Butter Wouldn't Melt by Penny Birch Page A

filthiest, because I hadn’t told Jade how I’d imagined myself being buggered by Lucius Todmorden at the very peak of my orgasm.
    â€˜At least you’re honest,’ AJ said, ‘or is it just that you know that little slut Dumplings would have told me everything already? Yes, it is, isn’t it?’
    My eyes had given me away, and she gave a satisfied nod before she continued.
    â€˜OK, Moppet, so you like a bit of variety. Fair enough, so do I, and just to be kind I’ve arranged for you to get some. Take her indoors, girls.’
    â€˜What are you going to do?’ I asked as Sam and Xiang took me by the arms.
    â€˜It’s more what you’re going to do,’ AJ told me. ‘You’re going to satisfy all of us.’
    I swallowed hard. There were fourteen of them, all bigger and older than me, most of them into spanking or bondage or worse. Yet I couldn’t refuse, and I couldn’t even resist, only stumble after AJ as I was dragged across the rough concrete and inside the old garage. The air was thick with the smells of petrol and grease, the light dull and greenish where it shone through algae-encrusted windows. Several half-dismantled bikes and cars stood around a clear space where a grubby mattress had been laid out on the floor, with a chair beside it. I was pushed towards the mattress, where I stood, biting my lip as the girls made themselves comfortable.
    â€˜Go on then, AJ,’ Naomi urged. ‘Teach the little slut a lesson.’
    â€˜I don’t want to be greedy,’ AJ answered. ‘I’ll go last. The rest of you can draw lots for her.’
    She’d gone across to the far wall, and pulled a page out of an old calendar that showed a blonde girl lifting her top. I waited, ever more conscious of my nudity as she carefully cut the page into pieces, separating out the first thirteen number squares, on which she closed her hands, shaking them as she turned back to us.
    â€˜Sam’s number one,’ she said, ‘Naomi’s two, then three and four and so on round to Xiang, who’s number thirteen. Got it?’
    They obviously had, and she quickly drew out a number from the now scrumpled bundle of paper in her hands.
    â€˜Seven,’ she announced.
    A girl stepped forward, someone I only knew by sight. That didn’t matter. I was hers to do with as shepleased. She was dressed as a man, but in a style out of date by fifty years, with a formal suit and a hat. I was just glad I hadn’t been given to one of the hardcore diesel dykes first, and as she stepped onto the mattress I managed a nervous smile.
    â€˜Go for it, Trilby,’ one of the others urged, ‘but leave something for us, yeah?’
    The girl nodded, not bothering to turn around, but fixing me with a disconcerting stare. Her eyes were steel-grey, and although she was just an inch or so taller than me and slim too, I knew I’d be putty in her hands. After a moment she spoke.
    â€˜Ever been fucked?’
    I shook my head, then halted in confusion as I realised what she meant and made a vague gesture towards AJ. Trilby smiled and spoke.
    â€˜Well you’re going to be now. Get on your knees, arse high.’
    As she spoke she pointed to her feet and I got quickly down, lifting my bottom into the required position, kneeling low on the mattress with my cheeks up and open to show off the little hole between and pussy too. Trilby began to walk around me, stopping when she was directly behind.
    â€˜Are we going to need any lube?’ she said. ‘Are we fuck!’
    A sob broke from my lips. She was right. I was quite wet enough already, my pussy creaming so well the juice was running down my thighs as I held my position. They could all see, laughing and joking amongst themselves for the state I was in, and clapping as Trilby pulled down her trousers to flop out a thick rubber cock. It was bright red, and fashioned in grotesque detail, with a bulbous head