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 THE HARD BODY CLERK'S NEW BEGINNING BY DL SLOAN

   CHAPTER SEVEN: ALL HANDS ON DECK Neither Cori nor Norm talked much about
the rings or the sexy pictures that night.  On the way home, Norm had
simply said, "That was fun" and "You were fantastic" and those words of
praise were enough for Cori.  She was pleased he had controlled the
situation in the tattoo parlor throughout, had saved her at the mall and,
even though he hadn't asked her approval of certain acts, at least hadn't
let things get out of hand - at least not by her standards.  Handjobs and
public displays had been part of Cori's daily life for a long time now.

   In her mind, Norm had earned some trust today and she felt he now had
more respect for her and was truly proud of her.  She felt good that their
relationship had taken some major strides.

   Norm also thought the relationship had taken major strides.  In his
view, Cori had totally submitted to him.  He had more control now than ever
before and, with his confidence oozing, he was determined to take it
another step further tomorrow.  That's when he'd get his precious deck. 
Cori still didn't know and didn't need to.  She'd find out soon enough, he
chuckled to himself.

   The next morning, Norm announced that, because Cori had been so good
yesterday and because she had done so much already - paying bills, cleaning
house, running errands - that he wanted her to just relax and enjoy a day
off.

   "Why don't you get some sun by the pool today?" Norm suggested.  "You
haven't really even enjoyed the San Diego weather yet."

   "Well," Cori said.  "I should do some work, but it would be nice to take
a couple hours if you're sure you don't mind."

   "Not at all," Norm said.  "I insist.  All I ask is that I select your
attire."

   "Of course," Cori said.  "I do try to keep from getting any tan lines,
though."

   "I know," Norm said.  "We'll have to choose carefully then, won't we?"

   Norm's choice was a gold sling-style suit.  She had several different
variations of this sling suit and Cori told him that the guys at the Shop
used to call them 95's.

   "Why?" Norm asked.

   `They figured they showed off at least 95 percent of my body," Cori
laughed.

   "Well, I'd say it will be more like 98," Norm said, once again impressed
by the wardrobe assembled by his fellow Cori bangers.

   The suit consisted of nothing more than a gold string about the
thickness of a typical spaghetti strap.  It went over the shoulders and
across the breasts, veering together at the crotch where it joined into one
string that went between her pussy lips and into her ass like a thong. 
From the ass, it went straight up the back, splitting in two just between
the shoulder blades.  At no point - not even over the breasts or the pussy
- did the thickness increase.  And, it was a couple sizes too small, so it
was stretched across her body, only making contact at the pussy, ass, tits
and shoulders.  Everywhere else, it was pulled taut a few inches away from
her skin.

   "Amazing," Norm said when he saw her in it.  "Absolutely amazing.  No
need to worry about tan lines with that."

   "Nope," Cori agreed.

   "Do you have any safety pins," Norm asked.

   "Sure," Cori said.  "With all the modifications the guys did to my
outfits, I was using them all the time to hold things together." Cori went
to her room and came back a moment later with a handful of safety pins.

   "Now, I just want to change one thing," Norm said.  Taking a pair of
scissors, he snipped the two strings that forked out toward her breasts
from just above her pussy and the single strand that ran below her pussy to
her ass.  Then, he trimmed about an inch off each end, making the suit that
much smaller.

   "What did you do that for?" Cori asked.  She wasn't mad, just confused.

   "You'll see.  Clip three safety pins in your clit ring and two in each
of your nipple rings," Norm directed.  Cori did as told.  She had small
safety pins and the thin wires fit easily inside the rings.  "Now, attach
the strings to the safety pins.

   "Really?" Cori asked.  "Will they reach?"

   "Oh yeah," Norm said.  "Plenty of length"

   Cori had to pull hard, feeling the thong dig into her ass, just to get
the string to reach one of the safety pins.  Nimbly, she clipped the pin
through the string, the new strain of the taut strap pulling her clit down.
When she connected the strings that went toward her breasts to the
appropriate safety pins, there were now three strings, all pulling her clit
in different directions.  Norm cut and shortened the strings below and
above her breasts as well, forcing her to attach them to the safety pins as
well.  The tug of the cords provided constant stimulation to her nipples,
forcing them to remain fully erect.

   "Hmm," Cori said, looking down at herself.  The suit was so taut that it
pulled the safety pins and rings away from her body, making her clit poke
out from it's protective hood and her nipples stick out even more
dramatically than normal.  It was incredibly tight and ridiculously
revealing, obscenely emphasizing and displaying her most private parts. 
She was more exposed this way, she realized, than she would be if she were
completely nude.

   "Now do you see why you needed those piercings?" Norm asked.  "That
looks fantastic."

   "Thank you," Cori said, moving gently to test the suit's pull on her
most sensitive areas.  She found it to be not at all painful and more than
a little exciting as her nipples and clit were being exposed and pulled at
the same time.

   "Come on, I'll help you with your suntan lotion," Norm grinned.  He
wheeled out the back door behind her, watching her ass sway too and fro the
whole time.  She was wearing matching gold heels with little straps around
the ankles.  The straps were so tiny and her skin was already so tan that
he was sure there wouldn't be a noticeable mark left.  He wanted to put one
of those collars on her, but that could wait.

   Cori settled into a lounge chair, carefully adjusting the seat so that
she could lay nearly flat on her back, her head only slightly elevated
above the rest of her body.  As she lay down, her body stretched to its
full height, she felt a firm tug on the strings running between her nipples
and her clit.  She looked down and saw her fleshy button sticking out, the
pink flesh looking engorged and raw.  "It's going to bake in this sun," she
thought, wondering what a sunburned clit would feel like.  She imagined it
wouldn't feel good.

   Cori started to put some tanning lotion on her arms, but Norm stopped
her.  "That's my job."

   "But I can reach some areas," Cori said.

   "But I want to reach ALL areas," Norm grinned.

   "OK, dirty old man," Cori teased.  "But you have to use your right hand
at least part of the time."

   "You just don't let up, do you," Norm laughed.  If complying with her
silly rehab requests allowed Cori to feel like she was maintaining some
sort of control, that was fine with Norm.  Yesterday had clearly marked a
turning point and today was going to be a complete change of pace for her.
If he manipulated her enough to believe that this was all her idea and was
her way of serving him, well so much the better.  He was going to have his
fun today one way or the other, but having her angry or hurt didn't really
appeal to him.  He just wanted her to be hot, exposed, displayed and played
with.  If she liked it - or at least didn't hate it - that was good enough
for him.

   "All right, you win," he sighed, gradually moving his right arm toward
her.  He was starting to feel quite a bit more strength in it, but he
didn't let Cori know that.  The sympathy/sense of duty angle was still a
valuable ace in the hole in making sure she not only stuck around, but
continued to satisfy his sexual desires as well.  He wanted to be in
control, but he wasn't above playing the feeble old man routine again if
this attempt failed.  To borrow a phrase, he was quickly learning that
there was more than one way to this Kitten's skin.

