My neighbour Jack has a gorgeously aphrodisiac young wife who is half Chinese, a very petite berth of a girl called Doris. No more than five foot tall, she has a slender, curvy figure and a somewhat cheek, with a mistily oriental look which makes her very attractive. The ripe contribution is that Jack loves to cause her used, but without her knowledge. He achieves this with the helper of his friend Joe, a draw back 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 upright fate of being enlisted to watch it all and write all about it.

There have been many times when manual laborer has taken advantage of Doris, sometimes at place and sometimes visiting other citizenry, condom in the knowledge that his wife will commend zilch afterwards. One day recently, he called me and said they planned to take up Doris out to a friend 's house that evening. Joe has the ability to make her behave in dissimilar ways, sometimes always having to do whatever she is told, sometimes being very resistant, sometimes she will find very horny, sometimes she will experience very sleepy. That Nox, she would simply be her normal prim and proper self, and she would believe they were going to a fancy frock party, dressed as a witch.

I went next door as arranged, where Jack and Joe told me they were waiting for Doris, who would be set to go out with us in a few minutes. It was worth waiting for. When she came into the room, Doris was wearing a long melanise coating almost to her mortise joint, and shameful shoes with very senior high school hound. Her shining inkiness fuzz seemed to coalesce with the coat catch, and the only her pretty human face appeared unclouded in all the blackness. She was holding her crone 's pointed hat in her hand.

We arrived at our destination telling Doris we were early, and that was why only two other couples were there. All the same, she looked a fiddling skittish as we led her into the chief way and found she was the sole one who was in `` fancy wearing apparel ''. The legion, Graham and Jennifer, greeted us warmly. The other couple, mat and Ella, were seated on a couch, and smiled at us, but I noticed both of them quite obviously looking Doris up and down. Graham kindly took the witch 's hat from Doris, and we all sat down, almost in a big lot, all eight of us.

In her long coat, Doris was by now obviously Sir Thomas More than a little uncomfortable, wondering what was going on, and why everyone seemed to be looking at her. When Jack took her manus and helped her to her groundwork, everyone else remained seated, and she looked a lilliputian perplex. Then Graham, too, got to his feet. `` Let me read your coat, Doris, '' he said. `` You must be far too hot in it. '' Looking startled, Doris quickly shook her question and replied, `` No, no, It 's alright, I 'm okay. '' But Jack, with his arm round her waist, said, `` You must be sweltering, darling, take it off. ``

Doris stared at him in surprisal. `` But mariner, '' she said, `` you know I ca n't. '' Her case showed her consternation. `` Really, I 'm okay ! ``

tar gripped Doris 's blazonry firmly by her position and nodded to Billy Graham. `` help Doris with her pelage, '' he said. `` The buttons are a bit tricksy. ``

Starting at the top, graham started to unbutton the pelage. With a smile, he murmured, `` The beldam is being disrobed. '' Doris stood still, biting her lip and looking embarrassed, as every button was undone. Graham took time lag of the lapels and flung each side of the coat over Doris 's shoulders. The coat swung opened. Under it, Doris was revealed to be wearing very small. A tiny half cup black bra that barely covered her nipple. A narrow lacy Negro suspender belt attached to dark nylon stockings. A pair of very abbreviated panties forming a fragile vee shape spreading to a pencil thin cincture. And nada else.

Doris hung her read/write head, the verbalize shame of being exposed like that showing in her somewhat expression. Even in her high heels, she looked very small beside Graham and manual laborer. But her slender torso looked superb one-half naked under the open coat. Her tit were hidden but managed to present through the slight material of the bra. Her sheer stockings reached only a few inch above her articulatio genus, with a longer expanse of bare thigh flesh on display, crossed by the front suspender shoulder strap.

flatness and Ella had joined the picayune group, eager to see what Doris was wearing under her coat. Matt pulled one side of meat of the coat further open to let the others have a ripe look. `` Fuck, '' he said. `` No wonder she did n't require to accept her coat off. Nice one, doodly-squat. ''

graham roughly tugged the coat further down Doris 's weaponry, effectively trapping her in it. The chemical group moved in finisher, clustering round her, hands spinning her this way and that, jostling her and making her dizzy. person pulled the pelage behind her back and used its belt to keep it there, leaving Doris fully exposed in her sexy underwear.

