Riding School

It was almost midnight. Although the stable was warm with the heat of dozens of horses, fifteen year-old Andi shivered with a delicious anticipation. Atop her fabulously heavy and yet burstingly upswept breasts (surely her best feature since she’d started to bloom at the tender age of eight), her nipples were as hard as diamonds, tingling like ice and feeling sharp enough to slice right through the fabric of her tight white uniform top.

Here at Rustic Hills Equestrian School for Girls she’d already gotten up to some amazing sexual adventures. Waking up her many new friends to the pleasures of their mutual femininity was one thing – some might call it excitement enough – but she hadn’t yet showed them anything like what was in store for tonight. Their crash course in the wonders of womanhood was about to begin in earnest. Greggy, her treacherous eighteen year-old soon-to-be-ex ‘boyfriend’, was due to arrive any second. Then he would receive his proper comeuppance, and Amy, Brenda and the rest would start to appreciate the unlimited scale of the power their blooming young bodies gave them.

All summer long this guy Greg had been sneaking onto the school grounds, meeting her in the stables after dark in order to kiss and neck and make out. Andi had actually been dick-teasing him mercilessly, to tell the honest truth, rubbing herself off on him, letting him feel her up big-time and yet expertly fending off his constant clumsy pestering for sex. This was all a delicious game, of course, one Andi enjoyed immensely since despite being three years younger she was far more sexually experienced than he. And at last the stupid shit had been driven to commit the costliest of blunders. He’d been spying on her.

Andi could practically feel his greedy eyes on her admittedly tremendous breasts when she got out of the shower the other night. Sensing him somehow, knowing he was there stealing a view that she’d been deliberately concealing from him, she’d purposely taken an extra long time toweling off. Giggling with a thrill of exhibitionism, she’d raised her arms to wrap up her fine blond hair in a towel. Then she very deliberately took a deep breath and stretched, arching her shoulders and back, fully inflating and thrusting forth her chest to show her incredible breasts at their very best. Then she very sensuously shook herself, vigorously jiggling her big, bulbous opulence, shaking hundreds of drops of water from those matching white globes and red erect tips before roughly rubbing her thirty-four double-dees all pink and warm and flushed with more soft terrycloth.

A clearly audible moan came from the other side of the thin wood wall, and at last Andi caught a glimpse of an eyeball peeping through one of the old knotholes practically right next to her. Then came another low moan, and an acceleration of frantic panting.

That was all the proof she needed. Andi didn’t doubt for a second that it was Greg out there, with his poor deprived dick in his hand, jerking himself silly on the stolen sight of her swimsuit-model knockers. Hell, she’d even recognized the uncontrollable moan. She’d elicited it with her own slightly sinister caresses more than enough times already.

Suddenly Andi realized that Greg probably came here all the time, peeping into their showers, the locker room, even the big open dormitories, ogling her and all the other girls while he shamelessly masturbated. Thinking of the all-out way she’d introduced her wonderful new friends to the pleasures of sex, wondering how much of their cautious exploration, nubile wallowing and ultimately excessive dildo-play had been illicitly observed, Andi felt herself grow hot with an eager flush of outrage. Her slightly giddy, exhibitionist arousal fled before a dreadfully familiar and much more powerful sense of vindictive carnal relish.

So, weaselly little Greggy was a no-good spy, eh? A sleazy fucking jerk-off? Well, she knew how to repay that kind of behavior. No problem! Her cruel little game was finally getting interesting. Betraying no hint of her awareness of his presence, Andi had continued to towel off and dress, conspicuously flaunting her tight, petite, yet tremendously endowed young body before her illicit admirer all the while.

She’d give him a show to remember, since it was going to end up costing him so very much. Immediately decided on how best to punish him, Andi played it out masterfully, not even responding to the final choked orgasmic grunt, or even the hasty sounds of zipper and retreat. And later she continued to meet with the filthy sneak after lights out: squirreling away with him in one of the empty stalls and desperately tongue wrestling. Just like before they’d grope and suck face for hours like proto-typical over-heated teenagers. Yet now Andi led the horny bastard on with a purpose.