   Drawn in by that golden skin, so soft, pure and warm, Norm forgot about
his psychological analysis of the situation and gave in to the pleasure of
rubbing his hands on his step-daughter's perfect body.  He started with the
arms.  In all the excitement over her tits, ass, pussy and legs, it was
easy to overlook the other stunning parts of her, but he took note now of
her long, slender yet toned arms.  She had long, delicate fingers which he
already knew were quite adept at stroking a cock.

   He admired her slender neck, lean, model-pretty face and soft blonde
hair.  Her pretty red lips were so kissable - and fuckable.  He spent
several minutes covering and re-covering her tits, using his right hand to
lift or move the spaghetti straps while his left hand rubbed down her
breasts like a baker making up loaves of bread.  He kneaded and caressed
and rubbed until they were slick with lotion, glistening in the sun.  Had
the ring/safety pin combo not held the straps in place, the top of the suit
surely would have slid right off her slippery breasts.

   He would have been reluctant to move on, but her flat stomach was next
and he enjoyed the feel of that soft skin wrapped around firm abs that were
just barely outlined - not too defined, but enough to show just how fit she
was.  He imagined if he had full control of his hands that he could wrap
them around that narrow little waist and have his fingers touch.  He
couldn't really, of course, but it sure looked like it.  He flicked her
gold naval piercing playfully, then moved on.

   He looked up and saw that Cori had her eyes closed.  She was awake,
however, enjoying the slow, sensual massage.  All sex and sex toy talk
aside, Norm knew she really had earned some relaxation.  She had been so
good - so VERY good - since she got here.  It had only been a few days and
already he didn't know what he'd do without her.  Well, let her relax now.
If things went as planned, she would be very busy this afternoon.

   He ran his left hand over the bare skin at the top of her pubic mound,
slowly delving down into the small patch of thick blonde bush.  He casually
applied lotion to her inner thighs with his right hand while his left hand
had the pleasure of coating her clit and pussy lips.  He studied her
exposed clit closely, noting the way the ring pierced the pink, puffy flesh
and how it was pulled taut by the straps going in three different
directions.  He thought of it as a raw, exposed nerve, touching it gently,
rubbing lotion on it, watching her squirm, knowing that just this slight
touch was bringing unbearable pleasure to her.

   Cori parted her legs just a little wider, making sure Norm had access to
her clit and pussy, which he meticulously covered in lotion.  They remained
silent, except for an occasional "damn you're hot" grunt of appreciation
from Norm or "that feels so good" moan from Cori, both lost in their own
thoughts, enjoying this most intimate and sensual routine.

   Norm stroked her sleek thighs, working his way down to her slender
ankles.  He undid the straps on her ankles and slid her shoes off long
enough to rub her feet, taking note of her long toes before putting her
heels back on, wrapping the straps back around her ankles.

   `Turn over," he said softly, not wanting to break the mood.  He lowered
the chair back and Cori slowly, carefully rolled over, trying not to put
too much additional strain on the strings pulling at her body.  Pressing
her breasts against the chair back gave them a little slack and she
actually found laying on her stomach more comfortable.

   Norm was instantly drawn to the sight of the string emerging from her
ass, elevated from her body by several inches before it made contact again
just below her neck.  He plucked it and chuckled when the taut string
actually made a light sound.  He knew that had to send vibrations through
her clit and nipples and her squirming told him it probably felt good.  He
plucked it a couple more times, musing that he needed just five more girls
to have his own six-string.

   He gave up the concert for the time being and focused once more on
coating her body in glistening lotion, starting with the backs of her legs
and moving up, giving extra attention to that ass that jutted out so nice
and round, a firm base that served so many purposes - supporting those long
legs, counter-balancing those big tits and framing her delectable fuck
holes.  Her ass cheeks were tan, smooth and perfectly shaped thanks to long
hours of exercise and great genes; Norm remembered that her mom had an
excellent ass as well.

   He rubbed the small of her back and between her shoulder blades, the
back of her neck and the backs of her arms.  If he had been able, he wasn't
sure he wouldn't have mounted her from behind right then and there for she
was perfectly positioned for a good reaming, but he was liable to break
something just getting out of the chair.  When he got better, he told
himself, no positions would be off limits.

   "There, you're all set," Norm said.

   "Mmm, that was great," Cori said, rolling back over onto her back,
adjusting the chair back so that she was sitting up slightly.  "I feel so
relaxed now.  You have great hands."

   "Yeah, your hands are what I like about you too," Norm chuckled, lightly
tapping her breasts.  "I'd look at them all the time if you didn't have all
this other stuff to look at."

   Cori just laughed.  She was relaxed, giggly and feeling good.  Just what
Norm wanted.  "How about I fix you a drink?" Norm offered.  "Do you like
piña coladas?"

   "Mmm-hmm," Cori said.

   "Coming right up." Norm wheeled back into the house and looked at her
through the glass in the back door.  He looked around the yard, not sure
whether to curse or be thankful for his privacy fence right now.  As nice
as the privacy was, how fun it would be for her to be on display for the
whole neighborhood.  There weren't a lot of two story homes in the
neighborhood, either, but the lucky few would see a great show if they
happened to look out their window.

   Speaking of the show, this was the key to the whole thing.  He mixed up
her drink and added two - twice the recommended dosage - of the powerful,
prescription sleeping pills.  From experience, he knew just one would knock
you out for a while.  He figured two wouldn't be dangerous but would have
her out for at least 5 or 6 hours.  She would have to be out cold, too,
because otherwise she'd never be able to sleep through what he had in mind.
Oh, if this worked, things would be different when she woke up.  Her
reaction wouldn't change the outcome of today's events, but it would
determine his next move in their relationship.

   Norm rejoined her and they sipped their drinks slowly.  An hour later,
she was sound asleep.  "Better make sure," Norm said, glancing at his watch
and seeing that his guests should be arriving in about 20 minutes.

   Norm carefully slid his hand under the spaghetti strap and squeezed her
breast.  Nothing.  He pinched her nipple.  Nothing.  Harder.  Still
nothing. He twisted and pulled it using the strings attached to the nipple
ring.  No movement from his sleeping beauty.

   He put his hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy.  He plucked the
strings holding her clit, watching the little bud vibrate back and forth
like a little hummingbird's wings.  He put one, then, two, then four
fingers inside her, then finger-banged her hard for 15 seconds.  She never
stirred, though he was quite happy to find that her pussy certainly wasn't
asleep on the job.  It was as hot and wet and welcoming as ever.  Yes, this
was working out perfectly.

