFloppities, McGees, meatbags, meatballs, meat loaves, meat pillows, meat puppets, melon patch, melons, mesmerizers, milk bags, milk bladders, milk bombs, milk bottles, milk cans, milk Duds, milk fountains, milk jugs, milk kegs, milk makers, milk melons, milk miracles, milk shakes, milk towers, milk wagons, milky sacks of calcium, milky moos, minarets, minesweepers, minnebagos, miras (from the Spanish mirar), missiles, Miss left/right, mobutus, mogambas, mojuba's, the, mommas, mondos, moneymakers, monroes, montezumas, moo moos, moogies, moon pies, moonlight sonatas, mosobs, mother lodes, mounds, mounds of Jello, mountain peaks, mountains, Mount Fujis, mouthwatering scoops of flesh, moveable feast, muchachas, muffins, mulligans, murphies, mushmelons. National Geographics, nature's airbags, nature's founts, nature's little thermometers, naughty bits, naughty pillows, nay-nays, nectarines, neeners, nefertitties, neh-neh, nenes, nevernevers, nibards, niblets, nibs, nice pair of thrupennies, nice set of hands, nice-uns, nichons, nin-nins, ninnies, ninny jugs, nipple-caddies, nipple sundaes, nodes, nodules, noochies, noogies, noonies, norkies, norks (Australian), northern neon-beamed headlights, nortons, nose cones, nuclear warheads, nuggs, nummy juggs, nukes, num-nums. Obelisks, oblations, oboes, omigods, ooh-wah-ah-ah-ah's, oompas, Oppenheimers, oracles, oran, orbs, orly owls, ostrich eggs, ottomans, overhang, overstuffed cushions, overstuffed pillows. Padding, paducahs, pagodas, pair, pair of problems, palms, palookas, Pamelas, pancakes, papayas, parabolas, pare-chocs (bumpers), parrots, part numbers, party bags, party hats, party passes, pastor baiters, pastries, paw patties, peaches, peacocks, peakers, peaks, pears, pebbles, pects, peepers, pencil erasers, pendulums, penis pillows, perkies, perkos, perpetual entertainment, personal flotation devices, pies, Pike's Peaks, pillows, pimples, ping pings, pink-nosed puppies, pinkies, pips, planetoids, pleasant eminences, pleasure mounds, pleasure peaks, plentifuls, plucktifuls, plums, plumpers, plumpies, pneumatic bliss, pods of lust, pokers, polygons, pompoms, ponderosas, pontoons, poppinjays, portable typewriters, potatoes, praise Gods, presidential pair, pretty-pretties, professors, proof that God exists, protuberances, PT boats, pumpkin patch, pumpkins, pumps, puppies, pushmatahas, pyramids. Quakers, quantities, quantum heaps, quasars, queen-missiles, quit-its, quonset huts. Rack, rackage, radar domes, radials, raisins, Ralph Waldo Emersons, rampolenes, Rangoons, rat bashers, Raquels, raspberry ripples, reasons to live, red carpets, resume, the, rib balloons, rib bumpers, rib cushions, rib flaps, rivets, roberts, rockets, Rockies, Romans, roploplos, rositas, rotors, rotundas grandes, roundabouts, roundies, roundtrippers, round mounds of get down, ruby reds, Rudolphs, running lights. Saggers, saggies, salamanders, sams, sandbags, Sapphos, satellites, schmeebs on those nortons, schooners, scones, scooby snacks, scoops, scud missiles, searchlights, set, shabba-dos, shakers, shebas, shelf, shermans, Sherman tanks, shimmies, shirt potatoes, shirt stuffers, shivarees, shlobes, shmozobs, shock absorbers, shoe buffers, show stoppers, Sierra Madres, silos, silver stars, sin pillows, sisters, skeeter bites, skeeter chews, ski slopes, ski slopes to Heaven, skin sacks, slappers, slutskers, smart set, smoothies, smuggling raisins, snack rack, snack trays, snoogans, snootchie bootchie nootchies, snorbs, snow cones, snow