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I did not write this story. I do not have the author's name on file.
Enjoy, but do not request reposting or e-mail version. -JC
Judy had always been a respectable girl, fairly modest and
not at all forward. Not that she was a virgin or anything, but
hardly what anybody would call promiscuous. So how was it that
she was now being taken by three boys at once, while a fourth was
standing over them and whipping her naked back with his belt?
It had started out as a typical fraternity bull session in
the dormitory. It was Judy and Martin and Tom and Bill and
Howard, sitting around doing nothing. Howard was bored.
"This is boring," Howard said. "Let's do something."
"No," Martin said. "Let's not."
"Howard's right," Tom said. "What we want is a good orgy or
something."
"Right, an orgy," Martin said. "How about it, Judy? Want to
orgy with us?"
"No thanks," Judy said.
"Party pooper," Martin said.
"Sorry, guys," Judy said. "I'm not the orgy type."
"How about playing post office?" Tom said. "Or strip poker?
That sounds like fun."
"No, thanks, anyway," Judy said.
"Damn," Tom said. "And I'm horny too. Right now you look
pretty good to me, Judy."
"Gosh, thanks," Judy said.
"I'm not kidding," Tom said. "I'd love to do it with you.
How about it?"
"Come on, guys," Judy said.
"You do have a nice bod, Jud," Howard said. "Can't blame a
guy for thinking about it."
"What is this all of a sudden?" Judy said, smiling. "Look,
why don't we go to a movie or something?"
"Nice mouth, too," Tom said.
"Terrific mouth," Martin said. "Gives a guy lots of ideas."
"Martin!"
"What? Don't you like sucking cock, Judy? You ever do it?"
"That's enough!" Judy said. "Just cut it now, okay?"
"I just want to say," Martin said, "that I'd love to have
you on your knees in front of me. With that mouth--"
"Damn it!" Judy said. "Stop it right now! Okay?"
"But it's so exciting," Howard said. "I want to see it. I'd
love to see it. Wouldn't you, Bill?"
"I'm hard," Bill said.
"Look," Judy said. "If you guys don't shut up I'm going to
leave, okay?"
"You don't want to do that, Judy," Martin said. "I think you
want to suck Bill's cock. While all of us watch you."
"I think you want a slap in the face," Judy said. Not
moving.
And then Martin said, "We could make you do it."
There was absolute silence in the room.
"What?" Judy said.
"I said we could make you do it," Martin said. "There's four
of us and only one of you. Four guys and one girl. We could make
you suck Bill's cock. We could make you suck all our cocks.
Couldn't we?"
"Sure," Judy said. "And I could have you all put in jail,
too."
"You wouldn't do that," Martin said.
"Why wouldn't I do that, Martin?"
"Because you want it," Martin said. "Don't you, Judy?"
"Martin, I think you better leave," Judy said.
"Okay." Martin got up, but instead of moving to the door he
stopped in back of Judy's chair and swiftly and suddenly caught
hold of her pony tail with his right hand, pulling it backwards
and downwards so that Judy's head was pulled back, her neck
straining, her mouth opening and emitting a startled cry of pain
at the cruel pull of her hair. Martin twisted the hair in his
hand, increasing that pain.
"Aahh!" Judy cried. "Stop! What are you-- Don't! Aahh!"
Martin didn't let go, but twisted some more. Judy's face was
a mask of pain.
"Stop! Please!" Judy was twisting in her chair, and trying
ineffectually to hit back at Martin, but her position in the
chair did not allow her hands to reach him.
Bill, Tom and Howard watched with various degrees of
surprise and wonder, but they watched.
"Judy," Martin said, still twisting her hair.
"Oh don't," Judy said. "Stop. Please. Oh god, please--"
"Judy," Martin said. "Go down on your knees."
"What?" Judy said.
"Jesus," Howard said.
"Shut up, Howard," Tom said.
Bill said nothing.
"Go on, Judy," Martin said, his hand in her hair. "Go down
on your knees. On the floor. Go on."
