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Billie was tiny, less than 5′ tall, maybe 4’10” , weighed maybe 100 lbs., and cute as she could be. She was wearing a short-skirt skating outfit like ice skaters wear, but it was a roller-rink. Jay, John and I had been watching her and her boyfriend from High School (they’d enrolled at the Baptist College in town together) whirl around the floor, her like the little acrobat she was, him stumbling along with her. He was almost as clumsy as she was adept.

I’d checked them both out through the college records, which I had access to because I both taught part-time computer classes there, and because our little IT company did their programming. John, Jay, and I, Jim, all High School nerds, had our own little IT company we’d started right after high school, (3J) and it had grown into a profitable business. We’d gotten some college, and training at the Vo-tech, had our Microsoft certificates and were licensed operators, programmers and technicians. We ran the business out of our big apartment, with computers installed in each of our bedrooms, so we could have privacy, and networked together, along with the computer in the “office” as we called our 4th bedroom, so we could help each other. It was a nice little business, and we made good money.

Billie and her boyfriend were both 18, freshmen, and she was on the gymnastics team. We’d picked her out at a gymnastics meet we’d attended as the first of our new girlfriends. She was very pretty, and for a gymnast had bigger boobs than most, that bounced in her leotard. She had long brown hair, usually in one long braid for competition, but loose and flowing down between her shoulder-blades that night. Her little face was pixie-like, but with full, rich lips, and a little button nose. Her eyes were almost exotic, and almond-shaped, like she had an oriental background, and big and brown. Her legs were slim and muscular at the same time, with tapered thighs, rounded knees, tight calves and slim ankles.

Billie and her boyfriend Wayne were having an argument. She wanted to skate, and he wanted to go hang out with his buddies. It was a Friday night, and there wasn’t much to do in our little town of 30,000. There was the roller-rink, a bowling alley and three movie theatres and a new mall. Besides that, unless you drank or did drugs, there wasn’t much, unless there was something going on at the VERY conservative Baptist College (they didn’t even have student dances there), so the few athletic events they had were about it, except for “Cruisin'” — driving endlessly around town to see who was out and who wasn’t and who-was-with-who. Boring! We confined our Cruisin’ to Cruisin’ for good-looking women. Billie was our first choice.

Wayne was complaining his knees and butt hurt from falling, and Billie was telling him she didn’t want to go hang with his loser friends, and accusing him of thinking more of them than he did her, and… on-and-on. Finally, she stomped a tiny foot and told him to just go on and go with his friends, that she was going to skate awhile and then she’d walk back to the dorm. Fool that he is, he left. We looked at each other and nodded, time to put the plan in action! We knew each other so well, most of the time we didn’t even have to talk; we almost knew what each other were thinking.

We watched Billie skate awhile, and she did some amazing moves, spins, skating backwards on one foot, little jumps, she was very good. Finally, she got tired and went to sit down and take off the skates. We went out the door and got Jay’s van, and waited outside. It was just getting full dark when she came out and headed back toward the campus, slim legs flashing under her short skirt, with the skirt-tail swishing back-and-forth. Since this wasn’t one of the main, “Cruisin'” streets, there was no traffic. Jay pulled alongside her when she reached a dark stretch, and I called her by name. She turned, puzzled, because she didn’t recognize the voice, and came over to the van. “Want a ride?” I asked. As a good little church-girl, who didn’t take rides from strangers, she just shook her head and started to turn away. I opened the passenger door as John opened the sliding door of the van, as quietly as possible, and I slipped a plastic bag over her head as John grabbed her arms and clicked a pair on fur-lined handcuffs on her tiny wrists. We picked her up bodily, put her in the van, slid the doors shut, and drove away. Just as simple as that.

She was screaming into the plastic bag, but not much sound came out, and she was kicking and wriggling, but John and I held her tightly between us. After several screams she was running out of air, so I took the bag off her head. “We’re not going to hurt you,” I said, as she gasped for air, “But if you scream or fight us, I’ll put the bag back on.” She didn’t give this any consideration, but started to scream again, so I pulled the bag back over her head.

After just a couple of screams this time, she settled back down, gasping. I took the bag off and repeated what I’d said earlier, “We’re not going to hurt you, but if you scream or fight us, I’ll put the bag back on,” and added, “Is that what you want?”

Her big brown eyes were wide as she gasped for air, but she managed to shake her head, and finally whispered, “No.”

“Good,” I said, “but remember, if you scream or fight, the bag goes back on.” She nodded, still wide-eyed.

