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Chapter 12.
I followed Lin from the kitchen, noticing the attractive sway of her bottom as she walked. I couldn't help myself, I had to touch it. I reached out and caressed the swell of her cheeks. She stopped and looked over her shoulder at me.
"Enjoying yourself?"
I dropped my hand to my side, "Sorry Lin, I couldn't resist it. You've got a lovely bum!"
"Help yourself then!"
I ran my hand across her bottom, stroking and squeezing her firm cheeks. I slipped my hand inside her knickers and cupped one cheek. Then the living room door opened and I saw Neil standing there.
"Fuckin' hell! They're at it again. Look at this, she's got her hand in Lin's knickers."
He made us both walk into the living room, my hand still groping Lin's bum cheek. I loved the feel of it as she walked.
"Who's idea was this then?" Keith asked, a suspicious tone in his voice.
"Hers. She was walking behind me and then she started feeling my arse."
"Dirty little bitch. Come here you, I'll show you what I think of anyone feeling up my girl."
I removed my hand from Lin's knickers and walked slowly over to Keith. I stood in front of him and in one swift movement he pulled me over his knee. He immediately began to deliver swift smacks to my bottom. He wasn't playing around, they stung! I cried out as each blow connected. I was faintly aware of the others laughing and cheering him on, but I was pre-occupied with the hot, stinging pain I was now feeling in my bottom. Suddenly he stopped.
"Get up." He ordered. I stood before him, automatically reaching behind me to rub my burning bottom. Without warning he began to slap my breasts, making them swing as he did so. The others laughed even louder at this, but I wailed loudly as the pain in my breasts began to match my bottom. I put my arms up to try to protect myself but strong hands grabbed hold of them and held them behind my back, forcing my breasts out towards my attacker. Then he took hold of my nipples, pinching them hard and causing me to yelp with discomfort. He twisted them and pulled on them making me stand on tip-toe.
"Say you're sorry."
"Oh God!, please Keith, I'm sorry, please let me go. I won't do it again, I promise, please Keith."
More laughter from the audience.
"Don't stop yet Keith, she can take much more than that!" It was Neil, urging Keith on. "She likes a bit of rough, especially on her tits, don't you tight arse?"
When I didn't respond he began to slap my legs and bottom. I tried to move to avoid his blows, but this caused me to pull against Keith who still had my nipples in a tight grip.
"I said you like a bit of rough, don't you?"
"Yes, oh yes I like it. Really I do. Please stop. I'll do whatever you want. Please stop."
"I think it's party time." Keith announced. He let go of my nipples, which were now throbbing with pain, and began to take off his jeans. The others did the same, and soon all six of them were standing in front of me, dressed only in T-shirts and boxer shorts.
"Now you can show me how sorry you are. Suck it." Keith ordered. He sat down in a chair and I positioned myself between his legs. I pulled his stiff cock out of his underwear and began to lick and suck it enthusiastically, whilst wanking it up and down. I didn't want to give him any cause for complaint, my bottom and nipples were still throbbing as a reminder of how much they were prepared to treat me as their property.
Within a very short space of time his cock was fully erect. "Right, now you can give me a good fucking. Make it a really good one, or you know what you'll get."
I straddled him and lowered myself quickly onto him. I took hold of his cock and steered it into my sopping pussy. In spite of the pain he had caused me, I shuddered with pleasure as his glans pushed my lips apart and started to enter me. I let out an involuntary groan as his shaft went deeper into me, then began to rock my hips back and forth.
Keith was looking at me with a lascivious grin on his face. "Faster." He barked. I rocked faster. "Harder." I ground my pelvis down onto his. His hands reached out and began to maul my breasts. I continued to force his stiff cock deep into my pussy. He pinched my nipples, still sore from his previous punishment. The pain emanating from them seemed to increase the pleasure in my loins. I began to move on him even faster, almost in a frenzy. I heard myself crying out "Oh yes, oh god yes."
Then someone started to smack my bottom. The stinging blows causing me to gasp out loud.
"Tell us all what a dirty little bitch you are." I heard Neil say.
"Oh God, yes. I am a dirty bitch. I want you to fuck me any way you want. I want you to punish me. I deserve to be punished."
Keith was still pinching my nipples and my bottom was still being smacked. I was loving every minute of it. I had never known such a stunning combination of pain and pleasure. I knew that at any moment I was going to have a massive orgasm, but I was trying to hold it off. Then I felt Keith start to twitch inside me. He gripped my nipples even tighter and I felt him shoot his jism deep into me. I ground my pelvis down onto him and screamed with pleasure as my own climax hit. The sensations were so intense that I almost passed out, and I collapsed onto Keith gasping for breath.
I wasn't given time to regain my breath. Hands grabbed me under my arms and pulled me off Keith. I was dragged to a standing position, and then made to straddle Paul, who was sitting on another chair with his stiff cock in his hand. I lowered myself down onto him and felt him enter me. Hands pushed on my shoulders, forcing me down onto him until he was in me up to the hilt. My brain was still recovering from my climax, and I felt Paul start to build his rhythm.
Then I felt fingers start to push at my anus. They were rubbing at my tight little hole, smearing in a lubricant. I felt first one, and then another digit penetrate me. I looked over my shoulder to see Richard poised to enter me. I was in no position to object. I shuddered with pleasure as I felt his cock start to spread my anus. I tried to relax my muscles to allow him in, and then he had pushed past my sphincter and I could feel him burying his cock deep in my bottom.
