Doris The Fancy Garb Crone


Asian, Wife
My neighbour Jack has a gorgeously sexy Thomas Young wife who is half Formosan, a very petite shimmy of a young lady called Doris. No more than five foot tall, she has a slender, buxom figure and a jolly face, with a vaguely oriental person looking at which makes her very attractive. The in effect share is that Jack loves to have her used, but without her knowledge. 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 state during which whatever takes post, afterwards, she has no store of it. And I have the expert chance of being enlisted to take in it all and write all about it.

There have been many metre when Jack has taken advantage of Doris, sometimes at dwelling and sometimes visiting other multitude, safe in the knowledge that his wife will commend nothing afterwards. One day recently, he called me and said they planned to take away Doris out to a protagonist 's business firm that evening. Joe has the ability to cook her behave in different ways, sometimes always having to do whatever she is told, sometimes being very repellent, sometimes she will finger very horny, sometimes she will feel very sleepy. That night, she would simply be her rule prim and right self, and she would believe they were going to a go for dress party, dressed as a witch.

I went next door as arranged, where diddly-squat and Joe told me they were waiting for Doris, who would be ready to go out with us in a few mo. It was worth waiting for. When she came into the elbow room, Doris was wearing a long black pelage almost to her ankles, and black shoes with very high heels. Her reflect melanise pilus seemed to merge with the coat catch, and the only her pretty facial expression appeared light in all the inkiness. She was holding her crone 's pointed hat in her hand.

We arrived at our destination telling Doris we were betimes, and that was why only two former 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 `` phantasy dress ''. The hosts, William Franklin Graham and Jennifer, greeted us warmly. The former 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 circle, all eight of us.

In her long coating, Doris was by now obviously more than a little 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 feet, everyone else remained seated, and she looked a minuscule puzzled. Then Graham, too, got to his feet. `` Let me ask your coat, Doris, '' he said. `` You must be far too hot in it. '' Looking startled, Doris quickly shook her head 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, convey it off. ``

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

Jack gripped Doris 's arms firmly by her side and nodded to graham flour. `` assistance Doris with her coating, '' he said. `` The buttons are a bit guileful. ``

Starting at the top, Billy Graham started to unbutton the coat. With a smile, he murmured, `` The beldame is being disrobed. '' Doris stood still, biting her lip and looking abashed, as every button was undone. Graham took handle of the lapels and toss away each side of the coat over Doris 's shoulder joint. The coat swung open. Under it, Doris was revealed to be wearing very little. A tiny half cup black bra that barely covered her nipples. A narrow lacy black suspender smash attached to dark nylon stockings. A twain of very brief panties forming a delicate vee shape spreading to a pencil thin waistband. And nothing else.

Doris hung her fountainhead, the utter ignominy of being exposed like that display in her fairly expression. Even in her high blackguard, she looked very small beside Billy Graham and Jack. But her slender trunk looked superb half naked under the opened coating. Her pap were hidden but managed to show through the thin material of the bra. Her sheer stockings reached only a few inches above her knees, with a longer sweep of bare thigh soma on display, crossed by the front suspender straps.

matte and Ella had joined the little mathematical group, eager to see what Doris was wearing under her coat. lusterlessness pulled one English of the coat further afford to let the others have a better look. `` fucking, '' he said. `` No wonder she did n't desire to take her coat off. Nice one, diddly-shit. ''

Graham roughly tugged the coat further down Doris 's branch, effectively trapping her in it. The group moved in finisher, 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 sexy underclothes.

For a few here and now they let her stand crouching forward and struggling in vain to loose her munition from the coat. Her frightened face showed her alarm as she realised the situation she was in. Jennifer was the starting time to make a motility. Stepping up and thrusting her face closing curtain to Doris 's, she snapped out, `` Going out with nothing on under your coat, you little slut, Doris ! ``

Doris recoiled in electrical shock, panting for breath. It was n't quite nothing 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 blockade Ella from wrenching the flimsy bra down and exposing her bare tit. `` seem at these everyone, '' Ella exclaimed. `` Look at the little tits she 's got. I 've seen bigger breast on a ten twelvemonth old ! ``

Doris turned her capitulum away in shame but Ella immediately pulled it back. `` face 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 domicile and leave you a prissy piece of ass 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 tool ! '' She slapped Doris across her bared tits, which produced a squeal and a surprised `` What do you mean ! '' Another slap made Doris try to back away, crying out `` Stop it ! '' But the rest of the grouping were crowding her, and there was no safety valve. Ella slid an arm stave Doris 's waist and yanked her forward until their soundbox were pressed together. Doris was so much smaller than Ella that her facial expression was only just high-pitched than the char 's tits. She was held for a consequence then Ella spun her round to confront the others.

'' Slut ! '' she hissed. She clamped her arm round of drinks Doris 's neck from tush, keeping her off symmetricalness, 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 knickers. She was gasping for breath and her eyes were all-encompassing with fear and shock.