   He wheeled into the house and came back moments later with the final
pieces for his display.  He had a set of five small gold chains.  They were
thin - about the thickness of a women's necklace - and meant to be
decorative rather than binding.  But they would also be symbolic.  Norm
didn't quite understand why he wanted them on her, but he did.  He guessed
it was to demonstrate to others his control and her willingness to be bound
and naked for him if that's what he wanted.  So, he attached one to the
ankle strap of each stiletto, snapping the other ends to the legs on the
chair.  He did the same with her wrists, wrapping the gold chains around
them loosely and attaching them to the arms on the chair.  Finally, he
placed the choker that said "Cum Slut" on her slender neck and attached one
end of the extra long fifth and final chain to it and ran the chain through
the slats in the chair back, bringing it up between her legs and attaching
it to the safety pin below her clit, which was now the central connector
piece for three spaghetti straps and a metal chain.

   In each case, there was ample slack in the chains that Cori would have
free range of motion.  She would be able to sit up or even stand if she
wanted.  Norm had no desire to put her in pain or restrict her movements.
These chains implied bondage more than actually supplying it.  Image, in
this case, was everything.

   He checked the time and saw that he had about five more minutes.  He
took his digital camera and took about a dozen photos of Cori, getting
tight shots of the rings protruding from her breasts and pussy as well as
nice shots of his gorgeous step-daughter, tanning, nearly nude, her body
all slick and glistening and tan in the warm sun.  Yes, he could get used
to looking at this scenery every day while sitting on his deck.

   He just started back into the house when he the doorbell rang.  He
wheeled as quickly as he could to the door and opened it.  The man at the
doorway was tall with peppery gray hair that somehow didn't make him look
old.  Maybe that was because he looked like a younger man otherwise - steel
gray eyes, tanned, taut skin with a shadow of beard, tall and lean but
muscular.  He looked every bit like the ex-Army sergeant he was.  His name
was Crisp.  Norm wasn't sure if that was a first name or last name - it was
the only name by which he had ever heard him referred to.

   Norm didn't really know him.  He had met him once at the restaurant. 
Crisp, who was actually 40 years old, was a friend of one of the regulars
at the truck stop, which is how Norm had known to call him.  After retiring
from the Army, Crisp had started a deck and fencing company a few years ago
and his company was renowned for its quality service and fine
craftsmanship. True to his military background, Crisp ran a tight ship and
his workers knew very well that to be late for an appointment, lazy on the
job or shoddy in their work was unacceptable.  For that reason, he kept his
workforce small and was hands-on in the daily projects.  They were more
expensive than many of the other contractors, but much more highly
regarded.

   But one thing Norm knew about Crisp was that, as rigid and organized in
his professional life as he was, he was completely the opposite on his own
time.  Ed, Crisp's buddy who was a regular at the truck stop, often told
stories about he and Crisp and his work crew hitting the strip clubs after
work.  They would stay there for hours, Crisp buying drinks and lap dances
for everyone before invariably leaving with one of the hotter pole dancers.
Apparently, he had two or three favorites at each club and they just
rotated from one night to the next.  Crisp's parties were also legendary.
He'd hire a dozen or more call girls or strippers and pay them well enough
that they stayed all night, servicing and entertaining Crisp and his men on
demand.

   It was this kernel of information that sparked Norm's idea.  He wanted
to show Cori off.  He wanted a new deck.  When he told Crisp about his
step-daughter and made his proposal, Crisp had been skeptical.  Despite his
love and appreciation for good pussy, he wasn't one to mix business with
pleasure and he wasn't one to do jobs for free.  Still, his imagination had
been piqued by Norm's idea and he decided it was worth a shot.

   "Hey Norm," Crisp said, extending his hand.  Norm shrugged, indicating
he couldn't use his right hand but extended his left.  He thought Crisp
probably let up, but it still felt like his hand was being crushed by the
powerful man.  "Good to see you again.  Ed told me about your stroke.  You
doin' all right?"

   "Yeah, getting better every day," Norm smiled.  "Cori's really helping
me."

   "So, where is she?" Crisp said, ready to get down to business.  "She
better be as hot as you said or you'll be paying.  I'll give you a
discount, but free means more than good-looking or cute.  She better be
fucking hot.  I'm talking model pretty with a world-class body."

   "She's all that and more," Norm said confidently.  He motioned for Crisp
and his men to come in.  As Crisp had indicated on the phone, he had five
men with him.  Like Crisp, they were all dressed in light gray t-shirts
with the "Crisp Crew" logo on the chest and their names embroidered
underneath, tan work pants and work boots.  Their shirts were all tucked
in, their clothes clean and wrinkle free.  Crisp certainly ran his unit
with military precision, Norm thought.

   Crisp introduced the guys, all by last name.  Benson was the oldest of
the group at 55.  He was a balding man, a burly former construction worker
with hairy arms, a barrel chest, deep voice and commanding presence.  It
was obvious that he was the unofficial right-hand man and a guy who would
make the others toe the line as quickly as Crisp would.

   Cruz was in his mid-20s, a Latino with a determined face and chiseled
body.  All of Crisp's men were in great shape, but Cruz was the most
impressive, his body rippling under his t-shirt.

   Waters was a tall, slender black man in his 30s.  He had powerful legs
and narrow waist that suggested a track background.  Cho was Asian, average
height and build, in his 40s though he looked much younger.  He had a wiry
yet muscular body.

   Finally, Sanders was the youngest of the group at just 22.  He was a 6-4
black man built like a tree trunk.  He had been a fullback on his college
football, having just recently graduated.

   Glancing at the group, Norm wondered if he had overplayed his hand. 
Cori was hot, yes, but these guys were used to hot women.  They had the
looks and - backed by Crisp's generous spending - resources to bed almost
any woman they wanted.  Was Cori special enough for these guys, or would
they think she was just another babe?  He turned to lead them to the back
door, saw his nearly nude, slumbering step-daughter through the window and
erased all doubts.  She was a vision of pure beauty and sex.  No man would
find her ordinary.

   He led them to the door and escorted them onto the small patio that
would soon be replaced by his deck.  The men fanned out, surrounding Cori,
taking in the sight.

   "What do you think?" Norm asked, grinning.  "Will she do?"

   Crisp showed no emotion, but studied the faces of his men, eyebrows
raised, looking for their non-verbal answers.  His visual survey told him
what he expected, "She'll do," Crisp said.  "But let me ask you, why do you
want to share her?"

   "Well," Norm said, "I like to show her off, you know, let other guys
look but not touch..."

   "We're going to touch, though, right?" Crisp interjected.  "That's the
deal."

   "Oh, right," Norm said, shaking his head.  "Yes, that's the deal.  I'm
willing to let you guys have, um, access to her in exchange for the deck."

   "And she's OK with it?" Crisp frowned, noting her obvious drugged state
and bondage.