The two of them began to pound into my two holes. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the sheer pleasure of being used so thoroughly.
Richard was the first to climax. I heard him groan then shoot his hot seed deep into my bowels. He withdrew, leaving Paul still buried deep in my pussy, and then I felt another cock start to push at my anus. This one was much larger than the last and I looked over my shoulder to see Neil guiding his huge member into me. Again pain and pleasure combined as his organ stretched my tight hole. I was unable to move, sandwiched between them as they both pushed deep into me. Paul groaned and shot his load into me. Neil continued to pound away. I was lost in the pleasure of sheer depravity.
They continued on for what seemed like hours. Each of them must have enjoyed me at least twice. My pussy and bowels were filled with their jism, my jaws ached from having sucked so many of them, I could taste nothing but their semen. I had completely lost track of who had had me, and in what hole.
I was on my knees, sucking hungrily on the cock in my mouth, eyes closed, completely lost in the pleasure of the moment. I felt the cock twitch in my mouth and opened my eyes to see Alan looking down at me. He began to shoot into my mouth, but then pulled out and sprayed his semen over my face. The others cheered. I felt his hot seed on my face, running down to drip onto my chest. Finally, he was spent. I fell to the floor, completely exhausted. The silence in the room broken only by the music coming from the stereo.
I had never experienced such excess in my wildest dreams. Now I wanted only to drift off into sleep. Lin however, had other plans.
"You look a total mess." She announced to the room. "I think you need a clean up, come with me."
Wearily, I got to my feet and followed her out of the room. The others came too, and we made our way to the bathroom. "Get in the bath" she ordered. I lay in the bath, almost as if in a dream.
"Ok boys, hose her down." I heard her say. I closed my eyes, expecting to be washed with warm water. Instead I felt several small streams of hot water hit different parts of my body and heard them giggling. I opened my eyes to see them urinating on me. All six of them were happily peeing on me, aiming the streams on my breasts, pussy and face. I couldn't believe how humiliating and yet thrilling this felt. I made no effort to avoid the streams, made no complaint. Instead I opened my legs to let them piss on my pussy, then reached down to spread my lips wide for them. They laughed and cheered at this, then six streams of urine hit my sensitive pussy lips.
I became aware of my own full bladder and simply allowed myself to pee in front of them all. Keith was the first to notice this, "Fuckin' hell, look! She's pissing too." They all laughed and cheered at this.
"Watch this." Lin said. She dropped her knickers and then squatted over me. Then she too was urinating on me, her pee hitting my face, soaking into my hair. I couldn't resist it. I put my face to her pussy and let her pee stream into my mouth before overflowing and falling onto my breasts.
They'd had their fun, and then I was left alone in the bath. As I lay there, soaked in their urine, my fingers crept down to my pussy and I stroked my clit whilst thinking about the smell and taste of Lin's pussy. I fingered myself to yet another climax, then turned on the shower and let the warm, clean water bathe my aching body.
I staggered from the bathroom and made my way to my bed. Exhausted, I fell into a deep sleep almost at once.
I was woken by the sound of someone entering my bedroom. Too tired to open my eyes, I simply turned over in bed. Then someone got into bed beside me and I felt hands start to grope my breasts. I opened my eyes to see Paul beside me.
"We're going in a bit, but I wanted a quickie first. Open up then."
Without hesitation I opened my legs. His hand dived between my thighs and began to rub my pussy lips. My pussy was incredibly sensitive after the previous night's excesses, and soon I was squirming around in the bed as his fingers teased my clit, gasping and moaning.
"You are without a doubt the dirtiest little bitch I have ever met. You can't get enough cock can you?"
In reply I reached out and took hold of his stiffening cock, wanking it. He climbed on top of me and pushed inside me. He hadn't been joking about a 'quickie', after about a minute he groaned and I felt the familiar warmth inside me. He rolled off me and began to get dressed.
"I reckon we should take you back to that pub again next week, only this time we let them all fuck you stupid. Maybe that would be enough for you. What do you think?"
I smiled at him, "Maybe." I said.
He left the room still laughing.
Moments later Richard and Andy came in. Andy wanted to have me 'doggy' fashion, whilst Richard wanted a 'blow job'. I quickly got up on all fours and waited for Andy to enter me, then started to suck on Richard's stiffening member. They climaxed within a minute of two, almost simultaneously, then left without saying a word.
Keith and Lin came next. Lin's orders were specific. I was to lick her out while Keith took me from behind. She lay in front of me and spread her legs. I started to kiss and lick her pussy lips, slipping my tongue between them. I pushed my tongue into her pussy, then ran it up her slit until I found her clit. As I started to lick and suck at this she arched her back and let out a contented sigh. I felt Keith move into position behind me. My pussy was slick with the semen of Paul and Andy. He smeared this onto my bum hole, and then he pushed into my bowels.
He quickly built to a steady rhythm. As he entered me he pushed my whole body forward and this caused my tongue to push into Lin. She was already close to a climax and this caused her to clamp her legs onto my head. Keith continued to pound my bottom, forcing me onto Lin again and again. She let out a low moan and began to shake. She grabbed my hair and forced her pelvis onto my face. My senses were filled by her pussy, the smell, the taste, the feel of it, the sound of her breathing. And then Keith came inside me. All three of us collapsed in a heap, gasping for breath.
