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Teaching Cristina Ch. 01

By: likebadfun



A couple of Fridays ago my daughter Nancy (18) brought her best friend home from high school to stay for the weekend.

Nancy's friend, Cristina, also 18, was a shy Filipina, only 5'0". I figured her lithe, petite figure had a C-size bust. Cristina, like Nancy and all the other girls at the high school, wore a neat, white blouse and the school's regulation pleated red skirt. She had a shapely ass and curvaceous body. At least there would be some eye candy for the weekend.

During dinner conversation I heard that Cristina's parents were very strict Catholics and Cristina rarely got to go alone anywhere. Other than that it was mostly just girl talk; in other words, boring.

Mid-way through dinner the phone rang. It was the nursing home. Marilyn's mother was having another emergency. Next thing I knew, both Marilyn and Nancy were rushing out the door headed to the nursing home.

The nursing home is about a 3 hour drive each way so I figured they would overnight and not return until Saturday, noon at the earliest.

As the car disappeared in the distance I realized they had left Cristina behind. Thoughts started creeping into my mind: Filipina, young, cute, alone with me.

I asked Cristina whether she had any homework to do, and, when she said no, I offered to show her around my backyard garden. (It's a very large backyard with lots of secluded spots.)

Cristina, shyly looking down, the cross on the thin chain dangling from her neck, accepted my kind offer so I sent her out the door in front of me. That gave me an excellent chance to watch her short, red skirt bounce against her cute ass. I noticed that her white bra strap showed through her white school blouse although it was covered partly by her long black hair. She was a bit wobbly on her high heels and I guessed that, without the heels, her head could probably rest on my throat below my chin.

My rod hardened as I thought about this petite, shy, innocent-looking little Filipina walking into my garden. I badly need to get close to her, but was it safe? I wondered whether Filipinas were as easy to manipulate as I'd heard. Did I dare?

"Cristina," I said, "There are some beautiful flowers behind those trees. Would you like to smell them?"

"Sure, Mr. Roberts," she replied and I watched her skirt bouncing down the walk toward the trees.

Arriving behind the three large maple trees, Cristina stopped to gaze at the small bed of lavender bushes. Their fragrance wafted toward both of us.

Cristina remarked, "They smell lovely!"

She kicked off her shoes and bent from the waist to smell the lavender more closely. Watching from behind, I was thrilled as her short skirt rode up letting her thin, pink panties peek out. Her bare thighs were to die for! Stepping in front of her I admired her almond shaped eyes and cinnamon skin, and noticed the cross on a small chain dangling from her neck. Reflecting on all the women I'd had (without my wife's knowledge), I wondered whether I should add this one to my collection? Yes, definitely. A young Filipina would be a wonderful addition.

I said, "If you lay down in the bushes you'll smell of lavender all over. Your boyfriend would love that."

Again she shyly looked at the ground. Finally, she very quietly said, "I've never had a boyfriend. John at school asked me to go with him to a movie next week but I'm scared."

Feigning concern, I gently asked, "Why are you scared?"

Cristina squirmed a little and her face started to darken from heat. Obviously she was uncomfortable and embarrassed. She eventually said, almost inaudibly, "Mr. Roberts, I don't know what to do with a boyfriend. What if he wants to...to kiss me. Or, or ...something. If only I knew what to do!"

Seeing my chance I put my arms around her, drawing her gently to my chest. I was right; she did fit nicely under my chin. Her tender breasts pressed against my chest involuntarily. I said, "I understand. What if I help you so you'll be comfortable with John?"

Timidly she whispered, "Would you Mr. Roberts? Thank you very much."

She might not thank me after this because my thoughts were hardly on helping the poor girl. I'm just a lascivious old goat!

"Of course I'll help you, Cristina," I assured her as my hand slowly slid down her back, pausing briefly at the bra strap. I noted that it didn't seem to have a clasp at the back, no doubt it was a front-loader. My hand stopped at the small of her back as I asked, "Cristina, have you ever kissed a boy?"

Cristina pulled back, saying, almost inaudibly, "No, Mr. Roberts. I don't know how."

"I'll give you a lesson," I said in a teacher's type of authoritative voice as my hand went to her petite chin and raised it so I was looking into her soft brown eyes. Oh yes, I would definitely add this young Filipina to my collection.

