M+/F, GANG BANG, HUMLIATION, INTER


                                   All of Me
                                Author: Unknown


      "Forgive me father, for I have sinned."

      That was how I began kneeling in that little cubicle asking the local
parish priest to intercede for me. "It has been two months since my last
confession and these are my sins."

	"Go ahead my daughter," Father Ryan said to me.

      "Father, I have lied, I have disobeyed my parents, and I have sworn.
And..."

	"Yes, my dear," he urged me to continue.

	"And father, I have fucked 16 boys."

      I heard Father Ryan suck in his breath at that one. But, regaining his
compsure rapidly, he said merely, "Tell me more my child." And this is the
story that I related to him.

      I guess I should begin by saying that my name is Jenny though some of my
friends call me Jen. I guess soon some of them might be calling me slut. But
that's okay, 'cause I guess it's probably trye. In any case, I'm sixteen years
old, kinda' plain looking I guess, smallish, with glasses. Actually, I'm not
much more than 5-feet tall and usually weigh around 95 pounds. I still think
I've got a decent body and, considering my size, my boobs are downright decent.

      I was always a good Christian. I seldom had dates but when I did, I was
pretty firm in brushing off any advances. But that all changed a couple of
weeks ago. Me and my girlfriend Sue went to the movies together with her twin
brother Don. Don is kind of the nerdy type and you can leave it to him to do
the nerdy thing.

      We were watching the movie when Sue got up to go to the rest room. Don,
who had been sitting next to his sister slid over a seat next to me. After a
few moments he asked me if I wanted some popcorn. I said sure and put my hand
into the box. Well, the asshole had put a hole in the bottom, unzipped his fly,
and had his huge cock poking though it. Very original!

      I was pissed. "I don't believe you did that," I said to him loudly enough
so that other people turned to look. "You are a jerk."

      "Shhhh," he said to me looking around nervously. "Don't tell Sue, okay?"

      His eyes looked terrified and I felt a little sorry for him. I reached
back into the popcorn box and his cock had shrunk into a pathetic little
shrivel. I felt a twinge of excitement in my groin and began playing with his
penis. It quickly regained its former stature and he began breathing heavily.

      "I do this with my sister all the time," he whispered between pants. As I
was digesting the significance of that statement he exploded a disgusting gooey
mess all over my hand. Not ten seconds later, Sue arrived and I excused myself
to go the lady's room. I cleaned up in there.

      Nobody said a word about the whole affair and that night I went to bed
and thought about the whole thing. I fantasized about touching that cock, about
putting it into my mouth, about being fucked by it. My hand unconsciously
dropped to my crotch and, for the first time in my life, I soon masturbated
myself to a delicious orgasm.

      A couple of days later I saw Don in school and he said to me, "You wanna'
get together after classes?" I shook my head but he said "Meet me at the 7-11
at 4." I walked away without saying anything.

      The rest of the classes seemed to drag by as I thought about the
conversation. I couldn't let a little prick like that boss me around but I
wanted to hear more about him and his sister. And I a found myself squirming as
my pussy got wetter and wetter. By the end of the day I was both embarassed at
my predicament and horny as hell. I may have been a virgin, but I now knew what
the it was like to be in a nympho-rage.

      And so it was that I found myself in the parking lot of the local 7-11 at
the appointed time. And there was Don sitting in the shit-box of a Renault that
he called a car. I walked up to the driver's side window and he said to me,
"Get around and get in." I rebelled slightly at the thought of being bossed
around but I was always pretty easy to dominate. Maybe it was because of my
petitness.

      So I got in the car and barely closed the door before he was backing up
the car and driving off. I looked at him as he silently concentrated on the
driving. He was UGLY, that was the only word for it. But, I was attracted.

      And so it was that he drove some several miles into the country finally
arriving at a dirt lane that led into an old, abandoned farm. He drove the car
around the back of the barn with the pitching and swaying of the auto's
jiggling bringing waves of excitement over me. My legs trembled slightly as I
left the vehicle when Don elicited the simple comment, "OK, we're here."

      In the back of my mind, thoughts of "where does this cocksucker get off
treating me this way?" wandered briefly but I quickly pushed them aside. Don
led me through an opening in the back to a ladder leading to a loft.

      "You first," he commanded. I blushed slightly at the thought that he
would have a perfect view looking up my skirt as I scaled the ladder. As I
neared the top I looked down and, sure enough, he was looking straight up. I
wondered if my wetness had dampened my panties.

      Don scrambled up the ladder quickly and stood in front of me leering. I
backed away slightly as I saw the bulge growing in his pants. "Kiss me," he
said reaching out.