After a few moments we started to recover. Keith stood up and started to pull up his trousers. "Wait." Lin said. "I think she should clean you off before you get dressed." She turned to me, "Lick him clean then, and don't take all day about it." Keith looked at me with a stupid grin on his face as I started to clean his now shrunken member with my tongue. I knew I was tasting his semen, together with that of Paul and Andy, and probably my own faeces, but I didn't care. I licked along the entire length of his cock, sucking his glans into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it.
"My God!, you really get off on this don't you?" Lin said. "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. Don't forget to clean his balls as well." I dutifully started to lick Keith's scrotum.
"You might as well clean my arse while you're at it, Neil tells me you're good at that."
They both watched as I licked at his cock and balls, then Keith lay face down on the bed and I started to lick at his arse crack. As I had done with Neil that first time I was used by him, I gently pulled the cheeks of his arse apart and began to lick at his puckered hole. I could feel Lin's eyes on me, enjoying the spectacle of me humiliating myself. I pushed my tongue into Keith's hole, and he groaned with pleasure. I continued to lick at his arse for several minutes, pushing my tongue in or just running it round his hole. I slipped my hand between his thighs and started to stroke and caress his balls. He raised his hips up off the bed and I was able to reach round with my other hand and take hold of his cock, which was beginning to get hard again.
"Is that good honey?" Lin asked.
"Oh yeah. Neil was right, she is very good at this."
"I think she ought to suck you off one more time before we go."
"Oh yeah!"
He rolled onto his back and lay back to enjoy the experience. I began to suck at his glans, bobbing my head up and down on him. I continued to caress his balls, but now I also began to stroke and tickle his arse hole. He moaned with pleasure as I gently slipped a finger up his arse. After a few moments he groaned and started to shoot semen into my mouth. "Make sure you swallow it all." Lin ordered. I did as I was told, swallowing all of his salty cum until he stopped shooting into my mouth.
They both got dressed, ignoring me as they did so, then Lin said "Everyone is going now, so come and say your goodbyes."
I grabbed a dressing gown and followed them both into the living room. They were all there, Paul, Richard and Andy with coats on, ready to leave. Alan and Neil looking thoroughly pleased with themselves.
"I thought it would be nice if Alison came and said goodbye, and thank you for such a nice time." They all chuckled at this. "Well, go one then." She said to me.
"Well, thanks for such an eventful evening. I can honestly say I'll remember it for the rest of my life." I said to them all.
"I told you you'd enjoy it, didn't I?" Alan said, smugly.
"What's next then?" Andy asked.
"I said we should take her back to that pub and let them all fuck her, she'd enjoy that. She didn't seem to mind the idea either, did you?" Paul asked.
"Well no, but I didn't think you were serious!" I joked. They all laughed.
"We'll think of something for her, don't worry. In the meantime, if any of you want to have some fun with her, just drop by any time." I couldn't believe what Alan had just said. This must have registered on my face as they all began to laugh again.
"That's right, Alison. You seemed to enjoy yourself so much, I thought it would be nice for the guys to have some more fun with you. You don't mind, do you?"
"No" I said in a kind of daze, "I don't mind. Anytime at all."
There was a general murmuring of approval at this. And then they started to make for the door. As the first of them, Andy, passed me he reached out and pulled open my dressing gown, took a long lingering look at my breasts and said "See you again soon." They all took their opportunity to have a look and a feel before they went, and within moments I was stark naked again.
Alan and Neil went to the door to see them off, and then returned to the living room. Alan looked at me curiously. "How would you feel about going back to that pub and letting them play with you all night?"
"I don't know. There were enough of them feeling me up last night to last me a lifetime. I wouldn't want to have all of them taking me. I feel bad enough this morning after what the lot of you did to me, without a cast of thousands thanks very much."
"But you did enjoy it, didn't you? I mean in the pub, with all of them groping you."
"After a while, yes. It did get a bit much when that bastard had his hands in my knickers though. He put a finger inside me, you know, right there, in the middle of the bloody pub."
"Come off it, tight arse. You loved it." Neil said with a harsh laugh. "You love being the centre of attention, that's why you do this. That's why you walked around in the street practically naked last night. That's why you let the old man from the paper shop have a good look at you. Admit it, you love being at the centre of things, don't you?"
"I suppose so. I have to admit, it was thrilling in a weird sort of way walking along in the rain with just a see-through T-shirt on and nothing else!"
"So if we took you to a pub or club, and told you to get screwed by some complete stranger, or gang of them, while we watched, you'd be up for it, wouldn't you?"
I felt as though I had been trapped. Neil clearly had something in mind, and I had just talked myself into going along with whatever his twisted little mind had come up with. "What have you got in mind?" I asked.
"You'll just have to wait and see, won't you? In the meantime Al, are you going to send her down to be nice to the old guy in the paper shop?"
"Good idea. Go and get cleaned up, then you can go and say hello to your new friend."
"You're not serious? You're not really going to let that horrible old bastard do anything to me, are you?"
"Sure, why not?" Alan was looking at me with his patronising smile. "I think it would be good for you to experience a mature man." Neil laughed loudly at this.
"Now get yourself cleaned up. And put on something nice and feminine for the old goat!"
