It\'s all in the mind!

Part 19.

Having emptied my load into Sandra’s delicious young body I showered, dressed and waited until it was time for Sally’s show.  I had checked all the arrangements, and then sent Richard off to Bob’s place to await the fun.  I made my way to Sally’s bedroom, where I found her perched on the end of her bed, still dressed in her work clothes.  Her face was pale and she fidgeted nervously. 

“You ready for tonight then?” I grinned.

“Steve I don’t know if I can go through with this.” She said, her voice shaking with nerves.

“Sure you can, Sal!” I laughed, “You’ll love every minute of it.  Get yourself off to the shower, you want to be looking your best for your audience, don’t you?”

She looked away anxiously, then with a heavy sigh she stood up and made her way to the shower.  I watched as she undressed.  It had been some time since I’d enjoyed Sally’s body, but now I was reminded what a fine specimen she was.  Her tits were firm and shapely, with delicately shaded pink nipples.  Not the largest I’d ever seen, that dubious honour probably had to go to Donna, but still a fine pair, one to make any man’s cock twitch!  She pushed down her dark grey trousers, stepped out of them and threw them over a nearby chair.  Then she pushed her plain black knickers down and stepped out of them, leaving them on the bathroom floor. I quickly picked them up and sniffed at them.

“Jesus Sal, these reek of sex!” I laughed.

“Well what did you expect?” She said with a slight blush.

“You’ve been getting excited thinking about this, haven’t you?” I teased.  She blushed deeply.  “How long have you been thinking about tonight then?”

“All afternoon.” She confessed, “I haven’t been able to think about anything else.”

“And when you think about it?”

“Oh God, I don’t know what to think.” She cried, “Part of me keeps thinking about how sexy it will be.  How they’ll be able to see everything, I mean just everything.  And then another part of me keeps saying that I can’t possibly do this.  That I’ll be just one great big slut if I even go near the place.”

“And which part is winning?” I asked, fascinated at the debate she was having with herself.

She shook her head sadly, “I’m fooling myself, aren’t I?  I’ll do it.  Of course I’ll do it.  I’ve been thinking about it all day, all week if I’m honest.  I know it’ll sound like I’m out of my mind, but the thought of stripping off for all those men, well it’s enough to drive me crazy.  And when I think that some of them might even know me. Oh God, it’s all I can do to keep my hands out of my knickers!”  She paused for a moment, then looked up at me and smiled.  “Are you sure you’re ok with this, my darling?”

“I’m fine, Sal.  You know what I say, if it feels good, do it!” I grinned.

“I can’t believe what a wonderful man you are sometimes.  Lots of men would simply walk away from a slut like me, but here you are, being so kind, and so understanding.”  She smiled at me lovingly.

“You really want to do this, don’t you?” I smiled back.

A look of longing and lust passed across her face, “Oh yes!” She grinned.

“You want to be dirty?”

“Yes!”

“And wanton?”

“Yes!”

“And afterwards?  You want to feel deeply, deeply ashamed, don’t you?”

“Oh Jesus, yes!”

I stepped towards her and put her under.  “Sally, tonight you’ll go further than you ever thought possible.  You’ll be as dirty and depraved as you can possibly imagine.  Every dirty, delicious thought, every fantasy, every longing you’ve ever had you will act out.  Understand?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll want to be the most shameless bitch those men will have ever seen, understand?”

“Yes.”

I gave her a few ideas to get her imagination started, then told her to count herself awake and start to get ready.  Then I went downstairs to wait for her.  Half an hour later she came into the living room.  She was wearing a small black cocktail dress, black stockings and stiletto heels.  Her tits swayed suggestively as she walked.  She had tied up her hair and applied subtle make-up and a delicate perfume.  She carried a small handbag, which matched her dress perfectly.  She looked at me nervously, then said timidly, “I’m ready Steve.”

I smiled back and said, “Well let’s go then, you don’t want to keep your public waiting, do you?”  She blushed deeply, then smiled at me again, her eyes glittering with excitement.  Throughout the drive to Bob’s place she sat silently, her hands clasped together in her lap, fingers knotted together. 

I took her to the back door of Bob’s place and knocked softly.  The door opened immediately and Bob’s face appeared, grinning widely.  “Right on time!” He laughed, opening the door wide for us both. I ushered Sally inside, then went in myself, closing the door behind me.

“Everything ready?” I asked Bob.

“Everything’s perfect.” He beamed, “We’ve got about forty punters in tonight.  Mind you, I could have sold two hundred tickets for this one.”  Sally looked at him quizzically.  Bob was quick to explain,  “When my regulars heard that the sexy housewife they’d seen on the video was going to be here putting on a live show they were just about baying for tickets.” He laughed heartily, “After tonight, love, if you want to talk about doing a regular spot, I can guarantee you a very appreciative audience every week if you want it!”

Sally stared at him in amazement, then suddenly turned away.  I decided to leave her to her thoughts and made my way into the front of Bob’s place.  He had arranged things perfectly.  A number of seats were laid out in a semi-circle around an area of floor space for Sally to perform in.  Each seat had an eager looking occupant, and there were several rows of men standing behind them.  I spotted Dave Ritchie standing towards the back and made my way over to stand next to him.  As I reached him he turned to me and said with a chuckle,“ How’s the old girl, then?”.

“Wound about as tight as a violin string, and ready to go for it.” I laughed back.

“Excellent.  If she’s as good as she was on that film, this should be a good night.  I might even come over afterwards and slip her a length.” He giggled.

“Help yourself.” I smiled, “She won’t refuse you, mate.”

Bob appeared from the back room, still looking smug.  He looked around at the crowded little store, then said, “Right then gentlemen, here we go.  Here to entertain you this evening, please welcome Mrs Sally Jones.”  There was an enthusiastic round of applause, and Bob stepped to one side and flicked some switches.  The room went dark except for the floor space at the head of the horseshoe, and the space within it.  Then a slow, bluesy riff wound it’s way through the air from the speakers at each corner of the room.

Sally slowly walked out to cheers and whistles.  She looked around at the audience nervously, avoiding eye contact.  From the look on her face I could tell she was trying to identify faces, but I knew that this would be impossible in the lighting Bob had provided.  She shuffled towards the centre of the floor and began to sway her hips to the beat of the music.  She slowly turned around, and then bent slowly at the waist, presenting her arse to us.  She paused for a moment, then straightened up and continued to sway.  After a couple of moments she gracefully reached behind her and began to slowly lower the zip of her neat, black cocktail dress.  As the pulled it lower and lower it became clear that she was wearing no bra, and the soft, smooth skin of her lower back came into view.

The zip descended until it came to a halt just below her waist.  She swayed around in a small circle, turning slowly to face us, clutching the dress to her tits, then turned her back to us again.  She let the top of her dress fall away from her body and then hooked her thumbs into the waistband.  She began to bend over again, thrusting her arse out towards the waiting men, and as she bent she pushed the dress down.  Her small black satin panties were slowly revealed, followed by suspenderless stockings. She continued to bend, going lower and lower until she was bent double, her arse perfectly framed by her stockings and panties, and then she stepped out of the dress and stood up once more.  She cupped her tits with her hands and turned to face us, her face flushed with excitement, then turned away once more.  She took hold of her panties and pulled them up tightly, forcing the delicate fabric into the cleft of her arse, her firm cheeks now exposed to the hungry eyes of the audience.  Then she bent slowly and seductively once more.  As she bent over completely she shuffled her feet apart, giving us a perfect view of her satin clad pussy, the outline of her lips clearly visible.

She stayed in position, swaying her arse in time to the music, easing the fabric of her satin panties deeper into her cleft with each sultry movement.  Then she arched her back and slowly stood up.  She cupped her tits once more and tuned to face us.  Then she licked her lips provocatively and slowly lowered her hands.  There were cheers and grunts of approval as she slowly revealed her firm tits to the watching men. She opened her arms wide and shook her shoulders, making her globes quiver.  She spread her legs wide and thrust her pelvis forward, her mound covered only by the tightly stretched fabric, her pussy lips now clearly visible.

She turned her back to us once again, then pushed her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.  In a single smooth movement she bent over once more and simultaneously pushed her panties down to her knees.  Her firm arse looked delicious as she presented it to her audience, then she let the delicate fabric fall to her feet and stepped out of them.  She bent to pick them up, then turned once more to face us. She clamped one hand over her pussy and held her panties over her head triumphantly, then twirled them around, gyrating her hips.  She suddenly let the panties fly off into the audience, then spread her legs wide apart.  She hesitated for a moment, then flung her arms out wide and threw her head back.  She stood motionless, her entire body on view. 

Then she began to sway and dance seductively once more.  She cupped her tits and pinched her nipples, then turned and swayed her arse at us, legs wide apart still.  After a few moments she bent over, exposing her slit to us, and reached into her bag.  She stood a moment later clutching a bottle of baby oil and turned to face us with a lustful smile on her face.  She sprayed a liberal amount of the oil onto her chest, then began to massage it onto her tits.  She cupped and stroked them lovingly, covering each globe until it glistened beautifully, then she ran her oily hands across her belly.  She poured more oil into herself and began to massage it into her smooth mound, then she began to oil her thighs, spreading them wide apart as she applied the oil to the soft skin below her pussy.

She turned away from us, then glanced over her shoulder and poured oil down her back.  The stream of oil caught the light, and we all watched as it slowly trickled down towards her arse.  She continued to pour, then arched her back, causing it to flow towards her crack.  As we watched appreciatively the stream reached the base of her spine, and then she arched her back further, causing it to flow between her cheeks.  She massaged the oil into the cheeks of her arse, spreading them to expose her tight hole, then ran a finger along her crack.  She bent over and arched her back so that we had a clear view of her puckered hole, then began to massage oil into it using her middle finger.  There were grunts of approval as she slowly pushed her finger into her back door, and then she was slowly fucking her arse with her finger, pushing her hips back onto it, gyrating around and sighing contentedly.

After a few moments she turned and walked to the man in the seat nearest to her, I guessed he had to be about sixty years old, with a bald head and aged skin.  She stood in front of him and I watched as his eyes raked across her body.  Then she slowly took his hands and poured some more oil onto them before bringing them up to her tits.  She held his hands against her firm flesh, massaging them and the oil onto them.  The old man sat there with a stupid grin on his face as she swayed her hips in time to the music and rubbed her tits into his hands, and then she slowly stepped back, blew him a kiss and turned to the man sitting behind her.

He must have been in his sixties too, with a thick mane of steel grey hair.  She turned her back to him and pushed her arse towards him.  She reached behind her once more and poured more oil onto her skin.  He didn’t need another invitation.  He began to rub his hands across her arse, pulling her cheeks slightly apart.  She wriggled her hips around and pushed them back against his hands still further, then he began to move them closer to her crack.  She bent over once again, presenting her arse to him perfectly.  He grinned and ran a finger along her crack.  She shuddered with pleasure, then cupped her tits, offering them to the old man who had been fondling them.

She shuffled her feet apart, giving the man behind her free access to her arse and pussy.  He slipped his hand between her open thighs and began to stroke her slit.  She closed her eyes, a look of sheer pleasure on her face, as his fingers began to push between her lips.   I sat I could see that he was pushing two fingers into her hot hole.  She rocked her hips back and forth, fucking herself on his fingers, then groaned loudly as his other hand began to explore her arse.  He pushed a finger deep into her tight hole whilst still fucking her pussy with his other hand.  Her body went rigid as she concentrated entirely on the sensations within her.   After a minute or so she edged forward, slowly pulling his fingers from her holes, then turned and smiled at him knowingly.

She walked slowly back to the floor space, her arse swaying hypnotically, then reached out and dragged a chair into the centre of the lighted area.  She sat down and then slid down in the chair, pushing her hips forward.  She glanced up at the audience, then pulled her legs up and out, spreading herself completely.  Her pussy glistened with a mixture of oil and arousal and she sighed as she dropped a hand between her legs and began to stroke it gently.  Moments later she placed the other hand between her thighs and spread her pussy lips wide apart, revealing the glistening pink folds within. She held her lips open with the first and second fingers of her left hand, then began to stroke her clit with the middle finger of her right.

She closed her eyes in concentration, then let out a long, low moan.  She quickly build up a steady rhythm, rubbing and teasing her stiff little bud, slipping a finger into her pussy from time to time.  She pressed her lips together, eyes still closed in concentration, then began to rock her hips back and forth, gasping and sighing with pleasure.  The entire audience, including myself, watched enthralled as she drove herself to higher and higher pleasure.

Suddenly she was interrupted by Bob, who called out to her, “Here then Sally, have a play with this!”  There were laughs and cheers as he threw a large plastic toy towards her.  She stood a little shakily and picked up the toy.  It was a double dildo, with a suction cup on the base so it could be fixed to a flat surface.  She knew at once what to do with it, and placed it on the chair she had been using.  She stood with her back to the toy, facing the audience, then slowly lowered herself towards it.  She reached between her legs and grasped hold of the first dildo and lowered herself onto it, positioning it between her pussy lips, then she positioned the second dildo against her back door and began to sink down onto them both.  As they slipped inside her she groaned with pleasure and reached up to cup and squeeze her tits.  She eased herself lower and lower until both plastic shafts were deep inside her, then began to gently rock her hips back and forth.

Her brow was furrowed with concentration and pleasure as she gradually increased the speed of her hips.  She ran her fingertips across her nipples, which were stiff and swollen, then licked her lips and thrust a hand between her legs, began to rub urgently at her clit.  Her body glistened with a mixture of oil and perspiration as she drove her hips down onto the two shafts, gasping and moaning continually, her fingers now a blur as they rubbed her sensitive bud.  She began to whimper in time to the thrust of her hips, increasing the rhythm slowly, deliberately.

“You really like that, don’t you Sally?” Bob asked from the sidelines.

Sally groaned, “Oh yes! Yes!”

“That’s right, you like having your holes filled, isn’t that right?”  A murmur of laughter ran through the audience.

Sally hung her head, but continued thrusting away, “Yes. Oh it feels so good!” She gasped.

“Yes, you look like you’re having a good time.” Bob laughed, “Which do you like best, the one up your pussy or the one up your arse?”

Sally’s brow furrowed again, confused and unable to think clearly, “Oh both. Oh I like them both.” She sighed.

“What, both at the same time?”  Bob chuckled.

“Mmmmm, yes. Oh God yes!” She gasped.  Another ripple of laughter from the watching men.

“Do you like it better when you’ve got an audience, then?  Does that get you hot, Sally?”  A shudder ran through her body and she let out another moan.  “Does it feel good to have a room full of men watching you while you fuck yourself off?  Do you like that, Sally?”

She was now thrusting her hips frantically, and rubbing her clit furiously.  “Oh yes, oh it feels good. Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  Her body went rigid.  She ground her hips down onto the two shafts within her, then she clamped her thighs together, her hand still between them.  Her entire body shook for several seconds, and the she sighed heavily and her body relaxed.

The room was completely silent for a few seconds, and then Bob said, “Very good Sally, very nice indeed.  Don’t you think she deserves a round of applause, then gentlemen?”  The men immediately began to show their appreciation.  Sally blushed deeply, began to ease herself off the shafts within her.  She stood up slowly, then began to move towards the back of the shop.  “Where are you going Sally?” Bob asked.

“Well, I, er, I thought that was it.” She said timidly.

“Good heavens, no!” Bob laughed, “We want to see a lot more of you yet, don’t we boys?”  There were shouts of agreement.  “And we want to hear more too.  Come on Sally, tell us all what you like.  Tell us everything.”

She stared at him in amazement.  “Tell you what I like?” She said, her eyes wide with surprise.

“Sure, come on, Sally, tell us all the sordid details.” Bob laughed again.

“Well, I, er, well, I mean, I er…” She stammered.

“You like sex, don’t you?”

“Well, er, yes.  I like sex.”  She said timidly, her face colouring.

“What’s your favourite position?” Bob demanded.

“I, er, don’t really have one.”  She sounded almost apologetic.

“Hear that, guys?  She doesn’t care how she gets it, just as long as she gets plenty of it.  Is that right Sally?”  There was a ripple of laughter.  Sally blushed deeply once more and covered her breasts and pussy protectively.  “Do you play with yourself a lot?”

“Er, sometimes.  It depends.”

“On whether you’ve had a cock up you or not?”  Another burst of laughter.

“Yes.”

“So what do you fantasise about when you play with your pussy?”  She squirmed with embarrassment, unable to make eye contact with anyone in the room.  “Too late to go shy on us now, Sally.  We’ve just watched you fuck yourself in both holes and bring yourself off!  You enjoyed that, didn’t you?  Of course you did!  Is it just plastic you like up your arse, or do you like the real thing as well?”

The men sat watching expectantly.  Sally lowered her head, “I like it that way too.” She said, her voice barely audible.  There were a few chuckles from the audience.

“So do you fantasise about having a cock up your arse when you play with yourself?” Bob asked with a laugh.

“Sometimes.”

“What’s your favourite fantasy? Come on, tell us, we want to know don’t we guys?”  There were grunts of agreement.

She pressed her arm tightly across her tits and clamped her thighs together.  Then she cleared her throat and stared off into the middle distance.  “I imagine that I’m in a room like this, in front of a load of men, and I have to take off all my clothes and touch myself.  And they make me do it until I come.” She closed her eyes, “And then some of the men smack my bottom, and then I have to touch myself again, and play with myself until I come again.”

There was a shout of laughter from the audience.  Sally hung her head shamefully, her face now crimson with embarrassment.  “Well, well, well.” Bob laughed, “So you like to have your arse smacked, do you?  Well, we can’t have the lady going home disappointed, can we gentlemen?  Who’d like to be the first to warm her pretty cheeks?”