Feverishly she devoured him, sucking on his tongue and lips like a vampire, covering his neck with angry red hickies. Lying all soft and hard respectively on a huge heap of straw, they constantly squirmed their bodies together: squeezing, stroking, fondling, and dry humping one another in a frenzy of adolescent passion. Temptress Andi finally even quit wearing her brassiere, at last allowing Greg to kiss and caress her unfettered flesh, to bury his unworthy face and childishly suckle. Letting him lap like a puppy she moaned into his ears, rubbed him relentlessly through his pants, and in short resorted to every last trick in her extensive repertoire to stoke his frantic lust to an excruciating pitch. Then, after that last especially maddening three-hour make-out session, Andi finally (apparently most reluctantly and with great gravity), allowed Greg to talk her into going all the way.

Buttoning her shirt back up over the objects of poor Greg’s obsession, she’d instructed him to return as usual the next midnight. If he would meet her in the big back stall of the very last stable, where no one could ever see or know about their tryst (cynically she made this veiled reference to his voyeurism, and to her planned revenge), then she would at last break down and have sex with him.

Greg had of course ecstatically agreed, and she’d shooed the poor boner-bulging blue-balls boy on his way. Smirking at his twitching little ass, she wondered if he’d be able to resist playing with himself for a mere twenty-one hours – or even twenty-one minutes.

She seriously doubted it. In any case, however he managed to spend those hours (and Andi had certainly been busy!), they eventually somehow passed. Here it was finally midnight again, and everything was in place for Greggy’s big night.

The thought of all the things Andi meant to do to him in lieu of granting his pathetic fantasies once again sent excited shivers racing repeatedly up and down her petite yet astonishingly lush young female body. From her tingling blonde scalp all the way to her helplessly curling toes, from her rock hard nipples to her eagerly watering womanhood she was entirely marbled in delicious gooseflesh. Oh you stupid Greggy, paybacks were such a bitch and so was Mistress Andi when this emasculating need came on her…

Then suddenly Greg was there, slipping through the door of the big stable and whispering for her uncertainly.

“Andi?”

“Over here, Greggy! Come on over here!” Step into my parlor, said the spider to the fly. Andi giggled uncontrollably as her ‘boyfriend’ uncertainly crossed the dim stable to the door of the last big stall on the end, where she stood, her arms held out in eager welcome.

At last he scampered the final ten feet into them. They molded together tightly, and immediately he began feeling her up, with his hands going under her short skirt and boldly groping her buttocks. In response, Andi lifted her legs and wrapped them around his ass, clutching him with all four limbs and grinding her body against his lasciviously. Their mouths locked, and for perhaps five minutes their tongues dueled aggressively, while their hot skins tried to friction-burn away the clothes between them. Brazenly the fifteen year-old minx ground her silk-pantied crotch against the throbbing bulge behind Greg’s zipper, dampening them both with an unmistakable demonstration of how eager she was to keep her promises. Finally the poor boy broke the kiss, panting for breath as he at last let her body drop to the ground.

“Oh my God, you make me so fucking hot!” he groaned, staggering sideways into the big empty stall.

Giggling Andi moved in on him, pulling her skirt up and pressing Greggy against the wall, where she resumed grinding her braless breasts against his chest, her swampy crotch against his own. “That’s because I’m so fucking hot,” she replied. “I’m the hottest fucking bitch you’ll ever meet. Don’t you think you should agree with me?”

“Yes ma’am! Absolutely!” Greg tried to kiss her again, and she let him, but then she put her palm on his chin and rudely shoved his face away. Still she pinned him to the wall with her fiery gaze, her squirming hips and breasts.

“‘Yes ma’am.’ That’s very sweet, Greggy. I like that. Can you say, ‘Yes Mistress!’ to me? I think I might like that even better.”

“Andi, honey, if you’re really ready to break down and have sex with me, I’ll call you anything in the world you want.”

“Excellent. And I’ll call you anything I want – Slut-boy. Now do it! Call me Mistress, or even Goddess, if you please, and beg me to have sex with you.”

“All right.” Slut-boy giggled a little uneasily. “Please, Mistress Andi, my beautiful gorgeous Goddess, I abase myself and humbly beg you to have sex with me.”

“What kind of sex, Slut-boy? Wild, kinky, outrageous sex?”

“Yes, Mistress. Please have wild, kinky, outrageous sex with me.”

