Date: Thu, 19 Jul 2007 07:35:35 +0100 (BST)
From: Lucy Hopper <lucybabypet@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: lucy is taken at last 6

  Part 6 by popular demand then, I guess, but I will go much more slowly.

  As before, some days passed, days which only stoked up my desire. At work,
with Joanna gone, everything was peaceful. No romance or passion for a girl
there any more. At night when I went to bed I tried to stroke myself to a peak
so that I could sleep, but all that I had seen and done in recent weeks made
that seem a pathetic substitute. I wanted real warm flesh, strong, hot limbs,
feminine passion beside me and around me and inside me, not my own fingers.


  But still they kept me waiting. One night, as I lay curled up in an armchair
watching an old movie at bedtime, the doorbell rang. I turned out the light and
peeped out through the window. There was no sign of anyone on the doorstep. I
was alarmed. An intruder? But then I heard girlish giggling. And then more. And
Wendy stepped up into view in the darkness of the doorstep and rang the bell
again. I kept the light off and tiptoed out into the communal hall. When the
bell rang again, I swung the door open and grabbed her as she turned. As we
struggled I felt the heat and warmth and youth of her lovely brown muscular
arms, just as toned an so youthful. It took me back ten years to my own
schooldays and languorous moments in the long grass with luscious hot sweaty
girl athletes and gymnasts I was mad for. Whenever they were bored they knew
they could always come over to me in the longer grass and I would massage their
lovely calves and thighs. They called me their personal
 physic. I never dared massage too high, but how how I wanted to!


  These two had not completed much school, I suspected. And not long out of it
either. Tracey pushed me in. She both looked pretty drunk to me. `We came for
you at last!' she said. `We were passing and we figured you'd be ready for
us by now! Surprise!' And then there was pandemonium as a group of three other
girls burst round corner of the porch, giggling and cheering, clutching an
assortment of bottles and cans and I found myself swept back into my room.


  `Ssssh, don't wake the house,' said Wendy, swaying as she held as finger
to her thick sensual lips. I never saw so young a girl with such a cruel mouth
. `We don't want anyone coming down to spoil our fun.'


  `Yeah, OK guys, she's right,' said a commanding looking six footer with
long blonde hair and a snake tattoo on one sinuous arm. She reminded me of a
girl high jumper who used to fuck my brother. But this one was clearly only
interested in women. She was already looking at me with such speculative lust
that the hairs began to stand up all over my forearms and the back of my neck.
`We don't need interruptions. This is going to be so sweet. You ever been
gangbanged by girls, honey? It won't exactly be fun for you, but by the time
we've finished with you^Å'


  `I told you, Cammie - Jo and Madeline have both had her. She won't need any
training,' said Tracey impatiently.' She's been fisted and taken ten times
in a night.'


  `Jo and Madeline, Jo and Madeline, that's all you ever talk about,' Cammie
sneered. She pushed me into my room. Somebody shut the door behind me. I could
see now that she and the other three were some years older than the first two,
mid to late twenties - like actresses in a B movie playing part-time
waitresses, strippers, hustlers, hookers maybe; tarts, bleached hair, bad skin,
bottled tans, lean tough, but oh God so sexy! Just the sort of rough stuff I
had seen from across the road late at night, watched in groups from my passing
car and longed for.'


  `Well she's very, very hot, I have to say!' said Cammie. `Let's get the
show on the road! She moved up to, stood close and felt me slowly through my
soft pyjama shorts. `Mmmmm, that feels good, I bet? Soft material loving
against your pussy with good strong fingers inside it, mm honey? She continued
to stroke me, making no attempt to get inside my shorts, just running her
fingers against me and then suddenly gripping me with the hard part of her hand
and squeezing slowly, staring slowly into my eyes. Her breath smelt of
cigarettes and booze, but I didn't care.


  My hair was scraped back into a rough pony tail and one of the other girls,
the oldest of the group with short blonde hair and tattooed muscular arms set
off by her bright yellow sleeveless top, pulled me by it and jerked my head
right back, exposing my taut throat. `Thanks, Marie. I'll give her a kiss to
remember,' said Cammie and she kissed me deep on my stretched throat where the
marks Joanna had left were only just disappearing. Her mouth moved up to mine
and she slowly slid her hand inside my waistband to find my warm wet hairy
pussy inside. I whimpered. The three of us were still standing by the wall.


