Jenny's Surprise

Clare and I were making a pretty good life for ourselves.

With Clare's father serving as our private banker, as well as, along with his wife, happily sucking and fucking us both whenever they could, we managed to not only purchase an established restaurant in a seaside retirement community, but also moved into a comfortable cottage with plenty of privacy. We need it, given both of us are extremely vocal when cumming. Moreover, Clare often shrieked quite loudly when I pushed her boundaries as she willingly, even eagerly, submitted to me more and more.

Despite long and arduous hours, about once a month we made a point of quitting early on Saturday, dressing up as provocatively as possible and going from bar to bar in a much larger town about twenty miles away to pick up casual sexual playmates. Usually it was men, at least two although four on one occasion, sometimes one or more and, when we got exceptionally lucky, a male/female couple or two. We always got a hotel room to maintain our anonymity and, of course, didn't use our real names.

That particular Saturday was special since we were also celebrating Clare's twenty fifth birthday. While I was almost sixteen years older, I kept in great physical shape and had a similar body type with mid back length auburn hair so I really looked more like her older sister than a woman only three years younger than her mother.

I was taking no chances with this occasion. I insisted Clare dress particularly slutty with no bra under a flimsy tank top cut off to just above her belly button that overtly displayed both her erect dark nipples and the soft sides of her tits. Her tight skirt barely covered her ass cheeks and, of course, she wasn't allowed to wear panties either. I dressed fairly sexy myself but that was more to help attract people to us both.

It was Clare's night.

By the time we got to the third bar shortly before midnight, Clare had already sucked off three guys and fingered one woman to an orgasm in the restrooms. I saved going to that particular bar last since, unbeknownst to Clare, through the manager I arranged in advance for a half dozen guys to be waiting for us. By the time we had a couple of drinks there, Clare was practically naked, her tits hanging out and her skirt more like a belt around her waist. She loved it...especially the six of them and the manager encircling, groping and fingering her as I opened the hotel room door.

What was left of Clare's clothes almost instantly lay in shreds on the floor as several sets of hands flung her on to the bed. I sat off to the side in a comfortable chair, my legs spread wide, satisfied to finger myself while giving the men an occasional instruction.

Nothing is off limits with my cock loving, cum drinking, ass licking slut, boys,” I announced loud enough to be heard over her groans and their lustful chatter. “Do every one of those filthy, nasty things to her you jerk off thinking about but your wife or girlfriend would never even consider doing for, or to, you. Nothing...and I mean absolutely nothing...is off limits.”

By the time the last guy left the room a few hours later, Clare lay in a puddle of cum that oozed from her ass and pussy and mouth with drying spunk covering her tits and face and belly and crusted in her hair. Her ass cheeks and tits and inner thighs were covered in hand shaped bruises and bite marks.

I didn't bother to help her take a shower. Rather, I moved her to the other bed and snuggled with her as we drifted off to sleep.

Wow, this was the best night so far,” Clare murmured before giving me a tongue lashing kiss and closing her eyes.

You don't know the half of it,” I grinned to myself as I went to sleep too.



A few hours later, just as the sun was rising, the hotel room door burst open and a still sleeping Clare was unceremoniously pulled from the bed and quickly blindfolded with her wrists tied behind her back. She was roughly dragged out of the hotel and bundled into the trunk of a car still naked.

The drive went on for a good forty-five minutes, down a series of increasingly narrow and bumpy roads. In the trunk, Clare had no way of knowing where she was going or to brace herself with her hands tied behind her back. She was jostled around with each turn and bump until every part of her body was bruised and aching. Her nipples scraped against the rough surface, adding to the bruises already covering her tits. Her screams, first of rage and then of pain and frustration, were muffled by the gag in her mouth and the sounds of the road.

At last the car came to a stop and she could hear other passengers getting out, their laughter and words muted by the car itself and the heavy rain beating down on the metal. She had no idea who had taken her or where she was...or me either for that matter. Being tied and gagged didn't bother her particularly but the bruises from the rough ride covered her body as thoroughly as the most intense flogging she ever experienced.

She probably expected someone to come and get her out of the trunk of the car as soon as the car stopped. After a few minutes, she began to squirm, realizing she wasn't given a chance to piss before being taken from her bed earlier and her bladder began to ache. Naturally, the more she thought about it, the worse it became.

Still, no one came.

She was lying face down, crushing her tits beneath her. She screamed as loud as she could but the gag prevented her from making any meaningful sound. She tried kicking her feet up against the lid of the trunk, but that only caused her tits to smash even harder against the floor, feeling like she was scrapping her nipples completely off.