There was a clamour from the audience as several of the men offered their services.  Bob looked around, and then walked slowly over to a man sitting in the middle of the semi-circle.  He smiled at the man, then said, “I think Arnold here should be the first to oblige the lady.  One of my best customers, after all.”

Arnold stood up at once, grinning lecherously.  He was probably in his fifties, and was clearly overweight.  He wore thick glasses and had an untidy mop of greasy brown hair.  His face was flushed and sweaty.  As he walked over to Sally he licked his lips.  He took hold of her arm and pulled her towards the chair, which was still where she had left it.  He picked up the dildo and tossed it aside, then sat down with a grunt.  “Come on them woman, get yourself across my knee.  I’ll show you how this should be done.”

She shuffled uncomfortably, then allowed herself to be draped across him.  He ran his hands across her cheeks, then raised his hand.  She gasped as the first stinging blow landed on her tender flesh.  There was a giggle from the men watching, and then Arnold began to rain blows down on her cheeks. In moments she was yelping with pain and writhing around on his lap.  She tried to protect herself with her hand, but he simply took hold of it and pushed it into the small of her back, holding it there with his free hand, then delivered several more smacks.  The room was filled with the sound of his hand tormenting her skin, and her anguished cries and gasps.  Men began to call out encouragement and cheered each blow.  After a couple of minutes Bob motioned for him to stop.  Arnold was sweating profusely, but still grinning.

“How did you like that, Sally?” Bob asked.  She didn’t reply, still gasping and moaning.  “Tell you what, Arnold, have a feel.  Tell us if she’s getting juiced up or not.” There was a cheer from the watching men.

Sally dropped her head in shame.  Arnold thrust his hand between her thighs, his grin broadening.  She groaned with shame as he began to rub her pussy, began to squirm around on his lap.   He slipped a finger between her lips, then laughed loudly.  “She’s fucking soaking down here!” He announced to more cheers, then he held up his glistening wet finger as evidence.

Bob chose another customer from the audience, who eagerly stepped forward and took Arnold’s place.  He was a tall, powerfully build man with huge hands.  He held Sally as if she was a doll, then began to smack her arse with such force that her entire body shook.  She moaned and wailed with each blow, was soon sobbing with pain and humiliation.  Once again, her tormentor was invited to explore her most intimate place, and once again Sally squirmed and writhed around as the stranger pushed a fat finger into her pussy.  As her third tormentor was chosen she stood up and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, then rubbed her tender cheeks.  Bob made her turn and bend over to show the men her punished bottom.  Her cheeks were a fiery red, and she shuddered as she draped herself across the lap of the next man, who proceeded to spank her enthusiastically.  Once more, as he finished, Bob invited him to examine Sally’s pussy.  Two more men followed suit, spanking Sally’s bare arse before slipping their hands between her thighs and probing her pussy.  By the time the torment stopped she was sobbing and crying, her bottom glowing red.

“There now, Sally, how was that?” Bob asked with a chuckle.  She simply stood there rubbing her tormented flesh, tears still running down her face.  “And now for the grand finale.” He said with another laugh, “Get down on the floor there, and give yourself a good seeing to!” He instructed.  There was more laughter and cheers from the watching men as she slowly sank to the floor in the middle of the semi-circle.

She lay on her back and raised her knees, then she slowly let them fall open and reached down with a trembling hand.  She began to slowly stroke her pussy lips, then pushed a finger inside.  After a couple of moments she withdrew it, then lifted her hand to her face and began to suck and lick her finger.  She ran her hand down to her pussy once more, then pushed two fingers inside and began to fuck herself slowly.  She reached down with her free hand and quickly found her clit, began to rub it in time to her finger fucking.  Soon she was gasping and moaning, pushing her hips up off the floor, exposing herself to the eager eyes of the men, who called out encouragement and made cruel remarks about her body. 

“You’ve got one minute to come, Sally, or we’ll have to smack your arse again!” Bob announced to cheers and whistles.  Her eyes opened wide with shock, and then she began to fuck herself urgently.  Her fingers were a blur as they flicked across her stiff clit.  She pushed her hips up and buried her fingers deep inside her hot, wet pussy.  “Forty five seconds.” Bob warned.  As she pushed herself closer and closer to orgasm the men began to cheer her on, urging her to climax.  As Bob announced the thirty second mark she began to gasp and whimper rhythmically.

“Oh! Ah! Ah! Mmmm! Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Aaaaaaeeeeeeehhhhhhnnnggghhh!”  Her body shook as she climaxed, then she clamped her thighs together and rolled onto her side.  Her body was heaving with each ragged breath she took.  The men cheered and applauded.

“Well that’s all for tonight, gentlemen.  See you next time.” Bob called happily.  A buzz of conversation struck up as the men began to shuffle towards the door.  Sally got wearily to her feet and began to shuffle to the back of the shop, stopping to pick up her dress on the way.

Bob locked the front door of the shop, then came over to me, still grinning with delight.  “Bloody marvellous!” He said happily, “She puts on a bloody good show, doesn’t she?” He laughed again. “That little performance made me two hundred quid.  Fantastic!  You’ve got to bring her back again soon, yes?”

I smiled at him, “Well maybe, but what’s in it for me?”

“What do you want?” He said at once.

“Well how about fifty percent?” I said.

He thought for a moment.  “Sixty – forty?”

I grinned, “OK, but I want a few little items from your shop for tonight’s show, that alright with you?”

“Help yourself.” He said with a shrug, then leaned in closer to me, “You, er, said I could have a little fun myself, once the punters had gone.  Is that still on?”

I smiled at him, “Never one to go back on my word Bob!”  I turned and called to Sally.   She finished pulling her dress back on and walked over to where I stood.  Her face was still flushed with colour, her eyes glittered.  “Enjoy yourself?” I asked with a smile.  She blushed again, then smiled shyly.  “Listen, I need to find a few things from Bob’s stock room while I’m here.  It’ll take a little while.  While I’m busy, why don’t you show Bob how grateful you are to him for letting you use his place?”

She got the message at once, her face paled and she swallowed nervously.  She looked at Bob and tried to smile.  “Thanks ever so much for tonight.” She said sweetly.

“That’s ok, darling, I was happy to help you out.  Now what are you going to do for me in return?”

She looked away briefly, then said, “Whatever you want.”

Bob grinned lecherously, “Good girl!  Now why don’t you take that dress off and let me have a look at you, hmm?”

She nodded briefly, then unzipped the dress and let it fall to the floor.  Bob grunted with satisfaction and reached out and began to grope her tits.  “These are nice.” He commented, “And I like your shaven pussy, looks good.” He pushed his hand between her thighs.  She squirmed with discomfort but made no effort to move away. She gasped as he pushed his finger inside her.  “Mmmm! Very nice.  My punters really liked the look of this, but they’d like the feel of it more.  Maybe next time you’ll let them all have a feel, what do you say?”

“I, er, well, I, mean, er…..” She flustered.

He chuckled at her obvious reluctance, “Come on now, Sally.  You can’t keep a nice pussy like this all to yourself.  That’s just selfish.  You got to share it around!”

I decided to leave him to it and made my way to the store room.  As I left them I heard Bob say, “Now I think it’s time for uncle Bob to have a blow job.  You don’t mind, do you Sally?”

“No. I don’t mind.” She said timidly, then sank to her knees before him.

Once inside the store room I started to search for the items I wanted.  I had a number of ideas in mind, and it took me several minutes to find all the items I wanted.  Finally, I had found them all and went back to the shop.  I stopped at the door and peered through.  Sally was on her hands and knees in the middle of the shop, and Bob was positioning himself behind her.  As I watched he placed the head of his stiff cock at the entrance to her back door and began to push in.  I smiled to myself, knowing what would happen next.  She gasped and shuddered as she felt him penetrate, and then as he drove deeply into her bowels she started to climax.  She began to moan and whimper as his cock was buried inside her, then she was writhing around and crying out, “Oh yes! Yes! Oh my God! Ahhhhhh!”

Bob grinned smugly, “That’s right you dirty bitch.  You love a cock up your arse, don’t you?”

“Oh Jesus! Oh God yes, yes!” She wailed, her body rigid with pleasure.  Bob began to fuck her vigorously, grabbing hold of her hips and pulling her back onto his cock as he stabbed it into her.  He groaned and tensed, and I knew he was shooting his load deep into her arse.  She had just about finished her orgasm, but the feeling of him climaxing inside her brought her off again.  Her body shook as she climaxed and she let out a long, low moan.  Finally Bob sighed and his body relaxed.  Moments later he pulled out of her, his cock already deflating, and staggered to a chair and sat down.

“Fucking hell!” He gasped, “That was fucking great!  You really do love a bit of cock, don’t you?” He chuckled.  Sally didn’t reply.  She was still on her hands and knees in the middle of the store, her body covered in a sheen of oil and sweat.  Her eyes were glazed and she was gasping for breath.

I walked into the store.  Bob looked up at me and winked, “Best bit of arse I’ve had in a long time!” He grinned.  Sally began to get to her feet.  She looked exhausted, and her legs almost gave way under her as she stood up.  She began to pull on her dress once more, her movements slow and weary.

“Had a good time, Sal?” I smiled at her.  She managed a weak smile in reply, then nodded slowly.

“I’ll say she has!”  Bob laughed, “Stripped, spanked, fingered and fucked.  What a night!”

I joined in the laughter, Sally simply blushed and shuffled towards the door.  “Aren’t you going to say thanks to Bob?” I asked.

She turned to him slowly, “Thank you Bob, I had a great time.” She said quietly.

“Let’s do it again soon.” He chuckled.  He followed us to the back door of his shop and let us out, as Sally passed him he reached out and patted her arse.  “Any time you like, love, you come back and see old Uncle Bob.”

As Bob closed the door behind us and began to lock it from the inside, Sally dropped into her seat in the car with an exhausted sigh.  She made no attempt to speak as I started the drive home.  After a few minutes however, I couldn’t resist having a bit of fun.  “So what was the best bit?  Stripping off in front of all those men, playing with yourself while they watched, or having those dirty old men smack your arse?”

She gave a huge sigh, “I loved it all.” She said simply, “I never would have believed it, but I loved every single minute of it.  Even being nice to Bob.  I can’t believe I did all of that.  Jesus, what a slut I am.”

“Not a slut, Sal, just a woman who knows how to enjoy herself, and who doesn’t mind others joining in!” 

She smiled wearily.  “I hope you’re right.” She said.

“Next time maybe you should do what Bob suggested?” I offered.

“What, let them all touch me?” She asked in astonishment, “You really think I should do that?”

“Why not.  Admit it, you like the idea, don’t you?”

“God Steve, I really don’t know any more.  I can’t think about it right now, I’m absolutely shattered.”

We passed the rest of the journey in silence, but I knew that her programming had kicked in, and she was already thinking about how it would feel to be groped by a room full of men.  When we arrived home Sally went straight upstairs and ran a hot bath. I went in search of the girls.  I went to Helen’s room first.  As I opened the door she called out, “Hey! Why don’t you knock? Oh it’s you Steve.” She smiled happily at me.  “Richard just came over to see me.” She added needlessly.  I glanced at Richard who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Have fun this evening?” I asked him.

“Too bloody right I did.” He laughed, “So much fun I needed to come over here for some relief.”

I put them both under, told them to carry on as if I wasn’t there, then woke them.   Richard looked at Helen lecherously, “Come here and let me have a look at you.” He ordered.  Helen immediately moved to stand in front of him.  He grunted with pleasure then ran his hand up the inside of her leg.  He casually reached for the button of her jeans and flicked it open, then pulled down the zip.  He began to tug on them, pulling them down.  She wriggled her hips, helping to ease the blue denim fabric lower, and exposing her pink, silver starred knickers.  He grunted again and pushed her jeans down to her ankles.  She reached down and removed them completely, then stood obediently.  He ran his hands over the soft skin of her legs, then pushed his hand between her thighs and stroked the crotch of her knickers.  He reached ‘round her with his free hand and cupped the plump cheek of her arse, pulling her nearer. 

He began to rub her pussy, pressing the soft fabric of her knickers into her crevice, then tugged gently on the hem of her T-shirt and said, “Take this off.”  She pulled it off at once, revealing her plain white bra.

“Shall I take this off as well?” She asked.  He nodded and she reached behind her to open the clasp.  She let her bra fall down her arms, then took it off and tossed it aside.  He reached up and cupped her plump little tits, circling the nipples with his thumbs, then grunted again.  After a few moments he reached for the waistband of her knickers and slid them down.  His eyes fell at once on her sparse patch of pubic hair, and then he began to stroke her pussy again.  She shuffled her feet apart, giving him easier access to her delicate folds.  He gently pushed a finger between her lips and found her clit, began to gently stroke the little bud.  Helen sighed softly.  He looked up at her and she blushed then smiled at him.

“Good girl!” He grinned back at her, “You like having your pussy played with, don’t you?”

She flushed deeply, “Yes sir.” She whispered.

He pushed his finger along her slit, then eased it inside her.  She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feelings within her.  He took hold of the cheek of her arse once again, pulling her hips forward and pushing his finger deeper into her tender hole.  She gasped, then put her hands on his shoulders for support.  “You’re getting nice and wet here, Helen.” He chuckled, “Are you enjoying this?”

“Yes sir.” She answered, her voice trembling slightly.

“That’s good.” He smiled.  “Would you like to suck my cock now?”

She licked her lips, “Yes please sir.”

He chuckled again, “Good girl.  Go on then.”  He lay back on the bed and she dropped to her knees between his thighs.  She quickly opened his trousers and eased them down, then pulled his underwear down and exposed his semi-erect cock.  She took hold of it and lowered her face towards it.  She kissed the tip, then ran her tongue along the length.  He sighed with pleasure.  She planted several kisses on his balls, then licked them lovingly before taking his cock into her mouth.  She began to suck eagerly, bobbing her head up and down on the swelling head and cupping his balls with her small hand.  In moments he was sighing with pleasure.  She closed her eyes in concentration, sucking his cock lovingly, stroking and caressing his balls.  For several minutes she gave herself over to his pleasure, doing all she could to please him.

Finally he put his hand on her head, “I want you to get on top of me now.” He said softly.  She stood up and moved onto the bed, straddling his hips, then took hold of his cock and positioned it at the entrance to her pussy.  With a sigh she began to sink down onto it, rocking her hips gently, easing it deeper and deeper into her tight hole.  With a low moan she pushed her hips down onto him, burying him to the hilt, then fell forward and placed her hands on his shoulders once more.  She began to gyrate her hips, slowly fucking him. He sighed with pleasure, then reached up and began to fondle her small tits once more.  She began to increase the pace of her hips, driving them back and forth as his cock was buried inside her.  Her face was a picture of concentration, her breathing becoming shallow. 

“Oh yes, that’s very good.” He grunted, “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

“Oh God, yes sir!” She gasped, then began to moan with each thrust of her hips.

“Are you going to come soon?” He said with a smile.

“Oh I think so sir.” She whimpered, “Oh yes! Oh I’m going to come sir.  Oh yes. Mmmmmm!”  She began to rock her hips frantically as she came closer to orgasm.  Suddenly she gasped and started to climax, her eyes wide with surprise, jaw hanging loosely.  As she drove her hips down onto his cock he groaned and started to come inside her.  He reached out and took hold of her hips, holding her in place until he had finished emptying himself into her.  Finally he gave a massive sigh and relaxed back onto the bed.

“You’re getting bloody good at that, young lady!” He chuckled, still gasping for breath.

Helen blushed, then slowly eased herself off him, “Thank you sir.” She said timidly.  He chuckled to himself at her obedience, then stood up and began to pull up his trousers.  I could feel my cock throbbing in my trousers and decided to pay another visit to Hannah.  I quickly put Richard under and told him to go for a drive for about an hour, then made my way next door.

As I passed Edward’s room I could hear him grunting and Donna groaning.  I opened the door and peered inside.  Donna was lying face down on his bed, with Edward on top of her.  His cock was buried deep in her arse and he was driving into her savagely.  “How do you like that, you fucking bitch?” He growled in her ear as he violated her.  She groaned and sobbed, then covered her face with her hands.  He reached beneath her and began to maul her oversize tits, pinching the nipples cruelly.  She whimpered with pain, began to beg him to stop.  “Please Edward.  Please don’t do that any more, I’m sorry, I really am.  I’ll do whatever you want, only please stop.”

I grinned with amusement, then made my way to Hannah’s room.  I found her lying on her bed, naked, with her legs wide apart, the pink vibrator I’d given her buried deep in her pussy.  She squawked with alarm as she heard the door open, then squealed with excitement when she saw it was me.  “Oh my darling, I didn’t expect you back tonight. Oh fantastic!”

“Having fun with your toys?” I grinned.

“Oh God yes!” She gasped, “Oh it’s just fantastic!  I imagine that you’re here watching me, and I have to keep going on and on until you give me permission to come.”  She threw herself into my arms and kissed me passionately, then took hold of my hands and guided them to her arse and pussy.  “Oh I love it when you touch me.” She sighed, rubbing her slit against my finger.  She reached down and stroked the front of my trousers, her eyes widened with excitement as she felt the stiffness of my cock.  “Oh Steve! Oh that feels so fucking good!”

In moments she had opened my trousers and was stroking my shaft lovingly, then she fell to her knees and began to suck it hungrily.  She wrapped her hand around my shaft and began to pump it up and down, then began to lick my balls.  “Oh Jesus Steve, will you give it to me?  Will you do me, right now?”