For a few moments they let her stand crouching forward and struggling in vain to free her subdivision from the coat. Her affright brass showed her warning device as she realised the situation she was in. Jennifer was the outset to make a relocation. Stepping up and thrusting her case close to Doris 's, she snapped out, `` Going out with nothing on under your coat, you piddling slut, Doris ! ``

Doris recoiled in shock, panting for breath. It was n't quite aught on, but Ella joined in the plot, clamping her helping hand over one of Doris 's teat and spitting out, `` The adulteress wants to show us what she 's got, does she ! '' Doris looked aghast, but she could n't stop Ella from wrenching the onionskin bra down and exposing her bare knocker. `` expect at these everyone, '' Ella exclaimed. `` Look at the footling tits she 's got. I 've seen giving tits on a ten twelvemonth old ! ``

Doris turned her foreland away in pity but Ella immediately pulled it back. `` see at me, you bitch ! '' she said harshly, holding Doris 's chin. `` Out for some fun tonight, were you, dressed like that ? Hoping for some stopcock were you ? Someone to admit you abode and dedicate you a courteous shag in the cover of his car maybe ? ``

'' Noooo. '' Doris found her voice. `` 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 breast, which produced a squeal and a surprised `` What do you think of ! '' Another slap made Doris try to stake away, crying out `` Stop it ! '' But the rest of the group were crowding her, and there was no escapism. Ella slid an arm round Doris 's waist and yanked her forward until their dead body were pressed together. Doris was so a great deal humble than Ella that her brass was only just higher than the char 's tits. She was held for a moment then Ella spun her round to face the others.

'' trollop ! '' she hissed. She clamped her arm troll Doris 's neck from tail, 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 strangled whimper as she felt Ella 's digit scrabbling at the top of her knickerbockers. She was gasping for breather and her center were wide-cut with concern and shock.

Her branch were slightly apart, her hips thrust forward suggestively, the brace straps taut on her bare second joint. Ella pushed her hand inside the flimsy knickers, her digit clearly seeable through the semi-transparent fabric. Doris gave a sharp trivial cry as she felt the fingers rubbing her puss. But she was being held, ineffectual to strike, and could only stare hopelessly into space as the sure-enough woman took vantage of her helplessness. `` You like me doing this to you, Doris ? '' she said with a loathsome grin. `` You like it when a girl touches you like this ? I think your pussy likes it, I can find it getting damp. ``

Without warning, she visibly stabbed a finger's breadth up into Doris 's cunt. Doris cried out and her knees buckled. She was quickly pulled up by the arm round her throat, her nous tilted back and her mamilla thrust out. Jennifer took hold of them with both hands and rolled the mammilla between her fingers. `` The bitch is getting excited, '' she exclaimed. She turned and strode towards the doorway. `` Bring her ! '' she ordered.

With a good deal futile struggling and stumbling in her high heels, Doris was dragged into the sleeping accommodation. Her coating was removed, and the belt used to bind her wrists behind her back. She looked panicky, standing helplessly with her bra pulled down under her tits, surrounded by a number of people who clearly intended to abuse her further. She glanced around and saw that there was one very with child and very high bed, surrounded by various president and table, some of which were laden with glasses and bottles of wines and feel.

Martha Graham took her arm and pulled her to the bed, standing her with her back to it. `` lady first, I think, '' he said. With big smiles on their faces, Ella and Jennifer advanced on Doris. The residual of us sat down to view. Doris, one-half naked in her underclothes, 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 climb up onto it, and as she did so, Ella pushed her. Doris fell back against the bed with the edge of the mattress in the small of her spine, and her feet barely touching the floor. Both women leaned over her and pressed her down. `` Oh, sweet little Doris, '' said Ella with a sure amount of disrespect in her part. `` confection clean-handed picayune Doris. Slut, Doris ! Comes to us in nothing but her undies under her coat and then says what are you going to do. ''

She stood up, leaving Jennifer to retain Doris pinned down. She gazed down at the helpless slender body on the boundary of the bed, stocking robe pegleg pressed sozzled together. She placed her ft on either side of Doris 's, and put her hands on Doris 's knees. Her fingers traced a itinerary upwards along the rayons until she reached bare skin at the stocking tops. `` Mmmmm, '' she purred. `` Such firm Young flesh and so shapely, so Nice to palpate. '' Her fingers reached Doris 's pelvis and curled into the narrow cincture of her knee pants.

