Author: Bulgroz the Third
Title: The Adjusters #20 - A Day in the Life (III)
Keywords: MF, mc
Posted: September 3, 2011
Edited: September 3, 2011




			  The Adjusters #20


		       A Day in the Life (III)


Lying in the sun on this relatively isolated beach near St John's, in
the Virgin Islands, Jennifer Hansen was not only enjoying the warmth
on her skin, but mainly the feeling of being herself, alone, free--if
only temporarily. Biff had gone to get some drinks, and this time he
had not left her any instructions aside from staying put and not to
hide her body. All in all, this was a rather minor set of
instructions. And so she was left to savor the pleasures of this
idyllic area of the Caribbeans, her very own gilded prison

She spotted from the corner of her eye a group of older teenage boys
walking past the towel she was lying on, local black kids judging from
their clothes and general demeanor, and saw them openly stare at
her. And why would they not? she reflected bitterly--I look amazing,
my body's taken to the sun like a fish to water, and this micro-bikini
hides absolutely nothing. When she felt their eyes on her, she could
not help the thrill of arousal shooting straight to her crotch, and
her body reacted automatically ever since--before she could complete
the thought, her nipples tightened, her thighs clenched, and her pussy
started juicing up. Here we go again.

The boys whistled as they walked past her. "Nice tits, babe!"--"Want
me to rub some lotion on you? I got great hands!"--"You fuck as good
as look?" Nothing terribly original, nothing she had not heard a
thousand times already since they had landed on this goddamned island
already a month ago.

She felt no compulsion to respond to their prompts--Biff had made sure
that her body would react to people looking at her, but mercifully did
not force her to engage in conversation automatically anymore--and she
was grateful that they did not actually stop to pester her. They kept
walking and admiring her body, their gaze lingering on her breasts,
barely covered by two small triangular patches over her nipples,
before traveling down to her taut stomach and then to her crotch, also
barely covered by a triangular patch even smaller than those over her
nipples, and then down her long naked legs. Biff wanted her on
display. She was insanely thankful that he was not there right then,
as he would almost certainly have made her put on a show of some sort
for those boys.

Biff. She could feel her body tense and her teeth clench. What had he
done to her? That question was still going round and round in her
head, like an earworm of which she could not rid herself. In those
rare instances when he let her speak freely, she had asked him--okay,
screamed at him--and he had always merely replied that it was magic
and that he had used his amazing mesmerizing powers, all of that said
with his most sufficient smile.

She had had a lot of time to reconstruct the sequence of events that
led her to her current situation, but she was missing a lot, and it
was not even clear that knowing what had happened was helpful. It
started with Biff cornering her after one of her classes back in
January, and he must have drugged her because everything was a blur
after that, a blur in which images flashed in and out--lab equipment,
Biff, a bespectacled young man she would later learned was called
Bernie, other images that she could not identify. And then the
memories of what she caught herself calling her disconnected
life--obeying whatever Biff told her to do, her consciousness a silent
passenger in her own body, a witness to the events of her life, unable
to affect them. When Biff had showed up at her apartment and ordered
her to give him head. When he had called her after class the next day
and told her to dress sexy and go meet him and he had taken her for
the first time, while he recorded everything, and afterwards when
Bernie had shown up and injected her with something and everything
became a blur again. When they skipping from cheap motel to cheap
motel, finally ending up in that abandoned farm house. Until this trip
to the Caribbeans, that had seemed to so anger Biff. Memories. She had
screamed herself hoarse there at the beginning--in a manner of
speaking, of course, since she was trapped inside her own head. But
not anymore. She was tired of screaming. It did not work. Nothing
did. She was a toy for Biff, a life-sized doll for him to play with.

And play with her he did.

It had been nonstop since that first day, over and over again. She
shivered internally just thinking about it all. He did not seem to get
tired of taking her. Wherever they were, whomever was around, he would
slip his dick between her legs and take her, hard and fast. He loved
her mouth, spending many hours just sitting back and watching her bob
her head up and down on his dick until she felt her jaw would fall
off. And he had a special spot for her ass, which he had fucked for
the first time after a week of preparation. Plucking her anal cherry,
he still called it. Bastard.

Two months of sexual slavery. There was no other word for it. She
hated it, hated it all, which made it all the more worse. Because Biff
had made sure that her body would be exquisitly sensitive to any sort
of stimulation, even just being looked at. Just the thought of
someone's hands running down her sides to her hips was enough to make
her pussy tingle in anticipation. And when a dick slid inside
her--Jesus, it felt like nothing else in the world! She hated what she
was doing, what she had no choice of doing, but at the same time, she
was at the receiving end of pleasure unlike any she had ever felt
before. Her body was betraying her, over and over again. Is that how
you go insane? she wondered.

Had she, in fact, gone insane? Was that the explanation? Was this all
a supremely complex hallucination her sick brain was conjuring up?
That thought was almost comforting. A vision of herself in an insane
asylum--in a corner of a fully padded room, drooling all over herself,
arms tied in a straight jacket to keep her from frigging herself to
death--flashed in her mind, and even that image made her pussy juice
up. Another wonderful gift from Biff, who thought it was a hoot to get
her body to react with arousal whenever she felt humiliated.

At the periphery of her perception, she felt the teenage boys moving
away, turning their heads to look at her and let their eyes crawl over
her exposed body one last time.

One last time. Daniel. Oh God, Daniel! Stop it, she chided
herself. Don't go there. But she did. She flashed back to that one
last time she had seen her fiance, fast asleep in their bed and
hugging her pillow. He had looked so peaceful, untroubled by anything,
almost innocent. She had wanted to shake him awake, beg him to run
away with her, run far, far, away from Biff and his friends. But she
did not. She could not. Biff's instructions had been to act normal
until he contacted her again, and so she had merely kissed Daniel
lightly on the forehead, left him a short note to thank him for what
she feared was their last night together and to tell him that she was
thinking of renting a movie for the evening. And then she had gone to
class. And then Biff had snatched her away. "Dress sexy, doll" Biff
had told her, "and come meet me at this address." And she had done
it. She had gone back home to pick up her sexiest yet classy
outfit--her favorite dress shirt with that short black skirt that she
had worn at her prom and had made her date almost spill his drink--and
she had had one last look around, scared beyond measure that she would
not be allowed to return, that Biff would keep her to himself,
unwilling to let her go, and unable to do anything about it. She had
felt so alone, would have given anything for a chance to feel Daniel's
arms around her telling her everything would be all right. But that
kind of succor had not been available--it rarely was, she had
discovered early in life--and she was now indeed alone.

All the more so because who knew what Daniel thought of her at this
moment? As far as he knew, she had dumped him to go frolic with
Biff. The fact that on their last night together, following Biff's
instructions to fuck him as well as she knew how, she had seduced her
fiance by telling him a story featuring Biff must have felt like
twisting the knife in the wound. Never mind that she had been trying
to tell him what had happened to her, within the leeway of the
instructions that Biff had given her--Daniel had not picked up on the
clues. And why should he have, she despaired, it's not like I was
behaving much different than usual. And clearly, he had seemed to
enjoy it.

Oh, Daniel had searched for her at first, she was sure of it. That may
even have been the reason why Biff had had them leave town so
fast. And there had been that sleazy-looking private investigator on
their tail, too. But of course, Biff had been unable to resist the
temptation and had sent her off to seduce the man, telling her to
offer him her best blow job, and also to give him her engagement ring
and a message for Daniel, namely that it was all over between
them. Between that and the video clips of her fucking with enthusiasm
and eagerness and imagination that Biff recorded and that he said he
regularly emailed to Daniel--he had this sick kick of wanting to
torture Daniel by showing him how much of a slut his fiancee could be
for other men, like the first time Biff claimed her ass, her first
threesome with another girl, her first gangbang--well, she could
understand that Daniel might want nothing else to do with her.

And when Biff had discovered that she liked to write, had a talent for
spinning tales, and had forced her to send emails to Daniel recounting
her adventures--porn, pure and simple, with me as the star, she
thought--she could only imagine that Daniel would think she was
enjoying torturing him, and might want to just forget about her,
thinking of her as a cruel cheating bitch. How could she blame him?
She could not hope that he trusted her enough to know that she was not
doing any of it of her own free will. After all, even she did not
understand what was happening. Were Daniel right before her, she would
not know even where to start explain what was going on. And that's
assuming that Biff would let me talk freely--she shivered at what Biff
could make her do or say were she to see Daniel again. Perhaps it was
all for the best that she was so far from him.

"So did those boys check you out good, doll?" Biff's voice, always
faintly mocking, boomed from behind her. His shadow crept over
her. "Beause I gotta tell you, the view's damn nice from up here."

She looked up over her sunglasses at the upside-down hulking
figure. He was holding two large glasses filled with multicolored
liquid in swirling patterns. He was wearing a tee shirt and bermuda
shorts, the typical American student on an island party binge
outfit. Here we go again, she moaned inside, realizing that she had
hoped without hope that he would take longer to do what he did.