      He grabbed the back of my head and and put his mouth over mine. His
tongue soon invaded my mouth as he edged me back against the wall. Then his
body was pressing into mine and I could feel his hard cock pressing against me.
Soon, his hands we're dropping to my tits and rubbing them both. "No," I said
breaking the kiss and attempting to get from between him and the wall of the
old barn.

      "FUCK!" he yelled stepping away, "Make up your mind, bitch! Do you want
me or not?"

      "I'm scared, Don," I said to him in a quivering voice. "What will people
think?"

      "Well then, fuck you," he said with venom dripping from his voice. "If
you change you're mind let me know." With that he started for the ladder.

	"Please don't go," I said.

      "Well then," he began turning back towards me, "No more of this nonsense.
I'm the boss here and you will do whatever I tell you. Do you understand?"

      "Yes," I whimpered feeling all vestiges of pride draining from me. This
nerd of a guy with the pimples was going to fuck me right here and now. And, he
was not going to be nice about it.

      "That's better but, and I'll only warn you this once, you will do
whatever I say or you will be promptly punished. Your body will be mine
whenever I desire and for whatever I want to use it for." He looked at me with
a look of smug victory. Though a part of me rebelled at being talked to this
way, a bigger part of me melted. The thought of punishment brought waves of
pleasure to my now sopping groin.

	"I will do whatever you want me to, Don," I said simply.

	"Take off your clothes," he commanded.

      I must have hesitated because he grabbed me and threw me face first over
a couple of old saw horses. It didn't occur to me till later that they were
deliberately placed for the purpose of what was to follow.

      I found myself face down bent over the horses. My skirt was quickly
lifted up and I dared not to resist. Just as quickly I felt my panties being
violently lowered till they were around my knees. I shivered as I felt a finger
draw a line from the top of the crack of my ass to the front of my pussy. It
paused at my asshole and my cunt-hole.

      Then I cried out as his hand came careening down to whack me on my ass.
Again and again blows came down as I received a humiliating spanking. I
squirmed and tried to put my hands back to ward off the blows but he merely
grabbed both of my wrists in one hand as he spanked me with the other. My ass
grew warm as the punishment turned my cheeks bright red. After what must have
been thirty blows, the spanking stopped.

      "Now bitch, I'm gonna' pop the virgin cherry of yours and you're gonna
love it!" I looked back to see his cock sticking out of his unzippered pants
bulging big and purple. It looked about three-feet long to me. With one push he
was inside of me as I felt the hymen of my youth being torn away. It hurt but
not as bad as the spanking did.

      He thrust in and out of me harder and harder and his hands groped inside
of my blouse for my tits. I began moving my hips to match his thrusts as I felt
the second orgasm of my life welling inside of me. Then I came in deep,
delicious pulsations. Not thirty seconds later I came again as he pushed
himself ever more violently into my pussy. "Oh, God," I screamed as I came yet
a third time and he too began grunting as he exploded inside of me. I half
collapsed onto the floor as he backed away.

	"Lick it off," he said to me.

      I knelt in front of him and took his now shrinking member into my mouth
and licked it clean with my tongue. Looking down, he examined his member and
clucked a quiet approval. "I will drive you home now, but I expect to meet you
the same place, same time tomorrow. Understand?"

	"Yes, Don," I said meekly.

      That night, I lay in bed thinking of the days events. My crotch felt as
though I still had him inside of me. I wondered wether he was big or small as
far as guys went. It had looked HUGE to me. Then, my thoughts drifted to how he
bossed me around and how he punished me. My fingers drifted to my cunt and I
started rubbing myself harder and harder till I came as I remembered the
humiliating spaking the pimple-faced nerd had administered. Was I becoming a
whore?

      The next day was a little less dramatic from a pain stand point of view.
I met Don as instructed and we drove to the same location. While outside, Don
instructed me to remove my panties. I did so and he threw them on the front
seat of the car. Again, I climbed the ladder first and again, he peered up but
this time at my exposed pussy. I was already wet.

      In the loft, I looked around quickly. The barn itself had obviously not
been used for farming activities in some years. However, the upstairs looked as
though it had been. I didn't know if it was just Don or if other guys came up
here. I wondered if Don brought his sister up here or if they fucked at home or
if they fucked at all. There was some weird contraptions hanging from the
ceiling and from one of the side walls. I was pretty sure they were not related
to any farming activities but said nothing to Don.

      "Remove your clothes," Don said to me. I began to unbutton my blouse when
he shrieked, "Quickly!". My clothes were on the floor in 30 seconds.

	"Lay on that pile of hay and masturbate yourself," he said.