As her eyes went wide, I lowered my lips to hers. Her face grew an even deeper red as she realized I was actually going to kiss her! My lips brushed her brown mouth. Drawing her close again so I could feel her young breasts yield against my chest, my tongue lightly touched her warm lips and I felt the heat of her face.

At first, she seemed stiff but then slowly started to press her lips against mine. My tongue now pushed between her lips and Cristina's mouth began to part. I no longer had to hold her to me because she had started to press against my chest. I imagined that I could feel her nipples harden as her young, soft boobs melted into my chest. The heat of her body warmed my chest.

My tongue now pushed into her mouth and caressed her soft, inexperienced tongue as I explored the hot inner workings of her face.

The hand that had rested at the small of her back now inched downward till it found the very top of her ass-crack. My index fingers softly pushed at the crack feeling her softness through the red, pleated school skirt. Her pelvis now seemed to crush forward as her entire body pressed against mine.

Her lips now eagerly pushed against mine as her tongue met and explored mine.

She was getting hot!! My dick pressed against my pants and I was sure she must feel its warmth against her waist.

Oh yes!! I was going to get everything I wanted from this little hottie. It seemed Filipinas were just as easy to manipulate as I'd heard.

I had to make sure I didn't scare her away before I got her unwrapped.

As I continued my hot, passionate kiss with Cristina, my hand moved further down her short school skirt and gripped her right cheek. Round, firm, beautiful!

Suddenly Cristina pushed away from me gasping, "Mr. Roberts! Don't do that!" Her face was very red and hot.

Knowing from experience that a fervent kiss solves small problems, I immediately pulled her close again, planted my lips back onto her full, sensual lips and let my tongue continue its explorations. Within seconds Cristina petite body voluntarily pressed against mine again.

Now I had one hand on each of her ass cheeks. One of her hands reached back to push my hand away but eventually gave up. Once again she pulled away, biting her lower lip, and said, "Mr. Roberts, uh, uh, shouldn't I call you Gerry or, uh, something other than Mr. Roberts?"

Knowing the importance of maintaining my authority and control, I replied, "Just call me 'Mr. Roberts'. Remember this is a lesson just as you get in school."

"Uh...Ok....Mr. Roberts," she nodded as I once again drew her close and replanted my lips on hers.

One of my hands slyly undid the button at the back of her skirt while her mind was preoccupied. She didn't notice. So, my hand then quietly unzipped the short zipper on her skirt. It instantly fell to the ground.

"Oh, Mr. Roberts! I can't do that. It's not right!" Cristina protested.

I responded by turning her around, kissing her soft neck (her blushing made her skin so hot!) One hand slid under her white school blouse to feel the warmth and softness of her belly. My other hand roamed up to the top of her blouse and, as her hands tugged at mine trying to stop me, I rapidly unbuttoned her blouse.

As my kisses advanced to the front of her neck, Cristina protested, "No, Mr. Roberts, no. No. Aaah! Oh!"

I lowered her to the ground onto the bed of English Lavender bushes. A little bit bumpy but the flowers smelled great as they mingled with the scent of my latest conquest.

Ohh...smell those flowers!

Cristina looked scrumptious laying there on the lavender bushes, eyes wide, staring at me as she bit her lower lip again. My hungry eyes roved over her body. Her dainty white bra was indeed a front-loader which would make it easier for me to get at the mid-size brown titties. Letting my eyes continue to roam down her delicious body I noticed that her flat, tender tummy was moving up and down rapidly as Cristina breathed in short gasps. A few inches below her tummy, her thin, pink bikini panties barely concealed a dark mound between her brown legs. I noticed her beautiful thighs shaking slightly from nervousness.

"Cristina you look absolutely beautiful! Your boyfriend would love to see you like this," I assured her with a false smile. The lecher inside me almost lost control as my rigid cock tried to push through my suit trousers. "Now I'll show you what your boyfriend looks like."

"Mr. Roberts? Uh...what are you doing? I don't think you should do that," Cristina whispered haltingly as, I unbuttoned and tossed my shirt aside revealing my well-tanned, middle-aged chest. As I dropped my pants she gasped, "No, Mr. Roberts! I shouldn't see that!" But her eyes didn't look away. Indeed her face showed a mix of eager curiosity and wariness.

