Keywords: M/F, MMM/F, anal, oral, inc.
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Cindy Does the Two Step

  Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal.
 This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are 
under 18- 21 in some localities  If you are underage you must leave 
now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the 
straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange 
and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this 
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral 
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. 
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be 
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so
we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, 
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.

	Cindy Does the Two Step - (dadcindy.txt) - Strange name on the
text file is to keep it with the series and so people know it's the
continuation.
	It's the continuation of the strange tale of parental love
between Bill Keller and daughter, Cindy. Here Cindy opens up a bit
with the help of an old friend. M/F, MMM/F, anal, oral, inc.
	


	"I never thought I'd do anything like this with you," Emily said.
	"Yeah, yeah, seen the light, found the path, unclouded my mind,
it's sudden, okay, but I guess it makes sense," Cindy said.
	"Not that part," Emily scoffed. "Just being the one invited along
on this kind of excursion. It's an honor - and a dream come true."
	"Wow. Conceited aren't you?" Cindy said sarcastically. "You know
you're better at it than I am. I need your help. I'm counting mostly
on you."
	"Well, I believe I will serve, but only because I know how to be
the huckster and I know you'll stand still and be the goods I'm
selling," Emily said. "I can move a girl like you. Trust me."
	Cindy thought Emily was playing until they entered Spencer's
School for Young Men. On entry, Emily guided Cindy to the corner 
farthest from the front desk and parked her. Then she moved away and
circulated.
	She was brief, never lingering and only a few of the boys looked
in Cindy's direction after conversing. Emily made a circuit and
returned.
	"They want us in the field hockey storage room," Emily said.
	"They *want* us where?" Cindy asked
	"No, not *want*, we're supposed to meet and discuss details,"
Emily reassured Cindy. "Just negotiations. You shut up and I'll talk."
	There was something delicious about being Emily's pawn. Not
just from the lower position regarding Emily, but from the way the boys
looked at her. Emily's disregard rubbed off and they stared without
excuse at her.
	She felt in a precarious situation and was excited by the
uncertainty of it. What if they threw her down and all had her? That
thought excited her more.
	The boys were instead wary, sharp traders. They were only 
sizing up the goods to see that they were worth getting an erection.
Cindy saw that she was, in every set of trousers there, but Emily
catered to their farce by being re-assuring their investment would be
worth it.
	Their main concern was, of course, their safety and they couldn't
be sure of that until they had arrived. They were trying to appear
important before they had to face the dangerous decision to accept
Emily's invitation.
	"I said no more than ten," Emily said happily. "I suspect that
will bring three or four, I think I know which ones. But if they
surprise me, I'm sure we can handle five each."
	"At least you were selling yourself while you sold me," Cindy
said.
	"Nope," Emily said smugly. "It was all you. But it was understood
by the very circumstance that I'd be hanging around. Blow-jobs between
bouts and what not."
	"That's not all you're going to do!" Cindy exploded.
	"Depends on the draw," Emily said. "I'm not going to take away
one if there's only three."
	"What about four?" Cindy asked.
	"Five is where I siphon off a second go or two," Emily said,
"We'll leave four up in the air."
	Cindy had no idea. Well, she had a lot of ideas, but she didn't 
know how it would feel and she didn't know what she'd think. Some of
that was exciting and some not so much.
	Daddy didn't think it was outrageous, although not what he meant
about opening up. He approved the particulars, liking the small chance
Cindy would ever encounter the boys again. It was a flash where he'd
hoped for a steady light, but a flash in the right direction.

	The evening nearly ground to a sudden halt before it started.
	"Ebeneezer Piggot, at your service," Piggot bowed himself through
the door.
	There were vague whispers about Ebeneezer at the meeting, but he
was to be handled. Cindy suspected they hadn't managed to raise a bribe
that would make him look the other way. As she saw how he looked at
her, she revised that to Ebeneezer not accepting any other bribe.
	"These lads say there's a party here they are invited to attend
and I've brought them along," Ebeneezer said with oily deprecation.
	Cindy stared at him. Emily stared at him. None of the boys 
seemed to dare to move past him.
	"Come now, I don't care for the party, but shouldn't the master
have a gratuity?" Ebeneezer explained.
	Screaming 'NO' and slamming the door came precariously near 
action as Cindy digested his terms. The vague consequences dissuaded her
and, with difficulty, she overcame the rising bile in her throat.
	"Which one of us?" Cindy asked, looking at Emily.
	"Either," Piggot said.
	It was the right thing to do. If Emily had arranged it, it was
because Cindy asked. And the purpose was to expand her experience.
One look at Ebeneezer convinced her it would be a new experience.
	"Then come upstairs," Cindy said.
	Ebeneezer followed her and it was like a cork pulled from the
bottle. The Spencer boys poured into the living room in a stream. There
were more than four. Cindy would say six with as much attention as she
spared from her impending duty.
	Ebeneezer seemed to enjoy Cindy's silence as she stripped off.
He tapped the ends of his fingers together continuously until she was
naked. He didn't bother with his own clothes.
	"Very good," he said when she was naked, "Now over the bed. A
round hundred, I think. Very well, I say."
	"No! Crossways!" Ebeneezer interrupted as she lay down.
	Cindy didn't like to think what a round hundred might be and was
prepared to kick Piggot where it'd do the most good if he started 
hitting her. Her trepidation turned to squeals when, instead of
caning her, Ebeneezer threw himself face down on her bottom and began
kissing.
	At least some was kissing. There was slobbering as well and
mumbling indistinct things to her bum. A bit of gnawing set in, but
that was too superficial to cause Cindy distress.
	"Oh yes! Take it!" Ebeneezer shouted in triumph, presumably
after delivering his hundred, and leaped up.
	Again he was sudden and this time with a cock Cindy hadn't been
aware he'd extracted. It wasn't out long before it was buried in Cindy.
To her relief and contrary to her suspicion, it was in her pussy.
	Ebeneezer humped, continuing to crow about giving it to her,
with a ever accelerating jar until he was a comical bouncing against
her ass. That ended as abruptly as every other stage as he gave a
few flops and then was quickly on his feet with all naughty bits
tucked away.
	"Tell the boys not to be late. I am returning to the school,"
Ebeneezer informed her, although she knew he'd have to pass the boys
on his way out.
	Cindy lay for a moment gathering herself after he'd left. It had
been oddly funny and if not pleasurable, at least not taxing. She
wondered what the next adventure would bring.
	Cindy went to the door of her room without bothering to dress.
She didn't see the need as they'd see her naked eventually anyway. It
set off a flurry when Emily looked up and saw her.
	"There you are, then," Emily said to the boys. "If she's to show
all, then you will as well."
	"That's rubbish," one objected.
	"Then stay down here and happy dreams," Emily said. "Naked boys
only in the bedroom. It's the rule. You don't like it, don't go up."
	Cindy thought Emily was more convincing when she began to remove
her own clothes than she had been speaking. It seemed to ease the
suspicion and lubricate the boy's courage to have her start. They
followed along with less wariness then.
	Cindy had made a slight mis-calculation in her estimate. There
were five and a half boys in attendance. One little fella was trying
to slip behind bigger boys in an instinctive impulse to avoid
detection. It was cute, but Cindy wasn't sure he belonged.
	A hand on Emily's arm as she passed got her an explanation.
	"He's the rich kid that springs for the alcoholic addition to
their parties," Emily said. "He's more than a mascot. And I've already
asked. He says he's 15, so I'm guessing 14 at least."
	All that meat and plenty of potatoes, Cindy looked around at six
naked boys and six bobbing peckers. Each of them was holding two
bottles of beer. They were looking for a place to put it.
	"You got ice?" one asked. "You got a sink?" asked another.
	"You can put it in the refrigerator. You're at a real house,"
Cindy suggested.
	That was too far. The bathroom was next door. Cindy was amused
that they paid less heed to their nudity when on a task. Once they
had that arranged, there were six naked boys milling about, each
holding one beer. Cindy went with her first impulse to choose the
first boy.
	She'd make him or break him and he'd be taken care of either way.
She approached the smallest suitor and moved in so close his face
was nearly between her tits.
	"I hear you want to be a man," Cindy told him.
	"My dad is on about it, so I thought I better do something for
myself," he said. "You're not here to send me away, are you?"
	His anxiety on that point wouldn't have let Cindy if it had been
her intent. Since it wasn't, she found it easy to take him by the hand
and drag him through the others.
	He got a few scowls, but none were so bold as to challenge
Cindy's choice. A couple of them regarded Cindy and the boy with a
glance. Those were the two that were sharing the exploration of Emily's
chest. Cindy was pleased Emily was getting the attention.
	Cindy had no sense anxiety could make his hard-on wilt, so she
had no concern for the boy. She was rewarded by his sense of importance
making him immune. He was preferred, as was his due, proud and not able
to be cowed by a future he couldn't foresee.
	For herself, the setting was exceedingly arousing. She might be
able to dismiss half a dozen schoolboys waiting eagerly with hard-ons
intellectually, but her emotions were roused. It was as if their desire
leaked onto her as she led the boy past the others.
