by Powerone
“We found this floozy snooping around, boss.”
“I’ve seen her nosing around before,” Theodore said back. “I think she needs to be taught a lesson.” He looked at the two men. “You know what to do.” He nodded to them with a smirk on his face. His cock was hard as a rock when he saw her. He hadn’t seen her in years, and she blossomed to a fine young lady with a nice body, an innocent body that was his to do as he pleased.
“My, we certainly are big,” Mary whispered as she reached over and put her hand on his thigh, although she didn’t touch his prick. Just the closeness of it made it jump in his pants.
“Pull up your dress and let us see what’s beneath it,” the ruffian ordered her. He didn’t expect her to do it willingly, so he released her arm, but he swung his hand until it connected on her buttocks. His partner held her other arm as she was jerked forward by the blow. The people in the chairs jumped from the loud noise, not expecting him to spank her.
“OOOOWWW!” No one had ever spanked her before. It burned all the way down to the bone, but she was hit on the other side before the pain of the first blow went away. He’d released her arm, but the other man grabbed her arm and held her to keep her from escaping. “OOOOOWWWWW!” He hit harder, and his hand made her flesh sting painfully. Her buttocks were sore, and the muscles clenched uncontrollably from the pain.
“Ain’t gonna tell you again. Pull up your dress! We love to knock dames around.”
Catherine whimpered, and she saw the man get ready to hit her again. She couldn’t take much more of this. She didn’t expect to feel pain. “No, I’ll do it,” she cried out in surrender.
Joseph loved it when the woman was spanked. That is what made him hard. He knew one of the women at the orphanage had nice, full buttocks that were built for spanking, and she’d be his first. He’d take his time with her to savor all the pleasure of her cries and begging before he would take her.
All of the men had raging erections when Catherine looked forward, and she bent over slightly to grip the bottom of her dress. Her face was flushed, and it grew redder as she slowly pulled the dress up her legs. She paused just beneath her crotch, as her legs were uncovered all the way to the bottom of her garter belt. Another slap to her buttocks reminded her of disobeying, although it wasn’t as painful as the first ones. Did he hit me lighter, or did I get used to it? Or did I begin to like it?
“Above your waist,” he admonished her.
She didn’t stop until her dress was to her waist. She was almost naked from the waist down. No man had ever seen her this way, not even a doctor. Now eight men in the room gazed at her with impunity. She saw some of the men in the chairs reach down to their crotch. It was only then did Catherine realize what they did. She saw the bulges in their trousers as they adjusted their pricks. One of the men had his wife do it for him. One couple in front of the others looked as though they were in charge. She thought she recognized them, but she was too nervous to look directly at their faces. She didn’t want to see what was in their eyes.
“Nice, nice, but take off that dress. We wanna see some skin.”
This she didn’t expect, having to undress in front of all these strangers while being held by two thugs. Now, she feared what might happen. She thought she’d lose her virginity to an older man but not like this. Yet, she had no choice. Her skin was flushed as her trembling hands went to her back. She slid the zipper down effortlessly, all the way past her waist. She felt the front of the dress begin to push away from her body. Her hand grabbed it before it fell away.
“Off with it,” he threatened her. “Look forward as you do it.”
Her hand let go of the front of the dress. She pulled it off her arms, and it slipped down to her waist. She had to nudge it to get it to go over her hips. She felt the silk garment swish softly over her stockings before it fell on her feet.
“Will you look at that? It’s one of them newfangled brassieres. Older women might need something like that to hold up hanging tits, but a young floozy like you should have nice, firm tits. Take it off and flaunt your titties. I want to see more flesh.”
Catherine was red in shame from her head to her toes. She stood there in her undergarments as everyone stared at her near-naked body. Yet, they weren’t satisfied. Her fingers went behind her to try to open the brassiere. It was unfamiliar, and her fingers shook so much that she had trouble.
