SARAH 

Sarah loved her sex, and she didn't care who knew it. She had a lot of catching up to do as far as she was concerned. She remembered herself at sweet sixteen when she wasn't so sorted after as she applied her make-up ready for her 'date' with John.

She was an unfashionable bean pole and constantly teased over her flat chest. Boys cruelly asked if they could do their ironing on her or if they could use her as a diving board at the swimming pool. Such was her dismay an advertisement caught her eye in a magazine, "Grow your Boobs Pills" for breast enhancement. Sarah was so desperate she bought them. In a month, she had enormous tits. Sarah wasn't sure if it was the pills or just her age. There were rumours that she had a boob job, which made her laugh. Her breasts had grown so large she stopped taking the pills just in case. If they got any bigger, she might break her back!

She bought fashionable clothes, blouses which enabled her to display her newly grown assets. A short plaid pleated skirt, a blazer, high-heeled shoes and stockings, and suddenly, all the boys were around her, and she was going to make them pay for their insults in her 'level' chested years. 

She was surprised just how quickly she could toss a boy off and delighted in seeing how high she could make a boy's semen jump.

Such was her hunger. She gave hand jobs during a break for a small fee. Sarah would have done it without the money, such was her joy and making boys cum. It proved to be a useful apprenticeship when it came to dominating boyfriends by their dicks. Sarah loved it and worked on her stroke technique, noting which actions got the highest amount of throw. 

Sarah noted them down in a book and got quite inventive when she had a boy's knackers in her hands. 

She liked to have them lay back in an armchair with her first boyfriends, get in-between their legs, and get them bottomless. Sarah took her time, which drove some guys to distraction, trying to get up and grope her boobs, but she would have none of it. All the time she worked their hard cocks, she would remember those insults and made sure they paid with delicious torture.

She grew her nails long and devised little tricks to stop a boy cumming before having her fun. Pinching his cock here and there. Hurting his balls and a bit of ice always did the trick. She got a second sense of how close boys were to ejaculating. She would and then slow things down enjoying watching them squirm in their seat, sometimes with tears in their eyes begging to be brought off.

But she never gave in. No, they would cum when she was ready and not a second before. She liked to be cruel when they neared ejaculation, making sure they spurted when she was on a hard downstroke as their sperm tried to shoot the opposite way! This would produce maximum throw, and she'd laugh with her eyes wide in wonder as she watched the spunk fountain flying high and white.

A boy called Andrew Masters who had given her a hard time over her flat chest suddenly took an interest in her. This time, she really made him suffer. She even handcuffed him so he could not use his hands and finish himself off if it got too much. 

She used all her tricks, taking him to the edge time and time again. Bringing him down by just leaving him.
She had him up ready to cum for over an hour, and he begged to be released. Sarah smiled and said, "Do you remember when you used to call me 'plate chest', a carpenters dream or desert chest?"   

"No," the victim, Masters, groaned.

"You did, and it was very hurtful," said Sarah taking his teetering cock in her hands.

"I'm sorry," Masters croaked.

"Sorry, Sarah can't hear you," she laughed.

"I'm sorry!" 

"Now shall I finish him off or not!" Sarah teasingly mused, his cock In her one hand and her finger to her mouth.

Just then she could feel a hot liquid in her gripping hands. She looked on puzzled to see his semen flowing from his cockeye flat over his penis head like a lava flow.

"Finish me off!" Masters yelled as Sarah looked on bemused.

"I've never seen a dick leak like that," she mused as Masters wriggled his ass trying to get himself to ejaculate. Still, the semen flowed from his cock, not jumping a millimetre from his cock head it just flowed flat down his shaft and around his balls.

"Oh, this is novel," Sarah purred.

"Finish me, finish me!" Masters begged.

"Is this what you call a ruined orgasm?" Sarah innocently asked.

"Wank me off, please!"

"No way I'm enjoying this," smiled Sarah amazed at the amount of semen flowing in one continuous stream down his cock.

"End it, you fucking bitch!" Masters roared.

"Oh, no need to be rude," sweetly smiled Sarah flicking the semen from her fingers.

"You cunt!" 

"Oh, really," smiled Sarah, "poor little boy not used to getting your own way are you?"

"You'll fucking pay for this, you whore!" 

"Now, now, that's not very nice!" Sarah teased, "I've emptied your balls for you, what more do you want?"

"Cunt! Just you wait," Masters cursed rocking in his chair as his semen now flowed down around his anus.