"No," Judy said.
Martin twisted harder.
"Aaahh! Don't!" Judy said.
"We want you to go down on your knees, Judy," Martin said.
"And you want to also. Don't you?"
"No!" Judy said.
"Yes, you do," Martin said. "Do it, Judy. Do it for us.
Kneel down on the floor. Go on."
For a long moment there was silence except for Judy's loud
rapid gasps. Nobody said anything. Martin still held Judy's hair.
And then, without looking at anybody, slowly, gradually, Judy
began to slide forward in the chair. Martin still held on, but
his hand moved with her. Judy slid to the edge of the chair and
hesitated. Martin waited. As did they all. And Judy with a sound
like a gasping sigh slid off the chair and sank down to her knees
on the floor.
"That's the girl, Judy," Martin said, his hand in her hair
holding her head up. "I knew you wanted to do that. And now you
want to suck Bill's cock, isn't that right, Judy?"
Howard gasped.
"I--No," Judy said in a quivering voice. "No."
"Bill," Martin said. "Get over here. Sit in this chair,
right in front of Judy. Judy wants to suck your cock while we all
watch her."
"No," Judy said softly. "No, I don't. Please."
Bill was now sitting in front of Judy. Martin now twisted
Judy's hair. Judy cried out in pain. Martin said, "You want to do
it, Judy. You know it. I know it. We all know it. We're all
watching, Judy. Do it. Do it, Judy. Unzip Bill's pants and bring
out his cock and put that pretty mouth on it and suck him off. Do
it."
Judy was panting and her body was shaking. Martin's hand was
still in her hair, but not as tightly; it held on but allowed
room to move. They all watched, rigid with anticipation and
suspense.
And slowly, Judy's hands started to move. Looking at nobody,
Judy slowly unzipped Bill's pants. And tremblingly brought out
his cock. And then Judy drew a long, deep, shuddering breath.
"Oh god," Judy said, now looking swiftly around at them all.
"Oh dear god."
And then Judy bowed her head and opened her mouth and put it
around Bill's penis. Bill gasped. And then Judy's head was moving
up and down, slowly, deliberately, moving up and down with
Martin's hand still in her hair, and Judy was sucking Bill's
cock, kneeling on the floor and sucking his cock as four boys
avidly and astonishedly looked on.
"That's it," Martin was saying. "That's it, Judy. Look at
that, guys. Watch how Judy is doing this. We're all watching you,
Judy. All waiting for our turns."
Judy was moaning now around Bill's cock, moaning and kind of
sobbing, but she didn't stop doing what she was doing.
"How is it, Bill?" Martin said. "Is she good? Is she using
her tongue on you?"
"She's great," Bill said. "She's good. You're damn good,
Judy."
"I thought so," Martin said. "I always thought you'd be a
good cocksucker, Judy. I can't wait for my turn."
Judy moaned again, but didn't stop. Up and down her head
moved, up and down that mouth slid on Bill's cock. Slowly and now
faster. Until Bill said, "I'm going to shoot," and Martin said,
"Do it right in her mouth and let her swallow it. Swallow it all,
Judy, and we'll all watch you."
By now Tom and Howard had moved to sit closer so they could
have a good view of what Judy's mouth was doing. Judy was
whimpering now as Bill's cock was spasming and jerking, and then
Bill shouted out with pleasure as his gism spurted out into
Judy's sucking mouth. Judy, gasping, swallowed. Tom and Howard
and Martin watched avidly. Bill was spurting again and again, and
Judy was swallowing and swallowing, her face flushing wildly as
she did so. Until Bill slid his penis slowly out of her mouth and
sat back panting.
Judy was panting also, and gasping and still kind of
sobbing. But she didn't move. She stayed as she was, on her
knees. Almost imperceptibly Martin took his hand from her hair.
Judy didn't move.
"That was nice, Judy," Martin said. "That was beautiful.
Wasn't it, guys?"
