Neighbor Girl

Kaley's lust flared at the sight of Amy when she walked into Mr. Cameron's garage, but she pushed it down, hiding her desire as Mr. Cameron had taught her--a good trainer kept control at all times.  He wasn't fooled, though, seeing the widening of her eyes and the slight flaring of her nostrils and quick uptick in her breathing as sure signs that she approved of how he had prepared her friend.

Amy was on her hands and knees, black kneepads protecting her knees, with a bridle encasing her head, a curb bit stretching her lips, and reins leading to two short poles mounted against her sides just behind her shoulders.  The poles were each two feet long and attached to a leather contraption that encircled her chest (the leather stretching above and below her breasts, letting them hang free), mounted on metal hinges that allowed them only to move forward and backward.  The reins were attached to the top of each pole, which were currently pulled forward as Amy hung her head down.  The poles were attached by a loose length of thin leather.

Her nipples were crushed by strong clamps, and small bells hung from them, tinkling as she trembled with lust, knowing how she must look to her best friend and her master.  A tail jutted from her backside, the end deeply embedded in her ass, while another black leather strap circled her hips, supporting a dildo jutting up from her tail-bone.  A crop lay across her back, quivering atop the trembling girl.

"So, Kaley, you like?"

Kaley walked over to her friend, picking up the crop, trying to keep her hands from shaking as she ran it across Amy's body as she circled the girl.

"God, she looks so fucking hot."  She looked up at Mr. Cameron.  "You've reduced her to an animal."

"That's all she is.  An animal.  A human being can control themselves; an animal needs to be trained.  Remember that."

Kaley nodded, slapping the crop sharply into her friend's cunt, enjoying the way her body jerked, the way her tail seemed to twitch and dance as she rubbed the end of the crop back and forth across her slit.  When she pulled it away Kaley wasn't surprised to see it glistening with Amy's cunt juice--she was such a masochistic slut.  She walked around and straddled her friend, just behind the poles, and grabbed them both, slowly pulling them back, a warmth spreading through her body as she used them to pull her friend's head up.  She kept pulling until Amy's head was pulled back to her shoulders, Amy's teeth bare, her lips pulled back from the metal bit, her shoulders arching back to relieve the strain on her neck.

Mr. Cameron watched the excitement grow in Kaley's eyes as she played with the poles, forcing her friend's head back, then letting it rest forward, then turning it to one side and then the other.  This evening Kaley was dressed in a pair of jeans and a simple t-shirt, a pair of tennis shoes on her feet and her blond hair pulled back in a pony-tail, the innocence of her youth betrayed by the lust in her eyes.  Amy had come over a half hour earlier, wearing a short skirt and a tight, spaghetti-strap t-shirt the emphasized her teen-aged breasts and showed her flat, delectable stomach, and he had immediately began preparing her, treating her like a life-sized doll, the humiliation of being treated like a thing making Amy's flesh burn with lust.

He had teased her with the tail, sliding the plug in and out of her ass while sliding his fingers across her dripping snatch, making her moan through the bit.  He had refused to give her an orgasm, and she had moaned in frustration, her excitement growing as she waited for her friend to come, to see her like this, like a bound animal, ready to be ridden.  Now she was here, treating her like her master, like a thing, a toy, and she trembled in lust, wanting, needing, lusting after more, more humiliation, more bondage, more being used, just more.

Kaley stepped to the side of her friend and quickly stripped, intensely aware of Mr. Cameron's eyes on her young, prepubescent-looking body, her skin seeming to burn under his gaze, her cunt becoming slick as she thought of him and of Amy and of herself.  She shivered in need as she pulled her shirt over her head and straddled her friend again, placing the crop across her back, taking the dildo jutting up from Amy's tail-bone in both hands and lowering herself onto it, gasping as the eight-inch plastic phallus slid into her tight sheath, a shudder shaking her body as pleasure flowed up her spine as her thighs pressed against her friend's back, the fake cock buried deep in her body.

Mr. Cameron watched as his student grasped the leather connecting the poles, her slender body shaking with lust, and wrapped her legs around Amy's torso, locking her ankles against Amy's stomach, her thighs tensing as she gripped her friend tightly around the waist, the flexing of her own muscles sending delicious sensations through her impaled cunt as she balanced atop her friend.  He smiled and started to strip as Kaley took pulled the poles back, pulling Amy's head up to face foward, and then bringing the crop down on Amy's ass, pushing the poles slowly forward.

