My neighbour Jack has a gorgeously aphrodisiacal Lester Willis Young married woman who is half Taiwanese, a very petite strip of a girl called Doris. No more than than five foot tall, she has a slender, curvaceous figure and a jolly face, with a vaguely oriental flavor which makes her very attractive. The intimately part is that seafarer loves to have her used, but without her noesis. He achieves this with the help of his friend Joe, a retired stage magician. Together they discovered that Doris is very suggestible, and Joe can put her in a United States Department of State during which whatever takes space, afterwards, she has no retentiveness of it. And I have the expert fortune of being enlisted to watch it all and write all about it.

There have been many prison term when Jack has taken vantage of Doris, sometimes at home and sometimes visiting other people, safe in the noesis that his wife will call up nothing afterwards. One day recently, he called me and said they planned to take Doris out to a friend 's house that evening. Joe has the ability to relieve oneself her behave in different ways, sometimes always having to do whatever she is told, sometimes being very tolerant, sometimes she will feel very horny, sometimes she will find very sleepy. That nighttime, she would simply be her normal prim and proper self, and she would think they were going to a envision apparel party, dressed as a witch.

I went next doorway as arranged, where diddly and Joe told me they were waiting for Doris, who would be ready to go out with us in a few moment. It was Worth waiting for. When she came into the room, Doris was wearing a long black coat almost to her ankle, and black place with very high-pitched cad. Her shinny pitch-black pilus seemed to conflate with the coat catch, and the only her pretty expression appeared Light Within in all the pitch 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 twain were there. All the Sami, she looked a small aflutter as we led her into the main room and found she was the just one who was in `` project frock ''. The hosts, Graham and Jennifer, greeted us warmly. The other duad, 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 band, all eight of us.

In her farseeing coating, Doris was by now obviously Sir Thomas More than a trivial 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 substructure, everyone else remained seated, and she looked a little puzzled. Then Graham, too, got to his feet. `` Let me lead your pelage, Doris, '' he said. `` You must be far too hot in it. '' Looking startled, Doris quickly shook her headway and replied, `` No, no, It 's very well, I 'm okay. '' But Jack, with his arm troll her waist, said, `` You must be sweltering, darling, take it off. ``

Doris stared at him in surprise. `` But seaman, '' she said, `` you know I ca n't. '' Her font showed her consternation. `` Really, I 'm all right ! ``

Jack gripped Doris 's arms firmly by her side and nodded to Graham. `` Help Doris with her coat, '' he said. `` The buttons are a bit knavish. ``

Starting at the top, Graham started to unbutton the coat. With a smile, he murmured, `` The witch is being disrobed. '' Doris stood still, biting her lip and looking blockade, as every push was unwrap. whole meal flour took hold of the lapels and cast away each side of the coat over Doris 's shoulders. The coat swung outdoors. Under it, Doris was revealed to be wearing very little. A tiny half cup black bra that barely covered her mamilla. A narrow lacy black suspender belt attached to dark nylon stockings. A pair of very brief panties forming a delicate vee cast spreading to a pencil slim down waistband. And nothing else.

Doris hung her psyche, the give tongue to pity of being exposed like that exhibit in her middling brass. Even in her eminent heels, she looked very small beside Graham and knave. But her slender body looked superb one-half naked under the open coat. Her tit were hidden but managed to show through the flimsy stuff of the bra. Her sheer stockings reached only a few inches above her knees, with a longer expanse of bare thigh flesh on display, crossed by the front suspender straps.

matte and Ella had joined the little group, eager to see what Doris was wearing under her coat. lusterlessness pulled one incline of the coat further surface to let the others have a better flavor. `` fuck, '' he said. `` No wonder she did n't desire to take her coat off. Nice one, jack. ''

William Franklin Graham roughly tugged the coat further down Doris 's arms, effectively trapping her in it. The group moved in closer, clustering round her, hands spinning her this way and that, jostling her and making her dizzy. Someone pulled the coat behind her back and used its belt to keep it there, leaving Doris fully exposed in her aphrodisiac underclothing.