"Damn right," Tom said. Howard said something also.
"And now, Judy, you're going to be fair and do that for all
of us, aren't you?"
Judy caught her breath but said nothing.
"Judy?" Martin said.
"Yes," Judy said softly, breathlessly. "Yes, I'll do it for
all of you. Yes."
"Because you want to, don't you, Judy?" Martin said.
"Yes," Judy said finally. "Yes, I want to. I want to do it
to all of you. While you watch."
"What else would you like to do for us, Judy?" Martin said.
"What?"
"What else, Judy?"
"Nothing," Judy said.
"That's not true, Judy," Martin said. "Is it now?"
"Please," Judy said.
"Tell us, Judy."
"Anything," Judy said in a low voice.
"What's that?" Martin said. "I can't hear you, Judy."
"Anything," Judy said again. "I want to do anything you
want. I want you to make me do it."
"I know you do," Martin said. "That's because you're a slut,
isn't that right, Judy? A dirty filthy slut whore. Am I right?"
"Yes," Judy said.
"Tell us, Judy," Martin said. "Tell us all about it."
Judy started to cry. "I'm a dirty filthy slut whore," Judy
said, sobbing. "I'm a cunt bitch slut and I want to have to do it
for you. Please please please."
"Lie down, Judy," Martin said. "Lie down on the floor."
And Judy did, lying down on her back.
Martin crouched behind her. "Give me your hands, Judy,"
Martin said. "Put them back here and stretch yourself out."
And Judy did.
Martin took her wrists in his hands, pinning them down to
the floor. Judy's clothing was pulled tight over her body,
bringing out her good breasts and hips and thighs.
"Now, Judy," Martin said. "You're going to fuck for me.
Aren't you? All of us. Aren't you?"
"Oh god," Judy said.
"Yes," Martin said. "You're going to fuck us all. Say it,
Judy. Say that to me."
"I'm going to fuck you all," Judy said, her voice straining.
"That's right," Martin said. "You're going to fuck Tom here.
Aren't you, Judy? Say it."
"I'm going to fuck Tom," Judy said, not looking at any of
them.
"And you're going to fuck Howard. Say that."
"I'm going to fuck Howard," Judy said.
"And you're going to fuck me too, isn't that right, Judy?"
"Yes," Judy said. "I'm going to fuck you."
"What about me?" Bill said.
"And you'll fuck Bill, won't you, Judy? Say it."
"I'm going to fuck Bill," Judy said.
"Because you're a fucking slut nympho, isn't that right,
Judy?" Martin said.
"Yes," Judy said, crying. "Yes. That's what I am. Yes."
"Now it's time for us to see your body, Judy," Martin said.
"We've all thought about what you look like naked, Judy. We've
all pictured you without any clothes on. Now we'll find out.
You'd like us to see you naked, wouldn't you, Judy?"
Judy closed her eyes. "Please," she whimpered.
"Say it," Martin said.
"Yes," Judy said.
Martin twisted Judy's wrists. Judy cried out. Martin said,
"I want you to ask the boys to take your clothes off you, Judy. I
want you to ask them nicely, all right?" Twisting her wrists
again.
"Don't," Judy said.
"Judy," Martin said. "We want to see your breasts. May we do
that?"
"Oh," Judy said. "Dear sweet god," Judy said. "Yes."
"Judy," Martin said. "Ask Howard to take your blouse off.
Ask him sweetly. Bet him to do it. Do you understand, Judy?"
"Yes," Judy said.
"Ask him to unbutton your blouse," Martin said. "And ask him
to feel your breasts while he's doing it."
Judy was gasping. Her body was squirming as Martin
manipulated her wrists. "Howard," Judy gasped. "Please--please
unbutton my blouse, Howard. Please."
"God!" Howard said.
"And?" Martin said.
"And please--please feel my breasts," Judy said.
"Do it slowly, Howard," Martin said.