Finally, she slumped down and cried, surrendering to the gross humiliation of pissing all over herself. When she could no longer hold back, her piss erupted between her bound legs, forming a warm pool that spread beneath her...across her belly...to her bruised tits...to her chin and cheek and blindfold.

She raised her head to keep her own piss from seeping into her mouth but could only hold it up for long. When she finally let it fall back down, the puddle of piss splashed against her lips. She lay in the pool of her piss, the blindfold and gag soaking up the pungent liquid and seeping into her eyes and mouth while crying inconsolably when the lid finally popped open.

Immediately she could smell the distinctive aromas of a farm and heard a dog barking. Two sets of hands lifted her from the car and placed her kneeling in mud as the rain continued beating down on her. Her head popped up when she heard an unfamiliar, and certainly unfriendly, voice.

Well, well, it looks like the filthy slut pissed herself,” an older man sneered as others laughed around him. “I suppose if any of you need to piss, you might as well do it on her while she's already soaked.”

She heard the zippers pulling down before her face and tits were hit from all directions by strong streams of warm piss.

When you're done, drag her over here,” the man told them with a wicked laugh, “there's a pile of hog and horse shit the filthy whore can enjoy rolling around in.”

Clare struggled to no avail as someone grabbed her under each arm and dragged her through the mud. They didn't allow her to get to her feet and twice she slipped from the hand holding her to fall face down into the muck. The second time, she could smell the distinctive pungent aroma of chicken shit mixed in the mud that shoved into her nose and caked her face and lips.

After a few moments, they stopped and lifted her up then dropped her from around waist height into any even wetter, sloppier mess that stank of pig and horse shit. Her breath was knocked from her as she lay on her back half buried in the slimy sludge, gasping for air. To peals of laughter, she rolled over on her front, getting even more of the smelly muck on her face and in her hair as she struggled to stand.

To a mix of cat calls and laughter, she just stood ankle deep in the shit infused mud sobbing uncontrollably. After a few minutes, someone grabbed her again, dragging her through the shit and into a nearby building. Her arms were raised above her head and attached to a hook far enough above her head she had to stand on the tip of her toes.

Someone ripped off the blindfold, causing Clare to blink for a few moments until her eyes adjusted to the light. Her mother and father and I stood grinning at her as well as an old man with salt and pepper hair and beard and two young boys and a girl who looked under sixteen that Clare didn't know.

Without saying a word, I reached over and viciously pinched Clare's left nipple with one hand while spreading her mud caked pussy lips with the other. Clare squirmed, the mix of pain and pleasure causing her cunt to clench.

Behind me, her parents and the three teenagers, who I learned later were the old man's current fuck toys, were stripping off their clothes. They immediately set about groping each other with one teen boy fingering Clare's mother's cunt after she dropped to her knees and sucked the other one's stiff cock into her mouth.

The orgy was on.

Clare looked on helplessly as the others sucked and fucked in every possible combination. The teen boys were quick to recover after filling a mouth or cunt or ass with their cum. Her father seemed to spend considerable time with the unknown teen girl while the old man made a point of licking my and her mother's pussies to multiple orgasms after each time someone fucked us both.

No one paid any attention to Clare, making her watch with her arms secured above her head and the sloppy mix of mud and shit drying on her body. When we all seemed spent, one of the teenage boys lowered Clare to the floor on to her back. I walked over to her, standing over Clare with my legs on either side of her head.

Enjoy the show?” I asked cruelly as some of the cum from at least three of the guys seeped from my pussy to dribble on Clare face, “Well, it's not quite over yet.”

With that, I let loose a warm stream of piss that splashed on Clare's face. As soon as I finished, the others took their turn, some on her face, others on her tits and the two teen boys on her pussy. The old man got hard enough again to slide into her pussy before letting loose a long warm stream deep inside her cunt. After her long ordeal, Clare was so parched she pulled the gag aside and swallowed as much of the piss she could manage.

When everyone was done, her mother untied Clare's hands and led her out to the side of the building where we hosed most of the mud off her body and out of her hair. It would still probably take both a long hot shower and a soaking bath to get really clean but that was good enough for the ride home.

How are you doing?” I asked solicitously after we left the farm as I gently fondled Clare's left tit while driving. “You know by the time we get home, I'm going to be ready to fuck you properly for your birthday.”

Oh I know and can hardly wait,” Clare murmured reaching down between my legs “and you have already given me the best birthday present I could ever imagine with everything we did last night and today. Can we do this again next year?”



Of course, that was merely the start.

While Clare was submissive to me and her mother when it came to all things sexual, she was also strong willed, smart, didn't forget much and forgave even less. Over the next few weeks, she managed to get me to tell her the details of how I set up her birthday surprise, including the way I conspired with her parents to take her to that farm. The old man who owned it was a long time playmate of both her parents, as well as the one with whom they engaged in some of their most perverse activities, things they had yet to share with Clare or me...with the emphasis on yet.

