Wendy thought Paul was just the most dreamy boy in the class.  He seemed so smart, so mature, so sure of himself.  But he always seemed to spend most of his time with Anne and Katie.  In fact the other classmates sometimes joked about it.  But even though Paul, Anne and Katie seemed inseperable most of the time, they all had thier own interests and they did spend time with others.  So, Wendy thought she might have a chance to get closer to him, if she could learn more about him.  Of course, she would be just too embarrassed if he knew she was watching him, so she tried to be inconspicuous about it.

One fine fall day, she followed him after school.  At first he seemed to have no particular place to go.  He wondered through a couple of stores near school, and bought himself a sweet.  But then, as he strolled closer to his home, he seemed to move with more purpose.  She almost didn't see where he went, when he passed down a carraige lane to a small old pasture near Anne's house.  She was just in time to see him go into the side door of an old, apparently abandoned, barn on the edge of the neighborhood.  She hesitated for a moment, standing by the pasture fence.  For a moment she was  afraid to go on, for fear of being discovered.  But - If he had some secret hiding place, and she could find it -

She hurried up to the barn, and crept along the wall to the door.  She listened, but didn't hear anything.  She tried to peek in through the door, but didn't see anything.  Gathering what little courage she could muster, she slipped inside.  It was dark where she was, but there was light at the other end, behind a wall.  She could hear voices, but she could not hear what they were saying, so she began to creep forward.  

Paul's voice?  Something about playing a game?  A girl's voice?  Who?  Something about slaves and masters?  Paul again, clearly: "Then kneel before me!"  And girlish sounding giggles.  More than one girl.

Paul said: "Have you been good slaves while I have been gone?"

And the reply: "No master, we have been very bad, and need to be punished."  Now Wendy was close enough to recognize the voice; it was Anne.

And another: "Yes, master, we need to be punished."  That one was Katie.

Then Paul replied: "Then punished you shall be."

Wendy reached the edge of the wall, and peeked around.  There was an electric lamp fixed to the far wall, and it brightly lit this end of the barn floor.  Paul stood there, barefoot, and pulling off his shirt, his tail gently waving behind him.  Anne and Katie were on thier knees in front of him, smiling, tails wagging happily.  And  they seemed to be completely naked!   

Wendy gasped in shock, and took a step back.  But in the darkness her skirt caught on something.  She clutched at it, but it seemed stuck fast.  She pulled hard, and it jerked free causing her to loose her balance.  Something tripped her with a clatter, and she cried out as she fell over backwards, bumping her head on the hard packed dirt floor.  

She gathered herself to rise, but when she looked up, Paul, Anne, and Katie were standing over her.  Then she noticed that she had lifted her knees for leverage, and her skirt had fallen up around her waist, leaving her panties fully exposed to the other three.  With a weak squeal, she tried to push the skirt down over her crotch, with little success.

Paul stepped forward, and held out a hand.  "Wendy, what happened?  Are you alright?"

"I don't - I can't - I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!" was all she managed to blurt out.

Paul reached out to take her hand, and she almost jerked away.  Her heart was pounding and she felt a strange heat in her face. Her tail was trying to pull down between her legs.  Surely her lowered ears must be buring red with the humiliation she felt.  But when he gripped her hand, he gently pulled, to help her to her feet.  After a bit of fumbling she managed to get her paws under her, and rose.

Paul asked: "are you hurt?"  She managed to shake her head.

"What are you doing here?"

"I don't -  I don't - I -"  It was all too much.  She turned, but Katie was between her and the door.  She tried to charge past, but somehow lost her balance, and fell to her knees.  It was too much.  Too many shocks.  Too much embarrassment.  She collapsed to the floor and started bawling.  Once she started, she couldn't stop.  

It seemed to her that she cried for a very long time.   When the tears finally eased, Wendy realized that Anne and Katie were cuddling with her, trying to comfort her.  She began to feel sleepy.  

