From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: All Of Me (fm+, slut) [1/2] Date: 27 Feb 1996 02:32:55 GMT All Of Me Part One "Bless me father, for I have sinned." That's how I began, kneeling in the little cubicle and asking the parish priest to intercede for me. "It has been two months since my last confession and these are my sins." "Go on, my daughter," Father Ryan said to me. "Father, I have lied, I have disobeyed my parents, and I have sworn. And... " "Yes, my dear," he urged me to continue. "And Father, I have fucked sixteen boys." Father Ryan sucked in his breath at that one. But, regaining his composure rapidly, he merely said, "Tell me more, my child." And this is the story that I related to him. * * * My name is Jenny and most of my friends call me Jen. I guess soon some of them might be calling me slut. But that's okay, old, kinda plain looking, I guess, smallish, with glasses. Actually, I'm not much more than 5-feet tall and usually weigh around 95 pounds. I think I've got a decent body and, considering my size, my boobs are downright decent. I was always a good Christian. I seldom had dates and when I did was pretty firm in brushing off any advances. But that all changed a couple of weeks ago. Sue and I went to the movies with her twin brother. Don is kind of the nerdy type and you can trust him to do the nerdy thing. We were watching the movie when Sue got up to go to the rest room. Don, who had been sitting next to his sister moved over next to me. After a few moments he asked if I wanted some popcorn. I said sure and put my hand into the box. Well, the asshole had put a hole in the bottom, unzipped his fly, and had his huge cock poking though it. Very original! I was pissed. "I don't believe you did that," I said loudly enough so that other people turned to look. "You're a jerk." "Shhhh," he said to me looking around nervously. "Don't tell Sue, okay?" He looked terrified and I felt a little sorry for him. I reached back into the popcorn box and his cock had shrunk to a pathetic little worm. I felt a twinge of excitement in my groin and began playing with his penis. It quickly regained its former stature and he began breathing heavily. "I do this with my sister all the time," he whispered between pants. As I digested the significance of that statement he exploded a disgusting gooey mess all over my hand. Not ten seconds later, Sue arrived and I excused myself to go the lady's room. I cleaned up in there. Nobody said a word about the affair and that night I went to bed and thought about it. I fantasized about touching that cock, about putting it into my mouth, about being fucked by it. My hand dropped to my crotch and for the first time I masturbated myself to a delicious orgasm. A couple of days later Don saw me at school. "You wanna get together after classes?" I shook my head but he continued, "Meet me at the 7-11 at 4." I walked away without replying. The rest of the classes seemed to drag by as I thought about the conversation. I couldn't let a little prick like that boss me around, but I wanted to hear more about him and his sister. And I found myself squirming as my pussy got wetter and wetter. By the end of the day I was embarrassed at my predicament and horny as hell. I may have been a virgin, but I knew what it was like to be in a nymphomaniacal rage. So I found myself in the parking lot of the 7-11 at the appointed time. Don was there in the shit-box of a Renault that he called a car. I walked up to the driver's side window. "Get around and get in," he ordered. I rebelled slightly at the thought of being bossed around, but I was always pretty easy to dominate. Maybe it was because of my size. The door had scarcely closed before he backed up the car and drove off. I looked at him as he silently concentrated on the driving. He was yucky, that was the only word for it. But, I was attracted. He drove several miles into the country finally turning off on a dirt lane that led into an old, abandoned farm. He drove behind the barn while the pitching and swaying of the auto's jiggling bringing waves of excitement over me. My legs trembled slightly as I left the vehicle when Don said simply, "OK, we're here." `Where does this cocksucker get off treating me this way?' flashed briefly through my mind, but I pushed it aside. Don led me through an opening in the back to a ladder leading to a loft. "You first," he commanded. I blushed slightly at the thought that he would be looking up my skirt as I scaled the ladder. As I neared the top I looked down and, sure enough, he was looking straight up. I wondered if the wetness had dampened my panties. Don scrambled up the ladder quickly and stood in front of me leering. I backed away slightly as I saw the bulge growing in his pants. "Kiss me," he said reaching out. He grabbed the back of my