The Degradation of Tricia, Part 6
By Lia Anderssen
Tricia was more than grateful for the chance to clean herself. She let the water
flow over her skin, washing the spunk of the three men and two boys from her,
along with the grass stains in her back and buttocks, and the accumulated sweat
from her ordeal. She shampooed her hair, watching as the leaves and twigs fell
from it and washed down the plug hole. Only when she finally felt clean again
did she emerge.
She knew she didn't have much time, and she was anxious not to incur
Bella's wrath. She found a hairdryer in the bathroom and used it to dry her hair
as best she could. Then she ran a brush through it and hurried to the door.
Just beside the door was a full-length mirror and she paused beside it,
and gazed at her reflection. The sight of her nude body brought her back to
reality with a jolt. She ran her eyes down over her breasts, the nipples still
swollen by the treatment meted out to her by the two schoolboys. Her gaze
dropped to her crotch and she winced slightly at the prominence of her slit.
Even with pubic hair her pussy had always been very visible. Shaved, her slit
stood out much more. Thankfully the marks made by the girls' towels that morning
had faded, but still there was a redness about her nether lips that betrayed the
fuckings she had received that day.
Tearing her eyes from the humiliating image, Tricia made for the front
room. On the way she had to go through the kitchen and endure Ambrose's lustful
gaze.
In the front room the other girls were all lounging about chatting.
Clearly the two schoolboys were no longer at the cabin, a source of relief to
Tricia who's enforced nudity was embarrassing enough in the presence of Bella
and her friends.
"What kept you so long, Cunt?" asked Bella harshly.
"I-I had to clean myself up."
"She was washing all that spunk out of her cunt, the dirty bitch," put
in Jenny. "I bet you loved having those bikers' cocks up you, didn't you?"
Tricia blushed, but made no reply.
"Anyway, Cunt, you've got an invitation," went on Bella.
Tricia stared at her curiously. "What..."
"The couple at the place down the road saw you today wandering about
bare-assed. They saw you come into the cabin. The woman called round this
afternoon looking for you."
"Looking for me?" said Tricia in alarm.
"Sure. Maybe she fancies naked sluts."
The other girls giggled at this remark, and Tricia felt her color
deepen.
"Anyhow, they're having a barbecue tonight, and we're all invited. But
they asked if you'd go round beforehand and help them prepare."
"Me? Why me?"
"Who gives a fuck? Their place is about half a mile down the track. The
one with the red doors and windows. You'd better get going."
Tricia glanced down at herself. "What, go like this, with nothing on?"
Bella shook her head. "You are such a slut," she said. "Of course you
can't go like that. Whatever made you think you could? These are respectable
people. You can't just turn up with no clothes on."
Once again Tricia had been out maneuvered by Bella. In suggesting she
might go to these people's cabin in the nude, she had made it sound like her
idea. Now, as she listened to the tut-tutting of the other girls, she felt like
kicking herself for giving them the opportunity to mock her even more.
"Go over to the coffee table," said Bella. "You're clothes are there,
though why I'm lending you anything after you lost my dress I don't know."
Tricia made her way across to the table, her heart thumping. She wanted
nothing more than to cover her nudity, to hide her private parts from the stare
of everyone she encountered. When she reached the table, though, she felt a
coldness at the pit of her stomach once more.
On the table lay a pair of red, patent leather shoes with high stiletto
heels. Beside them was a scrap of shiny red PVC and a red scarf about two
inches wide and two feet long.
She turned to Bella. "What's this?"
Bella shook her head impatiently. "It's your fucking outfit. Now get it
on quick. You're late as it is!"
Tricia bent down and picked up the shiny red object. It was a pair of
PVC panties, but not like any the unfortunate youngster had ever seen, or ever
dreamed of wearing. They were very tiny indeed, with the smallest of triangles
to cover the crotch, and most of the rest little more than string.
Tricia stepped into the pants and pulled them up. That was a task in
itself, as they were very small. She hauled the tiny waistband up as high as she
was able, wincing slightly as the thin cord bit into the crack of her backside.
The girls giggled as she adjusted the garment. The front was cut so low
that any normal girl would have found it difficult to cover her crotch. For poor
Tricia it was almost impossible, her prominent pussy lips threatening at any
moment to come into sight, revealing her hard little clit to all and sundry. For
the first time since she had shaved it, Tricia was glad of her bald pussy mound.
