Judy had always been a respectable girl, fairly modest
and not at all forward. Not that she was a virgin or
anything, but hardly what anybody would call
promiscuous. So how was it that she was now being taken
by three boys at once, while a fourth was standing over
them and whipping her naked back with his belt?
It had started out as a typical fraternity bull session
in the dormitory. It was Judy and Martin and Tom and
Bill and Howard, sitting around doing nothing. Howard
was bored.
"This is boring," Howard said. "Let's do something."
"No," Martin said. "Let's not."
"Howard's right," Tom said. "What we want is a good
orgy or something."
"Right, an orgy," Martin said. "How about it, Judy?
Want to orgy with us?"
"No thanks," Judy said.
"Party pooper," Martin said.
"Sorry, guys," Judy said. "I'm not the orgy type."
"How about playing post office?" Tom said. "Or strip
poker? That sounds like fun."
"No, thanks, anyway," Judy said.
"Damn," Tom said. "And I'm horny too. Right now you
look pretty good to me, Judy."
"Gosh, thanks," Judy said.
"I'm not kidding," Tom said. "I'd love to do it with
you. How about it?"
"Come on, guys," Judy said.
"You do have a nice bod, Jud," Howard said. "Can't
blame a guy for thinking about it."
"What is this all of a sudden?" Judy said, smiling.
"Look, why don't we go to a movie or something?"
"Nice mouth, too," Tom said.
"Terrific mouth," Martin said. "Gives a guy lots of
ideas."
"Martin!"
"What? Don't you like sucking cock, Judy? You ever do
it?"
"That's enough!" Judy said. "Just cut it now, okay?"
"I just want to say," Martin said, "that I'd love to
have you on your knees in front of me. With that mouth-
-"
"Damn it!" Judy said. "Stop it right now! Okay?"
"But it's so exciting," Howard said. "I want to see it.
I'd love to see it. Wouldn't you, Bill?"
"I'm hard," Bill said.
"Look," Judy said. "If you guys don't shut up I'm going
to leave, okay?"
"You don't want to do that, Judy," Martin said. "I
think you want to suck Bill's cock. While all of us
watch you."
"I think you want a slap in the face," Judy said. Not
moving.
And then Martin said, "We could make you do it."
There was absolute silence in the room.
"What?" Judy said.
"I said we could make you do it," Martin said. "There's
four of us and only one of you. Four guys and one girl.
We could make you suck Bill's cock. We could make you
suck all our cocks. Couldn't we?"
"Sure," Judy said. "And I could have you all put in
jail, too."
"You wouldn't do that," Martin said.
"Why wouldn't I do that, Martin?"
"Because you want it," Martin said. "Don't you, Judy?"
"Martin, I think you better leave," Judy said.
"Okay." Martin got up, but instead of moving to the
door he stopped in back of Judy's chair and swiftly and
suddenly caught hold of her pony tail with his right
hand, pulling it backwards and downwards so that Judy's
head was pulled back, her neck straining, her mouth
opening and emitting a startled cry of pain at the
cruel pull of her hair. Martin twisted the hair in his
hand, increasing that pain.
"Aahh!" Judy cried. "Stop! What are you-- Don't! Aahh!"
Martin didn't let go, but twisted some more. Judy's
face was a mask of pain.
"Stop! Please!" Judy was twisting in her chair, and
trying ineffectually to hit back at Martin, but her
position in the chair did not allow her hands to reach
him.
Bill, Tom and Howard watched with various degrees of
surprise and wonder, but they watched.
"Judy," Martin said, still twisting her hair. "Oh
don't," Judy said. "Stop. Please. Oh god, please--"
"Judy," Martin said. "Go down on your knees." "What?"
Judy said.
"Jesus," Howard said.
"Shut up, Howard," Tom said.
Bill said nothing.
"Go on, Judy," Martin said, his hand in her hair. "Go
down on your knees. On the floor. Go on."
"No," Judy said.
Martin twisted harder.
"Aaahh! Don't!" Judy said.
"We want you to go down on your knees, Judy," Martin
said. "And you want to also. Don't you?"
