The boys were still shaking in the other room when I dragged the ageplay girls in. They looked terrified, which only made me crave their submission more. “In here, you little sluts,” I barked, shoving the last one forward. “The boys are crude, but you? You’re going to learn the art of pleasure. And you’re going to start with each other.”
I didn’t give them a choice. I grabbed two of them by the hair, slamming their faces together. “Strip. Now. I want to see every inch of your pathetic bodies.”
As they stripped, shivering in the cold air, I paced around them like a predator. “You think you’re innocent? You’re nothing but holes waiting to be filled. Since you’re too shy to touch yourselves, you’ll touch each other.”
I shoved one girl onto her back and forced another on top of her. “Get your tongue in her pussy. Now! Lick it clean, suck the clit until she screams, or I’ll give you something to really cry about.”
I stood over them, my voice a whip. “Harder! Use your fingers! Dig into her! I want to see you dripping.” I grabbed the girl on top, pulling her hair back to expose her throat. “You’re a slut, aren’t you? A little lesbian whore for your granny.”
I forced them into a circle, a tangle of limbs and wetness. “Everyone, get touching. I want a pile of pussies and tongues. If I see one hand stop moving, the whole lot of you get the belt.”
I watched them descend into a chaotic mess of forced pleasure, their moans turning from fear to genuine lust. I stepped into the center of the pile, shoving my way in and grabbing a handful of breasts here, a clit there. “That’s it. Be the animals you are. Suck each other dry.”
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