There was no way these panties would have covered her bush.
She picked up the strip of red material and looked at it quizzically.
There was only one way she could see of wearing it, and that was by draping it
about her neck. She did so, tugging at the two ends so that they dropped down
over her bare breasts. She searched for some kind of strap that might hold it in
place, but there was none. The two ends simply hung down over her jutting orbs,
providing the minimum of cover from the front, and almost none from the sides.
When she leant forward to place the shoes on the floor, the scarf simply fell
away, revealing her luscious young breasts completely.
Tricia slipped her feet into the shoes. The heels were very high, much
higher than she was used to, and she tottered slightly as the heels clacked on
the wooden floor. Then she rearranged the ends of the scarf over her breasts
once more and turned to face the giggling girls.
"Go brush your hair," ordered Bella. "Then get back here."
Tricia made her way back to the servants' quarters and slipped into the
bathroom. There she paused before the mirror, realizing at once why Bella had
wanted her to go there. She obviously knew that Tricia would be forced to see
her reflection and take in the full horror of the way she was dressed. The
teenager gave a gasp of dismay as she eyed herself. The panties were positively
obscene, plunging down so low as to scarcely cover her thick cunt lips, the
thin, tight material outlining their shape perfectly. From behind she was as
good as naked, the tiny strap disappearing completely into her crack, leaving
her buttocks completely bare.
She tried to adjust the scarf, pulling it down over her breasts. This
too provided hardly any concession to modesty, the light material almost
impossible to keep in place so that the slightest movement would reveal her
breasts completely. Her nipples didn't help, the exposure making them stand out
stiffly, pushing the cloth away from her soft mounds.
Tricia brushed her hair, then returned to the front room. Bella ran a
critical eye over her.
"Still the total slut," she remarked. "Well, you'd better get going.
We'll be along later when we've put some decent clothes on."
"Wh-where am I going?" asked Tricia nervously.
"Turn right out the drive. It's on your right. Even an idiot like you
couldn't miss it. Get going."
Tricia opened her mouth to plead for more clothing. Then she thought the
better of it. Amid the sniggers of the watching girls she made her way to the
door.
On reaching the front entrance, she paused, very nervous about leaving
the house dressed as she was. She pushed the door open and glanced right and
left. There was nobody in sight. Her heart pounding, she stepped out onto the
track.
It was a beautiful summer evening, warm with barely a breeze. Under
normal circumstances she would have been delighted to be in such a peaceful
place. But these were far from normal circumstances. Tricia was barely clothed,
the panties little short of obscene. The scarf too offered almost no cover, and
she was constantly straightening it over her recalcitrant nipples which
persisted in standing stiffly from her breasts, betraying the perverse arousal
which she was trying hard to suppress.
The shoes were no help, either. Quite apart from their tarty appearance,
the high heels were difficult to walk in for someone like Tricia, who was
accustomed to flat, more sensible footwear. The youngster tottered along,
dreading the thought of meeting anyone, anxiously searching for the house to
which she had been summoned.
Two men appeared ahead of her. They were in their thirties, and were
carrying fishing gear. Self-consciously Tricia adjusted her scarf, sensing the
heat rise in her cheeks as she felt their eyes upon her.
As they came closer to the scantily clad teenager, the pair stopped,
making no secret of their interest in the strange and erotic sight that greeted
them. Tricia stared straight ahead, trying not to respond to their grinning
faces, their eyes traveling frankly over her slim form.
Just as she was almost level with them a gust of wind caught her scarf,
blowing it back. It flew from her shoulders and landed on the ground right in
front of the pair.
As it came off, Tricia made a grab for it. But in vain. She simply
succeeded in giving the men a perfect view of her bare breasts before she
realized how exposed she was. She reached up quickly, covering her nipples with
her hands, her face bright crimson as she watched one of the men stoop down and
pick up the scarf. He examined it briefly, then held it out to the devastated
youngster.
"Your top, I believe," he said.
Tricia was obliged to uncover her breast as she reached out and took the
scarf from the man. She placed it over her shoulders, giving the pair an
unrestricted view of both of her bare boobs as she did so.
"Th-thank you," she stammered.
"Our pleasure."
She turned, aware that she was offering the pair a perfect view of her
virtually bare buttocks as she walked away, trying to retain an air of dignity,
a task made more difficult by the awful shoes. As she walked away the men's
laughter rang in her ears, and she felt the shame envelop her once more.