“What… what do you want?” she whispered.

John laughed, “We’re gonna have a party, and you’re the guest of honor.”

Her eyes got bigger. “Y… you… you won’t hurt me?” she quavered.

“Word of honor,” I said. “We wouldn’t hurt a pretty little thing like you,”

John assured her. “We want to be nice to you, and you to be nice to us.” So saying, he leaned over and kissed her full on her luscious lips. She gasped, made a little yelp and tried to pull away, but John kept his mouth pressed to hers. After a couple of seconds, she relaxed. A few more seconds and her eyes closed.

When John pulled away, I turned her chin to me and kissed her. She didn’t fight, but at first she didn’t respond. Then I felt her lips moving against mine and she kissed me back. I pulled back, and she looked dazed.

John and I got her up and between the seats and took her to the back of the van, where we had a bed. We sat her on the edge of the bed, lifted her arms, and hooked the handcuffs through a hook we’d installed on the ceiling, leaving her with arms up-stretched. John kissed her again, softly, and I could see her responding. After a couple of minutes he withdrew and she turned to me, and I kissed her again. We kissed her back and forth a couple more times, and then I saw John’s hand capture one of her boobs as he was kissing her. She gasped and tried to pull away, moaning, “NNnoooooooo….” John ignored her and continued kissing. When he pulled back, he continued caressing her tit. She was gasping when I put my mouth back on hers and gently caressed the other boob. She squirmed a little, but didn’t fight much.

When I pulled my mouth away, she gasped a couple of times, then complained, “My arms are going to sleep, can’t you take off the handcuffs, please?”

I looked her right in the eyes, “You won’t fight us?” I asked. She shook her head. “Say it,” I pursued.

“I… I won’t … fight you,” she finally whispered.

“Louder,” I insisted,” say it again, louder.”

“I won’t fight you,” she moaned. I took the handcuffs off the hook, and John unlocked them. She rubbed her arms for a minute. Then John captured her lips again, and was sliding his big hand up her taut tummy and caressing her boob again.

I reached into the overhead and turned on the microphone I had dangling overhead.

I pulled the collar of her leotard open wide and slid it off one slim shoulder. She moaned into John’s mouth, “Nnnooooooo….. Don’t….” but didn’t fight much as I slid it off the other shoulder and down her arms. She was wearing a bra, one of those “nice little church-girl” iron-clad models. I slid the straps down with the leotard.

She started to struggle, until I said, “No fighting, remember?” She relaxed and I slid her arms out of the leotard and straps. When John pulled back, I grasped her little wrists and pulled her arms around my neck as I rubbed my lips against her gasping mouth and slid my tongue inside. She sucked on it tentatively, then her tongue was jousting with mine, as she groaned deep in her chest. John undid the clasp on her brassiere, and removed it, sliding her leotard down to her waist. I pulled back to see. Her plump titties were beautiful! We told her so, and kept complimenting her on how pretty and sexy she looked. They were apple-sized, pert and up high on her chest, with big puffy areolas and tiny nipples. They were irresistible! John captured one in his mouth, and I captured the other.

“UUUUhhhhhhnnnnnnn…” moaned Billie , her head snapping back, “uuuuuuhhhhh…” We suckled gently, and Billie was moaning, “uuuuhhhhhhhh… this is soooo… bad, oh, this is so naughty…. Uuuunnnnnn… oh…oh… I’ve never… uuuunnnn…. You… you… can’t be doing this… uuuhhhhh… we… we… uh… we can’t….ooooooo… this is soooo naughty…..” She was cradling our heads in her arms.

By this time Jay had driven us up to his dead uncle’s old abandoned farm and pulled around behind the run-down farmhouse. He got out the digital camera and took pictures of us sucking Billie’s titties. When the first flash went off, Billie moaned, “What… what was… that?”

“Insurance,” Jay said, and took several more. John and I pulled our heads back to get some good shots of Billie’s fabulous chest-fruit and the dazed look on her face, then went back to fondling and sucking. She threw her head back and was breathing heavily and moaning.

Jay got between her rounded knees, and kissed his way up her slender thighs to her pussy-mound.

Then Billie was gasping, “What… what are. .. yooou… doooing?” Jay didn’t answer, but undid the button and zipper on her little skirt, then grasped the waistband along with the leotard, and pulled them off her hips and little bubble-butt. She was so light, they came easily, even with Billie thrashing around and kicking and trying to wiggle away.

