A Date with Judy I met her parents and we made some small talk while I waited for my date to get ready to make her grand entrance. Judy was just 16, built like a brick shithouse and still a virgin despite the fact that her IQ wasn't much larger than her bust size, which I estimated to be a solid 39C and still growing. She was in my homeroom class and I'd decided to take her out to see just how far I could get. Her parents were quite impressed that a teacher, such as myself, had any interest at all in their disobedient daughter. Judy was always getting into trouble and a day hardly went by when she wasn't naked, bent over, holding her ankles while mom and dad took turns whaling away on her fantastic ass and the backs of her long perfect legs with their straps that were custom made for just such a purpose. I was only given one admonishment; under no circumstances was I to take Judy's cherry without their permission. Since this was our first date, permission to fuck Judy was withheld. According to Judy's mom, she never got offers for second dates because of this family rule. More than one night she had been returned naked and beaten up by her angry date who got tired of trying to get past the double locked chastity belt that she wore. In fact one of her dates paid a locksmith to come over and try to get her out of the chastity belt; he couldn't do it, but still collected his fee which was a blowjob from the sexy teen as she knelt stark naked except for the chastity belt on her date's living room floor. Her dad asked where I was taking her. I explained that first we'd take in a triple feature at the local porn theater, the one that had the naked dancer at the intermission. The feature movie was entitled "Teen Tramps Get Gangraped", the second feature was "Mom and her Daughter", plus the controversial movie called "Fuck'Em Till They Die!" by the director Meathole. He was very impressed and thought Judy would really get wet watching all those movies and be really ready to put out for me except she had this chastity belt she'd be wearing. I didn't like the shit-eating grin he gave me. I started to wonder if Judy wasn't family private stock and only the old man was getting any pussy from the kid. Judy put in an appearance, dressed to fuck, except it was all tease. No wonder so many guys got pissed off at the little tramp. She wore a tight fitting micro-mini skirt slit up the sides to show almost everything. She had on a tight tube top that molded itself to those gigantic tits like a second skin. It was also apparent that he was wearing a strapless shelf bra beneath, something to tease rather than please. I was already mentally hanging the bitch from her bound wrists joined behind her back so that when she hung the strain on her arms would be enough to pop her shoulders from the sockets if she was dropped any distance and then abruptly stopped in midair. In my fantasy there were weights hanging from her chained ankles and she was about ten feet off the floor, plenty of room so that those shoulders would pop, and she'd look like a broken rag doll as she dangled by what was left of her arms maybe six inches off the floor. As soon as I got the trampy teaser into my car I ordered her to hand over her thong bikinis and shelf bra for safe keeping. She did as I ordered and picked up her skirt to show me her tiny puffy cunt safely locked away behind the stainless steel screen. I made her roll up her top to display those big titties with those monster nipples. As we drove over to the theater I made her play with her boobs to get the nipples even stiffer. I described the content of the porn we'd be seeing this evening, and my plans for her after the show. The teaser had the nerve to tell me she'd seen two of the movies already on another date, but would like to see Fuck'Em Until They Die. I got her in for half price by offering to make her dance naked except for her chastity belt and let the owner keep the coins and bills some of the dumber types would toss on the stage. I also let him know that I'd be ducking out for an hour or so, leaving her behind, securely handcuffed and naked for anyone to use for whatever purpose they had in mind. I told him that anyone who got the belt off her could fuck her until she was unconscious. He really liked that idea. Twenty minutes later I exited the theater, dropping off her skirt and tube top as a deposit just in case I didn't come back. The last thing I saw was half a dozen perverts fighting over her naked body and bitterly complaining about the chastity belt. I got back a couple of hours later to catch the end of the Meathole porn flick. Judy wasn't getting to see much, if any of it. There was a long line of perverts with their dicks out, waiting patiently to either tit fuck or throat fuck her. Currently there were two acrobats working on her; one was perched on the back of the seat to which Judy was cuffed and he was drilling for oil deep inside her throat. The other stood between her parted thighs and slid his dick between her tits that were greasy with all the cum that had been previously dumped on them as well as portions that had been shot into her face and dripped down onto her chest. There was no way this cum bucket was riding in my car except in the trunk, in a garbage bag to keep her from leaking cum on the interior. Rather than watch an army of perverts trying to ruin my date's tits and throat, I sat down and caught the last scene of the Meathole production. It was worth the time. There were two bimbos, both with huge fake boobs that must have been at least 45Fs. One of the meat puppets was being ass fucked by two guys at once who had developed a nice rhythrm and they were actually forcing shit bubbles from the narrow space between her asshole and their cocks. For laughs there was a third guy lying beneath her with a huge cock that was planted like