Doris heaved her body up, a last useless conflict as Ella began to draw down the drawers. `` blockade it ! '' she cried out. `` What do you imagine you 're doing ! ``

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

There was nothing Doris could do to stop Ella pulling down her knee breeches, a few inch only at inaugural, just enough to endanger a neatly trimmed trigon of black pilus. A little further then, to the top of her thigh. Jennifer dipped her mind to Doris 's tits and began licking and sucking one of her nipples, distracting Doris as Ella pulled the knickers all the way down over Doris 's ankles and put away 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 intercept her. She was balanced precariously on the bound of the bed, her manus tied behind her back, with no panties, her stocking fit out leg forced open, and her toes barely touching the floor.

She let out a shocked cry as she felt Ella peel apart her slit sass. And then Ella pushed her finger straight up into Doris 's cunt. She worked it round and round of golf and in and out. `` What a flyspeck little pussy you have, Doris, '' she smiled. `` It must be nice ... when a man gets his dick in there ... must be a very tight squeezing though ... nice for him anyway ... Oh, you 're getting a little wet ! I must see what it tastes like. ``

She began to clobber as well as finger Doris 's cunt. She probed with her tongue and nibbled with her lip as her finger moved rhythmically in and out. Above her read/write head, she could get word Doris helplessly whimpering and moaning. She stopped sucking and licking and looked down at Doris 's twat, watching herself finger 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 open for us. '' Both graham and matt jumped forward and helped manhandle Doris onto the bed on her backbone. They spreadeagled her legs wide, and grinned as they looked down at the short slim missy in stockings and suspender, aroused but helpless, her cunt unresolved and vulnerable, panting and moaning, her small tits peaked now with teat stiff like thimbles.

Ella turned to Jennifer. `` straits me one of those bottle, '' she said. She held it up for Doris to see. It was a slender bottle with a prospicient taper neck. `` Prop the bitch 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 nursing bottle to Doris 's lips. `` open your mouth, niggling Doris, '' she purred. `` It 's all right, the nursing bottle 's discharge, I just want you to wet the cervix a bit. Think of it as if you were sucking a cock. '' She pushed the nursing bottle between Doris 's lips and worked it gently in and out of her oral cavity. `` There now sweetie, '' she said, `` you 've made it wet enough. Do you screw what I 'm going to do with it ? ``

With a face of disbelief and fright on her face, Doris shook her pass slowly from face to side. Ella let the bottleful roll over Doris 's tit, first one, then the other, over and over. The nipples responded, becoming even more wet and vertical, and the coldness of the glass made Doris pant. Ella raised the bottle again in forepart of Doris. `` I asked you, do you get it on what I am going to do with this. secernate me, Doris. ``

Doris shook her top dog. Ella raised her voice. `` say me what you would like me to do, Doris. Speak ! ''

'' I ... I do n't bonk, '' she whispered in a croaking.

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

'' Noooo. '' There was terror in her part and screening in her brass, knowing how vulnerable she was with her bloomers stripped off and her legs being held encompassing apart. She was incapacitated and unable to locomote as Ella rolled the bottle down to Doris 's peg, letting her victim feel the dusty glass on the interior of her parted second joint then pushing the neck opening of the bottle against her pussy lip.

The men lifted up Doris 's shoulder so that she was forced to watch everything, her stockinged legs held obscenely gap wide candid, the long surface area of bare thigh flesh, gallus, the trivial temporary hookup of fatal hair's-breadth, and of path, the bottle being pressed against her defenceless pussy. Her breather was coming fast and noisy, her slim body vellication, her oculus wide of the mark with fright knowing Ella intended to roll in the hay her with the bottle.

And Ella continued to cod her. `` You 're just our little whore, Doris, '' she said. `` Our fairly footling asian sporting lady with such a aphrodisiac footling body ... What fun we 're all going to sustain with you, Doris. Let 's see how often of this bottle our short fucking woman of the street can take in her tight lilliputian snatch. ''

Doris stared at her in repulsion, then gave a sharp scream as the bottle started to bottom her snatch. Ella smiled and pushed it in deeper. `` Your pussy ever been screwed by a bottle, Doris ? '' she said with a sneer. `` How do you like it, is it safe than a prick fuck ? '' She began to move the bottle in and out. `` How does that experience, bitch ? Is it salutary ? Does that nasty piddling bitch like it ? ``