   "Yep," Norm said, launching into the partially accurate story he had
prepared, knowing his motives would be challenged by not only Crisp, but
Cori as well.  "Well, she will be.  See, Cori moved her just a few days ago
to help me after my stroke.  As you can see, she's a very healthy, very
sexual young woman.  She has needs.  I do my best to serve them - every
chance I get!  But back in Georgia, she actually had four boyfriends who
liked her so much, they actually were willing to share her with each other.

   "So, she had four cocks - all younger than mine, and larger, too,
probably - servicing her every day.  Even when I was younger I couldn't
compete with that, though I would love to have tried.  Anyway, you guys are
sort of a present to her."

   Norm noticed the guys nodding as they studied her and listened to him,
realizing that they were going to get to fuck this babe.

   "Then why the drugs and bondage?" Crisp pressed.

   "You're a surprise," Norm said.  "See, regardless of what you might
think of a girl with four boyfriends who also fucks her step-dad, she's not
a whore.  She's just a very giving girl who thinks it's her life mission to
please men.  Given the body she has, I can't argue with her.  She's made
for pleasure.

   "Anyway, even if she was horny and frustrated that I couldn't fill her
needs, she would never complain, never go seek the company of someone else.
She would find you guys attractive, but out of respect for me, she wouldn't
take action.  So, I'm putting her in a spot where the action will already
be started before she wakes up.  I'm willing to bet she'll be so pleased
with the deck and so ready to fuck - though she might not admit it - that
she'll be anxious to pay you back."

   "And won't she bad mad at you?"

   "Not if you guys give her the fucking I think you will," Norm said. 
"She cums hard, man, and over and over again.  You get her off a few times
and she'll be thanking me.  And let me tell you, no one thanks you like
Cori."

   "You still haven't explained the bonds," Crisp said.

   "Well, you'll note they're not tight at all," Norm said.  "They're not
intended to restrict her, just to keep her from running off when she wakes
up before I have a chance to explain.  Once she sees the whole picture,
Cori is a very understanding and accommodating girl."

   "All right," Crisp said, apparently satisfied with his answers.  Norm
noticed that Crisp had done all the talking for his men thus far.  "What
are the parameters again?"

   "Right now, while you're working, Cori will be out here, on display. 
She's sort of intended to be motivation and inspiration," Norm said. 
"Consider this the appetizer.  You can touch her, take pictures, whatever,
but the main course comes after you're done.  Assuming I'm satisfied with
your work, we'll have a cookout for you.  Cori will serve and entertain. 
Then, four men will receive personal lap dances that, I assure you, will
not leave you disappointed.

   "Then, two lucky guys will get the honor of an extended fuck session. 
Crisp will be one," Norm explained to the group, sharing the outline he had
given Crisp over the phone, "and one of you will be the other.  That will
be determined by draw.  In order to be in the drawing, you have to work
hard, to the satisfaction of Mr.  Crisp.  If he deems your effort worthy,
you'll be in the drawing.  Given your reputations, I expect all of you to
qualify.  Mr.  Crisp and the winner will have one hour with Cori to do
whatever they wish.  The only stipulation is that I be allowed to watch."

   "Sound good, gentlemen?" Crisp asked.  They all nodded.

   "Oh, just one more thing," Norm said.  "Just don't hurt her.  No hitting
or slapping unless you want to give her ass a little smack or something. 
No spitting on her or pulling her hair or anything like that.  And you can
talk dirty to her -- she likes it - but take it easy on the name-calling,
please.  It might sound weird, but the more respect you show her, the more
she'll pay you back as a hot little cum slut, just like her collar says."

   "Fair enough," Crisp said.  "I assure you, if anyone steps out of line,
they'll have to answer to me.  They won't be in the drawing and they won't
have a job."

   "That's good enough for me," Norm said.  "She should be out for the next
several hours."

   "All right, gentlemen," Crisp said, "Let's get to work."

   The guys threw open the fence gate and carefully picked up Cori's chair
and moved her over by the edge of the pool.  Four went to work tearing up
the old patio while the other two started hauling in the wood and tools to
assemble the deck.  Norm was impressed with how efficient they were.  They
moved in precision, like a well-drilled team, with little wasted effort. 
They were clearly pros at their jobs and took very seriously what many
might think of as a ho-hum manual labor job.  Still, they were human, and
stole more than one glance over at their prize.

   Norm himself watched her as much as the guys.  Her long legs, tan skin
and glistening, hard body never got tired on the eyes.  Not until the old
patio was broken up and hauled away and the frame was in place for the new
deck did they take a break.  They had coolers filled with beer and water
and each took a beer, giving one to Norm as well, as they all sat down on
the edge of the pool and in the grass next to Cori, who still was totally
unconscious.

   "Well, hell," Crisp said, taking a swig of his beer, then setting it
aside.  "Let's see what Miss Cum Slut has to offer." He kneeled next to the
chair and ran his hands up her smooth sides, up to her breasts, cupping
them.  "Mmm.  Real," he nodded.  "Don't usually see them this firm when
they're real.  Nice size too." His review of her body was almost
analytical. "Nice body.  Hard.  She works out, I can tell.  Let's see what
we have down here." His hand dipped between her thighs, rubbing over her
pussy lips.  He spread the outer labia and ran his fingers along the moist
crease.  "Excellent," he said, and Norm guessed it was a word the man
didn't toss around lightly.  "She always this hot and wet?"

   "All the time," Norm nodded.  "And her nipples are always hard, even
when she doesn't have the rings in.  I'm telling you, she's ready to go 24
hours a day.  I would love to, but I just can't keep up."

   "That's a good problem to have," Benson spoke, leaning forward to feel
Cori's tits.  "What are these, C cup?"

   "Yeah," Norm said.

   "Really nice," Benson nodded, tweaking one of her erect nipples.  "Don't
get me wrong, I got nothing against a good set of fake tits, but too many
women get them too damn big.  Give me a nice firm, natural set like these
any day."

   "Hah," Waters laughed.  "You say that, but you were the first one to
stick your head between that stripper's E cups the other night."

   "Well, these are a helluva lot better than those floppy things.  Feel
for yourself," Benson said, handing the boobs over to the black man.

   Soon, all of the guys were feeling Cori up, exploring her tits and
pussy, admiring her well-toned and beautifully displayed body.  These pussy
connoisseurs were duly impressed.  "I love the rings, man," Sanders, the
youngest of the crew, said.

   "Just had them put in yesterday," Norm said.  "Special treat for you
all."

   "Nice touch," Sanders said.  He flicked the dual strings leading from
her pussy to her tits, watching her nipples and clit vibrate in unison as
he strummed her cords.

   "Play it, Hendrix," Cho chirped.

   "Before you get back to work," Norm interjected, "she probably should be
flipped over to get some sun on her ass.  Would you guys mind doing that
for me?"

