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I had lost my job a couple of months ago and was surviving, if you
could call it that, on welfare. I had been forced to sell my car, and
was seriously considering moving back in with my folks. 

I was in the Mini-Mart, buying bread and milk. Ahead of me in the
queue was a group of schoolgirls buying candy and soda. The older
kids from the school were allowed to dress as they pleased but these
were in school uniform so I guessed they were under 16, all budding
breasts, thrusting hips and rampant hormones.

A bleached blonde amongst them noticed me.

"Del, here's your boyfriend," she called out.

A cute little brunette turned to look at me, soon followed by the
others. Although jailbait, I have to admit I wouldn't have minded.
The girls started to snigger, and I felt I had to say something.

"I only date real women, not kids," I responded in what I hoped was
a dismissive tone.

"Ooooh, get him," said one of the other girls, and they went into a
huddle.

The girls paid for their purchases, then I paid for my bread and
milk. When I left the Mini-Mart, the girls were waiting outside the
door but they seemed to ignore me as I pushed past them.

Behind the Mini-Mart is a field, part of a disused farm, and now I
don't have a car the quickest way home is across the field. I went
through the gate and started walking across the field. Suddenly I
heard voices behind me and I turned round, but too late, I was
surrounded by the girls. I was brought up never to hit woman or
children so I tried to push them away rather than use my strength to
lash out, but they tripped me up and got me helpless on the ground.
They tied my wrists together and taped my mouth shut and put
something over my head, tied loosely round my neck, so I couldn't
see. It smelled stale and musky, like an unwashed item of sports
clothing.

The girls led me away blind and helpless. I tripped and stumbled
several times, but managed to stay on my feet. Suddenly I could no
longer feel the sun on my back, the birdsong had vanished and I felt
wooden floor beneath me. I guessed we were in some sort of farm
building.

The girls tripped me up again so I was lying on the ground, then
they stripped me of my denims and boxers. I broke out into a cold
sweat at the thought of what they might do to me. Surely they weren't
going to mutilate or amputate my cock or my balls.

"I bet he hasn't got a girlfriend with a winkie like that," one of
the girls mocked my shrivelled cock.

I felt my cock grasped round the base by a small fist which started
pumping it. Then the head was enveloped by a pair of hot, moist lips.
My cock leapt to attention at these ministrations.

"Not so bad after all," said the same girl who had spoken before.

I felt something being tied firmly round the base of my cock,
perhaps a shoelace, trapping in the blood. Then someone took my balls
in a small hand and gently pulled them, while someone else tied
something around them. It felt very tight and I hoped they hadn't cut
off the blood supply.

I recognised the voice of the bleached blonde from the Mini-Mart:
"Here's how it goes. On the first round you get ten thrusts each, on
the second you get fifteen, and five more in each subsequent round.
If you cum, you're out."

"What if he cums?" asked another girl.

The others laughed knowingly. Not very likely with my balls tied
off, I thought.

"You get a baby and social housing," replied the bleached blonde.
"Now what order shall we go in?"

"Alphabetical?" someone suggested.

"No, we always do that," someone else complained.

"I know, let's do it according to the scores in yesterday's science
test. Geeks go first as a punishment," came the suggestion.

"Okay," replied the bleached blonde. "I'll write down the names and
scores. Here's me, Trish with 34. What did you get, Rosie?"

"48".

"Mila."

"79," in a vaguely Asian accent. This was followed by a chorus of
boos and catcalls of  'swot'.

"Carrie?

"38."

"Del?"

"65."

"Jazz?"

"44."

"Right, the order is Mila, Del, Rosie, Jazz, Carrie then me. He's
all yours, Mila."

I counted six names, so there were six girls.

I felt a body kneel over me, warm thighs pressed against mine, then
a hot, tight little cunt being lowered onto my cock. I felt my cock
penetrate deeper and deeper inside the girl until it bottomed out
three quarters of the way in. The cunt was pretty dry - if all the
girls were like this, it was going to be very painful for us.

"One," Trish counted as Mila raised herself until only the head of
my cock was embedded inside her.

"Two," Trish counted after Mila lowered herself again. My cock had
developed a strange numb feeling from being tied off round the base,
yet it could still feel that Mila was getting a little moist. My
balls felt cold and I worried about them.

