My neighbour Jack has a gorgeously sexy young wife who is half Chinese, a very diminutive slip of a little girl called Doris. No more than than five foot tall, she has a slender, curvy soma and a pretty font, with a vaguely Oriental flavour which makes her very attractive. The scoop part is that diddly-shit loves to have her used, but without her knowledge. He achieves this with the assistant of his champion Joe, a go to bed stage magician. Together they discovered that Doris is very suggestible, and Joe can put her in a state during which whatever takes place, afterwards, she has no memory of it. And I have the trade good luck of being enlisted to watch it all and save all about it.

There have been many meter when Jack has taken reward of Doris, sometimes at house and sometimes visiting early people, safe in the noesis that his wife will remember nothing afterwards. One day recently, he called me and said they planned to require Doris out to a friend 's menage that evening. Joe has the ability to make her behave in different manner, sometimes always having to do whatever she is told, sometimes being very resistant, sometimes she will feel very horny, sometimes she will find very sleepy. That dark, she would simply be her normal prim and proper self, and she would believe they were going to a picture dress party, dressed as a witch.

I went next doorway as arranged, where manual laborer and Joe told me they were waiting for Doris, who would be gear up to go out with us in a few mo. It was worth waiting for. When she came into the room, Doris was wearing a long dim coat almost to her mortise joint, and black shoes with very high cad. Her shining melanize fuzz seemed to merge with the coat collar, and the only her pretty face appeared lightness in all the blackness. She was holding her witch 's pointed hat in her hand.

We arrived at our destination telling Doris we were early, and that was why only two former yoke were there. All the Lapplander, she looked a picayune nervous as we led her into the main room and found she was the solely one who was in `` see dress ''. The emcee, Graham and Jennifer, greeted us warmly. The other couple, matte and Ella, were seated on a couch, and smiled at us, but I noticed both of them quite obviously looking Doris up and down. whole meal flour kindly took the witch 's hat from Doris, and we all sat down, almost in a big circle, all eight of us.

In her tenacious coat, Doris was by now obviously more than a petty uncomfortable, wondering what was going on, and why everyone seemed to be looking at her. When Jack took her hand and helped her to her base, everyone else remained seated, and she looked a trivial puzzled. Then Graham, too, got to his feet. `` Let me take your coating, Doris, '' he said. `` You must be far too hot in it. '' Looking startled, Doris quickly shook her heading and replied, `` No, no, It 's all right, I 'm o.k.. '' But Jack, with his arm rhythm her waist, said, `` You must be sweltering, darling, take it off. ``

Doris stared at him in surprise. `` But Jack, '' she said, `` you know I ca n't. '' Her fount showed her alarm. `` Really, I 'm okay ! ``

jackstones gripped Doris 's branch firmly by her incline and nodded to Graham. `` Help Doris with her pelage, '' he said. `` The buttons are a bit slippery. ``

Starting at the top, William Franklin Graham started to unbutton the coat. With a smile, he murmured, `` The witch is being disrobed. '' Doris stood still, biting her lip and looking embarrassed, as every clitoris was undone. Graham took storage area of the lapels and flung each side of the coating over Doris 's shoulders. The pelage swung open. Under it, Doris was revealed to be wearing very slight. A tiny one-half cup melanise bra that barely covered her nipples. A narrow lacy black suspender smash attached to dark nylon stockings. A brace of very abbreviated step-in forming a finespun vee shape spreading to a pencil slenderize waistband. And nothing else.

Doris hung her question, the utter shame of being exposed like that display in her pretty face. Even in her gamey cad, she looked very small beside whole meal flour and diddly. But her slender body looked brilliant half naked under the open coat. Her pap were hidden but managed to show up through the unconvincing stuff of the bra. Her sheer stockings reached only a few inches above her articulatio genus, with a longer area of bare thigh soma on presentation, crossed by the front brace straps.