My young Filipina prey stared in surprise at the solid protuberance pushing out from my black jockey shorts. I asked innocently, "How do you like your lesson so far, my lovely Cristina?"

"I...I...don't know...Mr. Roberts. I...I...think I should put my clothes back on, Mr. Roberts." Cristina, still staring at my protruding knob, looked quite alarmed.

"Don't worry Cristina. Like I said this is just a lesson to help you on your date next week. It is your first date after all and you do want it to succeed? Don't you?" I laid it on a bit thick, playing on her young emotions and her worries about her upcoming first date. "Well, you do look a bit tense so let me help you up."

I extended my hand to Cristina to help her to her feet. She meekly accepted and I pulled her to her feet. I had only laid her on the flowers so she would be covered in the smell of lavender. It happens to be my favourite perfume scent.

Instantly drawing her close so I could press her soft, young skin against my body, my arm went around to the small of her back and pulled her tighter against me so that my hard cock could press against her soft tummy. She looked up into my eyes and tried to push me away. I let her draw back a foot or two so I could reach her white bra and swiftly unsnap the single retaining clasp before she could react. The bra fell before she could stop it and her firm brown titties proudly stood out for me to ogle.

Cristina tried to cover her naked young breasts protesting, "Let me go. I have to go. This isn't right!" Oddly, she made no effort to run. She just looked timidly at me, her chin quivering as she once again bit on her lower lip.

I thought to myself, "She doth protest too much." Quickly bending down, I grasped the top of her pink panties and whisked them down revealing her curly, black virgin mound. Delicious!

"MR. ROBERTS!!" she again protested as her hands tried to cover both her naked cunt and her bare breasts; not very successfully. She still didn't move. She just stared nervously at me.

Letting my leer spread over my face as I drank in her naked, cinnamon colored virgin flesh, I slid my own jockeys off. My proud, hard, thick manhood rudely pointed straight at my mouth-watering naked Filipina treat.

"MR. ROBERTS!" she cried out. Her body once again took on a deep burgundy-brown hue as she blushed deeply while staring wide-eyed and slack-jawed at my raging member. She panted as she encountered some trouble breathing. Her arms had fallen to her sides as she forgot to cover her naked treasures.

I reached out and grasped her hard brown nipples with two fingers of each hand. Gently rolling the nipples between my fingers, I slowly drew her close and put my arms around her to feel her warm flesh as her perky little nipples pressed against my chest. My hot, swollen cock rested against her soft tummy making a little sticky spot just above her navel.

"Now Cristina," I said soothingly, "turn and take hold of that tree branch." I pointed at a low-lying horizontal branch that was roughly at waist level just a few feet away.

Hesitatingly, Cristina turned, looked at the branch and tried to walk to it but I held her back saying, "Stay here, just bend over and hold on to the branch."

She looked back questioningly but obediently bent over and grasped the branch with both hands.

What a delightful picture this was: my young cinnamon honey bent over at the waist with her cute, tight ass trembling in front of my quivering sausage. I could see her slit peeking out between her legs. Oh man, this was going to be good!

Grasping my raging hot member, I guided it to the steamy wet opening of her virgin cunt letting it just touch the moist, anxiously waiting lips.

"MR. ROBERTS!!" Cristina gasped and tried to turn to stop me.

"Don't take your hands off the branch!!" At my command she once again clutched the branch so that she remained bent over, vulnerably awaiting my entry.

Now my cock slowly slid in the entrance of her wet pussy hole as my hands seized her ripe young melons. Squeezing her firm tits with both hands, I slid my cock further into her hot cunt hole until I felt resistance.

Withdrawing my eager cock halfway, I gripped Cristina's tits harder and said, "Hold on tight, here I come!" Without further ado, I rammed my hot member into her pussy hole as far and as hard as I could. Resistance! A stretch. Then: breakthrough!

"OWWW! Mr. Roberts! That hurt!" Cristina cried out loudly.

Ignoring her cries, I rapidly pumped into her hot, wet cunt while squeezing her tits so hard I was sure they must have finger marks.

"Oww. Oooh. M...Mr.. Roberts! OOOH!" Cristina gasped while continuing to grip the tree branch.

My cock rammed into her formerly virgin cunt with such force that Cristina could only pant "OOOOHH! Aah! OH...OH...OH...OOOH!" 

I knew I was on the verge of blasting my hot juice into her quivering cunt when suddenly I heard a sound: footsteps!