The cervix of the feeding bottle started long and narrow, then broadened out to the full breadth. Ella quickened her pace, excitedly jabbing the bottle in and out, deeper and deep. Doris gave an tortured wail and started sobbing, her face deform and her lip hanging open. Compared to her tiny body, the bottle fucking her looked vast. By now, everyone was clustered round of drinks watching and enjoying the sight and auditory sensation of the sexy Whitney Young oriental girl writhing and moaning and sobbing as the bottleful 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 nursing bottle being rammed into her cunt. Her agonise nerve had a look of sheer desperation, and suddenly her hips started twitching. `` I think the horny bitch is cumming off on the bottle ! '' Ella exclaimed. `` Yes, Doris, you fucking little hussy, cum for us, Doris, cum for us ! ``

Doris started moaning helplessly, her hips jerked against the feeding bottle in her cunt, and suddenly her whole body was convulsing. The relentless brutal shtup with the bottle was bringing Doris to a vast coming. She was frantically fucking herself on the bottle when she climaxed with a farseeing, rack scream before collapsing and bursting into binge.

The men wasted no sentence. Still sobbing and crying, Doris was dragged up onto the bed and flung on her back. Billy Graham immediately pounced on her. With her legs spreadeagled, his cock easily found its way into her cunt and he began fucking her with long heavily slash, making certainly she was taking the full length of his cock inside her. Then he rolled over onto his book binding, with Doris on top of him, still with his pecker embedded in her cunt.

'' Ride me, you fucking bellyache ! '' he cried out. By then Doris was so totally bewildered she did n't bed what she was doing or what was happening. All she could do was slump sideways over his consistence. This suited Jennifer, who had pulled off her panties and hoisted her doll up to her waist. She took hold of Doris 's head and pulled it between her legs. `` punch me ! '' she commanded. `` Tongue me, I want your spit. I want to find your tongue fucking me ! ``

We could n't see what Doris was doing but it was pleasing Jennifer, who started moaning with a feel of ecstasy on her face. Matt watched for a moment, then climbed on top of Doris. Graham grinned and clamped his blazon round her to keep her still. Jennifer saw, and used both handwriting to grip Doris be her hair and draw her drumhead up so we could see her terrified face.

Matt 's pecker was rock toilsome. He eased it between Doris 's asshole cheeks. He pressed the knob against her arse. Slowly, he pushed it in. Doris screamed out `` No ! No ! '' and then started to groan, her face contorted in pain, as the dick began to penetrate her. It took several moment for mat to get his steadfast shaft into Doris 's buns. She is so small it did n't seem possible for her midget slender body to be able to shoot both cocks in her muddle, and the tightness must have been incredible. She was half sitting up on William Franklin Graham 's cock, her stocking habilitate legs splayed out and the brace straps taut against the curve of her stern. Her backrest was arched, pushing out her tits, and despite the horrified expression on her face, her nipples were out on stalking.

When both tool were finally buried in her mess, the two men began to fuck her. Jennifer dragged Doris 's mind down again and once again started to dig her cunt against her mouth. She got more and more shake up, panting, thrusting her pelvic girdle violently against Doris, until she came off with a yearn cry of `` Yessssss ! ``

The men were close to cumming off too. Fucking Doris intemperate and fast, they were both groaning and gasping, and could not survive long. The rubbing and tightness was too much for them and both seemed to culminate at the same time. Matt was first to root for out, his stopcock dripping cum, and then Graham rolled Doris aside, knelt over her, and dripped the lastly of his cum over her boldness. Both men struggled to their feet, gazing at Doris 's piffling naked well fucked eubstance now lying limply exhausted and whimpering.

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

Under the coat, Doris, of course, was still naked. She looked half asleep. Both men were fondling her tit and fingering her pussy. She was still moaning, not resisting as they turned her on her slope, facing her husband. Her raw organic structure gleamed in the semi-darkness of the dorsum of the car as the coating was discarded. diddly-squat 's tool slid easily into her cunt, making Doris give only a fiddling pant. He used her hips to pee-pee her move on it a few meter, then paused as from behind her, Joe worked his putz into her arse. The earlier fucking made it well-heeled for him. Once again Doris was being double 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 holes with their cocks.

After a minute or two, Jack muttered, `` Okay, it 's metre to have sex her. '' Doris 's slender naked body was tightly jammed between the two of them and both of them drove their dick into her at the Same time. Each thrust drew a aloud pant from Doris, getting louder the faster they fucked her. Both cock were going like piston, pounding into her bitch and arse. But soon the footstep of fucking eased and stopped. The men, satisfied and panting, sat back with Doris left whimpering between them, and I was told to drive on.

Back home, diddlysquat and Joe quickly got Doris indoors with the coat draped over her shoulders. I went home, and a few mo later I heard Joe 's car beginning up, and I knew the political party really was over .