“All right, Slut-boy.” Once again Andi was humping him with her crotch, feeling her idiot prey’s penis pulse in its confinement like a caged animal: desperately angry and frustrated. “I’ll have wild, kinky, outrageous sex with you – but only on one condition. I’m just a petite little girl. You’re bigger and stronger and three years older than me. And I don’t entirely trust you to be a gentleman. So I’m going to have to tie you up, and be the one on top. I believe all the manuals call that position ‘female superior’. Does that sound kinky and outrageous enough for a slut like you? Or at least appropriate?”

Slut-boy’s gaze broke away. “I guess so.”

“I guess so what?”

“I guess that sounds okay, Mistress. You can tie me up, if that’s what gets you off. My Goddess, you are the strangest, but definitely the hottest chick I’ve ever known!”

“Oh, I’m the hottest chick you’ll ever know all right. But you don’t know me yet at all! Not at all, you silly little Slut-boy! You don’t have the faintest idea what gets me off!”

This was a bit of a betrayal, before she had him incapacitated, but stupid Slut-boy spy was too desperately horny to realize how much hell he was in for. When Andi pushed a heavy oak bench about four feet long, one foot wide and two and a half feet high into the center of the big empty stall and told him to sit straddling the end of it and take his shirt off, he couldn’t obey her fast enough. When she pushed him back flat, supine on the short bench with his head hanging mostly off the other end, he didn’t even protest his obvious discomfort. Quickly she pulled his hands around the stout wooden legs and underneath the seat. Overlapping his forearms, she used a thin leather rein to elaborately lash them together: trapping his hands behind his back and using his arms to bind his upper body to the bench. Then she passed a wide leather cinch strap around both his shoulders and the heavy oak seat and pulled it tight, further solidly securing him. At that his breath quickened perceptibly, a flush colored his face, and he finally tried to voice some kind of faint misgiving. Too late, fool.

“Silence Slut-boy! Your Mistress will tell you when to speak!” Andi unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, further silencing any protest. “Lift up your hips!” she ordered.

Awkwardly he braced himself and complied, and Andi yanked the Levis down to his sneakers, both hobbling and undressing him in one swift motion.

Slut-boy’s ridiculous erection was already poking out the top of his skimpy briefs, but Andi ignored it as she used another wide leather cinch strap to bind his waist just as securely to the heavy oak bench as his shoulders. Contrary to expectations, she had no sexual business whatsoever tonight with that imperfectly hard, notoriously unreliable and pathetically shrimpy organ. She had much better uses for a guilty little slut-boy than that.

Still, the game being played here demanded that she drag out the suspense as long as possible, and continue the malicious dick-tease right up to that priceless moment of accusation, throughout the subsequent confrontation, and if possible even through the long, drawn-out, incredibly painful and degrading payback that she so dearly lived for. Therefore, once her treacherous, lying, spying, masturbating ‘boyfriend’ was finally completely in her power, little Andi just smiled richly down at him, and then slowly, provocatively stripped out of her soaked-through panties.

She pulled the sopping crotch of these over Slut-boy’s chin and nose; then stretched the elastic sides out to loop around his ears, tautly covering his entire face below the bulging eyes like a wet silk surgical mask. Then, still wearing her uniform shirt, skirt, white stockings and knee-high shiny black riding boots (polished spurs glittering), Andi stepped over his bound and elevated body: straddling both Slut-boy and the bench so that her juicy pink rose gaped open just above the upright purple plum of his desperately erect man-thing. Still smiling sweetly down (and yet charging her eyes with dark, unlimited erotic promise), she oh so slowly un-tucked and then unbuttoned her tight white shirt, opening it all the way down the front but only wide enough to expose that canyonesque cleavage, and two perfectly matched halves of the best breasts anywhere.

Stupid Slut-boy moaned like a baby, inhaling the scent of her sex with every breath. Still she hovered an inch above his erect prick, allowing him barely a glimpse of one puckered aureole. Then she began to speak, softly at first and with only the barest hint of the venomous hiss that lay just beyond.