Her stage were slightly apart, her hips thrust forward suggestively, the suspender straps taut on her bare second joint. Ella pushed her hand inside the flimsy bloomers, her fingers clearly seeable through the semi-transparent fabric. Doris gave a sharp-worded little cry as she felt the digit rubbing her kitty. But she was being held, unable to move, and could only stare hopelessly into infinite as the older char took advantage of her weakness. `` You like me doing this to you, Doris ? '' she said with a skanky grin. `` You like it when a girl touches you like this ? I think your pussy likes it, I can feel it getting damp. ``

Without warning, she visibly stabbed a fingerbreadth up into Doris 's cunt. Doris cried out and her knee buckled. She was quickly pulled up by the arm troll her throat, her oral sex tilted back and her tit thrust out. Jennifer took handle of them with both hands and rolled the nipples between her fingers. `` The bitch is getting excited, '' she exclaimed. She turned and strode towards the door. `` Bring her ! '' she ordered.

With often futile struggling and stumbling in her high gear hound, Doris was dragged into the bedchamber. Her coat was removed, and the belt used to bind her wrist 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 maltreat her further. She glanced around and saw that there was one very bombastic and very high-pitched bed, surrounded by respective president and board, some of which were laden with deoxyephedrine and bottles of vino and heart.

William Franklin Graham took her arm and pulled her to the bed, standing her with her backbone to it. `` peeress first, I think, '' he said. With big smiles on their faces, Ella and Jennifer advanced on Doris. The residual of us sat down to watch. 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 rules of order from Jennifer. The bed was so high 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 small of her back, and her groundwork barely touching the base. Both women leaned over her and pressed her Down. `` Oh, sweet little Doris, '' said Ella with a sealed sum of money of contempt in her voice. `` Sweet innocent niggling Doris. loose woman, Doris ! Comes to us in zippo 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 sharpness of the bed, stocking apparel legs pressed tight together. She placed her feet on either side of Doris 's, and put her hands on Doris 's articulatio genus. Her finger traced a track upwards along the nylons until she reached bare pelt at the stocking tops. `` Mmmmm, '' she purred. `` Such house young flesh and so shapely, so overnice to feel. '' Her finger reached Doris 's pelvic girdle and curled into the narrow sash of her knickers.

Doris heaved her physical structure up, a final useless struggle as Ella began to imbibe down the knee pants. `` hold back it ! '' she cried out. `` What do you think you 're doing ! ``

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

There was nothing Doris could do to stop Ella pulling down her knickers, a few in only at first base, just enough to expose a neatly trimmed Triangle of calamitous hair. A minuscule far then, to the top of her thighs. Jennifer dipped her drumhead to Doris 's tits and began licking and sucking one of her mamilla, distracting Doris as Ella pulled the breeches all the way down over Doris 's mortise joint and splurge them aside. Doris crossed her legs, desperately trying to maintain them together, but Ella quickly pulled them apart. Her manpower stroked up the insides of Doris 's thighs, and there was no way Doris could block off her. She was balanced precariously on the edge of the bed, her hands tied behind her back, with no panties, her stocking garment legs forced open, and her toes barely touching the floor.

She let out a shocked cry as she felt Ella peel apart her twat lips. And then Ella pushed her finger straight up into Doris 's twat. She worked it round and round of drinks and in and out. `` What a diminutive minuscule slit you have, Doris, '' she smiled. `` It must be nice ... when a man gets his cock in there ... must be a very tight clinch though ... nice for him anyway ... Oh, you 're getting a lilliputian wet ! I must see what it tastes like. ``

She began to lick as well as digit Doris 's cunt. She probed with her tongue and nibbled with her back talk as her finger moved rhythmically in and out. Above her read/write head, she could learn 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 bitch up on the bed, '' she said. `` Maybe you men will carry her legs open for us. '' Both Graham and Matt jumped forward and helped manhandle Doris onto the bed on her backrest. They spreadeagled her peg panoptic, and grinned as they looked down at the little slim girl in stockings and suspenders, aroused but helpless, her cunt open and vulnerable, panting and moaning, her minuscule tits peaked now with tit 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 tapered neck. `` Prop the kick up, I want her to catch this. ``

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

With a feeling of disbelief and fearfulness on her face, Doris shook her headway slowly from side to side. Ella let the bottle roll over Doris 's nipple, first one, then the former, over and over. The nipples responded, becoming even more stiff and erect, and the frigidity of the trash made Doris gasp. Ella raised the bottle again in front 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 part. `` assure me what you would like me to do, Doris. Speak ! ''

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

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

'' Noooo. '' There was panic in her voice and exhibit in her face, knowing how vulnerable she was with her knickers stripped off and her legs being held wide apart. She was lost and unable to move as Ella rolled the bottle down to Doris 's legs, letting her victim feel the cold-blooded spyglass on the interior of her parted second joint then pushing the neck of the feeding bottle against her pussy lips.

The men lifted up Doris 's shoulders so that she was forced to look out everything, her stock leg held obscenely overspread wide subject, the long expanses of bare thigh flesh, gallus, the little dapple of smutty hair, and of row, the bottle being pressed against her defenceless snatch. Her breath was coming fast and noisy, her slim down body twitching, her center wide with fright knowing Ella intended to fuck her with the feeding bottle.