"Oh, look sperm around your ass. Do you think your ass is asking for a fucking?" Sarah teased.

"You will pay for this!" he threatened.

"Really, I had better take some pictures for protection."

Sarah produced her phone and clicked away.

"Bitch!" he spat.

With that, Sarah punched him hard in the balls making his body straighten in pain. She followed up by grabbing them and twisting. Masters grimaced painfully his face gnarled teeth gritted and his tearful eyes closed.

"Now listen here. I hear one bad remark, and I'll twist these off some way or another."

Sarah knew her days of jerking boys off would soon end, and she'd have to give up her virginity. Sex was a tremendous disappointment; she didn't know boys could be so premature.

"Sorry, love, but those tits were too much for me," said one. Oh, the irony. 

With John, she had found a man at last. A repeater who'd feed her pussy again and again and fore-fill her ravenous sexual appetite.

She finished her make-up and laughed to herself, she was already on the boil and wondered if it was worth changing her wet panties. She decided not to, thinking they'd soon be ripped off her anyway and jumped up to get a drink before John arrived.

CHARLOTTE

Charlotte closed her eyes and tried to get comfortable. She knew that within an hour, she'd be writhing, begging to be released. Still, for the moment, she could withstand the unpleasant humiliation.

She was naked sitting on top of a wooden pony. Charlotte's hands were tied and connected overhead, leaving her body vulnerable to attack. She was naked, spread and at the complete mercy of her Master.

She had found him online in one of her late-night surfing sessions when she was horny and couldn't sleep. Master Simon was his name, and she skimmed through all the verbiage that all Masters promised until she saw his location. It was very close to her and made the possibility of meeting 'real' rather than a pipe dream. This turned her on immensely, and the only way she could purge her feelings to capitulate was through masturbation. 

She managed to forestall her pining to be ravished unadulteratedly at the hands of another until Sarah became her housemate. Sarah's lavish sexual cries as she was being nailed by some insatiable sexaholic took her over the edge.
Charlotte was soon on the phone arranging an appointment with a master of BDSM.   

Master Simon stood back, admiring his work. He made sure he had the apex of the horse invading between her pussy lips. At the moment, she could alleviate the throbbing invasion by going up on her tiptoes. Charlotte knew in time, the strength in the toes would give out, and she would have to pull herself up by her arms that were tied high above her.

When her feet weakened, she'd pull herself up by her arms. When her arms were tired, she would have to hope that her feet and toes had recovered enough to repulse the invasion into her pussy. Her feet and toes would lift her from the apex but not as long as before. Soon she would be relying on her arms again. The arms would give her succour but also not as much as the first time. And on it went, relief from the feet, then arms around and around, anything to lift her pussy from the invading pony apex. 

Charlotte knew her limbs would soon be wasted and she'd have to give in to the pussy splitting steel-topped wooden horse. She had promised to suffer for one hour and let herself be filmed while it was going on.    

She could already feel a slight ache in her feet arches and tried to move pressure from one foot to another to prolong her feet life. Doing this made her pivot on her pussy slightly, and she squealed into her mouth gag. 

Her Master was delighted with this. It was proof he had her at just the right height - able to pull herself up slightly from the peak of the wooden horse but not enough to get herself off it. No the ever imaginary sharpening of the wooden horse's zenith was in her pussy for the duration, and all Charlotte could do was bear it.

JO

Jo walked into the shop for her interview. She had a few choices but chose the sex shop, 'Boobs 'n Bums' to try and keep up with her very sexualised peers. Jo had to decide whether to stay with her colourful housemates or hide and go back to her usual town-mouse role. She was a prude and knew it. She was a virgin with all its negative connotations and was fed up with it. 

The first night had already shown her hand and thanks to Charlotte and Jane's kindness, she wasn't ridiculed. She knew if she stayed in that house, she was going to have to change. Jo could quite easily go to another place, but she was tired of her holier than thou image and was determined to change it.   

"I'm afraid you've drawn the short straw," laughed Mandy happily. Relieved, the 'newbie' was always consigned to the most embarrassing section of 'Boobs 'n Bums'.

She led Jo past all the alluring lingerie, and the tills to a particular room around the back suitably darkened to get the mood for the patrons buying the goods with-in. Jane flicked on the main light, and Jo's face widened in shock at the shelves of vibrators, dildo whips, and spankers.

"It's all right here, really, unless they ask for a demonstration," jovially instructed Mandy.