"Giddey-up, slut."

Amy's whole body jerked at the blow of the crop, lust flaring through her body, her juice starting to drip down her thighs as she was ridden like a beast.  She started to slowly crawl forward, her friend's weight heavy on her hips, moaning at the pain of the bit and the pain of being ridden and the pain of the plug twisting in her ass as her knees moved forward, her young, firm, creamy thighs scissoring back and forth as she moved.  She could feel her cunt-lips swell and slide against each other, teasing her with pleasure as she slowly crawled across the floor.

"Oh shit," Kaley muttered as her beast started moving, the jerk of her body transmitting itself through the dildo straight to her very core.  She shifted her grip on the cord connecting the poles so that Amy's head turned to the right, and Amy followed, continuing her slow crawl, each movement twisting and stirring the dildo deep inside Kaley's cunt, the soft flesh of her nether lips grinding against her friend's back.  It was incredible, the sense of power, the feeling of control, the sensations filling her body; Kaley slapped the crop down again and again against Amy's ass as she led her in a circuit around the garage.

Mr. Cameron stroked his cock as he watched his girls perform, loving the lust in Kaley's eyes as she used her friend, loving the way Amy craved the debasement and humiliation and pain that her friend was feeding her.  A soft tinkling of bells echoed throughout the garage as the bells on Amy's tits jingled with her movements, joining the heaving breathing of the girls as they pleasured each other in their perversions.  He would let them play a little longer before he took Amy, and then he would take Kaley, two sweet, young, steamy cunts for him to use.

Amy's nostrils flared as she crawled around the garage, her body aching with strain under Kaley's weight, her muscles burning, her nipples throbbing in their clamps, sweat beading her body as fuck lube slid down her thighs, the feel of Kaley's flesh hot on her back, on her sides, on her stomach.  Her mind was fogged with desire, her cunt burning with need as the crop started to fall against the side of her breasts, sending the bells jingling violently and her lust spiking, her body shuddering with need.

Kaley felt her orgasm coming, and started to slap her mount's tits with the crop, bringing the crop down as hard as she could, her thighs trembling around Amy's waist as her body tensed, pleasure mounting deep in her core, the dildo stirring her insides into a molten mass of pleasure.  She gasped as she came, hunching over in pleasure as her cunt muscles spasmed around the fake cock splitting  her in two, still bringing the crop down against her friend's tits.  It stretched on and on, the dildo and Amy's movements joining to keep the whirlwind of pleasure swirling through her body.  Oh god it was wonderful, she thought, panting as her orgasm passed and she straightened up, loosening the reins a little more to get her mount to speed up, switching the crop back to Amy's ass.  She wanted another one like that, and Amy was going to give it to her, the slut.

A dark hunger grew in the pit of Amy's stomach as her body strained under its bondage and under the weight of her rider.  Her neck ached, the bit cut into her mouth, her tits throbbed from the clamps and burned from the blows of the crop, her arms quivered from the crawling and the extra weight, every blow of the crop on her ass seemed to scorch her flesh, her thighs shook with effort at holding her rider up and moving forward.  She was in purgatory, the humiliation and degradation of being used like a beast, every ache, every pain, every sensation on her body feeding her unnatural lust, but denying her the release she craved.  She wanted to collapse on the ground, craved the punishment she would receive, but she knew they knew her, knew how to punish her.  They would hang her up by her ankles and tease her until she was crying with need and then fuck each other in front of her, denying her her release, and she would curse them and love them for knowing her and punishing her and using her.

Kaley pulled back on the reins, slowing her mount, deciding to take her time, to fully enjoy this total domination of her friend.  She looked over at Mr. Cameron, at his lean, nude body, his hand slowly stroking his cock, and she caught her breath at the lust in his eyes, in his stance.  Suddenly she wondered how they looked to him, two thirteen-year-old girls, one in animal bondage, the other riding her, attached by a dildo, both sweating and panting with lust.  She licked her lips, her eyes devouring him, her cunt spasming in desire.  She pulled back hard on Amy's reins, stopping her, feeling the girl trembling and shaking beneath her.

"Teacher."

"Yes, Kaley?"

"I think my mount needs a hard cock in her cunt."

