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TIFFANY TOP TO BOTTOM MF/f teen nc humil
BY DR. WU
CHAPTER FIVE
The usual: This story is for people over 18. If you're under 18, go
away. It is also complete and utter fiction. People behaving like the
characters herein should be punished. It may be posted anywhere that is
free, and may not be posted anywhere that requires a fee.
The background: This is the fifth story in the saga of Tiffany
Daniels, and it will make more sense if you read the others first. The
first four are archived at www.asstr-mirror.org, the Alt Sex Stories Text
Repository, under my name, Doktorwu. This is a free archive and depends
on your donations to keep operating. I do not make a dime off it. I also
do not have the first four, so while I am happy to hear from (and
correspond) with fans, particularly female fans, I don't email earlier
stories.
Finally, remember: With Tiffany, it's not about the fucking, it's
about the mind-fucking.
CHAPTER FIVE
THE ONE WITH THE RING AROUND THE CHEERLEADER
"Please don't do this to me, Snake," Tiffany whispered as she was
marched into the back of the store. "I'll do something nice for you. I'll
give you a blow job if you let me go. I could give you a really good blow
job, Snake."
"You'd give me a blow job?" Snake shouted so that everyone could hear.
Tiffany had been trying to negotiate her way out of this trap, but Snake
was obviously enjoying her torment, and wanted to increase it. "Hey guys,
Tiffany here says she'll blow me if I'll let her go. This sweet little
cheerleader chick is offering to suck my dick!"
The teen boys all snickered and laughed. "We wanna see her naked!" one
called out.
"OK, we'll vote," Snake said as the small crowd arrived in the
storeroom. "Everyone who wants to see this beautiful girl without a
stitch of clothes on, raise your hand." All the boys raised their hands,
as did Doc, as did Lisa, smiling cruelly.
"And everyone who wants me to let her go, in exchange for which I get
to slide my cock into that hot little Tiffany mouth and pump my seed into
her belly, but the rest of you don't get dick, raise your hand." Snake
raised his hand, but Tiffany could tell he was just mocking her.
"Democracy in action, Tiff," he said to her. Everyone had formed a
ring around Tiffany now, and she could feel their lust radiating off them
in waves. She worried that a gang rape could be in the offing. Snake was
completely in control, and if he wanted her to be gang raped, it would
happen, she knew.
"What I think I want to see here," Snake said, "is for Tiffany here to
put on the dress that Lisa is wearing. So Lisa, first you need to take
off that dress, and then you can have your other clothes back out of my
bag. Tiffany, while Lisa is taking off the dress, you take off all your
clothes. Everything. You have 60 seconds. Go!"
Tiffany just stood there, frozen. She couldn't do it. "Take it off!
Take it off!" the boys began to chant.
"Thirty seconds," Snake said. "Lisa, gimme that remote." Lisa handed
it to him and Snake held it up menacingly so that Tiffany could see it.
She looked over at Lisa, and saw that the younger girl had stepped out of
the dress and now stood there stark naked in her shoes. None of the boys
were watching Lisa, though, as they were all still in a ring around the
cheerleader, chanting.
She had no choice. She unbuttoned her blouse quickly, unsnapped her
plaid skirt and let it slip down to her ankles. The boys began whistling
and giggling at the sight of her white cotton bra and panties. She looked
at Snake, who just held up the remote. She knew she had only a few second
left, and she quickly unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her
magnificent 36-C breasts, so perky and white against her tan skin, seemed
to fill the room with their sheer perfection. She slid her panties down
her tan, well-muscled legs, and crossed one leg in front of the other to
hide her pubic patch from the lustful gazes of the boys. She crossed her
arms across her tits.
Lisa had handed Snake the dress and quickly rooted through his
backpack to get her clothes back. As everyone stared at Tiffany, Lisa
dressed quickly.
"Would you like the dress, Tiffany?" Snake taunted, holding it out,
but just out of her reach.
"Yes, please," she said. Her voice squeaked.
"I'll give it to you, but I don't think this modesty is what the boys
here had in mind. I think they wanted to see all of you. So I want you to
lace your fingers behind your head and stick those titties out like
you're proud of 'em. And I want you to stand with your legs about a foot
apart. And hold the pose."