"A demonstration!" exclaimed Jo, her eyes taking in the wall-to-wall instruments of pleasure and pain.

Mandy burst out into laughter, "We don't want you to get your panties down and stick them up you, just get used to how they operate."

"But there's nearly fifty of them," laughed Jo.

"You can get used to them when it's a bit quiet or even take them home!"

"Home?" Blurted Jo, picking up a giant nine-inch python of a vibrator.

"Just make sure you wipe it down and reseal it when you've had your fun," squared Mandy clearly enjoying putting Jo on the spot. 

"Also, just make sure you don't wear yourself out for tomorrow's work," Mandy added.

Jo pushed a button at the base of her newly held instrument of pleasure. It burst into life, wiggling and flashing vigorously along its shaft shocking Jo so much she almost lost grip.

Mandy laughed harder, "Don't worry, you'll get used to it, now let me show you the whips and floggers." 

CHARLOTTE

Had lost all sense of time as she writhed on the wooden horse in futile moves to get comfort. Her arms and legs had been exhausted of their strength a long time ago, and now she was plunging downwards on the unforgiving hard point of the wooden horse pussy first. 

She had to submit to the invading point drilling into her, and now she could only rock back and forth side to side to spread the pain in her vagina. Leaning back alleviated the cramps in her legs but increased the pain on her outstretched arms. 

This was as good as it got, and the ferocity of the pain in-between her legs was less severe. Charlotte lent back, her back arched her legs straight down.

Very soon, though, the build-up of a stabbing pain between her anus and vagina would become unbearable and she would have to rock forward. Charlotte cried out as her sweating naked body listed forward on her vagina fulcrum. Her legs went into cramps as they took more weight as the wooden horse's apex invaded her sore gash. She bowed and her head forward and tried to grip the wooden pony side with her thighs and push up. This was something she learnt out of necessity. She was able to alleviate the piercing pain in her vagina by pushing up slightly.

"That's all you need, Charlotte," she gasped to herself, enjoying the few seconds of calm before her thigh muscles gave out. She fell a few inches, her legs spread by the horse, making her fall pussy first onto the apex. She screamed into her gag and pushed back with her exhausted cramping leg muscles back onto her anus and the rear of her vagina. She cried out again as her ass had not yet recovered enough to be revisited and so she pulled up with her exhausted arms. Arms that were stinging at their nerve endings in this exhaustive stretch.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she pulled on her flabby arms and then slumped to one side to torture her pussy in a slightly different way. She tried to stay with the acute attack as long as she could. 

Charlotte knew that if she moved too quickly, she could move to a more painful position. This would cause her to rock painfully from position to position in a never-ending sting to her cunt.

She groaned through gritted teeth as her traumatised body ached and sweated profusely. She held her position until the burn on her triangular pain-taking fulcrum became too much. 

She quickly pushed her body to the right and cried out as the right side of her pussy was reintroduced to the apex's sting. She used her sapped legs to buffer the attack, but they were too weak to hold off for long. She slowly gave into the formidable brutal invasion, grimacing all the way. She managed to get as comfortable as possible even though a crippling cramp was now spreading throughout the calves to her legs. She surrendered to the lesser of many evils. She took in quick, shallow breaths so her lower body wouldn't move and introduce an unexpected jolt through her genitals.

Sweat now poured over her body, and a glaze of a cold breeze ignited the sweat on her back.

Charlotte took a couple of gulps of breath, and then she heard the ominous sound of the door open behind her.

JOHN

John was in his apartment, feeling very drained. Serving up a lashing of cum was proving to be a more challenging task than he first thought. Getting his dick up wasn't a problem, but after his third ejaculation, he noticed he was taking a lot longer to cum. Another problem was the amount of semen was lessening with every orgasm. 

The first few ejaculations were no problem as he shot hard and straight his semen splattering into the bottom of the jar. However, on the fourth offering, he struggled and had to put a lot more fast wrist action to get some throw. He orgasmed painfully on his sore cock head and groaned in despair as most of his produce was dribbling placidly onto the floor.

He held up his jar of produce and sighed, he was losing too much semen on orgasm and had to think of a way of funnelling his hard-earned milked cum into the pot. 

John then remembered when he had his prostate tickled and how he was drained of his semen with on long stream of cum through his flaccid cock as if he was peeing spunk.

He when to his drawer and dug deep beneath some hastily discarded silk, nylon and feminine cotton clothes and pulled up a black dildo. He pushed the bottom on the remote control and lubed the shaft up. He knelt on the floor and spread his butt cheeks with his raw placid cock over the jar. John then inserted his dildo to hit his 'spot' and massaged away.  