By the time the count got to 10, Mila had developed a rhythm and was
quite wet. On her last descent, I felt her pubic hair faintly brush
my belly as she took almost my whole length. I could sense her
disappointment when her turn was over.

"Your turn Del," announced Trish. There was a pause and then:
"What's wrong?"

"I'm a virgin," confessed Del in a shamed whisper.

"That's okay, we'll help you," said one of the others. "Get in
position."

I felt the cute nymphet squat over me and position her cunt over the
head of my cock. Suddenly she was brutally forced down by the other
girls, and my cock ripped through her hymen, causing her to scream
with pain.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" asked Trish with a very insincere
sound to her voice. "Wait a few moments until the pain wears off then
get going."

Del was extremely tight and could only take half my length. I felt
her trembling as she slowly and painfully notched up her 10.

Rosie was due next, but she balked at the blood-smeared cock.

"You messed him up, Del, you clean him up," she insisted.

"How am I supposed to do that?" Del asked.

"Lick him clean. It's your blood. You lick yourself when you cut
yourself, don't you?"

"I guess so."

Reluctantly Del positioned herself by my side and licked me clean. I
wished I could have seen it, my cock being licked all over by the
cute little nymphet. My body desperately tried to cum, but was
thwarted by the ties round my cock and balls.

At last Rosie got to do her ten, in a very mechanical matter-of-fact
sort of way. It was obvious she wasn't a virgin.  

"Your turn Jazz," announced Trish.  

"Can I stick it up my bum?" she asked.

There were groans all round.

"Trust you to lower the tone," said a girl I thought I recognised as
Rosie.

"You can do it any way you want if you win, or after we've finished
with him," decreed Trish. Constrained to the more usual portal,
experienced Jazz notched up her ten followed by inexperienced but
enthusiastic Carrie. At last it was Trish's turn. To my surprise she
was the most expert of the girls, using the muscles of her cunt to
massage my cock as she fucked me. I found myself thrusting back at
her, even though I couldn't cum. I was disappointed when her 10 were
over.

"Second round, 15 this time," announced Trish when she was finished.

None of the girls came of the second round either, although Mila
seemed pretty close. I wondered if the strange numbness of my cock
was stopping me feeling its soreness, although it was well lubricated
by now.

One the third round, Mila went first again. She got to 15 without
any problem, then started moaning and upped the tempo.

"16, 17, 18, 19, 20, that's enough Mila, stop!" But she couldn't,
and after three more thrusts I felt her hot little cunny spasming
around my cock. "You're out, Mila," announced Trish.

Del was still sore and taking it very slowly. No danger of her
orgasming. 

To my surprise, the calm collected matter-of fact Rosie also failed
on this round, squealing loudly as her throbbing cunt clenched my
cock.

The other girls all survived, including Trish, even though I
couldn't resist thrusting back at her amazing cunt.

Round four, 25 thrusts. Del still timid and tentative. To her
immense disappointment Jazz came, and then so did Carrie. Trish
continued her delicious torment, making my cock and balls feel as
though they were going to explode.

Trish dismounted and was immediately replaced by Del for round five.
Unable to help myself I continued to thrust upwards and suddenly I
felt an enormous throb seem to emanate from the very core of my being
and travel up my cock and into the cute little nymphet.

"Um, he's throbbing inside me," said Del in a worried voice.

"It's okay, he can't cum," reassured Trish.

Somehow my body's muscles were strong enough to overcome the ties,
and I fired spurt after spurt of sperm deep into Del's unprotected
cunt.

"Seriously guys," said Del in a worried tone, and she lifted herself
off me prematurely. I stayed hard as my cock was unable to disgorge.

The other girls gasped, presumably because they could see my milky
fluid oozing from Del's cunt.

"It's okay, Del. You can go to nurse tomorrow and get the morning
after pill," comforted Jazz.

"What if she tells my parents?" Del continued to worry.

"She's not allowed to, it's completely confidential," said Rosie. "I
had to have it last term." There were gasps at this admission.

"I don't want to carry on," said Del. "I hurt inside and now I might
be pregnant."