      I moved to the far end of the floor where a thick pile of hay lay and
laid down with my legs spread facing Don. I felt self-conscious but I my ass
was still sore from the spanking I had received yesterday and so, I did not
want to receive another. I closed my eyes and let my hand rove my body. I soon
found myself fantasizing about the fucking I had received yesterday and it
wasn't long before my groping fingers found their way inside my sloppy pussy. I
opened my eyes to see if Don was watching and saw him sitting on one of the
saw-horses with an abviously huge erection bulging through his pants. Oh, how I
wanted that cock! And then, I came in a shower of sparks.

      I laid back and said quietly, "I did what you asked, Don, now please fuck
me. Fuck me, okay?"

      Don looked at me and smiled wickedly. "You were okay and so, today you
will be rewarded. Undress me."

      I got up and walked over to him. I unbuttoned his short and ran my hands
over his chest. Next, my hands worked down to his pants and I rubbed his erect
penis through the material. I heard him gasp slightly.

      Withing a few minutes I found myself back on the floor with Don thrusting
his face between my legs. He was going to eat me! I reached down and clutched
the back of his head as I felt his tongue and his lips working over my cunt. He
reached out and lifted my legs upon to his shoulders exposing me to deep
thrusts of his tongue into my pussy that started to make me tingle with another
building orgasm. Next, I felt his fingers starting to probe my asshole. With a
suddent thrust, he inserted a finger deep inside of my that sent me over the
edge into another climax that seemed to be the deepest yet.

	"Fuck me," I begged hoarsely between contractions.

      With my legs still on his shoulders, Don guided his penis into me. Just
the head at first, in and out, in and out. "Harder," I cried, "Farther. Stick
it into me." I was wild with frenzy and wanted him to fuck the living daylights
out of me. I wanted to not be able to walk for a week.

      With that he bent my legs far forward and started attacking me with glee.
Harder and deeper his thrusts went. I could feel his balls slapping against my
ass as he seemed to be ripping me apart. "Oh, God, I'm gonna' come again," I
screamed. And then I exploded into climax after climax. I reached as best I
could to his ass and pulled him hard trying to get that clorious cock to
somehow find away to sink yet deeper. "Fuck me, Don. Fuck me, Don," I said
timed to each thrust of his hips. "Make it hurt," I cried.

      I reached down and felt his balls which eveidently was more than he could
stand. I felt his cock throb inside of me and then he gushed spurt after spurt
of semen inside of me. It felt wonderful!

      Don collapsed onto the floor panting and I pulled his head onto my
breast, gently stroking his hair. "That was wonderful, my lover," I said to
him, "Can we do this every day."

      This went on for a number of weeks, though not every day. We explored new
positions and new locales. We did it in the boys rest room before school hours,
in my parents bed one day when they weren't home, even in a church pew. Don was
like a schizophrenic. Some days he was very nice to me. Other days came
frightful punishments when I didn't please him just so. Though the sex was
great, I came to like it better when accompanied by the punishment.

      School let out for the summer and July 4th was just around the corner
when he said to me, "Jenny, you're ready now."

      "Ready for what?" I asked automatically unbuttoning my blouse.

      "Tell your parents that you are spending Independence day with me and my
sister. That's actually the truth but I have a suprise for you."

      My heart beat a little faster as I realized I might find out just what
the hell, if anything, was going on between Don and Sue. I had thought about it
often with emotions torn between excitement that she was fucking her own
brother and out and out jealousy.

      July 4th rolled around and, for a change, Don drove to the house to pick
me up. I waved good bye to my parents telling them I did not know exactly when
I would be home but that it would probably be shortly after the fireworks. I
didn't say exactly what types of fireworks I had in mind.

      I was disappointed to see that Sue was not in the car. Don merely said
that I would see her later and he drove off. After traversing several blocks,
he pulled the car to the side of the road and handed me a bag. Put these on, he
said simply. Inside of the bag was sone flimsy night clothes and a blind-fold.

	"Don, I can't," I said looking at the cars going by.

      "Do it you fucking whore!" he snarled at me. "Do it or I'm going to bring
you home and you'll never know what you missed today."

      I slinkered down into the car seat and stripped off my clothes and put on
the lingerie he had brought to me. It was actually a two piece suit with purple
panties and a matching see through nightie. Last, I put on the blindfold.

      "Put your hands in front of you," he said. I did so and felt the cold
iciness of steel locking around my wrists. He handcuffed me! "Don't touch the
blind-fold," he commanded.