tires, snowy prominences, snuggle pups, sockdollagers, sopapillas, space aliens, spark plugs, specials, speed bags, speed bumps, spheres, spinaroonies, splazoingas, spongecakes, spontaneous combustibles, spooge buttons, spuds, squashers, squeaky toys, stacks, stash in the dash, stocking stuffers, strap tangers, stratus-spheres, stress busters, stripper's ATMs, stuff, stuffing, stun grenades, sturgeons, sucklebags, sugar cubes, sugar melons, sugar plums, super droopers, supernauts, sultanas, sweater bumpers, sweater cows, sweater kittens, sweater meat, sweater melons, sweater mittens, sweater puffs, sweater puppets, sweater puppies, sweater stuffers, sweat glands, sweetrolls. Ta-tas, Tahitis, talents, tallapoosas, tamales, tambourines, tankers, tassels, tastycakes, tater tots, tats, tatters, tatties, tattlers, teacups, teatolas, teats, tee pees, teetees, teeters, tentacles, terrible twos, terrible twosome, tetons, thangs, thank yous, they're in my face! 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Uberalles, U-boats, udders (also 'Udds'), uhurus, umbrellas, umlauts, umpa lumpas, unidentified bouncing objects, upper karoos, upper ten, USDAs, utopia. Van Dorens, victrolas, volcanoes, volksvanins, volumes, volvos, voos. Wa-wa pedals, wabs, wahwahs, waldos, Wally Jumblatts, Wally wispoppers, Walters, wanna Bs, warheads, warts, water balloons, watermelons, weapons, weapons of mass distraction (WMD's), wedding tackle, whammers, whapoons, whatchacallems, whim whams, white rabbits, whoo-hoos, whoopies, whoppers, wibbly wobbly wonders, widebodies, wigglers, wigwams, wilsons, windbags, windjammers, windmills, windshield wipers, winnebagos, wipers, wobblers, wobbly-bobbly funbags, woman-pecs, womanhood, wonder twins, wonderments, wongas, wonkas, woodymakers, woofers, wookies, wopbopaloobops, workbench, World Trade Centers, wows, wreaths. Xenoliths, X-rateds, X-ray glasses, xylophones. Yabbos, yabos, yahoos, yahtzees, yam bags, yams, yanni, yayas, yazoos, yeast dough, ying yangs, yippies, yitties, yolandas, yomamas, yoo-hoos, yowsers, yubees, yum-yums, yummies, yugos. Z-bras, zeppelins, ziggurats, ziggys, zingers, zippys, zonkers, zoom zooms, zoombas, zoomers, zwiebacks, ZZ Tops. Ammayi bayili (Telugu); An Bord Bainne (Irish-language. Literally, "The Milk Board", the organisation which oversees the dairy industry in Ireland); avant-postes (outposts); avant-scenes (Apron - of stage);, Bakunyuu (enormous breasts in Japanese); boites-a-Lait (milk bottles); brustwarzen (German, lit. breast warts); avanteges; amortisseurs (shock absorbers); balcon; channulu (Telugu); chuchi (Hindi); deux oeufs sur la plat (French: two eggs on a plate); du monde au balcon (French; size-dependent: literally, "to have the world on one's balcony"); Fahrvergnügens (from the Volkswagen advertising campaign); flotteurs; genaustahagens; gomas (Spanish); grand jeans (French); grand tetons; il y a du beau monde (said of a generously endowed woman - literally "Here we have some nice people".); kyonyuu (huge breasts in Japanese); mamas (Portuguese word for normal size tits); maminhas (Portuguese word for small tits); mamões (Portuguese word for big tits; the fact it's the same word for papayas makes an opportunity for puns); matiti (Swahili); melones (Spanish); oppai (Japanese); orejitas (Spanish); pechos (Latin American Spanish); tatas (corruption of Tetas); tetas (Portuguese); tetas (Spanish); tette (Italian); Titti and Totti (German). 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