   They unclipped the chains on her ankles and feet to keep them from
tangling.  Even though one of the guys could have lifted the light Cori all
by himself, they were all eager to have their hands on her, four guys
grabbing her legs and arms while the other two helped keep the chains and
chair straight.  They laid her down gently, all eyes immediately drawn to
her high, rounded, firm ass, split so nicely by the spaghetti strap.

   "She doesn't look too comfortable like this," Crisp said, gently
squeezing one ass cheek while Benson grabbed the other.  "Her damn tits are
getting squished.  How about we prop her up a bit?  It will get some more
sun on her ass and inside her thighs, too."

   Norm nodded his agreement.  A cardboard box filled with Styrofoam served
as a perfect support.  They placed it under Cori's belly, letting her head
and tits hang over one end while her ass was prominently sticking in the
air and her long legs stretched behind her on the chair.  They clipped the
chains on her wrists to the front of the chair.

   "Her cunt needs some sun," Crisp said, motioning his men to spread her
legs.  They did, pulling them apart as far as they could off the sides of
the chair.  They wrapped one end of the chain around a ladder rung in the
pool and the other around one of the deck posts.

   "Yeah, that will get some sun up in there," Crisp said, rubbing her
exposed pussy.  He rubbed his cock through his trousers.  "You put any
tanning lotion on her recently?"

   "No," Norm said.  "Be my guest." He offered a bottle of lotion to Crisp,
but the big man just grinned and pulled out his cock.

   "I carry my own brand," Crisp said.  He mounted the back of the chair
and put his cock between Cori's ass cheeks, wrapping her flesh around his
cock like a hot dog in a bun.  Crisp's cock was a little larger than
average, around 7 inches, but Norm was most impressed by the man's steely
hardness.  It was as rigid as a metal rod and Norm half expected the man to
whip it out and start hammering nails with it later.

   "Mind if I get a little preview," Crisp asked, showing Norm the proper
respect.

   "Not at all," Norm smile.  "I think you've earned it.  I recommend just
a quick sample, though.  Save some for later."

   "Thanks," Crisp grunted.  He unclipped the bottom string connected to
her clit and pressed his hard cock head against her pussy lips.  As they
always did, they yielded happily to the pressure of a hard cock, sucking it
into her willing pussy which, operating with a mind of its own, didn't seem
to care if Cori was conscious or not.  Crisp drove his rod straight into
her pussy until he was balls deep.  He stopped then, enjoying the feel of
her tight cunt around his shaft.  "That's some prime pussy, all right," he
nodded, giving her ass a gentle slap.  He thrust in an out hard and fast
half a dozen times, then pulled out and poked his wet cock up her ass. 
Though it was obviously tighter and less lubricated than her pussy, he took
no longer to bury himself inside her.  Had she been awake, the violent
thrust probably would have hurt, but in her unconscious state, there was no
pain.  Norm wondered if she'd be able to tell that she had been penetrated
when she woke up.

   Crisp test drove her ass for about 30 seconds, then pulled out and got
off the chair before he overstepped his bounds any further.  Kneeling
alongside the chair, he reconnected the back of the thong to her clit and
stuck his cock under the thong emerging from her ass, stabbing upward and
pulling it even more taut.  Norm thought he might rip the thing, but Crisp
relented, shifting sideways and jabbing at the side of her breast with this
thick rod.  He thrust several times, stabbing at her tits, knocking one
against the other, making them sway back and forth like two giant
pendulums.

   "These things are heavy," he said, exaggerating his thrusts to let them
know how hard it was to move Cori's heavy, firm tits using only his cock.

   He moved around to front, pulling her head up to waist level and rubbing
his cock over her cheeks and lips, then wrapping it in her golden hair. 
"Soon enough, babe, you'll be gagging on this big thing."

   Norm looked around and noted that all of the other guys were stroking
their cocks now too.  Sanders seemed to have the largest - a 10-incher that
looked like a cop's night stick.  Norm joined the crowd, stroking himself
as well.  He kept stroking as he watched Crisp walk back around behind his
step-daughter, putting three fingers in her pussy while stroking his cock
with the other hand.  Seconds later, Crisp fired several blasts of thick,
white cum all over her ass, thoroughly dousing her left cheek and covering
nearly half of her right.

   "Missed a spot," Benson said as Crisp stepped aside.  Benson too rubbed
his cock against her ass, then dipped it into her pussy for a few hard
strokes before dumping his load on Cori's right ass cheek.  Cho fucked her
pussy hard for a full minute before Crisp told him to stop.  He pulled our
reluctantly and fired his load right at her pussy, coating her exposed
clit, cum dripping from her gold ring.  Waters, Sanders and Cruz each took
their turns as well, sampling her pussy and then firing their loads on her
back and legs.  Norm decided a second coat on her ass was necessary,
splattering his load across both cheeks.

   When they were all done, Cruz stepped forward with a trowel you would
normally use to smooth concrete and proceed to gently spread the cum all
over Cori's back, ass and legs.

   "Drink lots of water and work on building up another load, gentlemen,"
Crisp said.  "She'll need some more on her front this afternoon.  It will
take a lot of jizz to cover those tits."

   The men went back to work, occasionally looking over at Cori's hanging
tits and obscenely spread ass.  "Hey Norm," Crisp yelled.  "Got any dildos?
Her cunt looks hungry."

   "It's always hungry," Norm smiled.  He went inside and found some toys
in Cori's stash.  "Her ass is hungry, too," he said.  He slid a pink butt
plug into her ass and drilled a 10-inch flesh-colored dildo into her pussy.
"Want this too?" he asked.  He held up a red ball gag.  Crisp gave him a
thumbs up and Norm slid the strap around Cori's head, parting her lips and
inserting the ball.

   Now, bound in a doggy style position with dildos and plugs in her holes,
a ball gag in her mouth, chains on her legs and wrists, rings in her clit
and nipples and giant white globs of white cum shimmering all over her back
and dripping from her pussy, Norm knew this was worthy of some photos.  He
took pictures from various angles, getting close ups of the cum on her ass
and even caught a glob hanging from her clit ring just before it dropped
onto the chair.  "I'll have copies of a disk made for all you," Norm said.
"Just please don't put them all over the Internet.  I like showing her off,
but only when I'm there to see it."

   Norm went inside to order some food from one of the local sub shops and
when he came back out, he noticed Cho was next to Cori, tape measure in
hand.

   "What's going on?" Norm asked, not the least bit concerned that Cho was
doing anything inappropriate.

   "Just taking a few measurements," Cho said.  "If you don't mind, Crisp
gave me approval to work on a couple special projects for you."

   "Sure," Norm said.  "What did you have in mind?"