	By the time she sprawled on the bed, boy in tow, she was eager
herself. The lark of giving the boy his first was more than enough to
make her open her legs in anticipation and the, not unexpected, but
unfamiliar attention as others turned to stare openly at her pussy
made her excited.
	"Don't I kiss you first?" the boy wanted to know, looking down
into the pink gap that held fascination and uncertainty for him.
	"Of course," Cindy said and rebuked him gently. "Because you see
it doesn't mean you have to plunge in."
	Cindy appreciated the way she made him deferential by asserting
control, but he wasn't put off grabbing at her titties as he kissed
her. He was crazy to have them, probably more excited by feeling them
than the mysterious other thing he was to do.
	"There! Go easy," she scolded when he got over-anxious, "You
might want to save some of that for when you're fucking."
	She said it confidentially enough he wasn't embarrassed. Rather,
he took the rebuke to heart and stopped squeezing her tit. Cindy took
advantage of the break to move until she touched his hard-on.
	There were six of them. None of them was getting all night and
she should be started, she assessed. The boy was no help. He let her
rub her pussy on his cock without moving.
	"Put it in," Cindy told him. "You have to do some of the work."
	Whatever he'd learned and wherever he'd learned it, was based on
the idea it was man's work. Once goaded into the breech, in this case
pussy, he thrust into her like there was something to prove.
	There was enough of that, but Cindy had the distinct impression
the boy's motion came from the idea of establishing primacy. He
couldn't manage to be rough about it and was soon overtaken by the 
natural wonder of fucking, so Cindy took the determined thrusts and
moved with him as his hips began to swing with the natural motion of
need.
	He was worth every bit of the half a boy she had assigned him.
Cindy didn't indicate anything demeaning and didn't show a surprise she
really didn't feel when he came off quickly.
	He'd been a fine little warm-up and Cindy was soon glad of the
easy introduction when the rest came forward.
	Five more, four more, three more, Cindy counted down as the boys
seemed to sort themselves and climb on the bed with her. She'd
envisioned a more relaxed approach, perhaps getting out of bed to
mingle between, but that was not the boy's idea.
	She felt like more of a sexual accessory and was interested in
the way she and the boys experienced the contact differently. Clearly,
to them, she was convenience to slake their urge. Like a bottle they
passed around, they were interested in what was in her and not her.
	From her view, along with a certain dirty tingle about being
faceless pussy to them, they were the ones lining up to serve because
one couldn't do the job alone. As much as she was faceless pussy, they
were faceless cocks, jumping in with the least pause possible to
continue her pleasure in hopes numbers would supply what they didn't
individually.
	As she lay back, legs open and leaking cum, she had the sense
that numbers wouldn't be enough. She was working into the back half now
and the first ones provided their moments of elevation, but she had
dropped back in the lull between.
	They were going rev her momentarily and sustain nothing as they
each took a turn. Cindy was going to have to count on the dirty,
smarmy feeling for her pleasure. There was that in excess as, at most,
the boys grunted some recognition either on shoving their cocks in her
or on leaving.
	"This will be six, then," said the last as he slid right in.
	That indicated they viewed it as some accomplishment, but Cindy
didn't know if it was hers or theirs. If it had been Daddy, ready
immediately to fuck her the sixth time, it might be her accomplishment.
They would have been fucking a long time, half a day, and Cindy was
sure she'd be tired.
	The boys were threatening to take half an hour to do the same
and Cindy didn't know where their pride came from. Maybe it was they
all managed to keep it up in front of the others. Boys were clannish
and Cindy thought that was the most likely explanation.
	They had saved the best for last or the smartest waited. This
sixth boy threatened to take his time, looking in her eyes as he jabbed
his cock into her with firm, measured thrusts. There was a sneer Cindy
took for confidence on his face as he pumped his cock in her.
	The look turned questioning as he thrust harder and then into a
scowl as he gave way to the same rapid pumping used by the others. What
had threatened to be interesting turned into merely another overanxious
rush to be done. The only difference was that his sneer returned at
the end. He was making some point in the way he banged against her
as he was spurting her full of cum. It was if he wanted to emphasize
planting his seed and to plant it as deep as he could.
	"There will be some delay as we recharge," he told her as if it
was some private joke.
	Well, of course there would be. And it would take as long as all
of them fucking her had. It hadn't gone the way she anticipated. Cindy
felt under appreciated and not at all appreciative. She had envisioned 
it differently.
	In her version, she'd pick one out, lead him to bed and get
fucked, sort of the way she started with the half pint, only they
would be as least as good as Stanton the first time. Then she'd pick
another. It would be a series of six fucks, not six guys running
together in one.
	"Like the gang-bang?" Emily asked privately as she came to sit
on the bed.
	The boys were huddled, talking, refreshing the beer and milling
around. Cindy looked at them and then back to Emily.
	"Is that why they had to jump on and jump off?" Cindy asked.
	Emily nodded. "Group behavior," she said. "They don't want to
look like they like it."
	"That's stupid," Cindy said.
	"They're boys," Emily replied. "They haven't had time to acquire
the veneer of civilization of men."
	"But men do this sort of thing too, don't they?" Cindy asked.
	"I said a veneer," Emily pretended a yawn. "But it is mostly
pretending for the group."
	"I think I could take a dozen," Cindy said, bored by the
discussion. "I don't think they can match me."
	"So you won't need my help," Emily said and then quashed Cindy's
attempt to protest, "It's just as well. I don't find any to my liking
and I can visit Stanton later."
	Cindy had an idea.
	"Can you get Stanton to come now?" Cindy asked.
	"You want to make it seven?" Emily asked suspiciously.
	"No. Just for you," Cindy said. "But he might serve as an
example."
	"Or an impossible standard," Emily laughed.
	"Exactly my way of thinking," Cindy agreed.
	Emily was discrete, but not secretive in getting Stanton to the
Keller house. Her position was it had nothing to do with the boys, who
were there for Cindy. They, of course, noticed.
	"I thought this was a big secret deal and I wasn't wanted,"
Stanton kidded Emily.
	"And by chance, for the very reason you were excluded, I want you
here," Emily told him. "I was afraid you'd intimidate them and now
that's just what I want."
	The conversation was private and held in the living room, but
Emily saw curious eyes watching them from the door of Cindy's room
where she had appeared naked when it all began. The boys were still
swilling beer and building courage as they waited for their erections
to return, which would be in short order, given the passage of time.
	"But we stay here?" Stanton questioned, never having been
entertained in the Keller house anywhere but Cindy's room.
	"Right here and as much out of sight as we can manage," Emily
said. "They'll see something, I know, but only as much as is good for
them."
	With that she pulled Stanton to the sofa. She did it with her
lips on his and her arms around his neck. Her naked body pressed
against him as she pulled with her arms to indicate he was to put her
down and follow.
	There was a scuffle at Cindy's door, but neither Emily nor
Stanton looked up to see. She was busy getting his pants off and
Stanton was busy counting his good fortune. It never took any urging
to make him eager to fuck Emily. Now, with the understanding of
experience, it was an even greater, more rewarding prospect than it had
been when it was merely the urge of over-heated hormones.
	"I see hard-ons," Cindy announced upstairs. "I thought you boys
came here to fuck me."
	She was a little more confrontational than enticing, but they had
been more blustery winds that blew her no good than lovers. She had
sensed the competition without understanding it and was reacting to
her impression. If there was competition, she wanted to win.
	"Let me see that," Cindy changed the game when the one that went
last came forward first this time.
	She sat up and examined his prick while she stroked it. The boy
wore an expression that said he was inconvenienced. Cindy cut the exam
short and lay back with her legs up. He abruptly climbed between them
and proceeded to slam into her the requisite time to shoot his wad
in her.
	Cindy halted the next boy to repeat this examination. The third
caught the drift and waited for her to sit up. She looked over his
cock and bent down to kiss it for his patience. He was no more relaxed
than the rest as he climbed over her and fucked her hard and fast, but
he did look in her face more often.
	As Cindy slowed the train using her body, Emily was enjoying a
boy that had no need of her interference. Stanton was happily plugging
away, but not with any urgency. They, at rare times, enjoyed each
other's company without Stanton's dick in Emily, but they had
discovered it was also possible to enjoy that connection with Stanton's
cock in her.
	The couple on the sofa ignored the attention from the top of the
stair. They were not responsible for the conclusions the boys drew;
they were there to make them draw them.
	"I could suck you until you're ready for another," Cindy offered
when the small boy had been the last to fuck her.
	She had the sense that he was trying to be more than the rest,
but inexperience and an overflow of desire made him come off with 
little more delay than the others. Her offer met resistance.
	"We have to find our clothes. Should we take the bottles with
us?" asked their representative.
	Cindy laughed. "I'll throw them out," Cindy said. "Sure no one
wants one more?"
	They reacted like she was taunting them although she was careful
of her tone. There was a low level of mutiny as they paraded out of
her room. It seemed she hadn't been what they expected.
	Cindy waited for Emily's report for what passed next. She feared
she'd inject a false influence if she watched. 