A couple of months later, as we were getting ready for another night of debauchery, Clare and I shared a glass of wine, cheerfully discussing the coming evening while we got ready. Both of us were exceptionally horny having just finished our periods the day before, so I was teasing her about having to share and it was my turn to get gang banged for a change.

She just smiled sweetly and poured me another glass of wine. I remember taking a second deep drink....



....and waking up with my head pounding, my mouth and throat parched and my hands restrained above my head in a pitch black room with rock music playing so loudly my ears hurt. I didn't even scream initially I was so surprised. That first scream did come when I realized I was naked with a painful clamp attached to each of my nipples. My tits, thighs and ass ached with unseen bruises

I had no idea where I was, how I had gotten there or what to expect next. After my throat got raw screaming with no one coming, it finally dawned on me this was some sort of payback from Clare.

You filthy, fucking slut,” I screamed into the darkness with no apparent effect since I could hardly hear myself over the music, “you have no idea what I'm going to do to you when I get loose. Your fat ass and skanky pussy will be too sore to sit or fuck for a month.”

All that did was make my sore parched throat even worse so I finally stopped screaming and tried to figure out how I could get away. Besides the clamps on my tits, I had something attached just below my knees that kept my feet spread much wider than my shoulders, making it impossible to step in any direction.

I had no idea how long I was restrained like that but I soon lost all track of time. It was so totally dark, my eyes never became adjusted so I never had any reference point. My arms became tired but I couldn't lower them to massage my aching wrists.

Worst of all, my bladder was fully extended and I knew I couldn't hold off from pissing myself for much longer. Of course, the more I thought about it, the worse it became. I remembered the way we humiliated Clare a couple of months before, making her lay in her own piss before the rest of us pissed on her. At least it was dark and no one would see I rationalized as the first stream of my piss shot out between my legs.

Instantly, two things happened. I heard my piss splashing into a shallow pan beneath my feet and a bright spotlight snapped on directly in my eyes, blinding me temporarily.

When my eyes adjusted to the light, the first thing I saw was a naked teenage girl staring at me just inside a circle of light. The rest of the room remained completely in darkness, although I thought I could make out some people shuffling around. The girl looked to be barely thirteen, her developing tits little more than the conical tip of her bright pink nipples, She had short red hair, matched by a wispy puff above her prominent pussy mound.

Help me,” I pleaded at first, “please get me out of this.”

She didn't say a word, an impish smile growing on her face. Then she squatted down to pick up the metal pan containing my piss. She turned her head to her left and a teenage boy, who looked a little older and with the same flaming red hair and a half hard four inch or so uncut cock, stepped out of the darkness holding a plastic bottle and funnel. They proceeded to pour my piss into the bottle, not getting noticeably upset as they spilled a good portion of it on their hands and the floor when the bottle overflowed.

They both rose with the boy moving behind the girl with his arms engulfing her as he roughly fondled and pinched her tiny tits. She squirmed but I realized immediately it was not the pain in her tits. She was accommodating his hard cock between her butt cheeks.

I imagine by now you're pretty thirsty,” the teen finally said in a squeaky drawl and accent I knew meant she came from a very rural area in the south.

Oh yes...please, I need a drink...please,” I managed to hoarsely whisper through my parched lips.

She grinned again then turned her head to the boy fondling her tits. He nodded his head and she turned back to me.

Well we don't have any water handy,” she explained with seeming regret. “Your piss is pretty dark yellow, but I guess it would do in a pinch.”

What? You want me to drink my own piss?” I replied in horror, trying to shrink away from her as she stepped closer to me.

Me and my brother don't need to piss right now, so I guess yours is all there is,” she grinned devilishly before pouring a small amount on my forehead to drip down my cheeks. “Is it still too warm for you?”

I...I...won't drink...my own...piss,” I sputtered, turning my head only to get some of my piss poured in my right ear.

I'll give you one more chance to do this the easy way,” the teenager said cheerfully, reaching out to cup my right breast. “Nice tits, by the way, I hope mine get this big and soft someday.”

No...no way...I won't...,” I continued to protest as she casually dribbled even more of my own piss on my face and then a few drops on each tit with surprisingly erect nipples.

The hard way then,” a gruff voice called out from the darkness beyond the circle of light a few moments later.

The teenage boy gave the girl's tits one final squeeze hard enough she winced and moved out of my sight behind me. The girl removed the bar between my knees, raised my legs one at a time and fastened my ankles to some sort of posts in the floor. The chains holding my arms above my head began to loosen but instead of coming straight down, I started to fall backward until my entire body was suspended about at the level of the teenagers' waists, with my legs splayed wide open.