I grinned at her, “No, but if I lie on the bed, you can do me!”

She licked her lips hungrily as I lay down. She quickly straddled me and took hold of my cock, then positioned it between her pussy lips.  “Is this ok, Steve? Or would you rather put it up my bottom?” She asked imploringly.

Her pussy felt deliciously hot and wet, “Go for it!” I grinned.

She sank down at once, pushing my cock into her up to the hilt with a single movement.  She shuddered and sighed.  “Oh that feels just fantastic!” She sighed, then began thrusting her hips eagerly.  She still wore the leash I had given her, fastened to each pink nipple. I reached out and took hold of it, slowly stretching it.  She arched her back and threw back her shoulders, pulling her tits away from me, her face contorted with pain and pleasure.  She began to bounce up and down on my cock, making her tits swing around.  She leant back further, putting her hands behind her and resting them on my thighs, her tits stretched painfully.

“Oh! Ahhhh! Oh Yes!” She whined, “On my God!”

I stroked her soft, round belly with my free hand, then let my fingertips play across her shaven mound.  As she rose up once more I slipped my finger between her thighs and found her clit, began to rub it gently.  She let out a sibilant hiss of pure lust, then ground her pussy down onto my cock, her hands gripping my thighs tightly.  She began to thrust her hips against my cock frantically, gasping and moaning, still pulling her shoulders back, stretching her firm tits.  She clamped her jaw tightly, her eyes wide with longing.  "Oh fuck, yes! Yes! Yes!” She grunted as she drove herself down onto my cock.  “Oh Jesus Steve, oh I’m going to come.  I’m going to come. Oh I’m going to come. Ohhhhhhhh gggoooooodddddddddd!”

She pressed her lips together, her entire face contorted in ecstasy, her fingers digging painfully into my thighs as she climaxed.  She threw her shoulders back with such forced that the leash was almost snatched out of my hand, her tits and nipples wildly distorted by the pressure.  Finally she relaxed, and with a huge shudder she fell forward to lie on top of me, gasping and whining.  After barely a moment’s pause she began to kiss my face and neck feverishly.  “Oh my darling that was the best ever! Oh I thought I was going to explode it felt so good!”  She began to laugh like a little girl, still covering me with kisses.  “Oh God Steve, I’d do anything for you, anything at all, I promise.”

I grinned at her, “I know you would.  Why don’t you start by sinking that delicious arse of yours down on my cock? I want some relief.”

“Oh yes, my darling, I’m sorry Steve.” She gasped, raising herself up at once.  In moments she had squatted over me and was lowering her tight hole towards my straining cock.  She pressed my glans between her cheeks, then lowered her hips, easing me into her.  She felt wonderfully tight as she sank down on my cock, her legs spread wide, exposing her glistening wet pussy to me.  As my cock went deeper and deeper into her bowels I pushed two fingers into her pussy and began to finger fuck her.  She gasped and moaned, began to fuck me eagerly.  I could feel her sphincter gripping my shaft as her hips rose and fell.  I let my thumb rest on her stiff clit, began to tease it as I pushed my fingers deeper into her.

“Steve? Oh my God, Steve, I think I’m coming again.” She whined, thrusting her arse down onto my cock.  “Oh Jesus, this feels so good.  Are you going to come in me, Steve?  Shoot your lovely load right into my bottom?”

“Is that what you’d like?” I grinned.

“Oh God yes! Oh yes Steve. Oh please come in me Steve.  Oh I want you to so much. Oh I love it when you come in me Steve. Oh Steve! Steve! Ahhhhh!”

I felt her pussy walls writhe as she climaxed once more, then I felt my own orgasm closing in and gave myself over to the wonderful feelings as I shot stream after stream of hot jism into her bowels. 

I lay back, feeling completely sated, my cock still buried deep inside her, my fingers still in her pussy.  She slowly lifted herself off my cock, then took hold of my hand and lifted it to her lips.  She began to lick and suck at the fingers I had fucked her with, lovingly cleaning her juices from them.  Then she rolled away from me, turned around and began to kiss and lick my cock.  She ran her tongue along the entire length of my shaft, then kissed and licked my balls.  I felt my scrotum tighten as her tongue played across it, and then she moved up and began to suck on my glans.  Incredibly, I felt myself start to respond, my cock twitching as she sucked lovingly on it.  I sighed with pleasure and watched as she coaxed my cock back to full erection, then began to suck hungrily on it.  She wrapped her tongue around my glans, then bobbed her head up and down, her hand stroking my shaft and caressing my balls.  I ran my hand across the cheeks of her arse, so perfectly presented towards me, then playfully slapped her firm flesh.

She squealed with pleasure and sucked harder on my cock, stroking my shaft rapidly.  I gave her another slap and she wriggled her arse playfully.  I slipped my hand between her thighs and found her clit, then began to pinch it gently.  She arched her back and pushed her pussy towards me, gasping and moaning onto my cock.  I pinched her clit hard and slapped her arse crisply.  She lowered her head onto my cock, pushing my glans to the back of her throat, then groaned onto it.  I began to rub her clit between thumb and forefinger, teasing and tormenting.  She gasped again, her hips now writhing around as she sucked ever harder on my cock.   I gave her several more stinging slaps, watching as her skin went from pale white to rosy pink, the imprint of my hand clearly visible, and then she went into overdrive.  She sucked and licked my cock urgently, gripping the shaft with her hand and pumping it furiously.  I felt myself approaching yet another orgasm and lay back to enjoy the sensations.  As I started to shoot my load she raised her head from my cock and directed the streams of jism onto her face.  Finally I was done, and I lay back with an exhausted sigh.

She immediately knelt up on the bed beside me and began to massage my jism into her face.  As she did so her other hand dropped to her pussy and she began to rub her clit rapidly.  She gasped and moaned as she sucked my jism from her fingers, then suddenly whimpered, “Oh Jesus yes!”  She clamped her thighs together onto her hand and fell to the bed, curling into a ball, her entire body shaking.   

Wearily I made my way back to Sally’s and fell into an exhausted, but satisfied sleep.

I woke the following morning feeling refreshed and eager to have some fun with my toys!  I considered my options as I showered, and by the time I made my way down to breakfast I had formed my plans for the day.  I’d always liked Saturdays, and this one was shaping up to be one of the best ever!

Sally and the girls made an enormous fuss of me, scurrying around making coffee and fetching food.  As usual they all wore a T-shirt and knickers, nothing else, and I smiled to myself at the thought of how prim and proper they’d been when I first came into their lives.  Helen and Sandra had been two healthy young girls, innocent and shy.  They would no more have pranced around in front of me in their underwear than fly!  Now they would happily strip naked and perform any sexual act I asked of them.  Sally too had been too shy even to let me see her naked the first time we went to bed together.  Now she was regularly stripping and masturbating for audiences of men, even happy for my friend Bob to make money selling tickets for the show!

Over breakfast each of them outlined their plans for the day. Sally needed to do some shopping and house work, Helen and Sandra had school work to finish.  They all planned to be busy until at least early afternoon.  I left them to their plans and made my way to Richard’s house, taking the collection of items I’d found at Bob’s place with me.  It took less than a minute to programme Richard and send him off for the day on some fool’s errand.  Then I found Hannah and gave her some tasks to keep her out of the way, then went to Edward’s room.

He was still sleeping, and grunted sullenly as I woke him.  “Come on, get your lazy arse out of bed, we’re going to have some fun today.” I urged.

He looked at me, blinking slowly, “Yeah? Like what?”

“Get dressed and meet me in the living room in five minutes.” I said, then went to find Donna.  She was making her way from the bathroom to her bedroom, obviously having just showered.  I put her under and gave her the instructions necessary for the fun to begin, then went to the living room and waited.

A few minutes later Edward shambled in, collapsing onto a sofa.  He turned to me and said bluntly, “OK, so what’s all the fun going to be today, then?”

I put him under and set the scene.  Moments later Donna came into the room wearing a tight T-shirt and even tighter jeans.  She looked at me nervously, as if unsure why she was there.   “Hello Donna.” I said cheerfully, “I’m glad you came in, I want to ask you some questions.  Is that ok?”

She fidgeted nervously, “Questions?  What kind of questions?” She asked, a look of concern on her face.

“Oh, all sorts of things.” I said with a smile, “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Well, er, I suppose not.” She conceded.

“Good. I knew you wouldn’t mind.  Now I want you to come and stand in front of me and Edward, ok?” I smiled at her.  She shuffled forward until she was standing about four feet from the two of us.  “That’s good.  And now I’d like you to take your clothes off.” I said calmly.

Her eyes flitted between the two of us, then she coughed nervously, “What, all of them?” She said with a whine.

“Oh yes, I think so, don’t you Edward?” Edward nodded and grinned, “That would be much more fun.” I chuckled.

She bit her lower lip and dropped her head, then slowly reached for the hem of her T-shirt.  She pulled it up and over her head, revealing a black lacy bra, which she also took off, exposing her large, fleshy tits.  She opened the button of her jeans and began to push them down, wriggling her hips as she struggled to be free of the tight denim.  Finally she kicked them off and stood before us wearing a tiny black thong.  With a sigh she pushed it down and stepped out of it, then stood awkwardly, her knees pressed together, her hands clasped across her mousy coloured pubic thatch.

“Hands by your side, Donna.” I grinned, “After all, it’s not as though we haven’t seen it all before, is it?”  Edward sniggered beside me.  Donna blushed and fidgeted some more.  “Now, I want you to tell me some things, are you ready?”

She coughed nervously, “Yes, er, I suppose so.” She said quietly.

“OK, let’s begin.  How old were you when you lost your virginity?” I asked bluntly.

She gasped with shock, “What?” She spluttered, “What do you want to know that for?”

“Because I do.  Answer the question.”

She started to chew her lip nervously, her face reddening.  Finally she said, “I was sixteen.”

“And who did you lose it to?” I asked.

“Greg, he was my boyfriend at the time.” She stammered.

“Tell us about it.”

She covered her face with her hands for a moment, then said, “All my friends at school had lost theirs, and I wanted to know what it was like. One afternoon his parents were out and I went to his house, and we did it in his bedroom.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Not much.  It was over so quickly.  He only lasted a minute or so before he came.  But I was glad I’d done it.”

“And what about your first sexual activity, how old where you when that happened?”

“I can’t remember.” She said quickly.

I smiled to myself, “Now I don’t believe that for a moment.” I said sternly, “Everyone remembers the first time.  Now come on, tell us, I want to know.  Who was the first to touch your tits, for example.”

She lifted her arms to cover her breasts, her knees pressed together tightly.  Clearly uncomfortable, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, then looked at me imploringly, “Please Steve, don’t make me do this, not in front of him anyway.”  Edward chuckled, enjoying her embarrassment.

“Donna, I’m running out of patience.” I warned, “I haven’t got all day, and I haven’t time for your ridiculous shyness.  Get on with it.” I barked.

She flinched, then looked at the ceiling, still clutching her arms across her tits.  “I was thirteen.” She began, “There was a boy who lived next door to us, Steven.  He was fourteen at the time.  I was one of the first girls in the street to start to develop. By the time I was thirteen I was already in a ‘C’ cup.  He used to make comments about them, saying how nice they were.  Things like that.  One day he offered me a pound if he could feel them.”

“And you said ‘yes’?”

“We never had any money.  My dad was out of work, and I never got any pocket money.  A pound seemed like a lot to me.”

“So you let him?”

“Not at first.  I told him to fuck off.  But he kept on asking, offering me a pound if I’d let him touch them for one minute.  Finally I gave in.” She sighed heavily.  Edward laughed.

“And was that the only time you did that?”

“No.  When I let Steven it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.  We went behind the shed in my garden, and I just stood there while he groped my boobs. He didn’t hurt or anything, so when he asked to do it again a few days later I let him.”

“For another pound?”

“Yes.” She blushed deeply.

“Go on.” I urged.

“Well he told his mates, didn’t he?  He said he wouldn’t, he promised me, but he did anyway.  Next thing there were two other boys offering me money for a quick feel.”

“And you agreed?”

“I didn’t see why not.  If they were going to give me money just to squeeze my boobs for a minute, I thought, ‘why not’?”

“Then what happened?”

She looked up at the ceiling again.  “Well it didn’t stop there.  Soon there were all sorts of boys who would come to my street just to pay me a pound and feel my boobs.  I got quite a lot of money together, but then they wanted to go further.”

“In what way?”

“At first it was just touching me over my top.  But soon they wanted to put their hands inside.  I said ‘no’, and then they said they wouldn’t pay me any more.  They said they were bored just feeling them through my top. They said that unless they could put their hands inside, they didn’t want to know.”

“And you let them?”

“In the end, yes.  I wanted the money.  So one evening one of them asked me again, and I said yes.  There were five of them, and we all went behind the shed, and they gave me their money and I let them put their hands inside my top.”

“Did you enjoy that?”

She sighed again, “Not really.  I felt dirty letting them do it at first, then I just used to let them get on with it.  I wanted the money, you see.”

“Did you do that a lot?” Edward asked, “Did you let lots of boys feel your tits?”

She blushed deeply,  “After a while, when they’d told all their mates, there was lots of boys coming around, yes.”

“And you let them all put their hands in you bra and feel your tits for a quid?” He sniggered.

“Yes.” She said, her head bowed.

“So what happened then?” He asked eagerly.

“They wanted to have longer and longer each time.  At first I let them feel me for one minute, but they said that wasn’t long enough, and that they wanted to do it for longer.  In the end I let them, and they would all have a feel for as long as they wanted.  Some evenings that was all I did, just stand there while a line of them felt my boobs one after the other.”

“Go on.” I said.

“One evening about six of them came to see me.  They said they wanted to go somewhere quiet, so we wouldn’t get caught.  I went with them to some woods near where I lived, and when we got there they said that just having a feel wasn’t good enough any more.  They said they wanted to see them as well, and they said that unless I took my top off as well as letting them feel them, then they wouldn’t pay me.”

“And what did you do?”

“I was saving up to buy some really nice clothes, and I was so close to having the money I needed ….” She said defensively.

“So you got your tits out for the boys?” Edward sniggered.  Donna flushed with impotent rage.

“Carry on.” I urged.

“They all cheered when I took my bra off.  I felt like such a slut, and then they were all having a feel.  And they made me shake my shoulders to make them jiggle, and they laughed at that, and they pinched my nipples until they hurt.  I said I had to go home, but they wouldn’t let me go.  They kept me there for hours, looking at my boobs and playing with them.  After that night I decided that I wouldn’t do it any more, but then Steven, the boy from next door said he’d tell my dad what I’d been doing if I didn’t let them do it again.  I knew he would too, and I was scared because I knew my dad would have gone crazy if he knew, so I had to let them do it again.”

“So you just kept on getting your tits out for the boys? Ha! What a laugh!” Edward was enjoying himself thoroughly.  “Did you do anything else for them?” He asked, excitement rising in his voice.

She looked at me, her face going white, “Please Steve, can we stop now.  Please?”

“No, carry on, and answer Edward’s question.  We want to hear all your dirty secrets.” I chuckled.

She swallowed nervously.  “Well, I was about fourteen, and I was still going down to the woods with them, and letting them see and feel me.  One evening they said that they’d give me an extra pound each if I took my jeans and knickers off.  There was about eight of them, and I worked out that I’d get sixteen pounds if I said yes.  That seemed like a fortune to me.”

“So you dropped your knickers for them, right there?” Edward asked in delight.

“They couldn’t see much, I kept my legs tight together.”  She said defensively.

“But you did it, didn’t you?” He insisted.

She nodded sadly, tears welling in her eyes.  “They looked at me like I was a piece of meat, and they laughed and cheered when I took my knickers off.  They made me turn around so they could see my bum, and then they all had a feel of my boobs again.  After that they never stopped.  At least once a week they made me go with them to the woods and take all my things off.” She paused for a moment, then took a huge breath and sighed heavily.  “And then one time one of them came to me and said he’d give me five pounds if I’d let him feel my boobs, bum and pussy, and then give him a hand job afterwards.  He said he’d never tell anyone, not even his best mate. He promised and promised.  And then he held up this five pound note.  And he said I could have it right then, if I did what he wanted.”

“And did you?” I asked, knowing what the answer would be.

She nodded.  “We went to the shed in my garden.  I knew where dad kept the keys, and we went inside and locked the door behind us.  Then I let him.”

“Tell us all about it.” I demanded.

“Well I took my things off, and he played with my boobs for a bit.  Then he started to stroke my pussy.  I had my legs together, but he said that the deal was that I’d let him feel everything, so I had to open my legs and let him touch me there.  There was bench in the shed, and he made me lie down on it and open my legs so he could see everything. Oh God it was awful.  He was staring at my pussy for ages, and then he was touching it.  And he wanted to put his finger inside, but I told him not to, and he said, ‘right, well I’m not paying you then’.  So I had to let him put his finger in, or I wouldn’t have got the money.  And then he wanted to feel my bum, and I let him do that.  Then he opened his trousers and got his cock out and I had to stroke it until he came. I’d never felt one before and I was really scared.  I only stroked him a couple of times before he came.  I remember watching as all this white stuff came shooting out of it.  Christ, there seemed to be gallons of it.”

“What happened next?” Edward demanded.

“My dad got a job, and that meant we had to move house.  A couple of nights before we left one of the boys asked me to go with him to the woods, one last time, and I said ‘yes’. I thought it would be just him, but when we got there, there was a gang of them.  There was twelve of them in all.  They said they knew what I’d done in the shed with the other boy, and they said that if I didn’t do the same with all of them, they’d tell my dad.  They were all holding up five pound notes, and they said it was all for me, if I did what they wanted.”