My mind was still reeling at the possible consequences of our conversation as I made my way to the bathroom and ran the shower. Would Alan really send me to visit the old man? What was Neil planning? Was there anything I wouldn't do to please them?
I answered my own question whilst in the shower. As I ran my hands down to my pussy I felt my clit stiffen. I was turned on at the prospect of being used by them in whatever way amused them. There was nothing I wouldn't do for them.
I finished my shower, dried myself, then went to my room where I dried my hair, applied some make-up and chose my clothes for the afternoon. I slipped on my white knickers and bra, then put on a blue silk blouse, stockings and a flowing, three-quarter length skirt, also blue. Then I went back into the living room and presented myself for their approval.
"Very nice indeed." Neil said simply. "Lift the skirt, let's have a look at what's underneath." Naturally, I complied. "Excellent!"
"Right." Said Alan, "Go down there and be nice to him."
"How far do I have to go?"
"All the way. In fact, I'll give you a letter for him." And with that he produced an envelope. "You can open it and read what's inside if you like."
I opened the envelope with trembling fingers, unfolded the note and read: " Dear Mr. Stuart, you may remember Alison from last night, although she is wearing considerably more today! I know you have tried your best to make conversation with her in recent months, only for her to ignore or insult you. This was because she was a stuck up bitch! You'll notice that she has a much friendlier attitude these days, in fact, she will be happy to do anything which will please you. If she fails to accommodate any request you may make, please feel free to spank her bare arse until you feel she has been punished sufficiently. I guarantee she will be only too keen to please after this. Please enjoy her charms. Kind regards. A. Hughes. P.S. Please ensure that she returns to me by 5 P.M. today."
"Jesus, Alan! You can't make me give this to him, he'll have a bloody field day. Please, can't I just flirt with him, maybe give him a quick flash, like I did with the Head?"
"No. You will go down there, do whatever he tells you to, and then come and tell us all about it. We'll be waiting."
I looked at my watch; 3 P.M. "Christ Alan!, you're going to make me stay there for two hours! Please don't make me do this."
"Shut up whining and get down there." And with that he turned to Neil and started talking.
I left the room, went to the front door and stepped outside. It would only take me a couple of minutes to walk to the newspaper shop. Every step took all my effort not to run away. I had no idea why I was allowing Alan to use me like this, I only knew that I couldn't resist. Even now, I could feel my pussy beginning to get wet at the thought of what that disgusting old man was going to do to me.
I stood at the entrance to the shop and composed myself. My heart was beating like an express train. I could see that there were a few customers in the shop. I waited until the last of them left before making my entrance.
As I entered the door the old man was studying a ledger of some sort. He must have been in his sixties; a thin stooped figure with a bald head and skin yellow with age. He looked up at the sound of the door opening and a lecherous grin spread across his face as he recognised me.
"Well, hello again. Did you enjoy your walk in the rain last night?"
"Yes, thank you." I muttered. "I have a letter for you, from Alan."
"Alan? Alan who?"
"Alan Hughes, he lives at flat 3B, remember?"
"Oh yes, I remember him. Let's have it then."
I handed over the letter. He opened the envelope and began to read. His eyebrows arched in surprise as he read down. "Yes, you certainly were a stuck up bitch weren't you……., anything which will please me?……………, spank her bare arse!" He looked at me "Is this correct?"
"Yes."
"Well then, you'd best come out the back, we don't want an audience, do we?"
He locked the door of the shop and put the 'closed' sign in the window. Then he motioned for me to follow him into the back of the shop. We went into a sort of storeroom, there were newspapers and magazines everywhere. He sat down in an old looking armchair and surveyed me.
"What's brought this on then?"
"I don't know what you mean." I stammered.
"For as long as I've known you, you've had your nose stuck in the air. Too good to give me the time of day. Now suddenly you're parading around naked, and turning up at my shop with a note from this Hughes fellow, telling me I can do what I like to you, and suggesting I smack your arse if you don't do as I say. What's going on?"
"Can't we just say that I've had a change of heart and leave it at that?"
He chuckled to himself. "OK, fine. If you don't want to say, why should I complain? A few times you've been in here I've managed to have a quick look down your blouse, did you know?"
"Yes."
"And you didn't like that, did you? Is that why you were always so snotty?"
"I suppose so, yes."
"Well then, why don't you give me a proper look at what you've got in there. Slip your blouse off, let's see what you've got on your chest."
I nervously began to fumble with the buttons on my blouse, holding it closed as each button was undone, as if to delay the moment of exposure. Finally, the last one was open. I took a deep breath and opened it, exposing my bra to him. I slipped the blouse off my shoulders and threw it onto a nearby shelf, which I noticed were filled with soft-porn magazines.
"Keep going." I looked at him, his eyes gleaming as I stood just a few feet in front of him.
I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I let it fall into my hands, then dropped it on top of my blouse. He sat looking at me for a moment or two, then got out of his chair and shuffled over to me. He reached out his bony hand towards me, his skin was sallow and wrinkled, dirt was clogged under his fingernails. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he ran his fingertips around my breast, but I could feel the roughness of his skin as he stroked my sensitive nipples.
He moved behind me, put both arms around me and began to cup and fondle both breasts. I could smell tobacco on his breath, his body odour was strong.
"Lovely. Very nice indeed. You've got a very nice pair of tits here young lady, haven't you?"