The girl brought the bottle to my lips. I tried turning my head as I screamed in protest but the boy held me in place. I tried not to swallow but most of my own piss trickled down my throat with the rest covering my face. They stepped back from the light surrounding me and a moment later the light went out leaving me in total darkness again while hanging from my arms and ankles.

For a few minutes I shrieked every epitaph I could think of, cursing them all. Then I screamed for release as the pain built in my shoulders and legs. I was reduced to tears and outright groveling when the lights snapped on again, this time illuminating the entire room.

Clare's mother stood a few feet from me, wearing what I knew to be her favorite Dominatrix outfit...a cup less leather bustier, crotch less panties and wide mesh stockings. She held a leash in each hand, one attached to her husband's dog collar and the other to Clare's.

Evelyn, for chrissakes, let me down,” I cried seeing her.

She grinned evilly for a moment before looking behind her and gesturing with her head. The teenagers came forward and lowered me to the floor. I lay there panting for a few moments before I looked around to take in everything around me.

Immediately I recognized the old man, the same one who owned the farm we took Clare to some weeks before, another teenage girl and two boys that were there that time as well and four other rough looking men that were probably farm hands of some sort.

You know how Clare is sometimes,” her mother told me almost ruefully as the teens helped me stand. “She really had a good time for her birthday weekend thanks to you and this is her way of repaying you...for the good and the bad.”

I looked over at Clare, instantly seeing the welts on her bare ass. Her eyes were averted and she was panting raggedly, the way she did coming down from an orgasm. In a sudden flash, I also realized she took my cavalier comment about my turn to be gang banged to heart.

Can I at least get some lube first...please...Ma'am?” I asked quietly, resigning myself with what was to happen next.



I couldn't believe the calm that settled over me once I accepted the situation. I struggled to my feet and looked around as a couple of men rolled out a large mat with a cloth covering as the others quickly stripped naked. I've always liked the diversity of men's cocks, long and short, thick and thin, big and small ball sacs and on and on. The guys stripping in that room didn't disappoint in that respect and I even spotted two of my favorite shape, not too long and very thick.

The redheaded girl lightly touched my elbow and gestured toward the mat with her head. I barely got there when two guys threw me down on my back, with one pawing at my tits and the other pushing my legs wide apart. A moment later, I had the first cock of the night in my mouth as someone thrust his hard dick in my cunt.

I didn't even try to keep count or pay all that much attention to who was doing what. I let my body go, enjoying the multiple stimulation of my pussy and tits and ass and mouth all at once.

After perhaps the third guy unloaded in my mouth,I looked up to see the redheaded teenager standing over me. I beckoned her closer, reaching up to fondle her left nipple. She shuddered and lowered herself down until I could just reach her smooth pussy slit with the tip of my tongue. I took a deep breath, inhaling the musky aroma of her sex when a drop of someone's cum oozed from her on to my lips.

Is your brother hard?” I gasped. “I want him to fuck me while I lick your cunt.”

She settled down on my face and a moment later I felt a short thin cock slide into my pussy. I assumed it was the brother. I took her clit between my teeth, rapidly flicking my tongue across the tip as my fingers found the tight entry to her young cunt. Her legs clamped around my head and she began humping my face furiously. Her brother, seeing her climax building, I suppose, started thrusting in and out of me even faster and harder.

He was the first to cum, his body stiffening when he began shooting his jism inside me. The redheaded girl's entire body quivered, cumming on my tongue with my nose buried in her puckered asshole. He rolled off to one side and she slumped on top of me. A moment later, I was flipped on my hands and knees, another cock was shoved in my mouth and, for the first time that night, a dick penetrated my asshole.

I had no idea how long this went on. Finally, none of the guys could get hard again and I licked all the pussies to at least one climax, including Clare and her mother. I sat up to see most of the others had left, with only Clare and her parents and the old man still laying on the mat panting raggedly.

So how did you like your trip to the country” the old man laughed, propping himself up on one elbow to look directly at me, his flaccid dick dangling down.

I hurt everywhere,” I answered him with a grin, “but it was a lot more fun at the end than in the beginning.”

Well, next time I can make it more interesting,” he went on smiling devilishly. “You can have your choice of my German Shepard or the two year old pig or the miniature horse.”

Oh, I want dibs on the horse,” Clare called out before I had a chance to even ask him what he was talking about.

Clare's mother let out a snort before crawling over to the old man and giving him a tongue lashing kiss before she spoke.

And, as you well know, I'll happily take the pig...first.”

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