“And so you agreed?” I asked.

“I didn’t want to.” She said hastily, “I wanted to say ‘no’, but I was so scared that they’d tell my dad.”

“So you did it?” Edward demanded with a laugh.

She nodded sadly.  “It went on for hours.” She said with a shudder. “They passed me round like I was some kind of toy.  All of them touching me and feeling me. They put their fingers inside me and everything, and then I had to give them hand jobs.  They kept me there for ages.  Just when I thought they were finished, another one of them would say he hadn’t had his turn, and so I’d get groped again and have to stroke his cock.  I lost count in the end, must have given some of them two or more jobs.  In the end I didn’t care any more, I just let them do what they wanted and kept on stroking cocks.  When they finally said I could go they wouldn’t give me my bra and knickers back.  They said they wanted a souvenir to remember me by.” Edward laughed loudly at that.  She sighed again, then said flatly, “So I had to go home with out them.”

Edward started to giggle.  Donna stared at him, fury in her eyes.  “So what happened after that?” Edward asked between bursts of laughter.

“I stayed at home until we moved house.  I felt so dirty.  I didn’t want to see anyone.  When we got to the new house I was able to relax a bit, because it was so far away from where we had lived, and no one knew me in the new area.  I just pretended it had never happened.”

“Didn’t you miss the money?” I asked.

“Well yes, but it was worth it not to have all those horrible hands all over me.”

“Did you hate it that much?”

“Yes. It was ok at first, when it was just touching my boobs, but by the end it was horrible.”

“But you agreed to it all, didn’t you?” Edward asked.

“No, I told you, they said they’d tell my dad if I didn’t do what they wanted.” She protested.

“Yeah, but like with that boy in the shed, when he was feeling your cunt and everything, you had a choice and you decided to let him do it, didn’t you? You could have said no, but you didn’t.”  Edward finished with a grin.

Donna shifted from one foot to the other, deeply ashamed, “Like I said, I wanted the money.” She said finally.

“And you had no other way to get it, so you sold your cunt, didn’t you?”

“It wasn’t like that.” She began.

“Yes it was.  You let them all feel your tits, and then play with your cunt, so you could get some money.  What a fucking slag you were!”  Her shoulders hunched over and she wiped a few tears away with the back of her hand.  Edward paused for a moment, then went on, “What else did you get up to in those days then?”

She looked at him blankly for a moment, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Did you play with your pussy?” He demanded.  She shook her head.  “Don’t fucking lie to me, all you girlies like playing with your pussies.  When did you start playing with yours?”

“I was about thirteen.” She said quietly.

“About the time that you started letting all the local boys feel your tits?” He laughed.  She nodded.  “Is that why you started playing with it?  Did it get you all juiced up having your tits felt?  Well did it?”

“I suppose so.” She said.

Edward gave a hoot of laughter, “Fantastic!  So you got paid for letting them feel your tits, and then you went home and brought yourself off, is that right?”  She nodded again.  “And when you let that boy feel your cunt, it was because you wanted to know how it felt to have someone else play with it, yes?”  Her bottom lip began to quiver.  She nodded again.  “So after you’d had the party in the woods, when they’d all had a good go at you, did you go home and frigg yourself stupid?”  She put her face in her hands and sobbed.  “You did, didn’t you?” Edward said triumphantly, “You weren’t scared at all.  You loved it!  Didn’t you? Come on, admit it, you dirty little slag!”

Donna began to sob, tears rolling down her face.

“Donna, Edward asked you a question.  I think you’d better answer him, don’t you?” I said sternly.

She sniffed and coughed, then sobbed, “Yes, alright, I admit it.  I did like it.  I liked taking my clothes off for them, I liked them touching me, I liked it when they put their fingers inside me and laughed about it, I liked touching their cocks and I liked it when they came.  Are you satisfied?”  She stared at us defiantly.

“Don’t take that tone with me, Donna, or you know what you’ll get.” I warned.

She immediately became contrite, “I’m sorry Steve.  I didn’t mean to upset you.  I won’t do it again, I promise.  I’m sorry Steve.”

“And what about Edward?”

“I’m sorry Edward, I didn’t mean to say that, I won’t do it again, I promise.” She gasped hastily. 

Edward grinned slyly, “That’s ok, Donna.  Maybe I’ll let you make it up to me later, how about that?”

“Yes, whatever you say Edward.  I’m sorry.”  She said with a groan.

“So after you moved house, did you let any other boys feel your cunt?” He asked bluntly.

“No.” She said with a shake of her head, “I didn’t want to get into that again.”

“But you still played with your cunt, I bet!” He laughed.  She blushed deeply, began to fidget again, pressing her knees together, shifting from foot to foot.  “Tell us all about what you did.”

“Well, I er…” She took another deep breath, realising that her ordeal wasn’t going to end any time soon, “I used to lie in bed at night, and I’d put my hands down there and just sort of do it.” She shrugged.

“And what did you think about when you were playing with it? Did you remember how it felt when all those boys had their fingers inside you?” He grinned.  She pressed her lips together and nodded.  “You used to bring yourself off thinking about when a dozen boys played with your cunt?” She nodded again.  “Did you put anything up inside you?”

“Only my fingers.” She said, her voice barely a whisper.

“Are you sure?” He teased.

She nodded.  “Please can we stop now?” She begged, “I really need to pee.”

“No.  I’m enjoying this too much.” He laughed, “I bet you did put something up your cunt.  Come on, tell me.” He demanded.

She closed her eyes tightly, her face a picture of misery.  “All right, I did.” She admitted.

Edward gave another shout of laughter, “I fucking knew it.  I just knew you’d be the type to do that.  Come on then, tell me, what did you use?”

“Well at first it was just my fingers, but then I did it with a banana.” She whined pitifully.

“A banana? Ha! Fucking typical.  What else did you use?”

“A cucumber.” Her face was now deep red.

“Keep going, what else?” Edward giggled, enjoying himself enormously.

“I did it with the thin end of a baseball bat once.” She confessed, “But I didn’t like that.”

“So what was your favourite then?”

“My dad had a big wooded mallet, we used it when we went camping, to hammer the tent pegs in.  It had a long, thick handle, and I used to use that.”  She hung her head in shame. 

Edward dissolved into fits of laughter.  “You used your dad’s mallet?  Fucking priceless!”

“Please Steve, Edward, can we stop now.  I really, really need to pee.” She begged, urgently.

“Shut up whinging.  Tell me about this kid you lost your cherry to, what was his name?”

“Greg.” She replied, “What about him?”

“How long were you with him before you let him feel your tits?”

She blushed again, “A couple of weeks.”

“Two weeks? And you let him feel your tits? Slag.  What about your cunt, how long did you make him wait for that?”

“About that same.”

“So you’d been with him for about two weeks and you let him get his hand in your knickers?  Did you miss having a boy play with your cunt, is that it?” He laughed.

“I suppose so.” She said softly.

“And how long before he fucked you?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Yes you do, tell me.”

“Three weeks.  Please can I go and pee. I really need to go badly.” She whined.

“No, come with me.” Edward ordered. He got up from the sofa and walked towards the back door.

“Where are we going?” She asked timidly, shuffling along behind him.

“You can piss in the garden like any other bitch!” He chuckled.

She looked appalled, “Edward, I can’t do that!” She gasped. She turned to me hastily, “Steve, please tell him I can’t do that.  Please.”

“If that’s what Edward has decided, then you’d better get on with it.” I smiled.

She looked terrified as she meekly followed her step-son towards the back door.  She stopped abruptly in the doorway.  “Edward I can’t go out there like this. Someone might see me.” She begged.

“Who gives a fuck?” He laughed, “Now get out there and do as you’re told.”

She shook her head vehemently, “I can’t.” She repeated.

Edward pushed past her and returned to the kitchen.  He picked up a wooden spoon and turned, bringing it down on her bare cheeks with a resounding smack.  She shrieked with pain and shock, throwing her hands behind her to protect herself.  He struck her again, this time aiming the spoon at the very top of her thighs. She wailed with pain as he yelled, “Do as you’re fucking told and get out there.”

He raised the spoon again and she ran out into the garden, her hands still clutching her arse cheeks, her tits bouncing wildly.  She stood in the middle of the garden, rubbing her scorched skin and looking around anxiously, desperate to make sure no one could see her.  Edward grinned at her, then pointed to an ornamental flower bed in the corner of the garden,  “Right there.” He ordered, “You can piss on those flowers.”

Still looking around nervously, she shuffled over to the flower bed.  She turned and looked at the two of us, hoping for a reprieve.  Edward scowled at her, “Are you going to get on with it, or do I need to warm your fat arse some more?”, he said, raising the spoon once more.  She turned her back to the flowers, then squatted down.  She began to sob as she let the stream of urine start to flow.  As she began to piss on the flowers Richard had so carefully nurtured Edward began to laugh with delight.  He walked over to her and stood behind her, watching the stream of urine fall on the delicate booms.

“Spread your lips apart, I can’t see properly.” He ordered.

She groaned then reached behind her and pulled her pussy lips apart.  Edward chuckled with delight, “Just look at you, pissing like some bitch slag. Ha! I might make you do this all the time, would you like that, Donna? If I said you were only allowed to piss in the garden, how would you like that?”  She sobbed miserably, hanging her head in shame.  Finally she finished peeing and with a sigh of relief she stood up.

“Aren’t you going to wipe your cunt clean?” Edward asked with a grin.

“I, er, haven’t got anything.” She said timidly.

“Yes you have, you can use your fingers! Go on then, you dirty bitch.”

With another sigh of misery she thrust her fingers between her legs and rubbed gingerly at her pussy.  After a moment she turned to Edward, “I’m done.” She said quietly.

“Good, now lick your fingers clean.” He ordered.  She didn’t even bother to argue, just brought her hand up to her face and with a grimace began to lick her fingers.  Edward looked at her with a smug grin on her face.  “Come on then, bitch, you can come back inside now.” He turned and walked towards the back door. Donna was there before him however, scampering out of the garden, and out of sight of any possible observers, as quickly as she could. 

Once back in the living room she returned to her original position in front of us without being told.

“Feeling better now?” I asked with a smile.

“A bit.” She sniffed.

“Good, because I have some presents for you.” I smiled again, “Now I want you to put your knickers and jeans back on, but don’t pull them right up, I want to be able to get to your pussy, ok?”  She nodded, then pulled on her clothes.  Moments later she stood in front of me with her jeans and thong bunched around the top of her thighs.  I reached into my bag and selected a couple of items from Bob’s store.  I held them up for her to see.  “Know what these are?” I asked.

“Well that’s a vibrator, but it’s only a little one.” She said warily, “But I don’t know what the other one is.”

I held up the vibrator, “It’s called a ‘magic bullet’.” I told her, “You put it right inside your pussy. Come here, I’ll show you.”  She shuffled towards me and I reached out and spread her pussy lips with my fingers before placing the shiny metal object between them.  She gasped as the cold tip touched her sensitive lips.  Her pussy was completely dry, and I eased the device into her slowly, while Edward watched in fascination.  I turned the switch to activate the bullet, knowing nothing would happen for a while yet.  Then I held up the second item.

“This is a clit stimulator.” I told her, “It fits over your clit like this.” I slipped it over her bud.  She looked down at my hands as I positioned the small, soft plastic toy.  Then I looked up at her. “Right, you can pull your knickers up now, and fasten your jeans as well.”

“What, with these still in me?”  She asked.

“Oh yes!” I grinned, then reached into the bag once more.  She flinched as I brought out the next item, a pair of vibrating nipple clamps.

“Oh God, you’re not going to use those things on me, are you?” She asked fearfully.

“Don’t worry, Donna.  They won’t hurt at all, I promise.” I grinned.  I fixed one of the clamps to each nipple as she watched with a worried look on her face.  I tightened each one until it was held in place, but not painfully.  “Ok, you can put your bra and T-shirt back on now.” I said cheerfully.  She dressed at once, then stood looking at me, waiting for her next instruction.

“Do you feel anything from your new toys?” I asked.

“Well I can feel that they’re there, but nothing else.” She said.

“That’s because I haven’t switched them on yet.” I grinned.  I reached into the bag once more and brought out three remote controls.  “See these?” I held them up towards her, “These control those things you have on you.  When I press this one those clamps on your nipples start to buzz, see?” I pressed the button and she jumped with surprise.  “How does that feel?”

“Weird!” She giggled.

“And if I press this one, the bullet comes to life.” I pressed another remote and her eyes widened at once.  “Nice?”

“Er, yes, I think so.” She said, casting a furtive glance at Edward.

“And then finally, there’s this one, your little clit tickler!” I laughed.  I pressed the start button and she gasped as the stimulator started to vibrate against her clit.  “How does it feel having all three going at once?” I asked with a grin.

“Oh it’s crazy!” She breathed, already starting to become aroused.

“And it gets better.” I smiled at her, “See the little wheels on the side of the remotes? They control the vibration speeds. I can make then slow, like they are, or turn them up high.” I turned the wheel on one remote and she gasped as the clit stimulator began to buzz like an angry wasp.  Then I turned up the speed on the bullet and nipple clamps. Within seconds she was gasping and moaning, pressing her thighs together and shifting her weight from foot to foot.  After a few seconds I turned the devices down and she sighed again.

“Now here’s the really fun part.” I chuckled, “I’m going to be talking to Hannah for a while, so I’m going to give the remotes to Edward, and he can decide how much vibration you get, and for how long.  If you try to get rid of any of the toys, I’ll take you out into the street, strip you naked and give you thirty strokes of the cane, understand?”

She looked at me with wild, staring eyes, then glanced at Edward who looked like a little boy with a new birthday present.  “Yes Steve.” She said slowly.

“Good, now go and sit over there in the corner.” I ordered.  She tottered away on unsteady legs, then sank into a chair in the corner of the room.  Then I called to Hannah to come down and join us.   She swept into the room smiling warmly, then froze as she saw Donna and Edward.

“Oh, sorry, I thought it was going to be just me and you, Steve.” She said, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

“Don’t worry Hannah, we’ll still have plenty of fun.” I grinned at her.  I looked her up and down. She wore a tight fitting blue top with a plunging neckline, revealing the swell of her firm tits, and a short skirt which exposed her shapely legs well above mid thigh.  “Hannah I want you to take your clothes off please.”

She glanced at Edward, then looked over her shoulder at Donna, “In front of both of them?” She asked nervously.

“Don’t worry about that.” I smiled at her, “Edward has seen it all before, and Donna has other things on her mind!”  Edward chuckled beside me, then began to play with the remote controls.  There was a gasp from Donna and she began to squirm around in her seat.  “Come along Hannah, don’t keep me waiting.”

“Yes, right, sorry Steve.” She said nervously, then began to remove her top.  Edward stared at her lecherously as she exposed her tits, then rubbed his crotch blatantly as she dropped her skirt, revealing bright pink lacy knickers.  She took a deep breath, then pushed them down and stepped out of them, then stood with her hands over her pussy.

“Hands by your sides, Hannah, we want to see that pretty little pussy of yours, don’t we Edward?” I chuckled.  She let her hands fall to her sides, blushing deeply.

Edward stared in fascination, “Fuck! When did you shave your twat?” He demanded.

She glared at him angrily, “Mind your own business, you little perv.” She snapped.  Edward giggled.

“Hannah! You will not speak to Edward like that, understand?  If he asks you a question you will answer it respectfully, or I will be angry with you.” I barked.

She looked at me with a hurt look in her eyes, “Yes Steve.” She said softly.  Edward began to play with the remotes again.  There was another gasp from Donna, and then a low moan.  Hannah glanced over at her, then back at me.  “What’s going on?” She asked, “I mean, what’s wrong with Donna?”

“She’s got a vibrator up her cunt, another on her clit, and vibrating clamps on her nips!” Edward said, the excitement in his voice obvious, “And they’re remote control, and I’ve got the controls!” He laughed, began turning the dials again.  Donna writhed around in her seat, began to pant wildly, gasping and moaning.   Hannah stared at Edward in amazement, then her eyes came back to me.

“So answer Edward’s question.” I told her.  Edward turned the dials again, Donna sighed and slumped in her seat, gasping “Oh God!”  Then he looked at his sister expectantly.

“I, er, shaved it a couple of weeks ago.” She said falteringly, “I did it for Steve, as a surprise.” She finished.

He studied her shaven mound for a moment, “Nice!” He grinned.  She blushed again.

“Why don’t you tell Edward about the toys you’ve got?” I suggested.

Her body went taut.  She stared at the carpet then said, “I’ve got a vibrator, and some love eggs, and a but plug.” She stammered nervously.

“And what else?” I prompted.

She groaned softly, “I’ve got a leash.” She admitted.

“What? Like you put on a dog?” Edward laughed.

She glared at him again, “No. It goes on my nipples.” She said curtly.

“And does what?” He demanded.

Her face was now an angry, humiliated red.  “When I pull on it, it stretches my nipples.” She said gruffly.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” He laughed.

“Of course it hurts!” She snapped, “That’s the point, dummy!”

“Hannah, I warned you.” I said.

She sighed with resignation, “Sorry Steve, sorry Edward.” She said grudgingly.

“So let me get this straight, you like having your nipples pulled?” Edward asked with a chuckle.

“Yes.”

“And what about that but plug, do you like the way that hurts too?”  She mumbled something in response.  “What? I didn’t hear you.”

“I said I like that, I like the way it feels.” She said angrily.