"They did, big guy," she said, unable to control her words or her tone
of voice, low and sultry. In her mind, she pictured it as a thick
veneer over her personality, one that she had absolutely no control
over, making her act as a nymphomaniac girlfriend--all per Biff's
instructions, of course. It was still her, anyone could head, anyone
could tell, but she was not driving. Even though she had been living
like this for weeks now, it remained disconcerting and scary as all
hell. "Jennie could see them stare at her big titties, wanting to grab
them and press into them hard, you know, the way you like to do it?
But they just walked away." She managed to sound disappointed.

Bill grinned, and dropped down next to her. He handed her one of the
glasses. The concoction tasted like someone had poured out a bottle of
rum, and added some fruit juice as an afterthought to give it
color. Yet, she drank it, propped on one elbow.

"Sorry you didn't get to feel their hands on you, doll. I know how you
like strangers groping you. I bet you're all wet now, ain't you? My
little beach slut..."

Jenn felt her hand move to her crotch and push aside the tiny triangle
covering her slit and run a finger through it. She moaned softly, her
hips shifting up with the motion. She did not fight her body--that
never worked anyways--and she was rewarded by a lance of pleasure
stabbing through her clit. She pulled her finger out and brought it to
her lips, letting it hover teasingly. "You're absolutely right, big
guy. Jennie is dripping wet, as you can see." she said, sliding her
wet finger through her lips and sucking on it, her eyes in Biff's
eyes. "Jennie is all ready for you. Would you like to fuck Jennie? You
could give those boys a little show. Show them what they're missing
out on?" Please don't, she pleaded internally. Not out here. Take me
back to our room if you're gonna have me.

Biff let his eyes travel down her body, and he licked his lips. Jenn
felt her nipples tighten in response, and she knew full well that Biff
had noticed, because he grinned widely. But rather than proceed with
fondling her, as she was expecting, he leaned back and stared in the
distance where the teenage boys were kicking a soccer ball around,
drinking beer. He grinned again.

"A tempting offer, doll, but I have another idea. It's been a while we
haven't recorded a little something for your ex-fiance, hasn't it? I
think I know exactly what would make for a great movie." He paused
dramatically, taking a sip from his drink.

Oh fuck, she thought, not that.

Biff seemed to read her mind. "How about you go and see those boys
down there and invite them over to our suite later tonight? I think
it'll be fun. We'll have ourselves a little party. Go on, doll, go
invite then. Now."

His tone made the command clear, so there was no room for her to
interpret his instructions creatively. She reluctantly accepted that
she would most likely be the star of another gangbang tonight. One
day, she thought, one day I'll get you for this, you fucking bastard.

She stood up and shook off the sand that had blown onto her skin. As
she reached down to grab her towel, Biff stopped her. "No," he said,
shaking his head. "Go like that. I don't want you covering that hot
little body of yours. Besides, how are you going to convince them to
come along if you're not showing off your wares? Whatever you do, make
sure they accept your gracious invitation. I want you at your most
persuasive, if you know what I mean." He winked exaggerately.

She felt her face smile, her hips cock to the side. "Of course, big
guy. Jennie will be at her most convincing. She will use her
best... arguments." She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, to her
own embarrassment.

"Looks good, doll. Whatever works. Now move that cute ass of yours
before they scram."

She could feel his eyes on her body as she made her way down the beach
to where the boys that had ogled her earlier were hanging out. She
tried to focus on the warm sand beneath her feet, the hot sun on her
skin, the light breeze that caught in her hair, anything to avoid
thinking about what she was doing. This place would be so perfect if
it wasn't for... you know...

As she neared them, her body went automatically into what she had come
to call high seduction mode. Her steps became shorter, her movements
more fluid, her hips swayed more--every movement ensuring that her
breasts would bounce as much as possible. She knew her face harbored a
little smile, her eyes unreadable behind dark sunglasses, but looking
hungry. She reached up to untie the ponytail that kept her hair up and
let her long hair cascade down to her shoulders. She had no
illusions--she knew she looked like a wet dream, and could foresee
exactly what the next few minutes would look like. She braced herself
for it, knowing there was no fighting it, and she hated that all she
was left with was trying to find solace in the pleasure that those
boys ogling and pawing her would bring.

The boys noticed her when she was almost upon them. One of them saw
her first and stared--earning a soccer ball to the face for his
trouble--and he pointed her out excitedly to his friends. They stopped
what they were doing and watched her approach. This time they remained
silent, probably unsure of her intentions.

She advanced in the middle of the rough semicircle they formed, all
five of them. Once there, she stuck a model's pose, head high, chest
thrust out, with one leg off the side and one hand on her hip. "Hello
boys," she said, her voice low, caressing, enticing.

The boys stared, dumbstruck. Their eyes roamed up and down her body,
and it reacted to the attention. She felt her breasts swell, her clit
throb, her pussy moisten. Her body was getting ready for sex. Getting
primed, Biff called it, like a car revving up before a race. From the
boys' expressions, she knew they had noticed her nipples hardening
through her minuscule bikini. Here she was, practically naked but for
a few patches of material on her nipples and her crotch, tanned and
glistening and looking like a goddess on this Caribbean beach.

"You boys like what you see?" Clearly they needed a bit of a push. All
their earlier bluster seemed to have gone out of them. They looked
like the teenage boys they were, unsure how to act with a woman that
was comfortable with her own sexuality. Little do they know, she
thought. "You were certainly looking at Jennie hard enough back
there. It made Jennie feel all dirty. And you know what?" She paused,
then slowly spun on herself, hearing them gasp when she faced away
from them and they could see exactly how much material was not
covering her rear, getting a perfectly view of her ass barely marred
by a tiny string running between her cheeks. When she completed her
turn, she saw that they all sported erections. "Jennie really enjoys
feeling dirty," she purred.

They were staring at her, silent, motionless. She had taken them by
surprise, she figured. Between the fact that she was taking the
initiative, and the fact that she was referring to herself in the
third person--something Biff had her do once and had made permanent
once he realized how much he enjoyed it and how much it disgusted
her--the boys had no idea what she was up to, and would not make a
move. She, therefore, had the take the first step.

She cast her attention towards one of the boys, who had his eyes glued
to her breasts. He was of average height, and looked like every other
local boy on the island. He looked young, innocent, and his eyes
seemed kind. She smiled, and took a step towards him. "Do you like
them?" she asked him. His eyes widened and he looked like he was about
to scamper away. "It's okay," she soothed him. "You can look. You can
look as much as you want. After all, if Jennie wears a suit likes
this, it must be because she wants boys like you to look, don't you
think?" She slid her hands beneat her breasts and hefted them up,
squeezing them together. The boy's eyes widened even more. "Would you
like to touch them?" she asked softly. The way that boy was looking at
her made her almost blush--he was acting like he was in the presence
of an angel. She smiled encouragingly, and stepped yet closer to
him. The boy lifted a hand, cautiously, hesitatingly, and let it hover
a few inches from her chest without going any further. There was a
deep silence, the tension building, almost palpable.

The spell was broken when one of the boys, taller than the others,
spoke up. "Come on, Tiger, what are you waiting for?" He tried to
sound cool, but there was a hesitation in his voice, a tremor. When
she did not react, he continued, the hesitation gone. "Come on, grab
her tits already!" There he is, she thought, the one I have to get on
board. Get him, and they'll all follow. The boy he had called Tiger
came to a decision, and ran two fingers from the middle of her chest
down to the insides of one of her breasts before palming it with a
slightly shaking hand.

Jenn moaned. Not only was her body primed to respond to the boy's
touch, but it actually felt good. And from the look on Tiger's face,
this must have been the first time he had touched a woman's
breast. She cooed softly. "There you go, Tiger. Just like that--press
on it. Does it feel good?" His eyes never leaving her chest, he
nodded, slowly, a wonderful smile spreading over his features.

Tiger squeezing her breasts--he now had both of his hands on her
chest, caressing her--was the needed catalyst. One of the boys, tall
and gangly, cheered--"Hell yeah! Tiger! Squeeze her tits!"--while the
remaining two high-fived and grinned widely. Jenn looked around the
group, catching the eyes of every single one of the boys while Tiger
had his two hands on her breasts fondling and stroking them softly.

Everyone was staring at her with what she recognized as hunger in
their eyes, having lost their initial uneasiness, and the pairing of
their evident lust and Tiger's hands groping her triggered a wave of
arousal to surge through her body. Her gaze landed on the tallest boy,
the one that had urged Tiger on just before. His eyes were slowly
roaming over her body, taking in every detail, and Jenn was painfully
aware of how naked she actually was. She wanted to blush and cover
herself, but instead looked directly at the tall boy, a teasing smile
on her face. Time to close the deal, she thought.

She gently took Tiger's hands in hers and took a step forward to give
him a kiss on the corner of the mouth. "Thank you Tiger. Your hands
felt wonderful," she whispered. Tiger did not respond, only looked at
her with his large eyes. Following some instinct, she added, "you must
be quite popular with the ladies. You have great hands." He blushed
violently, but still said nothing.

Jenn turned towards the tall boy, and slowly, teasingly, took the few
steps needed to bring her right in front of him. "Hey there," she
said, keeping her voice low. She took another step, and was now deep
into his personal space, her face no more than six inches from his. He
was maybe half a head taller than she was, so she had to look up
slightly. She put on her best doe eyes. "And what's your name?"

"They call me Bulldog," he said.

"Jennie."

"Yeah, I kindda got that." He looked down to her chest, admiring what
Tiger had handled just seconds earlier.