And Howard did. Unbuttoning Judy's blouse from top to
bottom, Touching her breasts, moving his hands over them. And
pulling the blouse apart to show Judy's rising and falling
breasts in a pink brassiere. Judy was panting hard, almost
sobbing.
"All right, Judy," Martin said. "Ask Tom to cut that bra
away."
Judy could hardly speak. "T-Tom," Judy whispered. "Please--
c-cut my brassiere away."
"All right!" Tom said, and grabbing up a scissors from a
table, did just that, cutting the bra apart, cutting it into
strips, and pulling it away from Judy's high round firm stiff-
nippled naked breasts.
"Topless whore," Martin said, and Judy writhed, moaning.
"I want to see your legs," Martin said. "All of them. I want
to look at those luscious curvy thighs that you will be wrapping
around my body as I fuck you, Judy."
Judy couldn't catch her breath.
"Judy," Martin said, "I want you to pull your skirt up. I
want you to pull it up slowly. As all of us watch. I want you to
pull it up all the way, all the way up around your waist, baring
your legs for us, showing us your thighs, all of them. Will you
do that, Judy?"
Judy was squirming and panting. "Yes," Judy said. "Yes I
will. I will, I'll do it, yes, I'll show you my legs, yes, I
will, look at me." And Judy pulled up her skirt. Slowly. Up. All
the way. Slowly. Up over her calves. Up over her knees. Up over
her thighs. Up over her hips. All the way, and lay there with her
legs bare and her panties showing twisting as they looked at her.
"You want to be fucked, don't you, Judy?" Martin said. "Say
it."
"I want to be fucked," Judy said.
"Who would you like to take your panties off?" Martin said.
"Anybody," Judy said, crying. "Anybody pull them off, please
please please."
Tom did.
"Naked whore cunt," Martin said softly, and he kissed her
mouth. "Spread your fucking slut legs for us, Judy."
Judy spread her legs slowly apart.
"Tom," Martin said. "Do it to the bitch."
Judy was crying as Tom lay on top of her and sobbing as he
put his prick inside her and moaning as he fucked her.
"Fuck him back," Martin said, and Judy fucked him back,
arching and twisting and curling her legs around him and moving
to his rhythm.
"What are you doing, Judy?" Martin said.
"I'm--"
"Say it. Say what you're doing."
"I'm fucking," Judy cried. "I'm fucking, I'm fucking, I'm
fucking--fucking--fucking--"
"And you love it, right, Judy? You love it all. Tell us,
Judy. Tell us you love it. Don't you, Judy?"
"Yes. Yes. I love it yes yes I love it I love it yes."
"Tom's going to come in you, Judy. Come with him. Come for
us and we'll watch you. You love it, don't you, you fucking
exhibitionist sick little slut bimbo?"
"Yes!" Judy shouted. "God yes I'm coming yes I'm now coming
arrrrrrrrrrghhhhhh!"
"Passionate masochistic slut," Martin said as Tom got up.
"Turn over, Judy." Twisting Judy's wrists hard so Judy cried out
again. Twisting until she was forced to roll her body over.
Martin had his cock out. "Give me that pretty whore mouth, Judy
baby," Martin said, pushing Judy's head down into his crotch.
"Take me in that mouth and suck me. Suck it slowly and
beautifully, Judy."
Judy, moaning, took his cock into her mouth.
"Okay, Howard," Martin said. "You can use Judy's fine tight
little ass."
Judy tried to say something, to raise her head. Martin
didn't allow it. Judy had to keep sucking him as Howard took her
very painfully in the ass. As Judy involuntarily came, howling
around Martin's cock, Martin shot his gism down her throat.
And then it was an orgy. All night long. Judy accomodating
all four boys with her body, with her mouth and her ass and her
cunt. Two at once. Three at once. Until she was crawling and
coming, coming and crawling, until Martin was standing over her
as she lay above Howard fucking his cock as Tom fucked her ass
and taking Bill in her mouth again, and Martin pulled his belt
off and started whipping Judy with it. Quite hard. Anyplace he
could reach. And Judy was screaming and sucking and fucking and
howling and hurting and coming.