A voice: "Have you seen my dog?...Oh! Wow!...Didn't know you were having a party!" It was my redneck neighbor, Bubba!

Bubba, ogled the two of us hopefully, "I see you got yourself one of them little imports. Say, when you're done riding'er, do ya suppose I could take'er for a spin too?"

I gazed at Bubba even as I continued pumping my Filipina honey's hole and squeezing her lovely cinnamon tits. Bubba was holding a dog leash and collar. Obviously his dog had once again gotten loose. Bubba had loaned me a chick or two in the past so I owed him one.

I managed to get out, "Sure...but...I'm...not...quite...done." Hard to talk while ramming Cristina's hole.

Cristina gasped, "OHOHOHOH. AHAHAH. UHUHUH. MISTER ROBERTS!!" Somehow she hadn't noticed Bubba's arrival.

"Why, thanks neighbor. Hope you don't mind if I put this leash on the bitch. Lost one dog already this evening. Wouldn't want this one to run off too." Bubba politely enquired.

"OK" I grunted. My cock was jammed as far into Cristina's wet cunt as it could go and I was shoving it in and out as hard as I could. I just wanted to shoot my load to relieve my pent up needs.

"Thanks" Bubba proceeded to place the dog collar around Cristina's neck and hooked the leash to the collar. Then he picked up Cristina's panties and tied her hands with them. Next, he pulled an old hanky out of his pocket and stuffed it into her mouth.

Noticing my raised eyebrows, Bubba remarked, "Shucks, the hanky is clean. I washed it not two weeks ago!"

Cristina finally realized we had company but could only say, "Mmmpf. Mpff. Mmm. Mmm."

I rammed her again. Again. Again. My balls tightened and I felt my hot juices shoot into her newly initiated cunt as my cock convulsed repeatedly. I noticed that Cristina's body seemed to echo this with her own gentle convulsing.

Feeling relief as I pulled out of her, I said, "OK Bubba. She's all yours. Have her back by noon tomorrow. And...Bubba ... Don't damage the goods!"

Bubba protested, "Damage the goods?! I don't do that no more! I'll take real good care of this honey."

Bubba yanked on the leash forcing Cristina to stumble after him. Naked, her firm, cinnamon ass jiggling as she reluctantly followed Bubba, she looked back, frightened. Her bewildered eyes pleadingly asked me to rescue her.

I waved, blew her a kiss and said, "Do whatever Mr. Sizemore says, my dear. He'll teach you real good."

Teaching Cristina Ch. 02



Cristina, shocked and bewildered was being pulled along by a dog leash behind a complete stranger, Bubba Sizemore. The petite, shy, 18 yr. old Filipina was stark-naked, except for her high-heel shoes and an old dog collar that Bubba had put around her neck. Her hands were tied behind her back with her own pink panties. Bubba had stuffed an old, dirty hanky in her mouth and was pulling her with a dog leash he had hooked to the collar.

She kept looking back pleadingly at Mr. Roberts who had just given her to Bubba and told her to do everything Bubba said. Mr. Roberts just smiled and waved as Cristina stumbled after Bubba.

It had all started when she came over for the weekend to visit her school friend, Nancy. But Nancy and her mom had rushed off to an emergency at Nancy's grandmother's nursing home in the next city. They wouldn't be back until tomorrow afternoon. Later, Cristina had confided in Mr. Roberts that she was having her first date next week and didn't know what to do on a date. Mr. Roberts had promptly seduced her and had just finished taking her virginity when Bubba had showed up.

Now, poor, frightened Cristina tried to pull back, digging in her heels, hoping to get away. Bubba just reached back, seized one of her perky, petite brown nipples between two fingers, squeezed roughly and proceeded to haul her along by her nipple.

Cristina cried but little sound came out because of the old hanky stuffed in her mouth. Her nipple throbbed from Bubba's rough treatment and, every time she stumbled, her nipple stretched and pulled and hurt even more. It was hard walking across the garden in her high-heels.

Once, when she fell, Bubba just laughed and pulled her up by both nipples.

As they walked, Bubba grumbled, "Mr. Roberts says I'm not allowed to damage the goods. That's half the fun! Well, a promise is a promise. We can have fun without spoiling you too much. Come on inside so I can check you out closer. Never rode a foreign compact before. Hope you're good. You won't like it if I'm not happy."