Edward began to play with the remotes again. Donna immediately sprang to life in her chair. “Oh God! Oh! Ahhh! Mmmmmm! Ohhhh!”  He watched her for a moment, then turned back to Hannah,  “You like having a big piece of plastic shoved up your arse?  You must be fucking weird.  Donna there never stops whining when she has one up her arse!  When do you put it up there?”

“All the time, when I’m in my room.  I put it in as soon as I get back from college, and I keep it there until I go to bed.  Sometimes I even sleep with it in.” She confessed.

“So you like having something up your arse? How about a cock, do you like having one of them up your shitter as well?”

“Yes.” She mumbled.

There were rising cries and gasps from Donna as she approached climax.  Edward glanced up and then switched all her toys off at once.  She wailed with frustration, “Nnnnooooo!”  He grinned slyly as she fell back in her seat, her face flushed and glistening with sweat.  He turned to me, “This is fun!” He laughed.  Then he turned back to his sister, “So how many cocks have you had up your arse?”

“Just Steve’s”

“No others?”

“No!” She gasped.

“What about that boring shit you were going out with, did he stick it up your shitter?”

“No, he did not!” She snapped.

“But he did fuck you, didn’t he?” He grinned.  She nodded curtly. “I knew he had.  He told some of his mates that he’d had you, and one of them told me.  Why did you get rid of him?” 

She looked at me, “Well I met Steve.” She said simply.

Edward glanced at me and grinned, “And so you couldn’t wait to get your knickers off for him, right?”  He winked at me.

“I love him.” She said with a shrug.

“Oh fuck, she loves you, Steve! How fucking wonderful!”  He grinned at me again.  “And once you met Steve you found out you like to have his cock up your arse, is that right?”

“Yes.” She said, blushing even more deeply.

“And you found out you like having your nips pulled as well?  Excellent! What else have you discovered that gets you hot?”

“Well, I, er, well, er, oh, all sorts of things.” She stammered.

“Like?”

“I like to have my bottom spanked.” She mumbled.

Edward began to laugh heartily, “My boring sister likes her arse smacked?  What a fucking laugh!  Does that get your pussy all wet, does it?”  She squirmed with shame and embarrassment.  “Does it get you going when he pulls down your little knickers and puts you over his knee?  Does it make you want to play with your cunt? Do you bring yourself off when he’s done that?”  Hannah gasped with shock.  “Well does it?” He demanded.

“Yes!” She snapped, “That’s why I like it, ok?”

He giggled with delight, “I had no idea you got off on that sort of thing.  What a fucking turn up!  What else have you got Steve to do to you then?”  Her bottom lip began to tremble as stood naked before her kid brother, powerless to prevent him completely humiliating her.

“Do you want to tell him about the cane, or shall I?” I asked with a smile.  She closed her eyes tightly, trying to force back the tears.

“Cane?” Edward asked at once, “You wanted him to cane you arse?”  She nodded briefly, her face contorted with shame.  “Over your jeans or your knickers?” He demanded.

She shook her head, “My bare bottom.” She choked. 

He chuckled again, then pressed a series of buttons on the remotes.  Donna gasped at once, “Oh! Ahhhh! Mmmmm! Oh Jesus!”

“You’d better tell him everything, Hannah.” I suggested.

Her head dropped and she covered her face with her hands.  “I wanted Steve to cane me.  I looked at some web sites, and there were pictures of girls being caned, and it turned me on, and I wanted to find out what it felt like.” She said rapidly, “And when it was over I asked Steve to take some pictures of my bottom.  And then Steve slapped my boobs, and it felt so good, and I put my hand down there and played with my pussy until I came.  And then we went to my room and I put his cock up my bottom and he came inside me.” She finished with a gasp, her face scarlet with shame.

“This is fucking amazing!” He laughed, “You like it when it hurts? I’d heard of wierdos like you, but I never thought you’d turn out to be one.”  She began to cry softly, tears rolling slowly down her face.  “So what did you do with the photos he took of your arse?”

“I’ve still got them, on my computer.” She sniffed.

“Great! You can e-mail them to me.  Some of my mates might like to see them.”

“Oh no, please Edward, no!” She wailed, “Please Steve, please don’t let him show them to anyone.  Please Steve.  Please.”

“It might not be a good idea to show them to anyone, Edward.” I agreed, Hannah sighed with relief, “At least not yet, anyway.” I added with a grin.

Edward shrugged, “OK, Steve, whatever you say. But you still have to send them to me, right?”  She nodded sadly.  “Got any other pictures?”

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, “A few.” She said grudgingly.

“Excellent! You can send them all to me!”  He began to fiddle with the remotes again. Donna’s face became a picture of desperation as the incessant buzzing drove her higher and higher.  She writhed around in her seat once more.  “Oh Jesus God!” She gasped.  Edward turned back to his sister, “So what do you do with the photos, apart from look at them yourself?”

“I e-mailed them to Steve at first, and then to Steve’s friend.” She admitted.

“Steve’s friend? Who’s he?”

“I only know he’s called Mr. Ritchie.  I’ve never met him.”

“You’re sending pictures of yourself to some stranger?”

“Steve said he was his friend, isn’t that right Steve? And that he would like to see them, so I sent some to him.” She whined, “I’d do anything for Steve.” She looked at me and smiled warmly.

“And how do you feel about a complete stranger seeing you like that?  Aren’t you ashamed?”

“No, I like it.” She said defiantly.

“You like showing yourself off like that? Is that why you’ve started wearing those clothes?  The ones that show your tits off?”

“Yes.”

“And the short skirts as well?”  She nodded.  “What if someone sees up it?  Don’t you mind if they see your knickers?”  She shook her head.  “I bet you like that too, don’t you? That’s why you’ve bought all those fancy knickers, isn’t it?”   She sighed and nodded.  “Fucking hell! You’ve turned into a right slut, haven’t you?” She hung her head.

“I like her that way.” I said.  Hannah raised her head sharply, stared defiantly for a moment at her brother, then beamed a loving smile at me.  “Unfortunately, you haven’t done all that I asked, have you Hannah?”

Her smile faded. She looked at me questioningly.

“I asked you to film yourself playing with all your new toys.  I even gave you a camera, didn’t I?”

She lowered her head again, “I did try to Steve.” She pleaded, “But the camera kept moving around and it looked so bad.”

“That’s not a good excuse, is it Hannah?” I demanded.

Her shoulders hunched over, “No Steve, I’m sorry Steve.”

“So what do you think should happen now?”

“I think you should punish me, Steve.”  She said softly.

Edward giggled again, then gave Donna some more torment.  She was gripping the arms of the chair tightly, rocking her hips back and forth, her face contorted with concentration, her nipples standing out clearly through the fabric of her bra and T-shirt.

I reached into the bag and slowly withdrew a riding crop I’d found at Bob’s place.  Hannah’s eyes widened with apprehension and lust.  “I thought I’d introduce you to a new friend.” I grinned.  She licked her lips in anticipation.  Edward sniggered, though whether at Hannah or Donna I couldn’t be sure.

“Before I punish you though, I think you should show Edward your toys, don’t you?” I grinned.  She blushed again.  “Go and get them, then.  Quickly!”

She scampered from the room urgently, her tits swinging deliciously.  I turned to watch Edward who was manipulating the remote controls.  Donna was lost in a frenzy of torment, her eyes wide with desperation.  “Oh Jesus, I’m so close. So close.” She gasped.

He turned to me and grinned, “What do you think, shall I let her come this time, or keep her cooking for a bit longer?”

“Your choice.” I grinned back.  He considered the matter for a couple of seconds, then flicked the remotes to maximum power.  Donna’s entire body shook, her face flushed.  Her eyes darted around feverishly, her knuckles white as she gripped the chair.  “Oh Jesus yes! Yes! Yes! Ahhhhhhh!” She wailed.  She threw one leg over the other and pressed her thighs tightly together.  “Oh please Edward, please let me come.” She gasped.

He turned down the toys again, “Say please!” He chuckled.

“Please!” She drawled breathlessly.

“Say pretty please.”

“Oh God, pretty please.  Pretty, pretty please.” She begged.

“What will you do for me if I let you come?”

“Anything!” She gasped at once, “Anything you want.”

“Promise?”

“Yes! Yes, I promise, Edward, anything.”

“Even if I brought some of my mates from school home and asked you to show them your tits?”

“I’ll do it.  I’ll do anything you say. Oh God, please Edward, I’m so close.”

He thought for a moment, “OK then, Donna, seeing as how you asked so nicely, and because you’re going to let my mates see those big fucking tits of yours.” He paused again, “OK, you can come.” He flicked the remotes higher again.  Within seconds she was bucking around in her seat, and then with a wail she climaxed.  After a few seconds she began to twitch, then writhe around.  “Oh! Ah! Jesus! Oh Christ Edward, turn them off.  Turn them off please, I can’t take any more.”  With a grin he turned off the toys. She collapsed back into her seat, gasping for breath. 

As she slowly recovered I said to her, “You are to put those toys onto your body every day from now on, just in case Edward wants to have some more fun, understand?”

She looked at me in appalled understanding, “You mean he can do that to me whenever he likes?” She gasped.

“Correct.  And if I find you without the toys I will punish you very severely, understand?”

“Yes Steve.” She said with a sigh of resignation, “Can I go now, please?”

“Don’t you want to see Hannah punished?” I asked with a smile as Hannah returned to the room.

“No, thank you.” She said flatly, standing unsteadily.  I nodded for her to leave and she tottered away.

Hannah stood before me holding her toys.  “Show them to Edward then.” I ordered.

She held out the but plug, “You already know about this.” She said with a cough of embarrassment. Then she held out the love eggs.  “I put these in my pussy and they vibrate.” She said, blushing again.  “Then there’s my vibrator.” She held up the plastic shaft, “And this is my leash.”  She offered up the thin leather strip.

“Put it on then.” Edward said with a grin.  She quickly fastened each end of the leather to her nipples, then let it hang between her tits. Edward stood up deliberately and stepped towards her.  He grinned again, then slowly reached out and began to wrap the slack leash through his fingers.  “So let me get this straight.” He said with a laugh in his voice, “If I start to pull on this, your cunt gets wet, is that right?”

She flinched as the leash began to tug on her nipples.  “Is your cunt wet now?” He asked quizzically. 

“I don’t know.” She said softly.

“Shall I find out?” He teased, “Give it a bit of a feel?”

“Christ, Edward! I’m your sister.” She gasped.

“So fucking what?” He laughed, “I don’t give a fuck whose cunt I play with, so long as I’m having a good time!”  He pulled a little more on the leash. 

She closed her eyes tightly, “Please Edward, don’t.” She begged.

He pulled the leash towards his body, stretching her nipples.  She groaned, then threw her head back.  He lifted his hand, stretching her tits up until she was standing on tiptoe.  “Enjoying that?” He sneered.  Her face coloured deeply, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“I’ve got an idea.” I said, “You hold her like that whilst I deliver her punishment, right?”  I stood up, holding the riding crop. He chuckled with delight, then pulled the leash even higher, her nipples now coloured darkly.

I positioned myself to the side of Hannah and placed the crop against her smooth skin.  She turned to look at me, eyes wide.  I smiled at her, then raised the crop and brought it smartly down on her cheeks.

She cried out in shock and pain, tears springing to her eyes.  She gasped for breath, then tried to smile at me. Edward laughed.  I brought the crop down again, and again.  By the sixth stroke she was hopping from foot to foot and wailing with each stinging delivery.  Edward held the leash high, keeping her on tiptoe.  I gave her four more blows in quick succession, turning her arse an angry red colour.  After another four she was sobbing uncontrollably, tears flowing freely down her face.

Edward was clearly enjoying himself, “What’s the matter, I thought you liked all this?” He giggled, as she danced around.

After twenty strokes I stopped and put down the crop. “I think that will do for now.” I said softly.  Edward let go of the leash and she sank down onto her heels with a sigh of relief.  She reached behind her and with trembling hands began to gently stroke her arse cheeks, which were now a deep, fiery red.  She gasped and winced as she touched the tortured flesh, her tits heaving with each ragged breath she took.

“Can I go now, please Steve?” She sobbed.

“Well that depends.  Have you learned your lesson?” I asked sternly.

“Oh yes Steve, I promise I have.” She gasped.

“And what about the film I asked you to make?”

“I’ll do it right away, I promise.”

“Good girl.  If you’re nice to Edward, maybe he’ll hold the camera for you?” I suggested with a smile. 

She swallowed nervously as Edward laughed, “No problem.  I’ll film you while you fuck yourself.  You might have to do a favour for me, though.”  She sighed sadly, then turned to leave.  “Hey, Hannah?” Edward called.  She turned to look at him, “Don’t you want a picture for your album?” He laughed.  She looked at him for a moment.  Before she could reply he said, “Go and get your camera and I’ll take some for you.”  She looked at me and I nodded.  She walked gingerly from the room, still rubbing her blazing cheeks.  She returned a few moments later and handed him the camera without speaking.

“Right, now stand there and bend over.” He laughed.  She did as he said, and he began to snap happily.  Soon he made her spread her legs wide and bend double.  “That’s a good one, I can see how wet your cunt is.” He giggled, “You weren’t kidding about getting off on this, were you?”

Then he made her turn so that he could photograph her tits, still decorated with the leash.  “Your nips look a bit sore, was I too rough with them?” He laughed.  She didn’t answer.  “Are you going to bring yourself off now?” He demanded.  She nodded.  “Were you going to do it in your room?” She nodded again.  “Why bother going upstairs?  You could do it here.  Steve and I don’t mind, do we Steve?”

She looked at me imploringly.  I grinned at her and said, “No, we don’t mind at all Hannah. You could even use some of your other toys.”

With a sigh of resignation she picked up the but plug and gently pushed it into her tight hole. Then she picked up the vibrator and sank slowly to the floor.  She lay back and opened her legs, her pussy glistening with her juices, hen switched on the shaft.  She ran the tip along her slit and moaned with pleasure, then pushed the tip onto her clit.  She gasped and arched her back, pushing her hips up and rubbing her clit with the buzzing tip.  After a moment or two she slipped the shaft into her pussy and began to fuck herself slowly with it, sighing with pleasure.  I glanced at Edward and saw that he was still snapping away, photographing her as she fucked herself.  It took less than a minute before she began to writhe around, gasping and moaning as she approached climax.   Edward laughed with delight as he watched her bring herself off before she finally pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and lay back with a contented sigh.

Edward put the camera down next to her and said with a grin, “I got a lot of good shots of you fucking yourself there, sis!  Make sure you send all the pictures to me, won’t you!”  As she lay panting on the floor he strode purposefully towards the back door.  I knew where he was making for, of course, and followed, eager to watch the developments.

He made his way to Sally’s house and let himself in through the back gate.  Sally was in the garden hanging out washing, at sight of him she blanched, began to fumble with the clothes in her hand.

“Hey Sal!” He beamed, “I hear you put on a fucking good show for all the guys last night.” She flinched and looked around nervously, anxious that no one should overhear.  Edward continued, “Yeah, dad told me all about it.  How you stripped off and let a couple of punters have a feel, and then you played with your cunt for them.  He even told me how you got your arse spanked by a few of them, and how they slipped a finger or two up you!  Was it a good one when you brought yourself off for them?  I bet you really liked that, didn’t you?” He said mockingly.  She dropped her head in embarrassment.

“Tell you what, I’ll give your arse a smack or two now, if you like?  Would you like that?”  She looked around again fearfully.  Not waiting for a reply, he said, “That’s right, of course you would.  You like having your arse smacked, don’t you? Right, stay there, and I’ll come and see to you.”

He marched over to her, rubbing his hands with glee.  “Right then, lift your skirt up.” He ordered.

“Not here, Edward, please.” She hissed.

He grinned at her, “What’s wrong with here, Sal? Not shy, are you?”

She looked away from him, “Please Edward.  If you want to do that, can’t we go inside?”

“What’s wrong with right here, in the middle of the garden?  Now lift your skirt up.” He ordered.  She closed her eyes and began to slowly lift her skirt.  “That’s it Sal, lift it right up.  All the way up to your waist.  Good!”

She lifted the skirt until it was bunched around her waist, exposing her pale blue knickers.  He sniggered to himself, then reached out and yanked them down in a swift movement.  He ran his hand over her cheeks, then quickly delivered five or six stinging blows.  She gasped after the first one, then pressed her lips together in an attempt to prevent any further sounds from escaping.  He laughed happily as he watched her skin turn pink, the garden resounding to the sound of each delivery.  After a dozen or so he stopped, grinning smugly.

“How’s that, Sal?  That enough to keep you happy for a while?”  She bit her bottom lip, said nothing.  “If you want any more, just come and find me.  I’ll be upstairs with Helen or Sandra, ok?”  He sniggered again.  “Aren’t you going to thank me for smacking your arse?” He asked.

“Thank you Edward.” She mumbled.

“Thank you for what?” He teased.

“Thank you for smacking my bottom.” She said, her face flushed with impotent rage.

“Thanks ok Sal.  You can pull your knickers up now.  You wouldn’t want anyone to see you like that, would you?” He laughed, “Unless it was an audience of horny men!”  He walked back towards the house, still giggling, then strode confidently inside. Sally quickly hoisted up her knickers and smoothed her skirt down, then with a sigh of resignation went back to hanging out the washing.

I followed Edward into the house.  As he went into the living room he found Sandra sitting watching TV.  She blushed deeply when she saw him, no doubt remembering the events of the previous evening. He grinned at her lecherously, “Hi Sandra!” He smiled.

She stood up at once, “Hello Edward.” She answered quietly.  She paused for a moment, then said, “Have you come to have a look at my pussy again?”