	The boys seemed altogether fascinated when they found Stanton
fucking Emily. There was some delay dressing as some of the boys were
inclined to stare. According to Emily, they seemed not only interested
in the proceedings, but she had heard whispers indicating amazement
both at Stanton's lack of urgency and his desire to dally with a
girl that long.
	"They're kids and they're rushing," Bill put it to them. "They're
still, basically, terrified of girls but feel a need to prove
themselves mature by having sex."
	"So they hop on, hop off and that's that?" Cindy questioned.
	"That's a little more complicated," Bill said. "That was for the
others and not themselves. They were proving themselves to each other."
	"They didn't like me trying to slow them down," Cindy said.
	"They didn't like you at all," Bill said. "You didn't act like 
you should. You should be ashamed of yourself. Letting them use you 
like meat should disturb you and let them feel manly, like conquerors."
	"That's stupid," Cindy snapped.
	"I didn't say it wasn't," Bill said. "And I'm guessing, but 
everything you say makes me think I'm right. You went too young."
	"Where are we going to get old guys that want to fuck her?" Emily
asked and Bill looked at her with pity.
	"She's underage," Emily defended herself.
	Bill renewed the look.
	"If you know, then say," Cindy put in. "Looking at Emily like
she's stupid isn't helping."
	"It will be another animal and I don't think it will be any more
pleasant," Bill deferred. "Emily is sure to be dragged in. You'll get
fucked all right, but they won't have any more respect for you than
the boys."
	"Fuck respect. Fuck everything as long as they fuck me," Cindy
said defiantly.
	"Are you sure? Their goal will be fuck you so you can't walk. Is
that what you want?" Bill asked.
	"I want to see if they can," Cindy said.
	"What about Emily?" Bill asked.
	"I can take it," Emily said, still stung by what she took as a
lack of respect from Bill. "Cock's cock and I've had plenty."
	"Well," Bill drew it out, "I can point you in the right
direction, but I can't help. And only after you've had a sample."
	Cindy was wary. Daddy was too serious. He had something in mind.
 Then again, she thought, mostly those things were fun, in retrospect
at least.
	"You fuck yourself out?" Bill turned to Stanton, who had kept
out of the conversation.
	Upon seeing the shake of Stanton's' head, Bill got up to take off
his pants.
	"If you want the pointer, then you have to have a sample," Bill
said. "You're not going into this without any idea what they'll want
from you."
	Cindy was horny. Six boys twice had hardly whetted her desire and
she always wanted Daddy's cock. Whatever he planned was likely to be 
exciting. There was no way she would refuse in any case.
	Cindy wished she'd had more time to think it over. The idea had
merit, but she needed more time to adjust to it. Watching Emily suck
Stanton's cock hard gave her no indication. She didn't have an inkling
until Daddy told Stanton what to do.
	"Just get behind her and put it in. I'll hold her for you," Daddy
said as she sat on his cock.
	Cindy wondered why Daddy thought he'd have to restrain her until
she felt his hands pull open her ass. He was going to hold her open,
not hold her down.
	For the record, they had gone with slippery, which was more
appropriate for the occasion. It seemed altogether too appropriate to
Cindy as Stanton fairly glided into her ass.
	As she'd had little time to grasp the thought, Cindy went
directly to experiencing it as two cocks were in her body. If she'd
had any preconception, it would have been that she'd feel doubly
stuffed. It was double in some sense, but more competing invasions
trying to draw her attention.
	The cocks were there, very close together, but each in its own
place. It was the feeling they were trying to over-ride each other
she felt as they pumped their cocks into their separate holes.
	"They'll do this and no mercy, baby doll," Daddy told her.
	"It's not so much," Cindy managed to pant. "I wish you had two
dicks and could do it all the time."
	That was exaggeration on her part, not a lie. There was a novelty
that peeked out from the confusing rush of new sensations that hinted
it might be nice when she was used to it. She was even surer that
Emily, with her sensitive ass, would find it quite exciting.
	"Go on, pull out," Bill said to Stanton, and as Cindy was
responding to the sudden vacancy in her rear said, "We've got another
treat, then."
	She knew he liked it and, interestingly enough, Cindy found the
struggle was taken out of getting Daddy's cock in her ass by Stanton's
previous occupancy. He had turned her over, facing away, and put her
over his cock. Cindy took the hint and sat down with Daddy's cock in
her ass. She saw the plan in Stanton's eyes.
	"Go on, son, best lift her legs," Bill advised.
	Daddy liked it very deep and Cindy was sure he was pleased when
Stanton lifted her legs and left her nothing but to rest her weight
on Daddy. She felt a bit suspended in air despite Daddy supporting her
shoulders and Stanton holding her legs. That made Stanton's cock in her
pussy all the more unreal.
	Her supporting points ignored, Cindy felt she was suspended on
cocks. Daddy's was very big in her ass, but she found Stanton's eager
thrusting attracting her attention. There was something about the cock
in her ass that made his efforts seem grander.
	It was like the cock in her ass wouldn't let her get set and she 
would be hustled, unready, to orgasm in spite of herself. The feeling
of no control was like orgasm itself, and Cindy predicted she would
have a whopper.
	"No! don't stop! This is... This is good," Cindy protested when
Stanton slowed his thrusts.
	"Is it, baby doll?" Bill asked.
	"Yes! It's like your cock makes it bigger!" Cindy managed to get
out, feeling as if the effort of speaking exhausted her.
	Stanton went back to work. Cindy wasn't aware of him cumming, but
she imagined it was while she was screaming in bliss. She had been 
mostly right about the attack of climax in her position. The part she
hadn't known had prolonged her cries as somehow the cock in her ass
wouldn't let her finish.
	She felt Daddy's cock insist that she go on. He was very evident
as waves of pleasure washed over her. His intrusion seemed to throw
her back into the flow every time she jerked with pleasure. She
couldn't recall cumming harder in her life.
	"Well then, I'll give you an address," Daddy said, upon seeing
her reaction. "I guess you just might be able to take it after all."
	"And Emily too," Cindy said. "You now how she is about her ass."

	Stanton wasn't overjoyed, but Emily reminded him of the terms of
their original agreement. Not only was it what it was, but seeking
other offers was only forbidden without permission. He saw the
opportunity to forbid her, but grudgingly gave in.
	Illogically, it was a growing affection that made him feel
obligated to allow her. He found it hard to deny her anything and was
confident her intention was to back up her friend and not seek greener
pastures.
	Cindy did not miss the exchange. Emily scolded her for the long
face in reaction. As she had never liked Stanton, Cindy had no business
feeling short changed.
	Cindy had to agree. It was just that, perhaps, in another life,
she might have use for Stanton and it set off alarms that he might
become too devoted to Emily to help her.
	"Don't pout yet," Emily warned Cindy, "I know what you want
anyway. And Stanton will be available as long as your dad is available
for me."
	Cindy looked at her questioningly.
	"I saw your face," Emily laughed, "You liked them both fucking
you. You want more of it. I agree that I'd like it even more. So you
can borrow Stanton if I can borrow your dad."
	It was the perfect off the subject, out of the blue conversation
to be having as they sought their doom. It focused their minds on good
things and helped obscure the things that might go wrong. Bill had made
it seem so dangerous that even agreeing his was the worst case did
little to quiet their nerves.
	"I'm not taking the lead this time," Emily backed away from the
door when they arrived, "They will only listen to you."
	Cindy didn't know how Emily knew that, but it was no time for
discussion. Delay made her more nervous and she couldn't stand much
more. She swallowed hard and rang the bell.
	"I heard this was a social club and I want to be social," Cindy
blurted out when a man opened the door.
	He was rough looking, all eyebrows and nose with deep set dark
eyes studying them. He was in an old fashioned undershirt and had 
suspenders hanging down on his pants. He grunted.
	"Who's she?" he tossed his head in Emily's direction.
	"My friend. For moral support," Cindy managed to get out.
	He looked at them another blood-chilling moment and then grunted
again as he stepped back out of the way. Cindy and Emily quickly
scooted through the gap he left and he closed the door behind them.
	"Who is it?" came from a room down the hall.
	"Some kid. Selling cookies," the man near them called back.
	He led them down an underlit hall toward the light of the room.
Cindy had a distinct feeling of adventure that she wished wasn't
overwhelmed by fear. She didn't think trembling would put her in a 
better negotiating position.
	"Nice cookies," a man with dirty blonde hair seated at the table
said as the three walked into the room.
	There was the evidence of chips on the table and cards, but no
pot and no hands dealt. The rest of the furniture was a sofa and two
chairs, not pristine, but comfortable looking, pushed to the walls.
Cindy could see beyond to a man hidden behind the door of a
refrigerator, evidently looking for something inside.
	"She says she wants to be social," the man that had let them in
revealed.
	"Pro?" the blond man asked and the other scoffed.
	"You can't tell these days. I've seen younger," the man said
again and again the other man scoffed.
	"Too clean," said the man emerging from the kitchen with a
sandwich and a beer.
	He put the plate with the sandwich on the table and eased into
a chair. He smiled at Cindy and then questioned her.
	"How social were you intending on being?" he asked.
	"I'll be as social as you want," Cindy said.
	"You old enough?" he asked.
	She shook her head.