"Tiger, Bulldog... do you all have animal names?"

Bulldog nodded. "That's us. We're the Wild Crew. We're the bad boys
around here. You got Weasel over there--" he pointed to a slight boy
with short cropped hair, a quiet demeanor, and shifty eyes, "you got
Mantis--" he pointed to the tall gangly boy who had cheered earlier,
"and then you got Rhino there--" and he pointed to a large boy
standing between Mantis and Tiger. Every one of the boys responded to
their name by striking a pose with some attitude--trying to impress
her with their power and coolness. Right--the bad boys around
here. She would have laughed had she been able to. Instead, she turned
her attention back to Bulldog.

"So you're the boss then? The top dog, so to speak?"

The boys chuckled at that, and Bulldog gave a twisted smile.

"You could say that. That's my crew, right here."

"Well, you should know, Bulldog, that Jennie was getting pretty lonely
down there, all by herself, and she is in the mood for some fun
tonight. Do you think Jennie could interest you and your crew in a
little party that she and her boyfriend are throwing tonight?" Jenn
stepped closer to Bulldog, the tip of her nipples grazing his chest
through her bikini, her lips a breath away from his.

"A party, huh? And who's going to be there at that party of yours?"
Bulldog ran the tip of his finger from her shoulder to the crook of
her elbow, sending shivers down her spine.

"Well," said Jenn, looking coy, "there's going to be you, and
hopefully him, and him, and him, and him, and--of course--Jennie and
her boyfriend."

"Right. And what about that boyfriend of yours?"

"Oh, he's cool. Let's just say that he likes to share his toys. And
Jennie is by far his favorite toy to share."

Jenn closed the distance between her and Bulldog, her breasts pressing
against his naked chest. She felt shivers run down from her sensitive
nipples all the way down to her crotch. She exhaled, knowing that
Bulldog could feel her warm breath on his lips.

Bulldog's eyes narrowed slightly. "Sounds too good to be true..." he
said, his voice trailing off.

"Oh it is," whispered Jenn, her voice throaty. "It's better than
anything you could possibly imagine. You know those dreams you have at
night when no one is looking? Jennie can make all of those dreams come
true. It will be a party you won't forget--ever." She pressed her lips
on his, and like a dam bursting he grabbed her and pulled her against
him, squishing her body, flattening her breasts against his chest. Her
leg slinked between his, rubbing up and down slowly. The kiss
deepened, his tongue invading her mouth, her own responding in
kind. Jenn was used to kissing strange men by now, and while it was
not pleasant, at least his breath was fresh. She tried her usual
trick, shutting off her mind and imagining that she was in a deep
embrace with Daniel, and that made it somewhat more bearable.

Bulldog ran a hand down her back and cupped one of her ass cheeks,
pulling her pelvis up and hard against his crotch, and she felt the
raging erection in his shorts. Her body reacted to the contact as if
she had touched a hot plate. She stiffened and shivered and moaned in
his mouth, and he kissed her harder. Part of her, the part she could
not control, the part that Biff had messed with, wanted nothing more
than to feel Bulldog's hard cock ravaging her. She marveled at the
strength of the feeling, knowing that however much the act might
disgust her, it would also bring her untold pleasure. That was Biff's
cruel legacy, to make her enjoy--crave--something she hated so much.

Bulldog eventually broke the kiss, leaving her panting. He grinned
smugly. "Fine. We'll come to your party. But I'll hold you up to what
you said. It better be worth it."

"Oh, it will be worth it, trust Jennie. Eight o'clock, room 13 of the
Lilac Bloom. You know where it is?"

"Of course."

"Jennie will see you all there, then." Jenn exhaled within the
confines of her mind. This had been easier than she had feared. She
turned around, making sure to give Bulldog a good look at her ass, and
his intake of breath was enough to suggest he greatly enjoyed the
view.

The boy called Tiger was still looking at her, but unlike all the
others, he was staring straight at her face. She smiled, and stepped
up to him. She caressed his face, young and soft. "How about you,
Tiger? Are you going to be there this evening? Are you going to come
and party with Jennie?" Tiger nodded forcefully.

"Jennie thinks you and her will have a lot of fun together," she
whispered. She leaned over and kissed him softly on the mouth, closing
her eyes. His lips were tentative, and she instinctively knew that
this was his first time kissing a girl. The kiss was a bright flare of
innocence in a past several weeks severely lacking any. The thought
that she would likely take his virginity tonight made her feel both
guilty and warm inside, as well as adding to her overall arousal.

Her hand lingering on his face and his untrained lips, she turned to
go, happy to leave their circle and their leering gaze. She had taken
three steps before the tall gangly boy that Bulldog had called Mantis
spoke up.

"Hey Jennie--who's Biff?"

Jenn's heart sank. Of course--what did I expect, that they would not
notice?

Like Biff had instructed her to do whenever the situation arose, she
turned around to face the five boys, and stood straight, her hand
running down the sides of her body to rest on the strings of her
bikini bottoms, pushing them out slightly and framing the tattoo that
graced her lower belly in a rainbow arc a hair's breath above her
clit--the words "Biff's Cunt" in dark red ink. She remembered when
Biff had brought her to that tattoo parlor, how embarrassed she had
been to strip down and let the artist work, having to reply pleasantly
to his sexist banter, while Biff stood by regaling the artist with
anecdotes about her many sexual skills. Biff had contemplated letting
the tattoo artist fuck her by way of payment, but he had not followed
through. Biff had also toyed with the idea of having her nipples
pierced, but there again he had not followed through. But the threat
lingered in the air, and it served to emphasize just how little
control she had over Biff making permanent changes to her body.

And now, everyone that she stripped for, everyone that she fucked,
everyone that was granted use of her body could not help but see that
tattoo over her pussy, and they sometimes asked about it, sometimes
merely snickered, and always it reminded her of what she was.

None of this showed on her face. She smiled wide to the five boys, her
hands framing her tattoo. "Biff is Jennie's boyfriend, of course." She
winked at them all. "Jennie will see you all later, boys."

Leaving them with their questions, she turned on her heels and left,
making sure that she swayed her ass tantalizingly as she walked.



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Later that evening, there was a knock at the door of the suite. It was
about ten minutes past eight. Jenn was in the bathroom, putting the
finishing touches on her makeup, laying a fire-engine red coating over
her lips. "Make yourself pretty," Biff had told her.

She heard him go answer the door, his bulk making the thin floor
shake. He had kept her on the edge of orgasm all afternoon and all
evening, fingering her and making her play with her dildo for hours,
until she had ended up drenched in sweat and shaking with frustration,
but still he would not let her come. Yet another instructions he had
saddled her with many weeks earlier--she could only achieve orgasm
when he said so, and he loved to hear her beg for the privilege. That
he seemed to enjoy to see her come was a small blessing, de facto
guaranteeing that she would get release most times, but that she was
subject to his will even in such personal matters, well, it was one
additional humiliation in a rapidly growing pile.

"Well look at that," came Biff's voice from the other room. "Hey there
guys. You're right on time. Jennie's finishing getting ready. Come
in." She heard the noise of several people entering the suite. "You
must be Bulldog. Good name, my man!" The sound of a hand slapping a
back.

"Thanks. You Biff?" Jenn could hear the slight hesitation in Bulldog's
voice. Biff could be intimidating at times. "That's Weasel there, and
Tiger, Mantis, and Rhino."

Jenn heard Biff laugh. "Right! Jennie told me about your gang
names. Well, welcome, all of you. Wanna beer?"

"Look, man. Biff. Huh... about your girl..." started Bulldog.

Jenn could understand the boy's unease. He had really no idea what was
going on, aside from knowing he had been invited to a party by a girl
wearing a sneeze of a swimsuit, willing to french kiss him and let one
of his mates play with her breasts.

She adjusted her corset. It was really the only thing she was wearing,
if one did not count the black stockings and the black spike heels. A
beautiful red corset, cinching her waist and hiding next to nothing of
import. The half cups only served to push her breasts up, as if on
offer, exposing everything from her nipples upwards. Down below, the
corset stopped at her waist, revealing her shaved pussy, wet from the
previous arousal, as well as her tattoo. The stockings were hooked up
to the corset with garters. She looked like a stereotypical teenage
jack-off fantasy girl--big tits, small waits, tight ass, stockings and
heels. If that did not convince those boys that they were here to fuck
her, and fuck her good, nothing would. Unfortunately for her.

That this corset, this red corset that wrapped her body like a second
skin, was also the corset she wore when Biff took her anal virginity
only added layers of significance to this whole charade. She had to be
thankful for small favors; at least the boys would not do her there,
at least not tonight. She smoothed down her stockings, and made sure
her breasts were properly on display. In the other room, Biff was
answering Bulldog's question.

"She's a sight, ain't she? One thing you gotta know about Jennie,
though, is that she's a complete and utter slut. That's why we decided
to invite a bunch of guys here tonight--she's gonna skin my dick raw
if I don't distract her. So we figured that getting a bunch of young
studs to fuck her until she passes out will help satisfy her a
bit. Hope you don't mind putting in some work tonight."

That was her cue. Might as well get on with it, she thought. Whether I
resist or not, it will happen anyways. Maybe they'll make it
fun. Weirder things have happened. She fluffed up her hair, wet her
lips, then strode out of the bathroom.