“NNnooooo…. Noooo…” she was moaning… no one’s ever… no man’s ever… ooohhhh… noooo…you…. You… can’t…. “Jay slid them down her slender thighs, over the rounded knees, down off her curvy calves and slim ankles, off over her tiny feet, and tossed them on the seat. Billie was flushed bright pink from blushing, sitting there in her nude glory, struggling trying to cover herself, but her arms were around my and John’s necks.

Jay grabbed the camera and took several shots, as Billie moaned, “Nooo… no one’s ever seen me like this… oh, oh, this is sooo naughty… you… we… uh…” We spent some time caressing and fondling her taut body, telling her how pretty and sexy she was, and what a fantastic body she had. John and I resumed suckling her erect nipples, as Jay again parted her knees and licked and kissed his way back up her thighs.

“Oh, Oh, Oh, that’s so naughty! Oh, Oh… what are you doing?” Billie gasped.

Jay lifted his head, “Gonna eat your pussy,” he said, and bent back down.

“OH! NO! No! OH! That’s so nasty!” Billie protested, “Noooooooo I’ve never… no-one’s ever…” Jay licked up and down her tiny slit. Her head snapped back and she groaned again, deep in her chest. I could feel it with my lips more than hear it. “UUUUhhhhhhhhnnnnnnn….” Then, “Oooooooo… that’s so naughty……oooooooo…” Jay parted her pussy lips with his fingers and licked her clitoris. She squealed in that unique high-pitched range only reachable by small girls, “EEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…..” I was surprised we didn’t hear glass break. He strummed her clit with his tongue and she continued to squeal, until she ran out of breath. She gasped a couple of times, then whispered, “OOoohhhhhh…. That’s so naughty….”

Jay continued to administer to her little pussy, and I reached for the camera and shot a couple of pictures of him eating her twat, John sucking her tit, and her squealing. She was wriggling her little butt, and starting to lift her hips to his wet mouth. Jay relaxed for a minute, and I let her catch her breath, then asked, for the microphone, “Do you like that? Do you like having your titties sucked and your pussy eaten?”

She blushed some more, but didn’t answer, but I pursued it until I got her to admit that, yes; she liked having her titties sucked, and liked having her pussy licked.

Jay said, “man, it’s like a swamp down here, she’s so wet,” and he wiped her mound and his face off with a towel. He lifted her hips, sat her on the towel and went back to work, and she went back to squealing. We laid her back on the bed, and I took several more pictures. Just as I was taking the last one, Jay slid a finger in her tiny twat, her body lifted off the bed in a bow, she let out another high-pitched squeal, and had an awesome orgasm, thighs trembling, body shaking, mouth and eyes wide open. What a great picture! This went on for a couple of minutes before she collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for air.

“My God! What did you DO to me?” she demanded, “What was THAT?”

“You had an orgasm,” I answered, “haven’t you ever had one before?”

“No… no..” she gasped, “I never felt anything like that…” Billie gasped.

Jay lifted his head, eyes wide. “That was awesome!” he said, “she actually squirted juice… and, guys… she’s an honest-to-God virgin… she still has her hymen.” We were stunned. An 18-year-old virgin?

“Yes… yes…” Billie was gasping, “I told you no one had ever… I’ve been saving myself for marriage… I’ve never…”

Jay looked at us, “Gee, I dunno guys, maybe we shouldn’t….”

John snorted, “Shouldn’t? Are you kidding? A chance to break her in to suit us and we shouldn’t? We’ll never get another chance like this in our lives.” I nodded agreement. Then Billie made up our minds for us.

“You … you… think we could do that some more?” she whispered.

“Oh, yeah,” Jay said, and put his head back between her thighs. As he munched her muff, Jay scooted her little butt back farther on the bed, lifted her knees with his hands and put her tiny feet on the edge of the bed. He slid a finger back in her tiny twat, marveling how wet and tight it was. Billie started moaning again, and twisting her pelvis.

John took off his clothes and climbed up on the bed. He straddled Billie’s chest, saying, “Here’s how to keep your boyfriend from hanging out with the guys…” as he rubbed the head of his cock over her luscious lips.