And afterwards sprawling across the floor they all knew that
Judy was theirs any time they wanted her. That Judy was at the
beck and call of any and all. Any way, any time, any place.
"Isn't that right, Judy?" Martin said.
Judy was crying.
"Spread out, Judy," Martin said. "Right now. On your back.
I'll whip your breasts and I'll fuck the shit out of you."
And Judy was moaning and lying back and spreading out. "Look
at me. Look at my body. I'm a slave. I'm a slut. All yours..."
Judy was studying for a sociology final when Judd showed up.
"Hi, Judy," Judd said.
"Hi, Judd," Judy said.
Judd sat down.
"I'm kind of busy right now," Judy said. "I'm cramming for
this soc final and--"
"Martin sent me," Judd said.
Judy slowly froze. "What?"
Judd was watching her. "Martin said I should pay you a
visit," Judd said slowly.
"He did?"
"Yes. Martin said it would be worth my while."
"Why is that?" Judy said, trying to keep herself from
trembling.
"Well," Judd said, watching her. "Martin said you would--be
nice to me."
"He did?" Judy was trying to look back at him boldly, but
she couldn't.'
"Yes. Yes, he did. He said that you would do anything I
wanted. That's what he said."
Judy didn't move. "I don't--I don't think--"
"Anything at all," Judd said. "Martin said you can't help
yourself."
"He said that?" Judy whispered.
"Yes. Is that true?"
"Oh god."
"Is it, Judy? Martin said I could do anything to you. That
you wouldn't stop me. That you want to do nasty things and be a
degraded whore. Is that right? Is it, Judy?"
"No," Judy said, whimpering. "No, god no."
"Martin said you fuck like an animal. He said you sucked his
cock in front of three other guys, and then you sucked all their
cocks, and you fucked them all. He said you love being made to
perform, being humiliated, being hurt. He said I could hurt you
if I want to. Can I, Judy?"
"Stop," Judy said, panting. "Please stop."
"I want you to suck my cock, Judy. Will you do that?"
"Stop. No. Go away. Oh Jesus Christ don't. Please."
"Judy," Judd said strongly. "I want you to suck my cock.
Now. I want to see you on your knees with my cock in your mouth,
and I want to watch your lips sliding up and down and your tongue
licking my cock until I come in your mouth. Or on your face. Do
it, Judy. Do it so I can go back and tell Martin all about it."
Judy was crying softly. And panting. Slowly, very slowly,
she stood up. And Judy said, "Do you want me to take my clothes
off first?"
"No," Judd said. "You can do that later. For the whip."
Judy moaned.
"On your knees," Judd said.
Judy sank slowly to her knees on the floor.
"Crawl to me. On all fours. Slowly."
And Judy got onto her hands and knees and crawled slowly
across the rug to where Judd was sitting.
"Kiss it," Judd said. "Kiss it through my pants."
And Judy did, kissing and tongueing his hard cock through
the cloth. Then Judd told her to take it out and she did and then
he told her to beg for it and Judy did and then he told her to
jam her mouth down over it all the way, and Judy did, and she was
choking and gagging and sobbing around his prick and Judd told
her to suck it very slowly and Judy knelt at his feet and sucked
on his prick like a lollipop, her head moving slowly up and down,
licking kissing, nibbling, sucking, moaning, crying. and Judd
said, "I'll make you do this again, Judy, in the middle of the
cafeteria, at high noon, so a couple hundred people can watch.
You'd love that, wouldn't you, Judy?"
Judy was moaning wildly.
"I want you to swallow all of this, Judy. And then I'm going
to whip you. That's the girl. Swallow yes..."
"Just try it, Bud, just call her a few dirty names and she
won't be able to control herself. Right, Judy?"
"Oh, damn you, Tom. Damn you to hell!"
"You gotta be kidding!"
"You want me to show you?"