head and put his lips over mine. His tongue invaded my mouth as he pressed me back against the wall. His cock was hard against my pussy. hard cock. Then his hands dropped to my tits. "No," I said breaking the kiss and attempting to get from between him and the wall of the old barn. "Shit!" he yelled stepping away, "Make up your mind, bitch! Do you want me or not?" "I'm scared, Don," I said in a quivering voice. "What will people think?" "Well then, fuck you," he said with venom dripping from his voice. "Let me know if you change your mind." He started for the ladder. "Please don't go." He turned back to me. "No more of this nonsense. I'm the boss and you do what I tell you. Understand?" "Yes," I whimpered as the last vestige of pride left me. This nerd with pimples was going to fuck me right here and now. And he wasn't going to be nice about it. "That's better but, and I'll only warn you this once, you will do whatever I say or you'll be promptly punished. Your body will be mine whenever I want it, for whatever I want for." He looked at me with an expression of smug victory. Though part of me rebelled at being talked to this way, another part melted. The thought of punishment sent a twinge of pleasure to my pussy. "Whatever you want, Don," I said simply. "Take off your clothes." I must have hesitated because he grabbed me and threw me face first over a couple of old saw horses. It didn't occur to me till later that they had been deliberately placed. Face down and bent over the horses, my skirt was pulled up and I dared not resist. He pulled my panties down to my knees. I shivered when his finger drew a line from the top of my ass-crack to the front of my pussy, pausing at asshole and cunt. I cried out as his hand careened down to whack me on my ass. Again and again and again. I squirmed and tried to put my hands back to ward off the blows but he grabbed my wrists in one hand and spanked me with the other. My ass grew warm as the punishment turned my cheeks bright red. After what must have been thirty blows, the spanking stopped. "Now bitch, I'm gonna pop that virgin cherry of yours and you're gonna love it!" The purple cock sticking out of his unzippered pants looked three feet long. With one push he was inside me and I felt the hymen tear. It hurt, but not as much as the spanking. Don tore my blouse open and squeezed my tits. My nipples were hard between his thumbs and forefingers. He shoved in and out, harder and harder. My hips thrust back against him as the second orgasm of my life exploded and I came in deep, delicious pulsations. Thirty seconds later I came again as he pushed ever more violently into my pussy. "Oh, God," I screamed, and came a third time. He grunted as he exploded inside me. I collapsed onto the floor as he backed away. "Lick it off." I knelt in front of him and took his shriveling cock into my mouth and licked it clean. He examined his member and clucked a quiet approval. "I'll drive you home now, but I expect you at the same place, same time, tomorrow. Understand?" "Yes, Don," I said meekly. That night I lay in bed recalling the day's events. My pussy felt as though he were still inside of me. I wondered whether he was big or small. It had seemed huge to me. When I relived how he bossed me around and punished me, my fingers dove to my cunt and I rubbed myself hard 'til I came. Was I becoming a whore? The next day was a little less painful. I met Don as instructed and we drove to the same location. Don told me to remove my panties before we went into the barn, and he threw them on the front seat of the car. I was first up the ladder again and he looked up as before. But this time my pussy was naked and wet. I looked around the hay mow. The farm had not been worked for many years, but this loft seemed to have been regularly used. I didn't know if it was just Don or if other guys came up here. `Does Don bring his sister up here? Do they fuck at home? Do they really fuck at all?' Some weird contraptions hung from the ceiling and walls. I was sure they weren't related to farming, but said nothing. "Take your clothes off." I began to unbutton my blouse and he shrieked, "Quick!" My clothes were on the floor in thirty seconds. "Lie down on that pile of hay and finger yourself." Self-conscious and my ass still sore from the previous day's spanking, I moved to the end of the loft and lay down with my legs spread, facing Don. I closed my eyes and let my hand rove my body, fantasizing about the yesterday's fucking. Groping fingers found their way inside my sloppy pussy. I opened my eyes to see if Don was watching and saw him sitting on one of the saw-horses with a huge erection bulging through his pants. Oh, how I wanted that cock! Then I came in a shower of sparks. I lay back and said quietly, "I did what you asked, Don. Now please fuck me. Fuck