I didn't answer. He started to roll my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. In spite of myself, I felt them start to stiffen. My body was betraying me yet again as I felt myself responding to the touch of this old man. I felt my breathing start to quicken. He was cupping my breasts again, but this time he was running his thumbs around my nipples. I looked down to see his aged, yellowing hands sharply contrasted against my smooth, white skin. My nipples were standing firm and my aureole were becoming crinkly.
"Oh yes, these are very nice. And you like having them played with don't you?"
Again, I didn't respond.
"I asked you a question. I said 'you like having them played with, don't you?' Tell me how you like a man to touch them. Tell me now."
I drew in a ragged breath. "Yes, I do like to have them touched."
"Played with." He corrected. "Tell me how you like men to play with your tits."
"I like it when a man plays with my tits. I like to have my nipples played with."
"Like this?" He started rolling my nipples between thumb and finger again.
"Mmmm, yes. Just like that."
"Do you like showing your tits off to men?"
"Sometimes."
"I bet you didn't want to show them off to me, did you?"
"No."
"But you have to, because if you don't, I can smack your bare arse, can't I."
"Yes."
"Say it."
"I have to show my tits off to you, because if I don't you can smack my bare arse."
I was starting to enjoy myself again. The thrill of humiliation was coursing through me. I started to pant as my arousal increased, the sight of his old, gnarled hands groping and stroking my naked breasts, the smell of his body, the body of an old man, the stale tobacco smell on his breath. The thought of what he was going to do to me. I felt my pussy begin to moisten.
He let go off my breasts and returned to his seat, rubbing his groin as he did so.
"Did you enjoy that? Did you like me playing with your tits?"
I decided to go with the flow. "Yes. I didn't want you to see me or touch me at first, but then I felt my nipples getting stiff and I started to like it."
"And what about your pussy? Are you getting wet?"
"I think so."
"I'm going to see it, you know. I'm going to make you strip for me, right here, until you are stark bollock naked. Then I'm going to see that pretty cunt of yours you were so keen to show off last night. Do you want to show me your cunt?"
"No, but if you tell me to, then I have to."
"But you are getting randy, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Yes, of course you are. You let me play with your tits for a few minutes and now you're getting all wet and randy. So you want someone to touch your cunt, don't you? You want someone to play with it, to make you wet. Or do you want to play with it yourself? Do you want to play with it, or do you want me to play with it?"
"I don't know."
"Would you like to lift your skirt for me? Show me your knickers? Do you want to do that?"
"No, I don't want to."
"But you have to?"
"Yes."
"Then do it. Lift your skirt right up so that I can see your knickers, you are wearing knickers aren't you?"
"Yes, I'm wearing knickers."
I began to lift my skirt, higher and higher until my stocking tops came into view. I saw him smile to himself, and he rubbed his groin again. He motioned for me to continue. I lifted my skirts until I was holding it high above my waist. Then he made me turn around and show him my bottom. He shuffled over to me again and I felt him start to caress my bottom cheeks. Again I was aware of his strong body odour. His fingers found their way under the waistband of my knickers and then carried on down until he was stroking my bare cheek.
"Lovely tight little arse. You've got a good little body here haven't you? Who would have thought that one day you would be standing here with your tits out, lifting your skirt so that I could get my hand into your knickers. You really are much more friendly now, aren't you?"
"Yes." I murmured.
"Turn around." I did so at once.
He began to stroke the inside of my thighs, getting higher and higher.
"What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a school teacher."
"I bet the boys all love your lessons. Do you ever give them a flash of your knickers, just to keep their attention?"
"No!, Never!" I gasped.
"Pity. I bet they'd love that, or better still let them have a look down your top. Boys love to look down a woman's top. I bet if you let them see your tits, you'd make their dreams come true. Wouldn't you like to please so many young lads then? No? I can't say I'm surprised. You may have become more friendly, but you're still a stuck up bitch, aren't you. Do you like me stroking your thighs?"
"It feels nice, yes."
"I'm really close to your cunt now, aren't I? Are you looking forward to me feeling your cunt?"
"No."
"I think it's time for you to take that skirt off, don't you."
Without responding, I opened the fastening of my skirt, let it drop to the floor, then picked it up and put it with the rest of my clothes.
"Not much left now. In a minute I'm going to have those knickers off you. Then I'll be able to see your cunt. You want me to see it, don't you?"
His constant taunting and teasing was beginning to affect me. I found the sight and smell of him disgusting, but the fact that I was here with him, as his plaything, his to use, abuse and humiliate, was incredibly exciting. The way he kept telling me what he was going to do to me, making me answer his questions, was building the adrenaline in me.
"I said 'you want me to see your cunt, don't you?'"
"Yes, I mean no. I don't know. Just tell me what you want me to do."
"Is it hairy?"
"No."
"No hair at all?"
"No. I shave it."
"You shave it! So I'm going to see a bald little cunt in a minute, just like those cheap bitches in the magazines. Why do you shave it?"
"Alan likes it that way."
"Oh, so Alan likes it that way, so you keep it nice and smooth for Alan, is that right?"
"Yes."
"What else does Alan like you to do? Does he like to fuck you?"
"Yes."
"Does he like you to suck him off?"
"Yes."
"Take your knickers off."
"What?" His sudden change of tack had momentarily thrown me.
"Take your knickers off. I want to see your bald little cunt."
I pushed my knickers down over my hips, past my knees and let them drop to my ankles. I stepped out of them and went to put them with the rest of my clothes, but he stopped me.