"No!" Judy said.
"Yes, you do," Martin said. "Do it, Judy. Do it for us.
Kneel down on the floor. Go on."
For a long moment there was silence except for Judy's
loud rapid gasps. Nobody said anything. Martin still
held Judy's hair. And then, without looking at anybody,
slowly, gradually, Judy began to slide forward in the
chair. Martin still held on, but his hand moved with
her. Judy slid to the edge of the chair and hesitated.
Martin waited. As did they all. And Judy with a sound
like a gasping sigh slid off the chair and sank down to
her knees on the floor.
"That's the girl, Judy," Martin said, his hand in her
hair holding her head up. "I knew you wanted to do
that. And now you want to suck Bill's cock, isn't that
right, Judy?"
Howard gasped.
"I--No," Judy said in a quivering voice. "No."
"Bill," Martin said. "Get over here. Sit in this chair,
right in front of Judy. Judy wants to suck your cock
while we all watch her."
"No," Judy said softly. "No, I don't. Please."
Bill was now sitting in front of Judy. Martin now
twisted Judy's hair. Judy cried out in pain. Martin
said, "You want to do it, Judy. You know it. I know it.
We all know it. We're all watching, Judy. Do it. Do it,
Judy. Unzip Bill's pants and bring out his cock and put
that pretty mouth on it and suck him off. Do it."
Judy was panting and her body was shaking. Martin's
hand was still in her hair, but not as tightly; it held
on but allowed room to move. They all watched, rigid
with anticipation and suspense.
And slowly, Judy's hands started to move. Looking at
nobody, Judy slowly unzipped Bill's pants. And
tremblingly brought out his cock. And then Judy drew a
long, deep, shuddering breath.
"Oh god," Judy said, now looking swiftly around at them
all. "Oh dear god."
And then Judy bowed her head and opened her mouth and
put it around Bill's penis. Bill gasped. And then
Judy's head was moving up and down, slowly,
deliberately, moving up and down with Martin's hand
still in her hair, and Judy was sucking Bill's cock,
kneeling on the floor and sucking his cock as four boys
avidly and astonishingly looked on.
"That's it," Martin was saying. "That's it, Judy. Look
at that, guys. Watch how Judy is doing this. We're all
watching you, Judy. All waiting for our turn."
Judy was moaning now around Bill's cock, moaning and
kind of sobbing, but she didn't stop doing what she was
doing.
"How is it, Bill?" Martin said. "Is she good? Is she
using her tongue on you?"
"She's great," Bill said. "She's good. You're damn
good, Judy."
"I thought so," Martin said. "I always thought you'd be
a good cocksucker, Judy. I can't wait for my turn."
Judy moaned again, but didn't stop. Up and down her
head moved, up and down that mouth slid on Bill's cock.
Slowly and now faster. Until Bill said, "I'm going to
shoot," and Martin said, "Do it right in her mouth and
let her swallow it. Swallow it all, Judy, and we'll all
watch you."
By now Tom and Howard had moved to sit closer so they
could have a good view of what Judy's mouth was doing.
Judy was whimpering now as Bill's cock was spasming and
jerking, and then Bill shouted out with pleasure as his
jism spurted out into Judy's sucking mouth. Judy,
gasping, swallowed. Tom and Howard and Martin watched
avidly. Bill was spurting again and again, and Judy was
swallowing and swallowing, her face flushing wildly as
she did so. Until Bill slid his penis slowly out of her
mouth and sat back panting.
Judy was panting also, and gasping and still kind of
sobbing. But she didn't move. She stayed as she was, on
her knees. Almost imperceptibly Martin took his hand
from her hair. Judy didn't move.
"That was nice, Judy," Martin said. "That was
beautiful. Wasn't it, guys?"
"Damn right," Tom said. Howard said something also.
"And now, Judy, you're going to be fair and do that for
all of us, aren't you?"
Judy caught her breath but said nothing.
"Judy?" Martin said.
"Yes," Judy said softly, breathlessly. "Yes, I'll do it
for all of you. Yes."
"Because you want to, don't you, Judy?" Martin said.
