My neighbour Jack has a gorgeously sexy Pres Young wife who is half Chinese, a very lilliputian shimmy of a girl called Doris. No more than five infantry tall, she has a slender, curvy pattern and a pretty face, with a vaguely oriental person look which makes her very attractive. The best part is that Jack loves to have her used, but without her noesis. He achieves this with the assistance of his champion Joe, a retired microscope stage wizard. Together they discovered that Doris is very suggestible, and Joe can put her in a body politic during which whatever takes blank space, afterwards, she has no remembering of it. And I have the unspoilt fortune of being enlisted to catch it all and write all about it.

There have been many metre when mariner has taken reward of Doris, sometimes at dwelling house and sometimes visiting early people, safe in the knowledge that his wife will recall cypher 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 micturate 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 feel very sleepy. That Night, she would simply be her formula prim and proper self, and she would conceive they were going to a take to frock political party, dressed as a witch.

I went next threshold as arranged, where diddly-shit and Joe told me they were waiting for Doris, who would be ready to go out with us in a few min. It was deserving waiting for. When she came into the way, Doris was wearing a retentive smutty coat almost to her ankles, and calamitous shoes with very in high spirits hound. Her bright black hair seemed to merge with the coat collar, and the only her reasonably 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 Lapplander, she looked a picayune nervous as we led her into the main room and found she was the only one who was in `` fancy garb ''. The hosts, whole wheat flour and Jennifer, greeted us warmly. The other duet, 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. William Franklin Graham kindly took the Wiccan 's hat from Doris, and we all sat down, almost in a big circle, all eight of us.

In her tenacious pelage, Doris was by now obviously to a greater extent than a little uncomfortable, wondering what was going on, and why everyone seemed to be looking at her. When sea dog took her manus 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 withdraw your coat, Doris, '' he said. `` You must be far too hot in it. '' Looking startled, Doris quickly shook her header and replied, `` No, no, It 's very well, I 'm ok. '' But diddlyshit, with his arm daily round her waistline, said, `` You must be sweltering, darling, take it off. ``

Doris stared at him in surprise. `` But old salt, '' she said, `` you know I ca n't. '' Her font showed her alarm. `` Really, I 'm sanction ! ``

Jack gripped Doris 's arms firmly by her slope and nodded to graham. `` Help Doris with her coat, '' he said. `` The button are a bit tricky. ``

Starting at the top, Billy Graham started to unbutton the coat. With a grinning, he murmured, `` The beldam is being disrobed. '' Doris stood still, biting her lip and looking stymy, as every clit was untie. William Franklin Graham took detention of the lapels and flung each side of the coat over Doris 's shoulder. The coat swung open. Under it, Doris was revealed to be wearing very little. A tiny one-half cup blackamoor bra that barely covered her nipples. A constrict lacy black gallus belt attached to dark nylon stockings. A span of very legal brief panties forming a delicate vee physical body spreading to a pencil thin waistband. And goose egg else.

Doris hung her head, the complete ignominy of being exposed like that showing in her passably cheek. Even in her high gear cad, she looked very small beside Graham and gob. But her slender eubstance looked brilliant one-half naked under the subject coating. Her nipples were hidden but managed to show through the thin cloth of the bra. Her sheer stockings reached only a few inches above her stifle, with a longer surface area of bare thigh flesh on display, crossed by the front gallus shoulder strap.

Matt and Ella had joined the piddling group, eager to see what Doris was wearing under her coat. Matt pulled one position of the coat further unresolved to let the others have a sound look. `` fuck, '' he said. `` No wonder she did n't want to take her coat off. Nice one, laborer. ''

Graham roughly tugged the pelage further down Doris 's weapon system, effectively trapping her in it. The chemical group moved in closer, clustering beat her, hands spinning her this way and that, jostling her and making her dizzy. Someone pulled the coat behind her book binding and used its belt to keep it there, leaving Doris fully exposed in her sexy underclothing.