"I'll have those young lady."
I handed them over, and he looked at them briefly, before stuffing them into his pocket.
"Now then, let's have a good look at you, shall we." He took a step back and surveyed me from head to toe. He pulled up a chair and sat down in front of me, then started a close inspection of my pussy. I knew I was starting to get wet, and hoped he wouldn't notice.
"Are you wet?"
"I think so."
"Shall I find out? Shall I slip my finger inside and feel how hot and wet it is in there?"
He stood up and looked into my eyes. His hands reached out again for my breasts, rolling my nipples as he had done before. I had never felt so completely exposed as I stood naked in the drab storeroom whilst this old man casually caressed my breasts and stared at my pussy.
"Stay there."
He moved behind me again. He stroked my bottom cheeks then ran his finger tips along the crack of my arse. His hand followed my crack until it made contact with the slit of my pussy. I groaned out loud as his fingers made the briefest contact with my pussy lips before returning to my bottom cheeks.
"You are getting randy, aren't you. Would you like me to touch your cunt now? Is it wet? Shall I play with your hot little cunt now? Do you want me to?"
My mind was spinning. I felt exposed, humiliated, disgusted by this horrible old man, and incredibly aroused.
"Yes. Yes I want you to touch my pussy, I want you to play with it."
"Ask me nicely, say 'please Mr. Stuart, please play with my cunt'"
"Please Mr. Stuart, please play with my pussy."
"Cunt. Call it a cunt. And beg me some more."
"Please Mr. Stuart, please play with my cunt. It's ever so wet and I'd love it if you would play with it for me. Please Mr. Stuart."
"I think it should be a man's right to feel any woman's cunt, any time he likes. Don't you agree?"
"Yes."
"Say it."
"It should be a man's right to play with any woman's cunt, any time he likes."
"Is it a man's right to play with your cunt, anytime?"
"Oh God, yes. Any man can play with my cunt, anytime he wants."
"Even me?"
"Yes. Even you. You can play with my cunt anytime you want to. Please play with it now Mr. Stuart."
I was losing the plot. My pussy was on fire, and the more he heckled me and abused me, the hotter I became. I was desperate for him to touch me, I wanted to feel the mixture of pleasure and revulsion as his ancient fingers played with my hot slit.
"I think you're going to have to suck me first. Then I might have a little play with your cunt. Come over here and suck me until I tell you to stop."
He flopped down into the chair and I immediately sank to my knees between his legs. I opened his trousers and found he was wearing a pair of ancient Y-fronts, which had once been white, but were now grey. The front of them were stained yellow and he smelled of stale urine. God only knew when he had last washed them. I began to tug at the waistband of them and he chuckled to himself.
"Can't wait to get at it, can you? Hot little bitch. Ask me if you can suck my dick. Go on, ask for permission."
"Please Mr. Stuart, can I suck your dick please?"
"Do you want to lick my balls as well?"
"Yes please, Mr. Stuart."
"Very well then."
I pulled his underwear down to reveal his shrivelled member surrounded by a nest of grey pubic hair. I started to lick and suck at his glans, disgusted by the smell and taste of him. He smelled as though he hadn't had a wash in years. His wiry pubic hair tickled my face as I sucked him. Gradually, his cock began to swell in my mouth. After a few minutes of sucking him I started to wank him slowly and moved down to lick his balls.
It was then that I had my surprise. His balls were enormous! They were at least twice the size of any I had encountered in my life. His scrotum looked like old leather. The smell was almost unbearable, but I persevered, licking at the oversize ball bag, whilst wanking his cock.
"I think I'd like to play with your cunt now. Get up on that table and spread your legs. I want to have another hood look at you."
I was greatly relieved to get away from the smell of his body, and so I quickly lay down on the table he had indicated and spread my legs wide for him. He shuffled over to me again and I felt my pulse quicken as he peered between my legs.
"No, that's not good enough. Hug your knees up to your tits, then spread them as far apart as you can." I did as I was told, spreading myself obscenely.
"Oh yes, that's better. I can really see everything now. Do you like showing off your cunt?"
"Sometimes."
"But not to old men, eh? I bet you've never spread it wide for an old bastard like me before, have you?"
"No."
"How does it feel to be having to spread your cunt for a man who's old enough to be your grandfather? Do you have a grandfather?"
"Yes."
"Have you ever let him see your cunt?"
"No! Never."
"Why don't you just pretend that I'm your granddad then. Ask granddad if he'd like to feel your cunt."
For some reason, I found this to be the most humiliating thing he'd done to me so far, and a massive thrill ran through my body.
"Would you like to feel my cunt granddad?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Oh yes please, granddad. Please feel my cunt, granddad."
"What? Like this?" And with that he ran his finger down the entire length of my slit, from clit to hot tunnel. The suddenness of the contact made me groan loudly. He slipped a long, bony finger into me then began to slowly finger fuck me. I closed my eyes as waves of pleasure and shame washed over me.
"You dirty little bitch. Imagine asking your granddad to feel your cunt like that." He now had two gnarled fingers buried deep in my hot pussy. His thumb started to press on my clit. I could feel a climax building. Suddenly he stopped, taking his hand away from my aching pussy.