She dimly percieved that she was staring at Katie's bare teat.  It looked different than hers.  She wondered if it felt different.   Not quite realizing what she was doing she raised a hand to the teat in front of her and gently gripped it.  It was different.  But maybe that was because she could only feel with her hand, and when she played with her own teats and nipples, she could feel how they responded.  In fact, the nipple under her palm was reacting, she could feel it stiffening.  That's when she realized she was groping another girl.  

For a moment she froze, and her eyes sought Katie's face.  Katie didn't seem upset, she was actually looking at Anne with a bemused look on her eye.  Wendy started to pull her hand away, but Katie's hand clutched over hers, and held it in place.  Then she felt Anne's hand slide over her breast.  She was confused.  She could hardly complain about Anne groping her teat, when she started it by groping Katie's.  Katie leaned forward, her muzzle sliding gently past Wendy's, and she nuzzled at the back of Wendy's ear.  A moment later, Anne also leaned in and began to nuzzle behind the other ear.  Wendy began to feel the happy tingle in her loins that she felt when she played with herself.

Some part of her mind told Wendy that she shouldn't be doing this.  But she couldn't focus on that thought, as a hand began to gently slide up her leg, fingers softly rubbing the hair of her inner thigh.   There was a hand inside her shirt, caressing her teat.  There was a hand stroking her ears, and another rubbing her back.  Lips gently touched her on her muzzle, on her cheek, on her neck.  Another hand slid under her skirt, and touched her cotton panties.  She began to move her legs apart, without really thinking about it.

She wasn't aware of her shirt being opened, but there was a face pressed against her belly fur, a tongue lapping at her navel.  Hands slid under her groin, and clutched at her pubis.  She could feel the weight of arousal swelling as fingers gently rubbed her panties into her labia.  Soft pressure encouraged her to lay back, so she sank to the floor.  Her bra came open, and the sudden touch of lips on her nipples was like an electric shock that shot straight into her hips.  She could feel a pull on her panties, so she lifted her buttocks to let the cotton slip away down her legs and gone.  

Lips and tongues on her neck,  on her belly, on her teats and on her nipples.  Lips and tongues on her sensitive inner thighs, on her hips, on her pubis.  When the probing tongues touched her lower lips it was more intense than anything she had ever done by herself.  The tongues ran up and down, and poked and prodded, and tasted her juices.  The sensation of a tongue probing for the clitoris in its protective hood was simply incredible.  She just had time to gasp in sheer delight, when the orgasm hit her.  She was barely aware of crying out, or her back arching or her legs splaying wide.  Her whole world was consumed by the passionate fire flaring out of her hips and burning its way through her being.

Stunned by the intensity of the climax, she panted for breath.  Slowly she became aware that she was lying on the cold dirt floor, and some lump was poking at her shoulder.  But, she was warm, because the other two girls were cuddled up to her.  Katie on one side, had her face close to Wendys, and Wendy could feel the other girls breath on her cheek.  On the other side, Anne had her head resting on Wendy's shoulder, and one hand was gently, almost playfully, stroking Wendy's belly fur.

Katie murmured: "Did you like that?" 

"Mm Hmm."  It had been better than playing with herself.

"Have you ever been with a girl before?  I mean, like that?"

"No."

Then Anne asked: "Have you ever been with a boy?  Like that?"

"No."

"Do you want to?"  

And, suddenly, Wendy remembered that Paul was there somewhere.  She lifted her head and looked around.  There he was, sitting behind Katie, naked.  Wendy felt her eyes opening wide as she saw his erection.  He was gently stroking himself; apparently pleasuring himself while watching the girls share sex.

"Do you want Paul?"

Did she?  Could she?  Would she dare?  "Yes," she heard her own voice whisper.  She had answered before thinking.  Her subconscious speaking  out honestly, before her reason could interfere.  Her heart seemed to be hammering in her chest, and she could feel her ears blushing.  As shocked as she was at her own boldness, she knew she had spoken the truth.

