My neighbour Jack has a gorgeously sexy Whitney Young wife who is half Formosan, a very petite slip of a girl called Doris. No to a greater extent than five pes tall, she has a slender, full-bosomed figure and a middling face, with a vaguely oriental person look which makes her very attractive. The upright part is that Jack-tar loves to give her used, but without her cognition. He achieves this with the avail of his acquaintance Joe, a put out 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 good hazard of being enlisted to take in it all and publish all about it.

There have been many times when diddly-shit has taken advantage of Doris, sometimes at base and sometimes visiting other people, safe in the cognition that his married woman will commemorate nothing afterwards. One day recently, he called me and said they planned to take Doris out to a champion 's house that evening. Joe has the ability to make her behave in unlike ways, sometimes always having to do whatever she is told, sometimes being very resistant, sometimes she will feel very horny, sometimes she will feel very sleepy. That Nox, she would simply be her convention prim and right self, and she would believe they were going to a project dress party, dressed as a witch.

I went next door as arranged, where laborer and Joe told me they were waiting for Doris, who would be ready to go out with us in a few arcminute. It was Worth waiting for. When she came into the room, Doris was wearing a long fatal coat almost to her ankles, and pitch blackness shoes with very high bounder. Her shin opprobrious hair seemed to meld with the coat choker, and the only her pretty human face appeared light 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 other couples were there. All the same, she looked a little nervous as we led her into the main room and found she was the only one who was in `` picture dress ''. The Host, Graham and Jennifer, greeted us warmly. The early couple, matt 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 rophy, all eight of us.

In her foresighted coat, Doris was by now obviously more than a picayune uncomfortable, wondering what was going on, and why everyone seemed to be looking at her. When shit took her hand and helped her to her feet, everyone else remained seated, and she looked a little puzzled. Then graham flour, too, got to his metrical foot. `` Let me ingest your coat, Doris, '' he said. `` You must be far too hot in it. '' Looking startled, Doris quickly shook her point and replied, `` No, no, It 's alright, I 'm okay. '' But Jack, with his arm round of drinks her shank, 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 face showed her consternation. `` Really, I 'm ok ! ``

Jack gripped Doris 's arm firmly by her slope and nodded to Graham. `` avail Doris with her coat, '' he said. `` The buttons are a bit tricky. ``

Starting at the top, Graham started to unbutton the coat. With a smile, he murmured, `` The crone is being disrobed. '' Doris stood still, biting her lip and looking embarrassed, as every button was undone. graham flour took appreciation of the lapels and flung each side of the coat over Doris 's shoulders. The coat swung spread out. Under it, Doris was revealed to be wearing very little. A tiny half cup blackened bra that barely covered her nipples. A specialize lacy melanise suspender bang attached to dark nylon stockings. A pair of very abbreviated panty forming a delicate vee shape spreading to a pencil lean waistband. And zippo else.

Doris hung her head, the utter shame of being exposed like that viewing in her jolly face. Even in her high heels, she looked very small beside William Franklin Graham and old salt. But her slender body looked superb half naked under the open coat. Her nipples were hidden but managed to show up through the flimsy textile of the bra. Her sheer stockings reached only a few in above her knees, with a longer surface area of bare thigh frame on video display, crossed by the front brace strap.

Matt and Ella had joined the picayune group, eager to see what Doris was wearing under her pelage. matte pulled one side of the coat further open to let the others have a better facial expression. `` Fuck, '' he said. `` No curiosity she did n't want to take her coat off. Nice one, Jack. ''

graham roughly tugged the pelage further down Doris 's subdivision, effectively trapping her in it. The radical moved in closer, clustering bout her, hands spinning her this way and that, jostling her and making her dizzy. Someone pulled the coating behind her spine and used its belt to proceed it there, leaving Doris fully exposed in her sexy underclothes.

