Author: Bulgroz the Third Title: The Adjusters #20 - A Day in the Life (III) Keywords: MF, mc Posted: September 3, 2011 Edited: September 3, 2011 The Adjusters #20 A Day in the Life (III) Lying in the sun on this relatively isolated beach near St John's, in the Virgin Islands, Jennifer Hansen was not only enjoying the warmth on her skin, but mainly the feeling of being herself, alone, free--if only temporarily. Biff had gone to get some drinks, and this time he had not left her any instructions aside from staying put and not to hide her body. All in all, this was a rather minor set of instructions. And so she was left to savor the pleasures of this idyllic area of the Caribbeans, her very own gilded prison She spotted from the corner of her eye a group of older teenage boys walking past the towel she was lying on, local black kids judging from their clothes and general demeanor, and saw them openly stare at her. And why would they not? she reflected bitterly--I look amazing, my body's taken to the sun like a fish to water, and this micro-bikini hides absolutely nothing. When she felt their eyes on her, she could not help the thrill of arousal shooting straight to her crotch, and her body reacted automatically ever since--before she could complete the thought, her nipples tightened, her thighs clenched, and her pussy started juicing up. Here we go again. The boys whistled as they walked past her. "Nice tits, babe!"--"Want me to rub some lotion on you? I got great hands!"--"You fuck as good as look?" Nothing terribly original, nothing she had not heard a thousand times already since they had landed on this goddamned island already a month ago. She felt no compulsion to respond to their prompts--Biff had made sure that her body would react to people looking at her, but mercifully did not force her to engage in conversation automatically anymore--and she was grateful that they did not actually stop to pester her. They kept walking and admiring her body, their gaze lingering on her breasts, barely covered by two small triangular patches over her nipples, before traveling down to her taut stomach and then to her crotch, also barely covered by a triangular patch even smaller than those over her nipples, and then down her long naked legs. Biff wanted her on display. She was insanely thankful that he was not there right then, as he would almost certainly have made her put on a show of some sort for those boys. Biff. She could feel her body tense and her teeth clench. What had he done to her? That question was still going round and round in her head, like an earworm of which she could not rid herself. In those rare instances when he let her speak freely, she had asked him--okay, screamed at him--and he had always merely replied that it was magic and that he had used his amazing mesmerizing powers, all of that said with his most sufficient smile. She had had a lot of time to reconstruct the sequence of events that led her to her current situation, but she was missing a lot, and it was not even clear that knowing what had happened was helpful. It started with Biff cornering her after one of her classes back in January, and he must have drugged her because everything was a blur after that, a blur in which images flashed in and out--lab equipment, Biff, a bespectacled young man she would later learned was called Bernie, other images that she could not identify. And then the memories of what she caught herself calling her disconnected life--obeying whatever Biff told her to do, her consciousness a silent passenger in her own body, a witness to the events of her life, unable to affect them. When Biff had showed up at her apartment and ordered her to give him head. When he had called her after class the next day and told her to dress sexy and go meet him and he had taken her for the first time, while he recorded everything, and afterwards when Bernie had shown up and injected her with something and everything became a blur again. When they skipping from cheap motel to cheap motel, finally ending up in that abandoned farm house. Until this trip to the Caribbeans, that had seemed to so anger Biff. Memories. She had screamed herself hoarse there at the beginning--in a manner of speaking, of course, since she was trapped inside her own head. But not anymore. She was tired of screaming. It did not work. Nothing did. She was a toy for Biff, a life-sized doll for him to play with. And play with her he did. It had been nonstop since that first day, over and over again. She shivered internally just thinking about it all. He did not seem to get tired of taking her. Wherever they were, whomever was around, he would slip his dick between her legs and take her, hard and fast. He loved her mouth, spending many hours just sitting back and watching her bob her head up and down on his dick until she felt her jaw would fall off. And he had a special spot for her ass, which he had fucked for the first time after a week of preparation. Plucking her anal cherry, he still called it. Bastard. Two months of sexual slavery. There was no other word for it. She hated it, hated it all, which made it all the more worse. Because Biff had made sure that her body would be exquisitly sensitive to any sort of stimulation, even just being looked at. Just the thought of someone's hands running down her sides to her hips was enough to make her pussy tingle in anticipation. And when a dick slid inside her--Jesus, it felt like nothing else in the world! She hated what she was doing, what she had no choice of doing, but at the same time, she was at the receiving end of pleasure unlike any she had ever felt before. Her body was betraying her, over and over again. Is that how you go insane? she wondered. Had she, in fact, gone insane? Was that the explanation? Was this all a supremely complex hallucination her sick brain was conjuring up? That thought was almost comforting. A vision of herself in an insane asylum--in a corner of a fully padded room, drooling all over herself, arms tied in a straight jacket to keep her from frigging herself to death--flashed in her mind, and even that image made her pussy juice up. Another wonderful gift from Biff, who thought it was a hoot to get her body to react with arousal whenever she felt humiliated. At the periphery of her perception, she felt the teenage boys moving away, turning their heads to look at her and let their eyes crawl over her exposed body one last time. One last time. Daniel. Oh God, Daniel! Stop it, she chided herself. Don't go there. But she did. She flashed back to that one last time she had seen her fiance, fast asleep in their bed and hugging her pillow. He had looked so peaceful, untroubled by anything, almost innocent. She had wanted to shake him awake, beg him to run away with her, run far, far, away from Biff and his friends. But she did not. She could not. Biff's instructions had been to act normal until he contacted her again, and so she had merely kissed Daniel lightly on the forehead, left him a short note to thank him for what she feared was their last night together and to tell him that she was thinking of renting a movie for the evening. And then she had gone to class. And then Biff had snatched her away. "Dress sexy, doll" Biff had told her, "and come meet me at this address." And she had done it. She had gone back home to pick up her sexiest yet classy outfit--her favorite dress shirt with that short black skirt that she had worn at her prom and had made her date almost spill his drink--and she had had one last look around, scared beyond measure that she would not be allowed to return, that Biff would keep her to himself, unwilling to let her go, and unable to do anything about it. She had felt so alone, would have given anything for a chance to feel Daniel's arms around her telling her everything would be all right. But that kind of succor had not been available--it rarely was, she had discovered early in life--and she was now indeed alone. All the more so because who knew what Daniel thought of her at this moment? As far as he knew, she had dumped him to go frolic with Biff. The fact that on their last night together, following Biff's instructions to fuck him as well as she knew how, she had seduced her fiance by telling him a story featuring Biff must have felt like twisting the knife in the wound. Never mind that she had been trying to tell him what had happened to her, within the leeway of the instructions that Biff had given her--Daniel had not picked up on the clues. And why should he have, she despaired, it's not like I was behaving much different than usual. And clearly, he had seemed to enjoy it. Oh, Daniel had searched for her at first, she was sure of it. That may even have been the reason why Biff had had them leave town so fast. And there had been that sleazy-looking private investigator on their tail, too. But of course, Biff had been unable to resist the temptation and had sent her off to seduce the man, telling her to offer him her best blow job, and also to give him her engagement ring and a message for Daniel, namely that it was all over between them. Between that and the video clips of her fucking with enthusiasm and eagerness and imagination that Biff recorded and that he said he regularly emailed to Daniel--he had this sick kick of wanting to torture Daniel by showing him how much of a slut his fiancee could be for other men, like the first time Biff claimed her ass, her first threesome with another girl, her first gangbang--well, she could understand that Daniel might want nothing else to do with her. And when Biff had discovered that she liked to write, had a talent for spinning tales, and had forced her to send emails to Daniel recounting her adventures--porn, pure and simple, with me as the star, she thought--she could only imagine that Daniel would think she was enjoying torturing him, and might want to just forget about her, thinking of her as a cruel cheating bitch. How could she blame him? She could not hope that he trusted her enough to know that she was not doing any of it of her own free will. After all, even she did not understand what was happening. Were Daniel right before her, she would not know even where to start explain what was going on. And that's assuming that Biff would let me talk freely--she shivered at what Biff could make her do or say were she to see Daniel again. Perhaps it was all for the best that she was so far from him. "So did those boys check you out good, doll?" Biff's voice, always faintly mocking, boomed from behind her. His