"Yeah, baby, do it!" a teenager yelled. "Fuckin' A, let's see some
pussy!" shouted another. The air was thick with testosterone and
Tiffany's mortification.
"Please don't make me," she begged. "Please let me have the dress."
"Assume the position. As soon as you assume the position," Snake told
her, "I'll stop telling the boys here all the details of your personal
life. Gentlemen, this young lady's name is Tiffany Daniels. She's 17
years old, and she's a cheerleader at Daniels High School in Beverly. So
if you want to see her again, just come to a football or basketball game
at Daniels, and she'll be there, shaking her pom poms."
"Stop it!" Tiffany shrieked. He would leave her with no privacy at
all.
"Shall I tell them your home address and phone number?" Snake asked.
"No!" Tiffany said. She forced herself to take the stance Snake had
demanded. Her hands were laced behind her head, which caused her
magnificent tits to jut out even more. The nipples responded to the air
conditioning, swelling into little pink eraser tips. She shuffled her
feet apart, exposing her blonde public hair to the steamy stares of the
crowd.
"There she is boys!" Snake crowed. "Your very own naked cheerleader.
Tiffany, why don't you ask the boys to touch your tits?"
"NOOOO!" she cried.
"I think the proper response is 'Yes, sir," Snake corrected. He pushed
the remote control button for the briefest millisecond, just enough to
give Tiffany a stab of electric pain. It was short, but terribly painful,
and her knees almost buckled.
"B-b-b-boys," the naked cheerleader stammered, "would you like to
touch my tits? Please be gentle!" she added.
The suburban homeys pressed forward, hands outstretched. In a flash,
six pairs of hands were on Tiffany's tits, molding them and kneading
them, poking and tweaking the nipples, which got harder and harder with
all the attention. Tiffany Daniels kept her hands laced behind her head,
as a tear rolled down her cheek over the way she was being defiled, the
group grope of her poor beautiful breasts.
"OK, guys, step back, you'll rub em off," Snake joked. "Now I guess
our little game wouldn't be complete without getting to touch her pussy"
- the tension in the room suddenly shot up several levels -- "but I think
six fingers up Tiffany's cunt would just stretch it out so bad that her
future husband would never get a truly righteous fuck. So settle down,
dudes. Doc, you're the guy who got us started on this, you wanna get some
stinky pinky?"
Doc stepped forward and approached Tiffany. "Please don't hurt me,
please be gentle," she said. She couldn't stop it, she could only try to
make it less awful.
Doc stuck his index finger in his mouth and wetted it, then stood
right in front of Tiffany, only a couple of inches away. He dropped his
hand, and she felt his finger, tickling her labia, parting the pubic
hair, slowly wiggling its way up into her pussy.
"You like being finger-fucked, Tiffany?" he asked in what he hoped was
a seductive voice.
She knew what she had to answer to keep from getting zapped. "Yes,
sir." Doc drove his finger in a little farther. Tiffany gasped, and the
room seemed to hold its breath. They watched his arm begin to move, up
and down, gently but insistently, as he began to frig the poor girl.
"She was already kinda wet," Doc said to Snake.
"Were you wet, Tiffany?" Snake asked. "What got you wet? Was it the
boys grabbing your titties? Was it showing off your body to everyone? Ya
know, I got this theory about cheerleaders, Tiffany. I think cheerleaders
are exhibitionists who get off on flashing their panties and thrusting
their chests out in front of lots of people, but in a safe, permissible
way. They know that the men in the crowd are all getting major wood,
wanting to fuck em, but they can't. It's like prick-teasing on a mass
scale."
He whirled around on Lisa. "Hey there slut, I haven't forgotten about
you. Give me an honest answer. When cheerleaders are out there shaking
their booties and jumping around in tight sweaters with all those guys
staring at them, are they getting off on it?"
"Uh, yeah, a little I guess," Lisa said.
A groan from Tiffany brought the attention back to her. "Am I hurting
you, cunt?" Doc asked fiercely. "Or are you getting off? Cause you're
pretty wet, I don't see how I could be hurting you." He sawed his index
finger in and out of the teen's moist little slit.