   "Well, I think we all like the way she's displayed there and I figured
with this deck, you might like her that way more often.  So, I was going to
build you a permanent display stand.  You'll be able to bend her over it
any time and I'm going to put two small posts out to the side that you can
use to spread her legs if you want.  We can put a pad on it to make it more
comfortable for her if you want her that way for long periods of time."

   "Sounds great!" Norm said, delighted at the thought of custom-built
Cori-display stands.

   "And, you may know that we have some experience with strip clubs," Cho
said.  "Well, one of the owners is a good friend of ours and he's hooking
us up with his supplier of stripper poles.  They're going to deliver two
and we'll install one out here between your awning and the deck and another
in your bedroom."

   "That's super!" Norm said.  These guys were thinking of things he never
dreamed of.  Obviously, they felt they were getting their money's worth out
of the deal, going above and beyond like this.  His instincts had been
right - Cori was that special.

   A while later, they broke for lunch.  Cruz sat with his legs under
Cori's chair and used her ass as a table, eating his sandwich with one hand
and rubbing her pussy with the other.  "Man, she's a juicy little thing,"
Cruz said.  "Did you lube her up?" he asked Norm.

   "No," Norm said.  "That's all-natural pussy cream.  Tastes great, too."

   "Really?" Cruz said.  "I usually like to let the bitches do the eating,
if you know what I'm saying.  But if you say so, let's see." He tore off
piece of bread from his sandwich and dipped it between her pussy lips,
letting the bread soak up her juices.  Then he popped it in his mouth. 
"Mmm," he nodded.  "That's fucking sweet!  Tastes like candy.  I've never
tasted a pussy that good before."

   "What the fuck are you talking about?" Waters said.  "You never eat
pussy anyway.  Now me, I love to chew on a good snatch.  Gets them so
fucking hot, they fuck you twice as good.  Let me be the judge of how this
bitch tastes."

   Waters knelt behind her and licked up and down her slit with his long
tongue.  When he didn't come up for air for about a minute, everyone knew
what his review would be.  "As good as I've ever tasted," he confirmed,
licking his lips.  "She's as sweet as she is juicy."

   "Well, all I know is her ass is baked," Crisp said, "and I want to
squeeze out another wad.  So let's flip her over and play with those tits
for a while."

   Moments later, Cori was back on her back, flat against the chair, her
big breasts standing magnificently atop her chest.  "Titty-fucking's OK,
right," Crisp asked Norm.

   "Sure thing," Norm said.

   "All right fellas," Crisp said.  "We don't have time to stand around and
gawk.  We'll take turns.  You guys get back to work.  When I'm done, one of
you gets next shot.  Let's cover her good, fellas.  This sun is hot today."

   Crisp sat on her stomach and wrapped her tits around his cock.  He poked
his rigid throbber forward, pushing through the smooth flesh, his cock
sliding easily over her silky, lotion-covered skin.  He removed the ball
gag and put his hand on top of her head and tilted it down, aiming his cock
at her mouth.  He pushed just far enough to part her lips and have them
wrap around his cock head with every thrust until finally he spurted a load
equal in size to his first, splattering her forehead, nose and right cheek.

   "Part of her face is done," Crisp said, zipping his pants and going back
to work.  "Finish it off, Cruz."

   Cruz took his place on Cori, also titty-fucking her, playing with her
nipples and pulling on the rings until he coated the rest of her face as
well as her neck.  "Next!" he called.

   The others followed, drenching her flat tummy, pussy mound, thighs and
even her feet.  Out of respect for the next guy, they all avoided her tits.
Just in time, a delivery guy showed up with the stripper poles.

   "Hey, wanna jack off?" Cho asked him, leading him into the back and
showing him Cori's cum-covered body.  "She needs some on her tits to keep
from getting a sunburn."

   "Really?" the guy asked.  He was just a kid, probably still in high
school or doing a summer college job.

   "Really," Cho said.

   "Fuck yeah, I'll do it." He straddled the chair and jerked on his cock,
just the sight of Cori's amazing body enough to make the chubby youngster
hard.  When Cho told him he could touch her if he wanted, the kid started
jizzing just at the thought of it, spraying a sizable load across her
knockers.

   "Thanks," Cho said, signing the delivery form, "she needed that."

   Norm wanted to add his own load, but even with all the excitement, he
wasn't up to it.  Nonetheless, she was well-covered, globs of cum hanging
from her nipples, the straps running from her tits to her pussy and even
off the ends of her toes.  The cum, mixed with the oily suntan lotion made
for a thick, glossy slick coating all over Cori's body.  The "Cum Slut"
sign around her neck couldn't have been more accurate.

   About an hour later, Cori started to stir.  It was a little earlier than
Norm expected, but he had only been guessing anyway.  Besides, he was
anxious for her to wake up and start interacting with these guys.  As fun
as it was to see her immobile and unconscious, nothing compared to seeing
Cori in motion.

   "Guys!" Norm yelled, holding up his hand to get their attention.  They
put down their tools and looked over at Cori, seeing her arms moving a
little, her head turning from one side to the other.  Their plaything was
waking up.  They all circled around her and Norm wheeled up next to her.

   "Good morning, Kitten," he said softly into her ear.  "Did you have a
good cat nap?"

   Cori tried to open her eyes, but something seemed to be holding them
shut.  She heard some chuckling and assumed it was Norm, but then she
realized there was more than one voice, coming from more than one
direction. She was disoriented and sluggish and felt like she had been
asleep for days.  Slowly, her mind cleared, but still she couldn't open her
eyes.  She went to rub them with her hands, but something restrained them
just inches from her face.  Starting to panic now, she started to move her
legs and tried to sit up, but soon felt the restraints holding her back.

   Vaguely, she was aware of an odd feeling on her skin.  The oil was
there, yes, but it felt thick and heavy in spots.  Weird.  What was going
on?

   "What...?" she started to ask, in a high-pitched voice that demonstrated
her growing anxiety.

   "Easy, Kitten," Norm said, nodding toward the guys to keep quiet. 
"You're fine.  Just be quiet and still for a minute and let me explain. 
You've been so good to me, I wanted to get you a gift.  I know you miss
your friends in Georgia and that I can't satisfy all your needs, so I
brought in some guys you might like.

   "They are already here and are building a beautiful deck for us.  When
they're done, we're going to thank them with a nice cookout."

   "Where are they?" Cori asked, her voice even but firm.  She considered
herself a good sport, but she felt completely out of control and
blindsided. "Have they seen me like this?  Why am I tied to the chair?"

   "I gave you a sleeping pill," Norm said calmly.  "I wanted to help you
relax.  I guess it worked too well and you really fell asleep hard. 
Anyway, I was afraid you'd be scared by the guys when you woke up and would
run away, so I put these chains on you to keep you from hurting yourself.
As you can tell, they're not too tight.  I didn't want to hurt you.