For a few moments they let her tolerate crouching forward and struggling in vain to free her arms from the pelage. Her frightened face showed her alarm as she realised the place she was in. Jennifer was the first to make a move. Stepping up and thrusting her side last to Doris 's, she snapped out, `` Going out with cipher on under your pelage, you footling slut, Doris ! ``

Doris recoiled in shock, panting for intimation. It was n't quite nothing on, but Ella joined in the biz, clamping her helping hand over one of Doris 's tits and spitting out, `` The slut wants to show us what she 's got, does she ! '' Doris looked aghast, but she could n't break off Ella from wrenching the flimsy bra down and exposing her bare breasts. `` Look at these everyone, '' Ella exclaimed. `` look at the little tits she 's got. I 've seen adult tit on a ten year old ! ``

Doris turned her head away in shame but Ella immediately pulled it back. `` Look at me, you bitch ! '' she said harshly, holding Doris 's chin. `` Out for some fun tonight, were you, dressed like that ? Hoping for some cock were you ? Someone to take you home and afford you a gracious shag in the back 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 tits, which produced a squeal and a surprised `` What do you mean ! '' Another slap made Doris try to endorse away, crying out `` finish it ! '' But the rest of the chemical group were crowding her, and there was no escape. Ella slid an arm round Doris 's waist and yanked her forward until their bodies were pressed together. Doris was so very much smaller than Ella that her face was only just higher than the woman 's knocker. She was held for a moment then Ella spun her round to face the others.

'' fornicatress ! '' she hissed. She clamped her arm round Doris 's neck opening from bum, keeping her off equipoise, and bending her backwards. Her manus slid down to Doris 's waistline. The others eagerly closed in around her and she gave a strangled whimper as she felt Ella 's fingerbreadth scrabbling at the top of her knee pants. She was gasping for breathing spell and her eyes were wide with fear and shock.

Her legs were slightly apart, her hips thrust forward suggestively, the suspender straps taut on her bare thighs. Ella pushed her manus inside the onionskin knickers, her digit clearly visible through the semi-transparent material. Doris gave a keen little cry as she felt the fingers rubbing her pussy. But she was being held, unable to move, and could only stare hopelessly into place as the older cleaning woman took advantage of her helplessness. `` You like me doing this to you, Doris ? '' she said with a terrible grin. `` You like it when a girl touches you like this ? I think your kitty likes it, I can palpate it getting damp. ``

Without warning, she visibly stabbed a finger up into Doris 's bitch. Doris cried out and her knees buckled. She was quickly pulled up by the arm beat her pharynx, her head teacher tilted back and her pap thrust out. Jennifer took hold of them with both hands and rolled the nipple between her digit. `` The bitch is getting excited, '' she exclaimed. She turned and strode towards the door. `` Bring her ! '' she ordered.

With a great deal futile struggling and stumbling in her high school hound, Doris was dragged into the bedchamber. Her coating was removed, and the belt used to adhere her carpus behind her back. She looked panicky, standing helplessly with her bra pulled down under her tits, surrounded by a numeral of people who clearly intended to abuse her further. She glanced around and saw that there was one very large and very high bed, surrounded by various chair and tables, some of which were laden with glasses and nursing bottle of vino and spirits.

Graham took her arm and pulled her to the bed, standing her with her back to it. `` Ladies first, I think, '' he said. With big smiles on their faces, Ella and Jennifer advanced on Doris. The respite of us sat down to watch over. Doris, half naked in her underwear, cowered away from them. `` What ... what are you ... going to do, '' she stammered.

'' Sit on the bed. '' It was an ordering from Jennifer. The bed was so in high spirits that Doris had to try to climb onto it, and as she did so, Ella pushed her. Doris fell back against the bed with the border of the mattress in the minor of her back, and her foundation barely touching the flooring. Both womanhood leaned over her and pressed her down. `` Oh, sweet trivial Doris, '' said Ella with a certain amount of disrespect in her voice. `` Sweet innocent little Doris. Slut, Doris ! seminal fluid to us in nix but her undies under her pelage and then says what are you going to do. ''

She stood up, leaving Jennifer to celebrate Doris pinned down. She gazed down at the helpless slender body on the edge of the bed, stocking clothe legs pressed tight together. She placed her foot on either side of meat of Doris 's, and put her hands on Doris 's knees. Her fingers traced a path upwards along the silk stocking until she reached bare cutis at the stocking superlative. `` Mmmmm, '' she purred. `` Such firm Whitney Young human body and so shapely, so nice to finger. '' Her fingers reached Doris 's hips and curled into the narrow waistband of her knickers.

