American Blue

by Penny Birch

  The others had assumed the position too, all except Tiffany, who was still arguing with the referee, only to break off with a squeak as Shana took her by one ear and twisted. For a moment I thought there would be another fight, but Tiffany suddenly went limp, hanging her head as Shana let go.

  ‘On your knees, bitch,’ the black girl ordered. ‘You can suck my dick before I fuck you, and maybe it’ll go in up that tight cunt of yours a bit more easy.’

  Tiffany’s face was working in fury as she got down on her knees, but she did as she was told, taking the thick black dildo which was poking up from under Shana’s skirt in her mouth and sucking on it exactly as if it had been a real cock. The cameraman zoomed in for a close-up, to leave no doubt whatsoever of what Tiffany was being made to do, then out again, to catch the expression on Shana’s face as she looked down at her defeated rival.

  The crowd were quieter now, and I could imagine the sound of the drool running from their mouths as the girls of the Brooklyn Bitches closed in on us. Jessica was next to Tiffany and got taken by Mel, who seemed to have gained the position of Shana’s number two. I watched Jessica biting her lip in shame and consternation as the slit of her shorts was opened and the tip of the dildo put to her cunt, then her mouth spreading wide in sudden, helpless ecstasy as she was filled with eight inches of thick black shaft.

  Next came the Princess, looking thoroughly sorry for herself as Bambi Bailey got behind her, then gasping in shock as the slit of her shorts was pulled wide to show off her cunt and anus to the jeering crowd.

  ‘That’s my girl!’ Buttman remarked, and stepped a little closer, looking on with an approving paternal grin as his daughter inserted her dildo deep into the Princess’s body.

  Tiffany was still sucking, but was quickly put on her knees and entered, leaving four girls in a line with the dildoes working in their cunts. Abi May was already behind Bobby, our best player and theirs, but she was teasing her, with lubricant smeared between her victim’s cheeks as she rubbed the dildo up and down, so that when it finally went in there was a thick squelch. That left Jemima and me, kneeling for Felicita and Maria, who seemed in no great hurry, discussing the rival merits of our bottoms as they looked down on us.

  ‘The short one is fatter,’ Maria was saying, ‘and it will be nice to push against those big cheeks, but I don’t know, the other is perky, and so very young.’

  ‘Choose either,’ Felicita replied generously. ‘I will fuck the other, and perhaps after a while we will change places?’

  Maria responded with a shrug and a smile, gave a last glance between me and Jemima and got down, right behind me. I braced myself, but couldn’t keep back a sob as the slit of my shorts was pulled wide to show me off. She held me like that, my bumhole and pussy on show to one entire side of the hall, inspecting me.

  Jemima had simply been entered. Felicita got down on her knees, applied a dab of lubricant to both strap-on and cunt and pushed one up the other without ceremony. A little humiliation had shown in the set of Jemima’s mouth as she was prepared for entry, but as with Jessica it quickly gave way to pleasure, and she was already moaning and tossing her head when Maria put her strap-on to my pussy.

  A fresh sob broke from my mouth as I felt myself stretch, which became a moan as I filled up, my pussy agape on the thick shaft as she began to pump into me, and I’d lost any chance of retaining a scrap of pride or dignity. It was too much, far too much. I was side by side with my niece, both of us being fucked by golden-skinned Hispanic girls, our cunts working to the motion of the dildoes as they pushed in and out, unable to restrain our gasps and pants for all the filthy display we were making of ourselves.

  Nor were we the only ones. There were six of us, our bottoms lifted, our furry pink shorts open, the dildoes inside us as our conquerors amused themselves with our bodies, the crowd howling their approval and calling out obscene suggestions to the victorious Bitches. Then there were the cameramen, four of them, moving round us to record our shame from every possible angle, well back to take in the whole debauched panorama, close up to record our cunt mouths pulling in and out on the shafts of the dildoes, from behind and up the Bitches’ skirts, so that even they weren’t spared the worldwide display of their bottoms.

  I could take it, abandoned to the pleasure of my fucking, but not quite enough to make me disgrace myself completely and put a hand back to my pussy. All I had to do was mark time, or so I thought, until Shana called out from the far end of the line.