“I’ll do it.” The thug found the strap in the back with the strange clasp, but he snapped his fingers, and it opened with such ease. He didn’t wait for her. He pushed the straps down each of her arms, and then, he pushed it off. She tried to grab it, but he was too quick. It fell on the floor as she put her arms over her chest as if she could hide those two luscious tits that he saw briefly. He slapped her ass again, this time harder, and there was less protection without the dress. “Put them hands down, and let’s see them big tits.”
Catherine never thought of her breasts as large, but they felt that way now as they were bared for all the men to see. She was ashamed to see her nipples sprout out her dark areolas, and they were so hard. It was as if the slightest breeze in the room caressed them to hardness.
“Put your hands behind your head. Stick them titties out for us.”
It was a shameful pose that she had to make. Her chest was beet red, but her breasts stood up proudly, and her nipples continued to harden, although she didn’t know why. All she knew was that she wanted to touch them.
Theodore watched her push her breasts out for all to see. He saw the shameful blush on her body, and she trembled as she stood there. “Put her on the bed.”
She was shocked by those words. She knew what it meant. “No, no, leave me alone.” Natural instinct, not playacting took over as the men pushed her over to the bed. The back of her legs hit the edge of the bed, and then, she fell onto it, unable to stop her fall as she struggled. The men never let her go as she was pushed onto her back, one on each side of her.
Theodore stood up, and Mary joined him. He looked down at Catherine’s supple body laid out for his pleasure. They stood over her. “Tie her wrists. I don’t want her to go anywhere.”
She struggled more as one of the thugs grabbed both of her arms and pulled them over her head. She looked over her head and saw the other man with leather straps in his hands. The thug was too strong, and she couldn’t move an inch. She felt the cold leather wrapped around her wrists and tied tight, and then, her arms were yanked up high behind her. He tied the leather straps around the headboard and then released her, but she couldn’t move them an inch. She feared they’d spread her legs and tie them open so she could be ravished. She felt some relief when both of the thugs left. She looked up at the couple that stood over the bed. Then, it dawned on her. “Mr. Lewis, Mrs. Lewis.”
Theodore should’ve realized that this might happen, after all, the girls were from wealthy families, although not in the same social strata as them. “Yes, Catherine. Have we met?” He felt a bit of shame at doing this, but as he stared at her half-naked body once again, the shame quickly diminished by his growing erection and arousal.
“It was many years ago when I was younger. It was a charity event.”
“I don’t remember,” he replied.
“What are you going to do?” Her lips trembled as she said it.
Mary began to open up Theodore’s shirt, and her fingers ran over his chest and made his nipples hard. “He’s going to fuck you, Catherine. He’s going to put his cock in that virgin pussy and make you a woman. Then, he’ll fill your pussy with his cum.” Mary grew aroused at what Theodore would do to her, and she’d help him. It made it more degrading that Catherine recognized them. It made it more personal.
“Don’t take your eyes off him, Catherine,” Mary ordered.
She was forced to watch as his wife took his clothes off. She’d never seen a grown man naked, now she’d have to do it in front of an audience. She tried to put the rest of the people out of her mind with her eyes concentrated on Mr. Lewis. He
wasn’t as bad as she expected. She thought a forty-year-old man would be flabby, but Mr. Lewis was in good shape, at least for a man of his age. She was mesmerized as his wife began to take of his pants. She did it slowly, but Catherine couldn’t help but see the bulge in his pants. The slightest touch of his wife’s hands made it jump. She never expected that. His wife pulled his zipper down, and then, she released his pants. They fell to his ankles. She had to force herself to watch, wanting to turn her head away in shame. He wore a pair of white silk undershorts, but it was the prominent bulge that drew her eyes. It looked long and thick beneath it. Catherine was shocked when his wife drew her hand over the front of his undershorts and her fingers curled around his prick. She outlined it in his shorts, making it look even bigger. Her fingers slid up the shaft, and then, they pinched the head of it. The head looked bigger, and there was a shameful spot of wetness on his shorts. Did she make him cum? How come he was still hard?