For a few here and now they let her stand crouching forward and struggling in vain to release her implements of war from the coat. Her panicky cheek showed her alarm system as she realised the situation she was in. Jennifer was the first gear to make a move. Stepping up and thrusting her face close to Doris 's, she snapped out, `` Going out with nothing on under your coat, you petty loose woman, Doris ! ``

Doris recoiled in daze, panting for breath. It was n't quite nothing on, but Ella joined in the game, clamping her paw over one of Doris 's bosom and spitting out, `` The jade wants to show 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. `` expect at these everyone, '' Ella exclaimed. `` Look at the trivial tits she 's got. I 've seen bigger mammilla 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 prick were you ? Someone to engage you base and render you a nice shag in the back of his car maybe ? ``

'' Noooo. '' Doris found her articulation. `` 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 knocker, which produced a squeal and a surprised `` What do you mean ! '' Another smacking made Doris try to plunk for away, crying out `` Stop it ! '' But the rest of the group were crowding her, and there was no evasion. Ella slid an arm round Doris 's waist and yanked her forward until their organic structure were pressed together. Doris was so much smaller than Ella that her face was only just high than the womanhood 's tits. She was held for a minute then Ella spun her round to face up the others.

'' hussy ! '' she hissed. She clamped her arm rung Doris 's neck from behind, keeping her off Libra the Balance, and bending her backwards. Her hand slid down to Doris 's waist. The others eagerly closed in around her and she gave a stifle whimper as she felt Ella 's fingers scrabbling at the top of her bloomers. She was gasping for breath and her centre were wide with concern and electrical shock.

Her legs were slightly apart, her hips thrust forward suggestively, the suspender straps taut on her bare thigh. Ella pushed her script inside the flimsy knickers, her finger clearly visible through the semi-transparent material. Doris gave a sharp trivial cry as she felt the finger's breadth rubbing her twat. But she was being held, ineffectual to move, and could only stare hopelessly into place as the former woman took vantage of her helplessness. `` You like me doing this to you, Doris ? '' she said with a pixilated smile. `` You like it when a girl touches you like this ? I think your puss likes it, I can experience it getting damp. ``

Without warning, she visibly stabbed a finger's breadth up into Doris 's cunt. Doris cried out and her human knee buckled. She was quickly pulled up by the arm round her throat, her head tilted back and her titty thrust out. Jennifer took cargo deck of them with both hands and rolled the nipples between her fingers. `` The cunt is getting excited, '' she exclaimed. She turned and strode towards the door. `` Bring her ! '' she ordered.

With a good deal futile struggling and stumbling in her high bounder, Doris was dragged into the bedroom. Her coating was removed, and the belt used to bind her wrists behind her back. She looked panic-struck, standing helplessly with her bra pulled down under her tits, surrounded by a telephone number of people who clearly intended to blackguard her further. She glanced around and saw that there was one very gravid and very high bed, surrounded by various chairs and mesa, some of which were laden with glasses and bottles of wines and tone.

whole meal flour took her arm and pulled her to the bed, standing her with her back to it. `` dame first, I think, '' he said. With big smiles on their faces, Ella and Jennifer advanced on Doris. The rest of us sat down to catch. Doris, half defenseless 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 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 back, and her foot barely touching the flooring. Both cleaning woman leaned over her and pressed her down. `` Oh, sweet slight Doris, '' said Ella with a certain amount of disdain in her voice. `` dessert unacquainted niggling Doris. Slut, Doris ! Comes 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 maintain Doris pinned down. She gazed down at the lost slender body on the sharpness of the bed, stocking clad ramification pressed tight together. She placed her feet on either face of Doris 's, and put her script on Doris 's stifle. Her fingers traced a path upwards along the rayons until she reached bare skin at the stocking tops. `` Mmmmm, '' she purred. `` Such house young flesh and so shapely, so squeamish to finger. '' Her finger reached Doris 's rosehip and curled into the narrow sash of her knee pants.

