A Teenager’s Revenge Part 7

A TEENAGER’S REVENGE – PART 7 – MR. DELANEY ET AL

Kelly arrived at the Delaney home at 7:00, wearing her denim miniskirt and a red, spaghetti-strap top that came down just below her breasts. After the events of the day before, she was anticipating another evening of fucking with Mr. Delaney. Although apprehensive, she was looking forward to taking a cock up her ass for the first time in her life. Joe answered the door and greeted her warmly, his gaze drifting down to her top, where her nipples were showing through the thin fabric. He resisted the powerful urge to reach beneath the loose-fitting material and touch her breast, even though he knew she probably wouldn’t resist. “Hi, Kelly, come on in. How’s my favorite babysitter?”

“Hi, Mr. Delaney,” she said cheerfully, grinning at him. “Did you miss me?”

“You’ll never know how much, sweetie. Listen, a bunch of the guys are over here tonight, and we’re gonna play some poker for awhile, okay?”

“Sure, Mr. Delaney. I’ll just watch TV for awhile.” She was a little disappointed that they weren’t going to get right down to business, but tried not to show it. She settled down to watch TV as Joe walked down the stairs to the basement room he used as a rec room.

An hour or so later, Joe came back up the stairs and opened the door at the top. “Kelly, would you mind getting us some beers from the fridge? We’ve run out down here.”

“Okay, Mr. Delaney.” Kelly went to the refrigerator and dug out a half-dozen cold beer bottles, put them on a serving tray she found, and walked to the door, carefully descending the stairs and balancing the tray.

There was no poker game going on, and the poker table was off to the side. The men were sitting on couches that encircled the small room. She knew all of them. Mr. Simpson, Mr. Murdoch, Doctor Akers, Mr. Gregory, Mr. Delaney. It was obvious that they had been talking.

“Is the game over?” asked Kelly, as she served each of them a beer.

“Noo, Kelly,” said Joe. “You might say it’s only getting started.”

“What do you mean,” said Kelly, beginning to sense that something was up.

It was John Simpson that spoke next. “We’ve been talking among ourselves, Kelly, about lots of different things. And it turns out that we all have something surprising in common. Well, not surprising to you, perhaps. But it surprised us.”

Kelly searched their inscrutable faces, but learned nothing from them. “Like what?”

“Well, Kelly,” said Dave Murdoch quietly, “it turns out that we have you in common. It seems that you aren’t quite the innocent little girl many of us thought you were. Well, I might as well get it all out on the table. It turns out that all of us have fucked you. But you already know that, of course.”

Kelly’s mind raced. She had not anticipated this development, and it surprised her that they had found out about each other. But, she quickly decided, it didn’t matter. They couldn’t possibly do anything to her, or tell anyone else. Don’t panic, she thought to herself. Just go with it!

“Okay….so you know,” she said, a hint of a smile beginning to cross her lips. “What now?” Already, she thought she knew where this was leading, and the thought of it excited her.

“Why did you do it, Kelly?” asked Dave Murdoch.

Kelly gazed from one to the other, letting the silence in the room lengthen. She had already decided how she was going to respond. She would tell them the truth. Or, at least, part of the truth. “That’s easy, Mr. Murdoch. I did it because I love to fuck. Because I love dirty sex. Because I loved having all your cocks plunging into my body and filling me with all of your hot come, and I wanted more and more.” She smiled at Dave Murdoch. “Is that what you wanted to hear, Mr. Murdoch?”

They all stared at her in shock, not quite believing what they just heard her say. Joe Delaney was the first to recover himself. “Well, in that case, Kelly, maybe you wouldn’t mind putting on a little show for all of us tonight. Now that we’re all so…..well acquainted and everything. What do you say?”

Kelly looked from man to man, appearing to think it over. But her pussy was already wet with anticipation. Five men! She was going to be the center of attention in an orgy! She smiled slowly. Then she giggled. “Okay! Sure! What do you want me to do?”

“That’s my girl! How about if we get comfortable and put on some music, and you can dance for us. Maybe do a little striptease, huh?” He went to the stereo and flipped on the radio, tuned to a rock station.

Kelly began to move to the music, swinging her hips, instinctively wanting to tease these men. She ran her hands up over her breasts, squeezing them a little as her body undulated sensuously. Then she turned her back to them, bending over with her hands on her knees as her hips writhed, providing them with a glimpse of her pussy, barely concealed by her red thong. Straightening up again and turning back toward them, she slid her hand up her torso, raising her top and cupping her breast in her palm. Her face was a picture of lust, her eyes narrowed, her lips parted, glistening with her fresh lipstick. She extended her tongue-tip and slowly traced her lips with it as she danced, then raised her arms over her head, lifting her top enough so that they could see her breasts almost up to her nipples.

“Jeezus,” said John Simpson, watching the obscene exhibition. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m getting out of these clothes!” said John Simpson. He got up from the couch and began taking his clothes off, eager to free his already rigid cock from its confinement. The other men quickly followed suit, and soon all five were back on the couches, watching her as they reached down and slowly stroked their cocks.

Kelly kept her clothes on for the moment, but her dancing became more and more wild and abandoned as she provided them frequent glimpses of her pussy, her ass, and her titties. The men cheered wildly as each cut ended, and pretty soon they were shouting at her to “take it off!”

She smiled at them with her best sultry look, inspired by the sight of five big cocks, all for her.