Mary released his cock. It was time to unveil it to his virgin. She never saw him this hard and big before, proud that her hand could do such a thing after all these years of marriage. Her hands went to the waistband of his undershorts and slowly pulled them down. His prick got caught for a second before she could draw his shorts down. She made sure that she rubbed the waistband of his shorts across his prick to make it jump in pure excitement. She let his short fall to the floor so she could grab his prick. Her fingers curled around the shaft as she held it up for Catherine to see it in all its glory.
She never imagined it to look like that. It had to be over a hand long, and his wife’s fingers could barely get around the girth of it. It was nothing like a boy’s penis. The head was different from the rest of it. It looked like a dark-red hat that sat on the stalk of his prick. The head looked smooth, but the shaft had loose skin that her fingers moved along. Catherine could see more of his leaking cum on the head. Did men always leak like this? It was only when her eyes gazed down did she notice the hairy bulge that hung between his legs like a sack. It was his testicles.
Mary helped to take his shoes, pants and shorts off until he was naked. Catherine didn’t take her eyes off his prick. It was time to prepare her and reveal her virgin pussy for all to see.
CHAPTER 5
Ravished
His prick never stood still. It bounced up and down in front of him as if it had a mind of its own. Did he control it? Her mind wandered with such obscene thoughts. But then, his wife moved toward her. Catherine didn’t know what to expect. She tugged on her hands, but they were bound tight. She couldn’t escape.
“You’re a pretty thing, Catherine. Theodore’s going to love sticking his cock in your pussy. You give him a good ride.”
She didn’t know what she meant, but it was her hand that Catherine watched. It pushed Catherine’s hair from her face, but then, it ran down her cheek. It didn’t stop until it got to her lips. Instinctively, she clenched her lips tight, but it didn’t do any good. Her finger was insistent, pushing into the corner of her mouth until it pushed in. Her lips were curled around it. Then, it dawned on her. She was told that she’d have to take a man in her mouth. Would it be like her finger, but now that she saw how big a prick was, she wondered how something that big would fit inside. It was too thick and long. Then, there was the matter of his leaking cum. It was continuous. She was glad when the finger pulled out, but it ran down her neck. Her nipples hardened instantly as her hand ran over her bosom. Catherine didn’t understand how a woman’s touch could do such a thing. She panicked when the hand ran over her breasts. Her nipples tingled deep in her breast. They were so hard that they almost hurt. Her fingers curled around them until they swelled to such big tips. Catherine could feel the blood pound in them.
Catherine’s body grew flushed once again as her breasts were deserted by her hands, but they moved over her belly. She knew where they were going. “No, no, don’t take them off. No one’s seen me naked before,” she cried out in panic as the fingers ran under the waistband of her undergarment.
“I’m going to slip them off, Catherine. Theodore wants to see your pink, virgin pussy before he fucks it.” She knew he wouldn’t wait much longer. His hand stroked his growing erection, and the head was slick with his leaking juices.
Catherine couldn’t do anything as her undergarment was stripped from her body. It was pulled down over her hips, and Catherine shivered when the soft silk resonated over her pubic hairs. It was as if they quivered all the way to the follicles. They slid down lower and then they were off her legs. She clenched her thighs tightly together to preserve her modesty. His wife stood up next to her.
“Spread your legs, Catherine. All the way to the edges of the bed and keep them there.”
Spread was such a terrible word especially when connected to her legs. She looked at her, but there was no sympathy or reprieve in the look she got back. “Please, don’t make me,” she begged, but her legs began to part slightly. Each time she stopped, all eyes were on her. She saw the other people stare at the foot of the bed. It was a shameful position for Catherine. They all had an unobstructed view between her legs. Once fully parted, all of her virgin quim would be revealed. All the magic and mystery would be gone. Her legs felt like they had hundred-pound weights attached to them as she parted them. She couldn’t look, yet she did. She finally felt relief when her feet hit the edges of the bed. She looked down to see the humiliating pose her body was in. Naked and bound to the bed, her legs were spread wide. She could feel the air in the room blow on her parted pussy lips. She’d said it, pussy. That is what they called it. Yet, she felt something else. She felt a shameful wetness between her legs. Is that like Mr. Lewis when he leaked as he grew aroused? She couldn’t believe that she was aroused by this. It was nothing she expected it would be like when she lost her virginity.