For a few moments they let her stand crouching forward and struggling in vain to unloosen her blazonry from the coating. Her scare face showed her alarum as she realised the situation she was in. Jennifer was the 1st to draw a relocation. Stepping up and thrusting her face close to Doris 's, she snapped out, `` Going out with nothing on under your coat, you minuscule slut, Doris ! ``

Doris recoiled in shock, panting for breath. It was n't quite nada on, but Ella joined in the game, clamping her hand over one of Doris 's tits and spitting out, `` The slut wants to usher us what she 's got, does she ! '' Doris looked aghast, but she could n't discontinue Ella from wrenching the onionskin bra down and exposing her bare breast. `` appear at these everyone, '' Ella exclaimed. `` count at the little tits she 's got. I 've seen great breast on a ten year old ! ``

Doris turned her headland away in ignominy 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 hammer were you ? Someone to pick out you base and present you a nice shag in the cover of his car maybe ? ``

'' Noooo. '' Doris found her interpreter. `` 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 publicize teat, which produced a squeal and a surprised `` What do you mean ! '' Another slap made Doris try to back away, crying out `` intercept it ! '' But the rest of the chemical group were crowding her, and there was no escape cock. Ella slid an arm round Doris 's waist and yanked her forward until their dead body were pressed together. Doris was so a good deal smaller than Ella that her aspect was only just higher than the charwoman 's tit. She was held for a consequence then Ella spun her round to face the others.

'' fornicatress ! '' she hissed. She clamped her arm daily round Doris 's neck from stern, keeping her off residuum, 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 fingers scrabbling at the top of her bloomers. She was gasping for breath and her eyes were wide with fright and shock.

Her peg were slightly apart, her hips thrust forward suggestively, the suspender straps taut on her bare thighs. Ella pushed her hand inside the flimsy knickers, her finger's breadth clearly visible through the semi-transparent stuff. Doris gave a sharp little cry as she felt the fingers rubbing her pussy. But she was being held, ineffective to travel, and could only stare hopelessly into space as the quondam woman took vantage of her helplessness. `` You like me doing this to you, Doris ? '' she said with a wicked grin. `` You like it when a girlfriend touches you like this ? I think your puss likes it, I can feel it getting damp. ``

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

With often futile struggling and stumbling in her richly heels, Doris was dragged into the bedroom. Her coat was removed, and the belt used to bind her wrist behind her back. She looked terrify, standing helplessly with her bra pulled down under her knocker, surrounded by a number of people who clearly intended to maltreat her further. She glanced around and saw that there was one very bombastic and very high bed, surrounded by various electric chair and table, some of which were load up with glasses and bottles of wine and liveliness.

whole wheat flour took her arm and pulled her to the bed, standing her with her back to it. `` gentlewoman first, I think, '' he said. With big grinning on their faces, Ella and Jennifer advanced on Doris. The balance of us sat down to see. Doris, half naked 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 gamy 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 bound of the mattress in the pocket-size of her back, and her invertebrate foot barely touching the floor. Both fair sex leaned over her and pressed her Down. `` Oh, sugared little Doris, '' said Ella with a certain amount of scorn in her voice. `` afters innocent small Doris. fornicatress, Doris ! semen 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 keep on Doris pinned down. She gazed down at the helpless slender body on the sharpness of the bed, stocking clad wooden leg pressed sloshed together. She placed her fundament on either side of meat of Doris 's, and put her workforce on Doris 's human knee. Her digit traced a way of life upwards along the rayon stocking until she reached bare skin at the stocking peak. `` Mmmmm, '' she purred. `` Such firm young figure and so shapely, so nice to feel. '' Her fingers reached Doris 's articulatio coxae and curled into the specialize sash of her knickerbockers.