Cristina's spirits sank as she realized that Bubba was really not a nice person.

He pushed her inside his porch, grabbed her hair and made her walk backwards to his basement door. Shoving her down the basement stairs, he turned on the lights. Cristina found herself in a room with several easy chairs, a wide-screen TV, a couple of camcorders on tripods and several chains hanging from the high ceiling. There were also some ropes coiled on the floor. Various photos of bound, naked, frightened women adorned the walls.

Cristina's eyes bugged out!

Bubba pulled one of the chains lower, hooked it to Cristina's dog collar and let the heavy spring pull her up until the toes of her high-heels barely touched the floor. She desperately tried to keep her balance to avoid dangling from the hook.

Bubba paid no attention. He sat on a chair and picked up a phone.

It was hard for Cristina to follow the conversation and keep her precarious balance at the same time. She did hear some words: "foreign compact...got her right here...come on over...fun...ride her".

Then Bubba glanced at her and said "Bob and Joe are coming over. You better treat them right."

Bubba exited the room leaving Cristina to struggle to keep her balance while staring at the clock on the wall. The muscles in her calves were threatening to give out and she was covered in a sheen of sweat from her efforts when, after a half-hour, Bubba finally returned, carrying a thick leather strap.

Adjusting the angle of the camcorders, Bubba grinned at her, waved the strap and said, "Used this all the time when I was a teacher. My students were real well behaved. Too bad the schools don't let me use it anymore. I really enjoyed it. Here, let me show you."

With that, he swung the strap, striking Cristina's naked, soft bum with a loud slap. Cristina instantly lost her balance and dangled from the collar briefly until she managed to get her feet back on the floor.

Whack! The strap again struck her naked, cinnamon bottom making her swing back and forth till she again regained her balance.

"Your ass really jiggles nice." Bubba remarked, smiling with pleasure. "Now let's see how red it can get." 

Whack! Whack!! Cristina managed to keep on her feet. The stinging from the smacking of the strap brought tears to her eyes but, oddly, she felt a pleasurable sensation between her legs.

Bubba kicked her legs so they swung apart then aimed the strap and swung it between her legs so the end lashed Cristina's bare pussy. Bubba's expertise was clear -- the tip of the strap squarely slapped Cristina's love button. The sting was more than she could bare and she tried to scream out loud but the hanky stuffed in her mouth squelched her cry.

Again, oddly, the stinging and throbbing of her exposed love button slowly subsided into a warm, feeling of pleasure.

Whack! Whack!! This time the leather strap struck across Cristina's perky, brown nipples making them puffy. The stinging made more tears come to her eyes.

Bubba looked closely at Cristina's water-filled almond-shaped eyes and smiled widely, "Water works! Just what I like! It's time to go for a ride."

Bubba quickly whipped off his shirt exposing his grey-haired chest and letting his belly hang over his pants. Another hard WHACK on Cristina's hot, throbbing ass and he slid his jeans down and off exposing his hard, thick, straight cock. It already had a bit of dribble at the tip.

Seeing Bubba's exposed manhood, much thicker than Mr. Robert's had been, Cristina wildly shook her head. Looking around she noticed that all three camcorders were recording.

Pulling her aching nipples, Bubba brought her close until his bulging cock touched the straight, black hairs covering her cunt. She tried to back away but kept losing her balance. Bubba grabbed her throbbing, red ass in a tight, pinching grip, pulled her close and with his other hand searched for her pussy hole. Finding the warm, moist hole, he guided the head of his hot cock to its goal and, with both hands clutching her whipped, stinging ass cheeks, he pulled forward hard forcing his too-thick cock into her pussy hole.

Cristina shuddered in a mixture of fear and pleasure. This was the second man in just a couple of hours who had taken her virginity. Her mind swam in confusion.

As Bubba thrust, Cristina again lost her balance. This time her slim, brown legs wrapped themselves around Bubba's waist, desperately attempting to save her from choking as she dangled from the collar and chain. Her high-heel shoes dug into Bubba's ass but he just smiled even more as he thrust again and again into Cristina's defenseless, cinnamon cunt. It was a very tight fit. Luckily, Cristina's cunt rapidly became slipperier as her juices flowed. 