“Finally you get to have sex with me, after all your pestering. How immensely gratifying this must be for you, Slut-boy. When’s the last time your juvenile tactics worked?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. When’s the last time you fucked one of us? Or are you still a virgin despite all your hard-sell pressure tactics? That’s it, isn’t it? That’s why you can’t keep from pestering, begging, and degrading yourself for sex. Because you’ve never proved worthy, you’re still a virgin at eighteen in an age when most kids are doing it at twelve. All right, then, when’s the last time you jerked off?”

“Whu-what?” At last Slut-boy seemed to grok that something was going on here that was outside the traditional script. He floundered idiotically, sputtering into the pungent panties that covered his face. “I don’t jerk off!”

“Hah!” Andi crowed out loud. “Priceless! As if any eighteen year-old virgin Slut-boy could resist jerking off! Well, Mister Puritan, if I wanted to, I could take you out to the very spot where your spew hit the wall on Saturday night! I saw and heard you plain as day through that peephole, Slut-boy! You couldn’t have been five feet away! How long have you been spying on me, you filthy, perverted, treacherous little cheater, you?”

Slut-boy gaped like a suffocating fish, his lips pulling the crotch of her masking panties into a perfect O. Before he could recover from his surprise Andi dropped atop his cock, pressing it flat against its thatch and using the groove of her flesh to hold it there: a temptation and tease-torture all at once.

“I’m warning you!” she barked. “Don’t you ever lie to your Goddess! Confess all your sins at once, and maybe; just maybe the punishment won’t be so terrible. Now answer up, Slut-boy! When’s the last time you pulled your pud into pudding, and how long have you been spying on me? Make things easy on yourself!”

Now Andi began sliding ever so slightly back and forth, pushing down the skimpy briefs and slickening that burning spike of need, bathing at least one side of Slut-boy’s pitiful little penis in fluids and feeling he’d likely be forever denied. At last his stunned, shamed, scared, and still uncontrollably aroused eyes winced away from hers. Searching the floor around him for alternatives and finding none, he at last cowed before his Goddess’ glorious power and murmured his mortified answer.

“I beat off last night immediately after I left here. I couldn’t help myself. And I’ve been watching you and your friends shower and change all summer. My house is only two miles from here, and I’ve been spying on the girls at this school since I was twelve.”

“I knew it!” Andi crowed in scornful triumph, her weight coming down hard on that imprisoned rod.

“I knew you were a dirty little jerk-off, and a treacherous spy, too! And I knew you couldn’t wait to get your filthy depraved hands on your pecker after I let you nuzzle and suckle on my tremendous tits! You’re pathetic, Slut-boy! But are you sure that’s all you did and saw? No peeking into the dormitories? No watching the girls get to know one another?”

“No, Goddess, I swear it! I…I tried, but it’s impossible. There’s no trees to hide in. I…I saw you guys kissing in the shower, licking and sucking on each other and stuff…and I knew more must be going on in the dorm…but I’ve never been able to get close enough, I swear it!”

As he talked about what he seen and done, Slut-boy’s face flushed redder and redder and his cock pulsed ever harder. Feeling it throb against her sopping cooze filled Andi with both exultant satisfaction and a cresting torture-lust. Firmly she ground her cunt against it, twisting a bit and stimulating him mercilessly as she finally accepted his confession and then pronounced his penance.

“All right, Slut-boy. That last part is probably bullshit, but it doesn’t matter anyway. Whether you actually saw us or not, I’m now going to gift you with the experience you were oh so hot to share. My fellow Goddesses and I are all going to initiate you into the wonderful world of girl-to-girl sex – after we punish you for spying on us, that is!

“Are you listening guys?” Relishing the expression of flabbergasted nightmare on Slut-boy’s face, Andi called out to her friends hiding in the next stall. “You just heard him admit that he’d been spying on you for years, jerking off and conniving to horn in our dildo orgies. Come on in and help me punish the shit out of this worthless slut, and teach him to never beg for sex again, especially from a lezzy he’s been treacherously betraying. We’ve got about six years worth of payback to dish out, and only six hours to do it in!”

Immediately excited chattering was heard, tinkling giggles and jingling spurs. As Slut-boy watched horrified over his panties mask, a total of seven more girls pushed into the big square stall. Ranging in age from thirteen to fifteen, they all wore the same riding school uniforms as Andi: black miniskirts, spurred boots, white silk shirts and stockings, but with at least one crucial difference: each was carrying a stiff leather riding crop.