shadow crept over her. "Beause I gotta tell you, the view's damn nice from up here." She looked up over her sunglasses at the upside-down hulking figure. He was holding two large glasses filled with multicolored liquid in swirling patterns. He was wearing a tee shirt and bermuda shorts, the typical American student on an island party binge outfit. Here we go again, she moaned inside, realizing that she had hoped without hope that he would take longer to do what he did. "They did, big guy," she said, unable to control her words or her tone of voice, low and sultry. In her mind, she pictured it as a thick veneer over her personality, one that she had absolutely no control over, making her act as a nymphomaniac girlfriend--all per Biff's instructions, of course. It was still her, anyone could head, anyone could tell, but she was not driving. Even though she had been living like this for weeks now, it remained disconcerting and scary as all hell. "Jennie could see them stare at her big titties, wanting to grab them and press into them hard, you know, the way you like to do it? But they just walked away." She managed to sound disappointed. Bill grinned, and dropped down next to her. He handed her one of the glasses. The concoction tasted like someone had poured out a bottle of rum, and added some fruit juice as an afterthought to give it color. Yet, she drank it, propped on one elbow. "Sorry you didn't get to feel their hands on you, doll. I know how you like strangers groping you. I bet you're all wet now, ain't you? My little beach slut..." Jenn felt her hand move to her crotch and push aside the tiny triangle covering her slit and run a finger through it. She moaned softly, her hips shifting up with the motion. She did not fight her body--that never worked anyways--and she was rewarded by a lance of pleasure stabbing through her clit. She pulled her finger out and brought it to her lips, letting it hover teasingly. "You're absolutely right, big guy. Jennie is dripping wet, as you can see." she said, sliding her wet finger through her lips and sucking on it, her eyes in Biff's eyes. "Jennie is all ready for you. Would you like to fuck Jennie? You could give those boys a little show. Show them what they're missing out on?" Please don't, she pleaded internally. Not out here. Take me back to our room if you're gonna have me. Biff let his eyes travel down her body, and he licked his lips. Jenn felt her nipples tighten in response, and she knew full well that Biff had noticed, because he grinned widely. But rather than proceed with fondling her, as she was expecting, he leaned back and stared in the distance where the teenage boys were kicking a soccer ball around, drinking beer. He grinned again. "A tempting offer, doll, but I have another idea. It's been a while we haven't recorded a little something for your ex-fiance, hasn't it? I think I know exactly what would make for a great movie." He paused dramatically, taking a sip from his drink. Oh fuck, she thought, not that. Biff seemed to read her mind. "How about you go and see those boys down there and invite them over to our suite later tonight? I think it'll be fun. We'll have ourselves a little party. Go on, doll, go invite then. Now." His tone made the command clear, so there was no room for her to interpret his instructions creatively. She reluctantly accepted that she would most likely be the star of another gangbang tonight. One day, she thought, one day I'll get you for this, you fucking bastard. She stood up and shook off the sand that had blown onto her skin. As she reached down to grab her towel, Biff stopped her. "No," he said, shaking his head. "Go like that. I don't want you covering that hot little body of yours. Besides, how are you going to convince them to come along if you're not showing off your wares? Whatever you do, make sure they accept your gracious invitation. I want you at your most persuasive, if you know what I mean." He winked exaggerately. She felt her face smile, her hips cock to the side. "Of course, big guy. Jennie will be at her most convincing. She will use her best... arguments." She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, to her own embarrassment. "Looks good, doll. Whatever works. Now move that cute ass of yours before they scram." She could feel his eyes on her body as she made her way down the beach to where the boys that had ogled her earlier were hanging out. She tried to focus on the warm sand beneath her feet, the hot sun on her skin, the light breeze that caught in her hair, anything to avoid thinking about what she was doing. This place would be so perfect if it wasn't for... you know... As she neared them, her body went automatically into what she had come to call high seduction mode. Her steps became shorter, her movements more fluid, her hips swayed more--every movement ensuring that her breasts would bounce as much as possible. She knew her face harbored a little smile, her eyes unreadable behind dark sunglasses, but looking hungry. She reached up to untie the ponytail that kept her hair up and let her long hair cascade down to her shoulders. She had no illusions--she knew she looked like a wet dream, and could foresee exactly what the next few minutes would look like. She braced herself for it, knowing there was no fighting it, and she hated that all she was left with was trying to find solace in the pleasure that those boys ogling and pawing her would bring. The boys noticed her when she was almost upon them. One of them saw her first and stared--earning a soccer ball to the face for his trouble--and he pointed her out excitedly to his friends. They stopped what they were doing and watched her approach. This time they remained silent, probably unsure of her intentions. She advanced in the middle of the rough semicircle they formed, all five of them. Once there, she stuck a model's pose, head high, chest thrust out, with one leg off the side and one hand on her hip. "Hello boys," she said, her voice low, caressing, enticing. The boys stared, dumbstruck. Their eyes roamed up and down her body, and it reacted to the attention. She felt her breasts swell, her clit throb, her pussy moisten. Her body was getting ready for sex. Getting primed, Biff called it, like a car revving up before a race. From the boys' expressions, she knew they had noticed her nipples hardening through her minuscule bikini. Here she was, practically naked but for a few patches of material on her nipples and her crotch, tanned and glistening and looking like a goddess on this Caribbean beach. "You boys like what you see?" Clearly they needed a bit of a push. All their earlier bluster seemed to have gone out of them. They looked like the teenage boys they were, unsure how to act with a woman that was comfortable with her own sexuality. Little do they know, she thought. "You were certainly looking at Jennie hard enough back there. It made Jennie feel all dirty. And you know what?" She paused, then slowly spun on herself, hearing them gasp when she faced away from them and they could see exactly how much material was not covering her rear, getting a perfectly view of her ass barely marred by a tiny string running between her cheeks. When she completed her turn, she saw that they all sported erections. "Jennie really enjoys feeling dirty," she purred. They were staring at her, silent, motionless. She had taken them by surprise, she figured. Between the fact that she was taking the initiative, and the fact that she was referring to herself in the third person--something Biff had her do once and had made permanent once he realized how much he enjoyed it and how much it disgusted her--the boys had no idea what she was up to, and would not make a move. She, therefore, had the take the first step. She cast her attention towards one of the boys, who had his eyes glued to her breasts. He was of average height, and looked like every other local boy on the island. He looked young, innocent, and his eyes seemed kind. She smiled, and took a step towards him. "Do you like them?" she asked him. His eyes widened and he looked like he was about to scamper away. "It's okay," she soothed him. "You can look. You can look as much as you want. After all, if Jennie wears a suit likes this, it must be because she wants boys like you to look, don't you think?" She slid her hands beneat her breasts and hefted them up, squeezing them together. The boy's eyes widened even more. "Would you like to touch them?" she asked softly. The way that boy was looking at her made her almost blush--he was acting like he was in the presence of an angel. She smiled encouragingly, and stepped yet closer to him. The boy lifted a hand, cautiously, hesitatingly, and let it hover a few inches from her chest without going any further. There was a deep silence, the tension building, almost palpable. The spell was broken when one of the boys, taller than the others, spoke up. "Come on, Tiger, what are you waiting for?" He tried to sound cool, but there was a hesitation in his voice, a tremor. When she did not react, he continued, the hesitation gone. "Come on, grab her tits already!" There he is, she thought, the one I have to get on board. Get him, and they'll all follow. The boy he had called Tiger came to a decision, and ran two fingers from the middle of her chest down to the insides of one of her breasts before palming it with a slightly shaking hand. Jenn moaned. Not only was her body primed to respond to the boy's touch, but it actually felt good. And from the look on Tiger's face, this must have been the first time he had touched a woman's breast. She cooed softly. "There you go, Tiger. Just like that--press on it. Does it feel good?" His eyes never leaving her chest, he nodded, slowly, a wonderful smile spreading over his features. Tiger squeezing her breasts--he now had both of his hands on her chest, caressing her--was the needed catalyst. One of the boys, tall and gangly, cheered--"Hell yeah! Tiger! Squeeze her tits!"