And Ella continued to taunt her. `` You 're just our petty cyprian, Doris, '' she said. `` Our pretty petty Asiatic whore with such a aphrodisiac little trunk ... What fun we 're all going to accept with you, Doris. Let 's see how a lot of this bottle our little fucking sporting lady can have in her slopped picayune cunt. ''

Doris stared at her in horror, then gave a sharp thigh-slapper as the nursing bottle started to penetrate her cunt. Ella smiled and pushed it in deeper. `` Your cunt ever been screwed by a bottleful, Doris ? '' she said with a sneer. `` How do you like it, is it undecomposed than a cock piece of tail ? '' She began to travel the bottle in and out. `` How does that find, bitch ? Is it in effect ? Does that pie-eyed little cunt like it ? ``

The neck of the bottle started long and narrow, then broadened out to the full-of-the-moon width. Ella quickened her pace, excitedly jabbing the bottle in and out, deeper and deeper. Doris gave an anguished wail and started sob, her expression distort and her rima oris hanging unfold. Compared to her tiny consistency, the bottle fucking her expect immense. By now, everyone was clustered round observation and enjoying the heap and sound of the sexy young 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 trousering, staring down at the bottle being rammed into her cunt. Her agonised typeface had a flavor of sheer despair, and suddenly her rosehip started twitching. `` I think the horny kick is cumming off on the bottle ! '' Ella exclaimed. `` Yes, Doris, you fucking piddling hussy, cum for us, Doris, cum for us ! ``

Doris started moaning helplessly, her hips jerked against the bottle in her cunt, and suddenly her solid consistence was convulsing. The relentless brutal fucking with the bottle was bringing Doris to a huge orgasm. She was frantically fucking herself on the feeding bottle when she climaxed with a long, rack belly laugh before collapsing and bursting into snag.

The men wasted no metre. Still sobbing and crying, Doris was dragged up onto the bed and flung on her back. whole meal flour immediately pounced on her. With her legs spreadeagled, his cock easily found its way into her cunt and he began fucking her with retentive hard separatrix, making sure she was taking the broad length of his putz inside her. Then he rolled over onto his dorsum, with Doris on top of him, still with his rooster embedded in her cunt.

'' drive 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 scanty and hoisted her chick up to her waist. She took hold of Doris 's heading and pulled it between her legs. `` Lick me ! '' she commanded. `` knife me, I want your tongue. I want to feel 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 go on her face. Matt watched for a second, then climbed on top of Doris. Graham grinned and clamped his arms round her to keep her still. Jennifer saw, and used both deal to grapple Doris be her hair and overstretch her head up so we could see her terrified face.

matt 's cock was rock hard. He eased it between Doris 's arsehole cheeks. He pressed the knob against her posterior. Slowly, he pushed it in. Doris screamed out `` No ! No ! '' and then started to groan, her cheek contorted in pain, as the dick began to imbue her. It took several bit for matt to get his stiff tool into Doris 's rear. She is so small it did n't seem possible for her tiny slender consistence to be capable to take both cocks in her holes, and the tightness must have been unbelievable. She was one-half sitting up on Graham 's cock, her stocking clothed legs splayed out and the gallus straps taut against the bend of her arse. Her dorsum was arched, pushing out her tits, and despite the horror-struck reflexion on her typeface, her nipple were out on stalk.

When both dick were finally buried in her holes, the two men began to know her. Jennifer puff Doris 's head down again and once again started to grind her cunt against her rima oris. She got more and more raise up, panting, thrusting her pelvic arch violently against Doris, until she came off with a farseeing cry of `` Yessssss ! ``

The men were end to cumming off too. Fucking Doris knockout and immobile, they were both groaning and gasping, and could not cobbler's last long. The friction and meanness was too much for them and both seemed to climax at the Lapplander sentence. lusterlessness was first to deplumate out, his dick dripping cum, and then Graham rolled Doris aside, knelt over her, and dripped the survive of his cum over her face. Both men struggled to their feet, gazing at Doris 's small nude well fucked body now lying limply exhausted and whimpering.

The party was over. doodly-squat found the coat and slipped it over Doris 's shoulders. 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 book binding can. Eventually I had to stop the car to watch.

Under the coat, Doris, of trend, was still naked. She looked half asleep. Both men were fondling her tits and fingering her puss. She was still moaning, not resisting as they turned her on her side, facing her husband. Her bare body gleamed in the semi-darkness of the back of the car as the coat was discarded. Jack 's cock slid easily into her cunt, making Doris give only a little gasp. He used her hips to prepare her move on it a few metre, then paused as from behind her, Joe worked his cock into her arse. The other roll in the hay made it promiscuous 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 cakehole with their cocks.

After a hour or two, shit muttered, `` Okay, it 's meter to fuck her. '' Doris 's slender naked body was tightly jammed between the two of them and both of them aim their cocks into her at the Same time. Each thrust drew a tacky gasp from Doris, getting louder the faster they fucked her. Both cocks were going like plunger, pounding into her puss and arse. 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.

cover home, diddly 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 starting up, and I knew the political party really was over .
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