  ‘OK, girls, up with their tops, let the boys see those titties!’

  It had been rehearsed. As one they reached down to grab our bra tops. Shana called out ‘One! Two! Three!’ in a loud, clear voice full of sadistic glee, and my top was up, my titties swinging bare under my chest to the motion of my fucking, which had never so much as slowed.

  The others were no better off than me, Jemima’s tiny boobs shivering to the thrusts, Bobby’s the same, the Princess’s bigger, heavier pair bouncing and slapping to the motion as Bambi Bailey pushed into her. Jessica and Tiffany I could barely see, but I knew they’d been bared too, and with the thought of the same humiliation being inflicted on all six of us simultaneously I gave in.

  My hand went back to find the slit of my shorts, and my eager, greedy cunt within. I began to rub, circling my clit. Maria saw what I was doing and started to laugh. Felicita noticed, and others among the crowd as well, causing a ripple of amusement and excitement to run through them.

  ‘Look, the little fat one’s rubbing her cunt!’ somebody yelled, and a cameraman ducked down, filming me as I masturbated in front of five hundred people.

  I was whimpering with shame even as I did myself, but I couldn’t stop. It was all too much for me, to be kneeling there in my absurd bunny costume, the last in a line of well-fucked girls, my own niece next to me, my bare titties swinging beneath me, my bottom squashing to Maria’s thrusts, my ridiculous rabbit ears waving to and fro, my stupid little tail bobbing above my spread cheeks, the juice from my cunt running down over my fingers. I hadn’t needed lubricating, not me, I’d been ready, like the filthy, grovelling little fuck slut I am …

  My scream rang out around the hall as I came, louder even than the calls of my jeering audience. A second peak hit me and I screamed again, and a third time, before every last drop of energy in my body left me at the same instant and I slumped down, Maria’s dildo slipping from my body. As I collapsed to the floor my gaping hole closed with a loud fanny fart.

  The next few moments passed in a haze. People were shouting and somebody had turned on some ear-splitting music. Hands gripped me and for one awful moment I thought we’d been thrown to the crowd, with five hundred or more men expecting to take turns with us, no doubt in every hole and in every way imaginable. The reality was almost as bad, with somebody twisting my arms up behind my back as another gripped me around the waist. I was protesting weakly and began to struggle as I realised it was Shana and Melody.

  ‘Hold her, Maria,’ Shana ordered, and my ankles were taken as well.

  ‘What are you doing!’ I gasped. ‘Get off! You’ve had me, haven’t you?’

  ‘Tiffany says we can have you for tonight,’ Shana answered me.

  ‘Maybe she does, but—’

  My protest ended in a muffled grunt as something moist and faintly sour was thrust into my mouth, some girl’s panties. A piece of rope was looped around my head, holding whoever’s underwear it was firmly in my mouth, more circled my wrists and ankles, my thighs and midriff, and in double-quick time I’d been trussed up like a chicken ready for roasting, with my tits still out and the slit of my shorts open to show me off behind.

  They picked me up bodily, ignoring my frantic wriggling, and began to carry me towards the door. I tried desperately to signal to somebody, but it was no use. The other Tribeca Tails were standing up now, and watching, not just Tiffany, but all five in full approval of my kidnap, even Jemima. Nor was there the slightest hope of rescue from the crowd, who were clapping the Bitches
and cheering them on as I was taken away. At the door I caught a last glimpse of Hudson, who appeared to be sharing a joke with Buttman Bailey, and then a bag was pulled over my head, blotting out the scene and most of the light.

  I was still wriggling, but only succeeded in making them drop me, which hurt, and then I was bundled into the back of a van. We started almost immediately, the girls all around me laughing and joking, fondling my breasts and feeling the outline of my bottom through my shorts, slapping my thighs and cheeks, even fingering my pussy. I lay squirming on the floor, unable to stop it, not sure if I wanted it, full of arousal and panic and a dozen other emotions, my body sweaty and aching, my mouth full of the taste of one of my captors’ panties. She seemed to have wet herself before taking them off.