Amy snorted at those words, practically shaking in eagerness, carefully spreading her thighs, slick with her spend.  Kaley reached behind her and lifted Amy's tail out of the way as she watched her teacher smile and walk slowly toward them.  He ran his hand over Kaley's hair, and she quivered in pleasure at this sign of approval.  Then he was kneeling behind her, and she felt him grab her mount's hips in his hands, and then felt Amy tremble as he sunk his cock into her greedy, juicing hole.  Keeping a hold on the tail, Kaley began cropping the sides of her best friend's tits again, loving the way each thrust of her teacher made her mount jerk forward, sending a thrilling pulse through the dildo.

Amy's head was down, her teeth clenched around the bit, her tits swaying under the fucking which had turned her insides into warm jelly, pleasure suffusing her, melting into the aches and pains throughout her body, intensifying them, the pleasure and the pain swirling around each other, building on each other, the crop on her breasts, the clamps on her nipples, the weight of Kaley on her back, the plug in her ass, the wonderful cock sliding in and out of her cunt as she clenched and released as she had been trained.   She was pleasuring two people at once, pleasuring two people while hurting and aching and being used like an animal, and she grunted, and her mind spun and her body burned and she came, her arms giving out, collapsing on her shoulders as pleasure roared through her, possessing her.

Kaley felt as if she could feel every stroke of Mr. Cameron's inside her own cunt, her dildo turning every thrust into a grinding, swirling bolt of pleasure.  His breath was hot against her neck, sending tingles of pleasure down her spine; she wished he had brought out the mirror so that she could see him while he took her friend, could see herself while she rode her friend and whipped her tits, could see Amy trembling and shaking in lust beneath them.  She felt her orgasm approach, her breathing quicken, and then felt Amy grunt and shudder, her own lust spiking at knowing her friend was cumming.  Then Amy's arms collapsed, and she was jerked forward, her legs shooting out, her body seeming to drop heavily onto her friend's back, the soft cunt-lips smashed against Amy's slick flesh, the dildo driving even higher into her body.

She came even as her feet found purchase on the ground and her hands slammed into the mat on either side of Amy's head, the poles bumping against her sides as pleasure overwhelmed her, chasing all thoughts from her mind, making her gasp and grunt in release.  Nothing else mattered, nothing, but to take pleasure like this.

Mr. Cameron, feeling his two perverted angels, his beatific teen-aged girls, shuddering and moaning in their pleasure, couldn't hold out, and didn't want to, letting the heavy, burning pleasure in his groin explode as he pumped his cum into Amy's belly.

"Oh god," Kaley moaned as she rode her teacher reverse-cowgirl style, leaning back, her hands flat against his chest, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, Amy, thigh bound to thigh, calf to calf, ankle to ankle with leather straps, her arms bound behind her back, was lying on her stomach, her neck aching as she stretched up to where her friend and her master were joined, her small pink tongue working diligently at Kaley's clit, teasing the small bundle of nerves as Kaley slowly fucked herself on Mr. Cameron's cock.  Two vibrators, one in her ass and one in her cunt, kept her body thrumming with pleasure and her mind with lust as she serviced her two masters.

Kaley reveled in the scene, her slender body arching in pleasure as she rode her teacher, her tiny cunt gripping him like a vise, knowing that she had created it, much like Mr. Cameron had created their previous scene.  Every night her teacher let her devise one use for the slut, one training scenario, one way to put her in her place, with the caveat that he had to have fucked both her and Amy by the end of the night.  Amy's tongue on her clit sent electric jolts of pleasure through her body even as the stretched fullness of her tight cunt was making her shudder, and the knowledge that it was she who was getting his cock, she who was making her slut friend service them, driving her lust even higher.

Mr. Cameron loved Kaley's inventiveness, although tonight the choice was rather pedestrian, he thought.  Still, he wasn't going to complain with a tight teen-aged cunt wrapped around his cock and a hot tongue helping him along while he relaxed.  He enjoyed himself through three of Kaley's orgasms, still amazed at her sexual capacity, almost a match for her friend's, before he felt his own orgasm rise in him, and shot his load into his student's cunt.

Amy shuddered as Kaley pulled the vibrators from her soaking quim and shaking ass, their tongues intertwining as Kaley forced a kiss on her, Amy's need evident in every movement of her body, practically begging her friend for release.  Kaley just laughed, and Amy knew she was going to be denied, to be left frustrated and needy, her body screaming for a good cum.  She remembered Kaley's words, "I love it when you're left high and dry, you little slut.  The more you need it, the more submissive you become.  It's so fucking hot seeing you like that."