It took nearly fifteen minutes to reach the house. In that time se
encountered two other couples. They stared at her as she passed, but made no
comment, and this time she clung onto the scarf, ensuring that's its meager
coverage gave her some respite from their stares.
As she approached the house, new misgivings overcame her and her
footsteps faltered. Who were these strangers who had asked her to visit? What
could they possibly have thought when they saw her walking naked through the
woods? What if Bella had got it wrong? And what would they say when they saw how
she was dressed? She hesitated for some time on the doorstep before plucking up
enough courage to ring the bell.
A short wait ensued, then Tricia shivered as she heard footsteps
approaching. She rearranged the scarf over her stiff nipples for the umpteenth
time, then let her hands fall to her sides as the door opened.
"Yes?"
The figure at the door was some kind of servant. She was dark-skinned,
and wore an almost classic maid's uniform consisting of a black pinafore dress
buttoned to the neck, a white frilly apron, black stockings and flat black
shoes. She was about thirty-five years old, Tricia estimated, and there was a
mixture of shock and disgust on her face as she eyed the near-naked teenager.
"I... I was invited," stammered Tricia.
"By who?"
Suddenly Tricia felt very confused. She had no idea who had invited her.
She couldn't even be certain this was the right house.
"I'm not sure."
"Hmf!" The woman gave a snort. "They're out back at the pool. You'd
better come with me."
She opened the door and admitted the youngster. It was a very large
house, with expensive furnishings. Tricia was only too aware of the clacking of
her heels on the wooden floor as she followed the maid through the house.
Ahead, Tricia heard the chatter of voices. She hoped against hope that
they were not on her route but, as they grew louder, her hopes quickly faded.
Then they were passing through a large dining room, when she saw the source of
the chatter. There were about half a dozen maids, all dressed similarly to the
woman who had met her at the door. The only difference in their uniforms was
that they wore a badge over their right breast proclaiming their first name.
Tricia noticed a Maria and a Sophie as she glanced shyly at them. They seemed to
be preparing for a party, but their chatter stopped as Tricia entered and she
felt the heat rise in her cheeks as all eyes turned to stare at her.
"Get back to your work, girls," ordered Tricia's companion.
The maids obeyed, but Tricia could hear their giggles as she followed
the woman out through french windows into the garden.
It was a large, well-tended garden, the main feature being a swimming
pool. Beside the pool, on a small terrace, was a pair of sun loungers. Tricia
felt her stomach churn as she saw there were two people, a man and a woman,
relaxing there, reading.
As Tricia and the servant came close, the woman put down her magazine
and sat up. She was in her early thirties, with a fine, shapely body. She wore a
bikini, with a beach wrap on top. The wrap was open so Tricia could see her slim
figure underneath. She pulled off the dark sunglasses she was wearing and let
her eyes travel up and down Tricia's lovely young body.
"So you came! I am glad. Peter look, I told you she was exquisite."
The man lowered the book he had been reading, and Tricia saw the
surprise in his expression quickly turn to lust as he took in her luscious
curves.
"That will be all, Anna," said the woman to the maid. "How are the
temporary girls doing."
"They seem all right Ma'am," replied the maid. "They're working in the
dining room."
"Good. Now, come over here young lady, and let me get a good look at
you."
Tricia felt the heat in her cheeks as she moved closer to the reclining
woman, her hands going automatically to the scarf and adjusting it over her
breasts.
"That is an extraordinary outfit," commented the woman. "Still it's more
than you were wearing when I saw you this morning." She turned to her husband.
"Completely naked she was, and walking along the track as bold as brass, shaved
pussy and all."
Tricia felt the man's glance drop to her crotch. She knew that the brief
panties made no secret of her shaven pussy, and she felt her color deepen at the
thought.
"I'm Samantha by the way," said the woman. "But my friends call me Sam.
Is it true you're nickname is Cunt?"
Tricia hung her head. "That's what Bella and her friends call me."
The woman gave a shrill laugh. "How extraordinary. Mind you, you do have
a very prominent pussy, doesn't she, Peter? Now come and tell me about
yourself."
For the next ten minutes, the scantily clad youngster was obliged to
tell the woman about her life, her school and other things about herself. She
was relieved that the woman didn't probe too closely into her sexual liaisons,
simply remarking on how shameless she was in the way she flaunted herself.
