Chapter 7
"Scrawny little thing!" Georgina laughed. "You look like a plucked chicken!" Her laughter was no small thing. Her big tits swelled bigger as she breathed deep, until it seemed the mounds would burst free even from the loose-fitting dress covering her from neck to knees.
She tossed back her head' and cut loose with a big laugh. Her face got red and all her masses of flesh shook.
I stood in the middle of the living room -Stark naked!
My clothes - blouse, skirt, bra, panties -stood neatly folded and stacked on a table off to the side. My shoes were neatly placed side by side and tucked under the table. Georgina had taken off each garment.
When she undressed me, she made it a real turn-on.
She ran her plump soft hands up and down my front and back, feeling me. She pressed my titties and grabbed my ass.
Her thick fingers opened the belt which went through the loops of my gray skirt. Then she pulled my blouse free from where it was tucked in the skirt.
Then she took off the blouse.
"With titties that small," she teased, "I don't know why you bother with a bra at all!"
She took off the bra, too.
I felt so alive!
The staring eyes of Georgina and Mr. Emory stared at my body. Their lips pulled back, showing lots of strong teeth.
They looked like a pair of hungry wolves, ready to devour me!
My nipples were stiff, and don't think that Georgina missed that, either.
"Well, well, what have we here?" She flicked her nails against my stiff nipples, like she was flicking away a fly.
"Ouch!"
"Hold still, don't be such a baby, you can take it! You love it ... now, let me see those darling little nipples!"
She cupped a tit in her palm. Her fingers were oily. She pinched my stiff nipple, tweaked it, pulled it out toward her, stretching it.
She did the same, and then some, to my other nipple, and when she was done both nipples stood out stiff and sore.
"Let's see the rest of her," commanded Mr. Emory.
He pushed his recliner chair forward and sat with his feet planted on the floor, leaning his head forward.
Georgina stood to one side of me, so as not to block her husband's view of me as she finished undressing me.
Then she pulled down my skirt.
Once she tugged it past my hips, it came off easily enough, falling to my feet, leaving me clad only in panties.
Holding my shoulder, she felt me through my panties.
"Spread your legs... " "Yes, Auntie."
She felt me through my panties.
Her fingers were thick, like breakfast sausages. She poked and prodded me.
My panties were plain white cotton panties. Very thin.
Georgina pressed and poked and prodded my pussy through the panties.
Then she pulled them down.
"If that isn't the cutest little thing!" she said.
Her thumb and forefinger pinched my bush, pulling the hairs out, tugging them, making me wince and moan.
"Look at her little bush, honey!" she said to her husband. "Isn't it the cutest thing!"
"Hardly a bush," Emory said.
"She's young, what do you expect!"
"She's old enough," he said.
"Oh, yes," Georgina agreed. "Look at this pretty little pussy!"
One hand closed on my hip, holding it. Her other hand ran her fingers up and down my pussy, stroking the lips.
"I've seen her pussy," Mr. Emory said.
"I know!"
"But that's all I've done with it," he said, "yet!"
"I know that, too!" she laughed. She pressed her fingertips to my pussy lips and parted them, peering inside.
"Yum!" she said. "Look at all that juicy pink!"
"Is it juicy, dear?"
"I suppose I should find out, Emory!"
Georgina pressed the fingertip to my slit.
"Please, ma'am, don't hurt me... " "Hush! This isn't the first finger you've ever had in your pussy! I know you've taken plenty of fat thick cocks up there!
"So, don't make a lot of fuss over one little finger, or, by God, I'll really give you something to fuss about!"
I gasped when she put her finger inside me. It was plenty thick, and I was tight and dry right just then.
I grunted when she pushed her finger up into me. She worked it in deep, holding me in place with her hand on my hip.
She planted it in me up to the knuckle, and wiggled it around. After a few heartbeats, it started sliding a whole lot easier.
She pumped her finger in and out, back and forth.
When she pulled her finger out, it was shiny and dripping.
"She's wet, Emory!" Georgina laughed. "Look!"
"Yes, Rochelle is a most passionate - I might even say, wanton little miss!"
Georgina held her finger, dripping with my juices, in front of my face.
"What's this?!" she demanded.
"It - it's my pussy juices, ma'am... " "That's right! And what are they doing on my finger?!"
"I - I don't know, ma'am!"
"You don't know?! Well, then, you had better lick them off! Now!"
"Y-yes, ma'am!"
I could smell myself on her finger.
"Ever taste your own pussy juices?" she asked me. "No, ma'am."
She didn't believe me. "No?"
"Well... uh, maybe I did, once - " "Don't mumble! Speak up' Now, look me in the eye, Rochelle, and tell me you never tasted your pussy juices!"