"Tom, don't. Cut it out now. I'm not in the mood."
"But I can put you in the mood, Judy. Real quick. You know
that and I know it. What I want to do is let Bud here know it
too."
"No."
"Go on, Bud. Call her a dirty name. See what happens."
"I'm leaving."
"Oh no, Judy. Not yet."
"I am. Goodbye."
"Wait a minute, Judy--I said wait, you cunt!"
"I--I'm going--"
"Wait, you filthy whore. You cocksucking twat bitch. You
slimy slut piece of shit. Just stay where you are."
"Oh. Oh god, Tom. Oh god damn you. Oh."
"You see, Bud? What did I tell you. You want to try it?"
"Judy--"
"Oh don't, Bud. Please. Please don't--"
"Judy, you're a fucking whore slut. Isn't that right?"
"Don't--"
"Isn't that right, Judy-slut? Isn't it, Judy-cunt? Isn't
it?"
"Y-yes. Yes. Yes."
"Go down on your knees, Judy."
"Tom--oh I can't--I can't help it--I can't help it--"
"Good girl. What do you want her to do, Bud? She'll do
anything now. Won't you, Judy? Tell us. Go on. Say it."
"Oh, you--no--no--"
"No? No, you cocksucking crawling filthy shitface bitch?
No?"
"Oh. Oh. Ah. Yes. Oh yes ah god yes anything I'll do
anything make me do it make me do what you want I'm so filthy I'm
a filthy dirty cunt oh please yes make me hurt me oh yes son of a
bitch Tom please--"
"Tell Judy what you'd like to do to her, Bud."
"Oh Jesus, Judy, I want to fuck that gorgeous body of yours.
I want you to put that sexy mouth around my cock and suck on it
until I shoot down your swallowing throat. I want to have those
luscious long legs wrapped around my body and that body crushed
against me and those fine round tits squirming into my chest and
my prick so deep in your cunt you'll think it's coming out your
ass."
"Aahhh. Unnnhhhh. Do it. Do what you want."
"Look at her squirming around on the floor. Look at her
twisting and humping. You can't stop yourself, can you, Judy
bitch."
"No no please please do it make me do what I don't want to
do make me scream."
"Judy loves to be made to scream."
"Oh yes."
"She loves the whip cutting into her body, the strap
slashing across her smooth naked back, into her long shapely
thighs, across her high tender breasts. Don't you, Judy?"
"Unnnhhh. God. Oh god. Yes. I do. Yes. I can't--"
"And the lighted cigarette..."
"Oh Jesus dear sweet Jesus don't--"
"...hissing against the pink skin of her nipples, burlning
its way into her flesh--"
"No oh god yes oh--"
"She loves to be tied up for such torment, don't you, Judy?"
"Yes. Yes. Please. Yes."
"Pulled taut across a bed, spread eagled, straining, arms
and legs stretching, spread as wide as they can go, until those
thighs are quivering with strain, that body tight and tense,
helpless, defenseless, vulnerable. Or hung up by her wrists,
dangling in air, kicking vainly, all of her stretched to the
limit, sweating, agony, pain, hurting, twisting on the end of a
rope, arms pulling out of her shoulders, breasts pulling high and
taut and exposed. Or fastened by her hair, her head pulled back,
arms lashed behind her, breasts thrusting forward, begging to be
punished, whipped, burned, hit--"
"I want it you bastard I want it please do it to me."
"Strip for us, Judy. No. Stand up. Up. Yes. Now strip for
us. Slowly. No, Judy. Slowly. Stand facing Bud. And strip down.
Slowly. Feel the shame of it. Feel the humiliation. Know how you
are degrading yourself. Baring your body for us. Showing us your
naked body. It's so debasing, isn't it, Judy? So horribly
shameful. Isn't it?"
"Yes. God yes. Look at me. Look what I'm doing. Taking my
clothes off. I'm going to show you my tits now. And my legs. And
my cunt. I'm taking my panties off. Oh god fuck me. Use my mouth.