"Oh no, please granddad, don't stop. Please don't stop feeling my pussy." I reached out to grab his hand, pushing it back between my legs, rubbing his fingers into my pussy. My orgasm hit me and I held his hand to my pussy until the waves subsided.
As my muscles relaxed he withdrew his hand from between my legs. I opened my eyes to see him sniffing at his fingers, which were slick with my juices.
"You keep your cunt nice and clean, I'll give you that. Did you enjoy that? Would you like granddad to finger you off again?"
I was too embarrassed to reply. I sat on the edge of the table and hung my head.
"I don't remember giving you permission to come. I think you need to be punished for being such a dirty little bitch. Stand up and bend over that table."
I did as I was told, opening my legs and thrusting my bottom into the air. He moved into position behind me and then I felt the first blow. I shrieked with shock and pain. It stung more than any other spanking I had received. I sprang upright, my hands rubbing at my bum cheeks. I turned to face him. He was standing with an old slipper in his hands, a delighted smile on his face.
"That made you dance a bit, didn't it? I bet you've never had the slipper before, have you? Stings, doesn't it? Now get back over that table, you've got a few more to take yet, young lady."
I reluctantly turned and bent over the table again. Almost before I was in position he was raining blows onto my poor bottom. I squealed and yelped in genuine pain and alarm, I wriggled my bottom from side to side, trying to avoid the blows. At times I couldn't help myself, I put my hands behind me for protection. He carried on, hitting my hands until I instinctively moved them away, and the blows fell on my naked cheeks again. He carried on for what seemed like minutes and minutes. I couldn't count the number of blows I received. My bottom stung with a burning pain.
Finally, he stopped. I could hear him breathing heavily from his exertions and smell his stale, sweaty body odour. Then he moved close to me and started to stroke my bottom. He cupped each cheek, then ran his hand over each one. He put a rough skinned hand on each cheek and pulled them apart, exposing my tight little anus. Then he slipped a hand between my legs and began to fondle my pussy lips.
Of course I was wet, both from my earlier climax and the chastisement. He chuckled to himself as he discovered this, slipping a finger between my lips and into my pussy. I squirmed and writhed around as he continued to explore my pussy. He was teasing me maddeningly, rubbing my clit, pushing a finger into me, running his fingers along the entire length of my slit. Soon I was gasping with pleasure again.
"Still hot and randy then, even after I've given you a good hiding? I would have thought a good slippering would have taken the heat out of your tight little cunt. Apparently not. Do you like being slippered then?"
"No."
"Liar! Tell me the truth."
"I'd never been slippered before. It hurts. It's worse than being spanked."
"You've been spanked before then?"
"Yes."
"Call me Granddad. Who has spanked you?"
"Alan has spanked me on a few occasions."
"Anyone else?"
"Yes."
"'Yes Granddad'"
"Yes Granddad."
"Tell me who."
"Alan's friends Neil and Keith, Granddad."
"Did they spank your bare arse?"
"Yes, Granddad."
"And you liked that?"
"Yes, Granddad."
"Anyone else?"
"The headmaster at the school where I teach Granddad."
"Really? You were spanked by the head at school. Did he spank your bare arse?"
"Yes Granddad. He made me strip bare for him in his office, then he spanked me."
"And you liked that too, didn't you?"
He was still fingering me, teasing me. I was getting more and more aroused, both from his attentions, and from remembering and recounting past humiliations.
"Yes Granddad, I liked undressing in front of him, letting him see my body, then lying across his lap while he stroked and smacked my bum."
"You really are getting very randy again now, aren't you?"
"Yes Granddad."
"You're not going to come again without permission are you? Because if you do I may have to cane you."
"No Granddad, I won't come again, I promise." The thought of being caned was enough to cool my pussy, and I knew that the old bastard would do it, given half a chance.
"Would you like Granddad to fuck your nice pussy?"
"Yes Granddad."
"Say it then. Ask me nicely."
"Please Granddad, will you fuck me please."
He made no reply. I wanted it now, wanted it badly enough to put on a convincing act for the old bastard.
"Please Granddad." I whined, "I want to be a good girl and please you. My cunt is all hot and wet and I need to be fucked. Please do it to me Granddad."
"Get on the floor then." He barked in a gruff voice.
I lay down on the cold, dirty floor of his store room and looked up at him as I opened my legs. He stood over me for a few moments, taking in the view, then started to unfasten his trousers. I had another look at the repulsive grey/yellow Y-fronts before he pushed them down to his knees.
His cock stood erect, proudly jutting out over his massive ball sack. He knelt between my legs and positioned his glans at the top of my slit. Then he slowly ran the tip up and down my slit, rubbing it against my clit. He pushed in between my lips into the entrance to my tunnel, then withdrew again. I moaned and thrust my hips up, trying to 'capture' his cock.
He lay on top of me and began to stroke my breasts, teasing my nipples. I was aware of his strong body odour, the smell of stale tobacco. Then he kissed me. His foul, rubbery lips were pressed onto mine and his tongue had forced its' way into my mouth. He tasted vile, I almost gagged. I turned my head away, trying to evade this ultimate violation but at that moment he pushed into me up to the hilt. I gasped as his cock drove deep into me and his tongue entered me too.
He began to fuck me with strong deep strokes, every one felt like it was reaching the very top of my pussy and my body shuddered as his hips collided with mine. His hands were still tormenting my breasts and his vile tongue was exploring my mouth. I lay there fighting a growing nausea.