Cristina's legs wrapped tighter around Bubba as he plunged forcefully into her hot, wet pussy. His hands continued to grip her ass cheeks firmly and his fingers began playing with her exposed ass hole. While pumping into his Filipina captive, Bubba kept leering into her wide eyes, from time to time roughly kissing her thick lips. She could only make gurgling sounds in her throat due to the dirty hanky crammed in her mouth.

Cristina clung hard with her legs, feeling the unexpected pleasure between her thighs as Bubba's thick manhood continued to impale her flesh.

Bubba realized that Cristina's clinging meant he no longer needed to hold her soft ass, so he let go, reached for the leather strap and started thrashing her sore ass again. Cristina jumped forward with each slap of the strap thus causing Bubba's hot rod to ram her even harder.

The heat inside her cunt built up until suddenly she jerked spasmodically from the pleasure of the cock in her and the strap beating her ass. Bubba ignored his Filipina doll's spasms and continued ramming his meat in and out of her juicy cunt until he too finally shot an immense load of white, sticky sperm into her hot hole.

Bubba stepped back to survey his exhausted conquest. Cristina, covered in sweat, had numerous large red strap marks on her ass and tits. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. She tried to regain her balance to avoid dangling from the hook but this was very difficult as she now wore only one shoe.

"You're a good fuck, girl." Bubba said approvingly. Then he added as the doorbell rang, "That must be my buddies Bob and Joe. You better give them good entertainment!" 



Teaching Cristina Ch. 03



Cristina, the petite, shy 18 yr. old Filipina was drenched in sweat from her ordeal. Naked, her hands tied behind her with her own pink panties, an old, dirty hanky stuffed in her mouth, she dangled from the hook in the ceiling trying to maintain her balance with the toe of her one remaining high-heel shoe.

It had all started when she came over for the weekend to visit her school friend, Nancy Roberts. But Nancy and her mom had rushed off to an emergency at Nancy's grandmother's nursing home in the next city. They wouldn't be back until tomorrow afternoon. Cristina had confided in Mr. Roberts that she was having her first date next week and didn't know what to do on a date. Mr. Roberts promptly seduced and deflowered her then handed her over to his neighbor, Bubba, who had put a dog collar around her young neck, tied her hands, stuffed the old hanky in her mouth and hauled her off to his home on the end of a dog leash.

Now, Cristina was in a room with several easy chairs, a wide-screen TV, a couple of camcorders on tripods and several chains hanging from the high ceiling. Various photos of bound, naked, frightened women adorned the walls and several ropes lay coiled on the floor.

Bubba, turning on all the camcorders, had taken out a large, old leather strap from his teaching days, and lashed her cinnamon bum and perky, petite, brown breasts. When she began crying, Bubba had stripped and impaled her defenseless coffee colored pussy with his thick, hot cock.

"You're a good fuck, girl." He had remarked before adding, as the doorbell rang, "That must be my buddies Bob and Joe. You better give them good entertainment!"

Poor Cristina, who had been a virgin just a few hours before had now been fucked by two older men. She watched wide-eyed as Bob and Joe entered the room.

"Where's this foreign compact you want us to ride?" Bob asked. Leering at Cristina he continued, "Cute little bitch. Looks like you've already taken her for a spin."

Joe, the gray-haired judge, entered behind him, whistled approvingly and said, "Hmm. Nice tits and ass. Too bad they're already covered in red marks. You know you shouldn't strap them before we get here, Bubba." Going on, he added, "Long black hair. Nice cunt. Yeah, we're going to have fun tonight."

Walking in front of Cristina, Judge Joe gave her a friendly smile, waved at the photos on the wall and said, "Don't suppose Bubba bothered introducing you to our friends." He pointed at a few individual photos explaining:

"This black one here likes to be tied up real tight. She's a lawyer downtown."

"This red-head is a waitress. She ran out the door naked and didn't come back. Next time I went to her restaurant she refused to serve me. What a bitch! We sold her waitress uniform on e-bay for $15. That's one of her co-workers in the next picture. She was pretty good."

"The blonde here likes to be tied up in a tub of water and squeals real loud when she gets fucked. She owns a bookstore."

Cristina just stared at him.

Bob added, "You look kind of messy. Bubba is a bit of a pig. Do you want to get cleaned up?"

