Free American Blue by Penny Birch Page B

spanking, that was nice.’
    She didn’t even answer, but took hold of my hair, pulling me firmly into her sex. I began to lick once more, enjoying the soft flesh of her sex lips and the little folds between, bumping the tip of my tongue over her already swollen clit, while my hands were already back between my legs, stroking my own plump, puffy sex. I knew we might not have much time before somebody got curious, so turned my full attention to making her come while I let my mind dwell on the way she’d spanked me, her knees locked with her own twin sister’s, caressing my bottom in between slaps, and with another five vindictive little brats looking on and enjoying my degradation.
    I must have been further gone than I thought, because my orgasm came far faster than I’d expected, in a series of sudden, hard contractions that had me clenching my cheeks and clutching at my pussy. She barely seemed to notice, holding me firmly against her sex with one hand and stroking her breasts with the other, clearly about to reach her own climax. Then she did, her fingers twisting hard in my hair and a muffled sob escaping her lips as she came under my tongue. A moment later we broke apart.
    ‘Thank you,’ I managed, after a moment to gulp in air. ‘You’re lovely, thank you.’
    ‘OK,’ she answered, nothing more, save a smile as she wiped her pussy.
    She wrapped a fresh towel around her and hurried away, leaving me with a touch of regret. It had been nice, but too hurried. I’d have liked to take longer and to go further, maybe licking her bottom hole or even letting her pee in my mouth, although it seemed unlikely she was quite that kinky. I definitely needed to come again, and decided to do it in my room, with the door unlocked so that I could enjoy the thought of the humiliation if they caught me frigging my dirty little pussy over what they’d done to me.
    The moment I was in my room I flung myself down on the bed, my legs spread open. One hand slipped back between my thighs and the other went to my breasts, toying with myself as I once more focused on the way the girls had treated me. A few deft touches and I’d have come a second time, but I held back, teasing my nipples and pussy lips and the still warm tuck of my bottom. They’d spanked me well, seven of them, young athletic girls, taking turns to warm my plump white bottom, and with my panties down to make sure that everything showed. Princess had even pulled my knickers off, leaving me stark naked, surely the best and most appropriate way for me to be in front of them, nude with a red bum while I served and cleaned and scrubbed and licked their pussies on demand.
    I thought of how they might catch me as I was, spread out naked on my bed, masturbating shamelessly with two fingers up my hole and one erect nipple pinched between two more. They’d laugh at me, maybe make me finish myself off in front of them, maybe beat me again, harder than before, maybe stick something up me, maybe make me lick all seven of them, including Jemima, definitely including Jemima. My back arched at the thought, I began to grind the ball of my thumb on my pussy and I could hold back no more, my orgasm rising in my head, just as the latch of the door clicked and it began to swing open.
    The thought of being caught might have been a turn on, but the reality sent a violent shock of pure shame through me, and I hastily closed my legs, only to see that it was Becky. She was smiling, nervous but excited, and I let my thighs come wide once more, offering myself to her, my voice a sigh as I spoke.
    ‘Come to me, Becky. Do anything you like.’
    ‘I’m not Becky,’ she answered. ‘I’m Bobby, but she told me.’
    Another jolt of shame hit me at the realisation that I’d just spread my pussy to a different girl, but it was weaker by far than the first. She was in nothing but a towel, and she obviously hadn’t come in to make small talk. I held my arms out for her and she came forward, a