J Watson - Chained women

"Let me get this straight," Jim said. "If I vote for you, you can promise to get me fucked."

"I wouldn't put it like that," Leslie smiled, "but I can promise you someone who's quite willing to do anything you ask."

"Well," Jim said. "That means getting me fucked. But I can't speak for the rest of the football team. I could give you my vote but I can't promise you any more."

"Hmmm." Leslie pursed her lips in thought. "You mean you, can't influence them in any way?"

"I wouldn't dare. The coach might hear about it."

"Well then," Leslie said. "What if I could promise them the same thing?"

"You mean the whole football team?" Jim said incredulously.

"All of them that counted."

"If you do that," Jim said. "You could count on getting the election."

"I can do it. Where and when?"

Jim thought for a moment. "You know the old playground near the school?"

Leslie nodded.

"Have her there at four. There are some old dugouts where the baseball team used to play. That should give us enough privacy."

"And when?" Leslie asked.

"How about four on Saturday."

"Saturday's fine. She'll be there. And I hope you all have a good time."

They stopped before Leslie's house. Jim watched her as she left his car and walked up her walkway. Four on Saturday. Jim was no virgin, but he was excited about the prospect of a real gang bang. He wondered who the girl would be and then he decided it wouldn't matter. As long as she had tits and a cunt she would be fine. If she was ugly they could always put a paper bag over her head.

That evening he called all of his friends and the date was set. He could hear the excitement in their voices. They would vote for King Kong for head cheerleader for a piece of ass.

Saturday was a beautiful day. At four o'clock the boys were gathered at the old playground. There were twelve of them and they were all horny as hell.

They kept asking who the girl was going to be and Jim had to keep telling them that he didn't know. He hoped it wasn't a trick on Leslie's part. He was going to be mad as hell if it was.

But a few minutes later Leslie and another girl entered the parking lot and walked toward them. Jim shaded his eyes against the sun. He knew the girl. He had seen her around school. Cindy something or other. She wasn't a bad-looking girl. She had good tits and a slender waist and blonde hair that swept her shoulders.

His cock began to get hard.

"Hello, boys," Leslie said. "This is Cindy."

The boys nodded at Leslie but their eyes were feasting on Cindy.

"What did you want to show me, Leslie?" Cindy asked.

"These boys," Leslie said innocently. "They're all members of the football team and they've been waiting for you."

"Waiting for me?" Cindy asked. "What for?" Her eyes were wide and puzzled. Jim cursed under his breath. He wasn't going to rape her. He thought Leslie had told her what she was here for, but Cindy looked as if she didn't know.

"Ahh hell," one of the boys said. "I thought we were going to get a piece of ass. I think I'm going home."

Cindy turned to Leslie and her face was accusing. "Did you promise them that? That I would do that with all of them?"

"Come on, Cindy," Leslie said coldly. "You're my friend and it's the only way I'll get the election. Besides, you won't miss it."

"I'm going home," Cindy said. "I'm not a friend of yours any more."

"Then go home," Leslie said. "But remember. I know all about what the Cross brothers do. They'll get awfully mad if they think you've been spreading rumors around."

"You'd do that?" Cindy questioned. "You'd do that to me?"

"I want the election very badly," Leslie shrugged.

"Damn," Cindy said softly, looking around at the twelve boys. They were all rugged-looking and strong and could probably go more than once.

"Well?" Jim asked. "What's it to be?"

"I'll do it," Cindy said. "It doesn't look like I've got much choice."

The boys seemed to get shy after that. They backed away from Cindy and looked at one another. They weren't sure about things now. They didn't want to look like fools with their cocks hanging out. Who would go first? Cindy settled things.

"Well I'm not going to do it out in the open," Cindy said. "Let's get in the dugout."

Cindy went in first and looked around. The place was old and dirty. The bench was rotten. She had no desire to allow twelve boys the use of her body in this dirty place, but she was also afraid. Leslie was just the type to go around spreading rumors about the Cross brothers and pinning the blame on her.

And Cindy was very much afraid of the Cross brothers. They knew how to hurt someone in hundreds of different ways, and they didn't mind using any of them.

Jim followed her into the dugout and she turned to look at him. Any other time she might have wanted to fuck this husky good-looking boy, but not with twelve more outside.

She sighed. She might as well get it over with.

"How do you want it?" she asked Jim.

"How?" Jim asked.

She sighed. He had the look of the innocent about him. She imagined that more than half of the boys had never fucked a girl.

She shrugged and began to unbutton her blouse. She shrugged it off her shoulders and carefully folded it. She was aware that the boys were crowding around the entrance to the dugout trying to see her.

She arched her back so that she could give them a good show. She was wearing a black low-cut bra that barely contained her tits. Her tits seemed to be two small puppies fighting their way out of the tight confines of the bra.

"Do you like them?" she asked Jim.

"Take the bra off," he said. "Then I'll tell you."

She smiled. His throat was dry and the words were croaked out and she knew he was getting hotter by the moment. She reached behind her back and undid the snaps. The bra fell away.

There was a sharp intake of breath from all the boys. Once more she arched her back so that her proud tits stood out firmly. Her huge brown nipples had already gotten hard.

"Now do you like them?" she asked.

"Oh God yes," he said.

"Taste them," she said.

Jim looked uncomfortable. He looked up at the boys watching.

"Please taste them," Cindy said again. "You'll like them."

Jim waited no longer. He dropped to his knees in front of Cindy and drew in one of her large tits. He sucked it into his mouth as far as he could.

Cindy gasped. His tongue was doing things to her nipple. He raised a hand to fondle her other tit. He was enjoying himself. He was making noises of pleasure as he gobbled more of her creamy flesh into his mouth.

"That's nice," Cindy encouraged.

He dropped his hands and then brought them up under her skirt. He cupped her ass cheeks and started squeezing them gently.

Cindy could feel the heat taking over her body. None of the boys was speaking or smiling. They watched in wide-eyed amazement.

Cindy dropped down and lay with her legs spread. Jim moved away from her tits and tugged at her panties. He pulled them off and threw them to the watching boys. There were a few jeering laughs. He tugged her skirt up to her waist.

"I'm going to fuck you, Cindy," he said.

"Yes," she said. "Go ahead and fuck me. Go ahead."

He unzipped his fly. When his prick sprang out he moved between her legs.

"God!" someone said from the dugout entrance. "He's really going to do it!"

Cindy wondered if the boy were an idiot. Of course they were going to do it. That was why they were here.

Jim pushed and his prick easily entered Cindy's cunt. She raised her legs and crossed them behind his back.

Cindy didn't try to stay with him. She knew it would only be a few moments before he came. Impatient boys were always like that. She rested her head and closed her eyes.

She could feel him pounding within her cunt. She could feel it when his cock-head began to enlarge, and his breath quickened.