	"Good," he said and relieved Cindy's doubt she had answered
correctly. "You're not a liar. I can see you're not old enough. Best to
say what you mean or you might get something you don't want."
	"I want to be social," Cindy repeated stubbornly.
	"You do, eh? What about your friend?" he asked.
	"I'll be social too," Emily said before Cindy could speak.
	"Hardly enough to be social with almost as many of you as there
is of us," he said.
	"Don't you know someone?" Cindy asked boldly.
	He laughed. It was a knowing har-har rather than mirth and had a
nasty sound. His face showed he was genuinely amused.
	"More will be here shortly," he said. "This is early for us. You
don't have to be home soon, do you?"
	"I can stay all night. I've got an excuse," Cindy said, nodding
toward Emily.
	"Then pull up a chair. Maybe we can make this interesting," he
invited.
	 It would not have qualified as interesting anywhere but in that
barren room with those men. In that setting, the juvenile thrill of
strip poker took on a charged, almost ominous feel.
	The men played seriously, as if there were high stakes, and
played dead straight, taking their losses with their wins in stride.
Cindy felt respected, however her skills were shown to be lacking.
	Still, she still wore her panties and a skirt when another two
men came in. They stifled their laughter rather unsuccessfully as they
surveyed the table. Emily had only panties keeping her in the game and
the man that had admitted them was in boxers and sock with garters.
	The other two had various piles of winnings in front of them.
They all looked up at the arrivals and the man from the kitchen stood
to greet them.
	"Came in wanting to be social," he said in shorthand. "Seem a
game pair. Not a whimper so far. Anyone else coming?"
	Cindy listened anxiously. Five might be as many as she could
manage, but she had pictured more. And if she could handle five, then
the present company left nothing for Emily and Cindy knew Emily was as
excited as she was by the adventure.
	"Um... a couple," one of the newcomers said and Cindy knew he had
narrowly avoiding giving a name.
	Cindy was glad of that. The less they exchanged beyond bodily
fluids, the less reason any of them had for concern. They were bodies
that bump in the night. It was more comfortable that way.
	The game broke up with the new arrivals. They sorted out the
clothes, but neither Cindy nor Emily made any move to dress. It seemed
things were going well enough and dressing would be counter-productive.
	"Maybe we should get these girls set up," the man with the
sandwich, who Cindy suspected was the occupant of the meeting place,
suggested. "I'm John, by the way."
	"I get it," Cindy said, eager to quash any more information. "And
these are John, John, John and John."
	"I was going with Al, Bill, Chuck and Dick with Earl and Fred on
the way, but we can all be John if you prefer," he said.
	"I'd just get it mixed up the other way," Cindy said. "One name
is easier to remember."
	The first John escorted them up the stairs past a door and on to
a room at the end of the hall. Cindy felt a little shiver when she
saw they'd come to the right place. There was one stand and a bedside
lamp next to a huge, Cindy guessed, king-sized bed. The other furniture
was a jumble of folding chairs that seemed to have been arranged facing
the bed before they were pushed together.
	"No place for clothes," the man said, regarding the piles in
their hands and pulling out one of the chairs to set by the bed, "I
guess that will do."
	He left, bidding them to, 'get comfortable'. Emily dropped her
clothes first, slipping off her panties and dropping them on the pile.
	"I'm comfortable," Emily said.
	Cindy took the hint, adding her clothes on top of Emily's and
stripping off the rest to put on the pile. Having reached the end of
things she knew to do, Cindy spent a moment looking around the room
again. She hadn't missed anything the first time. She had run out of
things to do.
	"We can try the bed," Emily suggested.
	Cindy nodded without answering. She suspected the men would
expect them to be on the bed when they arrived. While the men had been
much more personable than the boys, Cindy was struck by the impersonal
way they were left to wait.
	Perhaps there were things a more experienced woman would need to
do in preparation, she supposed. It did no good to dwell on it. They
had gone too far to run away now.
	"It's nicer than yours," Emily said, bouncing on the bed, and
then caught herself, "Softer anyway."
	Cindy put out a hand to test it and then said, "It's nicer for
having more room. I've often wanted to move around more."
	Cindy delayed as if mounting the bed was committing herself. That
was silly. She was committed. She got on the bed with Emily.
	"See?" Emily said, rolling completely over once before stopping
facing Cindy, "Room for both and all the men that want us."
	Cindy didn't say anything. She could feel it and see it in
Emily's eyes. Emily's carefree babble hadn't disguised it from her
notice. She put out a tentative hand and brushed Emily's face.
	"I don't know I'd like it, but I'd try with you," Cindy said
without preamble.
	Emily blustered without forming words. Cindy silenced her by
pulling Emily's face to her own and kissing her.
	"I'm not blind. I just couldn't make up my mind. I didn't want
to start and then pull away," Cindy said after the kiss.
	"Well, I don't know either," Emily said argumentatively.
	"And I don't think those men should find us in the blush of first
discovery," Cindy said more normally, "But now you know. We don't have
to act weird trying to hide it."
	Cindy wondered if she had made the move just now in order to take
advantage of the delay. It hadn't been a considered action on her part.
She saw Emily trying to disguise her desire and just done something.
	She wasn't sorry, she was just suspicious of her own timing. Her
internal dialogue was interrupted by the sound of steps on the stairs.
	"Now isn't that a pretty sight?" the man who Cindy had decided
was the leader asked rhetorically, "Why don't you go first, John."
	That John was the one that greeted them. He'd put on the trousers
with the drooping suspenders after their game and now took them off,
along with his shorts. His cock was somewhat hard and growing.
	"I bet her friend would blow someone," the first John said and
set another of the men into action.
	"You know, you're all right," the man with Cindy granted as she
scooted down to give his cock an assist once he'd settled on the bed.
	Emily was at the other side of the bed, sucking on the cock of
a man who stood beside the bed. Some of the others pulled out chairs
to sit and watch. It was a much more relaxed atmosphere than with the
boys, but Cindy suspected she was in for a longer and more draining
night.
	The man with Cindy made a noise and she looked up. He grinned at
her and she understood. He was hard now and didn't want a blow-job. It
was the perfect time for her to move up and let him have what he
wanted.
	She lay back and he got over her. He didn't want fancy. He pushed
against her pussy and Cindy discovered she was more excited than she'd
realized. He went right in and began to move inside her. He set a
steady, relaxed pace as he stroked.
	"That's a nice one," Cindy said to say something. He grunted.
	He was taking his time and that wasn't lost on the other John.
He had pulled his cock away from Emily moments before and stood with
it glistening with her saliva and bobbing in front of him. He looked
peeved.
	"Why can't I fuck this one?" he asked.
	Emily promptly rolled onto her back and opened her legs in
invitation. The man didn't respond to her. He was looking at first
John.
	"Fuck who you want. What do I care?" first John said.
	The man hesitated a moment, looking at Emily and then at the man
on Cindy and back to Emily, then he got on the bed. He had evidently
decided it was too long to wait. He got over Emily and thrust into her.
	Cindy had been looking at the man fucking her and he had been
looking back. She gave him a smile before she turned her head to look
at Emily getting fucked. When she turned her head, Emily met her eyes.
Emily's were crinkled happily. Emily's hand slid along the bed and 
Cindy took it. There was a solidarity as they lay on the strange bed
getting fucked by strangers.
	The one on Emily was last started, first done, although it
couldn't be said he had fucked furiously and cum quick. He had gotten
right to it and wasted no time, however. Emily was hardly moaning in
passion when he got off. She looked up expectantly and, as if prompted,
one of the other Johns pulled off his pants and approached.
	He stood by the bed as the first had and waited for Emily to roll
over and start sucking his cock.
	The John on Cindy was finishing. He wasn't coming off, but his 
thrusts were serious, short and quick. He'd enjoyed his time and now
was ready for the big pop. Cindy moved her hips to help.
	It was fine if she didn't cum with him. She hadn't given it much
chance, based on her experience with the boys, and then was distracted
by everything happening when she changed her estimation. It was still
all right. There were a lot more of them and she'd take her chance when
it came.
	It was gritty, predatory, but Cindy found that enhanced her
appreciation of her fate. There was also something robust about the way
the men so easily took advantage of their opportunity. Cindy felt she
was at the beginning of a long ride, a long, eventful and hopefully
pleasurable ride.
	The man moving off her was a definite break in the first flurry
of debauch. For a moment Cindy was deserted, laying naked on the
strange bed. The man with Emily pulled away, deserting her as well. For
the time it took for him to walk around the bed and climb on over Cindy
there was a lull.
	Then it started up again as the man pushed into Cindy and another
walked up to Emily. It was as Emily had envisioned before, Cindy
thought briefly before being distracted by the cock jamming into her.
	"You really like this, don't you?" the John on top of Cindy asked
her.
	"What's not to like?" Cindy replied.
	He spent no more energy on banter, but didn't try to change
Cindy's mind. He was not rough or punitive to punish her for wanting
it. He dedicated himself to fucking and was at most careless of her
wants as he filled her with moving cock.
	There was a little commotion beside her and Cindy turned enough
to watch out of the corner of her eye. A second John had joined the
first in wanting Emily's mouth. His interference wasn't welcomed by
the John already there and some pushing ensued.