The boys stopped and stared when she emerged. She had to admit their
reaction was adorable. For all of Bulldog's bluster, he was staring at
her with the same wide-eyed wonder the rest of the boys were
exhibiting. They were all there, dressed in typical island garb, tee
shirts and bermuda shorts with sandals on their feet. Biff was
grinning.

She posed for a few seconds with her chest thrust out, and then she
walked up to Bulldog, gliding across the floor putting one long leg
before the other. She wrapped her arms around him, pulled him close,
and kissed him hard. He kissed her back, after a moment's
pause. Probably thinking of Biff standing right there. His breath
smelled of smoke this time, his hands were rough and hungry as they
slid almost immediately down to her ass and squeezed as she kissed him
harder. She could feel his erection grow against her crotch, and she
pushed her own into it, seeking to deepen the contact.

"Thanks for coming," she said in her best smoky voice, once they let
up to breathe.

"I told them that you were hoping they'd fuck you long and hard,
doll. So they know the deal," interjected Biff.

"Wonderful," she said, much against her will, yet with a voice full of
lust. "Jennie gets to feel five hard cock plowing her tonight. She's
already wet just thinking about it. Feel." And she grabbed Bulldog's
hand and brought it down between her legs and he palmed her pussy and
indeed she was soaked, her body preparing for her upcoming
gangbang. Much to her annoyance, she had to admit that his hand felt
good on her burning pussy.

As Bulldog slowly fingered her, making her moan, Biff continued. "You
may want to welcome the rest of the gang too, doll. Wouldn't want them
to feel left out."

Well, this has to begin somewhere, she thought. Disengaging herself
from Bulldog's grasp, with a look that promised that she would make it
up to him later, she strode towards Mantis, and kissed him as well. He
was taller than she was and lankier, and he did not know where to put
his hands, as if he were too shy to touch her despite the fact that
she had glued her body to his. She did all the work on that
kiss--Mantis barely opening his mouth until her tongue forced it open.

Next over was Weasel, who unlike Mantis wasted no time before
slobbering all over her. His tongue was licking her tonsils and his
hands were grabbing her ass before she even had her arms around
him. He was a sloppy kisser and kept panting the whole time, but when
his fingers found the base of the plug embedded in her ass, it fired
off delicious sensations from her sensitive rear all the way to the
tip of her nipples.

She was almost shaking with arousal by the time she got to Tiger, who
was still staring at her like a love-struck teenager. She smiled
sweetly--that took no effort, she genuinely liked him for some odd
reason--and approached him slowly. As opposed to the last three boys,
she did not wrap her arms around him to kiss him, but instead took his
hand and brought it up to her breast as she had done earlier that day,
and held it there with her own hand.

His hand felt good on her breast, and she leaned over to kiss him,
softly, on the lips, and the kiss turned deep, as she reached down
with her free hand to massage his hardening cock through his
shorts. He moaned as he started humping her hand, his own clenching on
her breast. Part of her wanted to drop down to her knees and take him
in her mouth.

Finally, she stepped up to Rhino, the largest boy, who shared Biff's
heft without the height. He was looking at her weirdly, with lust in
his eyes. Big and dumb, the thought popped in her head. Which was not
very charitable, but considering that those boys were there to rape
her--granted, they could not know that--she did not feel charitable in
the least. She kissed him and he grabbed her in response in a giant
bear hug, kissing her back and pressing her against him. Her breasts
were squished against his chest. His large hand went down to her ass
and pressed her pelvis against his crotch, hard. She gasped when she
felt the iron bar that was hiding in his pants, and realized at once
why his nickname was Rhino. She feared what would happen if he tried
to penetrate her.

Weasel must have read her face because he snickered. "Yeah, Rhino's
hung like a fuckin'... well... rhino."

Rhino broke the kiss and laughed at that, while Jenn continued dry
humping him, the feeling of the giant cock against her sending her
body into a frenzy.

Biff was watching her, and Bulldog was watching Biff. When she let go
of Rhino, she was left with her body trembling, her nipples rock hard,
a light sheen of sweat on her face, all of it a testimony to an
arousal she felt deep in her bones and deep in her crotch. Biff had
given her his instructions fifteen minutes earlier before her shower:
"You will wear something nice, doll--you know what I like--something
that screams 'come and fuck me stupid,' and you will greet everyone
that comes through that door in the next half-hour like a long lost
lover. Then you will fuck them, to the best of your
abilities. Anything goes, except your ass. No one puts anything in
your ass. Put in a butt plug up there. Just like old times. I know how
much you like a fat plug up your slutty ass, doll."

She had merely nodded. She had been glad about him keeping the boys
out of her ass, even though the butt plug was uncomfortable. It was
one of the largest ones, too, one of the ones that she had used to
train herself so that Biff could take possession of her last hole
without injuring her, several weeks before. And the outfit she was
wearing now was the same that she had worn on that fateful day as
well--no surprise, it was Biff's favorite outfit--her "anal slut
outfit," he called it. Well, I won't have to worry about that tonight,
she mused. Her mouth, pussy, and breasts would take the abuse. Small
consolation.

Biff was talking, while she slowly walked towards the bed, making sure
to sway her hips wide. "Well, boys, there she is. Have fun. Anything
goes, really, but don't mark her up, and don't go near her ass. That's
mine."

Weasel grinned. "Hey, I thought her cunt was yours?"

Jenn sat at the edge of the bed and saw the look Biff gave Weasel, and
hoped they would beat each other up before they had time to do
anything to her. No such luck. Biff merely shook his
head. "Whatever. No ass play. The plug stays in. You try to take it
out, I work you over good and rape your fuckin' ass. But everything
else is fine. Come wherever the fuck you want--her cunt, her face, her
ears. Piss on her for all I care. Have fun, boys, she's something."

"What about you?" asked Bulldog, still looking at Biff.

Biff shrugged. "Don't worry about me. I'm in the mood to watch
tonight. I can fuck her anytime I want, anyways. Fact is, I want to
make sure I don't miss any of the action." He pick up a small
camcorder resting on the table. "Hope you guys don't mind a little
souvenir?"

Bulldog eyed Biff. "Do we get a copy?"

"Of course. It's half the fun. She's quite a show when she gets into
it. Right, doll?"

Jenn knew this was her cue, and she was helpless to respond. She
spread her legs wide, and ran two fingers--fresh nail polish red
against her tanned skin--through her soaked slit. "You know full well
Jennie loves fucking more than anything else, big guy. And the more
the messier." She put those fingers in her mouth, closing her eyes,
sucking hard on the digits while her hips tilted in time with her
sucking, riding a ghost shaft.

Mantis grunted. "Oh fuck--look at that!" His voice was reedy thin,
like his body.

Weasel seemed to have misgivings. "I don't know, man--with him
watching..."

Biff looked at him, shrugged his shoulders. "If you want to leave,
door's right there. Don't let the knob fuck your ass on the way out."

Weasel looked like he was about to say something but changed his mind.

Biff clapped his hands. "Come on, do your worst. Jennie, doll, you
might want to give them a show to get them in the mood." He went to
sit on a large chair in the corner of the room, lifting up the camera,
a smile on his face.

And that was how the evening started. Jenn leaned back on the bed,
closed her eyes, spread her legs, and started pleasuring herself, her
fingers dancing along her shaved slit, her thumb pressing against her
clit. Her arousal was making her moan. While she knew that she would
not come until Biff told her to, that did nothing to stop her from
trying. She had no choice, no will. Her pussy was burning up, craving
to be filled, stretched, pounded. She shoved three fingers inside, but
it was a poor substitute, and before too long she was begging for a
cock. The room was silent, except for her panting, and the wet sounds
of her fingers sliding in and out.

And then she felt hands on her legs, on her ankles. She opened her
eyes, saw Bulldog standing at the foot of the bed, naked. Around the
bed, the others boys were naked as well, except for Tiger, standing by
the wall, looking at her intently. Bulldog ran his hands up to her
knees, his touch light through the stockings.

"Hello Bulldog," she groaned to the tall boy. "Would you like to fuck
Jennie? She's kept her pussy warm and ready for you." She was still
thrusting her fingers in and out--doing this with a man standing right
over her was driving her body crazy.

"I can see that," replied Bulldog.

His hand on her knees, he pushed her legs apart and upward, spreading
her open. He pushed his hips forward, and his cock hit the back of her
hand at her crotch. She grasped the hard shaft and rubbed her slicked
fingers over it a few times before pulling him inside her.

She gasped and moaned when he penetrated her. He was not especially
large, but between the plug in her ass and the spreading of her legs,
her pussy was pleasantly tight. Which Bulldog seemed to appreciate, as
his face changed and he closed his eyes as he pushed all the very into
her. Her pussy gave way slowly, despite her warm-up, but eventually he
was embedded all the way inside, and Jenn's body went into overdrive.

"Oh fuck," she groaned. "You fill Jennie up so good,
stud. Deeper--Jennie wants to feel you deeper. Fuck Jennie, you
stud. Fuck her hard. Don't worry, you won't hurt her--she likes it
rough. Besides," and she flashed him a wicked smile that she knew few
men could resist, "if you do hurt her, well, that can be exciting too,
no?"