Come on my face. Make me crawl for you. Look I'm crawling I'm a
filthy dirty crawling slave whore and I want you to rape me I
want to suck your cocks I want you to use my body for your
pleasure. I'm your toy. Play with me. Hurt me. Whip me."
"What's going on here?"
"Nothing, Mr. Barrington."
"I'm going to have to--"
"Judy, ask Mr. Barrington if you can suck his cock."
"Oh no--I can't--please--"
"Judy slut bitch cunt, do it!"
"Oh. God. I--oh no--oh--I--Mr. Barrington--may I--may I suck
your cock?"
"Can I fuck her too?"
"Yes, you can fuck me, you can do anything to me."
"Hold her down. I want to whip that fine young voluptuous
body. Tom, pin her hands. Bud, hold her feet. On her back. Pull
her tight. Now, Judy. Will you scream for me?"
"I--Please--I--AAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHH!
"NOOOOOAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
"Now I'll fuck you. Spread her out. All the way. Now. Ah.
Fucking young Judy, I'm fucking you, Judy, I'm raping Judy. Kiss
me you fine bitch."
"NNN..."
"We want to do something new with you."
"Oh god. Oh dear god. What can you pssibly do to me that you
haven't done?"
"We want to piss on you."
"You--oh my god. Oh Christ. Oh Jesus god. You want to--"
"Can we do it?"
"That's filthy."
"That's why we want to do it. And that's why I think you
want us to do it. Don't you, Judy?"
"No."
"Judy?"
"Please. I--I don't--"
"What? What, Judy? I can tell it turns you on. Thinking
about it. Say we can piss on you, Judy."
"Oh Christ. I--if--I mean--Oh Jesus. Tell me about it."
"All right. I'll tell you about it. You will take off all
your clothes for us--and we know you love doing that, don't we--
and you will lie down naked, on your back."
"Where?"
"Ah. Well. Actually, probably the bathtub would be most
practical; but I like to think of you lying right on the floor.
On the rug. So you can roll around in it afterwards. And lick it
up while we watch."
"Oh dear sweet Christ."
"It's turning you on, isn't it, Judy. I can see your nipples
getting hard right through that shirt."
"No you can't, you liar."
"But they are, aren't they? You might as well tell us."
"Yes. All right. Yes. They are hard. All right? Just go
on."
"All right. You will be lying flat and all of us will stand
over you. All around you. And we will pull out our cocks and
start pissing. On you. On Judy's naked body. All over it. We will
piss on your breasts, on those hard stiff nipples, and we will
piss on your stomach, and we will piss on your thighs, and your
calves, yes, all along those fine rounded curvy gorgeous soft
smooth luscious shapely magnificent splendid superb legs that
you're so proud of. And yes, Judy, of course we will piss in your
face. Think about it. All of us will save up our piss all day
long just so we can use it on you. And all of that filthy smelly
stinking yellow piss cascading down all over your writhing naked
body. And pouring into your face. So much of it. In your mouth--
because, Judy, you will keep your mouth open for us."
"Oh Christ oh dear sweet god in heaven help me."
"Yes, you will have to keep that sexy mouth wide open all
the time, and the piss will pour into it, until you are choking
on it, swallowing so much of it, drinking it down, filling your
stomach with it--"
"I can't stand it, I can't--"
"Is your pussy wet, Judy? Is it?"
"Yes. Yes. Yes. Don't stop."
"And piss in your eyes, Judy, and piss up your nose and all
over your face and also in your hair, soaking that pretty brown
hair, until it's dripping, lank, sopping. And when there is no
more piss left in you, you will be one sopping, stinking, foul,
filthy, disgusting mass of piss, and you will be lying in piss,
and the rug all around you will be puddled with piss, and we will
make you roll around in it, rolling over in it, and then, Judy--"
"Oh no oh god no no oh sweet heaven--"
"Yes, Judy, and then we will command you to
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