Billie’s eyes opened, then snapped open wide. “What, what… nooooo… that’s nasty… I’ve never… I’d never…”

“Not nasty,” said John, “naughty, but that’s what makes it exciting. It’s not nasty. See for yourself, lick it.” Billie still resisted, turning her head back and forth, until John captured the sides of her head in his big hands and held it still. “Go on, kiss it,” he urged. Her lips opened and she placed a kiss on the head of his cock. “See, it’s not nasty,” he crowed. She looked doubtful, but ran her tongue out and around his dick head. Jay was still licking her juicy twat, and when he slid a second finger in, she gasped, opening her mouth. John pushed forward, and the head entered. Billie’s eyes got real wide then, just as I took another picture. She tried to turn her head or pull away, but John held her head steady as he fed her more cock, moving in little jerks, each a little longer. “Now, suck it,” John ordered, “suck it hard.” Given no choice, Billie sucked experimentally, and John groaned, “Yeah! Yeah! That’s it… suck… suck harder…” I took more pictures.

Jay was trying to get undressed at the same time he was eating her pussy and twisting his fingers around in her tight twat, but finally gave up and withdrew to get his clothes off. Billie moaned in disappointment, but he was back in a minute He slid on a condom, and slid his cock up and down her juicy slit, getting it lubricated, then centered it on her little cunt opening. He started to push, and groaned, “Oh, God, she’s tight!”

Billie was moaning louder now, even with John’s cock pumping in and out of her mouth. She had about half his cock in her mouth, and was stroking the other half with her small hands. “Uuummm…uuummm…uuummm…uuummm…” she moaned.

Jay whispered to John, “If you don’t want your dick bit off, you might oughta wait a little…” John withdrew his cock, and moved to Billie’s side.

Jay slammed his cock in, hard, and tore Billie’s hymen. Her head snapped back, body lifted off the bed, and she let out another of those ear-piercing little girl squeals, “EEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…..” until she ran out of breath. She’d had another orgasm!

She slumped back onto the bed, gasping and trembling, as Jay started to stroke in deeper, using short strokes, until he bottomed out against her taut little bubble-butt cheeks. “Her twat’s trying to cut off the circulation in my dick,” he said, “Damn! She’s tight!”

Billie gasped, “Oh, my God! I did it again!! I’ve never felt anything like that!”

“And we’re just getting started,” Jay groaned, “the more you do it, the better it gets.” He stopped, “But don’t ever do it without a condom,” he said, “You don’t want to get pregnant or catch some STD. We always use condoms, but some guys are stupid.”

Then he was stroking his cock in-and-out of her tight twat. Billie quickly picked up the pace, and was wriggling her hips and twisting her cute little butt. Her taut, flat tummy was having little convulsions. I took more pictures as she moaned, “OOOohhhh… uuuuhhhh…. Oooooo… that feels soooo… gooodddd…. Uuummm… uuummm… uuummm… uuummm…” Then Jay started stroking faster and longer, pulling almost all the way out and ramming it back in. Billie matched his pace, and was running her tight little twat up and down his cock. She was also flushed, and it spread from her face down her slim neck, over her shoulders and down onto her chest, as she continued gasping and moaning.

Then John straddled her chest again, and rubbed his hard cock against her lips. Billie opened her mouth to gasp, and he slid his cock in, urging her, “Suck, Billie, suck my cock.” She did, still moaning and gasping. I took some more pictures. Then Jay pushed her legs up against John’s back, and continued pounding her pussy.

I put down the camera and retrieved a tube of anal-eze from the overhead. Lubing up a couple of fingers, I rubbed some of the ointment around Billie’s pink little rosebud. She squealed around John’s cock when I inserted a finger into her hot, twisting rectum, and her ass clamped down on my finger. I rubbed it around awhile, and she was back to gasping and moaning. When I slid a lubed second finger in, she stiffened, squealed real loud, her ass and twat tightened up, and she had another orgasm! Both Jay and John followed soon after, pumping their loads into Billie’s stiffened little body. They both withdrew, but I continued twisting and twirling my fingers in her hot ass.

She was gasping, and moaned, “Oooooooo… WHAT DID YOU DO? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my GOD! UUUUUUUnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn,….,” as she came down from her orgasm. Jay threw his condom into the trash and got a wet towel from the storage and washed the pink juices off Billie’s groin. There was a little blood, but mixed with her copious juices, it was just kinda pink. I withdrew my fingers and washed them off with the towel, as Billie lay gasping, eyes closed, and moaning little groans.

I pulled on a condom, and flipped Billie over on her tummy, then pulled her hips up off the bed. “What are you dooooing…?” she moaned.