      After another fifteen minutes or so of driving, I had totally lost track
of all the turns. We ended up pulling into a driveway or a parking lot
obvioulsy made of gravel. Don turned the engine off and came around to my side
of the car and opened the door. I carefully got out and then he put something
around my throat. "A dog collar," he announced simply.

      "Now listen, very carefully," he said, "You are to do whatever I or
anyone else says to you. Do NOT embarrass me."

	"What do you mean you or anyone else?" I said.

      "Shut up." he said jerking on the collar. He led me by the leash across a
short expanse. "Watch your step," said to me leading me up a set of stairs and
through a door. We went through what seemed to be a short hallway into a room
where I sensed, but could not here, other people. I heard a chain jingle and
then my arms were lifted over my head. I heard a snap and my arms were released
but I couldn't lower them. I was chained!

	"Here she is," Don announced.

	"She's tiny," said another voice. It sounded like a grown man.

      All of a sudden, the room exploded into more voices than I could count.
Most sounded like boys around Don's age. Others seemed older. Some of the
voices I thought I could recognize but I wasn't certain.

      I was left hanging there for several minutes as laughter and conversation
consumed the room. I was terrified. Then, I felt a hand on my ass rubbing up
and down drifting lower to feel my pussy through the material. The hand roamed
around to the front of my body and I felt an erect cock pressing against my
buttocks. First one hand, then another, encircled my breasts and began to
fondle them roughly. The the hand lowered to my pantied and lifted them to
allow entrance. The hand groped my cunt and I felt a finger painfully inserted
into me.

      "The fucking cunt isn't even wet," the voice exclaimed at the same time
as I heard the obvious clicking of a camera.

      All of a sudden there were hands all over me. I was lowered from the
chain that suspended me. What few clothes I had were torn off as I was pushed
from one set of open arms to another. I was kissed roughly by one, had one
pussy grabbed by another, and on and on and on.

      After what seemed an eternity I was dragged several feet and forced to
lay over the knees of somebody who smelled as though he had been drinking.
Smack! I felt the familiar stinging sensation as a hand came down forcefully on
my ass. Smack! The sound rang through the room as voices urged my punisher on.
Smack! The hand that was punishing me seemed much larger and meatier than
Don's. In any case, the blows were much harder. Smack!

      This went on for five or six minutes. I cried out in pain but that only
caused the blows to come down harder. "Bitch," the voice exclaimed in time with
the spanking. "You've gotta lesson to learn and you're gonna learn it now!".
Smack!

      Gradually, my howls of pain mixed with howls of lust as I heard all the
male voices urging my tormentor on. Where was Don, I wondered? Who cares!

      All at once the spanking stopped but I was still pinned across his knees.
I began to think of him as Superman. One of Superman's hands was planted in my
back holding me down. The other he slipped between my legs and started moving
to my pussy. I was so sopping wet that I could smell myself in heat. At the
moment of rough contact, I exploded into an orgasm.

      "The bitch is ready," he announced standing up and allowing me to
uncerimoniously roll onto the floor. "You all draw numbers like usual, but the
cunt is mine first!"

      Draw numbers? All of a sudden, it occurred (or re-occurred) to me that I
was in a room -- where I didn't know -- with a bunch of men -- who I didn't
know -- being sexually abused. Gawd! It was wonderful!!!

      I heard some comotion and then a whining voice complain, "Sixteen! That
sucks!."

	"No, the bitch sucks," said Superman, "Watch."

      "Get on your knees," he said. I knew he was talking to me but, even if I
hadn't, the jerking of the leash which was still around my neck, would have
told me. I knelt in the direction that Superman's voice seemed to be coming
from and, with my wrists still cuffed, groped till I felt the legs in front of
me. I groped further and my hands felt the erection of a monster cock through
the pants material. "You know what to do."

      I unzipped him and felt around finally extracting 'Super-Penis' through
the hole in his underwear. It fell out and hit me in the mouth. I took it
between my lips and started licking and sucking as my hands went up and down
the shaft. The son-of-a-bitch was huge. Not only was he much longer than Don,
but it was wide!

      All of a sudden Superman's hand reached behind my head and grabbed me.
Then he began to wham his prick into my mouth. I tried to push against him with
my hands but he was to strong. Farther and farther he pushed and all I could do
was open my mouth wider and give him a clear access to my throat.

      Soon, he was actually in my throat and I was fighting a gagging reflex.
But he thrust his hips ever forward while holding my head still. All at once,
he gave a big thrust forward and I felt his balls slapping against my chin. My
nose was in his mat of tangled pubic hair as his cock impaled my throat deeply.

	"Suck and lick you fucking whore-bitch," he commanded.