Bulldog grunted and pulled out only to push right back into her. Jenn
gasped. He did it again, harder, and Jenn groaned. And before too
long, he was fucking her with long hard strokes that sent her breasts
bouncing, using her legs for leverage.

Around them, the other boys--shy at first--were slowly relaxing, the
beers that Biff had passed around helping somewhat. They were
encouraging Bulldog once in a while. "Fuck man, fuck her good!" They
had inched closer to the bed, and Jenn was well aware of them watching
her get plowed by their leader, patiently waiting for their turn. She
was just meat to them, and the thought both disgusted her and sent
spikes of pleasure shooting up from her pounded clit.

All of them except Tiger had their cocks out and were jacking off,
watching her. She fantasized that they came, all of them, just like
that, standing over her. Her skin flushed at the imagined sensation,
the feeling of loads and loads of cum splashing on her body, and
despite her frantic mental attempts at staying those thoughts and
images, after a particularly vicious thrust by Bulldog, her resolve
snapped inside her. The sensations coming from her body were too
strong, too delightful, too corrupting. She craved more. She could not
come, but her body took over, her mind closing in on itself. She
groaned, loudly, thrust her hips upwards towards Bulldog, and pulled
him down to her, her jackknifed legs squashing her breasts like a
folded paper doll. She grabbed him by the neck. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
she groaned as she kissed him, a sloppy kiss that was all lips and
tongue. His cock hammered into her ever deeper, his tongue fucking her
mouth in time with his thrusts. She heard a boy--Weasel?--whisper
"Fuck, look at that!"

She broke the kiss, panting, looking at Bulldog, deep in his eyes,
seeing the desire, the lust, the craziness. "Jennie wanted you this
afternoon," she whispered, her words broken by the blows of his
thrusts, "on the beach, when she kissed you. She could feel your cock
against her, and she wanted you to just grab her and toss her down and
take her, on all four, her head in the sand, like a little bitch in
heat. And you'd have liked it too--just rip her itsy bikini off, and
fuck her tight cunt, right there on the beach, with everyone watching,
a stud mounting his bitch. Mmm..." She bit her lip. "That's it--fuck
Jennie harder, you stud! Fuck her!"

Bulldog was getting close, she could feel it. Then Weasel chimed
in. "Come on, man, don't spunk inside. We don't want no sloppy seconds
the first around. Be cool, Bulldog."

Jenn smiled and whispered in Bulldog's ear. "Wanna feed Jennie your
cock, stud? Wanna shove your cock in her mouth? Ever had a girl
deepthroat you? Let you fuck her throat like a cunt?" She looked him
in the eyes. "And when you come, Jennie will swallow everything,
like--" and she gave a quick lick to his lips, "--a good--" lick,
"--little--", lick, "--bitch!"

Bulldog growled loudly, making everyone around the bed jump, and
pulled out of Jenn. He stood, his dick hard, wet with her juices, and
she laughed and quickly spun around, all at once unfolding and going
on all four on the bed, facing him. Without pausing she dove and
swallowed his shaft to the hilt, her throat bulging. Bulldog grabbed
her hair and let out a heartfelt "oh fuck!" She remained with her nose
pressed to his stomach for several seconds, her body savoring the feel
of the steel shaft impaling her, her mind numbed by the lust coursing
through her veins. Bulldog wanted her--they all wanted her, and she
was eating it all up.

She pulled out, a trail of spittle connecting her lips to the tip of
Bulldog's cock. She was breathing hard. Stroking the shaft a few
times, she turned to her audience. "Jennie's got a cunt that's
starting to feel empty, boys. Care to step up?" To emphasize her
point, she shook her ass. Weasel jumped on the bed behind her and ran
his hand on the proffered buttocks. Pleased, she returned her
attention to Bulldog, and continued her blow job.

Weasel slid his cock inside her, pushing her head against Bulldog, and
in that way, with Jenn sandwiched between them, they took her from
both ends. Bulldog was close to coming, and she was being distracted
by Weasel's cock in her pussy sending delightful vibes up her
body. His cock was shorter than Bulldog's, but true to his name, he
was more vicious than his friend. She did not mind, pain mixing with
pleasure in her mind to yield a formidable combination. And then she
felt a large hand on her breasts and saw from the corner of her eye
that Rhino had kneeled by the bed and was jacking off while groping
her breasts none too gently. The feelings just seemed to spur her on,
and she did her best to make the cock sliding up and down her throat
explode.

Which it did, after a deep thrust by Bulldog that sent his shaft deep
and pushed her nose into his pubes, and he exploded, spurted jets of
semen directly down her stomach. Jenn swallowed, knowing the action
would feel good to Bulldog. He came for a long time, while Weasel
picked up speed behind her. When Bulldog's cock slid out of her mouth,
she licked it down, then put her head down in her arms to appreciate
the feelings' coming from deep in her pussy.

She almost missed Biff kneeling right in front of her, crouching so
that his head was almost level with hers. She had forgotten about
him. He directed his small camcorder at her face, recording her
degradation, immortalizing it. The Escapades of Jennie, he called
them. His oeuvre.

"Hey there, doll. Smile for your fans, say hello, and describe what
you're doing."

Unable to resist, she obeyed, a smile on her face, staring straight at
the camera.

"Hello everyone--Jennie here, and she is getting royally fucked by her
new best friends!" As if to punctuate her statement, she groaned after
a particularly hard thrust by Weasel.

"Does it feel good?" asked Biff, recording away.

"Fuck yes, it feels good. His cock's nice and thick and stretches
Jennie out so very much." She knew what Biff wanted to hear. They had
played this game before, often. "He's going to come all over Jennie
soon, and then they are all going to fuck her hard, use her like the
slut she is. Isn't Jennie a good slut?" She hated the desperate tone
in her voice, which of course also turned her on further. What is he
turning me into? she wondered, not for the first time. Around her all
the boys were listening. Weasel was pounding into her rapidly.

"You definitely are, doll. And if you do a good job satisfying these
boys here, I'll let you come. Show them how a cock-starved slut fucks
and I'll let you come harder than ever."

Her eyes opened wide, feverish, hungry. "Really? You will let Jennie
come? Promise?" Hopeful. Addicted.

"Oh yeah."

"Then how about you let Jennie suck on that big cock of yours and let
her get it all nice and wet so you can shove it up her ass, big guy?"

Biff laughed. "Nice try, doll. But all in good time. Besides, there's
someone here who wants to use your mouth right now, so how about you
take care of him first?" And indeed, Mantis was standing next to her,
jacking a long and thin cock with a bulbous head. It was longer than
Bulldog's, longer than Biff's, but narrower than either. It fit his
body perfectly, Jenn marveled, before opening her mouth and letting
him slide inside. It was in the back of her mouth in no time, and most
of it was still outside her lips. She sucked greedily, making up for
her inability to deepthroat such a long shaft by extra suction and a
lot of saliva. Underneath her, Rhino was kneading her breasts roughly,
sometimes pinching the nipples between his big fingers.

Weasel came, pulling out of her pussy and spurting all over her back
onto her corset. He let his cock rest between her ass cheeks as it
continued spasming and spurting semen, and he could not resist
reaching down and twisting the end of the butt plug. Jenn groaned
around Mantis's cock, and sucked, lifting her ass to get more
contact. Her body was in overdrive, overreacting to every touch, every
caress, every suggestion. She needed to be possessed, completely.

Weasel moved off the bed, and another boy took his place. "Mantis,"
said Bulldog, "mind if I use this end while you're up there? I'd like
another shot before Rhino ruins her." Jenn, her mouth around Mantis's
cock, could not have protested even if her programming had allowed
her. Rhino and his monster cock, and they wanted her to take it? Her
cunt spasmed wildly at the thought, imagining that log entering her,
and she moaned around the cock in her mouth. "Go ahead," Mantis said,
"I want to see if she can swallow all of me anyways. I think she can."
Jenn was not so sure.

A cock entered her from behind, and Jenn recognized Bulldog, filling
her up more fully than Weasel had. He fucked her hard, his hands on
her hips. "Fuck you got a nice ass girl." He slapped it a few times
and she tilted it up to both facilitate his access and to offer a
better target. Her senses were overloading.

Mantis was pressing deeper and deeper into her throat, and she did her
best to line her head up, throat-swallowed style, to provide the best
angle of entry, gagging loudly on every thrust. "Come on, babe," he
was saying, a hand on her head, pressing down, "just a little
more. Come on--that's it--a bit more." Her eyes were closed, her
throat full, her pussy pounded by Bulldog, her breasts manhandled by
Rhino, and she wanted to do her best, please them, please Biff, please
anyone that cared to come close and give her their cock, their balls,
their ass, anything she could lick and kiss and suck.

She was so busy concentrating on Mantis's long shaft--she had maybe
three inches left that she could not get inside, despite Mantis's
encouragements and a lot of effort on her part--that she never noticed
that Bulldog had pulled out of her pussy until she felt something
large pressing against her opening. She wanted to turn around and look
but Mantis grabbed her head and started thrusting harder, and then
whatever was pressing against her pussy lips broke through and it
obliterated every other thought in an explosion of pain and
ecstasy. She barely registered that Rhino was not fondling her breasts
anymore.