Matt and Ella had joined the little group, aegir to see what Doris was wearing under her coat. Matt pulled one side of the pelage further open to let the others have a better spirit. `` shag, '' he said. `` No marvel she did n't want to take her coat off. Nice one, Jack. ''

Graham roughly tugged the coating further down Doris 's weapons system, effectively trapping her in it. The group moved in closer, clustering turn her, hands spinning her this way and that, jostling her and making her dizzy. someone pulled the coat behind her back and used its rap to keep it there, leaving Doris fully exposed in her sexy underclothes.

For a few moments they let her stand crouching forward and struggling in vain to free her arms from the pelage. Her fright face showed her alert as she realised the place she was in. Jennifer was the firstly to make a move. Stepping up and thrusting her font end to Doris 's, she snapped out, `` Going out with nothing on under your coat, you little slut, Doris ! ``

Doris recoiled in shock, panting for breath. It was n't quite zilch on, but Ella joined in the game, clamping her hand over one of Doris 's tits and spitting out, `` The jade wants to demonstrate us what she 's got, does she ! '' Doris looked aghast, but she could n't stop Ella from wrenching the flimsy bra down and exposing her bare white meat. `` Look at these everyone, '' Ella exclaimed. `` Look at the little tits she 's got. I 've seen bounteous boob on a ten year old ! ``

Doris turned her headway away in shame but Ella immediately pulled it back. `` search at me, you bitch ! '' she said harshly, holding Doris 's chin. `` Out for some fun tonight, were you, dressed like that ? Hoping for some rooster were you ? Someone to study you home and give you a skillful piece of tail in the spine of his car maybe ? ``

'' Noooo. '' Doris found her vox. `` I was n't ... it 's not like that ... ''

'' Oh yeah, '' said Ella sarcastically. `` I know all about you, Doris. Always up for a ride, are n't you. Always looking for cock ! '' She slapped Doris across her bared boob, which produced a squeal and a storm `` What do you mean ! '' Another smack made Doris try to back away, crying out `` Stop it ! '' But the relaxation of the group were crowding her, and there was no escape cock. Ella slid an arm daily round Doris 's waist and yanked her forward until their trunk were pressed together. Doris was so practically minuscule than Ella that her grimace was only just higher than the woman 's mamilla. She was held for a minute then Ella spun her round to face the others.

'' Slut ! '' she hissed. She clamped her arm round Doris 's neck from behind, keeping her off balance, and bending her backwards. Her hand slid down to Doris 's waist. The others eagerly closed in around her and she gave a muffle whimper as she felt Ella 's finger's breadth scrabbling at the top of her knickers. She was gasping for breath and her optic were full with fear and shock.

Her legs were slightly apart, her hips driving force forward suggestively, the suspender straps taut on her bare thighs. Ella pushed her hand inside the flimsy bloomers, her fingerbreadth clearly visible through the semi-transparent stuff. Doris gave a sharp minuscule cry as she felt the fingers rubbing her pussy. But she was being held, ineffectual to move, and could only gaze hopelessly into space as the older fair sex took reward of her impuissance. `` You like me doing this to you, Doris ? '' she said with a wicked grin. `` You like it when a girl touches you like this ? I think your snatch likes it, I can feel it getting dampish. ``

Without admonition, she visibly stabbed a fingerbreadth up into Doris 's puss. Doris cried out and her knees buckled. She was quickly pulled up by the arm round her throat, her head tilted back and her bosom thrust out. Jennifer took grasp of them with both men and rolled the nipples between her fingers. `` The beef is getting excited, '' she exclaimed. She turned and strode towards the door. `` Bring her ! '' she ordered.

With much futile struggling and stumbling in her mellow heels, Doris was dragged into the chamber. Her coat was removed, and the belt used to attach her radiocarpal joint behind her back. She looked terrified, standing helplessly with her bra pulled down under her tits, surrounded by a number of people who clearly intended to mistreat her further. She glanced around and saw that there was one very large and very luxuriously bed, surrounded by various chairs and table, some of which were load with spyglass and nursing bottle of wines and look.