Of course, fourteen year-old Brenda was in the lead, Andi’s best friend and next to her buxom lover she was the most eager and adventurous of all the girls. Tall and solid without being fat, she had best tits next to Andi’s and gorgeous red-golden hair. Behind her came Amy, Kristy, Kira, Beth, Julie and little Jasmine, all of them beautiful, nubile, sexy, excited, fascinated and wildly turned on. Andi ate up Slut-boy’s horror, consternation, and above all his limitless humiliation as they surrounded him, savoring it like emotional ambrosia. Then without warning she climbed off her captive slut, taking her place in the circle of his accusers and punishers and leaving his still desperately erect genitals straining blindly skyward. Just for good measure, she leaned over then and tore the ridiculous briefs to shreds, exposing those guilty organs to scorn and justice.

“There it is, girls! A puny example of what Andi’s toys far surpass. For the sake of these vulnerable, silly organs – just look at the way they hang outside the body like that! – this stupid little Slut-boy spied on us, betraying us all and dealing an unconscionable insult to femininity everywhere. We must punish this transgression extravagantly, in the most fitting manner imaginable. Brenda honey? Do you have my crop? Good! Thanks.”

Andi took her weapon, and smiled evilly down at Slut-boy. “Payback time, jerk-off! You’re about to learn first-hand one of the trillion reasons men are inferior to women. To wit: their external sex organs are ridiculously easy to access, and thus punish. Control the gonads and you control the beast, I always say. Take this, you spying little shit!”

She swung the crop and swatted his cock as hard as she could. Slut-boy yelped on his bench, and immediately brought his hobbled legs up off the ground, doing his best to protect the unprotectable. Prepared for this, and indeed for any other resistance, Andi got the other girls into the game right away.

“Here, you guys, grab his feet. Take off his shoes and socks and pants. Then tie his pants around one ankle and his shirt around the other. Tie them right in the middle, so it makes like a rope on either side. Then two of us can hold each leg, while the other four torture him. That way we can switch off, take turns, until he’s too exhausted to fight.”

Soon they had their helpless little Slut-boy properly fixed: totally naked with his clothes tied to his legs and four girls holding them stretched out wide in an extreme split. The other four surrounded him, Andi and Brenda between his legs and Beth and Julie smirking and giggling at him from either side. They all had their crops out, and Andi gave yet another warning to their captured spy before his punishment got underway.

“No screaming, Slut-boy! We can’t have you upsetting the horses. Blubber all you like, but as soon as you start to make too much noise, those panties come off your face and get crammed into your mouth – those, or something even worse. So take your punishment like a man, baby! Show us you might be worthy of sexual consideration after all!”

Right away she began beating his genitals then, using her stiff crop to whip his erect cock and blue balls with a sadistic fury. Soon the other girls joined in, striking not just at his pathetically vulnerable sex organs – although naturally and appropriately this was by far and away the favorite target – but also everywhere else, from the terribly sensitive soles of his feet to his panty-draped cheeks.

Slut-boy indeed blubbered and sobbed like a baby, twisted and writhed in his bonds and struggled with the tethers holding his ankles, and all to no avail. He was beaten black-and-blue from head to toe until his urgent erection was ancient history, and indeed his entire groin was cruelly inflamed and abraded as well as bruised an ugly black. But at last Andi could no longer stand the anticipation, and she declared the preliminary foreplay at an end. It was time for the real punishment to get underway.

She called a temporary halt to the beating, accepting a bulky gym bag from Brenda.

“Okay, Slut-boy. I guess you’ve suffered enough – at least for now. It’s time to reward your initiative, sleazy as it might have been. You wanted to see what we were doing in the dormitory? Allow me to demonstrate.

“I promised to have sex with you, yes? Wild, kinky, outrageous sex? Well unlike you, I am an honest person, and I intend to keep my word. The only thing is, your penis – even all swollen up like it is – is so small and limp and pathetic that I’m afraid it’s not worthy of use. We’re going to have to use one of mine instead. And since it’s my cock, then that means I’m going to be the one doing the fucking. That is what really gets me off.

