Suddenly Jenny stiffened. Her body lifted high, her cunt slipping off Harry's cock as she went up onto her knees, her body straight, her face aimed toward the ceiling.
'God!' she cried out loudly, one time.
Then she threw her body to one side and went limp on the floor. She was drenched in sweat, and her skin was coated almost everywhere with thick rivers of come.
She shuddered gently a few times.
Harry sighed, his cock finally growing softer.
Don shook his head in astonishment. He got up slowly and walked half-naked back to the couch. He didn't bother to put his pants back on, since they would simply have to come off again, before the evening was over.
CHAPTER FOUR
Poor Jenny was exhausted. The men sitting around her watched her charmingly naked, come-smeared young body as she rested her cheek on the floor, her pretty eyes closed, her whole body still quivering. Slowly, groaning loudly, Jenny slipped over onto her back, shifting a bit to make her bound arms more comfortable. The men enjoyed the deep rise and fall of the youngster's breasts.
Jenny sighed. Her pert little nipples were swollen hard, and were bright pink. They glistened with the little girl's sweat. Her entire body glowed with a blush of lust.
She stretched hard. Her arms tightened under her back, and she crossed her anklets and arched off the floor. Her body held the taut arch for a long moment before she relaxed and sank back down to the floor.
'Beautiful,' Jim said quietly. His hand rested lightly on Janice's hooded head, stroking the smooth material. Jim looked aver at Wellington and gave the man a smiling nod of appreciation for the little girl's show.
Janice gulped. She was grateful that Jim had not taken part in the fucking of the under-aged child. But her position, chained to the leg of the chair, was becoming more and more unbearable. Her arms and knees hurt.
The other two women felt pretty much the same kind of discomfort. The gags were too tight, and the outfits too revealing. But none of the ladies could deny the sensual pleasure felt in being bound, and in knowing that sooner or later each would be the center of fucking attention.
Jenny filled her lungs, swelling her breasts. She felt tired but happy. She wanted to crawl into a nice cool clean bed and sleep for a week.
'Get up, Jenny.'
The teenager moaned at the sound of Wellington's stern voice. She groaned, but struggled quickly to sit up. She rubbed her wrists together in the tight cord, trying to ease the tingling pain. Her shoulders hurt from being pulled back for so long.
'Hurry up, Jenny.'
She glanced toward her lover. His eyes were bright with lust for her, she could see. She smiled slightly at him, then twisted her legs under her and got to her feet. She stood in front of the men, swaying slightly as she got her balance.
She blushed as she felt a thick trickle of come slip from her pussy lips and roll down her thigh.
'Jenny will be at your disposal, gentlemen, for the rest of the evening. You may do with her as you please.'
Wellington looked each man in the eyes as he said the words. Each man understood that his own woman was to be made as fully available to the others for any purpose at all.
Wellington's eyes finally came to rest on Jenny again.
'You will find whips, and any other devices you might wish to use on her, in the closet.'
John smiled at the strange expression that crossed the girl's pretty face. Whipped? Jenny didn't want to be whipped, at least not by these other men. She knew she would probably get the full treatment from Mr. Wellington. But that had been part of the deal from the beginning. Whatever Mr. Wellington wanted her to do, she was supposed to do it, without question or hesitation. But Gary hadn't told her that part of her duties would be to service three other men, too and to allow them to whip her!
Jenny licked her lips, and tasted come. She shuddered slightly. She remembered the fucking John had given her upstairs, less than an hour ago. Her cunt gave a small involuntary twitch at the thought of feeling the whip on her bare skin.
Damn it! She had really gotten in over her head this time. And her own young body was leading her down a path of strangely pleasurable pain and humiliation. She wondered if she would be able to turn back, once this evening was over.
John got up out of his chair. He motioned Jenny toward a corner of the room. The youngster walked slowly toward it, and her eyes went wide when she saw the thick heavy chain dangling from the ceiling.
'Face the wall, Jenny.'
She did as she was told. She felt John wrapping the chain between her wrists, around the tight cloth belt that bound them together.
She twisted her neck and looked over her slim bare shoulder at John. He winked at her, then yanked her arms up high between her shoulder blades. Jenny was forced to bend way over. She felt the man's hand stroking her sweaty asscheeks. His touch was gentle but firm, the whole palm cupping her tight butt as he stroked over the smooth moist flesh.
She grunted as he forced her arms even higher. Then she heard the chain being pulled through some kind of pulley arrangement. Her body bent all the way over, until her head was down near her trembling knees. Her wrists were pinched hard in the cloth and chain. Her cunt slit was exposed from behind, the soft wet curls of pale brown cunt hair peeking through between her thighs.
She knew her bare ass presented a delightfully available target for the whip John had mentioned, and she tightened it in anticipation. Maybe it wouldn't be so awful after all. She imagined what the sting would feel like, and her nipples responded by growing even harder. With little effort the young teen could brush her swollen buds against her own thighs. The pleasure that flashed through her body when she did it made her blush hard, and gasp.
'Apparently, Jenny finds this pose to be acceptable, gentlemen. Isn't that right, Jenny?'
Jenny grunted. 'Yes, sir.'
She jumped at the hard slap on her ass that followed.
'Good girl,' Wellington said. He walked back to his chair and sat down. He looked first at Jim, who hadn't yet participated in any of the action.
'Whips are, in the closet, Jim. Why don't you show us how to give our pretty little under-aged whore the punishment she deserves?'
Jim snorted. 'Sure. Why not?'
He got up. Janice caught her breath. She didn't want Jim to have anything to do with the child, but at least he hadn't rushed in to fuck her, like the other two. Let him have his fun, she thought.
Jim walked casually over to the closet door and opened it. Displayed inside were at least two dozen different kinds of whips. He chose a thin and very flexible riding whip, longer than the short crop Don had used on Patty, with a loose bit of leather dangling from the end. It would leave a nice welt, and Jim knew that was what Wellington would want to see.
He felt his cock stiffen. Hmmm. So maybe it was what he wanted to see himself, too. And why not? He'd never had the chance to whip a little girl's bare ass before, and the idea excited him immensely.
Jim swished the whip through the air. He snapped it. The crack was satisfying. He wouldn't mind using this one on Jan. He looked over toward the woman, still crouching doggie-style beside his chair. The little whip he had bought to use on her looked pretty cheap in comparison to this beauty.
He rubbed his chin, looking from Janice to the whip and back again. He glanced toward Jenny's bent-over pose. God, what a beautiful young ass. He wondered if he could slice the tip of the whip right into that gooey wet crack of her cunt.
You'll get your chance with this baby, Janice, Jim thought with a smile. But right now it's Jenny's show.