"In that case I'm the winner," announced Trish triumphantly. "I've
finished with this loser. Jazz, do you want to...?" Trish left the rest
of the question unspoken, but it was obvious what she meant.

"Sure, why not," replied Jazz.

I felt my cock being enveloped by her tight sphincter as she
squatted over me. Inside, something felt hot and moist and sticky and
I guessed she wasn't empty. The head of my cock was soon embedded
inside Jazz's rectum.

"I bet you can't take his whole length," challenged Trish.

"Oh yeah? How much?" replied Jazz.

"I'll do your math homework next week," offered Trish.

"No way, I can't afford a crap grade. How about you fix me up a date
with your brother."

"What, Luke? Ewwww. Still, if that's what you want. And if you lose,
you go out on a date with Chuck Halliday."

"Ewwww," all the girls chorused. I wondered if Chuck Halliday was
some sort of disfigured freak, horribly obnoxious or just lacking in
social skills.

"Ok, since it will never happen. I'm going to win this bet,"
proclaimed Jazz as she thrust down hard on my cock, swallowing half
its length inside her. Jazz continued to push down on me, her tight
sphincter scraping my skin raw. Despite the fiery heat from Jazz's
rectum, my cock still felt cold and numb from its restraints.

Jazz continued to press down, but her progress was slowing
considerably as the girth of my cock stretched her sphincter almost
to the point of tearing, and my volume made her feel full inside.
Suddenly I felt her internal muscles cramp as the volume became too
much.

"She's not going to make it," gloated Carrie.

"Oh yes I am," Jazz replied through gritted teeth. She took a short
rest then started pushing down again. I felt something drip onto my
stomach, either tears or sweat. I had no way of knowing. Jazz's
internal muscles rebelled, involuntarily pushing out as hard as they
could to expel my volume, but this made my ingress easier and my cock
slid in the last few centimetres. Jazz's sphincter gripped my cock
firmly round the base, and I could feel a tuft of hair and wetness on
my belly.

"She's made it," the girls chorused in surprise.

I felt vibrations on my cock and guessed Jazz was rubbing her clit.
It had the desired effect, and she screamed as her body orgasmed
around my cock. Despite having cum so recently, I felt my groin
tighten then a throb travel the length of my cock deep into Jazz's
rectum. Spurt after spurt of sperm followed, forcing its way past the
ties.

"Hey guys," said Jazz, "he's cumming again."

"In your imagination," scoffed Trish, annoyed at losing her bet.

Jazz lifted herself slowly off my cock, which was unable to deflate
because of its bonds.

"Ewww, that's gross," observed the other girls. I assumed my cock
had been fouled by fecal matter.

"Anyone else want a go?" asked Jazz triumphantly.

There was another chorus of "Ewwwww."

"Right, I guess we're finished then," said Trish.

"What about him?" asked Del. My heart leapt at the thought that the
cute one was concerned about me.

"We'll leave him here. In time he should be able to undo the knots
and get free. But even if he can't, he can make his way towards the
sound of the traffic until he gets to the road. Someone's bound to
see him." Trish had it all worked out.

"What about my sweatpants?" asked Carrie.

"Tell your mum you lost them. You can afford to replace them."

The girls left. I tried to untie the bonds around my cock and balls
because they felt cold and numb and I was worried about permanent
damage to my balls. But since I couldn't see what I was doing and my
wrists were tied together, I couldn't make any impression on the
tight knots. Then I tried the draw-string of the sweatpants which
secured them over my head. Fortunately it was a simple knot, and
pretty soon I could see what I was doing. My cock and balls were deep
red, turning bluish. I untied the laces round my cock and balls then
freed my wrists. My cock rapidly deflated into an unfamiliar tiny
shrivelled object. I gently massaged my balls, and gradually I felt
feeling return to them. They started churning angrily in their ball-
sac, which I hoped was a good sign.

I found an old rag and wiped Jazz's shit off my cock. Luckily the
girls had left my clothes scattered around, so I got dressed and made
my way home. I even found my bread and milk in the field where I had
dropped them. I took Carrie's sweatpants home with me as a souvenir.

Well, that's what happened to me yesterday. Now I must dash - school
finishes around now and I have to go shopping at the Mini-Mart, not
that I can think of anything I want to buy! 
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