--while the remaining two high-fived and grinned widely. Jenn looked around the group, catching the eyes of every single one of the boys while Tiger had his two hands on her breasts fondling and stroking them softly. Everyone was staring at her with what she recognized as hunger in their eyes, having lost their initial uneasiness, and the pairing of their evident lust and Tiger's hands groping her triggered a wave of arousal to surge through her body. Her gaze landed on the tallest boy, the one that had urged Tiger on just before. His eyes were slowly roaming over her body, taking in every detail, and Jenn was painfully aware of how naked she actually was. She wanted to blush and cover herself, but instead looked directly at the tall boy, a teasing smile on her face. Time to close the deal, she thought. She gently took Tiger's hands in hers and took a step forward to give him a kiss on the corner of the mouth. "Thank you Tiger. Your hands felt wonderful," she whispered. Tiger did not respond, only looked at her with his large eyes. Following some instinct, she added, "you must be quite popular with the ladies. You have great hands." He blushed violently, but still said nothing. Jenn turned towards the tall boy, and slowly, teasingly, took the few steps needed to bring her right in front of him. "Hey there," she said, keeping her voice low. She took another step, and was now deep into his personal space, her face no more than six inches from his. He was maybe half a head taller than she was, so she had to look up slightly. She put on her best doe eyes. "And what's your name?" "They call me Bulldog," he said. "Jennie." "Yeah, I kindda got that." He looked down to her chest, admiring what Tiger had handled just seconds earlier. "Tiger, Bulldog... do you all have animal names?" Bulldog nodded. "That's us. We're the Wild Crew. We're the bad boys around here. You got Weasel over there--" he pointed to a slight boy with short cropped hair, a quiet demeanor, and shifty eyes, "you got Mantis--" he pointed to the tall gangly boy who had cheered earlier, "and then you got Rhino there--" and he pointed to a large boy standing between Mantis and Tiger. Every one of the boys responded to their name by striking a pose with some attitude--trying to impress her with their power and coolness. Right--the bad boys around here. She would have laughed had she been able to. Instead, she turned her attention back to Bulldog. "So you're the boss then? The top dog, so to speak?" The boys chuckled at that, and Bulldog gave a twisted smile. "You could say that. That's my crew, right here." "Well, you should know, Bulldog, that Jennie was getting pretty lonely down there, all by herself, and she is in the mood for some fun tonight. Do you think Jennie could interest you and your crew in a little party that she and her boyfriend are throwing tonight?" Jenn stepped closer to Bulldog, the tip of her nipples grazing his chest through her bikini, her lips a breath away from his. "A party, huh? And who's going to be there at that party of yours?" Bulldog ran the tip of his finger from her shoulder to the crook of her elbow, sending shivers down her spine. "Well," said Jenn, looking coy, "there's going to be you, and hopefully him, and him, and him, and him, and--of course--Jennie and her boyfriend." "Right. And what about that boyfriend of yours?" "Oh, he's cool. Let's just say that he likes to share his toys. And Jennie is by far his favorite toy to share." Jenn closed the distance between her and Bulldog, her breasts pressing against his naked chest. She felt shivers run down from her sensitive nipples all the way down to her crotch. She exhaled, knowing that Bulldog could feel her warm breath on his lips. Bulldog's eyes narrowed slightly. "Sounds too good to be true..." he said, his voice trailing off. "Oh it is," whispered Jenn, her voice throaty. "It's better than anything you could possibly imagine. You know those dreams you have at night when no one is looking? Jennie can make all of those dreams come true. It will be a party you won't forget--ever." She pressed her lips on his, and like a dam bursting he grabbed her and pulled her against him, squishing her body, flattening her breasts against his chest. Her leg slinked between his, rubbing up and down slowly. The kiss deepened, his tongue invading her mouth, her own responding in kind. Jenn was used to kissing strange men by now, and while it was not pleasant, at least his breath was fresh. She tried her usual trick, shutting off her mind and imagining that she was in a deep embrace with Daniel, and that made it somewhat more bearable. Bulldog ran a hand down her back and cupped one of her ass cheeks, pulling her pelvis up and hard against his crotch, and she felt the raging erection in his shorts. Her body reacted to the contact as if she had touched a hot plate. She stiffened and shivered and moaned in his mouth, and he kissed her harder. Part of her, the part she could not control, the part that Biff had messed with, wanted nothing more than to feel Bulldog's hard cock ravaging her. She marveled at the strength of the feeling, knowing that however much the act might disgust her, it would also bring her untold pleasure. That was Biff's cruel legacy, to make her enjoy--crave--something she hated so much. Bulldog eventually broke the kiss, leaving her panting. He grinned smugly. "Fine. We'll come to your party. But I'll hold you up to what you said. It better be worth it." "Oh, it will be worth it, trust Jennie. Eight o'clock, room 13 of the Lilac Bloom. You know where it is?" "Of course." "Jennie will see you all there, then." Jenn exhaled within the confines of her mind. This had been easier than she had feared. She turned around, making sure to give Bulldog a good look at her ass, and his intake of breath was enough to suggest he greatly enjoyed the view. The boy called Tiger was still looking at her, but unlike all the others, he was staring straight at her face. She smiled, and stepped up to him. She caressed his face, young and soft. "How about you, Tiger? Are you going to be there this evening? Are you going to come and party with Jennie?" Tiger nodded forcefully. "Jennie thinks you and her will have a lot of fun together," she whispered. She leaned over and kissed him softly on the mouth, closing her eyes. His lips were tentative, and she instinctively knew that this was his first time kissing a girl. The kiss was a bright flare of innocence in a past several weeks severely lacking any. The thought that she would likely take his virginity tonight made her feel both guilty and warm inside, as well as adding to her overall arousal. Her hand lingering on his face and his untrained lips, she turned to go, happy to leave their circle and their leering gaze. She had taken three steps before the tall gangly boy that Bulldog had called Mantis spoke up. "Hey Jennie--who's Biff?" Jenn's heart sank. Of course--what did I expect, that they would not notice? Like Biff had instructed her to do whenever the situation arose, she turned around to face the five boys, and stood straight, her hand running down the sides of her body to rest on the strings of her bikini bottoms, pushing them out slightly and framing the tattoo that graced her lower belly in a rainbow arc a hair's breath above her clit--the words "Biff's Cunt" in dark red ink. She remembered when Biff had brought her to that tattoo parlor, how embarrassed she had been to strip down and let the artist work, having to reply pleasantly to his sexist banter, while Biff stood by regaling the artist with anecdotes about her many sexual skills. Biff had contemplated letting the tattoo artist fuck her by way of payment, but he had not followed through. Biff had also toyed with the idea of having her nipples pierced, but there again he had not followed through. But the threat lingered in the air, and it served to emphasize just how little control she had over Biff making permanent changes to her body. And now, everyone that she stripped for, everyone that she fucked, everyone that was granted use of her body could not help but see that tattoo over her pussy, and they sometimes asked about it, sometimes merely snickered, and always it reminded her of what she was. None of this showed on her face. She smiled wide to the five boys, her hands framing her tattoo. "Biff is Jennie's boyfriend, of course." She winked at them all. "Jennie will see you all later, boys." Leaving them with their questions, she turned on her heels and left, making sure that she swayed her ass tantalizingly as she walked. * * * Later that evening, there was a knock at the door of the suite. It was about ten minutes past eight. Jenn was in the bathroom, putting the finishing touches on her makeup, laying a fire-engine red coating over her lips. "Make yourself pretty," Biff had told her. She heard him go answer the door, his bulk making the thin floor shake. He had kept her on the edge of orgasm all afternoon and all evening, fingering her and making her play with her dildo for hours, until she had ended up drenched in sweat and shaking with frustration, but still he would not let her come. Yet another instructions he had saddled her with many weeks earlier--she could only achieve orgasm when he said so, and he loved to hear her beg for the privilege. That he seemed to enjoy to see her come was a small blessing, de facto guaranteeing that she would get release most times, but that she was subject to his will even in such personal matters, well, it was one additional humiliation in a rapidly growing pile. "Well look at that," came Biff's voice from the other room. "Hey there guys. You're right on time. Jennie's finishing getting ready. Come in." She heard the noise of several people entering the suite. "You must be Bulldog. Good name, my man!" The sound of a hand slapping a back. "Thanks. You Biff?" Jenn could hear the slight hesitation in Bulldog's voice. Biff could be intimidating at times. "That's Weasel there, and Tiger, Mantis, and Rhino." Jenn heard Biff laugh. "Right! Jennie told me about your gang names. Well, welcome, all of you. Wanna beer?" "Look, man. Biff. Huh... about your girl..." started Bulldog. Jenn could understand the boy's unease. He had really no idea what was going on, aside from knowing he had been invited to a party by a girl wearing a sneeze of a swimsuit, willing to french kiss him and let one of his mates play with her breasts. She adjusted her corset. It was really the only thing she was wearing, if one did not count the black stockings and the black spike heels. A beautiful red corset, cinching her waist and hiding next to nothing of import. The half cups only served to push her breasts up, as if on offer, exposing everything from her nipples upwards. Down below, the corset stopped at her waist, revealing her shaved pussy, wet from the previous arousal, as well as her tattoo. The stockings were hooked up to the corset with garters. She looked like a stereotypical teenage jack-off fantasy girl--big tits, small waits, tight ass, stockings and heels. If that did not convince