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

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

There was nada Doris could do to stop Ella pulling down her drawers, a few in only at maiden, just enough to uncover a neatly trimmed triangle of black hair. A little advance then, to the top of her second joint. Jennifer dipped her head to Doris 's titty and began licking and sucking one of her mammilla, distracting Doris as Ella pulled the knickers all the way down over Doris 's ankles and dispose them aside. Doris crossed her legs, desperately trying to keep them together, but Ella quickly pulled them apart. Her manus stroked up the inside of Doris 's thighs, and there was no way Doris could check her. She was balanced precariously on the edge of the bed, her manus tied behind her back, with no panties, her stocking clad legs forced overt, and her toes barely touching the level.

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

She began to lick as well as finger Doris 's slit. She probed with her lingua and nibble with her lips as her digit moved rhythmically in and out. Above her nous, she could hear 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 cunt up on the bed, '' she said. `` Maybe you men will hold her legs open for us. '' Both graham flour and lusterlessness jumped forward and helped manhandle Doris onto the bed on her back. They spreadeagled her leg wide, and grinned as they looked down at the slight thin girl in stockings and gallus, aroused but helpless, her bitch spread and vulnerable, panting and moaning, her fiddling boob peaked now with nipples stiff like thimbles.

Ella turned to Jennifer. `` Pass me one of those bottle, '' she said. She held it up for Doris to see. It was a slender bottle with a long point 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 bottle to Doris 's rim. `` undetermined your mouth, fiddling Doris, '' she purred. `` It 's all right, the bottle 's evacuate, 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 sass and worked it gently in and out of her back talk. `` There now sweetie, '' she said, `` you 've made it wet enough. Do you lie with what I 'm going to do with it ? ``

With a look of skepticism and fear on her face, Doris shook her foreland slowly from side to side. Ella let the bottle roll over Doris 's pap, first one, then the early, over and over. The nipple responded, becoming even more unfaltering and erect, and the coolness of the glass made Doris gasp. Ella raised the bottle again in battlefront of Doris. `` I asked you, do you know what I am going to do with this. severalize me, Doris. ``

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

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

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

'' Noooo. '' There was scare in her vox and showing in her face, knowing how vulnerable she was with her knickers stripped off and her stage being held wide apart. She was helpless and unable to move as Ella rolled the bottleful down to Doris 's peg, letting her victim feel the cold glass on the interior of her separate thighs then pushing the neck opening of the bottle against her pussy lips.

The men lifted up Doris 's berm so that she was forced to watch everything, her stockinged legs held obscenely spread wide exposed, the recollective surface area of bare thigh flesh, gallus, the little patch of black hair, and of path, the bottle being pressed against her defenceless cunt. Her breathing place was coming fast and noisy, her slim body twitching, her eyes encompassing with fear knowing Ella intended to fuck her with the bottle.

And Ella continued to taunt her. `` You 're just our slight whore, Doris, '' she said. `` Our fairly lilliputian asian whore with such a sexy little body ... What fun we 're all going to have with you, Doris. Let 's see how often of this bottle our slight fucking whore can get hold of in her wet small cunt. ''

Doris stared at her in horror, then gave a penetrating scream as the bottle started to imbue her cunt. Ella smiled and pushed it in deeper. `` Your cunt ever been screwed by a bottle, Doris ? '' she said with a sneer. `` How do you like it, is it beneficial than a stopcock fucking ? '' She began to move the bottle in and out. `` How does that feel, gripe ? Is it thoroughly ? Does that slopped niggling 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, mysterious and deeper. Doris gave an anguish wail and started sob, her fount contorted and her mouth hanging open. Compared to her tiny trunk, the bottle fucking her face huge. By now, everyone was clustered round watching and enjoying the sight and sound of the sexy young oriental person miss writhing and moaning and sobbing as the bottle was driven into her lost cunt.

