"I… I didn't want to do what she wanted, but I unbuckled my belt as I was kicking my tennies off. Then I took my jeans and panties off the way she'd told me to. Patty was sitting on her bed and I thought she'd have me lie across her lap, but she made me get on my bed with my arms above my head and my butt up in the air."
"Then she came over and started rubbing her hands over my ass. She did that for several moments and I was beginning to wonder just what she was doing when she drew back one hand and really slammed it into my ass. I almost cried out, it hurt so much."
"Patty told me to chew on the pillow if I had to but not to scream. Well, by the time she hit me the third time, I had the corner of the pillow in my mouth and tears were running down my cheeks. I hadn't had any idea that a spanking could be so bad. My folks had always used a switch on me when I was a kid and they had never whipped me on my bare butt, just over the clothes I had on."
"I didn't keep count of how long Patty hit me, or how many times she did. But, gradually, I started becoming aware that it wasn't hurting me as much when she landed her hand on my ass, that it was starting to affect me differently. It… it was turning me on."
"Patty must have known what was happening. Because, all of a sudden, she stuck her hand against my pussy and I almost jumped off the bed. 'Why, Wendy, you're all wet,' she said. I knew she was teasing me but I couldn't find my voice to get her to stop. She… she started rubbing my pussy and I moaned, I guess. I know that it felt good, a lot better than I'd thought it would."
"Well, before I knew what she was going to do, she'd grabbed me and rolled me over. And then she put her mouth on my pussy and started licking and sucking my clit and I just went crazy. I let her do what she wanted to do."
"No," Wendy corrected herself, "I didn't let her do it. I practically forced her to. I tangled my hands in her hair and pushed her face into my pussy and wrapped my legs around her head so she couldn't have gotten away if she'd wanted to. But she didn't really want to; she stayed there licking and sucking at me for as long as I could stand it."
"How many times did you cum?" demanded the voice, a little ragged this time, as if the speaker was getting excited by what she was hearing. Which is exactly what was happening; Carla was getting so turned-on by the helpless girl's narration that she had started playing with her tits, bringing the nipples up to aching stiffness and then rolling them about between her thumbs and forefingers.
"Geez, I don't know," Wendy confessed. "Maybe a dozen."
"I see," the husky voice replied. "And was that the only time that something happened between you and… what was her name? Patty?"
Wendy didn't answer immediately, although she could feel her skin flush and knew that they had received the information they had requested. Then the obscenely exposed redhead began to speak again, for she knew they were going to want to hear the story. Maybe if I volunteer stuff and cooperate, they'll go easier on me than otherwise, she thought.
"What happened was that I was out with my boyfriend one evening and we lost track of time and, well, we started feeling each other up and then the warning bell rang and we had to quit before he made me get off."
"So, I was pretty frustrated when I got to the room, because we hadn't seen each other for a couple of nights before that and I'd been sort of horny when we started making out."
"I walked in and Patty was lying there on her bed without a stitch on, playing with herself. If she hadn't been doing that, I might have just gone on to bed. I might have played with myself once the lights were out, but that's all I would have done."
"But Patty was rubbing her pussy. So, as I was undressing, I asked her if she remembered the day I'd worn her sweater without asking. And she said she did. So I asked her if she'd like to do what she'd done to me that afternoon again. 'Not the spanking, the other part,' I said."
"She just looked over and grinned at me and said she wouldn't mind, but that there was a catch. So I asked her what it was. She sat up and then rose and walked over to me and looked me right in the eye and said that she liked spanking the person she was going to eat, that the any other way she'd do it, if I didn't want to get spanked, was to do it to her, too. Only she said we'd really make love with each other, neck and feel each other up and suck each other's tits and all."
"I presume you did so?" came the ragged voice. In the darkness behind the three strong lights, Carla had undressed completely and was stroking her cunt as she interrogated the obscenely exposed girl.
"I… I wasn't going to," Wendy confessed. "The idea sounded icky. But, before I could tell her I wasn't interested, she put her arms around me and kissed me on the mouth. Before I really knew what she was going to do, she had her tongue about halfway down my throat. Then she slid her arms down and grabbed me by the ass and started rubbing herself against me… Well, I changed my mind."
"Go on," came the husky command.
"We ended up on my bed," Wendy recalled. "And it wasn't icky at all. Actually, I started getting into it pretty good. By the time we'd felt each other up real good, I was starting to wonder what the rest was going to be like. So I rolled her onto her back and started kissing her boobs."
"How big are they?" one of the other voices asked.
"About half as big as mine," Wendy said after a moments reflection. "Patty's almost as tall as I am, but she's much slimmer. She's got short, black hair and a square face. She wears shirts instead of blouses and acts sort of hoydenish. But she's not a dyke; she fucks guys."
"She says," one of the unseen males remarked.
"No," Wendy corrected him. "I know she does. I… I walked in on her and some guy fucking one afternoon."
Wendy lay there on the bed and thought about how embarrassed she'd been by that. It had been the first time she'd actually seen somebody making out, and there had been no doubt what the amorous couple had been doing; the covers of the bed had been thrown back and she'd been able to see the guy's cock sliding in and out of Patty's dark-fringed cunt.
"So what happened?" the husky voice demanded.
"Patty asked me if I wanted to hop into bed with them," she answered. "I… I was tempted. But I grabbed the book I'd forgotten and went to class. Now… well, I wish I'd had the guts to accept the invitation. But that was before she and I made it."
"You did make it with her?"
"Oh, yeah. That time I was telling you about. We sucked each other's tits and then she turned around and threw a leg over me and there her pussy was, right above my face. I… I could feel her breathing on my pussy and I knew I had to kiss hers to get her to do the same thing to me and, well, by then I wanted her to do it so badly that I didn't care what I had to do. So, I pulled her hips down and started and she started and we made each other cum good. I guess we each popped three or four times before we stopped for the night."
"Just 'for the night'?" came the voice.
"Well, uh, yeah," Wendy admitted, blushing hard again. "We… ah… when we woke up the next morning we did it again. Actually, I woke up and Patty was fooling around with me and I sort of let her. Then I got into it, too and one thing led to another."
"We made it a couple of other times, too," she added.
There was silence in the room. Then Wendy broke it. "May I ask a question?" she murmured.
"Go ahead," she was told.
"Why am I here?"
"Oh, that's simple," came the reply. "You're a sex-object. We're going to suck you and fuck you, make you suck and fuck us. We'll probably spank you, maybe even whip you. But we're going to amuse ourselves with your body for the next few days as often as we want."
"Groovy," Wendy murmured. Then, to the surprise of the five staring at her, she thrust her hips upward as far as they would go. "Let's get started," she invited.