All at once Tricia saw Anna approaching again. She was accompanied by
another couple, of similar age to Sam and Peter. Both were dressed casually, but
it was clear that they wore designer clothes, and Tricia felt her shame deepen
as she contrasted their elegant apparel with her own near nudity.
The couple were introduced to her as Laurence and Katrin. They were
clearly old friends of their hosts, and Tricia gathered that they were to stay
the night at the house. What struck her, though, was the way the couples greeted
each other. Whilst the men nodded hello to one another and the women exchanged
kisses on the cheek, the greetings between man and woman seemed much more
intimate, Peter wrapping his arms about Katrin and giving her a long kiss on the
lips, whilst Laurence crouched down beside Sam, letting his fingers caress her
bare flesh whilst also kissing her.
No sooner had these introductions been completed than a third pair
arrived, equally elegantly dressed. They too seemed to linger longer than was
usual over the man to woman greetings, as if some intimacy existed between them.
The newcomers were called Charles and Sandra, and they exuded the same air of
confident sophistication as the others. Tricia felt very nervous indeed in the
presence of these people, and wondered what they could possibly want with her.
When the greetings were over, Charles turned to her, his eyes traveling
slowly up and down her body, taking in her curves with undisguised interest.
"So what have we here?" he enquired.
"Lovely, isn't she?" said Sam. "She's called Cunt. I saw her today
walking naked through the woods."
"Naked eh?" put in Laurence. "Very nice. She certainly has odd dress
sense. Who is she?"
"She's staying at the cabin down the road, though I'm not sure what her
status is. The girl there, Bella, is at the same school as her, but seems to
think of her as some kind of servant. Anyhow she's going to help out at the
party."
"We thought she might want to meet you guys beforehand," said Peter. "We
might have a bit of fun with her."
Tricia listened to this exchange in silence. Since her discovery and
blackmail by Tony, people seemed to speak about her as if she wasn't there. It
made her feel very uncomfortable, as if she was seen as an object rather than
someone with feelings and opinions. She watched warily as Katrin came over to
her. The woman was tall and slim, with large breasts that looked as though they
might have been enhanced at some stage. She was smoking a cigarette, and Tricia
felt her eyes water as the smoke drifted into her face.
"She's certainly pretty," remarked the woman. She ran a hand down
Tricia's cheek, staring into her eyes. Then her hand dropped lower, and the
youngster drew in her breath as the woman's hand slipped under her scarf and
closed over her breast.
"Her nipples are hard," she remarked. "I think she enjoys being stared
at. When did you lose your virginity, sweetie?"
Tricia blushed. "About a week ago," she replied.
"So recently. How many men have you fucked since then?"
Tricia was taken aback by the directness of the question. "Er... about
seven," she said.
"Well, well. One per day?"
"Not exactly."
"Have you ever eaten pussy?
"I-I beg your pardon."
"What about it, Sam?"
The woman on the sun lounger laughed. "Why not? I could do with being
put in the mood."
"Come on then," said Katrin.
She took Tricia's hand and led her over to where Sam was reclining, her
wrap still wide open, revealing the brief bikini she wore beneath. As they
approached Tricia was astounded to see the woman reach down and slip off her
bikini briefs, discarding them on the concrete patio then spreading her legs
apart. She stared down at the woman, unable to take her eyes off her pubic
mound, covered in short, dark hairs. Her slit was open, and revealed to all the
company, but nobody seemed shocked or concerned.
"What's the matter? Never seen a pussy before?" asked Katrin. "Go on,
baby, kneel down."
Trembling, Tricia dropped to her knees at the end of the sun lounger. As
she did so, Sam slid her body forward so that her backside projected over the
edge, planting her feet on the ground and widening her stance.
"Lick me, Cunt," she ordered.
Tricia looked about herself in some confusion. The three men and two
women were staring expectantly at her. Then a hand grabbed her hair and Katrin
forced her head down between Sam's thighs.
"Lick her, you stupid bitch," she ordered.
Slowly, reluctantly, Tricia leaned forward, aware that this made the
scarf fall away from her breasts, revealing them to those watching. Tentatively
she protruded her tongue and ran it lightly up Sam's open slit.
"Harder than that," ordered Katrin. "Get your tongue inside her. Taste
her properly."
Tricia moved her face closer, then allowed her tongue to slip into Sam's
vagina. At once she was enveloped by the taste and scent of arousal as the woman
gave a low moan, thrusting her hips up against the teenager's face.