Cristina nodded slowly and happily watched Joe and Bob unhook her from the ceiling chain. Her legs were so sore that she immediately fell to her knees. Bob untied her hands but, as she rested on her hands and knees, he hooked the dog leash to her collar and the group of them forces her to walk on all fours to the next room. A bathroom, it contained a large whirlpool bath. She was quite relieved when they allowed her to soak in the hot tub. Joe had even pulled the old hanky out of her mouth; such a kindly old gentleman.

They allowed Cristina to soak and relax for 5 minutes in the unlighted bathroom. The warm water soothed the strap stings on her bum and breasts.

Too soon, Bubba came back and made her walk back to the main room on all fours again where he promptly tied ropes to her ankles. The ropes were looped through the ceiling hooks. He also retied her hands behind her back. When she tried to speak, Bubba whacked her wet body with the strap saying, "Shut up! Cunts are for looking at and fucking. Open your yap again and I'll lay this strap across your mouth."

Judge Joe poured glasses of Chivas Regal for the men, sipped his and then remarked, "Well little lady, I hope you're good at math cause we're going to examine my favorite number – 69."

A round of crude guffaws followed this joke and Bob offered Cristina a glass saying, "You're probably thirsty. Here have a glass of water. Drink it in one gulp so you don't waste time."

Cristina, accepted the glass that he held to her lips and, eyeing Bubba's strap warily, obediently downed the water in one gulp. She promptly broke into a coughing fit as her eyes watered. The water was actually very cheap rum.

A second round of crude guffaws followed.

Suddenly Cristina lost her balance as Bubba and Bob hauled on her ankle ropes forcing her to fall on the floor as her feet were raised in the air. Within seconds, Cristina found herself once again dangling from the ceiling hooks, this time upside down, her long hair touching the floor. When she yelped in protest, Bubba whacked her bare butt with the strap again.

Judge Joe, now naked, grabbed Cristina's nubile ass and pulled her close so he could smell her young pussy. "Mmm. Smells juicy!" Sliding his index finger along the crevice of her pussy, he added, "Feels juicy too. Bubba, I think you got us a hot one tonight."

Putting his head between Cristina's slim brown legs, Judge Joe parted her pussy lips with his fingers and thrust his tongue in the crack.

Cristina, hanging down, her head level with the judge's cock, gasped as she felt his tongue breaching the privacy of her tender pussy. Her eyes stared at his cock, its large shiny knob almost touching her nose. His long gray crotch hairs reached half way along the engorged shaft. His balls hung down directly in front of her eyes.

Judge Joe's tongue thrust harder into her pussy, lashing at her love button while he held her ass firmly so she couldn't squirm. His tongue delved deeply as he searched for her juices. He sucked on her love button eliciting a gasp and moan as Cristina's body started to tremble from this new experience.

Bubba lashed her again with the strap as punishment, giggling. "I told you. Shut up! No moaning allowed."

Bob grabbed her head, pushed it against Joe's cock and said, "Open your mouth and suck on Joe's sausage. Take it all the way in and suck him real hard or I'll let Bubba have some more fun with you."

Cristina obediently opened her mouth just as Judge Joe drove his cock forward forcing its bulbous knob into her warm tender mouth. She responded, "Mmmf. Gggg." Bubba promptly lashed her with the strap again.

Cristina, never having tasted cock before, was surprised at the warmth and smoothness of Judge Joe's knob as it slid along her soft tongue. Her eyes stared at his old hairy balls hanging down. When the judge thrust forward to force his cock Cristina's throat, his balls slapped into her eyes. Almost gagging on the judge's bulbous knob, Cristina tried to push it back with her tongue. This just resulted in the judge starting a slow back and forth motion as he rubbed his cock on her soft tongue. All Cristina got for her attempts to dislodge his cock was a salty taste on her tongue and a continual slapping of old balls against her eyes.

Judge Joe's tongue delved deeper into Cristina's wet pussy enjoying her juices pausing now and then to thrash her pink, engorged love button. Each of his hands squeezed one of her tender bum cheeks, the fingers sinking deep into the crack of her ass. He enjoyed feeling her body shaking and shuddering to the caress of his relentless tongue. He enjoyed her uncontrolled squirming as he ruthlessly plumbed her helpless pussy intent on forcing her to climax in ecstasy. 