      With his cock so deep in me, stretching my throat to the bursting point,
I reangled my head to give Super-Penis a straighter path. I swished my tongue
over the base of his cock feeling the hairs between my teeth. I moved my whole
body back and forth letting his cock slide up and down my throat. I began to
get excited as I felt his cock stiffen and get even bigger. I knew he was about
to cum. And, all of a sudden cum he did. It seemed like gallons of it gushing
into my mouth and throat. I could feel some escape and drip down from the
corner of my mouth.

      No sooner was Superman down with me than a smaller set of hands grabbed
my shoulders and pulled me down on the floor. "Hello whore," a voice attached
to the hands, "I'm going to fuck you. And so is everyone in this room. And then
we're going to fuck you again."

      All I could do in response was moan as I felt my pussy contract. The
hands groped my breasts and squashed them against my chest. I decided to call
this one Number 2. He grabbed the chain between the cuffs than bound my wrists
and forced my arms over my head. Another set of hands then pinned my arms to
the floor as I heard Number 2 unzip his fly. He knelt down roughly spreading my
legs wide and quickly penetrated my cunt. His cock felt more Don-size and I
took him easily. "Tell me you love me," he said to me as he thrust rapidly into
and out of me. His voice seemed young, maybe younger than Don's.

      "I love you," I said. I felt another orgasm welling inside of me as his
cock started to stiffen. But instead of shotting his load into me, he pulled
out. I felt his cum spraying over my face and and tits.

      "One your hands and knees," came the deep voice of number three. These
guys were fucking me almost faster than I count. Number 2 was the
slam-bam-thank-you-ma'm type but, I had a feeling this guy was going to be
different.

      Obeying the voice which sounded like an older Black man's, I rolled over
onto my tummy and raised myself onto my hands and knees. I felt his hands on
the upper part of my back and then felt him squatting behind me. He entered me
from behing with one big push of a cock as long as Superman's but not as thick.
"Give me a ride," the deep voice commanded. I felt him take up the leash and
jerk me by the throat.

      His weight was partially on my back and partially on my legs as he stayed
impaled in me. He must have been taking most of his weight himself in his
squatting position because I was able to 'carry' him as I began to crawl on my
hands and knees. He humped me while we slowly moved in whatever direction he
jerked the leash. He said something to me that I didn't hear because I was
concentrating on that delicious cock buried inside of me. My head came jerking
up violently and I started to gag as he pulled on the leash sharply. "I said to
bark, bitch," the low voice growled. "Bark like the dog that you are!"

      So, with a dick in my cunt, handcuffs on my wrists, a blind-fold over my
eyes, a leash around my neck, and a big, Black man riding me, I crawled around
the room barking and growling like a dog. Because that was what I had been told
to do.

      This was a long fuck and I came several times in small waves of orgasm.
But, all good things have to come to and end and I soon felt the now familiar
sensation of Number 3's cock starting to grow and throb inside of me. With that
he pulled out of me and rolled me onto the floor on my back and came all over
my face and tits. I stuck my tongue out greedily trying to suck up some of that
cum.

	"Now, my boy," number three said to me, "jerk him off."

      I felt the presence of another body in front of me. Number four was much
smaller than the last one -- presumably his son -- and had his dick already
exposed waving in my face. For a small boy, the dick was big.

      I began to fondle his member and heard his breathing become deeper
rapidly. After no more than thirty seconds I massaged his balls to be greeted
my a massive explosion of sticky cum on my face. I felt is dripping onto my
tits and my belly. The boy was quick and this was greeted by laughter around
the room.

      Feeling bad for the kid, I leaned forward to take his cock into my mouth
but instead had my arms roughly grabbed from behind. I was jerked away and
dragged across the floor to the cheering of the spectators. "Now it's my turn,"
snarled a voice.

      Dripping with cum in my face, in my hair, and hanging from the nipples on
my tits, I laid there in the middle of the floor waiting to find out which way
number five intended to mount me. I didn't have long to wait. "Don't just lay
there, bitch. Sit on it."

      With that several sets of hands  picked me up and put me down ontop of
him. He was already lying on the floor, face up, and buck naked as far as I
could tell. "Put it in," he commanded simply.

      I reached down underneath me as well as I could with the cuffs and,
adjusting my position somewhat, grabbed his cock and moved it towards my sloppy
vagina. I assumed a squatting position and lowered myself onto him. He seemed
to be sized about like Don but I wished he were sized more like number 1 or
even number 3. That is, until he actually entered me. I'd never done it this
way before and he felt huge with my weight pressing me down and his cock
impaling me from below.

      "Fuck me," he said, "You do the work -- I'm tired."