"That's it, eat her," hissed Katrin. "Lick her out like the whore you
are."
Tricia jammed her head between Sam's thighs, her tongue probing deep
into her tunnel, sensing her arousal as she felt her cunt muscles contract.
Suddenly the proximity of the aroused woman began to kindle Tricia's own
desires. She had never imagined she could ever be attracted sexually to another
woman, but there was something about the shamelessness of Sam that aroused her
basest instincts.
"Shit, she's enjoying that," put in Peter.
"She's fucking good at it, too," gasped Sam. "Shit, if she keeps this up
I'm gonna come, and I really want a cock inside me first."
"That can be arranged," said Charles.
So immersed was Tricia in her task, she scarcely heard the conversation.
She probed her tongue deeper into the woman's vagina, lapping greedily at her
juices, her embarrassment momentarily forgotten as she became engrossed in her
task. It was with some surprise, therefore, that she felt a hand grab her hair
and drag her face out from between Sam's thighs.
Her head was forced around, and she gave a gasp of surprise as she saw a
stiff cock projecting in front of her face. She looked up, expecting to see
Peter's face, but it was Charles who grinned down at her. Moments later he was
forcing his erection between her lips, ramming it deep into her throat.
"C'mon baby, suck," he ordered.
Tricia obeyed, sucking hard at him. The others were standing around
watching, Laurence with his arm about Sandra whilst Pete's hand was groping
Katrin's breasts.
"Fuck that," moaned Sam. "Come on Charles, I need some cock."
Charles pushed Tricia's face back from his pulsating erection.
"Put me inside her," he said to Tricia.
Tricia was both shocked and confused. After all, Charles was Sandra's
husband wasn't he? Yet she seemed not bothered that he was receiving a blow job
from a complete stranger and was now about to fuck Peter's wife.
"Get him inside me you stupid bitch," said Sam.
Tricia took hold of Charles's cock as he knelt between Sam's spread
thighs. She pulled him gently forward.
"Spread my lips," said Sam.
The woman gave a groan of arousal as Tricia's fingers slipped into her
vagina and gently eased it open. Then she was pressing Charles's erection into
her, watching with fascination as it penetrated her. Charles sank his cock all
the way into Sam's pussy, then grabbed Tricia's hair again.
"Suck my balls," he ordered.
Tricia was shocked by the command. She glanced down at the pair. Sam
still had her backside projecting over the end of the sun lounger with Charles
semi-prone on top of her, She lay on her back, propped up on one elbow, and took
his dangling balls into her mouth.
"Oh yeahhh!" groaned Charles as he began to fuck Sam with smooth
strokes.
For Sam it was an extraordinary sensation to be in such close proximity
to his cock and her vagina. She could smell and taste Sam's femininity as she
sucked on Charles's balls, and the sensation was bringing a new surge of wetness
inside her pussy. The scarf had fallen almost unnoticed from her neck, and her
bare breasts shook deliciously with every thrust of Charles's hips.
She had almost forgotten her audience, but was reminded of them suddenly
as she felt something cold against her thigh. She glanced down to see that Peter
was wielding a sharp knife, and was slipping it under the thin waist cord of her
panties. Moments later he had sliced through it, and her last concession to
modesty was gone.
"Shit, what a pretty pussy," breathed Katrin. "Pull it open Peter."
Tricia wanted to object but, with Charles's balls filling her mouth,
there was little she could so. She let out a low moan as she felt Peter's
fingers slide into her vagina.
"Fuck her, Peter."
Once again Tricia found herself being used without any consideration for
her own desires. These six adults had simply taken charge, stripping her of her
meager garments and using her lovely young body. She felt her thighs being
dragged apart, offering no resistance as a thick, hard cock pressed against her
nether lips.
Tricia's gasp as Peter thrust his penis into her was muffled by the
mouthful of balls she was sucking at. It was an extraordinary situation, and its
eroticism wasn't lost on the young beauty as she watched Charles's cock thrust
into Sam's vagina right in front of her eyes. The sense of having yet another
cock inside her sopping vagina was arousing her once more, and she felt her cunt
muscles contract about his stiff pole as she responded.
"Oh shit, I'm coming." gasped Charles suddenly.
"Come in the little slut's mouth," said Sandra, her voice carrying an
unmistakable edge of excitement.