  Tracey moved behind us and slid her finger inside my ass at the same time as
Cammie was working me from the front, almost lifting me off my feet. My legs
began to buckle.

  `Oh no!' said Cammie, jerking me upright again. `We're going to have you
standing up first.' Marie let my hair go and ran her hands over my shoulders,
sliding them inside my pyjama top and running down to my breasts. `Jeez,
girls, nipples like hoses!' she said, `pointing and oh so perky.'


  Just then there was a sharp rap on my door and Mrs Henderson, my landlady
came in. `I've told you before Lucy,' she said angrily.' You cannot have
noisy visitors at this time of night.' She had an old dressing gown wrapped
round her, cream on her face and her hair, too, was pulled back from her face
for bed, but in a long plait. She suddenly took in the scene and what they were
doing to me and she screamed. She actually screamed in horror, really loudly.
`Lord alive, girl, what are they doing to you? I'll ring for the police!'

  The third girl, a silent, swarthy girl, long black hair, Hispanic, buxom, in
a tight top through which her nipples pushed aggressively, heavy in the thigh
in a short denim skirt, slipped behind my landlady and shut the door. `Aw, now
you don't wanna call the cops, honey!' she said. 'Let Dolores look after
you!'


  `It's all right, Mr Henderson,' I said desperately, `just a bit of fun.`
I doubled up as Cammie stroked my pussy again and Mrs Henderson gasped. Cammie
laughed at her.

  `Come on, sugar. I bet you've not been touched in years!' said Dolores,
sliding her hands round Mrs Henderson's dressing gown from behind and parting
the front.


  Mrs Henderson was going to scream really hard but a dark hand covered her
mouth and Dolores slipped a hand inside and pulled a big round breast from
rather faded baggy nightie. `Hey, these are nice, baby!' she said.' We get
some of that cream off your face and up your pussy we'll give you a real good
night to remember.'


  I started to shout. but Marie was still behind me and she put a hand round my
mouth too. Tracey giggled. God, she was drunk. Or high. I guess they were all
high. And she moved round in front of Mrs Henderson and slowly stripped her as
Dolores held her. `Hey, she's only, what forty and really firm' she said,
pulling down the nightie.


  `Boobs a bit saggy after maybe a couple of kid,' said Cammie whose hands
were now driving me wild sliding in and out of me and exploring every sensitive
spot on my pussy lips. `but good and round.'


  Dolores still held the poor woman from behind, biting her neck and groping
her breasts as Tracey stooped in front of her and began to stroke her hands
through her thick pussy hairs. Then she bent forward and started to eat her
out. They fought the struggling woman for no more than fifteen seconds before
her grunting turned to moaning under the insistent tongue of the teenage girl
and the nipple plucking fingers of the Spanish girl.

  `Hey, let's have a race!' shouted Marie. 'See if we can make this bitch
cum before yours! Standing, mind!'


  They all laughed and then they worked on our helpless captive bodies as we
swayed and moaned in their arms. I began to feel as erotically supercharged at
the sight of what the other two women were doing to my unfortunate middle aged
landlady, now plumply naked, as I was turned on in the hands of Cammie, about
whom I was now absolutely crazy. She was whispering such filth in my ears as
she and Marie kissed and sucked and fondled me and probed and pushed their
knees and thighs and fingers into me. And always she whispered the filth, so
exciting, so depraved.



  Then Mrs Henderson suddenly gave a wild cry and turned in Dolores' arms and
began to kiss her back with a abandoned passion that it silenced everyone and
as she kissed her, the stooping Tracey grabbed her knees and thrust her head
right up between her legs, way up into her, and sucked her pussy like a vacuum
cleaner and then she was cumming, cumming, cumming with such a shriek.

  `We win! We win!' shouted Tracey, emerging from between her legs.

  `
  `Cum bitch! Cum!' Cammie yelled in my ear and then she clamped her savage
mouth on mine and kissed me with such fierceness as Marie played both my holes
with equal expertise and I threw my head back and howled like a dog as Marie
began to fist me in the pussy where I stood swaying and still Cammie kissed me
on and on.