“She’s all yours,” Mary announced to Theodore. But she stood there ready to give him help and encouragement. She wanted him to be satisfied.
“No, no,” the panic set in when Mr. Lewis moved toward the bed. His prick stood out like a giant lance ready to plunder her virgin passage. He was too big. She knew it would hurt the first time, but the size of his prick was sure to do damage to her. She began to close her legs as he sat on the edge of the bed.
“Don’t close your legs, or I’ll tie them spread and over your head,” Mary warned her. He saw her hesitate, but then, her legs finally creeped back to the edges of the bed.
She trembled as his hands reached out to her naked body. This time, it wasn’t a soft, woman’s hand that touched her. It was the rough hand of a man. It moved over her breasts, not to caress but to grab and clench. His prick bounced in front of him from his touch, making him more excited. His fingers sought out her nipples, but two fingers grasped the hard nipple and pinched it. It hurt, shooting to the depths of her breasts, but she couldn’t explain how much harder it became when he released it. He took the other one in the same harsh way, but he yanked it and twisted it until the flesh was gnarled. In spite of his harshness, she felt a tingling between her legs that was undeniable.
“Nice, young tits. I can’t wait to suck them.” He lay down on the bed next to her and turned on his side. His hand slid over her body, but it was his mouth that sought out her hard, pointed nipples that begged for the touch of his lips and tongue.
“AAAHHH!” It shocked her when he laid next to her and his prick touched her naked skin. It was so hot that she thought it would burn her. It jerked and shuddered uncontrollably, and she was sure that she could feel him drip his wetness on her skin to stain her flesh. But, it was his mouth she feared. His hands should’ve offended her, but she felt something she never did before. Did he arouse me with his touch? “NO, nooo,” she begged when his hand grasped onto her naked breast once again, but then, she felt a wet mouth encircle her nipple. It was as if her nipple reached out to be touched as it grew longer and harder. She felt his wet lips suckle her nipple, and then, with powerful suction, he drew it deep into his mouth. His tongue met her nipp
le. It felt rough as it lashed out at the very tip, rasping back and forth over it. The wetness between her legs increased as her breast was suckled like a baby would do.
His cock reared up in pleasure. He loved her young, firm tits, and her nipples were so hard. She might act innocent and unaroused, but her body betrayed her.
He became more demanding as his hand explored her belly and touched her pubic hairs. His head moved from one breast to the other, licking, sucking and biting her nipples, and then, she felt him move. He was getting between her legs. The terror that the final act would begin and she’d feel the monster between his legs seek entrance to her virgin pussy began to set in. She felt his heavy body cover hers, but it was his quivering prick that rubbed on her pussy that she feared. His hand slid between them, and she felt his questing fingers in her bush. They pushed aside her pussy lips, and her body shook from the first touch of a man there. She had touched herself there, but she always pulled them away when she felt the stirrings of arousal. He had no restraints.
“She’s wet,” Theodore proudly proclaimed to everyone. “Her pussy welcomes my magnificent cock. His finger stroked her slit and gathered up her juices. He nuzzled his finger into the tight, virgin opening of her pussy. He pushed in just far enough to find her hymen intact, pleased with the outcome.
“No, nooooo,” she cried out when his fingers touched her so intimately. She feared he’d bust her hymen with his finger. She could feel it stretch, but then, he withdrew it. But, his fingers never deserted her pussy. They slid back up her slit and she felt a sudden wetness as though she had an accident. His finger went to the top of her slit, and she felt the wonderful touch on her pleasure button. She couldn’t believe it felt so good. It tingled to every pore in her body.