Doc dragged his finger slowly out from between Tiffany's labia and
moved it up to her clit. The combination of sexual stimulation and fear
had made that pink button of ultra-sensitive flesh a little bit exposed,
and as Doc roughly brushed his finger against it, Tiffany couldn't help
herself. She let out an involuntary moan of sexual pleasure. Encouraged,
Doc began to rub the poor teen's clit in earnest.
"She's lovin' it!" he announced to the gathering of boys, who pressed
in closer to see.
"I've got an idea!" Snake announced. "Since Tiffany's so horny today,
we're gonna help her cum. Who wants to see Tiffany have an orgasm?"
"Fuck that!" called one of the teenaged boys. "I wanna have one. Let's
rape the cunt right here. She wants some cock, I got some right here," he
said, fondling an enormous bulge in his baggy shorts.
"I sympathize, pal," Snake said. "But I don't think a gang rape right
here and now is a good idea. Anyone could walk in, and it would take a
while. And if one of you gets to fuck her, then everyone should get a
shot. So I'm in charge, and nobody's gonna fuck the cunt right now.
Anybody got a problem with that?" He gave the group a hard stare. They
all looked down, grumbling and mumbling, but Snake's authority over the
bizarre scene was absolute.
Tiffany was still standing at attention, legs spread, hands laced
behind her head, having her increasingly wet pussy rubbed by the guy
named Doc. "Tiffany, what do you say?" Snake asked her.
She was baffled. She didn't know what he wanted.
"I don't know," she squeaked.
"Wrong answer! Zap!" Snake shouted, pressing the remote. At the same
moment, the dog collar around her neck was suddenly alive with
electricity, shocking the girl. She screamed, and pulled her hands around
to try to pull the infernal device away from her skin. The buzzing,
burning feeling was agonizing.
Snake stopped. "You're supposed to thank me, Tiffany," he said. "These
guys wanted to gang-bang you, and I could have just stood by and let
them, but I saved your ass."
"Thank you, sir," Tiffany said.
"That's better. Now, consider your answer very carefully, and remember
what I can do if I don't like that answer. Yes or no. Would you like to
give these boys a demonstration of what a real live cheerleader having an
orgasm looks like?"
She knew what she had to say. Knew she had no choice.
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, what?"
Damn him! Tiffany thought. He's just rubbing my nose in every second
of this.
"Yes, I'd like to show these boys and orgasm."
"Well, that's just swell, Tiffany. Pick out the boy you'd like to have
it with."
God, would this never end? she thought. She looked at the leering,
grinning, mouth-breathing idiots surrounding her. Back at Daniels, where
she was the unofficial queen, she would never give any of these losers
the time of day. One boy seemed at least smaller and shyer and less
hideous than the rest, and she knew she had to decide, so she pointed.
"Him."
"Come on down, bud!" Snake called like a game show host. "What's your
name."
"Tommy."
"And how old are you, Tommy?"
"13."
"And have you ever tasted a girl's pussy, Tommy?" Snake asked.
"Uh, uh, I guess not." It was obvious that Tommy was as nervous as
Tiffany.
"Well, it's your lucky day. But first, a little something to make this
more fun." He pulled from his backpack a small plastic egg, which looked
to Tiffany and Tommy and the group exactly like one of those plastic
Easter Eggs that spilt in half. It had a tiny switch on the bottom, and
when Snake thumbed the switch, it began to vibrate, making a low humming
sound.
"Behold the vibrating egg," he said. "Horny women pick these babies up
at Fredericks of Hollywood. I was planning on using it on Lisa over
there, but things change, and you gotta go with the flow, go where it
takes ya. So Tiffany, I want you to reach down with both hands and pry
those pussy lips open as far wide open as they will go, and maybe bend
your knees a little, so we can get this bad boy up inside you."
Tiffany pleaded with her tormentor with her big blue eyes, but she
knew there would be no pity or reprieve. She did as she was told. To her
surprise, Snake popped the plastic egg into his mouth, held it there,
then pulled it out. "Gotta get it good and wet for ya," he said, a nasty
twinkle in his eye.
Snake knelt in front of the cheerleader, and deftly, gently even,
began to insert the vibrating egg up into her pussy, jostling it gently
back and forth, working it up inside. The boys in the ring around the
cheerleader seemed to be holding their breath. So was Lisa, watching
wide-eyed from the sidelines. She realized that if the store clerk hadn't
recognized Tiffany from her last trip, that she would have been the one
surrounded by horny guys, naked, with a vibrating egg stuck up her pussy.
