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PAYING THE RENT 9 of 9 (Mg,cons, extreme-pedo)
BY CLIVE CLARRIS
[ part 9 ]
Chapter Twenty One
Claire's naked little body, tied to her Mummy began to glisten with
sweat as the full studio lights were turned on once more. Her little
pussy lips stung just a little from where Tim had pinned her to the
wooden horse, but otherwise the whip marks and nipple suction had left
nothing at all as witness to her earlier torture.
But this was different.
There were twenty men in the room, Sasha and Christopher and all knew
what was expected of them.
"We will be able to make our fortune from this one," Tim had confided in
Tony earlier.
Tim dribbled some body lotion from a pink bottle onto Claire's chest and
Sasha, still wearing the leather bondage straps, knelt down next to the
helpless Mother and daughter.
"We didn't think our games would lead to this, did we?" she whispered,
just a bit embarrassed by what she had to do almost naked in front of
all these men.
She placed her hands on Claire's little breasts and began to lightly
spread and massage the oil into her already damp skin, rubbing lightly
into the flesh of her chest, her tummy and her wide open legs. Her
fingers strayed close to Claire's little pussy and Susan felt a little
jump of surprise as Sasha ran her finger over the little budding clitoris.
As Sasha moved away a gain the video screens were full of Claire's
glistening young body lying helpless on top of her Mum.
Then Christoher came forward. Tony handed him the bottle of oil.
Christopher was having a good time. When he arrived he had been the most
apprehensive, but what twelve year old boy would not enjoy opportunities
to wank and be wanked? As the time had passed he was becoming more and
more excited by the world he had been brought into.
His role was to spread the oil of Susan's supporting body. She was far
more embarrassed about it than he was and the camera watched fascinated
as his fingers played with her nipples and breasts, teasing them out
from beneath Claire's back so that his fingers could explore. After all,
it was his best friend's Mum he was being asked to grope.
Susan began to squirm as he reached over between Claire's legs to rub
the oil into the inside of Susan's thighs. It wasn't long before he too
had found an already damp and opening pussy for his fingers to explore.
And he soon found a big pink clitoris pushing out from under its little
hood for his finger full of oil to gently rub.
Before long the two bodies were shining, little droplets of sweat under
the heat of the lights mixing with the oiliness of the body cream.
Then the first group of men gathered around. The camera on their
motorised hydraulic platforms went up high to look down at the bodies
strapped to the floor in the middle of the circle. Tony pressed a button
on the console.
What neither Claire nor Susan had noticed was that the rings they were
tied to actually surrounded a section of floor that could be raised or
lowered. Fifteen centimetres was all it took. As Susan felt her back
lifted, her arms and legs, with Claires firmly lashed to them remained
pulled down to the rings. Their bodies and heads were supported by the
raised box which stopped just at the base of Susan's spine. Their legs
were left splayed and open and Claire's little torso was thrusting up
towards the camera, and the men.
All were naked.
All were hard.
Some were very hard.
Some were very big.
They all began to feel the two exposed bodies. Neither were gagged, but
there didn't seem anything appropriate to say. Fingers began to pinch
nipples, tug at pussy lips and explore. Soon eight pairs of hands were
filling the screens and the girl's breathing was getting noticably faster.
Susan felt hands on her neck. Smooth gentle hands, sliding through the
oil, fingers playing wither her ears, straying to the corners of her
mouth. She looked up into Dev's eyes.
Most of the others were concentrating on little Claire.
A small pink rubber dildo and a slightly larger black one apppeared.
Susan felt Claire's body tense a little on top of her.
"Its alright," she whispered reassuringly. "Remember when we practised?"
A screen had been turned so that Susan and Claire could also see what
the cameras were tracking. The pink tip began to tease its way into the
little pussy. Centimetre by centimetre opening and enlarging.
Then the black one found Susan's. She felt Claire's legs, tied to hers,
struggling a little to make the intrusion easier. Soon both were in deep.