a flag in her super stretched cunt. She was on her hands and knees with her face inches from the asshole of the other bimbo who was being tit fucked and throat fucked by two guys who were also punching her bloated tits and slapping her mascara streaked face. The bimbo's belly was bulging from the super enema they had forced into her guts. I'd walked in just as they were finishing filling her up, before jamming an enormous butt plug up her gaping asshole, which evidently had been fucked by plenty of thick tools before she got that big enema. Another guy with a huge johnson walks up to the bimbo that's being double ass fucked and starts smacking her across the head to get her attention. He then leans down and yanks her bleached blonde hair so hard that the black roots show. He starts screaming at her to open her fucking mouth and keep it open or he'll beat the shit out of her or have his buddies ruin her asshole forever. As soon as her mouth's wide open he yanks the butt plug out of the other bimbo's asshole and a gusher of shit shoots right into the first bimbo's mouth. What a scene! She starts guzzling it down as fast as she can, while the guys fucking her go crazy. Their dicks are moving so fast that they look like blurs. Then the fuckpig starts choking on all the shit going down her throat. It now gets really crazy with the guys trying to escape the shit storm that comes roaring out the bleached blonde bimbo's asshole. Now everybody is clear and the camera comes in until only the head of the one bimbo and the spasming asshole of the other one fill the screen. Then the first bimbo starts puking all the shit she's downed all over the other bimbo's ass and back. After a solid minute of this action with shit and puke every where, all the guys start pissing all over the two bimbos as the camera pans out to capture all the action. Then the screen goes dark and the guy throat fucking my date falls on his ass because he can't see what the hell he's doing. Somebody hits the lights and the perverts scurry away like cockroaches exposed to a light bulb. Judy is so fucked up by now I seriously debate leaving her here and calling her parents so they can come pick what's left of her up at the porn theater. The beers I'd soaked up just before returning to pick up the slut-pig were beginning to look for a way out. When I got to the john I discovered it was out of order. The toilet had been stopped up with old shit, toilet paper and even a rag or two. The stench coming from it would have gagged a maggot. Iit was then that I got a great idea. A few feet from the john there was a fire door that naturally was locked shut to prevent people from gaining access to the theater without paying the tariff. I fiddled with the ancient lock on the chain and behold, instant open. I hurried back to where my date was still swallowing load after load of hot cum while her tits were now crusted with at least a quarter inch of dried cum. The perverts working on her were pissed off when I told them to get off because I needed to take a leak and she was the only toilet available. Just as I thought, the mob of perverts followed us out of the theater and into the stinking alley behind the theater. I put her on her knees and made her open wide so I could piss down her throat. It was quite a long, drawn out piss and so I amused myself by painting her eyes with piss and then splattering it off her cum crusted tits. She was a real trouper, keeping her yap open and doing her best to chug it down as fast as I provided it. When I stepped back and zipped up, she was quickly surrounded by at least half a dozen peverts who began pissing all over her from every direction. I couldn't stop laughing at what was happening to this stuck up cunt. Her hair was soaked with piss and two guys were pissing directly into her ears from opposite sides. Another pair were trying to permanently blind her, letting her have it from point blank range. Another guy had managed to actually piss up her nostrils and she started choking and that was all she wrote for her. Someone put her into a choke hold and dragged her over to a pile of junk. He threw her down on her back and kicked her squarely in the chastity belt, driving the stainless steel screen deep into her cunt and making her scream. A couple of more guys came over and did the same thing. She started to bleed like a stuck pig. Then another guy stomped her tits flat, not once but a couple of times and he was wearing heavy work shoes that must have really hurt when they dug into that soft tit flesh. Always the gentleman and looking out for my date, I told the perverts that funtime was over and they should all crawl back under the rocks they came out from. After the last couple of guys got done pissing all over her naked body and trying to kick the chastity belt further up into her cunt, they departed leaving me with the mess that used to be a trampy teen tease. Those are the brakes. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose and sometimes you get rained out. In her case it was a rain out all the way. I wondered how dear old dad was going to get that chastity belt out of her cunt. That would be a good trick considering how many guys had kicked it deep into his daughter's teasing teen twat. As far as I was concerned it was his fault that this shit happened. He had no one to blame but himself for being a ball breaker and a selfish mother fucker. Then I wondered if his wife wore a chastity belt too. If not, she might make an interesting date one of these nights when the going was super slow. If memory served me correctly I had half a dozen big garbage bags in the trunk of my car, more than enough to transport what was left of this piece of teen fuckmeat to-go back to the sty in which she lived. My guess is I wouldn't be seeing Miss Trampy Teen Teaser of 2069 anytime soon in my class.