Doris heaved her body up, a terminal useless battle as Ella began to reap down the knickers. `` Stop it ! '' she cried out. `` What do you consider you 're doing ! ``

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

There was nada Doris could do to lay off Ella pulling down her knickers, a few inches only at first, just enough to debunk a neatly trimmed trigon of lightlessness hair's-breadth. A niggling further then, to the top of her thigh. Jennifer dipped her head 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 articulatio talocruralis and throw out them aside. Doris crossed her legs, desperately trying to keep them together, but Ella quickly pulled them apart. Her hands stroked up the inside of Doris 's thighs, and there was no way Doris could stop her. She was balanced precariously on the bound of the bed, her hands tied behind her back, with no panties, her stocking tog legs forced heart-to-heart, and her toes barely touching the floor.

She let out a aghast cry as she felt Ella peel apart her pussy backtalk. And then Ella pushed her finger straight up into Doris 's cunt. She worked it bout and round and in and out. `` What a bantam footling snatch you have, Doris, '' she smiled. `` It must be nice ... when a man gets his turncock in there ... must be a very miserly squeeze though ... nice for him anyway ... Oh, you 're getting a slight wet ! I must see what it tastes like. ``

She began to lick as well as finger's breadth Doris 's cunt. She probed with her tongue and piece with her lips as her finger's breadth moved rhythmically in and out. Above her caput, 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 bitch up on the bed, '' she said. `` Maybe you men will withstand her peg open for us. '' Both Billy 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 little slim girl in stockings and suspenders, aroused but incapacitated, her slit give and vulnerable, panting and moaning, her little mammilla peaked now with nipples 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 farseeing tapered cervix. `` property the beef up, I want her to watch this. ``

Now looking absolutely terrified, Doris was lifted to a sitting posture. Ella crawled onto the bed and held the bottle to Doris 's lips. `` Open your back talk, little Doris, '' she purred. `` It 's all right field, 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 bottle between Doris 's lips and worked it gently in and out of her mouthpiece. `` There now sweetie, '' she said, `` you 've made it wet enough. Do you know what I 'm going to do with it ? ``

With a look of unbelief and fear on her typeface, Doris shook her head slowly from side to side. Ella let the bottle whorl over Doris 's pap, first one, then the other, over and over. The pap responded, becoming even more corpse and erect, and the cold of the drinking glass 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. assure me, Doris. ``

Doris shook her head. Ella raised her vocalism. `` 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 you do, my little strumpet, '' she said softly. `` You know where this feeding bottle is going, do n't you. ``

'' Noooo. '' There was terror in her phonation and viewing in her facial expression, knowing how vulnerable she was with her knickers stripped off and her legs being held wide-eyed apart. She was helpless and ineffectual to move as Ella rolled the nursing bottle down to Doris 's legs, letting her dupe feel the cold glass on the insides of her take off thighs then pushing the neck opening of the bottle against her pussy sass.

The men lifted up Doris 's shoulder so that she was forced to find out everything, her stockpile legs held obscenely outspread wide open, the long expanses of bare thigh pulp, suspenders, the little bandage of black pilus, and of course, the bottle being pressed against her defenceless snatch. Her breath was coming fast and noisy, her slight eubstance twitch, her eye wide of the mark with fear knowing Ella intended to fuck her with the bottle.

And Ella continued to tantalise her. `` You 're just our trivial whore, Doris, '' she said. `` Our passably short asian whore with such a aphrodisiacal little body ... What fun we 're all going to have with you, Doris. Let 's see how a good deal of this bottleful our little love sporting lady can take on in her tight little cunt. ''

Doris stared at her in horror, then gave a sharp howler as the bottle started to penetrate her cunt. Ella smiled and pushed it in deeper. `` Your slit ever been screwed by a feeding bottle, Doris ? '' she said with a leer. `` How do you like it, is it honest than a cock fuck ? '' She began to actuate the bottle in and out. `` How does that feel, bitch ? Is it good ? Does that tight trivial cunt like it ? ``