me, okay?" Don looked at me and smiled wickedly. "You were okay and so today you'll be rewarded. Undress me." Crossing the dusty loft, I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my hands over his chest, then rubbed his erect penis through the material. He gasped. Within a few minutes I was back on the floor with Don's face between my legs. He was going to eat me! I clutched the back of his head as his mouth explored my cunt. He slipped his shoulders under my thighs, opening me to the deep thrusts of his tongue. I tingled with another building orgasm. When he started to probe my asshole a sudden thrust that sent a finger deep inside pushed me over the edge of another climax, the strongest yet. "Fuck me," I begged hoarsely between contractions. With my legs still over his shoulders, I guided him into me. Just the head at first, in and out, in and out. "Harder," I cried. "Farther. Stick it into me." I wanted him to fuck the living daylights out of me. I wanted to not be able to walk for a week. Don bent my legs far forward and attacked me with glee. Harder and deeper his thrusts went. His balls slapped against my ass as he seemed to be ripping me apart. "Oh, God, I'm gonna come again," I screamed, and exploded into climax after climax. I reached for his ass and pulled hard, trying to get that glorious cock to sink yet deeper. "Fuck me, Don. Fuck me, Don," I said timed to each thrust of his hips. "Make it hurt." When I touched his balls I felt his cock throb inside me and then he gushed, spurt after spurt. It felt wonderful! Don collapsed panting onto the floor and I pulled his head onto my breast, gently stroking his hair. "That was wonderful, lover," I said, "Can we do this every day?" This went on for a number of weeks, though not every day. We explored new positions and new locales. We did it in the boys' rest room before school, in my parents' bed one day when they weren't home, even in a church pew. Don was like a schizophrenic. Some days he was very nice to me. Other days brought frightful punishments when I didn't please him. Though the sex was great, I came to like it better when accompanied by the punishment. School let out for the summer and July 4th was just around the corner when he said to me, "Jenny, you're ready now." "Ready for what?" I asked automatically unbuttoning my blouse. "Tell your parents that you're spending Independence day with me and my sister. That's actually the truth, but I have a surprise for you." My heart beat faster at the possibility of learning just what was going on between Don and Sue. I'd thought about it often, torn between jealously and excitement that she was fucking her own brother. July 4th came and, for a change, Don drove to the house to pick me up. I waved good bye to my parents, saying that I didn't expect to be home until after the fireworks. I didn't specify the kind of fireworks I was expecting. I was disappointed to see that Sue was not in the car. Don merely said that I'd see her later and he drove off. After traversing several blocks, he pulled the car to the side of the road and handed me a bag. "Get out of your clothes and put these on," he ordered. The bag held some flimsy night clothes and a blind-fold. "Don, I can't," I said looking at the cars going by. "Do it, you fucking whore!" he snarled at me. "Do it or I'll take you home and you'll never know what you missed." I hunkered down and stripped off my clothes and put on the lingerie. It was actually a two piece set; purple tap pants and a matching see-through camisole. Last, I put on the blindfold. "Put your hands in front of you," he said. I did so and felt the cold iciness of steel locking around my wrists. He handcuffed me! "Don't touch the blind-fold," he commanded. Another fifteen minutes of driving and I had lost track of all the turns. We pulled into a graveled driveway or parking lot. Don turned the engine off, came around to my side of the car and opened the door. I carefully got out and then he put something around my throat. "A dog collar," he announced simply. "Listen very carefully," he said, "Do whatever I or anyone else tells you. Don't embarrass me." "What do you mean, you or `anyone else'?" "Shut up." He jerked on the collar and led me by the leash across the gravel. "Watch your step," he said, and helped me up four steps and through a door. We went down what seemed to be a short hallway into a room where I sensed, but could not hear, other people. A metallic jingle and my arms were lifted over my head. I heard a snap and my arms were released but I couldn't lower them. I was chained! "Here she is," Don announced. "She's tiny," said another voice. It sounded like a grown man. The room exploded into more voices than I could count. Most sounded like boys around Don's age. Others seemed older. Some of the voices I thought I could