CHARLOTTE

Charlotte hoped the soft footsteps behind her were Master Simon coming to put an end to her torture. She kept her distressed body still, longing for a release from her bonds. 

Charlotte felt the warm male breath lovingly on her neck as his hands gently caressed her bottom. He slowly moved them up as he kissed her neck and Charlotte sighed at the magnified caring sensation as opposed to the searing pain in the rest of her body. Knowing her ordeal was almost over gave Charlotte strength and a strange euphoria took hold.  

Simon's hands gently moved around from the centre part of her back. They glided up sensually around her torso before lightly flowing up to cup her breasts. Charlotte tried to kiss him as a fantastic sensation of love for her captor took hold. She loved him. 

He lightly stroked her breasts from their nipple to their base, making Charlotte swoon in comfort juxtaposed to her vaginal pain. Her hopes of a quick release slowly ebbed as Simon began to roll and twist her nipples. On he went, alarmingly getting rougher with every twist. 

Charlotte simpered into her mouth gag. Simon's breaststrokes became firmer, making her rock on the wooden horse and reintroducing the burning pain back into her cunt. She was forced to rock back and forth, faster and faster quickly making her sore genital pain unbearable.

Simon removed his hands from her nipples and Charlotte gasped in the little relief that gave. She felt as if she was painfully split in two. The apex of the wooden horse careered up through her body via her vagina. Charlotte's head was bowed, and through her tear-filled eyes, she could see Simon's hands coming back with bull clips.

She screamed into her gag in expectation of the pain on her tits. Simon teased her opening and shutting the clips, giving false starts to clipping them on her. Charlotte reeled at the imaginary pain they were going to impart as he cruelly made the bull clips chatter. He then moved forward as he finally clipped her nipples…

JOHN

John awoke on his bedroom floor with his vibrating dildo still throbbing on the outer rim of his anus. He had managed to make himself cum through his placid dick, and a stream of his sperm made its way into his jar. The prostate release drained him of his semen and his strength, and immediately he fell to the floor of his bedroom and slept.

He dragged himself up and dressed and wearily made his way downstairs. There was no urgency at all, even though he was late to go and see Sarah. He got to the hallway and heard a loud cry. He stopped and looked towards the basement as he sat down and changed his shoes, readying himself to walk outside. 

He heard another loud female cry. John smiled with a tinge of relief as it sounded like his landlord Simon had found a new plaything. As he stepped out onto the path, he heard yet another cry. John thought for a while, maybe Simon would forget about the money he owed him.         

CHARLOTTE 

Charlotte's head was bowed in submission, and the clips biting into her nipples burnt their way and fanned out over the rest of her breast. Her body was in a traumatic shock as her breast pain matched the excruciating pain in her invaded vagina. 

She had succumbed to the persistent hard entrenchment of the wooden horse's cruel spike. Her body was exhausted and unable to resist the pain occupation within. Her head went dizzy as she slowly became numb, her mind going into a cocoon of tranquil serenity divorced from her tortured body. She went into a glorious headspace, revelling in heightened euphoria.  

JO

Jo jumped off the bus with several boxes in her carrier bag, whose logos extolled the venal virtues of 'Boobs 'n Bums'. Jo brazenly carried the bags home. It was something she was going to get used to if she was to waylay her small village persona.

She'd taken Mandy up on her word and brought several vibrators and electric sex toys to 'study' to improve her sales pitch.

The day in the sex shop had been fun. It was fun to watch the varied shoppers quickly learning they were as nervous as she was. Most found a whip or flogger they liked and quickly ran to the check-out till.

She'd quickly become friends with Mandy as soon as she realised that she wasn't the only one to be teased with her humiliating humour. There were many men buying lingerie for phantom girlfriends who just happened to be the same size as themselves. These secretive crossdressers were easy game for Mandy's cruel wit.

"Would sir like a matching pair of panties to go with that wonderful nightie?" she would playfully ask.

"No," would often be the curt answer as the poor man began to sweat, nervously looking around, not wanting attention.

"What about a nice pair of sexy silk stockings? She'd look great in those," she'd carry on acting oblivious to the customers reddening face.

"No!"

Mandy would carry on wrapping the nightie and present to take a look at the label. 

"Remember this is dry clean." 

"I will."