      I began to raise and lower myself seven or eight inches at a time.
Despite what he said, he was raising his hips up every time I lowered myself to
sink himself as deep in me as he could. The room was becoming noisy and a chant
went up, "Hump the bitch, hump the bitch."

      Though my legs were tiring, the fucking went on a long time. I smelled
liquor being poured in the room and I felt the presence of bodies pressing
close. A bottle of something foul was pressed to my lips and I was forced to
drink something that burned my throat as it went down. At that, number five
started pumping vigorously into me and I came for the umpteenth time. Unlike
the others, I felt him stiffen inside of me and then cum in spurts of delicious
goo inside of me. I continued to pumping even after I felt him go soft.

      A voice then called saying, "Now it's my turn, whore. Come here." The
voice seemed to come from my left and I got up and walked wobbly leg to where
the voice seemed to come from. Hands kept running over my body. One set stopped
me from behind, cupped my left breast roughly with one hand and stuck a finger
into my ass with the other.

      "Now, fuck me," said the voice that went with the finger. Evidently, this
was number six. Number six lowered me to the floor on my back and threw my legs
onto his shoulders and then thrust his cock into my pussy. He leaned forward
heavily till my legs were almost over my ears and my cunt was facing straight
up. He pumped me so hard that I yelled in pain, "You're killing me!" That only
brought a howl of laughter from the gaggle of males that seemed to be pressing
around. And number six fucked me long and hard exploding his cum deep inside of
me, so deep that I thought he was going to come out of my throat. I didn't have
an orgasm with him.

      "Stand up," I was told when he was though with me. So I stood up and felt
gooey jism drip down the inside of my legs. I feared I must have looked a mess
and I could smell myself. I smelled like a whorehouse.

      "Drink some more," said a voice. The bottle of, I guessed it must have
been whiskey, was pushed to my lips again and, gagging, I got several swallows
down. I began to feel whoozy. "I have to go to the bathroom," I announced.

      "So go ahead," said the voice of someone who, though I hadn't fucked him
yet, I certainly would soon.

	"Where?" I asked.

      "Right where you are, bitch!" said the voice. I felt something being
shoved between my legs. "Into the pail standing up."

	"No," I said, "please don't make me do that."

	"Who's next?" the voice raged in anger.

	"I am," answered a voice. It was Don!

      "Well that's good because you brought the uncooperative bitch here in the
first place. I want her punished and I want her punished good. She has to learn
some respect."

      "Come here, Jen," Don said to me pulling me by the arm. I was a little
scared of what the punishment could be. "I'm sorry I have to do this to you,
but you've got it coming."

      I was led to a narrow bench of some sort and forced to bend over it face
down. My hands were clamped into some sort of restraints at the end and I was
helpless to move. A few moments later, I felt something greasy being applied
around and then into my asshole. Don was going to fuck me in the ass! The
thought both excited me and scared me.

      I heard Don -- I assumed it was still him behind me -- unbuckling his
belt only to be greeted by a growing chant: "Punish her! Punish her!" I began
to grow scard.

      All at once a felt his young man-hood pressing around my virgin asshole.
He was pressing the head of the cock I so adored against my rose-bud slowly
spreading me. I tried to relax myself but too late. With a sudden thrust he
entered me accompanied by a howling scream coming from my own lips. I felt like
I was being ripped apart. He stood still with his prick in my asshole as I lay
writhing underneath him.

      "So, do it," came a voice that seemed to be Superman's -- my number one.
How many were we up to? That's right, Don was number seven.

	"Is my cock in your ass?" asked Don.

      "Yes," I gasped. Though the initial waves of pain were subsiding, I still
felt like I was impaled on a telephone pole.

      "Wrong answer," he said. And then I felt the lash of the belt across my
back. I screamed and wiggled but between my hands being bound to the bench, and
his weight on my ass, I couldn't free myself from the source of pain.

      The first lash was followed by two more leaving streaks of pain across my
upper back. "Is my cock in your ass?" he asked again putting inflection on the
last word.

      "Yes," I screamed at him hysterically not knowing what it was I was
supposed to say to him.

      Three more lashes. The leather of the belt stung viciously as I was
whipped in front of this crowd of men. "Say it you dumb bitch!" he said to me,
"Is my cock in your ass?"

	"Yes," I cried, "Your cock is in my ass!"

      "That's better," he said softly. Now he began to slow pump himself in and
out of me. "I have to punish you now, Jen," he said, "Because you disobeyed an
order. You are a slave, a tramp, and a whore. And you must obey immediately the
command of anybody in this room. Do you understand?"