“Gonna fuck you doggie-style,” I replied, and I centered my hard dick against her pussy and slid it inside. Damn! Jay was right! She was really tight! Despite the juices and cum deposited earlier, it took several minutes to slide my cock all the way in. Billie knelt, puffing and gasping as I did. I waited a minute to let her adjust, then started pulling her slim hips back and forth, and my cock slid in-and-out. Soon, Billie was twisting and pumping her little butt-cheeks.

She was squealing again, “Ooooooo… ooooooooooooo… ooooooooooo…” when I pulled my cock out and centered it on her little pink pucker and jammed it past her sphincter muscle. She let out another little-girl squeal at that, and her ass tightened up so much, I thought she was going to cut my dick off. “The squeal rose in pitch and volume, “EeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…” until she ran out of air. Then she was gasping, “Oh, my God, oh, my God, ohmy, ohmyGod, OHMYGOD!” Her ass unclenched and I slid my cock in further, using short slow strokes. Billie picked up with the squealing, “Eeeeee… eeee… eeee…. Eeeeeee…,” gasping in between squeals. Once I had it all the way in, and my pubis bumped her taut little bubble-butt, I just held still, and let her catch her breath. Her ass was a live thing, independent of the rest of her, squeezing and grasping my cock. I reached underneath and grasped a tittie in each palm, thumbing her puffy nipples with my thumbs. Her ass relaxed a little, and she was moaning. I held still. After awhile, I released one plump tit and slid my hand down her flat tummy and between her legs. I curled one finger and inserted it into her wet pussy and rubbed her clitoris back and forth. She moaned deeper. After a minute, her butt started doing little circles, and Billie started panting. Her ass muscles were trying to expel my cock, and I let her slide forward until just the head of my dick was in her ass, then pulled her hips back to me. Billie groaned deeper. Again, her ass muscles expelled all but the head of my dick. This time I jerked her back quickly, and she let out a little “eep!” . We did it again, and again, until we had settled into a rhythm, slow withdrawl, quick pump back in. Her pussy was really nibbling on my finger now, and her butt started a rotation as I’d jerk it back to me. “Eep!” came from her open, panting mouth with each instroke. The flash was going off periodically, so either Jay or John was taking pictures.

“You like that, don’t you?” I asked Billie, “you like my cock in your ass, don’t you?”

She groaned a hesitant, “…..ye… yes.”

“Say it out loud,” I insisted, for the recorder. “Yes,” Billie moaned.

“Say you like my cock in your ass,” I demanded, giving her a little harder hunch.

She almost yelled, “Yeah! Yes! I like your cock in my ass!”

“Do you like being fucked?” I persisted.

“Yes, I like being fucked!” Billie replied, “I love it!” “Fuck me!” “Fuck me!”

I picked up the rhythm, still rubbing her little hard clit in time with my strokes in and out of her ass.

Billie started squealing again with each stroke, “Eeee,” “Eeeee,” “Eeeeeee….” “Eeeeeeee…” In just a few minutes, her little body stiffened and she raised her hands back up off the bed, and leaned her body back against me. “Oh dear,” she squealed, “Oh dear, oh dear, ohdear, ohdear… I’m cumming… I’m cumming again… oh, my god, oh, oh, oh mygod, ohmygod, EEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee… ” her squeal trailed off, and she slumped back against me.

When her ass muscles finally loosened, I shot my load into the condom, my hips still pumping. I settled down, and slumped against Billie’s back, pushing her face-down onto the bed. We lay there panting. I pushed myself up, removed the condom and threw it into the trash. The towel we’d put on the bed was soaked with Billie’s juices, which had run down both thighs. I dried it all off, and replaced the towel on the bed. Her orgasms were very, very wet.

When I turned back to Billie, she was giggling. I asked why, and she said, “WOW! Boy, was momma wrong! She taught me sex was dirty, and something a woman did because it was her duty… and only to her husband. Sex is …. MARVELOUS! I never felt anything so… good. I never dreamed it was like… this. I love everything about it!” By then, Jay and John had laid down on either side of her. They rolled her on her back and kissed her, alternating between her mouth and erect nipples and breasts, meanwhile caressing her thighs and flat tummy. Billie was crooning, “Uuuummmmm… aaaahhhhhh…. Oooooooo… ”