recognize but I wasn't certain. They left me hanging there for several minutes while laughter and raucous conversation filled the room. I was terrified. Then I felt a hand on my ass, circling at first then drifting down between my legs. It slid around my hip to my pussy while an erect cock pressed against my buttocks. First one hand, then another, encircled my breasts and fondled them roughly. The hand pulled at the top of my panties and groped my cunt and I felt a finger painfully inserted into me. "The fucking cunt isn't even wet," the voice exclaimed at the same time as I heard the click of a camera. All of a sudden there were hands all over me. I was lowered from the chain. What few clothes I had were torn off as I was pushed from one set of open arms to another. One kissed me roughly, another grabbed my pussy and on and on and on. After an eternity I was forced to lay over the knees of somebody who smelled as though he had been drinking. Smack! I felt the familiar stinging sensation as a hand came forcefully down on my ass. Smack! The sound rang through the room as voices urged my tormenter on. Smack! The hand that punished me seemed larger and meatier than Don's. In any case, the blows were much harder. Smack! I cried out in pain but that only caused the blows to come down harder. "Bitch," the voice exclaimed in time with the spanking. "You've got a lesson to learn and you're gonna learn it now!" Smack! Howls of pain became howls of lust as the male voices urged my tormentor on. Where was Don, I wondered? Who cares! The spanking stopped but I was still pinned across his knees. I began to think of him as Superman. One of Superman's hands was planted in my back, holding me down. The other slipped between my legs and covered my pussy. I was so wet that I could smell myself in heat. At the moment of rough contact, I exploded into orgasm. "The bitch is ready," he announced standing up and allowing me to unceremoniously roll onto the floor. "You all draw numbers like usual, but the cunt is mine, first!" Draw numbers? All of a sudden, it occurred (or re-occurred) to me that I was in a room - where I didn't know - with a bunch of men - who I didn't know - being sexually abused. Gawd! It was wonderful!!! I heard a commotion and then a whining voice complain, "Sixteen! That sucks!" "No, the bitch sucks," said Superman, "Watch." "Get on your knees," he said. I knew he was talking to me but, even if I hadn't, the jerking of the leash would have told me. I knelt in the direction that Superman's voice seemed to be coming from and, with wrists still cuffed, groped till I felt the legs in front of me. I groped further and felt the erection of a monster cock through the pants material. "You know what to do." I unzipped him and felt around finally extracting `Super- Penis' through the hole in his underwear. It fell out and hit me in the mouth. I took it between my lips and started licking and sucking as my hands went up and down the shaft. The son-of-a- bitch was huge. Not only was he longer than Don, but wider too. Superman reached behind my head and grabbed me, whamming his prick into my mouth. I tried to push against him but he was too strong. All I could do was open my mouth wider and give him a clear access to my throat. Soon he was in my throat and I was fighting a gag reflex. He thrust his hips ever forward while holding my head still. All at once, he gave a big thrust forward and I felt his balls slapping against my chin. My nose was in his mat of tangled pubic hair as his cock impaled my throat deeply. "Suck and lick, you fucking whore-bitch," he commanded. With his cock so deep in me, stretching my throat to the bursting point, I tilted my head to give Super-Penis a straighter path. I swished my tongue over the base of his cock feeling the hairs between my teeth. I moved my whole body back and forth letting his cock slide up and down my throat. I began to get excited as I felt his cock stiffen and get even bigger. I knew he was about to come. And, all of a sudden come he did. It seemed like gallons of it gushing into my mouth and throat. I could feel some escape and drip down from the corner of my mouth. Superman was done with me and a smaller set of hands grabbed my shoulders, pulling me to the floor. "Hello, whore," said a voice attached to the hands, "I'm going to fuck you. And so is everyone in this room. And then we're going to fuck you again." All I could do was moan as I felt my pussy contract. The hands groped my breasts and squashed them against my chest. I decided to call this one Number two. He grabbed the chain between the cuffs than bound my wrists and forced my arms over my head. Another set of hands then pinned my arms to the floor as I heard Number two unzip his fly. He knelt down, roughly spreading my legs, and quickly penetrated my cunt. His