He could feel the squeezing in his balls, and suddenly he jammed his prick all the way into the child's hotly sucking snatch hole and blasted her pussy with his thick spunk.
He slammed in and out of her cunt tube in a frenzy of lust, flooding her cunt hole with his juices. Jenny winced as the man yanked on her hair, pulling her head back to the limit. She felt her saliva drooling out over her lower lip and dripping down her chin, but she couldn't close her mouth. It was almost impossible to swallow within neck bent back so far.
But her attention wasn't on her drooling. Her whole being was focused on her orgasm. Her twat was full of cock and come. Her own thick juice mingled with the thick hot jets of spunk hosing out of Jim's battering prick.
Jim let go of the girl's hair, let go of the whip handle, and slid his hands around her thighs, grinding his cock deep into her twat hole and locking himself there as he spewed the last drops of come into her hole.
With a popping sucking jerk, he yanked his hard dork out of her pussy. Long thick strings of come followed his cock, and they hung from her young pussy mound, slowly dripping to the floor between her manacled legs.
Jim gripped his cock with one hand and milked the final bit of come from the head of his prick, rubbing it on Jenny's quivering thigh.
He turned away from the girl and staggered back to his chair. He sank down with a deep sigh of relief and pleasure. After a moment he looked over at Jenny.
"Damn," he whispered, shaking his head in amazement. "That's one hot little fucking cunt, John."
John Wellington smiled.
Don and Harry looked at Jim, then at the young girl's burning red ass cheeks. He'd really laid it into her. He'd left the whip buried in her asshole too, and it was there now, sticking high out of her butt hole, waving with each slight movement of her upraised young ass.
Don got up and started toward the girl.
"No. Leave it in her asshole, Don," Wellington said.
Don shrugged and returned to his seat. Harry was rubbing his cock and eyeing the girl's dripping pussy. He could use a little more of that.
Wellington read his thoughts.
"She'll be there for the rest of the evening, Harry. Let's give her a break, shall we? After all, we haven't even begun to whip those cute little titties of hers."
John said that for Jenny's benefit. It would give her something to think about, in addition to the discomfort of her position. He hadn't really expected the child to be so willing, or so quick to take to a whipping. He looked forward with deep pleasure to the next two weeks. He was certain that before that time was up, he could make the little girl his own. After all he had everything she could possibly want, including all the money she could over dream of spending.
She was much too hot and eager and pliant to return to that idiot boyfriend of hers. He would only waste her. John looked at the bautifully striped ass of hers, and know he would keep her for his own.
Ho sighed and turned his attention back to his guests.
"Well, gentlemen. So much for the appetizer," he said, rubbing his hands together, "Shall we get on with the main course?"
CHAPTER FIVE
Lynn stood straight and tall. She was naked except for the high-heeled knee boots with the spurs. Her arms were bound behind her back, and her head was fully encased in the blinding hood.
She could feel the eyes of all the men roving aver her breasts. She had immense tits, but they didn't sag in the slightest. They rode high on her chest, like those of a very young girl just beginning to bud. Her breasts were capped with magnificent dark brown nipples, swollen now in her excitement.
Her cunt was a soft and downy blonde. The lips were puffy and full, and partly open with the swelling of lust.
"Bring her here," Wellington said.
Lynn felt Harry take her upper arm. She stepped hesitantly forward, afraid she might fall in the unfamiliar boots. But Harry held her tightly. He led her over to stand before their host.
Lynn tensed for the expected touch. She felt Wellington's hand press firmly against her hipbone, then stroke around behind her to fully cup her narrow ass cheek.
"Magnificent, Harry. Absolutely magnificent."
A deep red blush spread downward from Lynn's face over her chest and breasts.
"Bend over," Wellington commanded her. Lynn bent forward. Her huge breasts dangled close to John's face. His hand slipped quickly between her thighs and cupped her wet pussy. His lips sucked one of her immense hard nipples into his mouth. Lynn moaned at the sucking pressure. She felt the man's tongue wiggle over her sensitive nubbin, driving her wild with frustration.
She wanted to be fucked right now!
Fucked like that little girl must have been fucked, by all of these men at the same time, is what I need, she thought.
John released the woman's nipple.
Lynn remained bent over. She felt the air drying and cooling her nipple, and it felt wonderfully sexy.
"Obedient," Wellington commented, his voice showing his appreciation for that quality in a woman, especially a woman of Lynn's stature.
"You may stand straight, my dear."
Lynn immediately straightened up. She pulled her shoulders back and stuck her tits out proudly. She was committed to this evening, and she was damned well going to make the fucking most of it, not only for Harry but for herself as well.
His hand at her cunt began kneading her pussy mound hard, pulling on the curly blonde hair. Lynn winced as a few strands were pulled from her flesh.
But she didn't protest.
And besides, it felt kind of nice to be hurt a little bit, down there. Lynn liked to be used roughly sometimes, Wellington certainly seemed like the kind of a man who knew how to apply the right amount of pain to cause the right amount of pleasure.
Lynn leaned forward a little bit, and very slightly ground her cunt mound against the kneading fist.
Wellington responded with a tighter grip, and a twist of his fist that sent a quick sharp jolt of pain into Lynn's pussy. Her cunt responded with a quick spurt of fluid, wetting John's hand.
"Well, well, well," he said. He patted Lynn's cunt gently, then withdrew his hand. "Later, my dear. I'll show you a few little tricks that I'm certain will please you. But for now, I think it's time for your ride."
John gestured to Don.
Patty had been expecting the tug on the reins at any moment. She winced, tears flooded her eyes at the sharpness of the pain in her jaws and mouth when that tug came. She moved forward on her hands and knees, led to the center of the room by her lover.
Patty had been saddled for a long time. The straps that held it on her back were pulled tightly around her stomach, making it impossible for the young lady to take a full deep breath.
The saddle had been manufactured especially for John Wellington. He had loaned it to Don for the evening. It was a very lightweight English riding saddle. A few modifications had made it useful for a young girl. The straps were wide and could be buckled tightly around a girl's tummy and under her anus. The upper strap would fit above her breasts so that the saddle wouldn't slide off her body. The point of special interest was the mount on the center of the saddle, where a variety of implements could be fastened.
The saddle was fitted with a very large leather dildo. It was a very hard and unyielding thing, with an extremely wide head and a series of deep ridges around its sides that would rub a girl's cunt in just the right way.
If Lynn could have seen the thing she was going to have to mount, she would either have fainted or come on the spot.
As it happened, she was about to get the feel of the thing.
Patty felt the painful jerk on the reins that made the bit dig into her mouth. The bit was another of Wellington's devices. It had a fat long bar of iron that fit between the woman's teeth, far back in her jaws. This forced her to keep her mouth as wide open as possible. Attached to the iron bar was a wide and flat tongue-like piece of iron that fit inside her mouth and rested flat against her tongue. When the reins were pulled, the flat piece of iron was raised, and sharp teeth on the upper surface gouged painfully into the tender roof of the young lady's mouth. A second blade of iron, smaller than the upper one, slipped under the girl's tongue. Tiny spikes dug into the soft, incredibly sensitive flesh underneath her tongue when the reins were pulled. All in all, it was a diabolical thing to have to wear, heavy and painful even when it wasn't in actual use.