Paul began to move forward, and she instinctively spread her legs wide for him.  Anne began to run her hand down over the skirt bunched around Wendy's waist, toward her lower lips.  Katie put her hand over Wendy's chest, and began to play with her nipples again.  Paul was smiling tenderly as he approached, and Wendy thought he looked like the most bueatiful person in the world.  Anne's hand began to probe at Wendy's lower lips and Wendy could feel the fire igniting again.  The desire was an ache in her that was almost painful.  She caught her breath when Annes fingers probed inside her.  It felt so right to welcome that intrusion.  Paul moved so that his face was right above her, and it became the only thing she could see.   Annes hands moved away, leaving an empty feeling.  Pauls belly rubbed against her, as he moved closer.  She was aware of his hand sliding by her inner thigh, then something pressed against her lower lips.  Something larger than a finger.  Much larger.

A sudden flash of pain, as if she'd been scratched badly, and he was inside her.  His sex felt huge sliding into hers.  So much more than the occational probing finger she had known before.  It was different.  It was -  It was -  It was so much better!  He slid mostly out, then thrust hard into her again, and slid mostly out and thrust and out and thrust and again and again and again.  Yes, there was a little pain where he rubbed against her ripped hyman.  But the steady rythm as he pumped in and out was greater than the pain.  It didn't just fill her sex, it filled her whole being.  She was aware of lips on her neck and fingers on her nipples, but they were distant, almost a distraction from the incredible, wonderful feeling in her hips.  The pleasure grew in her, swelling, growing, slowly becoming larger than her hips could contain.  She was vaguely aware of wrapping her arms around his shoulders, of wrapping her legs around his thighs.

It was too much for her, and part of her wanted to pull back from it.  But she looked and there was Paul.  And he was taking her.  And he was her first.  And it felt so good.  And she wanted him so much.  And it was so soon after the girls had made her climax.  And he smiled at her!  And the orgasm burst out of her!  And her muscles seemed to seize up.  And she squeezed his body against hers.  And she cried out.  And the waves of release rolled over her.  And again.  And again.  And it was too much.  And she felt lost in it.  And it seemed to go on.  And on.  And on. 

She scarcely felt it when she sagged back on the dirt floor.  Her arms felt so weak she could barely hold on to Paul.  Her stomach muscles clenched in a shudder of aftershock.  Paul started to lift himself off of her chest, but she didn't want to let go.  Still it was easier to breath without his weight on her.  His body shifted slightly, and the presence in her belly slid out.   Reluctantly, she let him go.

She lay there, simply catching her breath, when Katie said: "Did you like that?"

"Mm Hmm."

"You had an orgasm," said Anne, "didn't you?  I'm sort of envious.  I couldn't have one the first time I had Paul."

"What -" began Wendy.  She felt confused, and wasn't quite sure what to say.  "What do you -"

"We get together like this once a week or so," replied Katie.  "We play together.  Share each other."

"Play?"  Wendy was no less confused by that answer.  If she meant sex, then how with two girls?  But, Katey had said 'share.'  And the two girls had given her an orgasm before Paul did.

"Do you want to play with us?"

Play with them?  Share sex with them?  With the girls?  With Paul?  "Yes!"

Paul's muzzle curled slightly with a small smile, and he shook his head gently.  "Katie, you should have talked to us, before making an offer like that."

"Oh, no," said Anne, and she began to make little circles in Wendy's belly fur with one finger,  "I think it's an excellent idea.  We practically raped the poor girl."

"Ah, yes, it is a good idea.  I just would have prefered to be asked first."

"It's alright," added Wendy.  "I, uh, to tell you the truth, I secretly hoped -"  She felt her ears begin to heat up with a blush.  Then she gathered her courage and plunged on: "I rather fancy Paul, and I couldn't think of anyone else I'd rather have for my first."  Anne's muzzle split with a big grin, and a little "hah" sound slipped out.  Paul's eyebrows shot up in surprise; showing how unaware he had been.

After a moment, Katie said: "You should know we play some - hmm - some rather intense games.  Even dangerous."  Wendy turned her head to see that Katie had a serious look in her eyes.  "Have you ever read any of the old 'bodice ripper' stories?  You know: fair maiden in deathly peril awaiting her dashing hero?"  Wendy gave a single nod, and shrugged with her eyebrows.  So, Katie continued: "well, we play at putting each other in peril.  We - hmm - punish each other.  To stimulate our emotions."