cock felt more Don-size and I took him easily. "Tell me you love me," he said as he thrust rapidly into and out of me. His voice seemed young, maybe younger than Don's. "I love you." Another orgasm hit as his cock stiffened. But instead of shooting his load into me, he pulled out. I felt come spraying my face and tits. "On your hands and knees," came the deep voice of number three. These guys were fucking me almost faster than I could count. Number two was the slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am type but, I had a feeling this guy was going to be different. Obeying the voice which sounded like an older black man's, I rolled over onto my tummy and raised myself onto my hands and knees. I felt his hands on the upper part of my back and then felt him squatting behind me. He entered me from behind with one big push of a cock as long as Superman's but not as thick. "Give me a ride," the deep voice commanded. He took the leash and jerked me by the throat. His weight was partially on my back and partially on my legs as he stayed impaled in me. He must have been taking most of his weight himself in his squatting position because I was able to me while we slowly moved in whatever direction he jerked the leash. He said something that I didn't hear because I was concentrating on the delicious cock buried in me. My head came jerking up violently and I started to gag as he pulled on the leash sharply. "I said bark, bitch," the low voice growled. "Bark like the dog that you are!" So, with a dick in my cunt, handcuffs on my wrists, a blind- fold over my eyes, a leash around my neck, and a big, black man riding me, I crawled around the room barking and growling like a dog. Because that was what I had been told to do. This was a long fuck and I came several times in small waves of orgasm. But, all good things have to come to and end and I soon felt the now familiar sensation of Number three's cock starting to grow and throb inside of me. With that he pulled out of me and rolled me onto the floor on my back and came all over my face and tits. I stuck my tongue out greedily trying to suck up some of that come. "Now my boy," number three said to me, "Jerk him off." I felt the presence of another body in front of me. Number four was much smaller than the last one - presumably his son - and had his dick already exposed waving in my face. For a small boy, the dick was big. I began to fondle his member and heard his breathing become deeper rapidly. After no more than thirty seconds I massaged his balls to be greeted my a massive explosion of sticky come on my face. I felt is dripping onto my tits and my belly. The boy was quick and this was greeted by laughter around the room. Feeling sorry for the kid, I leaned forward to take his cock into my mouth but instead had my arms roughly grabbed from behind. I was jerked away and dragged across the floor to the cheering of the spectators. "Now it's my turn," snarled a voice. With come on my face, in my hair, and hanging from the nipples on my tits, I lay in the middle of the floor waiting to find out how number five intended to mount me. I didn't have long to wait. "Don't just lay there, bitch. Sit on it." Several sets of hands picked me up and put me down on top of him. He was already lying on the floor, face up, and buck naked as far as I could tell. "Put it in," he commanded simply. I reached beneath me as well as I could with the cuffs and, adjusting my position, grabbed his cock and moved it towards my sloppy vagina. I assumed a squatting position and lowered myself onto him. He seemed to be sized about like Don but I wished he were sized more like number one or even number three. That is, until he actually entered me. I'd never done it this way before and he felt huge with my weight pressing me down and his cock impaling me from below. "Fuck me," he said, "You do the work - I'm tired." I began to raise and lower myself seven or eight inches at a time. Despite what he said, he was raising his hips up every time I lowered myself to sink himself as deep in me as he could. The room was becoming noisy and a chant went up, "Hump the bitch, hump the bitch." From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: All Of Me (fm+, slut) [2/2] Date: 27 Feb 1996 02:32:58 GMT All Of Me Part Two Though my legs were tiring, the fucking went on a long time. I smelled liquor being poured and felt the presence of bodies pressing close. A bottle of something foul was pressed to my lips and I was forced to drink something that burned my throat. Number five started pumping vigorously and I came for the umpteenth time. Unlike the others, I felt him stiffen inside of me and then come in spurts of delicious goo. I continued to pump even after I he went soft. "Now it's my turn, whore. Come here." The voice seemed to come from my left