“Either yours or your sister’s.  Maybe both” He grinned.

“Oh, Helen’s out.  She had to go to the shops to buy some things.  She won’t be back for a while yet.”

“Shit!” He spat, “I’ve got a raging fucking hard on and I fancied burying it in her cunt.”  He rubbed his crotch.  “Maybe I’ll give your mother a seeing to instead.” He mused.

“You’re not going to put your cock in me, then?” She asked nervously.

“Nah! You’re too young for that yet.”

“I’m not too young for Steve to do it to me.” She blurted out, then covered her mouth with her hand.

He stared at her in surprise, “You mean Steve’s fucked you?”  She nodded, blushing.  “Fuck! How old are you?”

“I’m nearly fourteen.” She said defiantly.

“And Steve’s already had you?  Cool!  Did you like it?”

She looked at him from under her lashes, “Yes.” Before he could speak again she added softly, “I liked it a lot.”

“What else have you done with Steve?” He asked.

“I’ve done everything mum or Helen have done.” She said at once, a note of pride in her voice,  “I’ve sucked his cock, and swallowed his stuff.  He’s put his cock inside me. I’ve even had it up my bottom!”  Her eyes glittered with excitement.

“Fuck me!” Edward said with a laugh, “You’re all at it.”

“So you see, I’m not too young, am I?” She insisted.

“Fucking hell, you want me to do it to you, don’t you?” He said in amazement.

She blushed again, her face now very red.  “I thought we all had to do whatever you and your dad wanted, to keep you happy so we can carry on living here.” She said defensively.

“That’s right, you do.” He said with a grin, “But your sister didn’t want me to touch her.  She kept on winging about it.  Why aren’t you like that?”

“I, er, well, I, er….” She stammered.

“You do want it, don’t you? Little Sandra wants a bit of cock, isn’t that right?”

“I didn’t say that.” She snapped, “But if you did want to do it to me, I’d have to let you, wouldn’t I?”

“Yes, you would.”

“And if you told me to suck your cock, I’d have to do that too, wouldn’t I?”

He rubbed his crotch again. “Right.”

“Like when you told me to take all my clothes off, and then I had to play with my pussy while you watched and Helen sucked you until you came in her mouth.  We had to do that because you told us to.” She said, the excitement in her voice obvious.

“Yeah!” He grinned.

“And you didn’t think I was too young then, did you?” She argued.

His grin broadened, “Right then, let’s go up to your room and you can prove it to me.”

She walked quickly to the stairs and bounded up them.  Edward followed, and I made my way up too, amused by Sandra’s keenness.  As I reached the top of the stairs she was standing waiting at her bedroom door, eyes alight with excitement.  She flung open the door and went inside.  She stood in the middle of the room, watching as Edward closed the door. As he turned to her she grinned at him, “Do you want me to take all my things off?” She said at once.

He nodded and she began to pull off her T-shirt.  She threw it aside, then reached behind her to unfasten her small bra, quickly dropping it on the floor, then she began to open her jeans.  She pushed them down to her knees then sat on the bed and took them off completely.  As she stood up again the pushed her pale pink knickers down to her ankles and stepped out of them.  Then she turned to face him once more.  “What do you want me to do?” She asked.

He lay on her bed, put his hands behind his head and grinned, “Why don’t you suck my cock for a bit?”

She knelt on the bed and began to open his trousers.  He lifted his hips so that she could pull them down, freeing his stiff, swollen cock.  Without hesitating, she wrapped her small hand around the shaft and lowered her face towards it.  She put out her tongue and licked his glans, then ran the tip over the hole before taking him into her mouth.  She sucked and bobbed her head up and down on his cock.  He sighed with pleasure, then gasped as she ran her fingers over his balls.  “Jesus Christ, you’re good at this!” He sighed.

She lifted her head from his crotch and looked at him with a broad smile on her face, “I know!” She giggled, then began to suck him again.  After a few minutes he said, “Lie down and open your legs.”  She fell to the bed, rolled onto her back and spread her thighs wide apart.  He moved between them and began to rub his cock along her slit.  She gasped with pleasure, pushing her hips up to meet his throbbing shaft.

“You hot little bitch! He grinned.  She smiled shyly, her eyes alive with excitement, then began to stroke his body with her small hands.  He began to push his hips forward, pressing his cock between her lips.  She sighed, then ran her hands down to his arse, first stroking his cheeks, then pulling his hips towards her.  His glans began to slip into her, slowly opening her delicate folds.  She sighed again, then pushed her hips up to meet him, pushing him deeper into her.  He pulled back and paused for a moment, then slowly drove his cock into her tender flesh. 

“Ohhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssssss!” She gasped.  He looked down at her and grinned, then grunted with satisfaction as she pushed her hips up again.

“I knew you wanted it.” He sighed.

“Oh it just feels so good!” She sang, her hands still clutching his arse.

He grunted with pleasure, slowly pulling his hips back again.  She looked up at him and smiled, and then he drove in up to the hilt.  She closed her eyes tightly, her hands digging into his arse, pulling him into her.  He began to fuck her, his rhythm building slowly.  She soon began to thrust her hips up to meet each stroke, the room filled with their grunts and gasps.  She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him towards her, then began to kiss and lick his neck.  “I love the feeling of a cock going into me.” She breathed in his ear.  He closed his eyes and grunted again, then began to drive into her going faster and faster.

“Oh wow!” She sighed, “Oh that feels so good.  Are you going to come inside me?” She breathed.  He grunted again.  “Oh I love it when a cock comes inside me. It makes me feel so special.  You are going to come in me, aren’t you Edward? I really want you to.”

“You really want it?” He grinned as he ploughed into her again.

“Oh God yes! Yes! Yes! Oh yesssssssssssss!” She bucked her hips frantically, her arms tight around his neck.  He started to grunt with each stroke, faster and faster.  “Oh Edward, I think I’m going to come!” She gasped.  He carried on driving his cock deep into her, shaking her body with every stroke.  “Oh! Oh! Ah! Mmmm! Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!”  She climaxed, her small body shaking with pleasure. 

Seconds later he groaned, his body tensing, and then with a shudder he started to come.  Sandra sighed happily as she felt him shooting inside her, and then he collapsed on top of her.

They lay still for a few moments, both gasping for breath.  Finally he rolled away from her.   She didn’t move, stayed in place, still with her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening wet.  Finally she sighed and rolled onto her side, facing him as he lay on his back staring blankly at the ceiling.  “I told you I wasn’t too young, didn’t I?” She said with a giggle.  He grunted again, “I bet I’m as good as Helen, or even mum.  I am, aren’t I?” She insisted.

“I’m not complaining!” He answered with a grin.  He pulled up his trousers and began to clamber off the bed.  “I got to go.  Hannah needs my help with some home movies.” He grinned, “But I’ll be back for some more fun with you soon, you can count on it!”  He reached out and gently pinched one of her nipples.  She squealed in mock alarm, then grinned up at him.  He walked casually from the room, leaving the door open as usual.  She sighed happily, then got off the bed and made her way to the bathroom.  Seconds later I heard the shower running and she was singing to herself as she washed.

When she came back to her bedroom a few minutes later she looked deliciously pink skinned, her hair a tangled, damp mess.  I put her under and told her to sit down.

“Did you like being with Edward today?” I asked.

She giggled, “Yes! Do you know what he made me do, Steve?”

“Tell me.” I smiled

“Well first I had to take all my clothes off, and then I had to suck his cock.  I like sucking cock, you know, Steve?  Edward’s got a nice one, but it’s not as nice as yours!”

“What happened then?”

“He told me to lie down and open my legs, and I did.  Then he put his cock in me, and he did it to me, right here in my room!”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Oh yes!” Another giggle, “I like doing it!  I love the way it feels when a cock is just sliding into my pussy. It feels like magic, somehow.  Part of me wished it was you, Steve.  I’ve never known anything as nice as when you do it to me, but it was still nice.”

“Did you come?”

She smiled at the memory, “Yes! I came while he was doing it to me.  It was really nice.  And then he came. He shot all his stuff up inside me, the way you do, Steve, and it just felt so lovely.”

“Would you like him to do it again?”

“Yes!  I want to show him that I can be at least as good as Helen, and even mum.  I want to be really good at it, Steve.”

“That’s really good Sandra.  It’s a good thing to want.” I took her deeper. “You’ll want to please whichever man you’re with.  It’s very important that he enjoys himself.  That way, you’ll like it too, understand?”

“Yes.”

“And you do like doing it, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“That’s really good, Sandra, I’m very pleased with you.”  She smiled sleepily.  I gave her a wake-up count, then went to see what else Edward was up to.  I found him in Richard and Donna’s bedroom.  Donna was looking at him with alarm.

“Edward please don’t do this.” She begged.

“Shut up and get on the bed.” He ordered.  She sighed and then lay down on the bed.  Edward then took hold of one of Richard’s best silk neckties and tied her wrist to the headboard.  Seconds later he tied the other wrist, then tied her ankles to the foot of the bed.  He stood back to admire his work, his eyes lingering on her tits.  “That’s good!” He laughed, “Comfortable?” He smiled.

“No.” She snapped, “Let me up.”

“Not before we’ve had a bit of fun.” He grinned, holding up the remote controls.  “Now, I have to go and help Hannah with something, but while I’m away, you can enjoy yourself.” He switched on the toys.  Her response was immediate. She drew in a sharp breath, then began to pull at her ties. 

“I don’t want to do this.  Let me up.” She whined, “What if your father comes home?”

“He won’t.” He said casually, “He told me he won’t be back until late tonight.  Some business trip or something. So you might as well relax and enjoy it, Donna.”  He smiled at her, then flicked the control wheels on the remotes.  Her eyes widened as the sensations began to course through her.  “I’ll be back in a while.  Have fun!” He chuckled, then walked away and left her.

He walked straight into Hannah’s room without knocking.  She was sitting at her computer, watching more spanking images.  “Can’t you knock?” She snapped at him angrily.

“Why should I?” He demanded.

“I might have been getting changed or something.”

“So what?  After what I saw today you’ve got nothing to hide!” He sniggered, “How’s your arse now, still sore, is it?”

She blushed deeply, her face turning an angry red.  “What do you want, anyway?” She hissed.

“I thought I’d come and help you make your film for Steve, you know, the one where you use all your toys.”

She clenched her fists together, “I can manage it on my own, thank you.”

“That’s not what you told Steve. You said you couldn’t make the film because the camera wouldn’t stay steady.  It was Steve’s idea for me to film you, remember?  You wouldn’t want to upset him by disobeying him, now would you?” He asked mockingly, “Not when you love him so much, and when you said you’d do anything for him.”

She stared at him with fury in her eyes, “Maybe I’ll do it tomorrow.” She said finally.

He shrugged, “Up to you.  If Steve finds out you’ve let him down again he might give you some more punishment, or he might just chuck you.”

“What?” She asked in horror, “He wouldn’t chuck me.  I know he wouldn’t. He cares too much for that, I know he does.” She insisted.

“Suit yourself.  If you love him so much though, you might want to do a bit more to please him.  Especially when he can take his pick from Sally, Helen, Sandra, Donna, you and who knows who else?”

“You mean he’s …..”

“Got the lot to chose from, hasn’t he?  They’re all falling over themselves to please him.  Still, you know best.  If you don’t want to make the film, like he asked you, then it’s up to you.  I’ll leave you to think about it.” He grinned at her, then turned to the door.

“No, wait!” She called, “You really think that all of them are trying to please him?” He shrugged. She sighed deeply, “OK then, get the camera.”

“Well wait a minute, I said I’d help you, but that you’d have to do something for me first, remember?” He smiled.

She sighed again, “What do you want?” She asked wearily.

“I want a blow job.” He said with a grin.

She stared at him for a moment in disbelief, then shook her head, “Fuck off, you little pervert, I’m your sister for God’s sake.”

“You’re calling me a pervert?  You’re the one who likes her tits pulled, who gets off by having her arse tanned, and who likes giving anyone a look up her skirt.” He mocked, “So you’re my sister? So fucking what?  I don’t care.  It’s up to you.  If you want me to help you, it’ll cost you a blow job.  Take your choice.”

She hesitated for a moment, “Oh all right then, you bastard.” She snapped.

He grinned, began opening his trousers.   “Payment in advance.” He chuckled in response to her questioning look.  He dropped his trousers and sank down on her bed.  “When you’re ready.” He grinned.

With a look of pure fury on her face, she sank to her knees between his thighs.  Then she took hold of his flaccid cock and began to stroke it up and down.  “I don’t know how you can do this.” She said as his shaft began to stiffen.

“Oh shut up and get on with it.” He said dismissively.

She grimaced, then lowered her face towards his cock.  She took a deep breath then placed her lips over his glans and began to suck.  She pulled her face away at once, “You could have washed, you dirty bastard.” She said with disgust.

“Didn’t have time.” He said casually, “I came straight here after I’d fucked Sandra.”

“Sandra?  What, Sally’s daughter, next door?  You fucked that little girl?”

“She wanted it.” He said with a grin, “Practically begged me for it.”

“God you’re a fucking animal.” She spat.

“You going to get on with this, or should I go and tell Steve you won’t do the film?”

“All right, all right.” She snapped.  She lowered her face once more, began to suck him with obvious disgust.

He chuckled to himself, then lay back to enjoy he experience.  After a minute or two he looked down at her.  “I’m sure you can do better than this, sis.  Imagine it’s Steve here instead of me.  Do whatever you want, only do it better or I’m off, got it?”

She closed her eyes and began to suck him urgently, one hand pumping his shaft, the other caressing his balls.  He grunted with satisfaction, “That’s much better!”  Soon his shaft was stiff and throbbing, her lips wrapped tightly around it.  He groaned with pleasure, then smiled contentedly.  “I’m going to come in a minute, and I want you to swallow it all, got that?”  She opened her eyes and glanced up at him, then she nodded briefly and closed her eyes again.  Seconds later he groaned and began to come in her mouth.  She screwed up her face in disgust, but continued to suck whilst swallowing his load.  Finally he fell back on the bed with a huge sigh. 

She lifted her head from his cock and sank back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.  “Happy now?” She asked sarcastically.

He chuckled, then said, “For now.”

She stood up and reached for a bottle of water on her desk.  She took several gulps, swilling it around her mouth in an attempt to get rid of his taste.  As she was doing so, he got to his feet and fastened his trousers, then he picked up the camera.  “OK, you ready?” He asked with a smile.

She looked at him briefly, then nodded.

He pointed the camera at her, then said, “Get on with it then.”

She looked nervously into the lens, then said, “Hi, I’m Hannah.”  She began to undress.  She took off her T-shirt and threw it aside.  “I like to show off my boobs!” She said with an unconvincing smile, then unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor.  She was still wearing the same lacy, pink knickers she’d had on earlier, and she turned slowly ‘round, as Edward zoomed in on her crotch and then her arse.  She hooked her thumbs into the waistband, then bent slowly, pushing the delicate garment over her arse and down to her knees.  Her cheeks still bore the evidence of her earlier encounter with the riding crop, and he focussed closely on the red lines running across her skin.

She looked over her shoulder at the camera and said sweetly, “My lover had to punish me because I’d been naughty, even though I said I was sorry.  That’s why I have these marks on my bottom.” She traced her fingertip along a couple of them, then turned to face the camera. Edward trained it on her shaven pussy.  “I hope you like my pussy.” She said seductively, “I shave it for my lover.  He likes it that way.  I like it that way too.  It feels so nice and smooth." She ran her fingers over her mound, then slipped a finger between her thighs and along her slit.

“Would you like to see my toys?” She asked the camera, “My lover bought them for me.”  She put on her leash, then looked into the lens and licked her lips.  “This makes my nipples feel so good.” She sighed, “And when I pull on it like this.” She began to stretch the leather away from her body, “It makes them even better, and I get this warm tingling in my pussy.”  She slipped her hand between her thighs again, then sighed,  “Oh, I’m getting all wet.”

She turned around quickly, then picked up her but plug.  “This is one of my favourites.“ She said with a smile, then placed it against her tight hole, “I love to push it up my bottom.  I love the feel of it.” She pushed it slowly into her back door, then groaned with pleasure, “Oh yes! Oh that feels so good!  It’s not as good as when my lover puts his big, hard cock up my bottom though.  Oh God, I just love it when he does that!”  She began to gyrate her hips, then swayed slowly ‘round in a circle, tugging on her leash as she moved to face the camera once more.

After a few moments she reached for the love eggs.  “These are really good too.” She grinned, “I slip them into my pussy, like this.” She put her foot onto the edge of her desk, spreading her pussy lips with the fingers of one hand, then pushed the eggs inside her, “And then I switch them on.” She closed her eyes, “Oh yes!  Mmmmmm!” She sighed again.

She swayed around once more, tugging on her leash, then said, “I’ve got one more toy to show you.  It’s this!”  She held up the pink plastic vibrator.  She giggled deliciously, “I really like this one.  Let me show you what I do with it.”  She lay down on her bed and spread her thighs wide.  She ran her fingertip along her slit, which was clearly wet, and sighed.  Then she spread her lips apart and circled her clit with the tip of her finger.  “Oh I love playing with my clit.” She sang.  She closed her eyes and teased the little bud whilst pulling on her tits, then after a minute or so she switched on her vibrator and ran it along her slit.  “Oh God!” She drawled, “Oh that feels fantastic!”