"Yes," Judy said finally. "Yes, I want to. I want to do
it to all of you. While you watch."
"What else would you like to do for us, Judy?" Martin
said.
"What?"
"What else, Judy?"
"Nothing," Judy said.
"That's not true, Judy," Martin said. "Is it now?"
"Please," Judy said.
"Tell us, Judy."
"Anything," Judy said in a low voice.
"What's that?" Martin said. "I can't hear you, Judy."
"Anything," Judy said again. "I want to do anything you
want. I want you to make me do it."
"I know you do," Martin said. "That's because you're a
slut, isn't that right, Judy? A dirty filthy slut
whore. Am I right?"
"Yes," Judy said.
"Tell us, Judy," Martin said. "Tell us all about it."
Judy started to cry. "I'm a dirty filthy slut whore,"
Judy said, sobbing. "I'm a cunt bitch slut and I want
to have to do it for you. Please, please, please."
"Lie down, Judy," Martin said. "Lie down on the floor."
And Judy did, lying down on her back.
Martin crouched behind her. "Give me your hands, Judy,"
Martin said. "Put them back here and stretch yourself
out."
And Judy did.
Martin took her wrists in his hands, pinning them down
to the floor. Judy's clothing was pulled tight over her
body, bringing out her good breasts and hips and
thighs.
"Now, Judy," Martin said. "You're going to fuck for me.
Aren't you? All of us. Aren't you?"
"Oh god," Judy said.
"Yes," Martin said. "You're going to fuck us all. Say
it, Judy. Say that to me."
"I'm going to fuck you all," Judy said, her voice
straining.
"That's right," Martin said. "You're going to fuck Tom
here. Aren't you, Judy? Say it."
"I'm going to fuck Tom," Judy said, not looking at any
of them.
"And you're going to fuck Howard. Say that."
"I'm going to fuck Howard," Judy said.
"And you're going to fuck me too, isn't that right,
Judy?"
"Yes," Judy said. "I'm going to fuck you."
"What about me?" Bill said.
"And you'll fuck Bill, won't you, Judy? Say it."
"I'm going to fuck Bill," Judy said.
"Because you're a fucking slut nympho, isn't that
right, Judy?" Martin said.
"Yes," Judy said, crying. "Yes. That's what I am. Yes."
"Now it's time for us to see your body, Judy," Martin
said. "We've all thought about what you look like
naked, Judy. We've all pictured you without any clothes
on. Now we'll find out. You'd like us to see you naked,
wouldn't you, Judy?"
Judy closed her eyes. "Please," she whimpered.
"Say it," Martin said.
"Yes," Judy said.
Martin twisted Judy's wrists. Judy cried out. Martin
said, "I want you to ask the boys to take your clothes
off you, Judy. I want you to ask them nicely, all
right?" Twisting her wrists again.
"Don't," Judy said.
"Judy," Martin said. "We want to see your breasts. May
we do that?"
"Oh," Judy said. "Dear sweet god," Judy said. "Yes."
"Judy," Martin said. "Ask Howard to take your blouse
off. Ask him sweetly. Bet him to do it. Do you
understand, Judy?"
"Yes," Judy said.
"Ask him to unbutton your blouse," Martin said. "And
ask him to feel your breasts while he's doing it."
Judy was gasping. Her body was squirming as Martin
manipulated her wrists. "Howard," Judy gasped. "Please-
-please unbutton my blouse, Howard. Please."
"God!" Howard said.
"And?" Martin said.
"And please--please feel my breasts," Judy said.
"Do it slowly, Howard," Martin said.
And Howard did. Unbuttoning Judy's blouse from top to
bottom, touching her breasts, moving his hands over
them. And pulling the blouse apart to show Judy's
rising and falling breasts in a pink brassiere. Judy
was panting hard, almost sobbing.
"All right, Judy," Martin said. "Ask Tom to cut that
bra away."
Judy could hardly speak. "T-Tom," Judy whispered.
"Please... c-cut my brassiere away."
"All right!" Tom said, and grabbing up a scissors from
a table, did just that, cutting the bra apart, cutting
it into strips, and pulling it away from Judy's high
round firm stiff-nippled naked breasts.