After a minute or two he stopped, propped himself up on one elbow and looked at me coldly.
"Are you going to lay there like a fucking corpse, or would you like me to use the slipper to liven you up?"
"I'm sorry."
He slapped me across the face, making me gasp with shock.
"You didn't call me Granddad." He laughed.
"I'm sorry Granddad. I'll try harder." I said in a little-girl voice.
He started to pump into me again. I began to thrust my hips up to meet his strokes; I stroked his back and bottom, tickling his tight hole. He pressed his mouth onto mine again, and I responded by opening my mouth and letting his tongue roam around my mouth at will. I stroked his tongue with mine and gasped and moaned as he enjoyed me. I reached down between us to stroke and tickle his outsize ball bag. He grunted appreciatively and increased the speed and strength of his strokes. And then he came in me. I felt stream after stream of hot semen being fired into me; he went completely rigid on top of me. After the first few spurts I expected the jets to diminish but he just kept on emptying those huge balls into me. I had never known a man dump such a load into me. It felt like he was never going to stop. Finally he shuddered and collapsed on top of me.
After a few moments he raised himself up and put his shrivelling member back into his repulsive underwear.
"Not bad. That wasn't bad at all. You can get your things on now and bugger off, I've got things to do. You come back soon though, and we'll do it again, right?"
I didn't reply. Alan couldn't make me do this again, could he?
"Come on! I haven't got all bloody day you know. Get your dirty little arse up off my floor, get dressed and get out."
I got to my feet and started to gather my clothes. As I moved the semen he had deposited into me started to leak out. I could feel it seeping down my legs and into my stocking tops. I pulled my skirt on and began fastening my bra. I heard a voice calling from the back of the shop.
"Hey Granddad? Granddad where are you? How come the shop is closed?"
The voice was strangely familiar, but I couldn't put a name to it. I hurriedly pulled my blouse on, fastening the buttons wrongly in my haste, but no matter, I was no longer exposed.
"I'm in here Adam, come on through."
Alarm bells started to ring in my mind. It couldn't be, it just couldn't be…..
"What the hell's going on Gramps? Why have you closed up on a Saturday afternoon?"
"I've been entertaining a visitor. This is Alison. This is my grandson, Adam, say hello."
I turned to face the grandson, but I already knew who it was. Adam Stuart, arrogant fifteen year old who always seemed to know how far to go without getting into trouble. I had had several incidents with Adam. My mind went back to the first day Alan had made me go into class without a bra or knickers. Adam had guessed my state of undress at once, and had enjoyed himself at my expense by suggesting that we all take off our jackets to keep cool. There was something about Adam that disturbed me, it was as though I knew he was beyond my control. Now he looked at me with a mixture of contempt and amusement on his face.
"Hello Miss. Fancy seeing you here!"
"Hello Adam. I just called in to say hello to your grandfather and buy a newspaper." I stammered pathetically.
"Sure Miss, anything you say." He said, a dirty smirk on his face.
"You now each other?"
"This is my English teacher, Gramps. You remember, I told you about her, the miserable bitch."
The old man sniggered.
It was an outright challenge. Adam looked at me defiantly. Suddenly I needed to get out of there, I turned to leave, walking back towards the front of the shop.
"Hey!, wait a minute." The old man called. I stopped and waited for him to approach.
"Aren't you going to kiss Granddad goodbye?" he asked, grinning.
I looked nervously at him, then Adam, who had clearly guessed what was going on and looked thoroughly amused.
"No. Please." I said quietly. "Not in front of him."
"Don't worry about him. Now come on."
I turned to face the old bastard, then leaned in to give him the briefest kiss.
"No. I want a proper one."
I gave him a deep kiss on the mouth, feeling cheap and dirty as I did so. As I broke off he chuckled again and said. "Where are your manners? Say goodbye Granddad and thank me properly for a nice afternoon."
"Goodbye Granddad, thank you for a nice afternoon."
"I'll see you out."
He walked along beside me to the door of the shop. Before I was able to get out the door he deliberately reached out and stroked my bottom, squeezing one cheek with his old, bony hand. Of course Adam saw everything, and my last memory as I left the shop was of the smirk across his knowing face.
I stumbled home feeling sick to my stomach. I could still smell and feel the old man on me. The tops of my legs and stocking tops were sticky with his jism. I was disgusted with myself for the way I had behaved, but worse, far worse, was the discovery that he was related to a pupil at my school. And a particularly vile and unpleasant pupil too. I knew it wouldn't be long before everyone at the school knew about me and Adam's grandfather.
By the time I arrived home I was in tears. Alan and Neil were waiting for me, keen to hear all about the afternoon. When I told them about Adam they found the whole thing highly amusing.
"How can you laugh at this? That little bastard will tell everyone in the school about this. I'll be a laughing stock. Oh God, I feel so ashamed. What am I going to do? You've got to help me."
"Just keep calm." Alan said. "Who cares if the school knows, you're leaving in three weeks. What harm can possibly come of it?"
"Yes, but Adam Stuart, Alan. He's such a horrible little shit! I hate the thought of him knowing about this."
"Maybe you should 'buy his silence', you know, give him an incentive to keep his mouth shut" Neil suggested, a sly smile on his face.
The thought was instantly repellent. Adam Stuart was a fifteen-year-old child. A thoroughly obnoxious child, but a child non the less. It was simply out of the question.
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