At once Charles lifted his body so that his balls slipped from Tricia's
mouth. Then his cock was thrust between her open lips. Tricia scarcely had time
to close them about his shaft before his twitching member began to spurt, his
slimy spunk filling her mouth so that she was obliged to gulp it down, gasping
for breath as more and more of the fluid poured from his cock.
That's it, Cunt, swallow it all," ordered Sandra, her eyes fixed on the
tableau before her.
At last Charles was spent, and he pulled his member from her mouth.
"Shit, she loved that," said Sam.
"She's loving this too," panted Peter. "Her cunt's positively sucking me
in.
"The bitch isn't supposed to be enjoying it," put in Katrin. "We're the
one's using her."
"Give it to her in the ass instead, Peter," said Sam.
"Great idea," responded Katrin. "You suppose she's still a virgin
there?"
There was much laughter from the adults, and Tricia gave a moan of
disappointment as she felt Peter withdraw. She had scarcely been listening to
their conversation, such was her arousal, and now she was surprised to find
herself being lifted bodily by two of the men.
There was a low diving board jutting out over the pool, and they carried
her across to it. They slammed her down onto the cold, wet board, her breasts
crushed against her chest as they held her face down. Then hands were spreading
her thighs once more.
"Wh-what do you want?" she gasped, but nobody replied. Moments later she
gave a start as she felt her firm young ass cheeks being pulled apart. Something
warm and wet splashed down onto the dark star of her anus. At first she thought
Peter had come on her naked flesh, then she realized it was spittle that was
trickling down her tight crevice. A rough finger then began working the fluid
into her anus, bringing moans of discomfort from the young beauty as she felt
it penetrate her rear hole. Then she felt Peter's glans pressing against her
tight anus, and she gave a gasp as he began to press.
"No! Not there!"
Tricia struggled against the hands that were holding her down, but in
vain. There was no escaping their iron grip, and she felt the tears welling up
in her eyes as Peter pressed his cock insistently against her behind.
"Ah!" Tricia cried aloud as her sphincter gave up the struggle and
Peter's cock slipped into her rectum. The pain and discomfort almost overcame
the struggling youngster, but her cries for mercy were simply met by laughter as
Peter began to bugger her.
Tricia had never imagined such shame, held naked over a diving board in
the open air by a group of laughing men and women whilst her rear hole was
reamed by a thick cock. Even as she thought things could get no worse she felt
her head being pulled up by the hair and found herself facing Laurence's stiff
cock a few inches in front of her face.
"Suck it" he ordered.
Her eyes still damp with tears, Tricia opened her mouth and took him
inside, the now familiar taste of maleness sending a shiver down her spine. She
tried to close her mind to what was happening to her, but the insistent thrusts
into her rectum were impossible to ignore, as were the repeated comments of the
four who were witnessing her degradation.
Peter's movements were becoming more urgent by the second, and she
sensed his orgasm approaching. For Tricia there was nothing to relieve the
sexual tension in her own body. Her nipples were hard as nuts, her clitoris
tingling with arousal, but the men and women who were using her were completely
insensitive to her desires, content only to gratify their own needs in the
compliant teenager.
Peter gave a grunt, and moments later Tricia had the extraordinary
sensation of feeling her rectum filled with spunk, her body bucking and heaving
as more and more of the fluid was pumped into her. It was like nothing she had
ever experienced before, her own moans stifled by the cock that was filling her
mouth.
Peter emptied his balls into her ass, then withdrew. Tricia gave a sigh
of relief as she felt him slip out of her aching rear. Her respite was only
momentary however, as Laurence pulled his cock from her mouth and made his way
round behind her. Ignoring her plaintive protests, he pulled apart the cheeks of
her backside and plunged his cock into her anus, amid the laughter and cheers of
those watching. Moments later Katrin had pulled down her pants and seated
herself astride the board, pulling Tricia's face forward and forcing the
unfortunate youngster to lap at her open pussy.
The ordeal by the pool went on for more than an hour. No sooner had the
men shot their loads into Tricia's sore behind than the women were making
demands, forcing her to lick and finger them until they came, then handing her
back to the men once more. Throughout the ordeal, Tricia was not allowed a
single orgasm, the tension inside her almost causing her to cry aloud as she was
used by the laughing group.
At last, though, they had had enough, abandoning the naked, gasping
teenager on the grass whilst they returned to their drinks and chatter. Tricia
simply lay there, her face crimson with shame, whilst the adults acted as if
nothing had happened.