"Oh, so you wash your partner's clothes. A small price to pay once you see her in this, I bet she'll look great," went on Mandy as the client died on the spot.

"There you go, sir," smiled Mandy holding out the item, which was rapidly snatched out of her hand as the customer started his escape.

Mandy would always let them get halfway out of the shop before shouting after them.

"Sir! Sir!" she'd bellow, causing the bolting client to come to a stop while all the shop browsers turned from their kinky objects of desire and looked at him.

"You get a free pair of panties with that order," Mandy yelled.

"Keep them," came the hurried reply as he ran for the door.

"Mandy, you are so cruel," laughed Jo.

"Yeah I know, but you got to have a bit of fun while you can."

Jo briskly walked to the house already desensitised to the prying eyes looking at her, 'Bums 'n Boobs' carrier bags. 

"Jo," she heard a cry from behind her and automatically turned to see Jane crossing the road. Jo sighed to herself, envious of the poise, grace and class of Jane. 

She was wearing simple clothes; black roll-neck jeans and knee-high boots and a beige mac all very low key except Jane could make everything look like classy design wear.

"Darling, how did your first day go?" Jane asked while holding her arms wide open to hug. Jo ran into her arms, kissing each of her cheeks in exaggeration.

"Not bad, good fun, actually," enthused Jo trying to hide her bags behind her bags of erotic contraband behind her back.

"What have you got there?" Jane interrogated, immediately aware of Jo's surreptitious hiding of her carrier bags.

Jo began to blush and brought them back up to eye level for Jane's perusal.

"'Bums' n Boobs' how monstrously grotesque, darling," lightly chastised Jane, "I certainly got you all wrong and certainly didn't have you as a toys girl."

Jo laughed quickly understanding Jane's misinterpretation, "They're not for me, they're my homework?"

"Homework! My god sweetheart, how much are they paying you?"

"I'm not using them on me," laughed Jo," I just want to know how the buttons work, especially the 'off' button. You wouldn't believe the panic customers have when they accidentally turn one of these things on."

Jane laughed at her misunderstanding, "Oh, that's such a pity, dear, I was hoping it was one of the perks of the job."

"I do get a discount," quickly added Jo, "and first dibs on anything damaged."

"Damaged?"

"That's mainly floggers and whips, it's so funny listening to a couple explain and blush when they bring back a broken paddle." Jo continued pleased that she was already holding a conversation about sex within a week of arriving in the house.

"Do you have a catalogue?" Boldly asked Jane, "I'd be interested in a strap-on with a good harness."

Jo blushed slightly knowing Jane's sexual preference for girls. "I don't have one on me, but I could bring a few home for you to have a look at?" 

"Really, I'd like that," imparted Jane as they started to walk towards the house. "So are you serious about posing for me?"

Jo stuttered slightly as she was steamrolling headfirst into a hedonistic lifestyle. 

"Of course," she eventually let out, "why not?"

"You won't let me down, will you?"

"Of course not, why should I?" retorted Jo.

"To be quite honest, sweetheart, I didn't have you down as a boobs-out person."

Jo quickly concluded that you can't fake experience, especially when it came to anything sexual, so she came clean.

"You're right I've never posed nude before, but I want to try new things."

"Really," mused Jane, "would you like to come to my boudoir so I can size you up?"

"Oh, I don't think I'm ready for that just yet," exclaimed Jo thinking she wanted her.

Jane laughed, "No, darling, I want to see how I can use you, just take a few piccys."

"Oh," blushed Jo, "can't I at least have a shower beforehand?"   

"Of course, darling, there's nothing worse than a sweaty crack," Jane purred with a smile. 

Jo and Jane entered the house and went straight to the kitchen before Jo's pre-view to have a cup of tea. Sarah was busy finding bits and pieces of kitchen towel from the cupboards under the sink.

"Hiya!" Sarah excitedly said as she buzzed around bent over, "can't stop. John's around for a bit of fun."

"Oh god," sighed Jane, "I thought we'd get at least two weeks rest."

"What do you mean?" Asked a quizzical Jo.

"I'll tell you later."

Sarah shot out of the kitchen. "See yer," she bid as she eagerly rushed out of the door.

"Sorry to have kept you," sneered Jane, "look at her positively dripping for it."

Jane went into a dream of conceptualisation, her face blank as her mind deliberated.

"What is it?" queried Jo slightly apprehensive as Jane went into a deep mediative state.

"I have an idea," broke Jane.

"I can see that," murmured Jo her tense face breaking into one of relief. 