There was a groan from behind her, but all she could pay attention to
was that huge mass pushing up her cunt, stretching it, filling it
completely, unequivocally. She felt as she imagined it felt to have an
arm shoved up there, or a tree trunk. And it did not stop, it kept
pushing its way through, and Jenn wanted to shout to stop and to shout
to do it harder, and all that came out was a scream, a long scream,
but with the cock hammering at her throat she could not make a sound
and Mantis grabbed her head to keep her in place, and thrust his cock
in deeper as her throat opened wide.

"Fuck yeah," he groaned, "that's it--oh fuck! All the way down, baby,
all the way down! Fuck!" Her nose hit the taut muscles of his abdomen,
and she realized with a shock that she had it all inside her--she had
an impossibly long cock skewering her from the front and a fucking
tree trunk tearing her open from the back. She was dizzy, her body was
on fire, she wanted to scream, shout, come. She was so close to
coming, so close.

Mantis was finally starting to pull out, almost reluctantly, when
whatever was in her pussy bottomed out--she felt hips on her ass. She
let out a long and loud moan when her mouth freed up, a thick dollop
of drool flowing down onto the bed beneath her face. She did not
care. There was stunned silence around her.

"Fuck! Look at that! He's all the way inside her! It's... fuck!"

Weasel cackled. "Go Rhino! Never been inside a cunt that deep before,
have you? Look at her--she's flipping out!"

And Jenn definitely was, her whole body shaking, whether due to the
strain or the pleasure she would have been hard pressed to say
herself, and she did not have the luxury to question things further,
because as Rhino pulled out slowly and with effort--her pussy was
resisting, having wrapped itself around the thick shaft like a too
tight glove--Mantis thrust into her mouth again, and soon she was
buffeted between those two boys, each with an exceptional member, and
she was still on fire, burning up, her clit throbbing. The cheers and
encouragement of the other boys around her echoed in her ears,
seemingly coming from far away.

Mantis came first, thrusting deep and choking her, and she felt his
cock throb before exploding and he pulled out as he was coming,
spurting his last jets over her face, the semen dripping down the
sides of her nose. She had no time to adjust, Rhino having picked up
the pace and plowing hard into her now stretched out pussy. There was
another cock in her mouth by the time Rhino had shoved himself into
her and came deep inside. She felt empty when Rhino pulled out,
panting and with sweat pouring down his body, but she was soon filled
again.

The next two hours--which went by quickly for Jenn--was a succession
of cocks and flashes of bodies surrounding her. She sucked, she
fucked, one at a time, two at a time, with her tits grasped or sucked
or not, on her knees, her back, her stomach, with boys coming inside
of her or on her, a cornucopia of positions that she did not try to
keep track of. The boys had incredible stamina, and seemed to have no
difficulty recovering their erections in record time. She was naked by
then, her corset thrown off and discarded, her stockings ripped up,
her shoes tossed across the room. Biff was still going around with his
camcorder, happily recording the whole ordeal. The bed was a mess. She
was a mess, her body shiny with semen and sweat, red from the groping
and the love bites. The boys had put their pants back on, and were
recovering by the couch on one side of the room, finally satiated,
drinking more beers.

"Fuck Tiger, you don't know what you've missed. That shit was
great. Finest pussy I've had in a while. They don't make them like
that in this shit hole," said Bulldog.

Tiger had spent the whole time against the wall, looking at the
proceeding with a face that at times reflected longing, at times
desire, at times pain. He was still dressed, and it was utterly clear
that his cock was hard and had been hard the whole time.

"Of course," continued Bulldog, "she's kindda ruined for the night
now. You won't feel much if you stick it in her." He turned to Biff,
who was panning over Jenn's body with the camera. "Sorry, dude."

Biff shrugged. "Not a problem. It's pretty much why we invited you
guys here. Isn't that right, doll?"

Jenn stirred, her body a conduit for every sensation. She was
exhausted, but still on edge, still tensed like an elastic about to
snap, her orgasms having built up but not having been allowed
release. "Please," she moaned, her eyes opening, looking at Biff,
without seeing him, "please let Jennie come--please!"

"You wanna come, doll?"

She shivered, rubbing her thighs together, merely the thought of an
orgasm sending tendrils of fire down her frayed nerves. This is what
going crazy feels like, she thought in a stroke of clarity.

Biff turned to Tiger. "So what's with him anyways?"

Bulldog answered. "That's Tiger. He can't talk. Never could, since he
was born. Something wrong with his voice box. And I don't know what
the fuck's wrong with him. He was all over her this afternoon. Must be
stage fright."

"Or he's a little fag but doesn't know it yet? What's the matter,
Tiger? Afraid of little girls?"

Jenn groaned, and Biff looked at her with an odd look on his
face. Jenn was shaking her head, struggling to express herself. Let me
come you fucking bastard.

"What's up, doll? What do you know?"

"Jennie wants to come..." she moaned, one of her hands sliding between
her legs and pressing against her pussy.

"I know you do. But you know what's up with that boy, don't you?
You're a smart slut, I'll give you that. Tell me what you think, and
I'll let you come."

Jenn protested, but her hand moved faster between her thighs. "Love,"
she whispered, finally.

"What's that?"

"He's in love," she said, fighting to get the words out, wanting to
defend the boy that had looked at her like Botticelli at Venus.

Understand dawned on Biff slowly. He turned to Tiger, a grin on his
face.

"Ah! That true, boy? You fell for this little slut here? How sweet!"

Tiger avoided Biff's eyes, giving a quick guilty glance to Jenn on the
bed before looking own at the floor.

Biff's grin widened. "You a virgin, boy? Bet you are."

Tiger could not respond, but his face replied for him. Bulldog
confirmed it. "Pure as a newborn, that's our Tiger right there. But we
love him anyways, right guys?" The hurrahs that greeted this statement
were genuine, and Tiger blushed.

"You know what would make this evening perfect?" said Biff, looking at
Tiger. "How about the love of your life here takes your cherry? Makes
you a man?"

Jenn stirred--no, she thought, don't you dare--but her hand simply
continued stroking her wide open dripping pussy.

Tiger looked at Biff with a frown. Biff laughed. "Come here, boy. You
gotta lose it someday. And trust me, this is who you want to lose it
with. Man, this is too fuckin' romantic to pass up. Come on, come up
here, lie down on the bed--no, strip first, you idiot."

There was something in Biff's tone, underneath the jocularity, that
suggested that Tiger should do as he was told, and he picked up on
it. While he undressed, Biff turned to Jenn. "Go get cleaned up a bit,
doll. You look like a two-bit whore after a frat party. Put some
makeup back on and wear your fuck-me heels. You wanna look pretty for
this boy's first time, don't you?"

It was not a request, and Jenn's desire for release was trumping
everything. She got off the bed, grabbed her high-heeled shoes, and
headed to the bathroom. After a quick cleanup with a hand towel,
taking off most of the semen that had started to harden on her skin,
she reapplied her makeup and put her heels back on. She was naked
still. "Hurry up, doll--your lover's waiting."

Jenn closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She liked Tiger, and she
was bothered that his first sexual experience would happen under these
conditions. But at least some of it was under her control. She could
make it good for him, as good as she could. Or at least she could
try. He did not have to emerge from this experience corrupted.

She emerge from the bathroom, a smile on her face. Tiger was on the
bed, naked, half propped up on a pillow, his dick semi-hard and lying
against his stomach. He looked at her when she stepped out, gloriously
naked. After lingering on her face his eyes dipped down to her chest,
to her breasts covered with hickeys, before trailing down further and
following the curves of her hips down her long legs. His gaze felt
like a physical touch, and she shivered. Daniel used to looked at her
that way too--don't! she admonished herself. Don't think about that.

She took a few steps towards the bed, before Biff intercepted her. He
stepped in close, ran his big hand down her back to her ass. "Much
better," he whispered in her ear. "You look good enough to fuck again,
now. Listen, I want you to be at your best with this kid. I want
everyone looking at this video to think that you're head over heels in
love, that he's the light of your life, that you'd do anything for
him, all right? Fuck, too bad we're not in Vegas--we could have
dropped by one of those wedding chapels and married you off. This
could have been your honeymoon video." Biff's grin was wide. "You
know, that's not a bad idea. We'll have to do something like that at
some point. Bet you look sexy as hell in one of those slutty wedding
gowns, too."

Fuck you, thought Jenn, keeping a smile on her face.

"Anyways," continued Biff, "you're going to give our boy here
something special for his first time with a girl." He grabbed the end
of her butt plug, and pulled it out, slowly. She moaned and almost
lost her footing under the sensations as the wide end of the plug
stretched out her hole before popping out. She suddenly felt very
empty. "You will give him your ass, doll. I want you to make sure that
after tonight, every girl he's with for the rest of his life he's
going to compare to you, every pussy he's ever inside he's going to
compare to high tight your ass is. And," his voice dropped even lower,
"when he comes deep in your ass, then, and only then, will you come
yourself. You will come long and hard. Make your little crush there
feel like a fuckin' Romeo, doll." He slapped her on the ass, sending
her on her way. He would let her come! That thought threatened to wipe
off every other. She had to control herself, or she ran the risk of
hurting Tiger. She could do nothing about her body's actions and
reactions, Biff had made sure of it, but she could try to keep in
check how she was feeling.