those boys that they were here to fuck her, and fuck her good, nothing would. Unfortunately for her. That this corset, this red corset that wrapped her body like a second skin, was also the corset she wore when Biff took her anal virginity only added layers of significance to this whole charade. She had to be thankful for small favors; at least the boys would not do her there, at least not tonight. She smoothed down her stockings, and made sure her breasts were properly on display. In the other room, Biff was answering Bulldog's question. "She's a sight, ain't she? One thing you gotta know about Jennie, though, is that she's a complete and utter slut. That's why we decided to invite a bunch of guys here tonight--she's gonna skin my dick raw if I don't distract her. So we figured that getting a bunch of young studs to fuck her until she passes out will help satisfy her a bit. Hope you don't mind putting in some work tonight." That was her cue. Might as well get on with it, she thought. Whether I resist or not, it will happen anyways. Maybe they'll make it fun. Weirder things have happened. She fluffed up her hair, wet her lips, then strode out of the bathroom. The boys stopped and stared when she emerged. She had to admit their reaction was adorable. For all of Bulldog's bluster, he was staring at her with the same wide-eyed wonder the rest of the boys were exhibiting. They were all there, dressed in typical island garb, tee shirts and bermuda shorts with sandals on their feet. Biff was grinning. She posed for a few seconds with her chest thrust out, and then she walked up to Bulldog, gliding across the floor putting one long leg before the other. She wrapped her arms around him, pulled him close, and kissed him hard. He kissed her back, after a moment's pause. Probably thinking of Biff standing right there. His breath smelled of smoke this time, his hands were rough and hungry as they slid almost immediately down to her ass and squeezed as she kissed him harder. She could feel his erection grow against her crotch, and she pushed her own into it, seeking to deepen the contact. "Thanks for coming," she said in her best smoky voice, once they let up to breathe. "I told them that you were hoping they'd fuck you long and hard, doll. So they know the deal," interjected Biff. "Wonderful," she said, much against her will, yet with a voice full of lust. "Jennie gets to feel five hard cock plowing her tonight. She's already wet just thinking about it. Feel." And she grabbed Bulldog's hand and brought it down between her legs and he palmed her pussy and indeed she was soaked, her body preparing for her upcoming gangbang. Much to her annoyance, she had to admit that his hand felt good on her burning pussy. As Bulldog slowly fingered her, making her moan, Biff continued. "You may want to welcome the rest of the gang too, doll. Wouldn't want them to feel left out." Well, this has to begin somewhere, she thought. Disengaging herself from Bulldog's grasp, with a look that promised that she would make it up to him later, she strode towards Mantis, and kissed him as well. He was taller than she was and lankier, and he did not know where to put his hands, as if he were too shy to touch her despite the fact that she had glued her body to his. She did all the work on that kiss--Mantis barely opening his mouth until her tongue forced it open. Next over was Weasel, who unlike Mantis wasted no time before slobbering all over her. His tongue was licking her tonsils and his hands were grabbing her ass before she even had her arms around him. He was a sloppy kisser and kept panting the whole time, but when his fingers found the base of the plug embedded in her ass, it fired off delicious sensations from her sensitive rear all the way to the tip of her nipples. She was almost shaking with arousal by the time she got to Tiger, who was still staring at her like a love-struck teenager. She smiled sweetly--that took no effort, she genuinely liked him for some odd reason--and approached him slowly. As opposed to the last three boys, she did not wrap her arms around him to kiss him, but instead took his hand and brought it up to her breast as she had done earlier that day, and held it there with her own hand. His hand felt good on her breast, and she leaned over to kiss him, softly, on the lips, and the kiss turned deep, as she reached down with her free hand to massage his hardening cock through his shorts. He moaned as he started humping her hand, his own clenching on her breast. Part of her wanted to drop down to her knees and take him in her mouth. Finally, she stepped up to Rhino, the largest boy, who shared Biff's heft without the height. He was looking at her weirdly, with lust in his eyes. Big and dumb, the thought popped in her head. Which was not very charitable, but considering that those boys were there to rape her--granted, they could not know that--she did not feel charitable in the least. She kissed him and he grabbed her in response in a giant bear hug, kissing her back and pressing her against him. Her breasts were squished against his chest. His large hand went down to her ass and pressed her pelvis against his crotch, hard. She gasped when she felt the iron bar that was hiding in his pants, and realized at once why his nickname was Rhino. She feared what would happen if he tried to penetrate her. Weasel must have read her face because he snickered. "Yeah, Rhino's hung like a fuckin'... well... rhino." Rhino broke the kiss and laughed at that, while Jenn continued dry humping him, the feeling of the giant cock against her sending her body into a frenzy. Biff was watching her, and Bulldog was watching Biff. When she let go of Rhino, she was left with her body trembling, her nipples rock hard, a light sheen of sweat on her face, all of it a testimony to an arousal she felt deep in her bones and deep in her crotch. Biff had given her his instructions fifteen minutes earlier before her shower: "You will wear something nice, doll--you know what I like--something that screams 'come and fuck me stupid,' and you will greet everyone that comes through that door in the next half-hour like a long lost lover. Then you will fuck them, to the best of your abilities. Anything goes, except your ass. No one puts anything in your ass. Put in a butt plug up there. Just like old times. I know how much you like a fat plug up your slutty ass, doll." She had merely nodded. She had been glad about him keeping the boys out of her ass, even though the butt plug was uncomfortable. It was one of the largest ones, too, one of the ones that she had used to train herself so that Biff could take possession of her last hole without injuring her, several weeks before. And the outfit she was wearing now was the same that she had worn on that fateful day as well--no surprise, it was Biff's favorite outfit--her "anal slut outfit," he called it. Well, I won't have to worry about that tonight, she mused. Her mouth, pussy, and breasts would take the abuse. Small consolation. Biff was talking, while she slowly walked towards the bed, making sure to sway her hips wide. "Well, boys, there she is. Have fun. Anything goes, really, but don't mark her up, and don't go near her ass. That's mine." Weasel grinned. "Hey, I thought her cunt was yours?" Jenn sat at the edge of the bed and saw the look Biff gave Weasel, and hoped they would beat each other up before they had time to do anything to her. No such luck. Biff merely shook his head. "Whatever. No ass play. The plug stays in. You try to take it out, I work you over good and rape your fuckin' ass. But everything else is fine. Come wherever the fuck you want--her cunt, her face, her ears. Piss on her for all I care. Have fun, boys, she's something." "What about you?" asked Bulldog, still looking at Biff. Biff shrugged. "Don't worry about me. I'm in the mood to watch tonight. I can fuck her anytime I want, anyways. Fact is, I want to make sure I don't miss any of the action." He pick up a small camcorder resting on the table. "Hope you guys don't mind a little souvenir?" Bulldog eyed Biff. "Do we get a copy?" "Of course. It's half the fun. She's quite a show when she gets into it. Right, doll?" Jenn knew this was her cue, and she was helpless to respond. She spread her legs wide, and ran two fingers--fresh nail polish red against her tanned skin--through her soaked slit. "You know full well Jennie loves fucking more than anything else, big guy. And the more the messier." She put those fingers in her mouth, closing her eyes, sucking hard on the digits while her hips tilted in time with her sucking, riding a ghost shaft. Mantis grunted. "Oh fuck--look at that!" His voice was reedy thin, like his body. Weasel seemed to have misgivings. "I don't know, man--with him watching..." Biff looked at him, shrugged his shoulders. "If you want to leave, door's right there. Don't let the knob fuck your ass on the way out." Weasel looked like he was about to say something but changed his mind. Biff clapped his hands. "Come on, do your worst. Jennie, doll, you might want to give them a show to get them in the mood." He went to sit on a large chair in the corner of the room, lifting up the camera, a smile on his face. And that was how the evening started. Jenn leaned back on the bed, closed her eyes, spread her legs, and started pleasuring herself, her fingers dancing along her shaved slit, her thumb pressing against her clit. Her arousal was making her moan. While she knew that she would not come until Biff told her to, that did nothing to stop her from trying. She had no choice, no will. Her pussy was burning up, craving to be filled, stretched, pounded. She shoved three fingers inside, but it was a poor substitute, and before too long she was begging for a cock. The room was silent, except for her panting, and the wet sounds of her fingers sliding in and out. And then she felt hands on her legs, on her ankles. She opened her eyes, saw Bulldog standing at the foot of the bed, naked. Around the bed, the others boys were naked as well, except for Tiger, standing by the wall, looking at her intently. Bulldog ran his hands up to her knees, his touch light through the stockings. "Hello Bulldog," she groaned to the tall boy. "Would you like to fuck Jennie? She's kept her pussy warm and ready for you." She was still thrusting her fingers in and out--doing this with a man standing right over her was driving her body crazy. "I can see that," replied Bulldog. His hand on her knees, he pushed her legs apart and upward, spreading her