"I've had an idea to mix sperm with paints to make an organic painting for the upcoming exhibition," explained Jane.

Jo gasped at the absurdness of the idea and the strength in today's way out mad art world. 

"And where are you going to get enough sperm from?" Smiled Jo still mulling over the extraordinary idea.

Jane just motioned her eyes upwards just in time to hear Sarah charge into the bedroom.

"John."

"That's right, my dear, I was hoping he was going to be drained and unable to perform for a couple of weeks. The boy most positively urinates sperm," dryly joked Jane.

"Actually, that's quite a good idea," mused Jo.

"I think so, but I'm thinking of elaborating on it." 

"Really, how so?"

"By using an excited girl and use her juices for the female in the picture," elaborated Jane.

"Haha! And how are you going to do that? She'd have to be dripping?" Jo scoffed.

"I don't know if I have you on the table watching porn and masturbating, I could just dip my brushes into your wetness."

Jo howled with laughter. "What, you have me as a human paint pot?" she managed to squeak out.

"That's right," cooly answered Jane, bringing another cry of laughter from Jo who slowly came to a stop as she saw Jane's poker face.

"Wait a minute, you're serious, aren't you?"

CHARLOTTE

Knelt naked and obediently before her seated Master Simon with her hands behind her head. She was in a state of elation, her eyes wide open in the surreal exhilaration brought on by her hour of torment.

"So how was that for you?" smiled Master Simon. He knew he had got into Charlotte's headspace and brought on her unabashed adulation for him. 

"Oh!" she inadequately exclaimed, closing her eyes and smiling nodding her head from side to side still in a state of grace.

"That was just wonderful, superb just, just, just," she stumbled unable to tell of her sublime experience. "I just didn't know it was true," she smiled unabashedly by her nakedness before her Master.

Her bruised boobs painfully rocking from side to side as she vigorously shook her head in a delighted frustration trying to find the right words.

Master smiled, "You'll be thinking of nothing but this for weeks."

Charlotte was so overcome with emotion; she lent forward and kissed his knee.

"Sorry, I'm just so moved," Charlotte gushed in her exhilaration, "I need to do something for you!"

The Master leant forward and ruffled Charlotte's hair. "There's no need for that," he smiled.

"Can I suck your cock?" Charlotte blurted out with honest enthusiasm her open mouth exposing her hungry smile.

The Master burst out laughing, "There's no need for that, my child, you're not, how shall I say, my type."

"You mean you're…" Charlotte held back as the Master smiled and nodded.

"Oh what a waste! Oh sorry, I didn't mean… I just want to do something for you, can I give you some money?" Charlotte begged like a little puppy. 

"No, no, no, I just do this for a hobby, this and collect rent.

JANE

Jane led Jo into her bedroom and locked the door behind her.

"To stop people coming in, not stopping you getting out," smirked Jane moving to the far end of her bedroom lowering the blinds slightly of her large window.

"Okay, let's see what you've got," teased Jane as she reached for her phone, "sorry the bathroom's taken."

Jo looked around at Jane's elegant clothes strewn around the room, and her silk patterned duvet on the bed. She surprisingly found herself anything but nervous, despite Jane's mischievous provocations.

Jo thought that Jane was testing her, and she was determined to pass the test.

"Is it okay to put my clothes on the bed?" Jo defiantly asked while unbuttoning her blouse, keeping eye contact with Jane.

"Put them where you like, darling, it's your body I want to see," Jane instructed while already snapping random pictures of Jo.

Jo hadn't been naked in front of another girl since her days at a Catholic boarding school. Some sadistic gym teachers would regularly make the girls line up naked for an inspection as soon as they were all over sixteen.

No one knew what they were inspecting. It was anything but their faces that was for sure. They'd all shower together, and Jo remembered her embarrassment as she was early growing her pubes, something the other girls ridiculed her for. 

"Forest panties," and," Mordor knickers" were just some of the jibes she recalled.

Stripping for Jane was an easy task for her, and when she whipped off her panties, she stood arrogantly before her with her hands on her hips.

"Drop the attitude, love, I want a model of feminine grace, not a Gothic gargoyle."

Jo tittered and relaxed, she stayed that way despite Jane moving towards her. Jo didn't know what to expect as her breathing became shallow as Jane moved in close. Jo could smell her expensive perfume and see the glint in her glossy red lipstick as she moved in close.

Jane looked down and gently took hold of Jo's smallish boobs. She lifted and released them several times and sighed. She caressed down the side of Jo's body and pressed her fingers, delicately into her wet snatch. 