and I walked on wobbly legs to where the voice seemed to come from. Hands kept running over my body. One set stopped me from behind, cupped my left breast roughly and stuck a finger into my ass. "Now, fuck me," said the voice that went with the finger. Evidently this was number six. Number six lowered me to the floor on my back, threw my legs onto his shoulders and thrust his cock into my pussy. He leaned forward heavily till my legs were almost over my ears and my cunt was facing straight up. He pumped me so hard that I yelled in pain. "You're killing me!" That brought a howl of laughter from the gaggle of males that seemed to press around. Number six fucked me long and hard exploding so deep inside of me that I thought he was coming out my throat. I didn't have an orgasm with him. "Stand up," I was told when he was though with me. So I stood up and felt gooey jizm drip down the inside of my legs. I feared I must have looked a mess and I could smell myself. I smelled like a whorehouse. "Drink some more," said a voice. The bottle, I guessed it was whiskey, was pushed to my lips again and, gagging, I got several swallows down. I began to feel woozy. "I have to go to the bathroom," I announced. "So go ahead," said the voice of someone who, though I hadn't fucked him yet, I certainly would soon. "Where?" I asked. "Right where you are, bitch!" said the voice. I felt something shoved between my legs. "Into the pail standing up." "No," I said, "please don't make me do that." "Who's next?" the voice raged in anger. "I am," answered a voice. It was Don! "Well that's good because you brought the uncooperative bitch here in the first place. I want her punished and I want her punished good. Teach her some respect." "Come here, Jen," Don said to me pulling me by the arm. I was a little scared of what the punishment could be. "I'm sorry I have to do this to you, but you've got it coming." He led me to a narrow bench and bent me over it, face down. My hands were clamped into some sort of restraints at the end and I was helpless. A few moments later, I felt something greasy being applied around and then into my asshole. Don was going to fuck me in the ass! The thought both excited me and scared me. I heard Don - I assumed it was still him behind me - unbuckling his belt only to be greeted by a growing chant: "Punish her! Punish her!" I began to grow scared. All at once a felt a cock at my virgin asshole. He pressed the cock I so adored against my rose-bud, spreading me. I tried to relax, but too late. With a sudden thrust he entered me and a howling scream escaped my lips. I was being ripped apart. He stood still with his prick in my asshole as I lay writhing underneath him. "Do it," came a voice that seemed to be Superman's - my number one. How many were we up to? That's right, Don was number seven. "Is my cock in your ass?" asked Don. "Yes," I gasped. Though the initial waves of pain were subsiding, I still felt like I was impaled on a telephone pole. "Wrong answer," he said. And the belt lashed my back. I screamed and wiggled, but between my hands bound to the bench and his weight on my ass, I couldn't escape the source of pain. The first lash was followed by two more leaving streaks of pain across my upper back. "Is my cock in your ass?" he asked again putting inflection on the last word. "Yes," I screamed at him hysterically not knowing what it was I was supposed to say to him. Three more lashes. The leather of the belt stung viciously as I was whipped in front of this crowd of men. "Say it you dumb bitch!" he said to me, "Is my cock in your ass?" "Yes," I cried, "Your cock is in my ass!" "That's better," he said softly. Now he began to slow pump in and out of me. "I have to punish you now, Jen," he said, "Because you disobeyed an order. You are a slave, a tramp, and a whore. And you must obey immediately the command of anybody in this room. Do you understand?" "Yes," I said, and then added, "Master." His fucking was more vigorous and despite the pain and the humiliation, I began raising my hips to swallow his manhood deeper into my bowels. The belt came down again to enforce the lesson I had just been taught. But the blows were half-hearted. Instead of the searing pain I felt before, these hurt deliciously. Oh, I wanted to be spanked again right there in front of all those people. I felt Don's penis stiffen and swell. He came inside of my rectum in mighty lunges gushing his seed deep within my recesses. I lifted my hips as high as I could to take him in and felt his balls slapping against my twat. When he withdrew I felt the need to evacuate my bowels and hoped that Don didn't have shit on the end of his dick. I also felt pressure on my bladder reminding me that I had to pee like a race horse. But I wasn't given the opportunity for the hands of number eight turned me