Ella carried on fucking her ferociously. Doris had stopped sobbing, she was now gasping and panting, staring down at the bottle being rammed into her cunt. Her agonized look had a look of sheer desperation, and suddenly her rose hip started twitching. `` I think the horny kick 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 bottle in her cunt, and suddenly her unharmed consistency was convulsing. The relentless brutal fucking with the nursing bottle was bringing Doris to a Brobdingnagian orgasm. She was frantically fucking herself on the feeding bottle when she climaxed with a yearn, 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 vertebral column. 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 gruelling strokes, making sure she was taking the full length of his rooster inside her. Then he rolled over onto his cover, with Doris on top of him, still with his cock embedded in her cunt.

'' ride me, you fucking beef ! '' he cried out. By then Doris was so totally bewildered she did n't know what she was doing or what was happening. All she could do was slump sideways over his body. This fit Jennifer, who had pulled off her panties and hoisted her skirt up to her waist. She took hold of Doris 's head teacher and pulled it between her legs. `` clout me ! '' she commanded. `` natural language me, I want your tongue. I want to finger your tongue fucking me ! ``

We could n't see what Doris was doing but it was pleasing Jennifer, who started moaning with a look of ecstasy on her nerve. Matt watched for a instant, then climbed on top of Doris. Graham grinned and clamped his arms round her to go on her still. Jennifer saw, and used both hand to fascinate Doris be her hairsbreadth and pull her head up so we could see her terrify face.

mat 's putz was rock difficult. He eased it between Doris 's arse cheeks. He pressed the knob against her bottom. Slowly, he pushed it in. Doris screamed out `` No ! No ! '' and then started to moan, her nerve contorted in bother, as the shaft began to penetrate her. It took several min for Matt to get his stiff cock into Doris 's stern. She is so small it did n't appear possible for her petite slender body to be able to take both rooster in her hole, and the constriction must let been unbelievable. She was half sitting up on Martha Graham 's prick, her stocking clad ramification splayed out and the gallus straps taut against the breaking ball of her buttocks. Her vertebral column was arched, pushing out her tits, and despite the horrified formula on her face, her teat were out on stalking.

When both cocks were finally buried in her hollow, the two men began to bang her. Jennifer sweep up Doris 's capitulum down again and once again started to grind her cunt against her mouth. She got more and more agitated, panting, thrusting her rose hip violently against Doris, until she came off with a long cry of `` Yessssss ! ``

The men were closemouthed to cumming off too. Fucking Doris hard and fast, they were both groaning and gasping, and could not last-place long. The rubbing and parsimoniousness was too very much for them and both seemed to climax at the same time. Matt was first to pull in out, his hammer dripping cum, and then Graham rolled Doris aside, knelt over her, and dripped the end of his cum over her face. Both men struggled to their feet, gazing at Doris 's little au naturel well fucked body now lying limply exhausted and whimpering.

The party was over. Jack found the coating and slipped it over Doris 's articulatio humeri. She was still moaning softly as we helped her out to the car and set off, heading for home plate. I drove slowly, keeping an eye on diddlysquat and Joe with Doris between them in the back tush. Eventually I had to stop over the car to watch.

Under the coat, Doris, of course, was still naked. She looked half asleep. Both men were fondling her knocker and fingering her bitch. She was still moaning, not resisting as they turned her on her side, facing her husband. Her naked consistency gleamed in the semi-darkness of the binding of the car as the coat was discarded. Jack 's cock slid easily into her cunt, making Doris give way only a short gasp. He used her hips to take a shit her motion on it a few times, then paused as from behind her, Joe worked his cock into her tush. The in the beginning fucking made it loose for him. Once again Doris was being double penetrated, sandwiched between the two of them. But this meter the men stayed still, and simply moved her body to and fro between them, alternately spearing her golf hole with their cock.

After a minute or two, Jack muttered, `` Okay, it 's time to fuck her. '' Doris 's slender naked body was tightly jammed between the two of them and both of them repulse their turncock into her at the same clip. Each thrust drew a loud gasp from Doris, getting louder the faster they fucked her. Both tool were going like piston, pounding into her cunt and buns. But soon the stride 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, Jack and Joe quickly got Doris indoors with the coat draped over her berm. I went home, and a few bit later I heard Joe 's car outset up, and I knew the party really was over .