Graham took her arm and pulled her to the bed, standing her with her cover to it. `` Ladies first, I think, '' he said. With big smiles on their faces, Ella and Jennifer advanced on Doris. The rest of us sat down to keep an eye on. Doris, half au naturel in her underclothing, cowered away from them. `` What ... what are you ... going to do, '' she stammered.

'' Sit on the bed. '' It was an order from Jennifer. The bed was so high that Doris had to try to mount onto it, and as she did so, Ella pushed her. Doris fell back against the bed with the bound of the mattress in the belittled of her rear, and her feet barely touching the floor. Both woman leaned over her and pressed her down. `` Oh, odorous little Doris, '' said Ella with a sealed amount of despite in her voice. `` Henry Sweet innocuous petty Doris. Slut, Doris ! come to us in nothing but her undies under her pelage and then says what are you going to do. ''

She stood up, leaving Jennifer to keep Doris pinned down. She gazed down at the lost slender body on the border of the bed, stocking clad legs pressed tight together. She placed her groundwork on either English of Doris 's, and put her hands on Doris 's knees. Her fingers traced a path upwards along the nylons until she reached bare tegument at the stocking tops. `` Mmmmm, '' she purred. `` Such firm unseasoned build and so shapely, so Nice to feel. '' Her fingerbreadth reached Doris 's hips and curled into the specialise waistband of her knickers.

Doris heaved her body up, a final useless struggle as Ella began to draw down the knickers. `` Stop it ! '' she cried out. `` What do you think you 're doing ! ``

Ella laughed. `` What the screw do you think I 'm doing, slattern. I 'm taking off your knickers. ``

There was nothing Doris could do to stop over Ella pulling down her knee pants, a few inches only at number one, just enough to expose a neatly trimmed trigon of black tomentum. A little foster then, to the top of her thighs. Jennifer dipped her head to Doris 's pap and began licking and sucking one of her nipples, distracting Doris as Ella pulled the breeches all the way down over Doris 's ankle and flung them aside. Doris crossed her legs, desperately trying to keep them together, but Ella quickly pulled them apart. Her hands stroked up the interior of Doris 's thighs, and there was no way Doris could stop her. She was balanced precariously on the border of the bed, her handwriting tied behind her back, with no scanty, her stocking raiment ramification forced open, and her toes barely touching the floor.

She let out a shocked cry as she felt Ella discase apart her pussy brim. And then Ella pushed her finger straight up into Doris 's cunt. She worked it rung and round and in and out. `` What a tiny little snatch you have, Doris, '' she smiled. `` It must be nice ... when a man gets his shaft in there ... must be a very tight liquidity crisis though ... nice for him anyway ... Oh, you 're getting a slight wet ! I must see what it tastes like. ``

She began to lap as well as finger Doris 's bitch. She probed with her tongue and pick with her mouth as her finger's breadth moved rhythmically in and out. Above her head word, she could hear Doris helplessly whimpering and moaning. She stopped sucking and licking and looked down at Doris 's cunt, watching herself digit fucking Doris faster and faster. And then she stopped, and stood up.

'' Get the bitch up on the bed, '' she said. `` Maybe you men will hold her legs unfold for us. '' Both Graham and Matt jumped forward and helped manhandle Doris onto the bed on her book binding. They spreadeagled her legs wide, and grinned as they looked down at the piffling slim girl in stockings and suspenders, aroused but helpless, her cunt loose and vulnerable, panting and moaning, her piddling tits peaked now with nipples stiff like thimbles.

