American Blue (8 page)

They rose as one, skipping to the team room, and I was left to clear up the coffee things. Not that I minded, as my intention was to busy myself with tidying the flat while they got on with training. Unfortunately I’d no sooner got the crockery into the dishwasher than Jemima popped her head out of the team room.

‘Come on, Auntie Penny, what are you doing?’

‘Just clearing up a bit. You don’t need me, do you?’

‘Of course we do! You’re in the team, aren’t you?’

‘Well, yes, but I—’

‘Come on!’

Still I hesitated, only for Tiffany to call out from beyond Jemima.

‘Get your big ass in here, Penny, unless you want it smacked again!’

‘There’s no “I” in team, Penny,’ somebody else called as the rest of the girls burst out laughing.

I groaned at the last remark and gave up, blushing as Jemima dragged me into the team room. Some of the girls were in panties and bras or just their panties, but others had already changed into their Tribeca Tails costumes, something I didn’t have.

‘Um … I need to change,’ I said. ‘I won’t be a minute.’

‘Go in your knickers and bra,’ Jemima suggested.

‘I don’t think you’ll be needing your bra,’ Tiffany said, and threw me a ball. ‘Let’s see you do twelve out of twenty, or it’s down to your panties.’

I’d dropped the ball but picked it up, blushing furiously but unable to stop myself doing as I was told. They were all watching as I walked to the spot, Talana not even bothering to put her top on but standing topless with it dangling from one hand. I was going to be in the same condition myself soon, inevitably, but where she was showing off her firm, high breasts with pride, I’d have been made to strip.

‘You can do it, Auntie,’ Jemima urged.

‘Yeah, right,’ Tiffany answered her and the others laughed.

I tried as hard as I could, lining up each shot carefully and trying to judge the right trajectory to make the ball go through the net, but the thing seemed to have a will of its own. Four attempts and I hadn’t scored once. Eight and I’d got a single hit. Twelve and I’d got three, but it was too late. They made me finish anyway, and I ended up with five hits.

‘That’s better than one,’ I pointed out.

‘Not good enough,’ Tiffany answered me. ‘Strip to your panties.’

There was pure sadism in her face as she said it, and I could only comply, blushing furiously as I peeled down to my knickers. They were large and white, spanking panties, which are comfortable as well as making me feel sexy, but the girls seemed to think they were comic, laughing at me and commenting on the fleshiness of my bottom. I was trembling with humiliation as I folded my clothes, and praying none of them noticed the wet patch that was spreading over the gusset of my knickers.

‘Shots first,’ Tiffany announced, ‘and I don’t want to see any more bare titties. You’re first, Jemmie.’

She threw the ball to Jemima, who caught it confidently. I was hoping one or more of them would fail, so I wouldn’t be the only one playing topless, but Jemima managed an impressive eighteen hits out of twenty and none of them got fewer than fourteen. Tiffany was well pleased, particularly with Jemima, whom she was calling her new star as she walked to her locker.

‘We’ll do this with our masks on,’ she instructed, ‘like it’s for real. Four on four, and I’ll take Tal, the Princess and Jemmie. Jess, you’re captain.’

‘Why do I get Penny?’ Jessica demanded.

‘Because I say so,’ Tiffany answered, ‘and you’ve got the twins so we’re more or less even. Let’s play.’

We got into position, seven girls in bizarre, sexualised bunny costumes and me in nothing but my panties. I had absolutely no idea what to do, but it wouldn’t have mattered if I had. Not one of them was less than five inches taller than me and they didn’t have the disadvantage of being barefoot with their tits bouncing in every direction while they played. I was simply cut out of the game, but the teams were still more or less even, because the twins were not only taller than the rest of us but much the best players. After half an hour I was tingling with sweat and badly out of breath, but we were seven points ahead and Tiffany seemed satisfied.

‘We’re going to take them, girls,’ she assured us. ‘OK, so this is our line-up, myself, obviously, Becky and Bobby, Jess and Jemmie. Sorry, Sis, you’re first reserve, but we can’t play favourites, not when we’re up against the Brooklyn Bitches. Princess, you’re second reserve, and then there’s Penny.’

She gave me a pitying look, then crooked a finger at me.

‘Come here.’