A Date with Judy - Chapter 2
That first date with the teen tramp Judy
stuck in my craw for the longest time. Here I was a successful teacher and yet
unable to get a simple thing like a chastity belt removed from my date. Her
ignorant father had outsmarted me, a college graduate, and left me with the
proverbial egg on my face. I could take it no longer and vowed revenge. Not
only would I have my way with his ignorant, uncouth offspring, I'd double the
damage to his pride by also doing something suitable to his slovenly wife,
Carol. All that remained was to come up with a suitable plan and execute it.
I did a survey of locksmiths to find out
everything I could about chastity belts. Most of them laughed at me and said I
was crazy for even wanting to know about such things. I persisted and finally
came across an old timer who was a fountain of knowledge on the subject. I did
my best to describe the one Judy wore and his eyes lit up.
"That sounds like a Blusterbuster
MB042, made back in the dark ages of WW II to keep the frauleins from running
amok while their husbands and boyfriends were fighting the Russians and anyone
else the Fuhrer told them to have a go at. I haven't seen one of those in
thirty years. They were the best design ever put into production and the
materials of construction were well beyond the state of the art. They had only
one tiny flaw and it didn't show up until late in the war and by then nobody
cared, they were too busy fighting off the Russians and the Americans."
It was now negotiating time, and when I
hinted that he might be able to see one on a real live teenager, his eyes got
big, real big. Going one step further, I offered him as a minimum the
opportunity to enjoy a first class blowjob from the little darling in exchange
for his considered opinion concerning how to open the sex snare that had
frustrated myself and many others before me. He raised the ante, telling me
that if he was able to free the girl from her chastity belt, she in turn must
offer up her pussy for some serious drilling and filling. That was asking a
lot, but I was desperate so I lied and said it could be arranged, crossing my
fingers that Judy would go for the deal.
To say that Judy's parents were
flabbergasted that I would ask their daughter out on a second date was an
understatement. The old man cocked his head and gave me a quizzical look like I
had lost my mind. His wife just beamed with pride that her daughter had shown
some signs of being able to appeal to a better grade of date than normal,
despite the fiasco that our first date had become. As for the tramp herself,
she was just glad to get out of the house.
When I informed her that we'd be going out
to dinner first before taking in a private sex show for which I had tickets, I
thought she was going to wet her thong. It was probably the same one I'd been
staring at for the last week as she deliberately sat in a place where I had a
clear look up under her miniskirt, as she grinned and chomped noisily on her
wad of gum. To me it was as if that chastity belt she wore over the thong was
mocking me and all males. Well, that was about to change, at least I hoped so.
The big night was Friday, and when I went
to pick up my date, her parents were waiting for me with big smiles on their
faces. They were getting ready to take off for a swingers weekend a good three
hours drive from here and they weren't coming back until late Sunday evening.
Dear old dad rubbed it in by announcing in mournful tones that Judy, the fruit
of someone else's loins, would be wearing her chastity belt, not so much to
spite me, but to protect her from other predators who would be circling like
sharks once they got wind that he and his wife were away for the weekend.
I could see by the sneaky smirk on his liar's
face that he enjoyed sticking it to me. I did my best to act shocked and
dismayed over this turn of events. His dim bulb of a wife then chimed in by
adding that Judy would be wearing her new thong and pushup bra in honor of the
big occasion of her second date with me. That actually brought a sigh of relief
from me, since that would reduce the stench that hung around her like some
miasma, even though I knew her idea of personal hygiene was to use cheap
perfume in lieu of a shower before going out on a date.
Judy came prancing down the stairs in her
red mini-mini that almost showed her chastity belt on every step she took.
Beneath her peppermint stick-colored, tight tube top her big tits were jiggling
and bouncing from side to side, demonstrating that her pushup bra was no match
for those heavy melons. She carried her big, white, plastic purse, the kind the
whores used, and completed her ensemble with a pair of white fuck-me pumps and
frilly color-matched anklets. I probably could have made a couple of hundred
bucks pimping her tonight, but I had bigger fish to fry.
To demonstrate how excited she was about
this evening's date, she gave me a handjob as I drove us over to Mo's Diner,
the place where the hos come to eat and greet. I'll give Judy credit for being
fastidious when it came to getting rid of the evidence. She gobbled up every
drop of cum my churning nuts provided, smacked her lips and pronounced it full
flavored and very chewy, the sign of a healthy stud.
I graciously accepted her outstanding
review and twisted one of her nipples as my way of saying I was real happy with
what she said. She simpered in return and promised even better things once we
were alone. I muttered beneath my breath at what she could possibly give me
that would make up for the lack of pussy, thanks to that devilish chastity belt
she wore. For a fleeting second I thought that maybe she had a way to get the
damned thing off, but realized I was just kidding myself.