      "Yes," I said, and then added, "Master." His fucking was becoming more
vigorous and despite the pain and the humiliation, I began raising my hips to
swallow his manhood deeper into my bowels.

      The belt came down again to enforce the lesson I had just been taught.
But the blows were half-hearted. Instead of the searing pain I felt before,
these hurt deliciously. Oh, I wanted to be spanked again right there in front
of all those people.

      I felt Don's penis stiffen and swell. He came inside of my rectum in
mightly lunges gushing his seed deep within my recesses. I lifted my hips as
high as I could to take him in and felt his balls slapping against my twat.

      When he withdrew from me I felt the need to evacuate my bowels and hoped
that Don didn't have shit on the end of his dick. I also felt pressure on my
bladder reminding me that I had to pee like a race horse.

      But I wasn't to be given an opportunity for I soon felt the hands of
number eight turning me over right on the bench forcing my arms, which were
still tied to the bench, to cross at the elbows. He entered my pussy, now
slippery with both my love juices and the cum of I could hardly remember how
many men, immediately and began lifting me off the bench with each thrust.

      Number eight seemed to be about average sized, maybe even a little
smaller, but he knew how to use what he had. My hips were hanging over the edge
of the bench and my pussy was pointing slightly down as a result. Number eight
was almost fucking me from below by getting under me and with each thrust,
burying himself into me until the point where his cock was lifting me in the
air a good six inches. It was wonderful and I felt my come time and time again.
He fucked me for a good 15 minutes before pulling out and shooting his jism all
over my tits and stomach. All this time and he never said a word to me.

      When he was through with me, my hands were untied and I was pulled up by
the wrists. I was still handcuffed. I was led to the same pail as before. This
time I didn't hesitate because I had to go so bad I almost couldn't stand it. I
stood there with my legs spread and staddling the pail and felt relief as the
urine streamed down noisily into the pail. Ahh, sweet relief. It didn't bother
me at all that all these men were watching and laughing.

      Over the next hour or so I was fucked again and again. There was one that
fucked me missionary style that couldn't have been more than thirteen years
old. He came even more quickly than did number six (or was it five?). He shot
his load into me but most ejaculated on my face or tits or belly. One guy
lifted my legs onto his shoulders but, instead of sticking himself into my
cunt, he rammed himself into my ass and gave me a rough butt-fucking. Unlike
with Don, I came mightily.

      Number sixteen led me to the middle of the floor and forced me to kneel
in front of him and suck his cock. I felt cum leaking from my pussy and from my
violated asshole. I felt it dripping down my face and throat, down the insides
of my legs, and down my belly from the tits. I was a mess but, now that it was
almost over, I was going to give this guy -- he seemed to be just a kid -- the
best blow job of his life.

      I worked on him for a few minutes until he withdrew. He pulled me to my
feet and led me to the same bench as before. But, this time I laid down in the
opposite direction with my head hanging over the edge. "Open your mouth," he
said.

      Understanding, I opened myself trying to give him a clear shot to my
throat. He entered me and began pushing farther and farther. I momentarily
gagged as he entered my throat but the sound was muffled as his manhood
(boyhood?) prevented any sound from escaping. I breathed threw my nose as he
crammed himself deep in me. I swished my tongue greedily over his his cock
trying to reach around and stroke the vein running along the bottom (or to me,
the top). Then he emit a groan as he released his load into me, most of it
going right into my throat. Some of his warm jism remained in my mouth and
attempted to suck it up but a little managed to dribble out of the corner of my
mouth.

      I thought that would be it but a voice called out, "Who wants seconds?"
How long could this go on I wondered? I was helpless to leave even if I wanted
to but, I was beginning to get sore. I doubted I would be able to walk anyway
but bow-legged for weeks.

      I was led to the middle of the room where I was commanded to "Sit on it."
It sounded like number three, the Black man with the long dick. I straddled him
at the hips and lowered myself onto his rejuvenated cock. By the distance it
went up into me I knew that, yes, this was number 2.

      "Now bend forward," said another voice. It was Superman's -- number one.
The one with the HUGE pecker. I leaned forward as told knowing what was to
follow. I felt him straddle his legs around my hips and with start to thrust
himself into my rear end. He was much bigger than the other two who had
butt-fucked me and his first attempt wasn't successful. He then put his meaty
hands on my shoulders and, pulling against me, thrust harder into me causing me
to shriek in pain as he entered me. I felt moisture and knew that he was so big
that he was causing some bleeding. I could feel the two cocks touching each
other through the thin wall separating my nether region from my overused pussy.

      But that wasn't enough. I then felt a third cock being pressed against my
lips. I opened my mouth to accept what I guessed to be the dick of number nine
or number ten. Without a voice, I couldn't be sure.