“You see Slut-boy, as sweet and petite and feminine as I am, I’m also a hard-core bitch butch lesbian. Why do you think I go by a boy’s name? And in addition to deliberately leading you on, what I’ve been doing in the dorm all summer is teaching all of my wonderful new friends how to take a big hard cock. Now I’m going to teach you the same thing. We’re all going to teach you, as a matter of fact. Tonight you’re going to join the lezzy club, and have all kinds of exciting same-sex adventures! I hope your fragile male self-image can handle the experience! Otherwise we might turn you into a fag forever!”

Andi dramatically emptied the bag onto Slut-boy’s extensively welted belly and chest, and of course it was full of strap-on dildoes. There were seven of them as a matter of fact: one a slim hot pink one without any balls; three large perfectly life-like flesh-colored ones; an absurdly huge red device shaped exactly like Andi’s fist and forearm; and two more matching ten-by-two inch shiny simulated big black buck nigger cocks.

Andi and Brenda donned these latter, doffing their skirts and passing the other perpetually hard artificial penises into the hands that clamored most eagerly for them. Then, while Slut-boy whimpered and squirmed in his bonds and struggled once again to bring his widely splayed-out legs back down and together, Andi cinched a tight noose-like nose-rein about the base of his horribly swollen and bruised-black cock and balls.

“I don’t want you spewing during sex,” she declared. “Slut-boys like you have absolutely no control. The sight of our bodies might drive you the edge, or your own disgusting perversion might cause you to come your brains out when I start fucking your faggot ass. Also, this cock-rein gives us another good hold on you, a way to enforce your obedience, control your body, and even anchor you against the power of our thrusts. I myself have been known to fuck a slut across the room and through a brick wall, practically.

“Stretch his legs out wide now girls! As wide apart as you possibly can! I’m going to do this dirty ugly Slut-boy bone dry. That’ll teach him to fucking spy!”

Kristie and Kira on the right and Amy and Jasmine on the left each pulled even harder, slowly increasing the tension on both cloth tethers and young muscles, until Slut-boy was spread out wide in a hundred and eighty-degree split. Whimpering as Andi wrapped the cock-rein in her fist and stepped up to align her big hard nigger-man’s prick with his helplessly puckering opening, Slut-boy made one forbidden and clearly futile attempt to beg off his impending introduction to sissy-sex.

“Please, Goddess—”

“Silence Slut-boy!” Immediately Andi yanked on his cock-rein, gratified by his instant and eloquent yelp of pain. “What the fuck did I just tell you? I’m going teach you to take a big hard black man’s cock; I’m going to teach you to love it; I’m going to teach you to fucking live for it! So you just keep your slutty little come-funnel shut until somebody sticks a dick in it! Then you suck it like the sleaziest slut! Do you hear me? Answer up, bitch!” Again she yanked on his horribly abused cock, jerking an abashed affirmative from Slut-boy’s lips.

“Yes, Goddess!”

“Very well. Just be happy I don’t make you beg me for it. I could do it easy, and you damn well know it. But we’ve played that scene already, and I’ve made my promise. Right now I’m far more eager to fulfill it. I’m sure you’ll agree it’s way past time we had sex, Slut-boy. You’ve been pressuring me about it for weeks.”

Indeed, Andi hadn’t fucked and dominated a helpless little Slut-boy since leaving home in April. But now at last the culmination of all her clever conniving was at hand. After a long summer of maddening deprivation, true gratification was finally within her grasp. And what a perfect catch her little dick-tease game had landed her, a more pathetically guilty and deserving torture-slut than she could ever have dreamed of. Six years as a virgin voyeur jerk-off! That was far worse than anything she’d guessed.

“So pay attention girls!” Andi called out to her friends (needlessly; they were all breathlessly riveted on Slut-boy’s humiliating emasculation), and pressed her penis up against his tight little boy-cunt. “This is how you butt-fuck a sissy-slut! We’re going to gouge out Slut-boy here until he can accommodate the biggest damn dick in the house! Then we’re going to make him take it ‘til he forgets that he ever had a penis of his own!”

“Do it, do it!” cried Brenda, egging her on excitedly, and that was all the encouragement Andi needed. She looked down at Slut-boy, her eyes flaming with sadism. Then with a savage roar of vengeful carnality she jerked up hard on her Slut-boy’s captive cock and simultaneously hammered her hips forward, drilling her big black dick up his ass despite its dried-up fearful-puckering.