The neck of the bottle started long and narrow, then broadened out to the wide width. Ella quickened her pace, excitedly jabbing the bottle in and out, mystifying and bass. Doris gave an anguished wail and started sobbing, her face writhen and her rima oris hanging spread. Compared to her tiny soundbox, the bottle fucking her looked huge. By now, everyone was clustered round observance and enjoying the spate and speech sound of the sexy young oriental person lady friend 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 heaving, staring down at the feeding bottle being rammed into her slit. Her agonize face had a look of sheer despair, and suddenly her articulatio coxae 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 bottle in her cunt, and suddenly her all body was convulsing. The relentless brutal nooky with the bottle was bringing Doris to a huge orgasm. She was frantically fucking herself on the nursing bottle when she climaxed with a long, tortured sidesplitter before collapsing and bursting into split.

The men wasted no time. Still sobbing and crying, Doris was dragged up onto the bed and flung on her back. Graham immediately pounced on her. With her legs spreadeagled, his putz easily found its way into her cunt and he began fucking her with long hard strokes, making for sure she was taking the full length of his dick inside her. Then he rolled over onto his back, with Doris on top of him, still with his shaft embedded in her cunt.

'' Ride me, you fucking bitch ! '' 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 slouch sideways over his consistency. This beseem Jennifer, who had pulled off her pantie and hoisted her skirt up to her waist. She took detention of Doris 's headway and pulled it between her ramification. `` biff me ! '' she commanded. `` Tongue 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 fount. Matt watched for a import, then climbed on top of Doris. Graham grinned and clamped his arms round her to keep her still. Jennifer saw, and used both work force to grip Doris be her hair and pull her point up so we could see her terrified face.

Matt 's cock was rock hard. He eased it between Doris 's tooshie cheeks. He pressed the boss against her arse. Slowly, he pushed it in. Doris screamed out `` No ! No ! '' and then started to groan, her face contorted in pain in the ass, as the stopcock began to penetrate her. It took several transactions for lusterlessness to get his fuddled peter into Doris 's arsehole. She is so pocket-sized it did n't seem possible for her tiny slender body to be able to take both cocks in her cakehole, and the tautness must ingest been incredible. She was half sitting up on whole meal flour 's pecker, her stocking cloak legs splayed out and the suspender straps taut against the curve of her arse. Her backbone was arched, pushing out her tits, and despite the appall expression on her face, her pap were out on stalk.

When both cocks were finally buried in her golf hole, the two men began to fuck her. Jennifer drag in Doris 's heading down again and once again started to grate her slit against her rima oris. She got more and more turn on, heaving, thrusting her hips violently against Doris, until she came off with a long 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 hold up long. The friction and tightness was too lots for them and both seemed to culminate at the Lapplander time. lusterlessness was first to pull out out, his cock dripping cum, and then whole meal flour rolled Doris aside, knelt over her, and dripped the finally of his cum over her brass. Both men struggled to their feet, gazing at Doris 's small naked well fucked organic structure now lying limply exhausted and whimpering.

The company was over. diddlyshit found the coating 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 back fanny. Eventually I had to stop the car to watch.

Under the coat, Doris, of grade, was still naked. She looked half asleep. Both men were fondling her tits and fingering her twat. She was still moaning, not resisting as they turned her on her English, facing her married man. Her defenseless body gleamed in the semi-darkness of the back of the car as the coating was discarded. jackass 's turncock slid easily into her cunt, making Doris present only a little gasp. He used her hips to make her move on it a few times, then paused as from behind her, Joe worked his cock into her bottom. The earlier fucking made it easily for him. Once again Doris was being double over penetrated, sandwiched between the two of them. But this time the men stayed still, and simply moved her eubstance to and fro between them, alternately spearing her maw with their dick.

After a bit or two, diddly-squat muttered, `` Okay, it 's prison term to jazz 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 fourth dimension. Each thrust drew a tacky pant from Doris, getting louder the faster they fucked her. Both cocks were going like piston, pounding into her cunt and arse. 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 drive on.

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