After a few minutes, John picked up her tiny body, turned her in mid-air, and sat her straddling his pelvis. She reached for his hard cock, lifted her hips, and inserted it into her hot little twat, slowly sinking down until their pubic mounds bumped, and let out a long hiss … “Ssssssssssss….. ooooooo, that feelssss… soooo… good….” With that, she started lifting and lowering her pussy onto his cock, very slowly, savoring every feeling. I took some more pictures, and then some more when Jay got up on his knees and offered his cock to her willing-and-waiting mouth. She began sucking him, bobbing her head, and moaning, “UUummmmm… mmmmm… uuuuhhhhh… mmmmm…” After a few minutes, Billie started bouncing faster on John’s cock, and pushed back on Jay’s hips to pull his dick out of her mouth. She was breathing very hard, and making little squealing noises as she sped up her butt-bouncing. As she raised up, she’d give a little jerk that almost pulled her twat completely off John’s dick, then she’d give a little swirl with her hips as she settled back down, with a little “eeek” each time. Her head was thrown back, and her hair trailed on John’s chest as she twisted her head around.

John was moaning, “Oh, gawd, oh, gawd, oh, oh, oh … oh, gawd…” He didn’t last long with her twat squeezing and pumping his cock, despite his earlier cum; so he soon pumped another condom-full.

As his dick softened, Billie pulled herself off and crouched in front of Jay, putting her little taut butt in his direction, putting her boobs and shoulders down on the mattress. Looking back over her shoulder, she wiggled her little bubble-butt and breathed, “Do me doggie…” Jay slipped on a condom and complied, sliding his dick full-length in her squishy pussy. I took some more pictures as he proceeded to pump her hard and fast. Billie was squealing with every stroke now, “Eeee… eee… eee…Oooo… ooo… ooo…” I took more pictures. After a few minutes, Billie’s hip-jerking tight little twat took its toll on Jay’s cock, and he stiffened, jerking her hard against his pelvis. This set off Billie, and she let out another of those glass-breaking squeals as pussy juice ran down both thighs, “EEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…… ” She trailed off, gasping for breath as Jay emptied another load into the condom, then pulled out. Billie lay gasping, a soft smile on her pretty face. We got dressed, and drove Billie back to her dorm. We parked outside and roused Billie, who had fallen asleep. She dressed drowsily as I talked to her.

“You now have three new secret boyfriends,” I explained.

Billie smiled and kissed each of us. “We don’t expect you to give up your boyfriend,” I went on, “just to have a date with us once a week.”

Billie frowned, confused, “You don’t care if I date Brad?” she asked.

“No, in fact, we expect it, ” Jay said, “we just want to be your secret boyfriends…. We want a date once a week, on whatever day is best for you. We won’t tell your boyfriend, and don’t expect that you will want to, either. We’re not looking for a long-term commitment, just some fun.”

Billie thought about it a long time, asked a few questions, and seemed hesitant. I persisted, “What day is best for you?”

She finally responded, “Wednesday, I guess, I can keep it a secret from Brad, and duck out of Wednesday Chapel as soon as it starts, about 7:00 p.m…”

“I’ll pick you up at 7:00 behind the Chapel on Wednesday, then,” I agreed. Billie got out of the van, after looking around to see no one was watching, and entered the dorm.

We picked up a couple of pizzas and went home to the apartment, had a couple of beers, checked our e-mails and got some shut-eye. We all overslept the next morning, had breakfast, cleaned up the apartment a little, and spent the day lazing around the pool watching the women. Sunday was pretty much the same, and we worked Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday as usual.

We’d decided to bring Billie to the apartment Wednesday night, and I went to pick her up in the van, because she’d recognize it. I parked behind the Chapel and she came running to the van, opened the door and slid inside.

Before I could even say “Hi,” she blurted, “I can’t do this!” She didn’t pause, but went on, “I’ve been thinking about this, and it’s all wrong, I can’t be doing this, I’m a good girl, and it isn’t fair to my fiancé, and it’s so, so, wrong, just wrong, and immoral, and against everything I was taught… and I just can’t!” She looked at me defiantly, and started to open the door.

“Maybe you ought to look at this,” I said quietly, and got out my laptop from the storage rack and turned it on. I put in the VCD I’d finished that morning and turned on the slideshow I’d worked up, complete with sound. The slideshow was of Billie’s performance on Friday night, pretty well timed with the sounds edited from the recorder, showing her getting her titties sucked, complete with her voice-over telling how much she liked each portion of the show.

Billie’s eyes grew big, and she stared at the screen. The blush started on her cheeks and spread down her slender neck and disappeared into her neckline. When the slideshow was over, I shut off the computer.