I came, feeling more embarrassed than ever as they made a ring around me.

‘You really are hopeless, aren’t you?’ she demanded.

What I should have done was point out that I’d never wanted to play their ridiculous game in the first place, but I merely hung my head. Tiffany nodded, then spoke again.

‘At least you’re good for some entertainment. Let’s pass her around, girls.’

I knew exactly what she meant, because I’ve had it done to me enough times, but I had no time to react beyond a pathetic squeal as she reached out to tug down my panties. One of the girls behind me slapped my bottom and I was sent staggering forward even as Tiffany sat down. She had me across her lap with one smooth motion, my bum in the air and my knees cocked wide with my knickers stretched taut between them.

She began to spank me, with the other girls clapping in time as my bottom bounced and calling out encouragement. I could do nothing except gasp my way through the punishment as they took me over their knees one by one, first Tiffany, then her little sister, then Jessica, passing me from lap to lap as they took turns to sit on the chair. The twins did me together, with their knees locked the same way Jemima and Hudson had done the day before, and the Princess took off my panties to leave me stark naked across her legs. Jemima came last, and made the most thorough job, spanking so hard she had me kicking my legs in my pain and making an even more ludicrous display than usual of fat red bottom cheeks, furry pussy and tiny pink bumhole.

I was shaking hard when they finally let me up, my whole body flushed and hot, tears running down my face. They showed no sympathy whatsoever, laughing
and
joking as they stripped off. I stood watching, telling myself it was all in fun and that I should enjoy the attention, but I’d been stripped naked and thoroughly humiliated, my knickers taken away and my bottom spanked, leaving me with a choking feeling in my throat and a desperate urge to come.

They went to shower and I trailed behind, wondering how deep their intimacy went and what they’d do with me if I was allowed to join in. The way I felt, I’d happily have licked them in turn, and not just their pussies but their bumholes too. Unfortunately their pleasure in other girls’ bodies wasn’t too deep, and while they teased and jokingly soaped each other, that was as far as it went.

I got in last, my bottom still hot under my hands as I began to wash, feeling sensitive and immensely vulnerable, badly in need of further punishment or to be used for their sexual pleasure. Rebecca was still in the bathroom, towelling herself down and not paying the slightest attention to me. When she and her sister had spanked me she’d twice paused to rub my bottom, and I was sure that for a moment her fingers had deliberately lingered between my cheeks. As she stretched to put her towel on the hot rail she was stark naked for a moment, so tall and lean and beautiful, with her wet silver hair hanging down her back and stiff nipples pointing up at the tips of her tiny breasts. I couldn’t keep the words in my mouth.

‘Would … would you like me to …’

As I broke off I stuck my tongue out of my mouth, wiggling the tip to make it very obvious what I was offering. She looked at me in astonishment, then spoke.

‘Are you a lesbian?’

It seemed a bizarre question, from a girl who’d just helped spank me in front of six others, not to mention
fucking
women from losing teams with a strap-on, but it was no time to get into a discussion about definitions of lesbianism and bisexuality.

‘If you’d like me to be,’ I told her.

She didn’t answer, her expression flickering with uncertainty for a moment. I could see she wanted it, but guessed that to do it alone with me was more intimate than anything she’d tried before. The door was still open, and we could hear the others talking down the passage, but there was no reason for any of them to come back into the bathroom.

‘Quickly then,’ she said, suddenly breathless.

I scrambled from the shower, dripping wet, but didn’t even bother to towel myself down. She’d sat down on the loo, probably because it was convenient, but it was a delicious way to make me lick, enthroned on the lavatory while I crawled to her to put my tongue to her pussy. Her legs opened wide even as I got down on my knees, making a V shape of her long, long thighs, her pussy a neat pink oval beneath the pale puff of her pubic hair, which she’d shaved into a neat triangle. She gave a little moan as I reached her and I buried my face, licking in eager gratitude, and breaking off only to tell her what I was thinking.

‘Thank you for my spanking, that was nice.’