"Like, being tied down?  Or spanked, or something?"

"Oooo" gushed Anne!  "I like being spanked!"

"Yes," answered Katie.  "Paul prefers to punish rather than be punished.  But, that's alright.  Anne prefers being punished.  And I rather like both, so Paul sometimes -"  A thoughtful look came into Katie's eyes suddenly.  "In fact -"  She turned to look at Paul.  "Do you mind if I -?"

Paul shrugged.  "If you wish."

Then to Wendy, Katie said: "Do you still want to play with us?"

"A - and be punished?  For play?"

Katie nodded.  "Yes."

The idea of being punished for play, sounded strange to Wendy.  Of course, her parents had stopped spanking her for being bad, when she started having her monthly periods.  On the other hand, Anne said she liked being spanked.  How bad could it be anyway?

"Yes, alright."

With an impish grin, and eyes of eager evil, Katie said: "Then, let's all go in the other room."

When they stood, Wendy quickly struggled out of her disheveled clothes, so she was as naked as the others when they all walked into the lit end of the barn.

"Now let me see -" began Katie.  Then she commanded: "Anne, tie Paul's hand behind his back."

"Alright," agreed Anne.

Katie picked up a length of rope and approached Wendy.  Wendy allowed Katie to pull her hands behind her back, but Katie paused.  "I have a better idea," she murmured.  Then Katie wrapped the rope around Wendy's chest and arms, just below her bust.  It was tight, but not quite uncomfortable and left her arms pinned to her sides.

"Now, up on the box with you!"

Wendy hadn't really looked at the room, her attention having been on the other furs, but there was a long slender box near the center of the lit space.  It was taller than it was wide, as if a packing crate of some sort were placed on it's side.  Katie helped Wendy scramble up on the box, and it wobbled precariously.  Pieces of rope suspended from the ceiling brushed against her hair.

"And Paul!"  

Anne helped Paul step up on the box.  Perhaps he had done this before.  At any rate, the box didn't wobble as much when he climbed on.  Then, Katie stepped on the end of the box.

Katie grabbed one of the ropes by Wendy's head.  Wendy realized the rope had a loop tied in one end when Katie pulled the loop open.  Then Katie pushed the loop at Wendy's face.  Frightened, Wendy started to back away; but there was really no place to go.  Katie pushed the loop over Katies muzzle, then over her ears.  Katie pulled Wendy's hair out of the loop, and the loop dropped down around her neck.

Wendy felt a cold hard dread deep in her stomach.  She was standing naked on a box, and she had a make-shift noose around her neck!  She felt slightly light headed, and forced herself to stand very still.

Stunned into silence, Wendy watched while Katie pulled the loop open in the second rope.  Paul quietly allowed Katie to push the second rope over his ears.  Then he too had a noose around his neck.  Apparently satisfied, Katie hopped down to the floor.

Wendy started to question what was happening, but all she managed to get out was a weak croak.

"Now," proclaimed Katie, "here's how we play this game.  Wendy, you have to make Paul spew his seed.  Use your hands or your body or whatever you can.  We will let you down when he spews."  An evil grin creased Katie's muzzle.  "Paul, we will let down when he starts to pass out!  If you can make Paul spew before he passes out, good on you!  If not, then we'll let him down, and yiff him until he spews for us.  And then we'll let you down.  Of course, by then you'll probably be dead -"

Wendy felt her eyes widen and he jaw drop.  Katie didn't mean -?  Wendy turned to exclaim to Paul, but her words froze in her mouth when she saw his face.  He did not seem upset.  In fact, he had a slight smile on his muzzle, and his erection was noticably returning.

"Ready?"  Katie lifted a paw to the box.

How was Wendy supposed to make Paul spew?  She'd never done anything like this before.  Never touched a boy like that.  

Katie started to push the box.  It wobbled.