open. He pushed his hips forward, and his cock hit the back of her hand at her crotch. She grasped the hard shaft and rubbed her slicked fingers over it a few times before pulling him inside her. She gasped and moaned when he penetrated her. He was not especially large, but between the plug in her ass and the spreading of her legs, her pussy was pleasantly tight. Which Bulldog seemed to appreciate, as his face changed and he closed his eyes as he pushed all the very into her. Her pussy gave way slowly, despite her warm-up, but eventually he was embedded all the way inside, and Jenn's body went into overdrive. "Oh fuck," she groaned. "You fill Jennie up so good, stud. Deeper--Jennie wants to feel you deeper. Fuck Jennie, you stud. Fuck her hard. Don't worry, you won't hurt her--she likes it rough. Besides," and she flashed him a wicked smile that she knew few men could resist, "if you do hurt her, well, that can be exciting too, no?" Bulldog grunted and pulled out only to push right back into her. Jenn gasped. He did it again, harder, and Jenn groaned. And before too long, he was fucking her with long hard strokes that sent her breasts bouncing, using her legs for leverage. Around them, the other boys--shy at first--were slowly relaxing, the beers that Biff had passed around helping somewhat. They were encouraging Bulldog once in a while. "Fuck man, fuck her good!" They had inched closer to the bed, and Jenn was well aware of them watching her get plowed by their leader, patiently waiting for their turn. She was just meat to them, and the thought both disgusted her and sent spikes of pleasure shooting up from her pounded clit. All of them except Tiger had their cocks out and were jacking off, watching her. She fantasized that they came, all of them, just like that, standing over her. Her skin flushed at the imagined sensation, the feeling of loads and loads of cum splashing on her body, and despite her frantic mental attempts at staying those thoughts and images, after a particularly vicious thrust by Bulldog, her resolve snapped inside her. The sensations coming from her body were too strong, too delightful, too corrupting. She craved more. She could not come, but her body took over, her mind closing in on itself. She groaned, loudly, thrust her hips upwards towards Bulldog, and pulled him down to her, her jackknifed legs squashing her breasts like a folded paper doll. She grabbed him by the neck. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she groaned as she kissed him, a sloppy kiss that was all lips and tongue. His cock hammered into her ever deeper, his tongue fucking her mouth in time with his thrusts. She heard a boy--Weasel?--whisper "Fuck, look at that!" She broke the kiss, panting, looking at Bulldog, deep in his eyes, seeing the desire, the lust, the craziness. "Jennie wanted you this afternoon," she whispered, her words broken by the blows of his thrusts, "on the beach, when she kissed you. She could feel your cock against her, and she wanted you to just grab her and toss her down and take her, on all four, her head in the sand, like a little bitch in heat. And you'd have liked it too--just rip her itsy bikini off, and fuck her tight cunt, right there on the beach, with everyone watching, a stud mounting his bitch. Mmm..." She bit her lip. "That's it--fuck Jennie harder, you stud! Fuck her!" Bulldog was getting close, she could feel it. Then Weasel chimed in. "Come on, man, don't spunk inside. We don't want no sloppy seconds the first around. Be cool, Bulldog." Jenn smiled and whispered in Bulldog's ear. "Wanna feed Jennie your cock, stud? Wanna shove your cock in her mouth? Ever had a girl deepthroat you? Let you fuck her throat like a cunt?" She looked him in the eyes. "And when you come, Jennie will swallow everything, like--" and she gave a quick lick to his lips, "--a good--" lick, "--little--", lick, "--bitch!" Bulldog growled loudly, making everyone around the bed jump, and pulled out of Jenn. He stood, his dick hard, wet with her juices, and she laughed and quickly spun around, all at once unfolding and going on all four on the bed, facing him. Without pausing she dove and swallowed his shaft to the hilt, her throat bulging. Bulldog grabbed her hair and let out a heartfelt "oh fuck!" She remained with her nose pressed to his stomach for several seconds, her body savoring the feel of the steel shaft impaling her, her mind numbed by the lust coursing through her veins. Bulldog wanted her--they all wanted her, and she was eating it all up. She pulled out, a trail of spittle connecting her lips to the tip of Bulldog's cock. She was breathing hard. Stroking the shaft a few times, she turned to her audience. "Jennie's got a cunt that's starting to feel empty, boys. Care to step up?" To emphasize her point, she shook her ass. Weasel jumped on the bed behind her and ran his hand on the proffered buttocks. Pleased, she returned her attention to Bulldog, and continued her blow job. Weasel slid his cock inside her, pushing her head against Bulldog, and in that way, with Jenn sandwiched between them, they took her from both ends. Bulldog was close to coming, and she was being distracted by Weasel's cock in her pussy sending delightful vibes up her body. His cock was shorter than Bulldog's, but true to his name, he was more vicious than his friend. She did not mind, pain mixing with pleasure in her mind to yield a formidable combination. And then she felt a large hand on her breasts and saw from the corner of her eye that Rhino had kneeled by the bed and was jacking off while groping her breasts none too gently. The feelings just seemed to spur her on, and she did her best to make the cock sliding up and down her throat explode. Which it did, after a deep thrust by Bulldog that sent his shaft deep and pushed her nose into his pubes, and he exploded, spurted jets of semen directly down her stomach. Jenn swallowed, knowing the action would feel good to Bulldog. He came for a long time, while Weasel picked up speed behind her. When Bulldog's cock slid out of her mouth, she licked it down, then put her head down in her arms to appreciate the feelings' coming from deep in her pussy. She almost missed Biff kneeling right in front of her, crouching so that his head was almost level with hers. She had forgotten about him. He directed his small camcorder at her face, recording her degradation, immortalizing it. The Escapades of Jennie, he called them. His oeuvre. "Hey there, doll. Smile for your fans, say hello, and describe what you're doing." Unable to resist, she obeyed, a smile on her face, staring straight at the camera. "Hello everyone--Jennie here, and she is getting royally fucked by her new best friends!" As if to punctuate her statement, she groaned after a particularly hard thrust by Weasel. "Does it feel good?" asked Biff, recording away. "Fuck yes, it feels good. His cock's nice and thick and stretches Jennie out so very much." She knew what Biff wanted to hear. They had played this game before, often. "He's going to come all over Jennie soon, and then they are all going to fuck her hard, use her like the slut she is. Isn't Jennie a good slut?" She hated the desperate tone in her voice, which of course also turned her on further. What is he turning me into? she wondered, not for the first time. Around her all the boys were listening. Weasel was pounding into her rapidly. "You definitely are, doll. And if you do a good job satisfying these boys here, I'll let you come. Show them how a cock-starved slut fucks and I'll let you come harder than ever." Her eyes opened wide, feverish, hungry. "Really? You will let Jennie come? Promise?" Hopeful. Addicted. "Oh yeah." "Then how about you let Jennie suck on that big cock of yours and let her get it all nice and wet so you can shove it up her ass, big guy?" Biff laughed. "Nice try, doll. But all in good time. Besides, there's someone here who wants to use your mouth right now, so how about you take care of him first?" And indeed, Mantis was standing next to her, jacking a long and thin cock with a bulbous head. It was longer than Bulldog's, longer than Biff's, but narrower than either. It fit his body perfectly, Jenn marveled, before opening her mouth and letting him slide inside. It was in the back of her mouth in no time, and most of it was still outside her lips. She sucked greedily, making up for her inability to deepthroat such a long shaft by extra suction and a lot of saliva. Underneath her, Rhino was kneading her breasts roughly, sometimes pinching the nipples between his big fingers. Weasel came, pulling out of her pussy and spurting all over her back onto her corset. He let his cock rest between her ass cheeks as it continued spasming and spurting semen, and he could not resist reaching down and twisting the end of the butt plug. Jenn groaned around Mantis's cock, and sucked, lifting her ass to get more contact. Her body was in overdrive, overreacting to every touch, every caress, every suggestion. She needed to be possessed, completely. Weasel moved off the bed, and another boy took his place. "Mantis," said Bulldog, "mind if I use this end while you're up there? I'd like another shot before Rhino ruins her." Jenn, her mouth around Mantis's cock, could not have protested even if her programming had allowed her. Rhino and his monster cock, and they wanted her to take it? Her cunt spasmed wildly at the thought, imagining that log entering her, and she moaned around the cock in her mouth. "Go ahead," Mantis said, "I want to see if she can swallow all of me anyways. I think she can." Jenn was not so sure. A cock entered her from behind, and Jenn recognized Bulldog, filling her up more fully than Weasel had. He fucked her hard, his hands on her hips. "Fuck you got a nice ass girl." He slapped it a few times and she tilted it up to both facilitate his access and to offer a better target. Her senses were overloading. Mantis was pressing deeper and deeper into her throat, and she did her best to line her head up, throat-swallowed style, to provide the best angle of entry, gagging loudly on every thrust. "Come on, babe," he was saying, a hand on her head, pressing down, "just a little more. Come on--that's it--a bit more." Her eyes were closed, her throat full, her pussy pounded by Bulldog, her breasts manhandled by Rhino, and she wanted to do her best, please them, please Biff, please anyone that cared to come close and give her their cock, their balls, their ass, anything she could lick and kiss and suck. She was so busy concentrating on