She didn’t even answer, but took hold of my hair, pulling me firmly into her sex. I began to lick once more, enjoying the soft flesh of her sex lips and the little folds between, bumping the tip of my tongue over her already swollen clit, while my hands were already back between my legs, stroking my own plump, puffy sex. I knew we might not have much time before somebody got curious, so turned my full attention to making her come while I let my mind dwell on the way she’d spanked me, her knees locked with her own twin sister’s, caressing my bottom in between slaps, and
with
another five vindictive little brats looking on and enjoying my degradation.

I must have been further gone than I thought, because my orgasm came far faster than I’d expected, in a series of sudden, hard contractions that had me clenching my cheeks and clutching at my pussy. She barely seemed to notice, holding me firmly against her sex with one hand and stroking her breasts with the other, clearly about to reach her own climax. Then she did, her fingers twisting hard in my hair and a muffled sob escaping her lips as she came under my tongue. A moment later we broke apart.

‘Thank you,’ I managed, after a moment to gulp in air. ‘You’re lovely, thank you.’

‘OK,’ she answered, nothing more, save a smile as she wiped her pussy.

She wrapped a fresh towel around her and hurried away, leaving me with a touch of regret. It had been nice, but too hurried. I’d have liked to take longer and to go further, maybe licking her bottom hole or even letting her pee in my mouth, although it seemed unlikely she was quite that kinky. I definitely needed to come again, and decided to do it in my room, with the door unlocked so that I could enjoy the thought of the humiliation if they caught me frigging my dirty little pussy over what they’d done to me.

The moment I was in my room I flung myself down on the bed, my legs spread open. One hand slipped back between my thighs and the other went to my breasts, toying with myself as I once more focused on the way the girls had treated me. A few deft touches and I’d have come a second time, but I held back, teasing my nipples and pussy lips and the still warm tuck of my bottom. They’d spanked me well, seven of them, young athletic girls, taking turns to warm my plump white bottom, and with my panties down to
make
sure that everything showed. Princess had even pulled my knickers off, leaving me stark naked, surely the best and most appropriate way for me to be in front of them, nude with a red bum while I served and cleaned and scrubbed and licked their pussies on demand.

I thought of how they might catch me as I was, spread out naked on my bed, masturbating shamelessly with two fingers up my hole and one erect nipple pinched between two more. They’d laugh at me, maybe make me finish myself off in front of them, maybe beat me again, harder than before, maybe stick something up me, maybe make me lick all seven of them, including Jemima, definitely including Jemima. My back arched at the thought, I began to grind the ball of my thumb on my pussy and I could hold back no more, my orgasm rising in my head, just as the latch of the door clicked and it began to swing open.

The thought of being caught might have been a turn on, but the reality sent a violent shock of pure shame through me, and I hastily closed my legs, only to see that it was Becky. She was smiling, nervous but excited, and I let my thighs come wide once more, offering myself to her, my voice a sigh as I spoke.

‘Come to me, Becky. Do anything you like.’

‘I’m not Becky,’ she answered. ‘I’m Bobby, but she told me.’

Another jolt of shame hit me at the realisation that I’d just spread my pussy to a different girl, but it was weaker by far than the first. She was in nothing but a towel, and she obviously hadn’t come in to make small talk. I held my arms out for her and she came forward, a little unsure of herself, but her voice firm enough as she spoke.

‘I want to be licked, like you did for Becky.’

I nodded and moved somewhat aside, making room for her on the bed. She climbed on, arranging herself
with
her back to the headboard, just as the door swung open once more and her sister slipped through. A third jolt hit me, this time of pure pleasure at the thought of licking one sister while the other watched. Becky was smiling, and came to sit on the edge of the bed as I scrambled round and got on all fours.

Bobby spread her thighs, showing off her neatly turned little cunt with its puff of pale hair, identical in every way to her sister except that she hadn’t shaved. I buried my face and began to lick as I lifted my bottom into the air, hoping Becky would take the hint and smack it. She didn’t, but took her sister’s hand, their fingers entwined as I busied myself with making Bobby come.

I was being used, in a sense, but that was exactly what I wanted, to be made a grovelling little slut for their pleasure, to be spanked and slapped and teased, to be put to work naked and made to do practice in just my panties, to lick their pussies and lick their bottoms, just as long as I was allowed to masturbate while I did it. That was what I was doing as I licked Bobby, my hand back between my legs in full view of Becky, rubbing between my swollen, slippery lips as I lapped at her sister’s clit.