Finally it was in place. And to Tiffany, it felt like the center of
her universe. The egg wasn't uncomfortable, it just felt so big down
there, stuffing her full, and it kept buzzing and buzzing and vibrating.
It made her feel like she wanted to pee, made her feel all weird and
tingly. She knew, although she hated to admit, that it felt good, it felt
fucking great in fact.
"Now kneel down here, Tommy," Snake was instructing, and place your
hands on her hips like this, and move your face in there so your mouth is
lined up with her pussy. Right at the top of her lips there's a little
piece of flesh called the clitoris, and that's what you need to lick to
make her cum. Pretend it's an ice cream cone, but don't take your tongue
off. Just move your tongue up and down, starting slow, then getting
faster."
Tiffany felt the young boy's tongue touch her clit, already excited by
Doc, and she yelped. She couldn't help it. The contact of the warm, wet
tongue, the buzzing of the egg pressed up inside her, were sexually
overwhelming. She thought about fighting it, but knew Snake would make
her stand there until she had an orgasm. She might as well get it over
with, and give him what he wanted.
She thought of Hayden. Pretended it was Hayden, her beloved, who was
licking her between her legs. Without realizing what she was doing, she
put her hands on the back of Tommy's head and pulled him into her sweet,
needy wetness, into her pussy. "Oh, yes, oh yes, lick me oh lick me!" she
cried out.
The boys were all goggled-eyed as they watched the beautiful young
girl squeeze her eyes tight and surrender herself to the inexperienced
but inescapably blissful tongue work of young Tommy. They couldn't read
Tiffany's mind, that she had constructed a fantasy of Hayden going down
on her. They just saw her slutty behavior, and commented on it. "What a
fuckin' slut." "Man, she is one horny cunt!" "Jesus, what a ho!" That one
drew a raucous laugh from the crowd.
Tiffany was only partly aware of the jeering mob of boys. She began
thrusting her pelvis forward to meet Tommy's tongue, and as she moved her
hips, the egg inside of her shifted slightly, changing positions, sending
off its signals in unexpected new ways. "Oh, oh!" she yelped, lost in the
building ecstasy.
"Make her cum!" yelled a boy, and it soon became a chant: "Make her
cum! Maker cum! Even Doc and Lisa took up the chant, although Snake
remained calm and silent, watching the scene he had created. His dark
eyes burned with lust, and he was already thinking ahead to his next move
in the game, like a master chess player.
Tiffany could feel the powerful orgasm building in her, getting closer
and closer. Her clit felt as it if had swelled to the size of a grape, it
felt enormous, and every time Tommy's tongue passed over the surface, she
wanted him to just take it into his mouth and suck on it, like a tiny
dick. She barely even heard her own voice when she yelled out, "Suck my
clit! Suck it! Suck it, please oh God suck it!" Tommy heard her, and
followed her instructions, pulling the pulsing nubbin into his mouth and
sucking on it like a tiny nipple.
"OHHHHH! OHHHHH!" Tiffany moaned. Her hands clutched Tommy's hair, two
iron grips, and she whipped her hips into the poor boy's face as he
mouthed her to an orgasm. He could feel her thighs trembling, the heat
radiating out of he pussy, and he could taste the strange, salty taste of
her love juice as it gushed out of her teenaged hole.
"FUCK! FUCK! OHHHHH GOD!" Tiffany screamed as her body exploded in a
mind-blowing orgasm. She felt as if her molecules were flying apart, and
even though part of her knew the humiliating circumstances of where she
was, another part of her kept pretending it was sweet, kind Hayden who
was working this sexual mojo on her.
She released her grip on Tommy and step back. Tommy stood up and
grinned at his friends. His face was as glazed as a Krispy Kreme donut
with Tiffany's juices, his lips puffy. He had an idiotic smile on his 13-
year-old face, and a raging boner in his pants that he would take care of
in a men's room stall as soon as he could make a decent exit from the
group.
"Cool!" one of the boys yelled, and they burst into spontaneous
applause.
"How about that, Tiffany?" Snake cracked. "You just got a standing O!"
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