Mantis's long shaft--she had maybe three inches left that she could not get inside, despite Mantis's encouragements and a lot of effort on her part--that she never noticed that Bulldog had pulled out of her pussy until she felt something large pressing against her opening. She wanted to turn around and look but Mantis grabbed her head and started thrusting harder, and then whatever was pressing against her pussy lips broke through and it obliterated every other thought in an explosion of pain and ecstasy. She barely registered that Rhino was not fondling her breasts anymore. There was a groan from behind her, but all she could pay attention to was that huge mass pushing up her cunt, stretching it, filling it completely, unequivocally. She felt as she imagined it felt to have an arm shoved up there, or a tree trunk. And it did not stop, it kept pushing its way through, and Jenn wanted to shout to stop and to shout to do it harder, and all that came out was a scream, a long scream, but with the cock hammering at her throat she could not make a sound and Mantis grabbed her head to keep her in place, and thrust his cock in deeper as her throat opened wide. "Fuck yeah," he groaned, "that's it--oh fuck! All the way down, baby, all the way down! Fuck!" Her nose hit the taut muscles of his abdomen, and she realized with a shock that she had it all inside her--she had an impossibly long cock skewering her from the front and a fucking tree trunk tearing her open from the back. She was dizzy, her body was on fire, she wanted to scream, shout, come. She was so close to coming, so close. Mantis was finally starting to pull out, almost reluctantly, when whatever was in her pussy bottomed out--she felt hips on her ass. She let out a long and loud moan when her mouth freed up, a thick dollop of drool flowing down onto the bed beneath her face. She did not care. There was stunned silence around her. "Fuck! Look at that! He's all the way inside her! It's... fuck!" Weasel cackled. "Go Rhino! Never been inside a cunt that deep before, have you? Look at her--she's flipping out!" And Jenn definitely was, her whole body shaking, whether due to the strain or the pleasure she would have been hard pressed to say herself, and she did not have the luxury to question things further, because as Rhino pulled out slowly and with effort--her pussy was resisting, having wrapped itself around the thick shaft like a too tight glove--Mantis thrust into her mouth again, and soon she was buffeted between those two boys, each with an exceptional member, and she was still on fire, burning up, her clit throbbing. The cheers and encouragement of the other boys around her echoed in her ears, seemingly coming from far away. Mantis came first, thrusting deep and choking her, and she felt his cock throb before exploding and he pulled out as he was coming, spurting his last jets over her face, the semen dripping down the sides of her nose. She had no time to adjust, Rhino having picked up the pace and plowing hard into her now stretched out pussy. There was another cock in her mouth by the time Rhino had shoved himself into her and came deep inside. She felt empty when Rhino pulled out, panting and with sweat pouring down his body, but she was soon filled again. The next two hours--which went by quickly for Jenn--was a succession of cocks and flashes of bodies surrounding her. She sucked, she fucked, one at a time, two at a time, with her tits grasped or sucked or not, on her knees, her back, her stomach, with boys coming inside of her or on her, a cornucopia of positions that she did not try to keep track of. The boys had incredible stamina, and seemed to have no difficulty recovering their erections in record time. She was naked by then, her corset thrown off and discarded, her stockings ripped up, her shoes tossed across the room. Biff was still going around with his camcorder, happily recording the whole ordeal. The bed was a mess. She was a mess, her body shiny with semen and sweat, red from the groping and the love bites. The boys had put their pants back on, and were recovering by the couch on one side of the room, finally satiated, drinking more beers. "Fuck Tiger, you don't know what you've missed. That shit was great. Finest pussy I've had in a while. They don't make them like that in this shit hole," said Bulldog. Tiger had spent the whole time against the wall, looking at the proceeding with a face that at times reflected longing, at times desire, at times pain. He was still dressed, and it was utterly clear that his cock was hard and had been hard the whole time. "Of course," continued Bulldog, "she's kindda ruined for the night now. You won't feel much if you stick it in her." He turned to Biff, who was panning over Jenn's body with the camera. "Sorry, dude." Biff shrugged. "Not a problem. It's pretty much why we invited you guys here. Isn't that right, doll?" Jenn stirred, her body a conduit for every sensation. She was exhausted, but still on edge, still tensed like an elastic about to snap, her orgasms having built up but not having been allowed release. "Please," she moaned, her eyes opening, looking at Biff, without seeing him, "please let Jennie come--please!" "You wanna come, doll?" She shivered, rubbing her thighs together, merely the thought of an orgasm sending tendrils of fire down her frayed nerves. This is what going crazy feels like, she thought in a stroke of clarity. Biff turned to Tiger. "So what's with him anyways?" Bulldog answered. "That's Tiger. He can't talk. Never could, since he was born. Something wrong with his voice box. And I don't know what the fuck's wrong with him. He was all over her this afternoon. Must be stage fright." "Or he's a little fag but doesn't know it yet? What's the matter, Tiger? Afraid of little girls?" Jenn groaned, and Biff looked at her with an odd look on his face. Jenn was shaking her head, struggling to express herself. Let me come you fucking bastard. "What's up, doll? What do you know?" "Jennie wants to come..." she moaned, one of her hands sliding between her legs and pressing against her pussy. "I know you do. But you know what's up with that boy, don't you? You're a smart slut, I'll give you that. Tell me what you think, and I'll let you come." Jenn protested, but her hand moved faster between her thighs. "Love," she whispered, finally. "What's that?" "He's in love," she said, fighting to get the words out, wanting to defend the boy that had looked at her like Botticelli at Venus. Understand dawned on Biff slowly. He turned to Tiger, a grin on his face. "Ah! That true, boy? You fell for this little slut here? How sweet!" Tiger avoided Biff's eyes, giving a quick guilty glance to Jenn on the bed before looking own at the floor. Biff's grin widened. "You a virgin, boy? Bet you are." Tiger could not respond, but his face replied for him. Bulldog confirmed it. "Pure as a newborn, that's our Tiger right there. But we love him anyways, right guys?" The hurrahs that greeted this statement were genuine, and Tiger blushed. "You know what would make this evening perfect?" said Biff, looking at Tiger. "How about the love of your life here takes your cherry? Makes you a man?" Jenn stirred--no, she thought, don't you dare--but her hand simply continued stroking her wide open dripping pussy. Tiger looked at Biff with a frown. Biff laughed. "Come here, boy. You gotta lose it someday. And trust me, this is who you want to lose it with. Man, this is too fuckin' romantic to pass up. Come on, come up here, lie down on the bed--no, strip first, you idiot." There was something in Biff's tone, underneath the jocularity, that suggested that Tiger should do as he was told, and he picked up on it. While he undressed, Biff turned to Jenn. "Go get cleaned up a bit, doll. You look like a two-bit whore after a frat party. Put some makeup back on and wear your fuck-me heels. You wanna look pretty for this boy's first time, don't you?" It was not a request, and Jenn's desire for release was trumping everything. She got off the bed, grabbed her high-heeled shoes, and headed to the bathroom. After a quick cleanup with a hand towel, taking off most of the semen that had started to harden on her skin, she reapplied her makeup and put her heels back on. She was naked still. "Hurry up, doll--your lover's waiting." Jenn closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She liked Tiger, and she was bothered that his first sexual experience would happen under these conditions. But at least some of it was under her control. She could make it good for him, as good as she could. Or at least she could try. He did not have to emerge from this experience corrupted. She emerge from the bathroom, a smile on her face. Tiger was on the bed, naked, half propped up on a pillow, his dick semi-hard and lying against his stomach. He looked at her when she stepped out, gloriously naked. After lingering on her face his eyes dipped down to her chest, to her breasts covered with hickeys, before trailing down further and following the curves of her hips down her long legs. His gaze felt like a physical touch, and she shivered. Daniel used to looked at her that way too--don't! she admonished herself. Don't think about that. She took a few steps towards the bed, before Biff intercepted her. He stepped in close, ran his big hand down her back to her ass. "Much better," he whispered in her ear. "You look good enough to fuck again, now. Listen, I want you to be at your best with this kid. I want everyone looking at this video to think that you're head over heels in love, that he's the light of your life, that you'd do anything for him, all right? Fuck, too bad we're not in Vegas--we could have dropped by one of those wedding chapels and married you off. This could have been your honeymoon video." Biff's grin was wide. "You know, that's not a bad idea. We'll have to do something like that at some point. Bet you look sexy as hell in one of those slutty wedding gowns, too." Fuck you, thought Jenn, keeping a smile on her face. "Anyways," continued Biff, "you're going to give our boy here something special for his first time with a girl." He grabbed the end of her butt plug, and pulled it out, slowly. She moaned and almost lost her footing under the sensations as the wide end of the plug stretched out her hole before popping out. She suddenly felt very empty. "You will give him your ass, doll. I want you to make sure that after tonight, every girl he's with for the rest of his life he's going to compare to you, every pussy he's ever