over right on the bench forcing my arms, which were still tied to the bench, to cross at the elbows. He entered my pussy, now slippery with both my love juices and the come of I could hardly remember how many men, and began lifting me off the bench with each thrust. Number eight seemed to be about average sized, maybe a little smaller, but he knew how to use what he had. My hips hung over the edge of the bench and my pussy pointed slightly down. Number eight was almost fucking me from below by getting under me and with each thrust, burying himself into me until the point where his cock was lifting me in the air a good six inches. It was wonderful and I felt my come time and time again. He fucked me for a good fifteen minutes before pulling out and shooting his jizm over my tits and belly. All this time, and he never said a word. When he was through, my hands were untied and I was pulled up by the wrists. I was still handcuffed. I was led to the same pail as before. This time I didn't hesitate because I had to go so bad I almost couldn't stand it. I stood there with my legs spread and straddling the pail and felt relief as the urine streamed down noisily into the pail. Ah, sweet relief. It didn't bother me at all that all these men were watching and laughing. Over the next hour or so I was fucked again and again. The one who fucked me missionary style couldn't have been more than thirteen years old. He came even more quickly than did number six (or was it five?). He shot his load into me but most ejaculated on my face or tits or belly. One guy lifted my legs onto his shoulders but, instead of sticking himself into my cunt, he rammed himself into my ass and gave me a rough butt-fucking. Unlike with Don, I came mightily. Sixteen led me to the middle of the floor and forced me to kneel in front of him and suck his cock. Come leaked from my pussy and my violated asshole. I felt it dripping down my face and throat, down the insides of my legs, and down my belly from the tits. I was a mess but, now that it was almost over, I was going to give this guy - he seemed to be just a kid - the best blow job of his life. I worked on him for a few minutes until he withdrew. He pulled me to my feet and led me to the same bench as before. But, this time I laid down in the opposite direction with my head hanging over the edge. "Open your mouth," he said. Understanding, I opened myself trying to give him a clear shot to my throat. He entered me and began pushing farther and farther. I momentarily gagged as he entered my throat but his manhood (boyhood?) prevented any sound from escaping. I breathed through my nose as he crammed himself deep in me. I swished my tongue greedily over his cock trying to reach around and stroke the vein running along the bottom (or to me, the top). Then he emit a groan as he released his load into me, most of it going right into my throat. Some of his warm jizm remained in my mouth and attempted to suck it up but a little managed to dribble out of the corner of my mouth. I thought that would be it but a voice called out, "Who wants seconds?" How long could this go on I wondered? I was helpless to leave even if I wanted to but, I was beginning to get sore. I doubted I would be able to walk anyway but bow-legged for weeks. I was led to the middle of the room and ordered to "Sit on it." It sounded like number three, the black man with the long dick. I straddled him at the hips and lowered myself onto his rejuvenated cock. By the distance it went up into me I knew that, yes, this was number two. "Now bend forward," said another voice. It was Superman - number one. The one with the HUGE pecker. I leaned forward, knowing what was to follow. I felt him straddle his legs around my hips and with start to thrust himself into my rear end. He was much bigger than the other two who had butt-fucked me and his first attempt wasn't successful. He then put his meaty hands on my shoulders and, pulling against me, thrust harder into me causing me to shriek in pain as he entered me. I felt moisture and knew that he was so big that he was causing some bleeding. I could feel the two cocks touching each other through the thin wall separating my nether region from my over-used pussy. But that wasn't enough. I then felt a third cock being pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth to accept what I guessed to be the dick of number nine or number ten. Without a voice, I couldn't be sure. All at once, the three men started pumping. I was trapped between the three and couldn't move even if I'd had the slightest idea how to. Every cavity in my body was being filled with the cocks of men that were fucking a high school girl probably half their age. I heard some squashing noises which turned out to be a couple of the others masturbating themselves close by. They came