She began to rub the tip of the vibrator against her clit, pushing her hips up repeatedly.  “I do this all the time.” She gasped, “When I’m in my room.  I take all my clothes off, and play with my toys.  And while I’m doing it, I imagine all sorts of things.  Sometimes I imagine that I’m at college, and I’m wearing a really short skirt, and all the boys can see my knickers.  And then I imagine what it would feel like if I had no knickers on at all, and they could see my naked pussy.  Oh God!” She groaned.

Her face had flushed a warm pink.  She looked into the camera with glassy eyes and smiled slowly.  “Other times I imagine that I’ve been a really naughty girl.  My lover is very displeased with me.  He makes me go over his knee, and then he lifts my skirt right up.  Then he slowly pulls my knickers down.  He strokes my bottom while he tells me what a naughty girl I’ve been, and I have to tell him how sorry I am, and that I won’t ever be naughty again.  And then he spanks me.  He makes me count out each time he spanks me, and I have to thank him every time.” She was speaking faster now, the pitch of her voice rising, her breath coming in short gasps.  “And even though I know I’m being punished for being a naughty girl, I can feel my pussy getting tingly.  And I want to put my fingers down there and stroke my button, but I know I can’t.  And I have to keep on counting each time my lover spanks me.  And I know he’ll be cross with me if he finds out I’m getting wet, but I want him to touch me so badly. And I want to ask his permission to touch my button, but I don’t want him to think that I’m being naughty again.  And, and, and, ohhhhhhhhhh! Oh yesssssssssssssssssss!”  She bucked and writhed around on the bed, her face contorted with pleasure, her tits stretched out of shape as she pulled strongly on her leash.  She spread her thighs as wide as she could, pushing her hips high off the bed, thrusting her slit towards the camera, rubbing the vibrator against her clit.  “Ahhhhhhhh!”  She wailed, her entire body now shaking with pleasure.  Finally she gave an enormous sigh and fell back on the bed.  She let the vibrator slip from her fingers, then lay gasping for breath, her legs still wide apart.  “Oh God!” She sighed again, “Oh that was fantastic!”

“Yeah, it looked like a good one!” Edward grinned as he put down the camera, “Make sure you e-mail a copy of that to me when you send all those pictures.”

She sat up abruptly, slowly removing the love eggs from her pussy,  “You don’t really want me to send them to you, do you?” She asked, a note of worry in her voice.

“Course I do.” He said at once.

“But why?  I mean, you’re not going to get off on pictures of your own sister, are you?”

“I might, like I say, I don’t care.  Besides, I want to have something on you.”

“Something on me? What for?” She asked, pulling her T-shirt on and stepping into her knickers.

“Just as a little insurance, that’s all. In case you don’t behave yourself.” He grinned slyly.  “Just make sure you send them to me today, like Steve said, right?”

She gave a resigned sigh, “I suppose so.”

He winked at her, then left the room.  I followed him to Richard and Donna’s bedroom, where Donna was still tied to the bed.  She was thrashing around wildly on the bed, pulling frantically on the ties, which held her wrists and ankles.  Her bright pink T-shirt was stained with dark patches of sweat, her face was puffy and reddened.  Her eyes darted around feverishly.  At sight of Edward she let out a wail, “Oh thank God! Oh please Edward turn them off.  I can’t take any more.  Please Edward.  Please!” 

He looked down at her and grinned, “What’s the matter, Donna, had too much of a good thing?”

“Please Edward, I’m begging you.  I’ll do anything you say, anything you want, only please turn them off.” She cried, still writhing around on the bed.

“Did you come while I was away?” He chuckled.

“Yes, four times.  Jesus Christ, I’m going insane.  I can’t take any more of it, Edward, you’ve got to turn them off.  Please.”

“Four times? Wow, that sounds like a good time!” He laughed, “And just think, they weren’t even on full power.  Imagine how many you would’ve had if I left you to cook on full power for a couple of hours!”

She stared at him in horror.  “Edward, it’s too much.  Please.  Please stop them now.”  She wailed.

He laughed with delight.  “Do you remember what you said earlier, about letting my mates see your tits?”

“Yes. I’ll do it, I promise.” She gasped.

“You mean, you’ll just stand in front of them and get your tits out?”

“Yes!” She screeched, “Anything you want.”

“That’ll be like old times for you, though, won’t it?  Getting your tits out for a bunch of schoolboys. Will you let them have a feel of them too?”

“Yes. I promise. Anything you want.  Oh God, I’m coming again. Ahhhhhhhhh!”  She bucked and writhed on the bed, her entire body shaking violently.  She clamped her jaw together, her eyes staring wildly.  She began to scream through gritted teeth, “Pllllleeeaaaaasssseeeee!  Oh God, no. Please make them stop.”

Her body suddenly relaxed and she slumped down on the bed.  She began to twitch and shake, then started to sob as the toys continued their relentless torment of her body.   Finally Edward grinned and reached for the remotes.  He switched them all off and she gasped with relief.  Then he loosened off the ties which held her.  She didn’t move at first, simply lay there, eyes closed, gasping and moaning. Then she rolled onto her side and curled into a ball, still sobbing softly. Edward looked at her and sniggered,  “Now don’t forget what Steve told you.” He said sternly, “You’ve got to keep your toys on all day now.  That way we can lots more fun together, can’t we?” He laughed.  She groaned with misery, hugging her knees to her chest.

I left as Edward made his way to his room with a broad grin on his face.  I returned to Sally’s and considered what to do with the rest of the day.  I was still mulling over a few ideas an hour later when the phone rang.  I recognised Dave Ritchie’s voice immediately.  “Jesus Christ, mate, I’m as horny as hell!” He said at once, “OK if I come over and play with some of your toys?”

I grinned to myself, “Sure, no problem, I’ll sort something out for you.”

“Nice one, see you in a bit then.” He rang off.

I quickly rounded up Sally and the girls and gave them a quick programming, then I sat back and waited.  Dave arrived about forty-five minutes later.  He grinned broadly as I opened the door to him.  “What you got in mind then?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Oh, you’ll have to wait and see, but I think you’re in for a good time.” I laughed.

We went inside and were met at once by Sally, dressed in a tight pair of white knickers and a small white T-shirt which stretched so tightly across her tits that her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric.  His eyes raked across her body hungrily.  She offered him a drink and then scuttled away to fetch it for him.  She returned and handed him his beer, then stood smiling at him.  He looked at her again and grinned, “That was quite a show you put on last night.” He smiled, “You looked like you had a good time.”

Sally’s face went scarlet with embarrassment.  “Oh, er, thank you.” She stammered.

Dave grinned at the memory, “Yes, watching you squirm around when you were having your arse smacked was quite entertaining, and the look on your face when they slipped their hands between your legs!” He laughed, “Just so much fun!”  He turned to me, “She’s got a nice pair of tits, hasn’t she?” He asked, in a matter of fact way.

I nodded, “Very nice indeed.” I turned to Sally, “Sal, don’t be anti-social, let Dave have a good look.”

Her eyes widened with surprise, then she slowly peeled her tight T-shirt over her head.  She stood before the two of us, her tits rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Oh yes, very nice indeed.” Dave grinned, “You don’t mind if I ...?”

“Help yourself!” I grinned.

He put down his beer, then stepped towards Sally.  She didn’t move. He reached out and ran his thumbnail around each nipple.  She gasped at the touch, her face a deep red, then licked her lips.  Within moments her nipples began to stiffen.  Soon they were standing proudly and her breathing had become rapid and shallow.  He ran his fingertips around each breast, concentrating on the sensitive skin on the sides of her fleshy globes.  Her eyelids flickered, and she pushed her shoulders back, an involuntary movement which pushed her tits towards his hands.  Dave chuckled as he began to gently knead the firm flesh, then he looked into her eyes.  “How is your arse today?  You took quite a bit of punishment, didn’t you?”

She looked away, “I’m fine, thank you.” She said hastily.

“Maybe I should take a look, just to be sure?” He said with a grin.

She nodded her head briefly, then turned and bent over.  She hooked her fingers into the tight waistband of her knickers, then wriggled her arse as she pushed them down.  He took a long look at her shapely cheeks, then ran his hand over each one in turn.  “Is this sore at all?” He asked solicitously.

“No, I’m fine, really.” She said softly, then gasped as he slid his hand between her thighs and began to stroke her slit.

“And how about your little honey pot?” He grinned, “That got a lot of attention last night, didn’t it?”  She shuddered as his fingers began to ease between her lips.  “Yes, first you gave it a bit of a tickle, then you had all those rough, rude men fiddling around down there.  How may spanked you in the end?”

“Oh, ahh, five, er, I think.” She gasped.

“Five?  Yes, I think it was that many, all of them tormenting your poor little arse, then rubbing your wet little pussy.  And then you gave yourself a right seeing to, didn’t you?  It’s been a while since I saw a woman come that strongly, I must say!” He had found her clit and had begun to stroke and tease it gently.  She shuffled her feet apart slightly, giving him easier access, then sighed as he began to concentrate on the sensitive tip.  “What a picture you made, lying there on the floor with your legs wide apart and your fingers rubbing away urgently!” She groaned as he slipped his thumb into her pussy, still teasing her clit with his finger.  “My, my, you are getting wet, aren’t you?” He chuckled.  She let out a half gasp, half whimper as he continued to explore her delicate fold at his leisure.  “Do you get this easily turned on all the time?” He demanded.

“I, er, oh! Ah! Er, sometimes, er, I mean I don’t really know.” She sighed.

“You certainly did last night, didn’t you?” He laughed, “Couldn’t get enough of it, could you?  Was that the last time you had your arse smacked, or did Steve here give you a bit more when you got home, just for being so naughty?”

She squirmed around as he continued to play with her pussy, “No, er, I mean, Steve didn’t, but I, er, well I mean, that is, I er…”

“Come on, out with it.” Dave grinned, “You haven’t been offering it to strangers again, have you?”

“No, nothing like that, I promise.  It’s just that Edward came over earlier, and he spanked me.” She gasped.

“And who is Edward?” He demanded.

“He lives next door, he’s my neighbours’ son.” She explained breathlessly.

“Your neighbours’ son?  And how old is he?”

“Fifteen.” She whimpered.

“Fifteen? You let a fifteen year old boy just stroll into your house and smack your arse?”

“No, it was in the garden, and I ….” She clutched her hand to her face when she realised what she’d said.

“In the garden?” Dave laughed, “What, he just came over and spanked you in the garden?”

“Yes.” She said softly, “I was hanging out some washing, and he came over, and he made me pull up my skirt, and he pulled my knickers down and spanked me.”

“And you let him?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like that?”

“Yes.” She said, her voice barely a whisper.

“Did it make you randy?” He sniggered.

“Yes.”

“Did you do anything about it?”

“I went to the garden shed and played with my pussy until I came.” She whined.

Dave looked at me and laughed heartily, “My God, you can’t get enough of it, can you?  And in the garden shed too! Couldn’t you wait until you got to the house?”  She gasped and moaned as he teased her pussy continually.  “I must say, I’m shocked.  From what Steve told me I’d have thought you were quite prim and proper.  And then I find you like to strip off for strangers, let them spank and grope you, and then you let a fifteen-year old boy spank you, and you have to rush off to the shed to relieve yourself.  Quite disgraceful behaviour really, isn’t it?”

“Ohhh! Ahhhhh! I’m sorry.” She panted.

“Are you ashamed of yourself?”

“Oh God, yes! Oh I feel so dirty!”  She began to push her hips back onto his fingers.

“And you like that, don’t you?”

“Mmmmm. Yes.”

“Good girl!  I like a nice, dirty woman.  One who isn’t afraid to admit what she is and what she wants, what she needs.”  He chuckled, “And now you’re all hot and wet again, aren’t you?  Would you like me to bring you off, right here and now?”

“Oh God! Oh yes please.” She whimpered.

He grinned, then pulled his fingers away suddenly, “Maybe later.” He laughed, then slapped her playfully on her arse, “For now you can pull your knickers up and put your tits away.”

She yelped in surprise as he swatted her cheek, then with a crimson face she stood and pulled her knickers up.  She pulled on her T-shirt once more, her nipples now standing proudly, then turned to face us both.  Dave glanced at me and winked, then said, “How are your daughters?  I haven’t seen them since I gave them that examination some time ago.”

“They’re fine, thank you.” She said, still flustered.

“Why don’t I go and have another look at them?” He said with a grin, “You can come and watch, if you like?”

“I, er, well, er, they’re upstairs.” She stammered, “It’s this way.”  She walked towards the stairs, Dave and I followed.  We watched her arse sway as she climbed the stairs. 

As we reached the landing Dave said, “I know, let’s do this in your bedroom, Sally.  Probably a bit more room in there, yes?”  She nodded. “Good, go and get them and bring them in there.”  We went into the bedroom, I took a seat in the corner, Dave sat on the end of the bed.  He looked at me and grinned, “Are you sure this is ok?” He asked.

“Absolutely fine! They won’t argue or complain, whatever you do.” I grinned back.

“Fantastic!” He laughed.

Moments later Sally entered the room followed by Helen and Sandra.  “Hello again girls!” Dave beamed.

“Hello doctor.” They said in unison.

“I thought I’d come along and have another look at you both.” He grinned, “it was such a lot of fun last time, wasn’t it?”

“Yes doctor.” They said again.

“Excellent! Now then Sally, why don’t you sit down here, at the side of the bed, so you can see everything that goes on.”  Sally sat obediently.  Dave turned his attention to the girls, who were now standing near to him at the foot of the bed.  “So, who wants to go first?” He said cheerfully. 

They looked at one another for a moment, then Sandra smiled, “I will.” She said, her eyes alight with excitement.

“Good girl! Now take all your things off and let me have a good look at you.”

She kicked off her trainers, then pulled off her socks and tossed them aside.  She tugged her T-shirt off over her head and began to unfasten her jeans.  Within seconds she had removed them, throwing them on top of her other clothes, then she reached behind her and unfastened her bra.  She let the small white garment fall to the floor, then pushed her clean white knickers down to her knees.  She let them fall to her ankles and stepped out of them, then stood with her arms by her side.

Dave looked her up and down, then motioned for her to come nearer to him.  She stepped forward and he ran his hand over her small tits, gently squeezing her puffy nipples.  “Nice!” He grunted, “These are coming along well, aren’t they Sandra?”  She flushed with pride.  His eyes fell to her few wisps of pubic hair and he ran his fingertip over them, “I’m glad to see you’re doing as you’re told.” He smiled.

“Yes sir.” She said at once.

“No more shaving these off, right?”

“No sir.”

He pushed his hand between her thighs and eased them apart.  She shuffled her feet then blushed as he ran a fingertip along her slit.  “You like that, don’t you Sandra?”

“Yes sir.”

He stroked her slit for a few moments, then said, “Turn around so I can see your cute little bottom.”  She giggled, then turned at once.  He stroked and cupped her pert cheeks, then told her to bend over.  He leaned forward and peered between her thighs, then began to stroke her slit once more.  She placed her hands on her thighs, just above her knees, and arched her back, pushing her slit towards him.  He chuckled, then began to ease his finger between her lips.  She wriggled her arse as he gently pushed his finger between her folds.  As his finger touched her clit she giggled softly.  “You like having your button teased, don’t you?” He said with a smile.

“Yes sir.”

“Do you like to play with it yourself?”

“Yes sir.”

“Does anyone else play with it?”

“Steve does.” She said at once, “I like it when Steve plays with my button, it feels nice!  And sometimes Helen will do it too.  And today, Edward came ‘round and he played with it.”

“Did he now?”

“Mmmm! And he made me suck his cock, and then he put it inside me.  That was nice too!”

There was a gasp from Sally, and then Helen said, “You never told me about that.” 

Sandra looked at her, then shrugged.  “He said he came over because he wanted to put his cock in you, but you were out, and then he said he would do it to mum, because he thought I was too young, but I told him I wasn’t, and so he said ‘ok’. And then we went to my room and did it!”  She finished with a flourish.  Helen stared at her.

“And you liked that?” Dave asked.

“Oh yes!” She giggled, “I like it when I have a cock up inside me, it feels special.”

“That’s what I like to hear!” Dave chuckled.  He pulled his hand away from her pussy.  “That’ll do for now, though.  You stand there while I have a look at your sister.  Come on then Helen, let’s have those things off.”  Helen began to undress.  When she had taken her T-shirt and bra off however, she hesitated.  “Come on now, you’re not shy, are you?” Dave teased.

“No sir.” She mumbled.  She looked across at me nervously biting her bottom lip, then with a sigh she began to unfasten her jeans.  The reason for her hesitancy became clear as she pushed her jeans down.  Underneath she was wearing a bright green, lacy thong.  As she stepped out of her jeans she crossed her hands in front of her pussy protectively, her face flushed and hot. She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, then looked up imploringly.  “Steve?”  She said with a note of urgency in her voice.

“Very nice, Helen.” I smiled, “Very nice indeed.”

She gasped with relief and smiled gratefully at me, “Really? You really think it’s ok?” She said.

“I certainly do!” I grinned, “When did you get that?”

“I bought it today.” Helen said in a low voice, “I thought if you wanted to be with me you’d like it if I had some nice things on.”

“Good girl!” I chuckled. Her face flushed with pleasure, “I wonder of Richard would like it too? I’m sure he would.”

“Richard?” Dave said, glancing between me and Sally.

“My next door neighbour.  Edward’s father.” She explained, blushing.

“He’s having his way with you is he?” He said, turning back to Helen.  She nodded, her shoulders hunched.  “And you like that?” She nodded again, her eyes fixed on some invisible spot on the carpet.  “Excellent! So how does it feel wearing them?”

“OK.” She said reluctantly, “Only…”

“Yes, come on, what is it?” Dave chuckled.