inside he's going to compare to high tight your ass is. And," his voice dropped even lower, "when he comes deep in your ass, then, and only then, will you come yourself. You will come long and hard. Make your little crush there feel like a fuckin' Romeo, doll." He slapped her on the ass, sending her on her way. He would let her come! That thought threatened to wipe off every other. She had to control herself, or she ran the risk of hurting Tiger. She could do nothing about her body's actions and reactions, Biff had made sure of it, but she could try to keep in check how she was feeling. She walked over to the bed, slowly, her walk whispering all sorts of dirty sexy things. Tiger's cock was already hardening just by watching her. And why wouldn't he? she thought. I look hot and he's seen me get fucked every which way for the past hours. You could smell sex in the air. She climbed on the bed and straddled Tiger's lap, trapping his cock between her pussy and his stomach. The contact was enough to make her body tremble and crave penetration. Tiger's eyes were unable to decide whether to look at her eyes or at her naked breasts, electing to move between them in short order. Smiling, she leaned down, making sure to press her chest fully against his body. She did not kiss him--she did not know how he would react given that he sow how many cocks she had sucked that evening, how much semen she licked off and swallowed--but she wanted to. Biff had said she had to act like she loved him. She thought of Daniel--what would she do if it were him lying there under her? She kissed Tiger's ear, and then gave it a long sensuous lick. And then--not wanting the rest of the boys, still on the couch drinking, once in a while turning to see what was going on, to hear her--she whispered to him, try her hardest to keep this encounter as intimate as possible. "Hey Tiger. Jessie's so glad you're here. She's really missed you this evening." She gave his ear another lick, lingering on his neck just below his earlobe. "You still like Jennie's body, Tiger? You were staring at her titties so hard, earlier at the beach, that she thought you would wear them out with your eyes. Do you still like them?" Tiger hesitated, and then he nodded. "Well, you know, tonight, you can touch them. You can kiss them, lick them. If you want, you can fuck them, too. In fact, you can touch anything, kiss and lick anything. Jennie's body is all yours tonight, Tiger. To do with as you wish. Anything your dirty little mind desires. You like that?" She was being playful, the way one might be with a lover, and she was moving her pelvis on his cock, slowly rubbing her pussy over the hard shaft, slicking it. Part of her wanted to come so desperately that all it could think of was ramming that shaft up her ass without preliminaries. Another part of her was mindful of the fact that she had to make this the best experience of his life. She lifted her head to look at him, reading the lust in his eyes. Beside the lust, there was something more, something akin to adoration. To her surprise, he put his mouth on hers and kissed her. She did not expect it. It was a tentative kiss, to be sure, using only his lips, as if he did not know what to do with his tongue. She kissed him back, more forcefully, and slipped her tongue between his lips, and the kiss turned passionate, with Jenn pressing her body against his. His hands were running down her sides, and she moaned in his mouth at the touch. She could feel his cock throbbing against her. She broke the kiss, and pushed off from him with her arms. She smiled. "Here," she said, "put your lips on Jennie's titties, Tiger. Her nipples just loved getting sucked on." Tiger heeded the words, and leaning forward, captured a nipple between his lips, and started sucking on it as if he were a babe suckling at his mother. And Jenn had not been lying--with her body so keyed up with arousal, the feeling of Tiger's mouth on her breast made her shiver uncontrollably. She grabbed her other breast with a hand, squeezing it hard and twisting a nipple, only to stop to present that nipple to Tiger's mouth when he seemed ready to switch. She moaned, her eyes closed. She was rubbing herself harder and harder on Tiger's cock, which was still trapped beneath her. When finally Tiger dropped back down onto the bed, she slipped down next to him, one leg over his, one arm across his chest. Her own chest was wet with his saliva. Raised on an elbow, she spoke to him, while caressing his hairless chest. "You have a very talented tongue, Tiger. Jennie's titties are all tingly now. You must drive a lot of girls crazy with that mouth, Tiger. No? Jennie finds that hard to believe. And then you have that beautiful, beautiful cock," and she trailed her hand down to lightly grasp his straining member and softly run her hand up and down, barely touching it, "all those girls must drool to taste you and feel you inside them. No? Again, Jennie finds that hard to believe. Just look at it," and she lifted his cock so that it stood straight up, then jacked it slowly with her hand, squeezing its head, "all hard and long and ready to make a girl cream herself. Is it all hard like that for Jennie, Tiger? Does Jennie make you hard like that? What was it, Jennie's kisses? Her titties in your mouth? Her sloppy pussy on your cock?" She jacked harder. A low moan escaped Tiger's throat. His hand was caressing her back. "You can tell Jennie," she continued, not realizing how cruel her statement was, "did you ever get so hard for a girl before?" She was just being playful, but she caught something in Tiger's eyes. "Oh, there is, isn't there? Are you trying to tell Jennie that she has a rival? Is it a girl at school?" Tiger seemed to hesitate, then nodded, avoiding her eyes. Jenn smiled. "So you have a little hottie at school that you lust over, then. Brunette? Blonde?" A small nod from Tiger. "Blonde. Of course. So a blonde hottie at school is making your cock all hard. Are her titties as nice as Jennie's? What do you mean, shrug? Are they as big as Jennie's? Bigger? And you like that, don't you? That blonde hottie with big tits making your cock all hard. You know, Jennie is jealous, now." She jerked his cock with insistence, but not so hard as to make him come too soon. She needed that cum in her ass, after all. "What about her ass, then? Does she have a nicer ass than Jennie?" An hesitation, a shake of the head. "Ah, at least. So she has the titties, and Jennie has the ass. You are such a kind soul, Tiger." She straightened up, propped up on one elbow, her hand on his cock. He stayed motionless, his gaze fixed on her. "So, this big-tittied blonde hottie, did you ever kiss her? No? Did you ever touch her? No! But you want to, right? How about sucking on her nipples like you sucked on Jennie's? She'd love it too--your lips are so soft... Close your eyes, Tiger. We're going to play a little game. Go on. Good boy." She lay down next to him, facing him, still stroking his cock up and down. "Now, Jennie wants you to imagine her, your blonde crush, with her big tits, dressed in something tight with lots of cleavage, maybe a little skintight dress of some kind--the sort you go clubbing with--slowly walking towards you, big tits bouncing under her dress. She stops in front of you, and reaches out and kisses you, hard, with lots of tongue. Don't open your eyes--imagine it." Jenn leaned over and kissed him exactly as she had described, her tongue thrusting into his mouth, her body pressing against his, her pussy against his young thigh and humping it. Tiger kissed her back, his eyes closed, wrapped in the fantasy. Jenn resumed after the kiss. "Imagine it, Tiger. Your little blonde crush is running her hands over your body, telling you that she's been thinking of you, dreaming of you. She presses her big tits against you, her hard nipples poking through her dress. She's not wearing a bra, you can tell immediately." Jenn pressed her body against Tiger, her own breasts rubbing against his skin, her nipples as hard as in the tale she was weaving. Her hand reached down for his cock once more, the craving for it to penetrate her, to make her come, still eating at her, making her dizzy. She stroked it slowly. "Imagine her, Tiger, reaching down into your shorts and grabbing your cock with her small hand, your cock that is so hard for her, and it feels so good, doesn't it, to feel her hand jerking you off, whispering in your ear how much she likes how soft it feels, how big, how powerful? And when she tells you that she's been thinking about how your cock would feel like all the way up her tight little pussy, that makes you ever harder, doesn't it? Imagining what her pussy would feel like wrapped tight around your cock, squeezing you, milking you?" Tiger did not have to answer, Jenn could feel his reaction in the rod of flesh in her hand. She stroked it harder, still making sure to keep him on the edge. His hips were starting to shift--he wanted to thrust. She looked at his cock and stared mesmerized at her hand moving up and down for a few seconds, then looked back at Tiger. "Imagine it, Tiger, imagine your blonde big-tittied crush rubbing her body against you. You want her, don't you? And then she tells you, her breath hot on your face, that she wants to feel your cock in her mouth, that she wants to suck you off. Your blonde big-tittied little slut--because what other kind of girl just offers a blow job like that, on a first date, after just a kiss and a grope, but a slut, a dirty little slut?