With her arms tied to her sides, Wendy had only a little reach.  But she hastily threw one hand around Paul's waist, and grabbed at his erection with the other.

The box fell out from under.

The sudden pressure on her neck was the most incredible, most terrifying thing Wendy had ever felt.  It didn't hurt like being hit or cut or anything.  But she could feel it dragging up under her jaw bone, and squeezing her throat.  It felt like she was swallowing her tongue.  She became aware of a throbbing in her temples.  And she realized she couldn't breath.  Wendy tried to look at Paul, but it was hard to move her head.  She could see him.  Although, her vision was greying around the edges she saw that he seemed relaxed, unconcerned about being hanged by the neck.

She was supposed to make Paul spew.  She had his erection in her hand, and she had to make him spill his seed, somehow.  She had never been so scared of anything in her life, as much as she was afraid now.  Her neck hurt.  Her head was pounding.  Her vision was failing.   But, she knew what she had to do.  She just wasn't certain what it would take.  She had only a vague idea of how this was done normally, and this wasn't normal.  Urgently, almost frantically, she began to stroke his member.  She didn't know how much pressure to apply.  She didn't know how fast she should go, or how much of his member she should touch.  She squeezed her eyes shut, clutched his chest to her teats, and tried desperately to please him.

She felt as is she were falling.  Paul was suddenly taken from her, and she cried out in anquish.  Something else had her in it's grip; something warm and soft.  She needed Paul!  Suddenly, her body began to shake uncontrollably.   What was happening to her?  She heard a voice speaking close by, saying soothing words.  Who?  What?

She opened her eyes, and saw a woman's teats in front of her.  A woman holding her.  She turned her head to see that it was Katie.

 "It's alright.  You're safe.  It's alright, now," murmered Katie, "just relax."  Wendy tried to speak, but only managed a weak croak.  "No, don't talk yet," said Katie.  "Rest.  Give your body a few moments to recover.  You're safe now."

Wendy realized she was panting.  She tried to take few deep breaths.  The throbbing in her head was gone.  Her vision was returning.  Her neck didn't hurt as much as she expected it to; just a little sore behind the jaw.  She squired a bit, and tried to sit up.  Close by, Anne was cuddled with Paul.  They were both smiling, and Wendy could hear them speaking, though she could not hear their words.  Katie began to untie the rope around Wendy's chest.

"How do you feel?"

How did she feel?  She didn't seem to be injured in any way.  She swallowed; made her mouth moist and swallowed again.  "I was supposed to -"  There was a great deal of loose rope on the dirt floor.  One ran to the loop loose around Paul's neck.  Another ran to the loop still around Wendy's neck.

"Oh, he did," replied Katie.  "Paul enjoys being choked and will almost always climax quickly when he is hanged.  I counted on that."  With her arms free, Wendy reached to take the rope leading to her neck in one hand, and the knot in the other.  Curious, she slid the knot tight to her throat again.  "Are you alright?"

"Yes," replied Wendy.  Then with a sense of growing wonder, she said: "I think I could do that again."

Paul stood up, and took the rope off of his neck saying:  "I enjoyed that.  That was good."

As the three girls stood up also,  Anne replied: "What are we going to do now?"

A evil look came into Paul's eyes, and he grinned.  "I seem to recall something about a couple of slaves being bad."

Scarcely hesitating, Anne and Katie dropped to their knees in front of Paul.  

"Yes, Master," chirped Anne, with a big grin on her face.

With a playfully subserviant look, Katie asked: "Will Master be merciful to his slaves?"

"I don't know," replied Paul.  He reached out to take Wendy's hand in his.  "What do you think?"

Some small part of Wendy's mind told her that she ought to be embarrassed standing there, bare tailed naked, holding hands with a bare tailed naked boy, while two also naked classmates knelt at his feet.  But, she just didn't care.  Sex with the boy she had a crush on?  Sex with her two new girlfriends?  Punishment as sex play?   Damsel in distress?  Oh, this was going to be so much fun!

She realized she was grinning foolishly, when she said: "Perhaps bad slaves should be hanged."