  The ride wasn’t long, but I had no idea whatsoever where I was as they hoisted me out of the van. I heard one of them urge the others to silence, then a giggle and a thump as a door was pushed quickly open. There were stairs, another door, and I was thrown on a mattress, where I was left to writhe helplessly in my bonds while they popped the caps of beer bottles and lit up marijuana cigarettes, the sound and smells penetrating the bag over my head.

  It was all I could do to wriggle my toes and fingers, but I tried, hoping to signal them to at least untie me. They took no notice, drinking and smoking and laughing amongst themselves with ever greater excitement. Out of sheer desperation I began to chew through the piece of rope in my mouth, and then the bag was finally pulled off my head. I was looking straight up into the light and for a moment could see only vague shapes, but my vision quickly cleared. They were looking down at me, all six of them in a ring around the filthy, stained mattress where I lay. I tried to plead with my eyes, and Shana spoke up.

  ‘Oh yeah, I am going to enjoy this.’

  ‘Are you sure she’ll be willing, Mel?’ Abi May asked. ‘She doesn’t look it.’

  ‘She’s a slut,’ Melody answered. ‘Spank her and she’s up for anything.’

  ‘Who gives a fuck anyway?’ Shana demanded. ‘I want to come.’

  ‘So we ought to spank her?’ Felicita queried.

  ‘It would be kind,’ Mel told her.

  The ropes were cutting into me, every muscle in my body seemed to be on fire, and I was still trying to make frantic signals with my eyes, only to be rolled over, face down. They tucked my legs up to my belly, so my bum was stuck high in the air, a fat, furry pink ball, with my slit open to show off between my cheeks. One of them laughed at the sight, and they began to spank me, all six of them trying to get at my bum at once.

  I fell over on my side but they hauled me up again. I tried to crawl away, shuffling on my tightly bound legs, but they simply came with me, giggling to see the absurd display I was making of myself and spanking all the harder for my insolence. I wriggled and squirmed, shaking my bottom and grunting through the soiled panties in my mouth, but the stinging slaps continued to rain down until my bottom was aglow.

  It stopped when Shana mounted me, her thighs cocked wide across my body, her pussy rubbing against my bottom and the fur of my shorts. The others began to cheer her on, urging her to make herself come against my flesh, but she suddenly stopped, squatting on my bottom as her fingers began to tug at the knot holding my panty gag in place. It came free, the rope went loose and I spat out the filthy panties, gasping for breath and trying to get out a thank you at the same time.

  She didn’t bother to reply, but twisted me over on to my back, swung her legs forward and stood over me, her legs braced on either side of my head. The others saw what she was doing and called out their encouragement, urging her to sit on my head. She waited a moment, letting what was about to happen to me sink in, and squatted down. Her blue and white skirt floated up around her hips, and her bare bottom was in my face.

  ‘Eat me out,’ she demanded. ‘Lick my butthole, and no bullshit. I know you do it.’

  I already was, my tongue poked well in up the tight, sweaty little hole and my mouth full of the taste of her. She hadn’t given me much choice, sitting full on my face so that her cheeks spread, bumhole to mouth. To lick was pure instinct.

  ‘She’s doing it,’ Shana moaned. ‘That’s it, babe, right in, taste my—’

  She broke off with a sigh and gave her bottom a little wiggle to encourage me. I already had my tongue in as far as it would go, still in pain but lost to the filthy, humiliating thrill of being made to lick her anus. The others were laughing and touching me, fingers probing my pussy and tickling in my open crease. Something was stuck in me, I didn’t know what, and they began to fuck me as I kissed and lapped at Shana’s open, slippery bumhole.

  ‘Ass-licking little slut!’ one of the Hispanic girls called, and she began to spank me, jamming whatever was up my cunt in with every slap.

  ‘Stick one up her butthole!’ another girl urged.

  ‘You got it,’ Bambi Bailey answered, and something round was pushed into my anus.

  I was slimy with my own juices, and my hole spread immediately, taking whatever thick, hard object they’d decided to force up me. The girls laughed to see how soft and easy I was, Bambi pushed again and the round thing was in my rectum, my bumhole half closed over it, a sight which sent them into fits of giggles. One went down on me, jiggling the things in my holes as she licked.