We got seated in a booth by the door, a
great spot to see and be seen. Judy caught the attention of both customers and
the working girls, many of them just going on shift after eating at Mo's. My
date demolished a double burger with all the trimmings and a malted, once more
demonstrating that below the shallowness and lack of social skills she was just
a growing girl who wanted to be loved for being herself. I made some small talk
while she was inhaling her food and discovered that her mother was only
thirty-three and had gotten knocked up by her boyfriend just before she turned
seventeen. For some reason she decided to keep the baby and as luck would have it, Sam, her current husband, took
a liking to her and they got hitched.
Without so much as a deep breath, Judy
launched into the story of her chastity belt. It seems she started filling out
when she was twleve and by the time she had her thirteenth birthday she was
filling up a bra pretty well and had developed some curves that most girls
didn't show until they were two or three years older. This fact was not lost on
her parents, especially Sam. He decided that it was Judy's turn to be thankful
for his loving support of her and her mother. Judy thought it was pretty neat
to have an older guy doing her instead of those little trolls she went to school
with.
For the next year and a half Sam pounded
her tight pussy almost every day, usually before dinner, to work up an appetite
was his claim. Her mom hardly noticed since by then Sam wasn't doing much with
her in bed anyway, which was fine with Carol since Sam was rather well hung and
could get carried away at times. Things took a turn for the worse when he
decided to try anal sex thanks to some porno tapes a friend lent him. His wife
did not take kindly towards his efforts and so Judy took up a new level of
responsibility, handling his desire for anal sex with all the trimmings.
For some odd reason her mother got turned
on by watching Sam nail Judy's super tight asshole while she screamed into a
pillow. Soon she was back in the mix, making sure her husband was good and hard
before he sodomized her daughter, and often getting sloppy seconds since as
good as anal sex was, he still couldn't last more than a minute or two, no
matter what he tried. Judy secretly hoped that he never would discover the secret
to prolonging that painful process. Life with the family seemed to settle into a groove or a rut depending
upon your view of things. Then it happened.
It seems that Judy got involved with an
older group of guys, and one thing led to another and ultimately to her pussy
which was used and abused big time for the better part of a month before Sam
caught on to what was happening to his little girl. This led to a major league
shellacking that left her battered, bruised and in the family doghouse. Later there
was a sitdown with the school principal concerning their daughter's behavior in
class, which resulted in another serious going over that added to the collection of bruises and bumps
she was carrying around on her curvy body. This also led to a renewed interest
on the part of Sam to getting better at cornholing his little charge, which is
the way he referred to Judy.
There were a few more incidents and a
suspension thrown in for good measure. Judy spent most of it stark naked and
strapped down to her bed with a pillow under her butt so Sam had access to
either hole. Worse still Carol developed an urge to become involved in her
discipline. Hardly a day went by when she didn't decorate Judy's bare body with
a few new welts or bruises, mostly from her trusty leather strap. When it was
buckle first, Judy wished she had never started fooling around with the low
lifes she let have her body. If it were not for the chastity belt, Judy might
have become a prostitute or an inmate at the juvenile detention center, as
tough a place as there was for a teenager to survive.
One day she absorbed a ferocious whipping
from her thoroughly irritated mother who warned her that any more trouble and
she'd have her committed to a home for wayward girls. Judy was on the verge of
running away when Sam arrived, bearing a gift for her, the chastity belt. At
first Judy thought he was kidding, but once he put her into the cage of metal
and locked it tight to her body, she realized he was very serious.
She figured that getting out of it would
be a simple matter of getting one of her former playmates to find a locksmith
willing to trade his skills for some of her pussy. That was easily
accomplished, but the man failed to get it open. A week or so later another
locksmith tried and failed as well. Now Judy realized she had better
accommodate herself to this new situation. The only man who could open the belt
was Sam, and therefore he was the only man with access to her pussy and
asshole. That was the way things were ever since. Right now her plan was to
wait until she was eighteen and then demand he take it off or she'd turn him
over to the cops for keeping her imprisoned.
I reached across the table and patted her
arm. Then with my biggest smile I held out the possibility that I knew a man
who could get her out of this cage. She smirked, having heard that line a
thousand times prior. I persisted and even explained some of the history of the
belt that was holding her tight pussy captive. I wasn't giving away the store
by any means, but setting her up for our meeting later on tonight with my
locksmith. However first we had a private sex show to attend, one I promised
would really be something she'd never seen. Once again I got that smirk that
only increased my desire to have this tramp under my thumb.
( To be continued - rolf palsy )
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