	"Just fuck her, why don't you?" the second John argued, "Then she
can suck me and we're both happy."
	"I don't have to. You fuck her," the first responded.
	"All right," the second said, shoving his cock at Emily's face.
	The first relinquished his place and let Emily suck the second.
When he was hard, he pulled away and the first gave Emily his cock
again. She lay sucking it, turned as much as we she was able while
the other man got between her legs and pushed his cock in her.
	The slutty scene made a thrill run through Cindy. She was jerked
back to attention to the man fucking her when it seemed the scene had
a similar effect on him. He began to thrust more diligently. Cindy kept
her eyes on the sight of Emily sucking cock while being fucked and let
her hips move with the hard influx of cock.
	"You want it good? I'll make it good," the man on Cindy growled
at her.
	He seemed to be speaking to her as an idea rather than the person
he was jamming his cock into. He wasn't looking for a response. It was
a notice of intent to fuck her in a way that couldn't be ignored.
	Again, it wasn't calculated brutality or spite that seemed to
drive him. Cindy was bounced about on the bed, her tits flopping in a
way that brought Daddy to mind, but that was the normal outcome of the
determined way the man fucked her.
	It was rough, but casually so, the outgrowth of his passion.
Cindy grabbed the arms supporting him and let her hips roll with the
thrusts. He was exciting her by force and she tried to go along.
	The man was guttural and repetitive as he came to the short
strokes. Cindy felt he'd make her cum and then was disappointed by the
deep, sharp jabs she thought was his shooting in her and then again
elated as he charged in and out of her with some maniacal need.
	She managed to break over the top, losing any concern or
judgment that the flurry that satisfied her had been after the man had
filled her with cum. She was cumming. How hardly mattered.
	She didn't think Emily was as lucky, but the man fucking her was
still at it. When the man with his cock in her mouth left, Emily
fell back to the bed with an expression of satisfaction that she could
put her undivided attention on the cock filling her pussy. Cindy wished
her luck.
	The other man was approaching and she gave him a look as he got
over her and paused.
	"Know what?" he asked her and didn't wait for a reply. "Roll over
and stick your butt up."
	Cindy went into immediate motion and did as she was told. The
specter of being ass-fucked twinged her, but she wasn't going to
hesitate for that. It was bound to happen eventually. Cindy was there
to do whatever they wanted.
	She felt no special relief when he took her from behind. Her ass
would be fucked, she was confident, and avoiding it had no special
meaning. She was content to feel him pound on her ass as he jammed his
cock in her, just not relieved.
	He had been at it just long enough to find the best and smoothest
angle to give her cock with long strokes when the man beside her began 
to pound meaningfully into Emily. Cindy had hardly been counting time.
She didn't know if Emily might be satisfied and had to admit her
opinion had little influence on the fact.
	Cindy didn't think far ahead to wonder that no one had come up to
give Emily their cock to suck. She had been keeping a general account
of the men and knew there were few left, but she was occupied by the
cock fucking her. She didn't even have an opinion about cumming. She
had once and the hard cock sliding in and out was keeping her on a
pleasant simmer on its tail.
	Emily was the one that saw the two remaining men look at each
other for a sign of intent. First John remained relaxed and made a tiny
jerk of his head. The other got up and undressed. When he came to the
bed, he didn't stand beside it. He crawled in beside Emily.
	"This is the last of the nice stuff," he said in a low voice 
Cindy had to strain to hear, "better take advantage while you can."
	Cindy moved her hips. Since her introduction by her father and
Stanton, she had visions of being used by two uncaring, careless men.
The man's intimation made her feel a thrill at the thought it was
coming. She was excited enough to respond to the man fucking her.
	She didn't have to split her awareness to see Emily as the man
on her put his cock in. It was an advantage of kneeling that Emily was
in her field of vision. Cindy could participate fully with the cock
slapping on her rump, filling her up and still see Emily's face as
she took her own cock.
	"Oh Daddy!" Cindy cried extemporaneously, "Give it to me!"
	There was only a little extra wiggle at the end of his strokes to
show the effect of her words. Only slowly did Cindy realize what she'd
said and how he'd taken it.
	She did not immediately think her words would be interpreted as a
ruse to excite the man fucking her. She came to the tentative
conclusion from the way he acted. The first wiggle became a joyous
excavation of her pussy from behind. The man leaned up to find a harder
angle and shoved his cock even more eagerly into her. Cindy could feel
it more and knew he must.
	Her words were having an effect. She repeated them.
	"Yes, you little bitch," he snarled when she'd called him Daddy
again, "Daddy's home and you're getting yours."
	Cindy had not considered herself and that was fortunate. She had
incited the man into a fury she couldn't follow. He dug at her with his
cock and, when that wasn't enough, went frantic slamming deep into her
and against her upturned bottom.
	His orgasm sounded good. There was a chorus of growling grunts
as he jerked against her rear, not really moving, but pushing anyway
to create the illusion, at least for himself. Cindy could definitely
feel spurts spray inside her as he shot off. There was no mistaking the
force with which he came.
	In the commotion, she had lost sight of Emily and turned quickly
when she recalled. Emily was smiling happily, eyes closed as her small
body surged on the bed. The man wasn't through, but Cindy didn't think
Emily was going to cum.
	"You want to stay up or do you want something else?" Cindy heard
a voice ask her.
	She did not yet immediately identify the voice, but she felt no
surprise to see it was first John.
	"You're in charge," she told him with a hint of irony, "You tell
me how you want it."
	"I want it like a whore," first John said.
	Cindy made room for him on the bed. She had only the faintest
notion how that would be, but that didn't make her pause. She had her
own ideas and they'd have to do.
	She urged first John onto his back and since she was squatting,
easily bent down and took his cock in her mouth. She'd suck him a
while and then have him fuck her. That seemed whorish enough to Cindy.
	"Knows what she's doing right enough," first John seemed intent
on having a conversation with the John fucking Emily.
	The other John was not as eager. He made some grunt of assent
and Cindy felt the bed continue to bounce just as it was before.
 	"How's that one? Tight as a fist?" first John insisted.
	"She's all right," the man said succinctly. "She likes it."
	"Yeah. I think we're going to have some real fun with these,"
first John said and Cindy began to suspect his conversation wasn't
for the other man alone.
	"That's why we want men," Cindy injected herself into the
conversation, "They don't just fuck. They know good stuff."
	First John said something like: oho. Cindy was unrepentant. She
wanted more. It was worth the risk of too much. She was skeptical there
was too much anyway.
	She used the lull to sit up, throw her leg over first John and
reach down to position his cock at her pussy. She let the head of his
cock rub back and forth across the lips until she saw him react. Then
she sat straight down, adjusting her angle only once to take all of
his cock inside herself.
	"You look like a man that likes to watch a girl work," she said
boldly.
	"I like to see her earn her money," he answered.
	Cindy was sure he was the leader now. He had more attitude than
the others combined. She thought if she impressed him things would go
better. She thought if she challenged him he would respond.
	She started by grinding on his cock, making the lips of her pussy
kiss the root. She let him feel what it was to be completely inside
her. The first hint of stroking came as she leaned toward him and the
back and forth naturally followed her angle to be a small amount of
up and down.
	It was just the taster. She had moved forward intentionally to
make her movement more enticing. She put her hands on her knees and
began to lift up and down. Her lean made her breasts bob as she moved.
That was the treat she planned to add to the feel of her pussy stroking
his cock.
	"You're so good I'd pay you," first John told her.
	"I'd take it because I know I am," Cindy said in the same spirit,
adding, "It's so dirty."
	It was dirty. Everything about the way first John wanted her was
dirty. Cindy felt the thrill like something in her chest, but she only
pretended it was her motivation as she moved more deliberately on first
John's cock. Something told her that would arouse him.
	She thought that was why he told her how dirty she was again and
again. As a sign of his excitement or a prompt to move more, Cindy 
reacted by pumping faster on his cock. Meanwhile, the bed was shaking
beside them and Cindy realized she been neglecting Emily.
	There wasn't much she could do. She was too busy sliding down
first John's cock. They were in the middle of something. Emily would
have to forgive her.
	"Now that's good," first John said and put his hands on her waist
to hold her down on his cock.
	He sat up, moved one arm behind her back and got up with her like
she weighed a pound. He ground his cock into her for a second as she
seemed to hang suspended on it and then sat down on his heels.
	Cindy could feel her feet on the bed behind him but she had no
leverage from them. She was sitting aspraddle his lap.
	"Now we can both move," first John said with his eyes an inch
from hers.
	His eyes were intense things of light-hued brown and Cindy was
distracted staring into them as he surged his hips. She realized what
she'd been doing when a surge unbalanced her. Her awareness returned to
her situation even as she was throwing her arms around his neck to 
catch herself.
	He grinned at her reaction and Cindy knew it was expected. From
there it was a short leap of Cindy logic to know she was supposed to
lift herself while he thrust. It took only two or three lifts by her
and thrusts by first John for them to synchronize.
	Cindy found digging her toes into the bed made it seem she was
lifting less weight as she pulled herself up and dropped down on
first John's cock. She dug in her toes and held tight around his neck
as they moved apart and together with gathering speed.