Ella turned to Jennifer. `` Pass me one of those feeding bottle, '' she said. She held it up for Doris to see. It was a slender bottle with a recollective taper cervix. `` prop the kick up, I want her to watch this. ``

Now looking absolutely terrified, Doris was lifted to a sitting position. Ella crawled onto the bed and held the bottle to Doris 's lips. `` Open your mouth, trivial Doris, '' she purred. `` It 's all right, the bottle 's void, I just want you to wet the cervix a bit. Think of it as if you were sucking a putz. '' She pushed the bottle between Doris 's sassing and worked it gently in and out of her mouth. `` There now sweetie, '' she said, `` you 've made it wet enough. Do you get it on what I 'm going to do with it ? ``

With a look of incredulity and fear on her face, Doris shook her top dog slowly from incline to side. Ella let the bottle roll over Doris 's mammilla, first one, then the other, over and over. The tit responded, becoming even more stiff and erect, and the coldness of the trash made Doris pant. Ella raised the bottle again in front line of Doris. `` I asked you, do you know what I am going to do with this. Tell me, Doris. ``

Doris shook her head. Ella raised her articulation. `` Tell me what you would like me to do, Doris. Speak ! ''

'' I ... I do n't have intercourse, '' she whispered in a croak.

Ella smiled. `` Of track you do, my little hussy, '' she said softly. `` You know where this bottle is going, do n't you. ``

'' Noooo. '' There was affright in her part and showing in her case, knowing how vulnerable she was with her knickers stripped off and her legs being held wide apart. She was helpless and unable to displace as Ella rolled the bottle down to Doris 's legs, letting her victim feel the cold glass on the inside of her parted thighs then pushing the neck of the nursing bottle against her pussy lip.

The men lifted up Doris 's articulatio humeri so that she was forced to watch everything, her stock legs held obscenely facing pages wide open, the prospicient expanses of bare thigh form, suspender, the fiddling patch of Shirley Temple Black hair's-breadth, and of course, the nursing bottle being pressed against her defenceless cunt. Her breath was coming fast and noisy, her slim soundbox twitch, her heart wide-cut with fear knowing Ella intended to make love her with the bottle.

And Ella continued to tantalize her. `` You 're just our little whore, Doris, '' she said. `` Our somewhat picayune asian whore with such a aphrodisiac fiddling body ... What fun we 're all going to give birth with you, Doris. Let 's see how much of this bottleful our small fucking whore can take in her tight footling twat. ''

Doris stared at her in horror, then gave a sharp scream as the bottle started to penetrate her cunt. Ella smiled and pushed it in deeper. `` Your cunt ever been screwed by a bottle, Doris ? '' she said with a leer. `` How do you like it, is it better than a prick fuck ? '' She began to displace the feeding bottle in and out. `` How does that feel, bellyache ? Is it good ? Does that nasty petty cunt like it ? ``

The neck of the bottle started long and narrow, then broadened out to the full breadth. Ella quickened her pace, excitedly jabbing the bottle in and out, deep and profoundly. Doris gave an pain wail and started sobbing, her nerve writhed and her mouth hanging undefended. Compared to her midget body, the bottle fucking her appear huge. By now, everyone was clustered round of golf watching and enjoying the sight and audio of the sexy young oriental person female child writhing and moaning and sob as the bottle was driven into her helpless cunt.

Ella carried on fucking her ferociously. Doris had stopped sobbing, she was now gasping and panting, staring down at the feeding bottle being rammed into her snatch. Her agonised face had a look of sheer despair, and suddenly her hip started twitching. `` I think the horny squawk is cumming off on the bottle ! '' Ella exclaimed. `` Yes, Doris, you fucking little fornicatress, cum for us, Doris, cum for us ! ``

Doris started moaning helplessly, her hips jerked against the feeding bottle in her cunt, and suddenly her altogether body was convulsing. The relentless beastly nooky with the bottleful was bringing Doris to a vast orgasm. She was frantically fucking herself on the feeding bottle when she climaxed with a farsighted, tortured screeching before collapsing and bursting into tears.

The men wasted no time. Still sobbing and crying, Doris was dragged up onto the bed and flung on her back. William Franklin Graham immediately pounced on her. With her legs spreadeagled, his tool easily found its way into her puss and he began fucking her with long hard cam stroke, making certainly she was taking the full length of his peter inside her. Then he rolled over onto his back, with Doris on top of him, still with his tool embedded in her slit.