--she wants to sink down to her knees at your feet, Tiger, and wrap her lips around your big cock. Maybe she'll even beg for it, beg you to be allowed to suck you off, beg you in a way only a girl can--Please, Tiger, please, won't you let me suck your cock?" Jenn's voice went high pitched as she mimicked the girl that Tiger must have been thinking about. She planted a little kiss on Tiger's cheek. "Please, Tiger. I'll be good, you'll like it. Every boy says that I have a mouth made for blow jobs." Another kiss, on his jaw line. "Please, Tiger. Feed me your cock. You can push it in as deep as it'll go, I won't mind." Another kiss, up towards his ear. "Please, Tiger, I'll let you do anything to me if you just let me blow you. Anything you want. Please..." She kissed his neck, rubbing her crotch against his leg. Fuck, she thought, this is turning me on. She could feel Tiger's cock twitch in her hand. "Oh, you like that, don't you? You liked hearing that dirty slut beg for your cock? Do you want to do it? Feed her your cock? Shove it down her throat as deep as it'll go, seeing her drool all over it? Do you want to fuck that little slut's face, Tiger?" Her words had their intended effect. Tiger opened his mouth, breathing hard, and nodded, his eyes still closed, still lost in his fantasy. Jenn smiled, and smoothly sat up on the bed before leaning over slowly sliding his shaft between her lips and into her mouth. Tiger gasped, and his pelvis shot up probably without him even noticing, but Jenn did not mind, deftly letting the cock penetrate her, hitting the back of her throat. She blew him slowly, lovingly. He was the fifth boy in her mouth that evening, but the first for whom both her body and her mind agreed. Her body was driven by its hunger for sliding that cock up her ass and make it explode so she could explode too, while her mind wanted to give Tiger the experience of a lifetime, because... Because what exactly? She was not sure. Her pace was slow and steady, her head bobbing up and down with regular strokes, the cock fitting her mouth perfectly. She did not want him to come just yet, but she knew full well that if she picked up the pace and let his cock slide down her throat then he would not be able to control himself and he would spurt with his cock in her mouth and she would swallow every drop. She juiced up at the thought of one more cock this evening spasm between her lips and discharge its creamy load down her gullet. But she did not, instead sucking gently, one hand holding her long hair back, the other holding his cock up. She looked at him, his eyes closed, moaning softly, probably imagining his school crush on her knees servicing him. When his hips started seeking to thrust harder into her, Jenn knew that it was finally time. After giving one last hard suck, she reached over to the night table and grabbed a bottle of warm oil. Tiger moved, and she told him to keep his eyes closed. "Your blonde big-tittied cocksucker's telling you to lie down, Tiger. She's telling you that she wants to ride you, ride your cock, feel your cock slide all the way into her." She straddled his legs, his hard shaft right in front of her, swaying slightly, so hard it was sticking up by itself. "She's so turned on by sucking you, Tiger, her twat is drenched in her juices. You can probably see it drip down her thighs, that little cocksucking slut." She poured down a generous amout of oil on the shaft, and worked it in with both hands, slicking it up, more than she ever could have hoped to achieve with her saliva alone. Tiger seemed to enjoy the feeling, too, his hips pushing slightly against Jenn's strokes. Don't come just yet, she thought. She lined his cock up against her ass. "Do you want her, Tiger? Do you want that blonde with the big tits to lower herself down on your cock and fuck you? Her cunt is nice and tight, too, the way young cunts always are. You want to feel her tight cunt on you? See her big tits bounce around as she rides you?" Jenn was moving her pelvis back and forth, smearing the oil on the top of his cock all over her ass, all the way down to her pussy. She could feel the semen that the other boys had left inside her leak out, and along with her own juices mixing themselves with the oil. She wanted him. And he wanted her. He was nodding fervently, eyes closed, certainly imagining his blonde crush straddling him, her dress bunched up around her waist, her panties discarded, her breasts pushed out of her top, her big nipples standing proud, a look of overpowering lust on her face, ready to do anything--anything--to get to that release that was eluding her, and was now within reach. Jenn said not a word. She slowly lowered herself onto Tiger's cock, feeling its head press against her puckered anus, and then break through her sphincter. Both she and Tiger gasped at the sensation--his head tossed back, mouth wide open, hands crisping on her thighs--and she gradually sank down, letting gravity do its work, feeling the shaft snake its way up her ass, still tight despite the plug she had been wearing the whole day. She had only ever had Biff's dick in her ass before--he loved anal, and he made her love it just as much by giving her her biggest orgasms that way. Don't think about Biff, she chastised herself. Think about Tiger's cock in your ass. She felt so full, as she always did when she was taken there, the sensation utterly different from having a cock in her pussy, but pleasurable in its own way. She wondered, not for the first time, how Daniel's cock would feel up entering her there--don't go there either, she reminded herself. Tiger was not moving, his face frozen with his mouth open in a look of amazement and bliss. His breath was short. She had to smile at the sight. That poor young boy, getting deflowered by fucking a girl in her tightest hole. Welcome to being a man, Tiger; Your cock is going to please many ladies if you play your cards right. Then all thoughts were flushed out when she felt his hips on her cheeks, realizing with a shock that his whole cock was inside her, inside her ass, filling her up completely. Her body was responding to the stimulation, the urge to ride him hard, to get him to come inside her nearly overwhelming. "Oh fuck!" she groaned. After a few seconds during which neither of them moved, she let his cock slide out a little bit. "So is your blonde cunt tight enough for you, Tiger? Don't open your eyes. Picture her, sitting on top of you, your cock all over her slutty cunt, filling her up completely, her dress down to her waist, her big tits staring you in the face, begging to be touched. Grab them, Tiger--grab them and squeeze them while she rides you like she dreamed all her life of riding you." Tiger raised his hands, his eyes still closed, and Jenn took them and brought them up to her breasts, and pressed them there, and Tiger squeezed them hard, and she moaned and lowered herself down on his cock, and they gasped together again, Tiger's hand clenching on her breasts, Jenn with a deflagration igniting in her ass and spreading. Her clit throbbed. Her nipples throbbed. Her pussy throbbed, pushing more semen out, which was pooling on Tiger's pelvis. Her ass was spasming as well, holding Tiger's cock in a death grip. She lifted herself up again, then slammed down onto his cock, and again, and again, a small "Oh!" escaping her every time. He felt so good, so large, so wide, filling her bowels completely, sending wisps of pleasure coursing through her body. He was thrusting into her now, in time with her moves, breathing hard, gasping, his hands still on her breasts, kneading them. She dropped a hand to her crotch and started flicking her clit, building up towards a massive orgasm ready to unleash whenever he came inside her. She was so close. "Come on, Tiger! Fuck your little blond slut hard--oh yes! Just like--yes! Isn't she tight? Doesn't she feel good on your fuckin' cock, Tiger? Jeez, oh fuck! So good--wanna come over her big fat titties, Tiger? Or do you wanna unload on her slut face, her cute little slut face, watch globs of cum drip down her cheeks? Fuck--yes! Or do you wanna shoot up her cunt, deep inside her, so that she can walk around all day leaking your cum--fuck! Again! Fuck! Maybe you should stick your cock up her ass next, teach her what you get when you're a little cocksucking tease. Bet her little asshole's so tight, too. You'd probably have to force your way inside--fuck! Yes! Make her squeal like a fuckin' pig, like a fuckin' big-tittied pig--fuck! Yes! Harder! Fuck her ass, Tiger! Fuck her ass and give her all your cum! Fuck yes!" She grabbed one of his hands, still madly clutching her now reddened breasts, and she brought it up to her mouth and sucked on three of his fingers, deep, sucking on them as hard as her ass was clasping over his cock. That act had the effect that Jenn had hoped for. Tiger let out an indistinct moan, tensed up, as if he had jacked a fork into an electric socket, and--thrusting his hips up to push as deep into her ass as possible--he came. Jenn felt him explode deep inside her, first a swell of his cock followed by rhythmic spasms coupled with a feeling of being filled up. He was coming inside her, inside her ass! Her finger went wild on her clit, and the orgasm crashed upon her like a tsunami, wiping everything out of its way, her body twisting and shaking under the onslaught, her contracting ass milking Tiger's cock of any remnant of semen, her pussy pouring out gallons of accumulated cum, her throat unable to let out sounds, her breath catching, her heart skipping. Stars exploded behind her eyes. And then she was falling, falling for a long time, in utter silence. And then the world went dark. When she came to, she was alone in bed, and the boys were gone. Her body was sore, her breasts and pussy raw, her ass on fire. She was covered in semen, much of it fresh, a lot of it on her face, a large glob keeping her from opening her left eye. There were large pools of it on her breasts, too, dripping down the sides of her body. Her pussy was a mess, she could tell. Her throat was chafed raw. Biff looked up at her from his chair by the bed. He was drinking quietly, a laptop on his knees. "This stuff's amazing, doll. You're a natural. You know, we could sell this video and make quite a few bucks. You wanna be an internet star?" He tapped a few keys on his laptop, clearly editing the video he had shot earlier. "And that kid there at the end--Tiger--really fell for you, hard. You should have seen him, when you passed out from your ass fucking, he was holding you and kissing you and was so worried that he had hurt his perfect sexy angel. Ha! It took some time to get him off you so that the rest of the guys could have another pass at you while you were out. You did put on quite a show." His eyes traveled down her body. "Now, go get cleaned up, doll. You look a fucking mess. What did you do? Get gangbanged?" He grinned at his own joke. "And clean your ass good, too--I wanna fuck it. Wouldn't want you to start thinking that I'm going to save your ass for reserved for innocent young virgins." Jenn wondered when the evening would be over. She hurt all over. Her mind was trapped in a fog, unable to process anything, numb to the world. She had no will to fight, no will to do anything, but sink back in that blissful oblivion that was falling in darkness. But her body obeyed as it always did. Biff's final words caught her as she turned on the light in the bathroom. "Oh, by the way, you should probably know. We're going home tomorrow."