Billie was breathing heavily, wide-eyed and blushing. She didn’t say anything for awhile, then whispered, “You wouldn’t show that to anyone… would you?”

“Not if you carry out your end of the bargain, and be nice to us.” I said.

She thought it over for a long minute, looking into my face. Then her eyes dropped, and she whispered, “O.K.” I started the van.

When we arrived at the apartment, Billie was impressed at the gated security and the nice landscaping around the apartments. She was also impressed with the opulence of the living room when we entered. John and Jay were watching the VCD on the big-screen plasma TV when we entered. Both came to hug and kiss her. Jay started the video camera he had mounted on a tripod, as John dropped to his knees in front of Billie, unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt and slid it off her bubble-butt and down her slim legs.

No panties! Billie wasn’t wearing any underwear! She’d come prepared for sex! She blushed deeply as John fastened his mouth to her tiny twat. She let out a huge sigh, and lifted one leg over John’s shoulder. John swiped his tongue up and down a couple of times and she squealed, “Eeeeeee….” then grabbed the back of his head, lifted her other slim thigh, and was sitting on John’s shoulders, grinding her pussy against his chin and mouth, still squealing gently and gasping for air. “I…(gasp)…I have to … (gasp) be… back… at the dorm…(gasp) before… (eeee..) midnight…” Billie managed, then went back to gasping, grinding, and squealing.

Jay left the camera and walked over in front of Billie and pulled her sweater over her head, one sleeve at a time, so she could stay balanced on John’s shoulders.

No bra! Boy, Billie had sure changed — from a cast-iron bra and cotton panties to no underwear at all! Jay suckled happily at her pouty mouth and perky nipples. As for me, I got a tube of anal-eze, lubed up a couple of fingers, and knelt behind her. I rubbed the lubrication around her anus, then slid one finger inside. She squealed real loud, “Eeeeeeeeeeee!” and tensed up for a minute, then resumed grinding her pussy against John’s chin and lips, and gasping for breath between little squeals.

After a couple minutes of this, I slid a second finger inside her taut little pucker. This time, she let out one of those head-back, ear-splitting, glass-breaking little-girl squeals, locked her thighs tight around John’s head, and had a knee-trembling orgasm, “EEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee….”

She’d have fallen over backwards if I hadn’t caught her. Her pussy-juices drenched John’s mouth and chin, and flooded the front of this shirt, as her thighs tried to squash his head. Her tummy muscles convulsed and her butt-cheeks clenched.

When she finally relaxed, John was fighting for air. “Damn, I thought she was going to smother me…” he marveled. I carried Billie into my bedroom and laid her on the bed. She was gasping for air and trembling all over.

Wide-eyed, Billie gasped, “What now?”

“We’re gonna make you air-tight.” I replied.

“Air-tight? What’s that?” Billie wondered.

“You’ll see,” I promised.

John put on a condom and lay on his back, picked Billie’s tiny body up and moved her to straddle his hips. As she’d done Friday, Billie reached for his hard cock and nestled it into her tiny twat, sliding slowly down until she captured it all. She let out a long, sibilant “Yessssssss…” John pulled her head down and gave her a long, soft kiss, which she returned, while rubbing her pert titties against his chest. Meanwhile, I undressed and pulled on a condom, also. Jay had followed me carrying Billie with the video camera and tripod into the bedroom, and he was now getting undressed.

John was moaning, “Damn, that’s tight — Gawd, that’s so tight — even as wet and slippery as she gets, it’s still about to cut my dick off…” Billie was still squirming.

I nestled up to Billie’s back and she leaned back against me as I pushed her long hair to one side and kissed her on the neck and nibbled her tiny ear-lobe. She was emitting little squeals as she leaned back against me and raised one arm to reach behind my neck and pull my face to hers as she turned over her shoulder to kiss me.

“Oh, God, it’s even better than I remember,” she whispered, still squealing softly as she rode up and down John’s rod.

I grasped her pert and puffy nipples in my hands and pulled and tugged on her titties. Then I pulled on them as I leaned against her back and pulled them back down to John’s chest. John took over kneading and caressing her boobies, as I nestled my rock-hard prick against her tiny pucker and pushed it slowly inside.

Billie really squealed then, “EEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…. Oh, my God, what are you DOO – OOO OOOO..iiiinnnggggggg?”

“Making you air-tight,” said Jay. “When all three holes are filled, then you’ll be air-tight.”