"Topless whore," Martin said, and Judy writhed,
moaning.
"I want to see your legs," Martin said. "All of them. I
want to look at those luscious curvy thighs that you
will be wrapping around my body as I fuck you, Judy."
Judy couldn't catch her breath.
"Judy," Martin said, "I want you to pull your skirt up.
I want you to pull it up slowly. As all of us watch. I
want you to pull it up all the way, all the way up
around your waist, baring your legs for us, showing us
your thighs, all of them. Will you do that, Judy?"
Judy was squirming and panting. "Yes," Judy said. "Yes
I will. I will, I'll do it, yes, I'll show you my legs,
yes, I will, look at me." And Judy pulled up her skirt.
Slowly. Up. All the way. Slowly. Up over her calves. Up
over her knees. Up over her thighs. Up over her hips.
All the way, and lay there with her legs bare and her
panties showing twisting as they looked at her.
"You want to be fucked, don't you, Judy?" Martin said.
"Say it."
"I want to be fucked," Judy said.
"Who would you like to take your panties off?" Martin
said.
"Anybody," Judy said, crying. "Anybody pull them off,
please oh god please, please."
Tom did.
"Naked whore cunt," Martin said softly, and he kissed
her mouth. "Spread your fucking slut legs for us,
Judy."
Judy spread her legs slowly apart.
"Tom," Martin said. "Do it to the bitch."
Judy was crying as Tom lay on top of her and sobbing as
he put his prick inside her and moaning as he fucked
her.
"Fuck him back," Martin said, and Judy fucked him back,
arching and twisting and curling her legs around him
and moving to his rhythm.
"What are you doing, Judy?" Martin said.
"I'm..."
"Say it. Say what you're doing."
"I'm fucking," Judy cried. "I'm fucking, I'm fucking,
I'm fucking... fucking... fucking..."
"And you love it, right, Judy? You love it all. Tell
us, Judy. Tell us you love it. Don't you, Judy?"
"Yes. Yes. I love it yes... yes I love it I love it
yes."
"Tom's going to come in you, Judy. Come with him. Come
for us and we'll watch you. You love it, don't you, you
fucking exhibitionist sick little slut bimbo?"
"Yes!" Judy shouted. "God yes! I'm coming! Oh fuck I'm
coming AAhhhhh!"
"Passionate masochistic slut," Martin said as Tom got
up. "Turn over, Judy." Twisting Judy's wrists hard so
Judy cried out again. Twisting until she was forced to
roll her body over. Martin had his cock out. "Give me
that pretty whore mouth, Judy baby," Martin said,
pushing Judy's head down into his crotch. "Take me in
that mouth and suck me. Suck it slowly and beautifully,
Judy."
Judy, moaning, took his cock into her mouth.
"Okay, Howard," Martin said. "You can use Judy's fine
tight little ass."
Judy tried to say something, to raise her head. Martin
didn't allow it. Judy had to keep sucking him as Howard
took her very painfully in the ass. As Judy
involuntarily came, howling around Martin's cock,
Martin shot his jism down her throat.
And then it was an orgy. All night long. Judy
accommodating all four boys with her body, with her
mouth and her ass and her cunt. Two at once. Three at
once. Until she was crawling and coming, coming and
crawling, until Martin was standing over her as she lay
above Howard fucking his cock as Tom fucked her ass and
taking Bill in her mouth again, and Martin pulled his
belt off and started whipping Judy with it. Quite hard.
Anyplace he could reach. And Judy was screaming and
sucking and fucking and howling and hurting and coming.
And afterwards sprawling across the floor they all knew
that Judy was theirs any time they wanted her. That
Judy was at the beck and call of any and all. Any way,
any time, any place. "Isn't that right, Judy?" Martin
said.
Judy was crying.
"Spread out, Judy," Martin said. "Right now. On your
back. I'll whip your breasts and I'll fuck the shit out
of you."
And Judy was moaning and lying back and spreading out.
"Look at me. Look at my body. I'm a slave. I'm a slut.
All yours..."
END