She walked over to the bed, slowly, her walk whispering all sorts of
dirty sexy things. Tiger's cock was already hardening just by watching
her. And why wouldn't he? she thought. I look hot and he's seen me get
fucked every which way for the past hours. You could smell sex in the
air.

She climbed on the bed and straddled Tiger's lap, trapping his cock
between her pussy and his stomach. The contact was enough to make her
body tremble and crave penetration. Tiger's eyes were unable to decide
whether to look at her eyes or at her naked breasts, electing to move
between them in short order. Smiling, she leaned down, making sure to
press her chest fully against his body. She did not kiss him--she did
not know how he would react given that he sow how many cocks she had
sucked that evening, how much semen she licked off and swallowed--but
she wanted to. Biff had said she had to act like she loved him. She
thought of Daniel--what would she do if it were him lying there under
her? She kissed Tiger's ear, and then gave it a long sensuous
lick. And then--not wanting the rest of the boys, still on the couch
drinking, once in a while turning to see what was going on, to hear
her--she whispered to him, try her hardest to keep this encounter as
intimate as possible.

"Hey Tiger. Jessie's so glad you're here. She's really missed you this
evening." She gave his ear another lick, lingering on his neck just
below his earlobe. "You still like Jennie's body, Tiger? You were
staring at her titties so hard, earlier at the beach, that she thought
you would wear them out with your eyes. Do you still like them?" Tiger
hesitated, and then he nodded. "Well, you know, tonight, you can touch
them. You can kiss them, lick them. If you want, you can fuck them,
too. In fact, you can touch anything, kiss and lick anything. Jennie's
body is all yours tonight, Tiger. To do with as you wish. Anything
your dirty little mind desires. You like that?" She was being playful,
the way one might be with a lover, and she was moving her pelvis on
his cock, slowly rubbing her pussy over the hard shaft, slicking
it. Part of her wanted to come so desperately that all it could think
of was ramming that shaft up her ass without preliminaries. Another
part of her was mindful of the fact that she had to make this the best
experience of his life. She lifted her head to look at him, reading
the lust in his eyes.

Beside the lust, there was something more, something akin to
adoration. To her surprise, he put his mouth on hers and kissed
her. She did not expect it. It was a tentative kiss, to be sure, using
only his lips, as if he did not know what to do with his tongue. She
kissed him back, more forcefully, and slipped her tongue between his
lips, and the kiss turned passionate, with Jenn pressing her body
against his. His hands were running down her sides, and she moaned in
his mouth at the touch. She could feel his cock throbbing against her.

She broke the kiss, and pushed off from him with her arms. She
smiled. "Here," she said, "put your lips on Jennie's titties,
Tiger. Her nipples just loved getting sucked on."

Tiger heeded the words, and leaning forward, captured a nipple between
his lips, and started sucking on it as if he were a babe suckling at
his mother. And Jenn had not been lying--with her body so keyed up
with arousal, the feeling of Tiger's mouth on her breast made her
shiver uncontrollably. She grabbed her other breast with a hand,
squeezing it hard and twisting a nipple, only to stop to present that
nipple to Tiger's mouth when he seemed ready to switch. She moaned,
her eyes closed. She was rubbing herself harder and harder on Tiger's
cock, which was still trapped beneath her.

When finally Tiger dropped back down onto the bed, she slipped down
next to him, one leg over his, one arm across his chest. Her own chest
was wet with his saliva.

Raised on an elbow, she spoke to him, while caressing his hairless
chest. "You have a very talented tongue, Tiger. Jennie's titties are
all tingly now. You must drive a lot of girls crazy with that mouth,
Tiger. No? Jennie finds that hard to believe. And then you have that
beautiful, beautiful cock," and she trailed her hand down to lightly
grasp his straining member and softly run her hand up and down, barely
touching it, "all those girls must drool to taste you and feel you
inside them. No? Again, Jennie finds that hard to believe. Just look
at it," and she lifted his cock so that it stood straight up, then
jacked it slowly with her hand, squeezing its head, "all hard and long
and ready to make a girl cream herself. Is it all hard like that for
Jennie, Tiger? Does Jennie make you hard like that? What was it,
Jennie's kisses? Her titties in your mouth? Her sloppy pussy on your
cock?" She jacked harder. A low moan escaped Tiger's throat. His hand
was caressing her back.

"You can tell Jennie," she continued, not realizing how cruel her
statement was, "did you ever get so hard for a girl before?" She was
just being playful, but she caught something in Tiger's eyes. "Oh,
there is, isn't there? Are you trying to tell Jennie that she has a
rival? Is it a girl at school?" Tiger seemed to hesitate, then nodded,
avoiding her eyes. Jenn smiled. "So you have a little hottie at school
that you lust over, then. Brunette? Blonde?" A small nod from
Tiger. "Blonde. Of course. So a blonde hottie at school is making your
cock all hard. Are her titties as nice as Jennie's? What do you mean,
shrug? Are they as big as Jennie's? Bigger? And you like that, don't
you? That blonde hottie with big tits making your cock all hard. You
know, Jennie is jealous, now." She jerked his cock with insistence,
but not so hard as to make him come too soon. She needed that cum in
her ass, after all.

"What about her ass, then? Does she have a nicer ass than Jennie?" An
hesitation, a shake of the head. "Ah, at least. So she has the
titties, and Jennie has the ass. You are such a kind soul, Tiger." She
straightened up, propped up on one elbow, her hand on his cock. He
stayed motionless, his gaze fixed on her.

"So, this big-tittied blonde hottie, did you ever kiss her? No? Did
you ever touch her? No! But you want to, right? How about sucking on
her nipples like you sucked on Jennie's? She'd love it
too--your lips are so soft... Close your eyes, Tiger. We're going to
play a little game. Go on. Good boy." She lay down next to him, facing
him, still stroking his cock up and down. "Now, Jennie wants you to
imagine her, your blonde crush, with her big tits, dressed in
something tight with lots of cleavage, maybe a little skintight dress
of some kind--the sort you go clubbing with--slowly walking towards
you, big tits bouncing under her dress. She stops in front of you, and
reaches out and kisses you, hard, with lots of tongue. Don't open your
eyes--imagine it."

Jenn leaned over and kissed him exactly as she had described, her
tongue thrusting into his mouth, her body pressing against his, her
pussy against his young thigh and humping it. Tiger kissed her back,
his eyes closed, wrapped in the fantasy.

Jenn resumed after the kiss. "Imagine it, Tiger. Your little blonde
crush is running her hands over your body, telling you that she's been
thinking of you, dreaming of you. She presses her big tits against
you, her hard nipples poking through her dress. She's not wearing a
bra, you can tell immediately." Jenn pressed her body against Tiger,
her own breasts rubbing against his skin, her nipples as hard as in
the tale she was weaving. Her hand reached down for his cock once
more, the craving for it to penetrate her, to make her come, still
eating at her, making her dizzy. She stroked it slowly.

"Imagine her, Tiger, reaching down into your shorts and grabbing your
cock with her small hand, your cock that is so hard for her, and it
feels so good, doesn't it, to feel her hand jerking you off,
whispering in your ear how much she likes how soft it feels, how big,
how powerful? And when she tells you that she's been thinking about
how your cock would feel like all the way up her tight little pussy,
that makes you ever harder, doesn't it? Imagining what her pussy would
feel like wrapped tight around your cock, squeezing you, milking you?"
Tiger did not have to answer, Jenn could feel his reaction in the rod
of flesh in her hand. She stroked it harder, still making sure to keep
him on the edge. His hips were starting to shift--he wanted to
thrust. She looked at his cock and stared mesmerized at her hand
moving up and down for a few seconds, then looked back at Tiger.

"Imagine it, Tiger, imagine your blonde big-tittied crush rubbing her
body against you. You want her, don't you? And then she tells you, her
breath hot on your face, that she wants to feel your cock in her
mouth, that she wants to suck you off. Your blonde big-tittied little
slut--because what other kind of girl just offers a blow job like
that, on a first date, after just a kiss and a grope, but a slut, a
dirty little slut?--she wants to sink down to her knees at your feet,
Tiger, and wrap her lips around your big cock. Maybe she'll even beg
for it, beg you to be allowed to suck you off, beg you in a way only a
girl can--Please, Tiger, please, won't you let me suck your cock?"
Jenn's voice went high pitched as she mimicked the girl that Tiger
must have been thinking about. She planted a little kiss on Tiger's
cheek. "Please, Tiger. I'll be good, you'll like it. Every boy says
that I have a mouth made for blow jobs." Another kiss, on his jaw
line. "Please, Tiger. Feed me your cock. You can push it in as deep as
it'll go, I won't mind." Another kiss, up towards his ear. "Please,
Tiger, I'll let you do anything to me if you just let me blow
you. Anything you want. Please..." She kissed his neck, rubbing her
crotch against his leg. Fuck, she thought, this is turning me on.

She could feel Tiger's cock twitch in her hand. "Oh, you like that,
don't you? You liked hearing that dirty slut beg for your cock? Do you
want to do it? Feed her your cock? Shove it down her throat as deep as
it'll go, seeing her drool all over it? Do you want to fuck that
little slut's face, Tiger?"