  By now Mrs Henderson was wrapping herself round Dolores, such a lovely white
plump round body, quite delectable really, shoulders and breasts sol round, so
soft looking, and now Tracey was fingering her up between the legs from behind.
The sight set me off again as that fist pumped into me so smoothly and sweetly.


  `You got kids in the house, honey?' said Dolores.


  `With their dad for the weekend,' she gasped and with that the other woman
had her out through the doorway in a headlock, as she moaned and gasped. Tracey
let go and stood, startled alone.

  `Never mind, Trace, you can have a go here. I have to go and get my car,'
said Marie, releasing me at last. `My girl's coming back from work real
soon.'

  Cammie let me go, too. I crumpled to; the floor at last. `I'm going to have
some of that Henderson woman!' she said. `I don't see why Dee should have
her to herself. She is going to be one wonderful all night job!' Then she was
gone and upstairs. Already we could hear Mrs Henderson's voice rising into a
sexual wail of frenzied shock and pleasure as Dolores got to work on her pale
plump body in earnest.

  Tracey lifted me from the floor and dragged me over to the bed, roughly. `I
waited long enough to have you for myself,' she said. `Now I'm going to take
you apart!'


  I started to make a token fight back, but we both knew I was only acting. It
was clear from the way that I cling to her gorgeous stocky teenage body that I
wanted her to do terrible things to me. `You got any, toys?' she hissed,
sliding her tongue deep into my mouth and stroking my sodden pussy with fingers
that knew so much for a girl so young.


  I shook my head. `I don't use them. No, wait, a girl once brough a strap on
but I wouldn't let her use it. In bottom drawer.' I clung to her as she went
to cross to the dresser. I wanted her weight still on me, her hands still
dominating me every second. She smacked me in my mouth, then kissed it again.
`Oh GOD, I have to do you so hard!' she said.


  She slid the drawer open and pulled out the big thick dildo and the straps
dangled in front of her thick muscular thighs, brown halfway up and then white
to her fantastic firm ass. `Mmm, expensive!' she said with a laugh. She held
it in front of her. My heart stopped. So did my aversion to toys. I wanted her
to fuck me so hard. She strutted over to the bed, still holding it. `C'mon,
help me to strap it on real tight. We don't want it coming off while it's
right up your tight pussy.'


  I reached forward with shaking hands and helped here to tighten it. She
turned again. All suntanned, muscular teenage girl with a ludicrous thick cock
to slide right up to me. She stroked it lovingly. `Now suck my cock, bitch!
She laughed. `I want it wet and ready, no waaaaiiit, there's lubricant with
it here! Just like back and wait for it, honey!'


  I suddenly heard Mrs Henderson's screams rise to a new pitch and Cammie's
husky voice as well as they stepped up their efforts on her upstairs. `Oh yes,
yes, yes! Oh my dear Lord!' she cried. `Harder!'


  I could see it was affecting Tracey, too.


  She fucked me for forty minutes with that thick, thick dildo. I held her
plunging hips, watched her sweat soaked brown thigh muscles rippling as she did
me deep, deep deep, but always so smooth and easy. The skill of an accomplished
athlete. `On the swimming team. Breaststroke champion,' she said, sensing my
wonder at her muscular control and strength. She cupped her beautiful firm
young breasts. `Swimming is great for everything,' she said.

  I reached up and sucked her breasts as hard as I could, sucked those nipples
and then fell back as she fucked me more. She was panting with the effort now -
long, hard fast strokes and then as I began to cum as I had never cum before,
her eyes shone. `Scream, scream real loud, let them hear it upstairs,' she
said. `Beg for it1'


  `Harder, fuck me harder! Oh yes Tracey! You own me, you own me! I'm yours.
You can do anything you want to me.' I screamed as I jerked and came again and
again and she pulled it out and thrust it away from her and kissed me again and
I got my hands into her at last and stroked and squeezed and then she was
holding and jerking herself on my clenched hands and cumming herself in long
gasps. She smacked me in the face again as she continued to cum. `I am still
in charge! She gasped. `I own you' and then as I began to gush between my
legs at the very final submission of it all, she leant back into a crouch and
laughing triumphantly began to pee down on me in a golden splashing arc that
fell all over my body and then on my face and then she was down on me again,
squeezing my throat and roaring in my ear. `I can do ANYTHING to you. You know
you belong to me now for as long as I want you.'


  And still she hadn't finished with her abasement of me.


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