"No. ma'am! I mean... that is... I did. Just once, to see what they tasted like!"
"Hmmmph! So you're a little liar as well, eh?"
"Oh, no, ma'am!"
"First you said you didn't, now you say you did, so you must have lied at least once! How many other lies have you told?"
"None, ma'am! I - Auntie, I was ashamed to admit that I had done it, that's all!"
"Ashamed?!" Mr. Emory repeated, laughing. "If you have a sense of shame, Rochelle, you'd better lose it fast! It won't do you any good here!"
"Because we're going to make you do the most shameless things," Georgina promised. "Again and again!
"But, enough talk! Your juices are drying on my finger and I want you to lick them off! Stick out your tongue, Rochelle!
"Stick it out farther, much farther! All the way! Show us how long that tongue of yours is - ooh, it's a long one, all right!"
I shoved my tongue out till the root of it ached.
"Now, lick my finger clean. Show us some of that tongue action!"
I licked the finger. I couldn't really taste anything.
"You show a lot of promise with that tongue, Rochelle! Doesn't she, Emory?"
"Ah, yes... yes, Rochelle is most active with her little mouth!"
"I suppose you're an expert on that!" she said.
"Hardly an expert, dear, yet!"
Georgina said, "Here, open wide!' When my mouth was open, she shoved her finger in up to the knuckle.
"Suck it, Rochelle! Suck it like it's a cock! Show us how you suck cock!"
She pumped her finger in and out of my mouth. My lips wrapped it.
"Ummmmmm, look at the little tramp suck!" Georgina said. "You suck so well, I know you're just dying for some more!
"Don't worry, Rochelle! Now that we've oiled up that mouth, we'll have plenty of uses for it!"
She pulled her finger out of my mouth, wiping it on my hip.
Mr. Emory came over to us.
"We shouldn't be letting this little girl get too comfortable," he said to his wife. "She's here for correction!"
"Among other things," Georgina leered.
"Let's warm up that sassy little bottom of hers!"
Mr. Emory grabbed my ass, one cheek in both hands. He played with the cheeks, squeezing them like they were clay.
"Bend forward, Rochelle!"
"Yes, sir!"
I bent forward from the waist, till my fingers touched the floor.
With my head upside-down, I looked through my spread legs. I saw Mr. Emory from the waist down.
He took hold of my cheeks, one in each hand, and spread them, pulling them to the sides to expose my ass.
My little asshole winked, opening and closing.
"Look at that, Georgina! Look at her tight little hole!"
Georgina stood alongside him, behind my behind. "Yum!"
He pressed the tip of his finger to my hole, which nipped it.
Georgina put her hand between my legs, stroking the back of her hand up and down the inside of my thighs.
Mr. Emory took his finger away from my ass and let go of the cheeks. They closed. He patted my bottom.
"You may stand, Rochelle!"
Georgina moved in front of me, standing with her hands on her wide hips and her legs spread, she was bigger than life.
She pinched my nipple.
"Owwww!"
"Look at you, Rochelle!" she laughed. "A little girl playing at being a woman! Why, you're so scrawny and underdeveloped, you almost look like a boy!"
"Maybe I'll use her like a little boy," Mr. Emory said, feeling my ass.
"Take a look at me, Rochelle," Georgina said, "and see what a real woman looks like, little girl!"
Really, from the way they talked, you'd have thought I was about eleven or twelve years old! I'm much older than that - by a I couple of years, anyway...
But I do have peach-sized titties and hair on I my pussy and I'm one of the best-built girls in I my grade.
It's just that .compared to Georgina, any girl I would have come off looking skinny and I underdeveloped.
She was so big, and fleshy - why, her tits looked like a pair of bowling balls hanging from her chest, and her ass was as wide as a garbage can lid! Plus she had a narrow middle, giving her a real hourglass shape.
But then, if I was really so skinny and underfed, they wouldn't have bothered with me, now would they?
"I'll show you what a real woman looks like!" Georgina said.
She took off her dress.
It was loose and baggy and brightly colored. As she took it off, its hem went up, showing me her stockinged calves, her knees, thick round nyloned thighs, the dark tops of stockings where garters were attached, wide white upper thighs, swelling hips, black lace panties stretched across her crotch, then a wild black lace corset which covered her from waist to the tits.
She pulled the dress off and put it aside, showing off her flesh. She had broad pinkish-white shoulder, thick arms, huge tits cupped in the corset, which pushed them up and put a deep cleavage in them.
I stared open-mouthed at her..
"Now, Rochelle, it's time for you to take your punishment!" Mr. Emory told me. Taking me by the arm, holding me tightly, he took me to the chair where his wife sat waiting for me...
Waiting with paddles and straps and ropes...