Then a slighly larger one. The little one was slid out, dripping already
from the inside of Claire's vagina. The black one re-appeared and moved
up. It stretched Claire a little more but not as much as the new blue
one was doing to Susan. The men doing the pushing began to use the newly
found wetness to allow them to slide in and out a few times, slowly.
Almost as if they were trying to enlarge the openings they were
exploring. Which of course, they were.
The green one looked strange. Susan thought, "That really is the wrong
colour for a dildo," as she felt Claire's body tense once more. Her
little nearly-eleven-year-old pussy was having its elasticity tested
again, as the big blue prick began to fuck her.
And still there were more. Until the rubber penises were pulled all the
way out between strokes leaving holes that were now gaping and beautiful
in their bright pink wetness.
Then the moment Susan knew was inevitable. The moment she knew would
excite her, scare her and concern her most. At least she was there to
re-assure. She couldn't have been closer. She could feel the sweat from
Claire's body mingling with her own. And the wetness from Claire's pussy
dripping down to her own labia.
"I love you darling," she whispered.
"Its alright, Mummy. I wan't to know what a real one feels like."
And then it was happening. The men sttod round in a circle, hands busy
with balls and cocks. Except for two. Kurt and Dev.
Susan had wondered who it would be. Now she wondered which it would be.
Kurt stood at the bottom of the box.
The camera showed a prick, hard and the same size as the blue dildo had
been, but pink and red and with the skin stretching back from the
engorged head, which already had a little shiny drip at its tip. His
balls hung hot and low beneath his erection. He touched it to Claire's
pussy and teased it so that the little tiny lips parted either side.
Susan couldn't watch. she closed her eyes. But then she had to. It was
too exciting and too fascinating to resist. She was going to be
supporting her daughter in her forst fuck in a way that Mother's
definitely shouldn't.
But then it was too late. It has happening and she couldn't do anything
to stop it.
Kurt began to push forward. The tip slipped inside. The preparation had
worked well. Susan's little baby daughter was about to be fucked. With
an audience!
The shaft was disappearing fast now. Claire jerked and audibly winced as
it reached the limit. Kurt sensed it too and began to slide out again.
His prick was dripping wet. "Did eleven-year-olds normally drip so
much," Susan thought.
Hands were wanking faster now, all around them. Kurt's movements were
speeding up. Susan felt the ropes tug each time he thrust and she could
feel and hear Claire beginning to pant.
She took her eyes off the video monitor. Dev was standing close behind
Kurt. Very close behind Kurt. He was not so tall and his shorther legs
accounted for their difference in height.
Susan felt something touch her own pussy lips. She already knew that
Dev's penis was longer than average and she realised that he was pushing
it slowly and inexorably into her own vagina.
The camera looked down from above and changed its angle slightly. Two
thrusting pricks. Two open pussys. Slowly but rythmically being invaded
together. Formation fucking.
Susan thought, "I hope Dev has bi-sexual tendencies. He won't enjoy this
very much if he doesn't like thrusting up against men's bottoms." Then
she realised what a strange thought that was to have, just before her
body began to dictate its own thoughts to concern her.
Kurt had little to do. Everytime Dev thrust he was forced to too. And
Dev really liked Susan.
And the other men's hands were getting faster. And some were getting
closer. Claire was panting and moaning more now. Susan suddenly realised
that her own voice was adding to the men's excitement as she felt
herself and her little daughter being fucked faster.
Then Tony intervened.
He didn't stop anyone doing what they were doing, though. He had just
remembers the ring gags. Susan felt her head being held as he pushed the
ring into her lips and strapped it in place. It took only seconds for
Claire's face to be distorted by her mouth being trapped wide open in
the same way.
A room full of fucking and wanking men and a mother and young, helpless,
naked, nubile little daughter with their pussies and mouths wide open.
"If you run out of film now, I'll personally castrate you," muttered an
unheared Tim at the back of the group.
Chapter Twenty two
Whatever had been planned for the second group in the audience was going
to be forgotten as they had all decided they were not going to be able
to wait. Two men fucking and eighteen men wanking generates a strangely
erotic musky, sweaty but not unpleasant atmosphere. And that was what
was happening. All over a little girl and her Mum.