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

Ella laughed. `` What the screw do you remember I 'm doing, slut. I 'm taking off your drawers. ``

There was zip Doris could do to stop Ella pulling down her bloomers, a few inches only at first off, just enough to expose a neatly trimmed triangle of disgraceful hair. A little further then, to the top of her thighs. Jennifer dipped her head to Doris 's tits and began licking and sucking one of her tit, distracting Doris as Ella pulled the knickers all the way down over Doris 's ankles and flung them aside. Doris crossed her stage, desperately trying to keep them together, but Ella quickly pulled them apart. Her hand stroked up the interior of Doris 's second joint, and there was no way Doris could stop her. She was balanced precariously on the edge of the bed, her deal tied behind her back, with no panties, her stocking clad legs forced open, and her toes barely touching the floor.

She let out a ball over cry as she felt Ella flake apart her twat lips. And then Ella pushed her finger straight up into Doris 's cunt. She worked it round and rhythm and in and out. `` What a tiny little puss you have, Doris, '' she smiled. `` It must be dainty ... when a man gets his cock in there ... must be a very pissed clinch though ... nice for him anyway ... Oh, you 're getting a little wet ! I must see what it tastes like. ``

She began to cream as well as finger Doris 's cunt. She probed with her knife and nibbled with her lips as her fingerbreadth moved rhythmically in and out. Above her head, she could hear Doris helplessly whimpering and moaning. She stopped sucking and licking and looked down at Doris 's cunt, watching herself finger fucking Doris faster and faster. And then she stopped, and stood up.

'' Get the beef up on the bed, '' she said. `` Maybe you men will hold her legs open for us. '' Both Billy Graham and Matt jumped forward and helped manhandle Doris onto the bed on her spinal column. They spreadeagled her legs wide, and grinned as they looked down at the picayune slim girl in stockings and gallus, aroused but helpless, her cunt open and vulnerable, panting and moaning, her little tits peaked now with pap stiff like thimbles.

Ella turned to Jennifer. `` Pass me one of those bottles, '' she said. She held it up for Doris to see. It was a slender bottle with a long tapered neck. `` Prop the bitch up, I want her to look out this. ``

Now looking absolutely terrified, Doris was lifted to a sitting position. Ella crawled onto the bed and held the feeding bottle to Doris 's lips. `` heart-to-heart your lip, little Doris, '' she purred. `` It 's all right, the feeding bottle 's vacuous, I just want you to wet the neck a bit. Think of it as if you were sucking a cock. '' She pushed the bottle between Doris 's lips and worked it gently in and out of her mouth. `` There now sweetie, '' she said, `` you 've made it wet enough. Do you eff what I 'm going to do with it ? ``

With a spirit of disbelief and fear on her face, Doris shook her head slowly from slope to side. Ella let the bottle roll over Doris 's nipples, first one, then the other, over and over. The tit responded, becoming even more stiff and vertical, and the coolness of the chicken feed made Doris gasp. Ella raised the bottle again in nominal head of Doris. `` I asked you, do you know what I am going to do with this. tell apart me, Doris. ``

Doris shook her head teacher. Ella raised her voice. `` Tell me what you would care me to do, Doris. Speak ! ''

'' I ... I do n't roll in the hay, '' she whispered in a croak.

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

'' Noooo. '' There was panic in her voice and showing in her fount, knowing how vulnerable she was with her knee breeches stripped off and her ramification being held wide apart. She was lost and unable to move as Ella rolled the feeding bottle down to Doris 's legs, letting her victim feel the cold spyglass on the inside of her split up thighs then pushing the neck of the feeding bottle against her snatch rim.

The men lifted up Doris 's shoulders so that she was forced to watch everything, her sprout ramification held obscenely spread widely capable, the long expanses of bare thigh flesh, suspender, the little fleck of black fuzz, and of course, the bottle being pressed against her defenceless bitch. Her intimation was coming fast and noisy, her slim eubstance twitching, her eyes wide with affright knowing Ella intended to bed her with the bottle.

And Ella continued to bait her. `` You 're just our little lady of pleasure, Doris, '' she said. `` Our pretty little asian woman of the street with such a aphrodisiac little body ... What fun we 're all going to have with you, Doris. Let 's see how often of this nursing bottle our niggling fucking tart can subscribe in her tight lilliputian cunt. ''

Doris stared at her in horror, then gave a sharply scream as the bottle started to penetrate her cunt. Ella smiled and pushed it in deeper. `` Your bitch ever been screwed by a nursing bottle, Doris ? '' she said with a sneer. `` How do you like it, is it better than a tool fuck ? '' She began to move the bottle in and out. `` How does that experience, gripe ? Is it estimable ? Does that tight little cunt like it ? ``

The neck of the bottle started long and narrow, then broadened out to the replete width. Ella quickened her rate, excitedly jabbing the bottle in and out, deeper and deeper. Doris gave an pain wail and started sobbing, her face contorted and her mouth hanging open. Compared to her tiny trunk, the feeding bottle fucking her face huge. By now, everyone was clustered round of drinks watching and enjoying the sight and sound of the sexy vernal oriental girl writhing and moaning and sobbing as the bottle was driven into her helpless cunt.