   "The guys are all here and they're looking at you right now," Norm
continued.  "They were kind enough to help me put some very strong
sunscreen on you and have been perfect gentlemen, I assure you."

   "Why can't I open my eyes," Cori demanded.

   She heard laughter from the men, who no longer tried to quiet themselves
since Norm had let the cat out of the bag.  "Well," Norm couldn't keep from
chuckling himself, "some of that special sunscreen seems to have plastered
your eyes shut.  Here, I'll undo your wrists and you can wipe it off."

   "It's edible, too!" Cruz chimed in, getting a big laugh.

   Her arms free, Cori wiped away the sticky goo from her right eye looked
at it, blinking slowly as her eyes adjusted to the light.  "Recognize
that?" Sanders asked.  "I think you've seen it before."

   Indeed she had.  Cori realized it was cum.  A big, thick white glob of
it.  Norm had let them cum on her while she was asleep?  What was going on
here?  What else had they done to her?

   "Go ahead and eat it," Norm said.  "Like he said, it's edible."

   Cori had no clothes to wipe it on and she just wanted to get rid of it,
clear her other eye and get out of this chair.  So, figuring the fastest
way to get rid of it was indeed to lick it off, she stuck her finger in her
mouth, instantly recognizing the taste of salty cum.

   "I think that was mine," Benson said proudly as the guys all watched her
swallow the cum.

   "The other one's definitely mine," Crisp said, his authoritative voice
commanding attention.  "Go ahead, Cori, eat my cum off your other eye too."

   Cori complied, filling her mouth with two fingerfuls of Crisp's cum,
swallowing it quickly.  With her vision finally cleared, Cori looked up at
the men surrounding her, feeling naked, vulnerable, used and ... very
impressed.  Wow, Norm had gone all out to bring in some very attractive
men. She didn't appreciate his methods, but she had to admit that her pussy
could use a good drilling from one of these guys.  But all six?  What was
Norm thinking?

   "Hi guys," Cori said, smiling at them.  She looked at her body and saw
the tell-tale white globs all over it and understood what had happened. 
"Uh, thanks, I guess, for the sunscreen."

   "You're very welcome, Cori," Crisp said, stepping forward and
introducing himself and his men.  "It was our honor and duty to help a
damsel in distress."

   "Thanks," Cori said.  "Oh, this deck looks amazing!"

   "Glad you like it," Crisp said again.  The guys were undoing Cori's
chains, helping her to her feet to get a better look at their work.  "We've
been assured that you would show us your appreciation for our hard work."

   Cori glanced at Norm, who just smiled at her, and she began to see his
game.  He was trying to repay her by giving her a deck and, bless his
heart, he didn't feel he could satisfy her needs so he was offering her
what amounted to a stud service.  She was very impressed by his generosity
and caring.  Most men would have wanted to keep her to themselves, but not
good ol' Norm.  He wanted her to be happy and figured some good hard cocks
might do the trick.  Well, she hardly needed six cocks, but who was she to
look a gift horse in the mouth?  Especially a well-hung one?  If he was
willing to do so much for her, the least she could do was play along and
appreciate the gift.  It would hurt his feelings if she did otherwise.

   "Of course I will," Cori grinned, giving a fake innocent pout and
putting her finger to her lips.  "Whatever did you boys have in mind?"

   "I think from the cum all over your body you have a pretty good idea
what's on our minds," Crisp said.  "The question is, my dear, can you
handle it?"

   "Um, well, I don't know, but I'll try," Cori said.  "What exactly do I
have to do?"

   "Well, you're going to serve and entertain us during dinner," Norm said,
nodding toward the stripper pole.  "Then, you're giving private,
full-service lap dances to four of these guys.  I'm sure you know what I
mean by full service." Cori nodded.  "Then, Crisp and one of the other guys
get one hour to do whatever they want with you while we all watch."

   "Wow," Cori said.  "Good thing I got so much sleep!  So, who's the other
guy besides Crisp?"

   "Any ideas yet?" Norm asked Crisp.

   "They've all worked hard and qualify," Crisp said, "but instead of a
drawing, I had something else in mind.  How about a little marksmanship
competition?"

   "Whatever you want is fine with me," Norm said.  "But I hope you're not
talking about guns."

   "No guns, but these weapons are cocked," Crisp said, grabbing his crotch
and chuckling.  "We assign different point values to parts of her body -
anything on the face, including hair, is 5 points, tits, pussy and ass are
three and everywhere else is 1.  Each different glob or puddle of cum is
counting separately.  If he hits her twice in the same spot and it all runs
together, it only counts as one.  So, they have to spray it around to get
maximum point value."

   "Won't everyone just aim for the face and have the same score?" Norm
asked.

   "I doubt it," Crisp said, "because they're going to be four feet away
from her.  They should be able to hit her with at least their first couple
shots, but aim and accuracy will be tough, especially with this little bit
of breeze we have here.  The guy who can cum the most with the longest
reach and greatest accuracy will win."

   "I like it," Norm said.  "Any questions, Cori?"

   "No sir," Cori said.  "Just tell me where to go."

   "Kneel down right there," Crisp said, pointing to the spot where the
pool edging met the grass.  "We'll measure four feet and that's where the
guy has to shoot from.  Now, they might need a little help along the way,
but once they're ready to fire, they have to step back.  If they aren't
behind the line in time, it doesn't count."

   "We'll have to make sure you're in the same place for each guy," Crisp
said.  "So I'm going to put a post in the ground here and tie you to it."
Cruz helped him dig a quick hole and they put a wood post in the ground. 
Cori knelt with her back against the post and they secured her arms and
legs around it with twine.

   Crisp toyed with Cori's nipples for a few minutes, making sure they were
fully erect, then measured off four feet from them since they represented
the point of her body that was extended out the furthest.  He drove another
post into the ground to mark the spot.  "This is your launching pad,
gentlemen," Norm announced.  "We'll go in order of age.  Benson, that means
you're up first."

   Benson stepped forward, unzipping his fly and striding right up to Cori.
"Suck it a little, if you please," he said politely but firmly.  It took
Cori's skilled mouth only a few seconds to take him from semi-erect to full
on hard-on.  He reached down and squeezed her nipples, fondling the rings
and safety pins, getting a bird's eye view of her bobbing head flanked by
her perfectly formed tits.  He put his hand on the back of her head and
gave a few hard thrusts deep into her throat.  "Yeah, that's good, babe,"
he said.  "Choke on that big thing."

   As a very experienced deep-throater, Cori had no trouble handling his
average-size cock in her throat, but obliged his demands by pretending to
gag a little bit, sputtering and coughing while he rammed his cock into her
face.  That seemed to be his trigger and he abruptly stepped back, just
getting behind the post as his first bolt of semen shot forth from his
cock. It was well aimed, seeming to be going right toward her forehead, but
it fell at the last minute, landing instead just above her left breast. 
His next shot nailed her right breast and his third just barely made it,
splattering against her thigh.  The rest spilled out on the grass.