onto my back but the ass-cunt-mouth fucking lasted a while. The guy in front of me pushed particularly hard and I felt myself being shoved back onto the other two cocks so that I was buried more deeply than I thought I could handle. The guy underneath me was hitting bottom with every stroke. The guy on top of me was shoving his member deep within the confines of my bowels and had me spread wide open. All of a sudden I came with violent orgasms. My whole body shook over and over as the three men, almost simultaneously also came in me. I must have fainted for I remember things going dark and, the next thing I knew, I was on the bench on my back. "Jenny," a sweet voice spoke. It was a feminine voice. "Sue?" I asked still groggy. "It's me, Jenny. Sue. And, now it's my turn." The last words didn't really sink in. I was still trying to figure out why it was dark. Then the blindfold, the handcuffs, and the leash all came back to me. But I didn't have time to say any more for the next thing I was aware of was a damp, pungent pussy in my face. I was to eat my girlfriend Sue! She shoved her mound back and forth across my mouth till my tongue darted out and began stroking her. I felt her asshole rubbing my nose. Her hands drifted down and began rubbing my tits and then my clit. She moaned softly as she ground her pussy against my mouth and let out a loud howl as she came. I was on the edge myself and she finished me off quickly as she lowered her face to my sopping crotch and darted her tongue into me and over my clit. After that, Don led me and Sue across the floor and though a door. Among the voices that were jabbering I heard one say, "She's all right Don. And you did all right. Congratulations - you're a member." We were led to a room. I felt the handcuffs being removed and Don said, "Okay, you can take the blindfolds off." I reached up and tore mine off in relief. I noticed that Sue had been similarly blind-folded and was surprised. And though Sue was as naked as I, she wasn't covered from head to toe in come. We showered with Don standing outside the door. Sue explained the ordeal to me as best she could. All that she really knew was that there was some all-male club in town. To be a member, you had to introduce a woman to the group who was both pretty and talented. I had never thought of myself as pretty before. Sue also explained that the woman had to be submissive and I was glad I was able to help Don. She told me of her experience several months before. At the time, a total of twenty-one males were present for the `initiation'. It seemed that the holiday found some members out of town. Her mentor, a friend of Don's named Franky had also gained admittance to the club of which there were, evidently, about fifty active members. The girls were invited, but never forced, to come back. The rules remained the same as far as blind-folds and bondage were concerned, but lesbianism was also expected and encouraged. When we were done, we were re-blindfolded and led outside to the car. I could tell by the coolness that it was already evening and that I had been fucking for seven or eight hours and not the two or three that I thought. Though I had washed, I felt I still smelled like a whore- house. I liked it and wanted to do it again. Judging by the shakiness of my legs, it would have to wait for a few weeks. When we got close to town, Don let us take off our blind-folds and put on our clothes. "So Sue," I said to my friend, "Does your brother fuck you?" "All the time," she said to me. "Interested in a threesome?" "Absolutely," I said. We did go to the fireworks that night, and followed them with some more intimate fireworks of our own. Father Ryan was momentarily quiet as he considered the long story I just told to him. "Child," he finally said to me in that quiet, confession-box voice of his, "I'm afraid I have to consider what you penance will be. Please leave now and wait for me in the back room of the church while I consider this matter." I was startled. Confession is supposed to be a private thing and I didn't like the idea of Father Ryan having a face to attach to the story. But now, several weeks after the gang-bang, my conscience was really bothering me. I did as I was told and went into the back room where the priests dressed before mass. Several minutes later, Father Ryan walked into the room and looked at me. I felt shame for my sins. "Child," he said. "I have considered the matter and now you must kneel before your God." I did as I was told kneeling on the thin carpet that lined the floor. Father Ryan stood in front of me and in a single motion unzipped his fly, whipped out his cock, and shoved it in my mouth. His cock was huge. In fact I recognized that cock. It was number one's! Father Ryan was my Superman! I opened my mouth wider to accept his delicious cock.