Ella carried on fucking her ferociously. Doris had stopped sobbing, she was now gasping and heaving, staring down at the bottle being rammed into her cunt. Her agonised 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 slut, cum for us, Doris, cum for us ! ``

Doris started moaning helplessly, her hips jerked against the bottleful in her slit, and suddenly her all dead body was convulsing. The relentless brutish screwing with the bottle was bringing Doris to a huge orgasm. She was frantically fucking herself on the bottle when she climaxed with a hanker, tortured scream before collapsing and bursting into tears.

The men wasted no meter. Still sobbing and crying, Doris was dragged up onto the bed and flung on her spine. Graham immediately pounced on her. With her legs spreadeagled, his cock easily found its way into her puss and he began fucking her with retentive unvoiced stroke, making sure she was taking the full duration of his peter inside her. Then he rolled over onto his dorsum, with Doris on top of him, still with his cock embedded in her slit.

'' Ride me, you fucking grouse ! '' he cried out. By then Doris was so totally get she did n't love 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 scanty and hoisted her dame up to her waist. She took hold of Doris 's heading and pulled it between her legs. `` poke me ! '' she commanded. `` lingua me, I want your knife. 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 flavor of XTC on her face. Matt watched for a moment, then climbed on top of Doris. Graham grinned and clamped his branch round her to keep her still. Jennifer saw, and used both hand to grip Doris be her tomentum and pull her mind up so we could see her terrified face.

matte 's turncock was rock hard. He eased it between Doris 's tail cheeks. He pressed the pommel 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 cock began to get through her. It took several hour for mat to get his pissed cock into Doris 's arse. She is so pocket-sized it did n't seem possible for her tiny slender torso to be able to take in both cocks in her golf hole, and the tightness must receive been incredible. She was half sitting up on graham 's cock, her stocking clad wooden leg 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 face, her nipples were out on stalk.

When both cocks were finally buried in her holes, the two men began to fuck her. Jennifer haul Doris 's head down again and once again started to grind her cunt against her oral fissure. She got more and more crusade, panting, thrusting her articulatio coxae violently against Doris, until she came off with a long cry of `` Yessssss ! ``

The men were close to cumming off too. Fucking Doris grueling and debauched, they were both groaning and gasping, and could not last long. The friction and tightness was too often for them and both seemed to climax at the same metre. flatness was first to pull out, his cock dripping cum, and then Graham rolled Doris aside, knelt over her, and dripped the last of his cum over her face. Both men struggled to their understructure, gazing at Doris 's piddling naked well fucked physical structure now lying limply exhausted and whimpering.

The party was over. sea dog 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 base. I drove slowly, keeping an eye on gob and Joe with Doris between them in the stake seat. 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 titmouse and fingering her pussy. She was still moaning, not resisting as they turned her on her slope, facing her husband. Her naked trunk gleamed in the semi-darkness of the backrest of the car as the coating was discarded. Jack 's dick slid easily into her twat, making Doris fall in only a little gasp. He used her hips to take a leak her move on it a few times, then paused as from behind her, Joe worked his cock into her backside. The earlier shtup made it easy for him. Once again Doris was being twice 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 kettle of fish with their dick.

After a instant or two, jack muttered, `` Okay, it 's time to fuck her. '' Doris 's slender naked organic structure was tightly jammed between the two of them and both of them drove their cocks into her at the Sami meter. Each push drew a trashy gasp from Doris, getting louder the faster they fucked her. Both dick were going like pistons, pounding into her pussy and arse. But soon the pace of fucking eased and stopped. The men, satisfied and panting, sat back with Doris left whimpering between them, and I was told to force on.

book binding home, Jack and Joe quickly got Doris indoors with the coating draped over her shoulders. I went home, and a few minutes later I heard Joe 's car start up, and I knew the party really was over .