“OH, OH, OH — that’s soooo dirty,” Billie squealed, “EEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…” I continued working my cock past her sphincter muscle. Once fully inside, I just sat still, and Billie was squirming on both our cocks, squealing and squirming, swirling her little butt around. Jay knelt and presented his cock to Billie. She took it in her tiny fist and kissed it, swirling her tongue around the head, and then started sucking on it, still squealing softly.

“Wow! That feels unbelievable,” moaned Jay, “her mouth is like a soft vibrator around my dick…”

John, Jay and I were just sitting still as Billie worked our cocks over with her tiny twat, tight ass and soft mouth. Quickly, Billie was speeding up then, and we each tried to match her stroke-for-stroke. After a few minutes, we were all fucking at a furious pace, and Billie was squealing even louder around Jay’s dick.

It was too much for Jay and he moaned, “Cumming… oh, God, I’m cumming!” as he shot his load into Billie’s mouth. She swallowed it happily down her slender neck, still squealing without missing a beat or a stroke. Jay lay back on the bed, as Billie increased both the pace of her jerking hips and the squealing down deep in her chest.

Then she was having another of those juice-squirting, head-back, little girl-squeal, knee-trembling, tummy-convulsing orgasms. It seemed to go on for minutes, “EEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee… eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee……….. “I swear, it must have wakened every dog in town. I’m surprised we had any windows left when she finally collapsed on John’s chest.

John and I finished pumping loads in her cunt and ass and withdrew.

She was still lying on John’s chest, gasping for air, when Jay, who’d already recovered his hard-on, nestled up to her back, centered his cock, and slammed it full-length into her ass. Billie squealed, and squealed some more as Jay rolled over with Billie laying on him, his dick up her butt. They both kinda wiggled a few minutes, and then Billie was jerking her hips up and down, pumping Jay’s cock. What a little dynamo!

Billie had her little butt flat down on Jay’s pelvis, and curled her flexible back into a bow, resting the crown of her head on his chest, and jerked her taut little butt up and down his cock, squealing softly with each pump. John lay on one side of them and I on the other and kissed and squeezed her hard titties and sucked on her puffy nipples. The squeals got louder, and she began really pounding her butt on Jay’s cock.

John and I took turns playing with her clit and sliding a finger into her tight little twat until her body stiffened, and she squirted pussy-juice all over our hands, Jay’s cock and scrotum, and all over the sheets, which were already pretty soaked with juices and sweat.

Then she passed out, laying on Jay’s chest, and slept awhile. Jay eased out from under her.

Billie napped for about 30 minutes, and awoke with a yawn, stretch, and then a big smile. “What time is it?” she asked.

“About 10:30,” I answered.

“Oh, good,” she responded, “we’ve got another hour.” Then she put both hands on the bed, and said, “Eeewwwww…I’m all hot and sticky and so are the sheets.” Between all our sweat and her sweet pussy-juices, they were soaked.

“I need a shower,” Billie announced, getting off the bed. She reached and got me by the cock. “And, I need some DICK!” she whispered, and proceeded to lead me by the dick to the bathroom.

She adjusted the water temperature and stepped into the shower, pulling me with her. She knelt in the spray, and tongued my dick back into hardness. I hollered at the guys to bring me a condom, and they both showed up. I slid it on. Once it was in place, Billie grabbed my neck with both hands and gave a little bound, and had her legs wrapped around my waist. I reached under her tight little butt and fitted my cock to her pussy. She slammed her hips down, engulfing my dick in her tight little twat all in one motion, with a little squeal, and began bouncing her butt up-and-down, really fast, squealing with each bounce. “Eee…” “Eeee…” Eeee” she squealed. Then she’d give a little groan and stop bouncing and swirl her hips.

It was fantastic! She was fantastic! What a little sex-fiend! She had two more orgasms before I came, and she slumped against my chest. I lowered her down, we got dressed, and John drove her back to her dorm. He said she gave him another blow-job on the way back, and said she was looking forward to next Wednesday.

I had to change to the spare bedroom or change the sheets, because they were soaked with sweat and pussy-juice. I stripped the bed, put the sheets in the dirty clothes hamper, and slept in the other bedroom that night.

Thursday was a long day’s work, and we were tied up solving problems with one client in particular and putting out fires at a couple of others. I replaced the sheets on my bed with a clean set before I could go to bed that night.

Friday, I had a computer programming class I teach at the college three days a week, Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, 10:00 to noon. I asked Jay and John to meet me for lunch and to come a little early so I could show them my plan for a second girlfriend.