	She found he was coming up to meet her descent so early that he
left her small room for lifting. She tried harder, but first John 
seemed adamant he slap into her with a short stroke and much power.
	And for once, she supposed because of her position, the brunt
of it came on her pussy. Yes, the hard thing went deep inside, but
the slap on her pussy was sharp and gave her an unfamiliar feeling.
	"You can cum for me," first John crooned, "You can come right
here on my cock."
	In retrospect, it seemed his suggestion made Cindy shiver and
then flop as first John continued to fuck her. At the time, Cindy was
less aware of the trigger or the reason. She was cumming. That was what
she knew and it monopolized her mind, thank you.
	She knew because his slap against her pussy became some strange
thing she thought she ought to recognize, but couldn't. It was making
the feeling gripping her palpitate, but she was too distracted to
understand.
	She was flopping, pretty much like a rag doll, when she regained
enough sense to know first John was shooting off in her. The series of
hard, spaced thrusts seemed like aftershocks of her own pleasure. Cindy
let him move her, let him jam it in her however he wanted.
	They floated in a shared stupor for a short bit, first John still
grinding his cock into her. Then his head seemed to clear suddenly.
	"Now you were the one that wanted some real fun, weren't you?"
he asked Cindy.
	"That was fun," Cindy told him, "but I do want more."
	"Then you and your friend are going to have to help us," first
John said. "We're pretty old and we need something pretty spicy to get
us excited."
	Cindy might have pointed out that they got hard enough to fuck
her, but she knew first John was getting to something. She didn't know
what he might suggest and the mystery made her tingle. She might have
to do anything. She couldn't be more specific because the unknown by
nature was unknown.
	Walking around naked, serving drinks? That was weak even for her
young mind. Some stripper dance? That might be sexy. Some sort of
groping... First John was speaking and she abandoned her dreaming to
learn the real thing.
	"... you like her, so why don't you give her a little kiss?"
first John was saying when Cindy's attention returned, "You know, make
out a little."
	"Me and Emily?" Cindy asked, reasonable sure that was the part
she missed, but wanting to nail it down.
	"Sure, you girls are friends and you'd look cute together," first
John urged.
	Cindy looked over at Emily. Because she was still straddling
first John's legs, they were facing. As she looked, Cindy calculated.
Her question to clarify sounded like reticence. If they played that up,
the men could get excited without caring how Cindy and Emily felt about
it.
	Seeing the neutral look and shrug from Emily, Cindy was glad 
they wouldn't wonder. It would make it like a secret, a secret
performed in front of a bunch of men.
	"I guess we could," Cindy said, looking at Emily. "It could be
like playing and I bet we can make them hot."
	Emily waited where she was for Cindy's approach. Cindy hoped it
was to show reluctance. She hoped it was for show. She hoped Emily
wouldn't take it so seriously she was embarrassed in front of the men.
	"You going to feel me up and everything?" Emily asked with a
slight edge.
	"Yeah - do that!" encouraged one of the men.
	"You can do that," Cindy said a little meanly.
	They were putting on the greatest show on earth or Emily was
going to hate her forever. Emily couldn't be that dumb. She had to be
acting. If Cindy could see how it was funny to want to, but pretend
not to, then Emily would. Anyway, the show must go on.
	The breathing was audible when Cindy swooped down on Emily and
put her mouth over hers. Emily didn't help, but allowed Cindy to open
her lips with her tongue and then push it in Emily's mouth. They were
kissing. It was the part and their first experiment. Emily made Cindy
work for every response.
	"Now feel me up," Cindy said as she broke the kiss.
	She lay on her back, touching Emily along their sides, and pulled
Emily's hand over to place on her breast. She guided it once and then
used her other hand behind Emily's head to pull Emily's face to hers.
Emily rolled on her side. This time her tongue was the aggressor and
Cindy relaxed.
	Emily was oddly effective with the rude way she handled Cindy's
breasts. There was more pull and squeeze and twist than Cindy was used
to, but she found even the discomfort fed a growing excitement. It
distracted Cindy until a constant bumping from Emily's knee penetrated
her head as a signal.
	"Make me get on you," Emily whispered when she saw the light
returning to Cindy's eyes.
	Cindy reached down and grabbed the offending knee and pulled
Emily by it. She tipped onto Cindy, her leg going between Cindy's own.
Cindy covered Emily's hand for a moment, moving on her own breast and
then seemed to decide to fondle Emily. Their faces were rubbing cheek
on cheek as they wound together. Emily seemed to squirm as Cindy
grabbed her tit, but the motion forced her leg harder into Cindy's
pussy.
	"We have to kiss again, but I want to say I like this," Emily
whispered.
	"Me too," Cindy said into Emily's mouth as they came together
again.
	"Grab her butt!" someone suggested from the crowd.
	Without breaking the kiss, Cindy took her hand off Emily's breast
and slipped it down her ass. She grabbed it like they wanted,
lifted the cheek to enhance their view of Emily's bald split and
pulled. She worked her hips up as she pulled Emily's down and the knee
in her crotch rubbed her most wonderfully.
	"Somebody likes it!" came a voice from beyond.
	Cindy didn't care if they liked it. She had her hands on
something good and wasn't letting go.
	"Now I'm going to fuck you like my bitch," she mumbled into
Emily's mouth.
	It was unclear how much of that Emily could decode, but Cindy's
actions told the same story. Instead of pulling Emily to her, Cindy 
pushed her away and rolled onto her. Laying on top, with her leg
between Emily's as Emily's had been between hers before, Cindy made no
secret of what she was doing.
	She ground her thigh against Emily's pussy will all the hip sway
of a man fucking. She moved her hand from Emily's hip back to her
breasts and held Emily down with the other.
	The only surreptitious part was the way Emily's leg bent with
Emily's foot on the bed and the way Cindy could use it. Just a tendon
at the joint of the thigh, but prominent in the slim girl and just
right to split the fold of Cindy's pussy and send chills up her spine.
	She made Emily gasp and then kissed her. She kept her in
contortions for some time more. Then she gave some short humps like
she was cumming, as a man would, and paused.
	"I can make her do me too," Cindy suggested from the pile.
	"You are looking for trouble, aren't you?" first John said
admiringly.
	"I'm looking for hard cock and new ways to put it in me," Cindy
replied. "Are you old guys ready yet?"
	"I think that was a challenge, ..." the man broke off before he 
mentioned a name.
	"Who's ready to answer it?" first John asked.
	"That's their job," came a voice of dissent.
	"Then who's coming up to give them some work?" first John asked.
	Cindy saw the problem with seven men. The first shift, as she
envisioned it, would take more than half of them. Then there would be
three and she didn't know how that would sort out.
	Cindy didn't know the campaign, albeit unknowingly, that Emily
would put on. That was in the uncertain future as a couple of the men
came forward. Cindy watched hopefully, but they split up and one went
toward Emily.
	That couldn't be it. Daddy knew everything. Daddy sent them to
the address. Daddy wouldn't give them the speech and have Stanton fuck
her with him if all they were going to do was come one at a time.
	Cindy didn't know how to tell them. She was afraid they'd be
mad if she asked for it. Pissing them off didn't seem smart.
	The man that came to her liked grabbing her tit while she sucked
his cock. Cindy didn't mind the mauling specifically, but it was a
symbol of their lameness. She sucked his cock in a foul mood, not
bothering to look around.
	She thought they wanted to watch when she saw the others crowding
around. 
	"Fuck off, she's sucking mine," said the man with his cock in her
mouth.
	"You can't hog her, give someone else a turn," another argued.
	Cindy had been lounging on her side and one of the men grabbed
her arm and pulled her up to sit on the side of the bed. That
automatically pulled her from the cock in her mouth and she found
herself facing another when pulled into her new position.
	It's something, Cindy thought ill-temperedly, not willing to give
up her pique so easily. There were lots of things that could come from
them crowding around and she wasn't going to jump to the conclusion
that they would jump on her in a pile.
	Cindy was reduced to moving where they wanted, turning her head
as one pulled on her hair and sucking whatever cock was shoved in her
mouth. She kept her mind on performing and didn't strain to have an
opinion. They were keeping her busy and sucking was enough.
	She didn't need an opinion when she heard someone say: you like
it in the ass? Primarily, it was because the question came from behind
her and was addressed to Emily.
	Then Cindy's opinion was that she wanted to see what was going on
behind her. Her desire must have been reflected in the way she sucked
cock because the men noticed.
	"You want to watch?" one asked, "Then here, go ahead."
	It was a cheap trick to pull her head down over his cock since
he stood to the side, but it gave Cindy a glance out of the corner of
her eye. In the moments before she was pulled back to suck the other
waiting cocks, Cindy saw Emily on her knees with her ass arched up
eagerly.
	The men around Emily had more manners or another arrangement
because Emily had not been dragged to the edge of the bed. The evidence
was that they had rotated in turn rather than wrestle for her
attention. Cindy deduced that because Emily would not have had time to
get back on the bed and get into the ass raised position otherwise.