Claire and Susan's eyes were wide open. All they could see were flying
fingers, waving huge erect cocks. All the could feel was their pussy's
being fucked, faster and faster. Who would be first.
A hand reached down for Claire's chin and tilted her head to one side.
the camera zoomed in close. Susan couldn't look away. The first spurt
splashed onto Claire's top lip, trailing over her open mouth, held wide
by the ring. Just as Susan was watching the second going straight into
the silver "O," she felt the cock in her pussy start to ejaculate. her
vagina was being flooded by Dev's seed as she felt the power of his
thrust deliver it deep inside her. Then she felt that familiar tingle
building up just as an even more familiar taste erupted in her own
mouth. A prich had been placed right up against her lips. Not a drop
from this one was going anywhere but in her mouth. She felt it splashing
over her tongue and into her throat.
Some of the men had remebered the wax effect from the earlier session.
Poor Claire was struggling with her first sexual experience and with her
breathing. More of the men were here for her youth. An it was her they
were aiming at. Her breasts, her mouth, her neck, her pretty little
nose. Some men are turned on by sperm splashing into eyes. And there
were twenty men. Some can come twice, given the right level of
excitement. And it didn't come much more exciting than this
Claire's Mummy was only supporting her now in the purely physical sense.
They were both fighting off orgasms. But the fucking and spunking wasn't
over yet.
As soon as one man moved away, his place was taken by another and the
yellowy white puddles were growing larger, although a surprising amound
seemed to be disappearing into Claire's little throat.
When Susan could hold off no longer, she felt dev finally pulling back.
She felt a real surge of frustration. She had been on the verge and now
there was nothing. Except Dev was more sensitive than to leave a lady at
a crucial moment. She felt a tongue begin to curl round her dripping
clitoris. It was all she needed. Her body tensed, inadvertantly
thrusting Claire's little open mouth up to meet a cock on its way into
the ring. And she came. And so did Claire. And so did three more men.
Two beautiful sperm, oil and sweat soaked bodies shook with the power of
their orgasms.
The men began to move away. The lights dimmed slightly.
The girls opened their eyes through the stickiness.
"Was that nice, Mrs Harper?"
The tongue that had brought Susan to her climax had been little
Christopher's. Dev had given him the ultimate treat.
Chapter Twenty Three
American's have a saying. What goes round, comes round.
Perhaps that's how Tim came to be in this predicament.
What had happened to Claire, Sasha, Christopher and Susan since the film
had all been good. Money does make a difference, despite what people try
to tell you.
But in the back of Claire's mind for months afterwards was this wicked
little thought that, if receiving torture could give you such huge
orgasms, what would inflicting it do to you?
It was pure chance that she had seen Tim parking at the motel that
night. It had given her plenty of time to find Sasha and Christopher and
make plans. Susan's friend Mike on the front desk had accidentally on
purpose left a key to Tim's room on the hook where it could be clearly
seen and easily borrowed. An ear to the door had confirmed that Tim was
fast asleep and they had let themselves silently in, just before midnight.
Tim was a heavy sleeper and slept nude. But even they had been surprised
that he hadn't woken up as they slid the covers off and tied his wrists
and ankles to the bedposts.
It was ironic really, that it had been Uncle Tony that had taken Claire
fishing a couple of times. The scarfe she had worn on that crisp Spring
morning was now firmly knotted into Tim's mouth and proved to be a very
effective gag. Claire had still been concerned that he would wake the
people in the next room, though, as she had tied the first barbed
fishing hook to the end of a line and pushed it through his left nipple.
The right nipple had proved very tough, and sharp though it was, it had
taken a couple of attempts to get the solid flesh to succumb to the
barbed point going through.
"Its only fair that you should know what being tortured actually feels
like, isn't it, sir?" she curtsied mockingly as Sasha took the tip of
his foreskin between finger and thumb, stretched it and held it for
Claire to begin to push the third fish hook and line through......
Claire felt Christophers hands, sneaking their way into her
panties....yet again.....