J Watson: The virgin_s naughty lessons

"Oh my God," Susan said softly.

She turned the page. A lot of little pictures of the same blonde woman. This time, it looked like the young blonde had just been fucked. In a couple of pictures she was sprawled out on the bed with her cunt exposed. Susan could almost see the thick drops of jism in the blonde's pink pussy.

Susan gasped again as she turned the page. There were more pictures of the blonde with the big tits. Each one showed the blonde in a new position and she had a pleased expression on her face. Susan licked her suddenly dry lips.

She was feeling strange. She wanted to stop looking. Her hands had started trembling. There was something a little sick about looking at pictures of another woman. Yet, she was excited. She had to keep turning the pages. In a picture near the bottom of one page the young blonde was on her back with her legs spread. This time she had three fingers buried in her warm muff. Susan could feel those fingers. It was crazy but she could feel those fingers working in her own cunt.

"Oh God," Susan moaned. "What's wrong with me? I'm so hot!"

She turned to the last page. It was covered with pictures of the blonde and two men. It took Susan a moment before she realized the men were Mike and Kevin. In the top picture Mike had his cock out and the blonde was kissing his balls. Susan could see the blonde's pink tongue working under the heavy sacs.

Susan remembered how she had been disgusted by the thought of sucking Kevin's cock. She hadn't wanted to suck him then. Now she found herself wondering what it would be like to touch her tongue to a man's heavy balls, and to actually take a cock into her mouth.

Mike was in the next picture. He had his cock out and the blonde squatted over him. She gripped his big, red prick in her fingers and she was about to stuff it into her twat.

Susan was hotter than hell. She touched her hand to her thighs. She suddenly felt like she had too many clothes on. She was burning up. She stripped the costume off in one, quick motion. Her stockings came off next. She ran her hands down her long legs. She could feel fire in her aching pussy and her fingers didn't help. She stretched out on the bed and reached for another photo album. She thumbed through it quickly. There were more fuck-pictures in the second album. This time a few more girls appeared. They were all getting fucked in every position possible.

"Oh Jesus," Susan moaned. "Jesus!"

Susan dropped the album. She couldn't look at any more pictures. She leaned back and closed her eyes. She kept mentally picturing Kevin's big cock. One of those pictures had shown the blonde lustily sucking on Kevin's prick. Kevin's hot dick had been deep in the blonde's mouth and the blonde looked as if she were enjoying it. Susan didn't know why, but the pictures made her sick and jealous at the same time.

Susan kept rubbing her hot thighs but that wasn't helping. She knew what she was going to have to do. She'd done it before to ease the pressure of being a young single girl. She moved her hand between her thighs and covered her hot pussy.

She wormed her finger into her hot pussy and felt the tingling sensations begin to grow. She worked her fingers over her clitty and made the bud hard. Her ass began jerking from side to side. She felt her fingers getting wet from pussy juice.

"Oh fuck," Susan moaned. "Oh fuck! Fuck!"

She kept remembering that picture of the blonde sucking cock and she kept thinking that it was her. She could almost taste the hot meat, and it didn't seem nearly so disgusting as it had a few minutes before! She kept working her fingers in and out of her cunt and she could feel the excitement growing again. God, she didn't know what kind of animal she was turning into. All she knew was that she craved pleasure. She couldn't get enough.

Susan was sitting on the couch brushing her waist length blonde hair. She could hear the shower running Mike's bedroom. She heard Kevin coming into the room from his own bedroom. She turned her head to see him. He was holding one of the big photo albums.

"You've been a busy girl," he said. "What do you mean?" she asked. "You've been looking at our books." Susan stopped brushing her hair. She had thought that she'd put the albums back the way she'd found them. She had almost worn her pussy out finger-fucking that afternoon, but it hadn't satisfied her. She kept thinking about stiff dicks.

"Did you enjoy our pictures?" Kevin asked. Kevin sat down beside her. He put his hand on her bare knee. Again she felt the brutal strength of his rough fingers. She remembered his big dick and she shivered.

"I asked if you enjoyed our pictures?" he asked again. "Yes," she admitted.

"Did you get hot looking at them?" Kevin asked. "Did it make you hot enough to finger your cunt?"

Susan could hide nothing from these two men. They had started to dominate her completely. The words stuck in her throat. She was too ashamed. But she had to answer. She nodded her head. She found herself blushing again.

"Take that outfit off," Kevin said.

Susan stood obediently. She stripped out of the skimpy costume and dropped it at his feet. She found that she was proud of the way he ogled her body. She was glad she had big tits. She knew he liked her body.

He reached up to fondle her tits. She could feel them growing hard and achy. She couldn't control the way her body began to tremble. She put her hand over his.

"You cunt," Kevin said.

Suddenly he was twisting her flesh and she screamed in pain. He forced her down on her knees and slammed his balled up fist into her beautiful face. She went backwards on the floor. He stood over her and he took off his belt.

"You cunt," Kevin said.

"What did I do?" she asked.

"It's time you learned your lesson. You don't do anything until you're told to do it. You're ours, bitch. You don't belong to yourself anymore!"

She tried to scramble away from him. He caught her and began to strike her with his belt. The tough leather belt didn't cut her skin but it hurt like hell. In a few seconds she was sobbing and begging for him to stop.

He didn't stop. He kept swinging the belt. There was no place she could go. She kept sobbing as the hard belt kept whistling through the air.

Mike came out of the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his middle. She scrambled toward him but Mike showed no mercy. She felt the belt hitting her again. She put her hands over her head and let him hit her until he grew tired.

He finally grew tired enough to stop. He dropped the belt beside her and walked back to the couch. He knew he had beaten the last traces of pride out of her. That was the way he wanted it. Now there was nothing she would refuse to do.

"Quit your damn crying," Kevin said.

She tried to control herself. Mike told her to fix them a drink. She tried but she couldn't stop trembling as she hurried into the kitchen to fix the drinks. She felt them watching her as she brought the glasses back out. Her flesh was red from the belt. She was bruised and hurt, and yet she had never felt more like a woman.

Kevin reached for her tits again. They were already swollen and achy. She could hardly stand because her knees felt so weak. She felt his fingers moving her nipples, sending little shivers through her. She felt his hand moving down her belly to the furry bush between her legs.

"I don't think you're going to give us any more trouble," Kevin said.

"No," she whispered. "I'll do whatever you want. I'll be a good girl. I promise."

Kevin grinned as he sipped his drink. His free hand still played in her furry bush. He wiggled his fingers around until he felt the wet lips of her cunt. He could feel her trembling as his fingers wormed up inside her slick box.

He moved his fingers in and out and could see her entire body responding to his touch. Kevin liked to see the female animal like this. The little blonde bitch would do anything to satisfy him. Kevin took his fingers out of her pussy.