Slut-boy squealed with agony, but then he quickly and obediently clamped it off, putting all of his energies into renewing his desperate struggles. Nevertheless these were deliciously futile: bound and tethered the way he was he could hardly move a muscle. And Andi gladly responded by forcing her penis in deeper, fucking him harder, roughly plowing her way into virgin territory and opening up a formerly hidden highway to all kinds of outrageous two-way traffic.

After maybe five minutes of determined invasion, she finally had her slut loosened up enough for her to establish and maintain her traditional manic, pneumatic rhythm. Viciously slamming her big hard cock all the way in and out of him, she anally raped her brand new Slut-boy with a pace and fervor developed over two long years of dedicated practice. Meanwhile she pulled and jerked relentlessly on his tied-up and grossly swollen genitals, expertly using her tight cock-rein to aid in her leverage. Reveling in Slut-boy’s obvious suffering, she stabbed away at his guilty ass with her African avenger for over twenty minutes then, performing before all her impressed new friends until at last her first orgasm of the night burst gloriously through her.

Somehow she clamped off her own wild screams, unwilling to upset the nearby animals, but she continued to pound her cock deliriously home until the last wave of ecstasy crested and fell within her. Then it was time to make way for somebody else.

Brenda was right there, of course, jealous and begging for a turn. “Let me do him Andi! God this is so fucking great! I knew that fags fucked each other in the butt, but to actually see it happen, or to use it yourself to punish an erring straight guy! What an incredible thrill! Now that’s what I call ‘female superior’!”

“Damn straight!” agreed Andi, laughing even as she pulled her big black dick out of her new butt-slut with an audible pop. “We’ve got a total of eight superior females here, and unfortunately only one clearly inferior and horrendously guilty Slut-boy male. But even though they don’t have sweet wet pussies like us (the number one reason men suck!), male sluts do have at least two out of three available fuck-holes. Who wants to rape this spying shit’s mouth? Step right up and stick your dick in!”

Julie was closest, and she already had her skirt off and her cock on. While Brenda stepped up into Andi’s place and started slamming her own homeboy hammer into Slut-boy’s receptacle (using her size and solid muscle power to devastating effect), Andi circled the bench and at last pulled her panties from the ugly slut’s face. This was now tipped back even further, as all the brutal butt-fucking he’d been enduring had pounded his body slightly forward despite the tight straps, and the restraint of his locked arms. Perfect – just the right position for teaching Julie how to face-fuck.

Julie had the long, slim, streamlined hot pink penis without balls – not the organ Andi would have chosen to face-rape the worst spy she ever heard of, but oh well. Surely she’d have plenty of opportunity later to pound her own big long jig-a-boo dong down his gagging throat. Andi showed her friend, who was only thirteen and yet as sexually ravenous as the rest, how tipping the head back opened up the esophagus. Then she guided them together until Slut-boy was sucking and then strangling on his very first blowjob, and Julie was raping the mouth and then gullet of her very first slut-male.

Soon the thrusting of Julie from the front and Brenda from the rear had Slut-boy shuddering between them like a tuning dork, and all the other girls clamoring impatiently for their turn. To mollify and occupy them, Andi reminded them of their riding crops. Then those weren’t holding legs or fucking the slut (in this case Andi and the delicate-looking but viciously vengeful redhead Beth) resumed beating and whipping him.

Thus began a rotation that was to continue unchanged for over the next two hours. Each girl took turns holding him, fucking his ass or face and whipping his guilty body non-stop. Finally Slut-boy quit struggling, of course, and then Andi belatedly decided to tie off his legs for good. A rope was found and tied to one ankle, then drawn down under the bench and across to the other. This held him split wide open still like a human capital T, and freed all eight girls to either work on fucking and torturing him, or to find other holes for the dildoes not currently in use.

This they did with an eager will, betraying the education that Andi had already given them, and soon every cock except for the monstrous red one was slamming happily into tight hot flesh. Not that any of the girls neglected their turn at torturing Slut-boy – clearly practicing that current curriculum was paramount. But eventually the amount of inspired dildo-play going on all around either forced or allowed Goddess Andi to start the next lesson in slut subjugation a trifle early…

This story goes on and on, getting seriously scatological. Email me if you really want the rest:

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