	It didn't mean Emily was more fun, Cindy told herself as another
cock was jammed in her face. Emily had just got the nice ones.
	"She wants to watch," complained the one that wanted to
monopolize her mouth, "why don't we put her on the bed and let her?"
	"Face down in your crotch, I suppose?" came a sneering voice.
	"No, in yours," came the sharp reply, "I'll take the other end."
	The one not speaking was taking advantage of the argument to hold
Cindy's head and gag her with his cock. Through the torment, Cindy's
interest in the conversation came and went. Her interest in Emily's
plight waned.
	"Go on, cum in her mouth," a voice nearby said, "leaves more for
us."
	Cindy was relieved the reminder loosened the hand on her head. In
a more objective mood she might have taken into account the madness of
lust, but she had already formed a low opinion. These men were too
stupid to think for themselves.
	"What then?" the dumb response tended to confirm Cindy's opinion.
	"Let her watch her friend," one said.
	"Maybe give her some of the same," another added.
	It satisfied her curiosity and, in her mood, seemed typical. She
was picked up and propelled onto the bed. She had not only a view of
Emily getting fucked, but her face was within a foot of the cock
disappearing into Emily's asshole.
	She didn't flinch when she felt a cock being rubbed over her own
asshole because, by that point, she no longer cared. It would be
something, Cindy thought. Maybe not a welcome alternative to choking on
cock, but something.
	Emily was turned so she could greedily service two other cocks
with her mouth as she got fucked. Emily was happy, Cindy thought
moodily. It stood to reason Emily would get the best of it. It was the
universe's way of laughing at Cindy.
	Cindy didn't laugh when the cock behind her proved it wasn't
teasing. She screeched when it was forced into her ass. It wasn't so
big, but it took her by surprise and hurt as well. She sucked in a big
breath at the cock pushed deeper and stopped pitying herself for her
fate.
	There was enough reason but no room for self pity over the cock
rudely ramming her ass. They had no more than spit on the tight bud
before forcing a cock in. That was not right and proving nigh
impossible.
	"She won't take it," she heard a complaint.
	"Then grease it. Here," came a response.
	Going with sticky, Cindy assessed automatically. Whatever it was,
there was little enough and did little more than to soothe the man.
There may have been slight relief, but it let him burrow deep in
Cindy's ass and that was worse in the overall.
	Emily had it easy, Cindy pouted, even as the man began to slam on
Emily's narrow rump right in front of her face. Even getting slammed
like that, she liked it. Cindy was mad at her asshole. Why couldn't
her asshole like it like Emily's did?
	Bemoaning her fate wasn't making it easier. Against her impulse,
but in line with her better judgment, Cindy lifted her ass up for the
man cramming it. It opened her more to him, but it opened her more. It
made it ever so slightly easier to take his cock jamming into her ass.
	"Now she likes it," the man fucking her said in response to
taunt her, although Cindy could grant that he might be informing
someone else.
	He followed that information by, bewilderingly, pulling his cock
out of her ass. Cindy was frozen in consternation only a moment before
she felt another weight on the bed and another cock plunge up her butt.
	They weren't treating Emily that way, she sulked. The man fucking
Emily, or having fucked Emily as she saw, was grinding against Emily's
rear in purring satisfaction. They weren't pulling out of Emily. The
man had gone right on and cum right in Emily's ass.
	"Then you're out of it," Cindy heard a man snort.
	"I don't care. It was worth it," the man in Emily's ass said.
	One of them left Emily's face and came back to take over the
ass-fucking when the man left. Cindy was intrigued. It wasn't enough
to let her ignore the cock jamming her butt, it was some distraction.
	Cindy's head had never let up on the numbers. She knew there were
six now and knew without looking that the missing man was first John.
He would have some special plan as a topper.
	There was a change of buggerers and Cindy thought it had been
quick. It was giving her no clue of their ultimate goal, however.
Perhaps they just all wanted to say they'd butt-fucked her.
	The man that had just started fucking Emily was pulling out too.
She had no clue what that indicated. Yeah, she snorted to herself, that
was to be the thrill, wasn't it? Experiencing new things?
	Being serially butt-fucked was certainly new, but Cindy had
envisioned more pleasant and personally exciting things. Maybe Daddy
had allowed her to follow her dream to teach her a lesson.
	"I'll take a little more," she heard the response to a silent
communication among the men behind her.
	There was a change and Cindy was pretty sure it was the first
guy returning for another taste. He had the same rude way of forcing
his cock deep and then giving another shove. Cindy wished they'd get
on with it.
	"They could just go on, but you were looking for adventure,
weren't you?" first John's by now familiar voice said finally.
	"Seriously?" Cindy tried to maintain her poise, "Because getting
butt-humped all night is never in my letter to Santa."
	"Your friend likes it," first John noted.
	"Yeah!" Emily said, muffled at first as she moved away from the
cock probing her mouth, "You can have them all do me if that's what
they want!"
	"No, I'm afraid we have much more typical plans," first John
said. "You two ever been doubly penetrated?"
	"She has, not me," Emily said, still getting fucked and facing
away so she thought he was speaking to her.
	"And I was hoping you'd be a novice," first John told Cindy.
	"I've never sucked off seven, or six guys in a row," Cindy
offered hopefully.
	"Now that would be a treat, a worthy treat, but it would prevent
your friend from having the fun you've had, wouldn't it?" first John
said smoothly.
	"Who do I climb on?" Cindy asked to maintain her bold front.
	"Why, me of course," first John said.
	At least they renewed the lube, which turned out to be shampoo,
before they resumed fucking Cindy's ass. First John, in his cool,
controlling way, smiled at her as he held her breasts against flopping.
Cindy granted that as a mercy, but the only mercy shown.
	Emily had a much nicer time, which Cindy couldn't hate her for.
It was only Emily's asshole that she felt resentment toward. As Cindy
discovered the worst part, Emily was being banged front and rear and
letting everyone hear how much she liked it.
	Cindy had to listen to the cries of bliss while first one man
and then another rammed his cock in her asshole and fucked her. That
was the worst part. It became evident when the first man fucked her 
like a run away freight train and shot off in her ass.
	She assumed she would ride first John to orgasm and then see
what happened. Her assumption only made an ass out of her as the
retreat of the first man brought the second on its heels. He was more
deliberate and Cindy's asshole ached with the use.
	"Best of both worlds, eh?" first John answered her look of
puzzlement with a breath made short by apparent passion. "You have two
cocks at once and a gangbang in your ass."
	That meant Cindy had another cock to 'look forward' to when the
slow ranger finally got a nut. It was not the best thing anyone had
ever said to her.
	"And you get off in there somewhere?" Cindy asked.
	Emily got off, possibly not for the first time, right about
there. As the long, hard, deliberate thrusts into Cindy's ass became
more frequent, Emily was praising God, Jesus, and all the grains of
sand on the beach in her enthused wailing.
	It seemed that was a climactic conclusion for all involved being
voiced by Emily. Shortly after, under the cloak of sighs and heavy
breathing, the motion beside Cindy stilled.
	Cindy thought it inevitable that the man behind her would be 
finally fucking her eagerly just then. The third was, happily for
Cindy, akin to the first and got to business hard and fast. It was not
quick enough, despite the speed, to please her, but the rapidity
managed to sink to merely irritating as he fucked her ass.
	Three men in her ass, Cindy thought with a grimace at the ache
in her abused asshole. The third had finally closed in and pumped out
yet another load in her ass and she was suffering the vacancy after 
being crammed open so long. There was a disgusting sensation of slime 
running down her thighs, but she did her best to ignore that.
	"You haven't cum yet?" Cindy accused first John sharply.
	"I think I could, but I didn't want to go off too soon," he said
with a self-satisfied grin.
	"You want me to fuck you now?" Cindy asked.
	"Why don't you suck me off instead," he gloated.
	Cindy didn't see the reason for being smug. She had been ready,
in light of what had passed, even eager to suck off every one of them.
It was easier. It wasn't like he was demanding something bad.
	Cindy got off him and moved down to put his cock in her mouth.
	"Your ass has got rabies!" Emily laughed when she saw it.
	"What?" Cindy asked, not in a mood for levity.
	"It's all foaming and dripping everywhere," Emily said.
	Ha ha. Ha- fucking- ha. Three men had fucked her ass, churning up
the shampoo and now she was the object of mirth to her friend and a
bunch of strangers. Cindy knew she wouldn't, but she felt justified
in biting off first John's cock. She started sucking and tried to 
rise above the laughter.
	"You come back and be sociable any time," first John said as he
showed them out the door.
	"You wanted adventure," Emily said as she saw Cindy's sour look.
	"Well," Cindy said smoothing some of the lines in her face, "It
was better than the school boys."

	"Why did you have to tell him?" Cindy asked.
	"Because he deserves to know," Emily answered.
	It was stupid to ask the question, but Cindy had to raise some
protest. Stanton knew where they were going and what they were going
for. The difference between details and his imagination was just as
likely in their favor as against. And Emily hadn't had to do anything
stupid.
	Cindy suspected even more strongly that Emily had suggested the
way to make it up to him. The lone positive was they were meeting at
Emily's house.