Jo closed her eyes and gasped.

Jane lightly kissed Jo's lips and stood back, leaving Jo's wanton lips, kissing thin air. She opened her eyes and saw Jane snapping away.

"What do you think?" She nervously asked.

"Do you know what they said about Audrey Hepburn ?"

"Audrey, who?"

"Oh, you heathen!" Admonished Jane, "Audrey Hepburn, darling, the Devine star of 'Breakfast at Tiffany's."

"Do they do a good full English breakfast there?" Jo Unfathomably joked.

"You are…"

"Of course, I'm joking," mocked Jo, "shall I explain what condescending means?"

"Touché," smiled Jane, "anyway they said she had the best figure in clothes," 

"I know."

"I think you're simply divine out of them darling," Jane remarked and moved in to kiss the naked Jo again.

SARAH

Sarah burst in through the door, stripping off her robe as she launched herself naked at the prone John. 

"Oh! I've been wet all day waiting for this!" She thirstily yelled as she straddled John's naked body and pushed down on his chest. She stopped in disappointment.

"Hey wake up!" she demanded lightly slapping his face.

"Oh sorry," sluggishly moaned John as he sleepily came around.

Sarah turned to look at John's flaccid cock and sighed in disappointment. She took hold of it and gave it a squeeze, something that usually got John erect, but this time there was nothing.

She turned around to study his cock closer and noticed the soreness of it. 

"What's the matter, baby?" Asked Sarah suspiciously shaking his dick. John come around from a light sleep again and stammered,

"Sorry, love, I'm just exhausted."

"Oh, I can see that," declared Sarah, divisively pulling and shaking his dick to shock some life into it.

"Why are you so tired?" Sarah pushed.

"Just am," wheezed John, slipping into slumber.

Sarah put her face to John's dick to scrutinise closely. 

"Why's your dick so red?" She pointed out, pinching the red tip.

"Oh careful," squealed John jumping into life.

"What have you been doing?"

"Nothing!"

"You been fucking some slag?" Sarah angrily accused rounding on John who was slowly coming around to the seriousness of Sarah's bickering.

"No, of course, I haven't!"

"Then why can't you get hard and why's your cock so red?"

John lay back and signed an omission, "I've been wanking."

"Wanking! Why?" Sarah shouted incredulously. 

"I'm helping Jane out with a picture made of sperm," John half-heartedly explained.

A sperm painting, do you think I'm fucking stupid?" Sarah yelled.

"It's true, she's got an Idea," struggled to defend John not knowing Jane's idea behind needing his sperm.

"Oh, fuck off!" Hissed Sarah angrily and with that, she jumped up and grabbed all John's clothes!

"What are you doing?" he said indecorously as Sarah made her way to the window.

"Sarah!" Exclaimed John starting off of the bed as she threw his clothes out of the window.

"Now fuck off to your whore!" Sarah yelled at a panicking John, who was more concerned about where his clothes were landing."

"You mad bitch!" shouted John running for the bedroom door trying to grab a robe on the way.

"Fuck off!" admonished Sarah grabbing the robe and pushing a naked John out of the door.

John turned in the corridor, quickly putting both hands to his intimate bits as he heard the ominous clicking of the bedroom door locks. He brought up one hand from his privates and banged on the door, the wooden thuds echoing down the corridor.

"Let me in!" he yelled, naked and vulnerable in the corridor.

"Fuck off!"

CHARLOTTE

Charlotte had been in a hot bath, soaking away the ache within her pussy and on her bruised tits. She was still in a reverie, high on life. Her jaded old neighbourhood had taken on a vivid new glow as if she had arrived home from a few weeks' holiday. Charlotte was giddy with pleasure from her torture. The whole experience had her unexplainably delirious. She badly wanted to masturbate, but the soreness of her vagina stopped her. Her fingers were affected by being in the water too long, and she decided to pull herself up out of the bath.

Her body was bruised, and she had to delicately pat her body dry.  

She winced with delight from the convulsions of her experience, her head reeling in a blissful memory of her time on the wooden horse.

She took her robe and hung it lightly over her shoulders to save herself from wincing.

Her eyes down, she pushed out into the corridor. She caught sight of a shadow in her peripheral vision and looked up to shockingly see a naked John and screamed.

"What the fuck are you doing, you almost gave me a heart attack!" gasped Charlotte, struggling to keep her body covered with the loosely wrapped robe.