  Shana moved a little, pushing her cunt into my face and demanding that I make her come. I didn’t need telling, licking as best I could as she rubbed herself on my chin and lips and the nose of my bunny mask. Her hands found my breasts, squeezing hard and pinching at my nipples to set me writhing underneath her, until her moans turned to cries and she came on my face.

  I was barely given time to take a breath before Melody replaced Shana, spreading her full black bottom in my face and giving it an encouraging wiggle to get me going. My brief glimpse of light had shown the girls all around me, and that it was Bambi Bailey down on my cunt. She was going to make me come, but a moment before I hit my peak she pulled back, giggling. I heard a door bang, and a gravelly, strongly accented voice.

  ‘Very nice! Mind if I join you?’

  It was Buttman Bailey, and I knew what that meant. I was going to be sodomised. Mel had kept her bottom firmly in my face, and all I could manage was a wriggle of protest, but my heart wasn’t really in it anyway. They had me, completely, and the thought of getting that wrinkled old dwarf’s cock up my bottom would be the final, perfect humiliation. He spoke again.

  ‘I’ve got her bags for her, and it looks like the dirty bitch had been shopping. Look what she bought!’

  I didn’t need to see in order to know what it was – my pussy pump.

  The girls immediately broke into excited giggling, and even in the condition they’d got me in I felt a sharp stab of embarrassment. A moment more and I felt the suction cup press against my sex, encasing my pussy and sucking. I was sobbing into Mel’s bottom as I felt my cunt start to swell, with the girls giggling over the view as my sex lips grew, bulging fat and shiny within the hard plastic.

  What had been in my hole had been sucked out, and was now squashed between the plastic of the suction cup and the puffy, bloated lips of my sex, only to squeeze back up as my cunt grew to full, engorged size and there was nowhere left to go but my hole. I felt fingers trying to burrow in up my bottom and quickly pushed before they could hurt me. The object inside came out with a plop and one of them gave a squeal of joyful disgust.

  I could hear sucking noises, Buttman Bailey being brought to erection in some girl’s mouth, and thought about his growing cock and where it was going. Hudson had told me about him, how he always buggered the girls if they’d let him, and in my tight bondage and helpless arousal there was nothing I could do to stop him adding me to his list.

  He did, grabbing my thighs and prodding his erection at my bumhole. I felt it touch, and the knuckles of whichever girl was guiding him in. My bumhole was still half open and gave in to the pressure easily, his helmet popping in past my ring and deeper, stuffed unceremonio
usly into my rectum. The buggering had begun.

  They still had the suction cup on my pussy but pulled it free, leaving my fat, blubbery cunt lips wobbling to his thrusts as he used my bumhole. Fingers touched my sex, exploring my swollen, straining flesh, probing my hole, knuckling my clit, then a tongue and I was being licked as I was sodomised, and still with my tongue well up Melody’s bottom.

  I could picture myself all too easily, my body trussed up like an oven-ready chicken, my face invisible beneath Melody’s big black bottom save for where my rabbit ears stuck out at the top, my tits quivering to Buttman Bailey’s thrusts as he worked himself in my bumhole, my cunt sticking out from the slit of my ridiculous furry pink shorts, bloated and blubbery and fat, my clit a swollen, sensitive bulb as I was licked to ecstasy.

  My orgasm swept up as I held the picture in my head, as much pain as ecstasy, my muscles jerking in my bonds and both holes in tight contraction, my pussy empty but my bumhole squeezing on Buttman’s cock, which brought him off. He grunted, thrust deep and I knew he’d spunked in my rectum, bringing me to another peak, higher even than the first. My back arched tight, I pushed my tongue as deep up Melody’s bumhole as it would go and I was riding my ecstasy, a long, agonising moment that ended in a final sharp peak when the cock up my bum was jerked free and thrust into the mouth of whichever one of the Brooklyn Bitches had been licking me.

  As I finished, my whole body seemed to fall in on me. They didn’t care, but continued to use me, six eager, drunken sluts, black and white and honey-gold, their pussies and bums in my face, their fingers penetrating me and groping at my flesh, until my entire world had dissolved in a mist of pain and pleasure and sweaty, slippery girl flesh.