   "7 points," Crisp announced

   Cho was next and he wasted little time stepping forward.  His cock was
already hard when he put it against Cori's lips and told her what to do. 
"Just suck the head real good," he said softly.  "That's it." Cori's lips
had encircled the mushroom head of his cock, sucking it in and out of her
mouth while her tongue danced across the top and teased the sensitive area
on the underside of the head.  Most guys wanted to deep throat, it seemed,
but Cori always thought this type of blowjob was where her skills were best
displayed.  Somehow, she was able to sense what guys wanted her to do
without being told.  She knew when to suck, when to lick, when to suck
harder, when to pull the cock out and lick up and down the shaft.  It was a
gift, really, though hardly one you could put on your résumé.

   After a few minutes of her special oral attention, Cho was ready and he
stepped back.  He held his cock out confidently, stroking it slowly,
bending his knees and trying to aim his penis at the right trajectory. 
Finally, he fired his first shot in a high, long arc that came down right
on Cori's nose and spilled across her lips.  The next shot followed the
same arc, catching her right shoulder.  The next one caught the bottom of
her left breast and the last shot to make contact landed just below her
navel.

   "10 points," Crisp said, nodding.  "Very impressive." He wiped the cum
of Cori's nose and lips with a rag as the tall, slender Waters stepped
forward.

   His cock was the largest so far, a full 7 inches that he quickly
imbedded in Cori's mouth and throat.  "Just suck and lick," he said.  He
fucked her mouth with long, slow strokes, pushing forward until his balls
touched her chin, then pulling back until she was kissing his head.  She
sucked hard as he entered her and then danced her tongue all over his
shaft, wrapping it around the veiny flesh or flicking it along the
underside of his head as he pulled back.  Suck and lick, suck and lick.  It
was a steady rhythm that Waters maintained for several minutes before he
finally announced he was ready and stepped behind the line, pumping his
cock like a kid priming one of those super-soaker water guns.

   His shots flew straight and hard, the first landing on top of her head,
clinging to her blonde hair.  The next appeared to be headed for her nose,
but a wind gust pushed it aside and it flew past her ear.  He hit her pussy
with the next shot and her thigh after that for a 9 point total.  "Fucking
wind," he said disgustedly, knowing he would have had 14 points and the
lead.

   "There's always some wind with a blowjob," Cho taunted, happy to still
be in the lead.

   The muscular Cruz was next.  His muscles rippling, he pulled out his
cock which was very thick and looked every bit as powerful as the rest of
his body.  True to his aggressive nature, he jabbed his cock into the side
of Cori's mouth, switching it from one side to the other, watching his cock
push her cheeks out.  He pulled his cock out and fed his balls to her. 
"Put them both in your mouth," he instructed.  She licked and sucked them
separately, then slurped them both in her mouth.  Apparently, that was what
he needed and he pushed her head back as he stepped behind the line.  He
jerked his cock hard and fast, tugging on it feverishly.  He didn't seem to
be aiming, just firing, but he was on target.  The first shot hit her right
eye and the second drilled in her in the left cheek.  He also nailed her
left nipple and landed his last shot right on her pussy mound.

   "Nicely done," Crisp said, again cleaning off Cori's face.  "16 points.
You're far and away the leader so far.  Sanders, you get the last shot."

   The big former football player held his 10-inch throbber in front of
Cori's face menacingly, rubbing it across her nose and cheeks.  He rubbed
the head across her eyelids while she licked on his balls.  "You want me to
win," he said to her, "don't you, little slut?  You want me to win so you
can get more of this big cock.  Probably the biggest cock you've ever seen,
huh bitch?  Well, suck it real good for me now and then I'm going to
plaster your pretty face with all I have."

   He offered his cock to her and she sucked it into her mouth, straining
to deep throat him.  She succeeded, of course, and he stood confidently in
front of her, hands behind his back, thrusting his hips firmly into her
face.  "I could do this all day," he bragged, "but I guess we better get
the show on the road."

   He stepped back and fired away.  As promised, he connected with her face
on the first three shots, covering her nose, lips and one cheek for a quick
15 points.  But the next shot was blown wide and his last one landed just
below her tits.  "16 points," Crisp said.  "It's a tie."

   "Guess they both get to join you," Norm said, anticipating the question
before it was asked.  "They earned it."

   "Fine with me," Crisp said.  "Congratulations, Cruz, Sanders, you both
win."

   "So, how much more do you have to do?" Norm asked.

   "We should be done in about another hour," Crisp said, untying Cori from
the post.

   "Good," Norm said.  "While they finish up, why don't you clean up,
Cori?"

   "OK," Cori stood up and started toward the house.

   "No, wait," Norm said.  "Let me get a look at you." He studied his
step-daughter from head to toe.  She was a mess.  Cum clung to almost every
body part, some if it dried and crusty, some of it mixing with her suntan
lotion and oozing across her tan skin.  He laughed and said, "You're an
absolute mess.  I don't want all that in my house.  You just cleaned.  Jump
in the pool first."

   Cori kicked off her shoes and, with all eyes on her, did a perfect dive
into the pool.  She kicked to the surface and looked back at her crowd,
pushing her hair out her eyes.  They applauded and went back to work while
she rubbed her hands over her body, helping the cool water wash away the
several layers of cum and lotion that coated her skin.  She felt the gentle
waves pushing and pulling on her rings and pins.  In all the excitement -
she went from waking up to sucking cock and catching cum in what seemed
like a matter of minutes - she hadn't really thought about how much she was
being stimulated.  Now, however, she was certainly noticing.  The cool
water combined with the rings and pins to make her nipples achingly hard.
And every swish of the water flowed across her exposed clit, which was
signaling her that it was definitely ready for some attention.

   The guys at the shop had put her in a few situations like this before -
she remembered a cookout at John's that had resulted in her being shared
and enjoyed by many of John's neighbors.  But these types of events had
been few and far between.  Usually it was public displays and one-on-one
fucking.  That's what she usually preferred.  It allowed her to feel like a
real girlfriend instead of a slut.  It allowed her to have a close
relationship with the men in her life.  Group things took away from that
and she generally would prefer to avoid them.  So, it was odd to her that
she found herself really looking forward to the rest of the evening.  She
didn't know if it was being so overwhelmed by Norm's thoughtfulness and
generosity, the impressive group of guys and their hard cocks or the
constant exposure and stimulation of her body, but whatever it was, she was
ready.

   She got out of the pool and Norm ushered her inside.  "Now that you're
not disgusting," he said, "take a shower and really clean up.  I'll pick
out a good outfit for you to entertain our guests in."