      All at once, the three men started pumping. I was trapped between the
three and couldn't move even if I had had the slightest idea how to. Every
cavity in my body was being filled with the cocks of men that were fucking a
high school girly probably half their age.

      I heard some squishing noises which turned out to be a couple of the
others masturbating themselves close by. They quickly came onto my back but the
ass/cunt/mouth fucking I was getting lasted a while. The guy in front of me was
pushing particularly hard and I felt myself being shoved back onto the other
two cocks so that I was buried more deeply than I thought I could handle. The
guy underneath me was hitting bottom with every stroke. The guy on top of me
was shoving his member deep within the confines of my bowels and had me spread
wide open. All of a sudden I came with violent orgasms. My whole body shook
over and over as the three men, almost simultaneously also came in me.

      I must have fainted for I remember things going dark and, the next thing
I knew, I was on the bench on my back.

      "Jenny," a voice was saying sweetly. It was a feminine voice.

	"Sue?" I asked still groggy.

	"It's me, Jenny. It's Sue. And, now it's my turn."

      The last words didn't really sink in. I was still trying to figure out
why it was dark. Then the blindfold, the handcuffs, and the leash all came back
to me. But I didn't have time to say any more for the next thing I was aware of
was a damp, pungent pussy being shoved in my face. I was to eat my girlfriend
Sue!

      She shoved her mound back and forth across my mouth till my tongue darted
out and began stroking her. I felt her asshole rubbing my nose. Her hands
drifted down and began rubbing my tits and then my clit. She moaned softly as
she ground her pussy against my mouth till she let out a loud howl as she came.
I was on the edge myself and she finished me off quickly as she lowered her
face to my sopping crotch and darted her tongue into me and over my clit.

      After that, Don led me and Sue across the floor and though a door. Among
the voices that were jabbering I heard one say, "She's all right Don. And you
did all right. Congratulations -- you're a member."

      We were led to a room. I felt the handcuffs being removed and Don said,
"Okay, you can take the blindfolds off."

      I reached up and tore mine off in relief. I noticed that Sue had been
similary blind-folded and was surprised. Also, Sue was as naked as I but,
unlike myself, she wasn't covered from head to toe in men's cum.

      We showered in that room with Don standing outside of the door. Sue
explained the ordeal to me as best she could. All that she really knew was that
there was some all-male club in town. To be a member, you had to introduce a
woman to the group who was both pretty and talented. I had never thought of
myself as pretty before. Sue also explained that the woman had to be submissive
and I was glad I was able to help Don.

      She also told me of her experience several months before. At the time, a
total of 21 males were present for the 'initiation'. It seemed that the holiday
found some members out of town. Her mentor, a friend of Don's named Franky had
also gained admittance to the club of which there were, evidently, about 50
activie members.

      The girls were invited, but never forced, to come back. The rules
remained the same as far as blind-folds and bondage were concerned, but
lesbianism was also expected and encouraged.

      When we were done, we were re-blindfolded and led outside to the car. I
could tell by the coolness that it was already evening and that I had been
fucking for seven or eight hours and not the two or three that I thought.

      Though I had washed, I felt I still smelled like a whore-house. I liked
it and wanted to do it again. But judging by the shakiness of my legs, I
guessed it would have to wait for a few weeks.

      When we got close to town, Don let us take off our blind-folds and put on
our clothes. "So Sue," I said to my friend, "Does your brother fuck you?"

	"All the time," she said to me. "Interested in a threesome?"

	"Absolutely," I said.

      We did go and see the fireworks that night to be followed by some more
intimate fireworks later.



      Father Ryan was momentarily quiet as he considered the long story I just
told to him. "Child," he finally said to me in that quiet, confession-box voice
of his, "I'm afraid I have to consider what you penance will be. Please leave
now and wait for me in the back room of the church while I consider this
matter."

      I was perplexed by this because confession is supposed to be a private
thing and I didn't like the idea of Father Ryan having a face to attach to the
story but now, several weeks after the gang-bang, my conscience was really
bothering me. I did as I was told and went into the back room where the priests
dressed before mass.

      Several minutes later, Father Ryan walked into the room and looked at me.
I felt shame for my sins. "My child," he said. "I have considered the matter
and now you must kneel before your God."

      I did as I was told kneeling on the thin carpet that lined the floor.
Father Ryan stood in front of me and, almost in one motion, unzipped his fly,
whipped out his cock, and shoved it in my mouth. His cock was huge. In fact I
recognized that cock. It was number one's! Father Ryan was my Superman!

	I opened my mouth wider to accept his delicious cock.