"Sarah's kicked me out," squealed a naked John politely covering his privates two-handed, "she's thrown my clothes out of the window."

Charlotte laughed, causing her robe to farcically fall, rendering her naked as well. She quickly picked it up, wincing and laughing at the same time.

"Quick come in here," she suggested, "I'll get you something to cover up yourself, and you can go into the garden."
They both hurried into Charlotte's bedroom across the corridor and closed the door behind them. 

"Why did she throw your clothes out of the window?" questioned Charlotte as she hurriedly tided away scattered panties and tights from her bedroom floor. John stood still half-covered with his hands cupping himself.

"Nothing much. She's gagging for it and I'm spent. Honestly!" replied John.

"You've taken up Jane's offer?" Charlotte asked.

"Yeah, well, I need the money, don't I?" sighed John.

Charlotte stopped and looked at him her robe falling open once more showing off her goods before hastily being covered again, making her wince. 

"Sorry," she laughed? "It's just that you were so cock-sure last night and look so frightened now."

"Yeah, well, different circumstances, ain't it?" blushed John.

"It's okay you don't have to cover up before me," Charlotte laughed, "I saw more than enough last night."

"How did you know about Jane's offer?" as John changed tact.

"Jane tells me everything, she aching to get into my pants," Charlotte laughed.

"I thought she was a dyke," dryly added John.

"Why because she could resist you?"

"Yeah."

"What, you really think you're that spectacular?" Charlotte laughed," God what a big ego."

"There's not many turn me down," John boasted slowly straightening up and loosening the hold of his bits, "You were impressed last night, that's for sure."

Charlotte stood still in thought, it was true she was hungry and jealous of Sarah's marathon screw the previous night and knowing just what she was being nailed with just made her more jealous.

"What's all those bruises on your body?" Interrupted John.

"Nothing?" hastily answered Charlotte, unaware that her robe had fallen open and was showing her body. It was an easy mistake to make as her sensitive nipples felt more comfortable with the robe open. She didn't intend to flash John, but the pleasure of a loose open robe relaxed her.

"Was that you in Simon's basement this afternoon?"

"You know?"

"Yeah, he's my landlord."

"Oh, can you do me a favour and don't tell the rest?" Charlotte nervously asked.

"No problem, get my clothes back, and I'll do anything for you," he relieved.

Charlotte stared down at John's cock! "Poor fellow, I bet he's been wanked silly."

John laughed, "You could say," he agreed, removing his hands.

"Gosh, he almost looks as sore as my boobs, How long have you been going at it?"

"All afternoon." Proudly boasted John as if it were something to be pleased about.

"No wonder you can't get it up for Sarah," Charlotte laughed. 

She then boldly stepped forward with a pretence of care for his poor raw sore cock. She gently took it in her hand, keeping clear of his painful knob end. Her robe fell open again, and this time she didn't bother to close it.

His cock came to life in her hand.

"Oh! Hello!" Charlotte said in surprise as it quickly sprang to life. John winched as his erection grew, rolling his hips in pain.

He grimaced loudly as his cock pushed its way through his sore foreskin.

"Oh, fuck!"

Charlotte high on life started to salivate for the hard cock before her. She had longed for it the night before, and now, here it was before her. 

"Fancy a fuck?" sighed, John still squirming from his soreness.

Charlotte laughed, "You certainly know how to make a girl feel special."

"Well?"

"You're going to have to be gentle, I'm sore below as well," confessed Charlotte.

"Oh, tell me about it! "

Charlotte let her robe drop and crawled onto the bed on all fours. "You're going to have to take me from behind and please don't grab my tits!"

JANE

Jo let jane Kiss her hard as all of her resistance had drained from her. It was a girl kissing her something she never thought would happen. She was happy to let go as Jane worked her pussy up, making Jo go on her toes in a rhapsody.

Jane took her by the shoulders and led her bed like a serpent ready to strike a cornered rodent.  She carefully sat Jo on the bed only to hear a loud scream from a male and female. 

"What the…" started Jane but went back to her feline feast until the screams became regular and off-putting. 

"For god's sake," she spat, putting her robe on and charging out of the room. She gave a cursory knock and barged into Charlotte's room.

Charlotte was being screwed by a rampant John. Both of them in agony with every thrust.

"Now this is interesting, I wonder what Sarah will make of this?"

"Fuck off, I'm gonna cum!" shouted Charlotte.

"Now how could I refuse a request like that," smiled Jane.