Cristina could not believe the way her body kept betraying her. She could not stop shuddering as the judge forced her body to perform on cue. She could not believe how good his old, smooth cock felt and tasted in her mouth. Although she told her tongue to push it out of her mouth, she realized her tongue was bent on caressing the judge's stiff cock head instead. She didn't even mind having to keep her eyes tightly closed to protect them from the slapping of his heavy balls.

Cristina suddenly felt the judge's cock swell and, on his next thrust, a hot, salty liquid shot over her tongue and coated the back of her throat. A few seconds later, her whole body convulsed uncontrollably as the judge finally succeeded in forcing her to a euphoric climax.

As her convulsions slowly subsided, she realized that she had been again lowered to the floor. Bob led her stumbling to the hot tub once more and allowed her to again relax for five minutes in the soothing water while she wondered what fate had in store for her next. She felt woozy from the rum she had been forced to drink.

Soon, Bob led her back to the main room where he made her get down on all fours with her legs apart. Bubba knelt down in front of her and waved his once again hard cock in her face and said, "You enjoyed Judge Joe's cock so much I thought I'd do you a favor and let you eat this one too."

Judge Joe was busy sipping another glass of Chivas Regal.

Cristina felt Bob's big hands grip her soft belly as he came up behind. She felt his rigid cock slide across her bum until it reached the crack of her ass and started rubbing up and down the crack. Her body, including her ass crack, was still wet from relaxing in the hot tub.

She wanted to protest but Bubba still wielded his beloved leather strap and she dreaded the prospect of him finding an excuse to strap her again.

Bubba said, "OK, so open your mouth already."

Cristina obediently opened her mouth and Bubba quickly grabbed her hair, shoved his cock in her gaping mouth and immediately thrust hard. Cristina was helpless to prevent his cock from hitting the back of her throat and causing her to gag.

Meanwhile, Bob's probing rod had found the hold midway down her ass crack and was pressing against her virgin asshole. Luckily, the precum from his cock, combined with the wetness from the hot tub made her hole slippery.

Bob hands suddenly tightened around Cristina's belly as he forcefully thrust his cock forward, forcing it into her exposed, unguarded, helpless asshole. Cristina would have gasped if she could but this was impossible with Bubba's cock filling her mouth.

Bob's thrust into her ass forced her forward on Bubba's cock. Bubba immediately thrust back forcing his cock further into her mouth and pushing her ass into Bob's waiting crotch. The two men proceeded to push back and forth like this as if it were a contest. They rocked her back and forth like this for the next ten minutes until Bob finally let out a loud bellow as he shot his hot load into her no longer virgin ass. Bob pulled out, sighed, took Bubba's strap and started thrashing her ass as Bubba continued to massage her mouth with his swelling cock. 

Another five minutes of ass strapping and mouth fucking before Bubba finally filled Cristina's mouth with another load of hot, salty goo.

Another trip to the hot tub and back to the main room for yet more fucking.

So it continued for the next six hours until daybreak. Cristina had no idea how many times her ass, cunt, mouth and tits were fucked that night.

At daybreak, Bubba tossed an old blanket over her and led the utterly exhausted girl back to Mr. Roberts' house. Greeting Mr. Roberts at the door, Bubba grinned, saying, "Real neighborly of you to lend me this young filly. I invited Joe and Bob over to join us for a party. The young filly seems to be plumb tuckered out now. You get anymore like this, just let me know. Oh and come on over later, we got lots of great stuff on the cameras last night."

Bubba yanked the blanket off Cristina, folded it and headed back to his house.

Cristina, now once again naked in front of Mr. Roberts was too tired to even try to hide her charms.

Mr. Roberts would have been more than happy to give her a rub-down but reluctantly said, "Cristina, your Mom just called. She's coming to pick you up already. You better go have a shower and get dressed."

Then he added, "By the way, did you enjoy yourself last night?"

Cristina just bit her lip, stared at the floor and, in a barely audible tone, whispered, "Yes. Thanks Mr. Roberts."

Cristina's mother soon arrived, took one look at her exhausted daughter with the dark rings around her eyes and demanded, "Young lady why are you so tired? Did you stay up late?"

Cristina's mind raced as she quickly stammered a reply, "Uh, uh, uh. I was studying all night. Mr. Roberts and some of his friends were tutoring me on uh, uh, uh, Biology."

"You stayed up all night studying?" Her mother asked in disbelief before adding, "Well, maybe should you should visit here more often."