	It was still a little girl's room with ruffled curtains and a
Raggedy Ann arranged on the shelf. There were stuffed animals and Cindy
chuckled to herself what those icons of childhood were about to
witness.
	She got it. She really did. Them and a bunch of guys could only
be redeemed by Stanton and more than one girl. She was dour because 
she thought Emily should be. It should seem to be more of a sacrifice
so Stanton felt he was getting more, to her way of thinking.
	"You like it?" Emily asked, happily stripping off.
	"It's cute," Cindy said, not seeing why they had to be naked
before Stanton showed.
	"You're not getting undressed," Emily pointed out.
	"Shouldn't we wait for Stanton?" Cindy asked.
	"I thought we'd give him a welcome he wouldn't forget," Emily said.
	It was apparent, obvious and made Cindy feel ambivalent. It
wasn't that she was ashamed of anything she did, but... She guessed she
couldn't speak for Emily, but she would have eased Stanton into the
revelation.
	It was hard to disguise her indecision when it was a meta-
indecision. She didn't mind kissing Emily. It had worked out nicely
before and gotten Cindy over that question. It was her opinion of
Stanton finding them that way that made her hesitate.
	"Don't you like it?" Emily sounded hurt.
	Cindy tried to explain her reasons.
	"He'll love it," Emily waved off her objections. "Men do. Don't
you remember the men that night? They went crazy."
	Cindy had a misty recollection, but it led directly to the part
she didn't want to remember, the humiliating part. It was loyalty to
a friend that had never wavered in her loyalty that made Cindy put
aside her opinions and enter into the spirit.
	It got very easy. For one, Emily was eager and very able to
excite her. More importantly, she had feelings for Emily that felt
better expressed with their tongues mingling than speaking. Once past
the hurdle of expressing them physically, Cindy found it was a most
expressive way of showing Emily her feelings.
	Emily wanted to suck Cindy's nipples. Cindy wanted to be in
control. Cindy turned on top of Emily and Emily put her back. They
were in the midst of the struggle when Stanton walked in.
	"Get naked or we'll do without you," Emily said without a blink.
	Emily was on the bottom at that point, her legs wrapped around
Cindy's in what must have appeared to be a receptive position, but
was in fact preparatory to rolling Cindy over again. She also had a
tight grip on one of Cindy's breasts, which made Cindy careful in her
movements and also made her vulnerable to Emily sucking the nipple to
distract her.
	Cindy gave up the struggle upon seeing Stanton and quickly found
herself under Emily again. 
	"Let's see how hot you can make me before he gets his clothes
off," Emily said and kissed Cindy.
	Miffed that it was not seemly to fight Emily off and miffed that
she thought that, Cindy could only give in. Emily took advantage to
rub her naked little pussy all over Cindy's. Cindy had the brief
impression it must look like Emily was riding atop a cock that
Cindy didn't have.
	"Do I just hop in and put it wherever I can?" Stanton asked.
	"Mmmmm," Emily purred without speaking.
	Cindy felt her legs being lifted. She felt herself spread and
open as Stanton came close. Emily still laid on her and Cindy could
only imagine his point of view.
	It was certain to be two pussies, both available, but Cindy
couldn't fix the exact configuration in her mind. She could tell he
demonstrated good sense when she felt his balls rest on her pussy.
	Stanton, she could feel from Emily's squirming as well as the
balls, had chosen to enter Emily first. It was the right move for 
every reason. Stanton might not consider that she was his hostess,
but Emily was his girl. He owed her first thrust and should be smart
enough to know the argument that would ensue if she wasn't.
	"Now do Cindy," Emily said.
	He could fuck Emily some more, Cindy thought, but had barely
thought it when she felt the head of Stanton's cock bump around her
pussy and go in. He went deep two or three times and left. She was
understanding. Stanton was going back and forth for the sheer novelty
and not particularly for anyone's good.
	Not that she could judge how much it might arouse Stanton to
have one and then the other, Cindy thought it was more a show piece
than sheer ecstasy for him. He went at it eagerly, however. Maybe the
show was more important to him than she knew.
	"Can we wiggle?" Emily asked and Cindy felt her brace on the bed.
	It was more warning than question. Stanton didn't deny Emily
things he didn't like. There was no possibility he would complain now.
	The mystery of the wiggle was cleared up as Emily pulled her
legs even higher and pushed her belly back. It was one time when
pubic hair might have served, but Emily managed to make the pressure
of her naked pubis felt. She rubbed against Cindy as Stanton traded
off fucking them.
	There was little point, other than a show of intent, Cindy
thought, intimately familiar with the arrangement of her happy spots.
But it was nice. Cindy moved a bit when Stanton fucked her and then
felt the echo linger. Emily might not be bearing down on the pressure
points, but the movement she managed to cause did have a subtle
effect. Pulling her mons around did furnish some stimulation.
	There was nothing to wax poetic over. Cindy felt the real
pleasure when Stanton thrust into her. It was more of an emotional
warmth she felt from Emily's effort.
	She couldn't be satisfied with that, Cindy scoffed. Emily was
as hot-blooded as she was herself. Emily would have to come up with
something better. Cindy excused herself because it was a mystery to
her and Emily's idea in the first place.
	Without having to examine whose idea and who was bold enough to
admit the truth, Cindy's wishes came true.
	"You real excited?" Emily asked Stanton.
	"I'm okay," Stanton said non-commitally.
	"You want more, only different?" Emily asked.
	Now she was teasing. Stanton would go along with whatever she 
said. It was a sign of intelligence. Nothing had turned out badly
so far. Finding the two girls wrapped around each other hadn't made
him turn in disgust. His was cock was just as hard as ever after
seeing that.
	It was Cindy who was tested when Emily did an agile turn and
twist and came down over Cindy reversed. Cindy had considered it when
she'd agreed to explore her feelings with Emily, but it was different
with a pussy in her face. Then she felt Emily's tongue begin with no
hesitation and felt manipulated into returning the attention.
	Emily had douched with cranberry juice. Cindy found it strange
until the consideration, and probably self-consciousness, involved
occurred to her. It was like Emily. It made it easier to feel affection
and thereby stick out her tongue with that discovery.
	"Do I do you or her?" Stanton asked in confusion.
	Emily didn't reply. He was on his own there. Cindy found out
how funny it felt to laugh with her tongue extended. He'd come to the
conclusion he was fucking them both before and that it was up to him
eventually.
	Ever cautious, Stanton let his shadow fall over Cindy as he 
put his knees carefully between Emily's legs and Cindy's head. He was
going to fuck his girl, just to be sure. Cindy didn't find balls
bumping her nose unpleasant. She was more worried about the action
Stanton's cock coupled with her tongue put in Emily's rear.
	There were all sorts of collisions possible, including the
painless, for her, but guilty chance Emily might jam tender tissues
onto Cindy's teeth. She tipped her head taking her nose mostly out of
range of Stanton's swinging testicles and tried to do what she could
with the tip of her tongue from that safer distance.
	Stanton completed his term, or had another urge, or however he
made up his mind and left shortly after that. Cindy got to feel the
distracting pleasure of Emily's tongue blurring the feel of Stanton's
cock directly after.
	Cindy chose to be irritated, even stabbed her tongue at Emily's
pussy in spite. The flickers of Emily's tongue across her clitoris were
not enough to override Stanton's cock going deep, but they kept
Cindy's attention from settling on either. Cock, cock, tongue, cock,
tongue, cock, cock, tongue, Cindy could not settle.
	Then her legs jerked and she might have kicked Stanton if he
didn't have them draped over his arms so her feet met only air. He
responded like a predator on prey and Emily responded in kind.
	Cindy's very unsettlement burst over her in the release of the
tension she been decrying. It was good the pleasure took her by
surprise and cleared her thoughts or she might have felt foolish for
resisting such a grand build.
	"Now do Emily," Cindy asked weakly and hoarsely as soon as she
could form the words.
	With a pointless apology and a hurried rearrangement, Emily made
it easier for Cindy. If you could scoot down... I'll just turn... and
Emily was over Cindy the other direction. Her face was under Emily's
belly and out of the way of Stanton's enthusiasm.
	If he got extreme he might bang his balls on her chin. It was
a concern-free way for Cindy to give Emily what she'd had. Cindy
tried the flicks that Emily had used so well. She thought she was
doing all right, but then Stanton began to fuck faster.
	Cindy could feel his cock move into Emily like some psychic
pressure in her brain. Moreover, his speeding strokes seemed connected
to her tongue. Cindy could not stop herself from wiping her tongue
across Emily's clitoris with the timing stuck in her brain.
	Emily was howling and Cindy couldn't stop. There were several
long, agonized sounding intakes of breath and exhales and still her
tongue kept on. Cindy finally tore herself away out of exhaustion as
Stanton planted hard, distinct thrusts against Emily's rump.
	"As long as you stop when I pass out because I can't breathe,"
Emily excused her jokingly. "Seriously, why would I be upset? Because
it felt too good?"
	Well, Cindy thought privately, I could be. I've scolded Daddy for
less.
	That would be a fond memory soon and feeling too good something
Cindy could hardly remember. She was having too much fun. The Fates
have to be paid.
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