Her words had their intended effect. Tiger opened his mouth, breathing
hard, and nodded, his eyes still closed, still lost in his
fantasy. Jenn smiled, and smoothly sat up on the bed before leaning
over slowly sliding his shaft between her lips and into her
mouth. Tiger gasped, and his pelvis shot up probably without him even
noticing, but Jenn did not mind, deftly letting the cock penetrate
her, hitting the back of her throat. She blew him slowly, lovingly. He
was the fifth boy in her mouth that evening, but the first for whom
both her body and her mind agreed. Her body was driven by its hunger
for sliding that cock up her ass and make it explode so she could
explode too, while her mind wanted to give Tiger the experience of a
lifetime, because... Because what exactly? She was not sure.

Her pace was slow and steady, her head bobbing up and down with
regular strokes, the cock fitting her mouth perfectly. She did not
want him to come just yet, but she knew full well that if she picked
up the pace and let his cock slide down her throat then he would not
be able to control himself and he would spurt with his cock in her
mouth and she would swallow every drop. She juiced up at the thought
of one more cock this evening spasm between her lips and discharge its
creamy load down her gullet. But she did not, instead sucking gently,
one hand holding her long hair back, the other holding his cock
up. She looked at him, his eyes closed, moaning softly, probably
imagining his school crush on her knees servicing him.

When his hips started seeking to thrust harder into her, Jenn knew
that it was finally time. After giving one last hard suck, she reached
over to the night table and grabbed a bottle of warm oil. Tiger moved,
and she told him to keep his eyes closed. "Your blonde big-tittied
cocksucker's telling you to lie down, Tiger. She's telling you that
she wants to ride you, ride your cock, feel your cock slide all the
way into her." She straddled his legs, his hard shaft right in front
of her, swaying slightly, so hard it was sticking up by itself. "She's
so turned on by sucking you, Tiger, her twat is drenched in her
juices. You can probably see it drip down her thighs, that little
cocksucking slut." She poured down a generous amout of oil on the
shaft, and worked it in with both hands, slicking it up, more than she
ever could have hoped to achieve with her saliva alone. Tiger seemed
to enjoy the feeling, too, his hips pushing slightly against Jenn's
strokes. Don't come just yet, she thought.

She lined his cock up against her ass. "Do you want her, Tiger? Do you
want that blonde with the big tits to lower herself down on your cock
and fuck you? Her cunt is nice and tight, too, the way young cunts
always are. You want to feel her tight cunt on you? See her big tits
bounce around as she rides you?" Jenn was moving her pelvis back and
forth, smearing the oil on the top of his cock all over her ass, all
the way down to her pussy. She could feel the semen that the other
boys had left inside her leak out, and along with her own juices
mixing themselves with the oil. She wanted him.

And he wanted her. He was nodding fervently, eyes closed, certainly
imagining his blonde crush straddling him, her dress bunched up around
her waist, her panties discarded, her breasts pushed out of her top,
her big nipples standing proud, a look of overpowering lust on her
face, ready to do anything--anything--to get to that release that was
eluding her, and was now within reach.

Jenn said not a word. She slowly lowered herself onto Tiger's cock,
feeling its head press against her puckered anus, and then break
through her sphincter. Both she and Tiger gasped at the sensation--his
head tossed back, mouth wide open, hands crisping on her thighs--and
she gradually sank down, letting gravity do its work, feeling the
shaft snake its way up her ass, still tight despite the plug she had
been wearing the whole day. She had only ever had Biff's dick in her
ass before--he loved anal, and he made her love it just as much by
giving her her biggest orgasms that way. Don't think about Biff, she
chastised herself. Think about Tiger's cock in your ass. She felt so
full, as she always did when she was taken there, the sensation
utterly different from having a cock in her pussy, but pleasurable in
its own way. She wondered, not for the first time, how Daniel's cock
would feel up entering her there--don't go there either, she reminded
herself.

Tiger was not moving, his face frozen with his mouth open in a look of
amazement and bliss. His breath was short. She had to smile at the
sight. That poor young boy, getting deflowered by fucking a girl in
her tightest hole. Welcome to being a man, Tiger; Your cock is going
to please many ladies if you play your cards right. Then all thoughts
were flushed out when she felt his hips on her cheeks, realizing with
a shock that his whole cock was inside her, inside her ass, filling
her up completely. Her body was responding to the stimulation, the
urge to ride him hard, to get him to come inside her nearly
overwhelming. "Oh fuck!" she groaned.

After a few seconds during which neither of them moved, she let his
cock slide out a little bit. "So is your blonde cunt tight enough for
you, Tiger? Don't open your eyes. Picture her, sitting on top of you,
your cock all over her slutty cunt, filling her up completely, her
dress down to her waist, her big tits staring you in the face, begging
to be touched. Grab them, Tiger--grab them and squeeze them while she
rides you like she dreamed all her life of riding you."

Tiger raised his hands, his eyes still closed, and Jenn took them and
brought them up to her breasts, and pressed them there, and Tiger
squeezed them hard, and she moaned and lowered herself down on his
cock, and they gasped together again, Tiger's hand clenching on her
breasts, Jenn with a deflagration igniting in her ass and
spreading. Her clit throbbed. Her nipples throbbed. Her pussy
throbbed, pushing more semen out, which was pooling on Tiger's
pelvis. Her ass was spasming as well, holding Tiger's cock in a death
grip.

She lifted herself up again, then slammed down onto his cock, and
again, and again, a small "Oh!" escaping her every time. He felt so
good, so large, so wide, filling her bowels completely, sending wisps
of pleasure coursing through her body. He was thrusting into her now,
in time with her moves, breathing hard, gasping, his hands still on
her breasts, kneading them. She dropped a hand to her crotch and
started flicking her clit, building up towards a massive orgasm ready
to unleash whenever he came inside her. She was so close.

"Come on, Tiger! Fuck your little blond slut hard--oh yes! Just
like--yes! Isn't she tight? Doesn't she feel good on your fuckin'
cock, Tiger? Jeez, oh fuck! So good--wanna come over her big fat
titties, Tiger? Or do you wanna unload on her slut face, her cute
little slut face, watch globs of cum drip down her cheeks? Fuck--yes!
Or do you wanna shoot up her cunt, deep inside her, so that she can
walk around all day leaking your cum--fuck! Again! Fuck! Maybe you
should stick your cock up her ass next, teach her what you get when
you're a little cocksucking tease. Bet her little asshole's so tight,
too. You'd probably have to force your way inside--fuck! Yes! Make her
squeal like a fuckin' pig, like a fuckin' big-tittied pig--fuck! Yes!
Harder! Fuck her ass, Tiger! Fuck her ass and give her all your cum!
Fuck yes!"

She grabbed one of his hands, still madly clutching her now reddened
breasts, and she brought it up to her mouth and sucked on three of his
fingers, deep, sucking on them as hard as her ass was clasping over
his cock.

That act had the effect that Jenn had hoped for. Tiger let out an
indistinct moan, tensed up, as if he had jacked a fork into an
electric socket, and--thrusting his hips up to push as deep into her
ass as possible--he came. Jenn felt him explode deep inside her, first
a swell of his cock followed by rhythmic spasms coupled with a feeling
of being filled up. He was coming inside her, inside her ass! Her
finger went wild on her clit, and the orgasm crashed upon her like a
tsunami, wiping everything out of its way, her body twisting and
shaking under the onslaught, her contracting ass milking Tiger's cock
of any remnant of semen, her pussy pouring out gallons of accumulated
cum, her throat unable to let out sounds, her breath catching, her
heart skipping. Stars exploded behind her eyes. And then she was
falling, falling for a long time, in utter silence. And then the world
went dark.

When she came to, she was alone in bed, and the boys were gone. Her
body was sore, her breasts and pussy raw, her ass on fire. She was
covered in semen, much of it fresh, a lot of it on her face, a large
glob keeping her from opening her left eye. There were large pools of
it on her breasts, too, dripping down the sides of her body. Her pussy
was a mess, she could tell. Her throat was chafed raw.

Biff looked up at her from his chair by the bed. He was drinking
quietly, a laptop on his knees. "This stuff's amazing, doll. You're a
natural. You know, we could sell this video and make quite a few
bucks. You wanna be an internet star?" He tapped a few keys on his
laptop, clearly editing the video he had shot earlier.

"And that kid there at the end--Tiger--really fell for you, hard. You
should have seen him, when you passed out from your ass fucking, he
was holding you and kissing you and was so worried that he had hurt
his perfect sexy angel. Ha! It took some time to get him off you so
that the rest of the guys could have another pass at you while you
were out. You did put on quite a show." His eyes traveled down her
body. "Now, go get cleaned up, doll. You look a fucking mess. What did
you do? Get gangbanged?" He grinned at his own joke. "And clean your
ass good, too--I wanna fuck it. Wouldn't want you to start thinking
that I'm going to save your ass for reserved for innocent young
virgins."

Jenn wondered when the evening would be over. She hurt all over. Her
mind was trapped in a fog, unable to process anything, numb to the
world. She had no will to fight, no will to do anything, but sink back
in that blissful oblivion that was falling in darkness. But her body
obeyed as it always did.

Biff's final words caught her as she turned on the light in the
bathroom. "Oh, by the way, you should probably know. We're going home
tomorrow."