She took a deep breath, then looked directly at me, “Well you don’t think I look stupid, do you?” She said with a sob.

I shook my head and grinned back, “Not at all, but don’t just take my word for it.  What does everyone else think?”

Dave stared at her, then licked his lips,  “I think you look super!” He grinned.

She lifted her eyes to his, “Really?  You don’t think it makes me look silly?”

“No. Why should it?  I think you look really grown up in that thing.”

She flushed with pleasure, then sighed with relief, “Really?  You really mean that?”

“Of course!” Dave grinned.

“Yes, Helen, you look great!” Sandra chimed in, “In fact, mum, can I have some like that? Please?”

Sally looked away and muttered, “We’ll see.”

“Turn around.” I instructed Helen.   She turned at once, presenting her plump, shapely arse to me.  Her smooth cheeks looked like peaches, and the thin line of the fabric disappeared between them, only to emerge at the very base of her pussy.  I felt my cock twitch.  “You look very, very sexy.” I told her.

She span around to face me, her eyes glittering, “You really like it?” She breathed.

“You look fantastic!” I grinned, “But I think Doctor Ritchie needs to examine you some more.”

“Oh, yes, right! Er, I’m sorry Steve, sorry doctor.”

“Come and stand in front of me, like Sandra did.” Dave said softly. 

She stepped out of her jeans then stood before him.  He ran his hands along her thighs, then over her hips.  She gasped as his fingertips ran along her ribcage before caressing her plump tits.  As his hands closed around her firm flesh he grunted with pleasure, “These have come on nicely since I last saw them.” He muttered.

“Thank you sir.” She said quietly.

He ran his hands down over her hips, then stroked her thong with the back of his hand.  “This is very nice, but I want to see what’s behind it!” He grinned.  He hooked his finger into the fabric and tugged it gently.  It slipped easily over her smooth skin, quickly revealing her mound and the top of her slit.  He let go of the thong and it slid slowly to her feet.  She stepped out of it, then sighed as he began to stroke her thin pubic thatch.  “So you’ve done it with Steve, and you’ve done it with Richard, and you’ve done it with me.  Anyone else?”

“Edward.” She said softly.

“Jesus Christ, that kid puts it about, doesn’t he?” He laughed, “I can’t imagine there’s many fifteen year olds who get to fuck a mother and her two daughters! And do you like it when Edward has you?”

“I didn’t at first, bit it’s ok now.” She said defensively.

“Only ok?” He teased.  She blushed deeply.  He laughed softly, “What a family!”  He continued to stroke her mound, then pushed his hand between her thighs and massaged her pussy.  “You play with your sister’s pussy, she says?”

She coughed nervously, “Er, yes sir.”

“Do you like doing that?”  She nodded.  “And does Sandra play with yours?”  Another nod.  He glanced at Sandra, who blushed, then smiled mischievously.  “Sounds like you two have a great time together.”  The two girls looked at one another, then giggled.  Dave giggled too, then said, “Tell you what, why don’t you show me what you do to each other?”

They looked at one another again and giggled louder, then they both climbed onto the bed and entwined themselves into a ‘sixty-nine’ position.  Dave watched in fascination as they began to kiss and nuzzle each other’s pussy, Helen on her back, Sandra kneeling over her.  Helen reached up and began to stroke Sandra’s pert arse, slipping a finger between her cheeks, teasing the tight hole.  Sandra shuddered and gasped, then reached between Helen’s thighs and gently spread her pussy lips before pressing her mouth onto her delicate inner folds.  Within seconds they were both gasping and moaning, thrusting their hips towards the other’s face.

Dave rubbed his crotch as he watched them pleasure each other.  He glanced at Sally, who was also watching in fascination, her face flushed, her hands discreetly placed between her thighs.  “You look overdressed, Sally.” He grinned, “Why don’t you slip those things off.”

She stood up at once and quickly took off her T-shirt and slipped her knickers down.  Then she sank back into her chair.  Dave began to undress, never taking his eyes from the passionate embrace between the two sisters.  As he took off his underwear his stiff cock sprang upwards.  He glance across at Sally again, “Come on Sally, give me a bit of head until I decide which one of your pretty daughters I’m going to fuck.”

He sat back down on the bed as she stood and moved towards him.  She knelt between his thighs and took hold of his shaft, before taking his glans into her mouth.  He sighed with pleasure as her tongue went to work.  “You know, lot’s of women would go crazy at the very thought of a man undressing their daughters and watching as they licked each other’s pussies.  But you don’t mind at all, do you?”  She shook her head, still sucking his cock.  “In fact, I think you like it.  Is that right?”  She took his cock deep into her mouth, looked up at him and nodded.  He chuckled with pleasure.  “Steve tells me you watched while he had them both one night.  Did you like watching that?”  She groaned onto his cock, then nodded again.  “In fact, he said you played with yourself, and brought yourself off while you watched.  Fantastic!  I tell you what, you can do that again in a minute when I start having some fun with them.  Go and sit down again now.” 

She padded obediently back to her chair and sat down.  “OK girls, time for me to have some fun. Now why don’t the two of you carry on where your mum left off?  Get to work on my cock!”  He laughed.

Sandra emerged from between Helen’s thighs, her face pink and her lips wet.  She clambered over to Dave and slipped between his thighs, then took hold of his cock and began to suck hungrily.  Moments later Helen joined in, slithering between their bodies and licking his balls.  As she stroked his tight sack and licked it lovingly, Helen slipped her hand between Sandra’s thighs, began to rub her clit.  Sandra gasped with pleasure and went to work on his cock with renewed urgency.  She stretched out her hand and felt for Helen’s pussy, slipping two fingers into her with ease.

Within moments both girls were grinding their pussies onto each other’s fingers whilst sucking and licking Dave’s cock.  Dave sighed with pleasure, then smiled as he listened to the moans and gasps coming from the girls as they lost themselves in their own enjoyment.  After a few moments Dave looked across at Sally. “No reason why you shouldn’t have some fun too, Sally.” He grinned, “You can give your pussy a bit of a tickle if you want.”

Her face coloured deeply and she stiffened visibly.  As Dave looked away however, she gave a muted sigh, then slipped her hand between her thighs and began to rock gently back and forth.  He looked at her and grinned smugly, “No need to be shy, Sally.  Just imagine there’s a room full of complete strangers here and enjoy yourself!”

She shuddered, then sank down in her chair.  She opened her thighs slowly, then sighed heavily as she found her clit and began to slowly stroke the stiffening bud as she watched her daughters pleasuring each other and Dave.  By now my cock was straining to get out of my trousers.  I was about to pull one of the girls away, when Dave said, “Helen, get up on your hands and knees, I want to take you from behind.”

She quickly got into position and he knelt behind her and placed his cock against her pussy.  He took hold of her hips and pulled her slowly back onto him, easing his cock into her.  She sighed happily, arching her back as he went deeper and deeper.  I stood up and took off my clothes.  Sandra eyes my stiff cock hungrily, began to move towards me.  I motioned for her to stay where she was, “I wan to try something new.” I told her.

Helen looked around curiously, her half-lidded eyes betraying the pleasure she felt.  I climbed onto the bed and moved towards her face.  Her eyes focused on my cock and she licked her lips.  As I drew nearer to her she craned her neck forward and opened her mouth.  I slipped my cock between her lips and she began to suck my glans at once, groaning as Dave continued to drive into her.  Sandra watched in fascination as her sister sucked and fucked the two of us, then she moved closer and reached out both hands.  She began to stroke and cup first Dave’s balls, then mine, then both. 

I glanced across at Sally, who had spread her legs wide and had two fingers buried deep in her wet pussy whilst rubbing her clit with slow, deliberate strokes.  “Enjoying the show, Sal?” I grinned.  She moaned softly.  I could feel myself moving closer to climax and decided to extend the fun for a little while longer.  “Lie down on your back and spread your pretty legs.” I said to Sandra.  She fell to the bed and rolled onto her back, flinging her legs wide apart.  The hairs around her slit were dark and wet, her pussy lips swollen.  I moved between her thighs and began to rub my cock along her slit.  Her eyes widened with surprise as the waves of pleasure coursed through her, then she moaned loudly and groaned, “Oh Steve! Oh that feel just fantastic!”

Helen began to moan and sigh with each of Dave’s strokes, a sure sign she was nearing orgasm.  Dave too was grunting with pleasure, ramming his cock into her tender flesh with obvious relish.  I sank down, pushing my cock into Sandra’s warm, welcoming pussy, and she groaned happily, throwing her hands around my neck and thrusting her hips up to meet my cock.

Within seconds the room was full of the sounds of our moans, groans and sighs.  Helen suddenly cried out, “Oh! Oh, I’m coming!”  Then began to gasp for each breath as her body heaved.  Dave shuddered, then pulled her back sharply, stabbing his cock into her.  She cried out with pleasure, then let out a long, sibilant hiss of pleasure, “Yyyyyyyyeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssssssss!”

Sandra began to writhe around beneath me, her tongue darting into my ear and licking my neck.  “Come in me Steve.  Please? Oh I want to feel you coming in me, Steve. Oh I love it so much.  Please Steve. Please? Please? Ohhhhaahhhhhhhhmmmmnnnnnn!”  She bucked her hips wildly as she climaxed, her arms tightening around my neck.  I felt myself start to climax, and then a loud moan from Dave told me he was shooting his jism deep into Helen.  As I started to empty myself into Sandra I was dimly aware of Sally wailing in the corner of the room as she too reached climax, and then I gave myself over to the ecstasy of the moment.

I rolled away from Sandra, then made my way back to my chair.  Dave lay back on the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly.  Helen lay face down, with Sandra next to her. Both of them were gasping and panting, and then they started to giggle.  They moved closer, and then Helen knelt and moved between Sandra’s thighs.  She ran her tongue along the lips of her pussy, then looked up into her sister’s eyes.  They looked at one another for a moment, then both squealed with delight.  They quickly took up a ‘sixty-nine’ position, began to lap at each other’s pussies whilst giggling and sighing.

Gradually the giggling subsided and they began to lick hungrily, each forcing her tongue deep into the other.  Dave watched in absolute fascination as the two sisters drove themselves higher and higher.  A moan from the side of the room alerted us to Sally’s presence.  She had a finger buried deep in her arse, a thumb in her pussy, and she was rubbing her clit frantically with her finger.  She began to rock rapidly on her chair, her eyes alive with urgency. As Helen and Sandra licked their way to a mutual climax, Sally began to whimper and moan, the pitch increasing by the minute, signalling her urgency.  As the two girls collapsed onto each other with contented sighs Sally clamped her jaw tightly and wailed with pleasure.  “Nnnngggggggggyyyyyyyeeeeessssss!”

There was silence in the room for a few moments, then Dave muttered, “Fucking hell, this is out of this world!”  Helen and Sandra giggled with delight.  “You up for some more fun then, girls?” He asked with a grin.

“Yes!” The two of them laughed.

He turned to me and said, “Is this ok?”

I laughed and said, “Just fine.  They’re having as good a time as you or me, but I think Sally’s had enough for now.” I looked over at Sally, who was slumped in her chair, eyes glazed.  “Sal, you can go to be now.  We’re going to have some more fun with girls here, ok?”

She looked at me like a sullen child.  “Can’t I stay? Please Steve?”

“Are you sure you really want to Sal, I mean you might not like what we do with your girls?”

Helen and Sandra sat up at once and stared at me.  “What do you mean?” Sally asked anxiously.

“Well, I’m sure Dave here would like to experience Helen’s tight little arse, and I know I really fancy giving Sandra some more experience in that area.” I said with a smile.  The girls squealed with delight.  Sally flushed deeply, “I’d like to stay.” She said huskily.

“You mean you want to watch your daughters get taken up the arse?” I grinned.

“Yes.” She muttered, staring at the floor.

“Would you like that?” I teased.  She nodded, briefly.  “Watching our stiff cocks slide into their tight little holes?  Would that get you hot?”  The girls giggled again, their excitement mounting.  Helen reached across and began to stroke Dave’s thigh, edging higher with each caress.  Sally fidgeted nervously, then coughed, “Er, yes.” She conceded.

“Well if I let you stay you’ll have to be very quiet, Sal.” I warned.

“I will, I promise.” She said at once.

“You can play with your pussy while you watch, but if you come you must be very, very quiet, understand?”

“Yes, yes, I promise I will.”  She gasped.

Helen’s hand had reached Dave’s cock.  She stroked it lovingly, her eyes focused on it.  Sandra crawled over to me and wrapped her fingers around my shaft, began to pump it.  I looked up at Sally to see her staring at the scene before her, a look of pure lust on her face.  “Well if you’re staying Sal, you can go and get the oil for me.”

She sighed with relief, then skipped to the bedside cabinet and retrieved the bottle of oil.  She held it out to me but I shook my head, “You put it on my cock, Sal.  Then do Dave’s, ok?”

“Yes, of course!” She said with a smile. She poured the oil over my cock, also covering Sandra’s hand.  As Sandra began to massage the oil into her tight little hole, Sally began to lovingly stroke my cock, covering all of it in oil so that my shaft glistened.  She moved to Dave and Helen and repeated the service, then retreated to her chair.

“Aren’t you going to thank us for letting you stay and watch?” Sandra demanded with a giggle.

Sally looked startled, “Oh, yes, I’m sorry, thank you for letting me stay and watch.” She mumbled.  Dave sniggered, then turned his attention to Helen who was once more on her hands and knees, this time with her hips pushed forward, presenting her tight hole to him.  He eased a finger into her, smiling as she sighed with pleasure, then he moved behind her and pressed his glans against her back door.  She shuddered and gasped softly as he began to enter her, easing his stiff shaft slowly into her bowels.

I moved Sandra into a kneeling position facing Helen, then ran my finger between her cheeks.  Her hole flinched instinctively as I pressed my finger against it, and then I pushed past her sphincter and began to gently finger fuck her arse.  She let out a sigh of relief as her muscle relaxed, then began to move in time to the pressing of my finger.

Helen let out a long sigh as Dave pushed in fully, then groaned as he slowly drew back.  I moved into position behind Sandra and rubbed my glans along her entire crevice.   She glanced over her shoulder at me, eyes glittering with excitement.  “Oh yes Steve! Oh do it to me! Put it right in!” She sang.  I placed my glans against her puckered hole and eased forward.  Her sphincter opened with surprising ease and my cock slid smoothly into her.  She gasped loudly, then turned to look at me again.  “Oh that feels lovely Steve.  I told you I’d been practising, didn’t I?”

I took hold of her hips and pulled her onto me, easing in up to the hilt.  She shuddered, then fell forward onto her elbows, pushing her pert little arse towards me.  As I started to pull back she thrust her hand between her legs and caressed my balls.  I pulled back almost entirely, then pushed in completely once more. 

“Ohhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!” She sighed.

I glanced up to see that Dave was now driving deep into Helen with long, even strokes.  She gripped the bed cover tightly, her face contorted with concentration.  I began to pump my cock into Sandra, her tight hole gripping my shaft as she continued to stroke my balls.

Dave began to increase pace, making Helen whimper with each stroke.  Sandra pushed her hips back against me, pushing my cock in as deep as she could.  The two of them were gasping and moaning with pleasure.

“Oh God that’s wonderful.” Helen sighed.

“Mmmmm! Swonderful!” Sandra drawled.

I glanced over at Sally, who was rubbing her pussy so fast her fingers were almost a blur.  She had jammed her fist into her mouth to prevent her making any noise which would cause her to miss the show.  I pushed my cock deep into Sandra once more, then paused and slipped my hand between her thighs.  I quickly found her clit and began to rub the little button quickly.  The effect was immediate.  She began to buck and writhe, twisting and turning her hips, her sphincter stroking my shaft.

“Oh wow Steve! Oh that’s amazing! Ohhhhhhhhhh!”

As she squirmed around on my cock I felt myself nearing climax again.  I rubbed her clit faster and faster.  She gripped tightly on the bed covers and ground her hips against my finger, her arse gripping my cock tightly and massaging it vigorously.  I moved nearer and nearer to a massive orgasm, propelled by the frantic writhing of her hips.  She cried and yelped as I rubbed her stiff little nub as fast as I could, and then I started to come.  As soon as she felt my first spurts she clamped her hand over my fingers, pressing them tightly onto her clit, and let out a long, high pitched wail.

“Aahhhhhhheeeeennnnngggggghhh!” 

Her sphincter pulsed on my throbbing cock as I emptied myself into her once more.  She dropped her head, her entire body rigid and shuddering.  As I gave a huge sigh and relaxed back onto my heels she moaned and fell forward, face down onto the bed, my cock slipping from her hole.  As we both gasped for breath Dave began to come inside Helen.  “Oh yes! Oh please do it, yes!” She cried as he grunted and drove his cock into her once more.  He tensed, pulling her back onto his cock, holding her in place as he shot stream after stream into her bowels.  Finally he let her go, and she too fell face down on the bed next to her sister.  Dave fell back onto his back and lay exhausted, staring at the ceiling.

“Oh Jesus Christ!” He gasped, “Oh you girls are just bloody amazing!”

Sally whimpered softly and we all glanced at her.  She still had her fist jammed into her mouth, but her body was shaking from a powerful orgasm, her thighs clamped tightly together on the hand between them.  As she shuddered and then slumped in her chair Sandra giggled breathlessly,  “Looks like we’ve all had a good time!”

Helen stared at her for a moment, and then the two of them were laughing uncontrollably.  I glanced at Dave and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards.  Seconds later the two of us were laughing too.  Finally, Sally relented, and she too was laughing.