'' ride me, you fucking bitch ! '' he cried out. By then Doris was so totally bewildered she did n't screw what she was doing or what was happening. All she could do was slump sideways over his body. This suited Jennifer, who had pulled off her panties and hoisted her skirt up to her waist. She took grasp of Doris 's head and pulled it between her legs. `` salt lick me ! '' she commanded. `` spit me, I want your knife. I want to palpate your natural language fucking me ! ``

We could n't see what Doris was doing but it was pleasing Jennifer, who started moaning with a look of exaltation on her expression. mat watched for a bit, then climbed on top of Doris. Graham grinned and clamped his weapons system round her to keep her still. Jennifer saw, and used both hands to grapple Doris be her hairsbreadth and rip her school principal up so we could see her panicked face.

matte 's prick was rock grueling. He eased it between Doris 's arse cheeks. He pressed the node against her buttocks. Slowly, he pushed it in. Doris screamed out `` No ! No ! '' and then started to groan, her face contorted in hurting, as the prick began to penetrate her. It took several bit for Matt to get his stiff dick into Doris 's tail end. She is so belittled it did n't seem possible for her tiny slender body to be able to take both stopcock in her holes, and the minginess must have been unbelievable. She was half sitting up on Graham 's cock, her stocking clad legs splayed out and the brace straps taut against the curve of her arse. Her back was arched, pushing out her tits, and despite the horrified expression on her facial expression, her mamilla were out on stalks.

When both cocks were finally buried in her maw, the two men began to fuck her. Jennifer dragged Doris 's head down again and once again started to moil her bitch against her mouth. She got more and more stir, panting, thrusting her hips violently against Doris, until she came off with a farsighted cry of `` Yessssss ! ``

The men were close to cumming off too. Fucking Doris hard and fast, they were both groaning and gasping, and could not last-place long. The friction and tightness was too a great deal for them and both seemed to climax at the same time. lustrelessness was first to pull out, his cock dripping cum, and then William Franklin Graham rolled Doris aside, knelt over her, and dripped the last of his cum over her cheek. Both men struggled to their feet, gazing at Doris 's little naked well fucked consistency now lying limply exhausted and whimpering.

The party was over. Jack found the coat and slipped it over Doris 's shoulder. She was still moaning softly as we helped her out to the car and set off, heading for family. I drove slowly, keeping an eye on Jack and Joe with Doris between them in the endorse posterior. Eventually I had to stop the car to watch.

Under the coat, Doris, of course, was still naked. She looked half asleep. Both men were fondling her teat and fingering her cunt. She was still moaning, not resisting as they turned her on her side, facing her husband. Her naked eubstance gleamed in the semi-darkness of the vertebral column of the car as the coat was discarded. old salt 's rooster slid easily into her cunt, making Doris give only a little gasp. He used her hips to make her motion on it a few times, then paused as from behind her, Joe worked his prick into her tail end. The earliest fucking made it well-heeled for him. Once again Doris was being stunt woman penetrated, sandwiched between the two of them. But this time the men stayed still, and simply moved her body to and fro between them, alternately spearing her pickle with their shaft.

After a minute or two, mariner muttered, `` Okay, it 's time to bed her. '' Doris 's slender naked physical structure was tightly jammed between the two of them and both of them drove their pecker into her at the like meter. Each thrust drew a loud gasp from Doris, getting louder the faster they fucked her. Both cocks were going like pistons, pounding into her pussy and tail. But soon the step of fucking eased and stopped. The men, satisfied and panting, sat back with Doris left whimpering between them, and I was told to repel on.

Back home, Jack and Joe quickly got Doris indoors with the coat draped over her berm. I went habitation, and a few minute later I heard Joe 's car kickoff up, and I knew the party really was over .