Poppet

"That' a girl..." He said. "Let it all out. Goooood girl!"

The explosion dimmed and he released me, now sweaty and out of breath.

"C'mon, little Poppet, up now. You're getting spankings. You came before you asked."

Yeah, I kinda did. I stumbled up on my feet and my friends assisted me, taking me to the arm of the sofa and bending me over it so that my feet hung a couple of inches off the floor. At barely five feet, I was just hanging there. Someone tucked my butt higher in the air.

"Ten swats." Ethan warned me. "Count backwards."

But I couldn't think.

Swap!

"One!" I said.

Swap!

"Two!"

Swap!

"Ah! Three!"

Swap!

"Four... alligator..."

More giggles.

I got to seven before Danny said,

"Ethan, she's counting forwards."

"Yes, good point. Useful homosexual." Giggles. "I can't think when I'm hard."

"Are you hard?" Kate asked, teasing. "Can't see under all the clothes."

"I could spin plates on it."

I giggled, loud, and he swatted me with the crop, then told me to do it over, backwards this time. My ass was on fire, but I did it. Ten, nine, eight, seven... pussy dripping. When he was done, he quickly unbuttoned his shirt, shirking out of it, and unfastened his jeans, pulling out an impressively large cock. In case you're wondering, it was eight and a half inches long, and I know because weeks later, I measured it. This was the biggest cock I had been with, by far. I waited there, bent over, and saw Nina kneeling down to suck Ethan's cock. Melissa pushed two of her fingers into my pussy, and declared,

"She's fucking virgin tight, Ethan. You might kill her."

An exaggeration, but yeah, it was gonna hurt. I'm little, body, and pussy.

"Work her out a little." Ethan told Kate.

Just hearing them talk this way, casually, like it was nothing, got me crazy excited again. Kate finger fucked me, adding more fingers and stretching me enough to better accommodate his size. When she was done, she held her sopping wet hand in front of my face and told me to lick it clean. To be honest, I was not exactly excited about licking up my own pussy juice. Some people might be, and I like that kind of thing now, but then, not so much. I did it anyway, and made a show of it. This was their fun too. Ethan's cock nudged my pussy, and slowly, he inched in. It was a little painful at first, but once he was all the way in, it was heavenly. I felt completely filled up. He began moving in me, slow at first, but when I bucked back onto his cock, he sped up, faster, and harder, until he was fucking me wildly. He only slowed down to reached under me and grip under my stomach to lift me up higher, so that the angle was different. And oh yes, it was a good angle.

"Oh fuck, yes, he knows how to do it..." I said aloud, not really meaning to. Giggles again, but this time there was more tension. They were all turned on. And he was really fucking me hard now. So hard that the sofa was moving across the floor. And it hurt, but it felt wonderful.

"See, with a little poppet, you can do THIS!" Ethan said, pulling me up from the sofa and wrapping my legs around him while he stood up. I am tiny. This was easy enough for him. He kept fucking me, his cock never outside of me. He just leaned back a little, braced himself on the wall with one shoulder, and bounced me on his cock. My arms wrapped around his neck, and I was coming, and laughing at the same time, an extraordinary feeling. It was an orgasm, my second one, and it was a different kind. Less of a violent explosion and more a rolling wave of pleasure. He fucked me for a while after that, putting me back on the floor, and he stood me up and bent me over. But he was so much taller than me, he reached under me and lifted me up, making me giggle again, and he let me brace myself on a bar counter before he fucked me like crazy again. He came with a sudden stillness, a couple of jerking motions, and a low groan. When it was done, he hugged me to him, sweetly, and whispered,

"You're so sweet. Thank you, Poppet."

I gave him a pecked kiss on the cheek quickly, then squeaked as I ran to the bathroom, sliding in my socks on the wooden floor on the way. I heard them all laugh. I had just been fucked, spanked on my clit and fondled by almost everyone in the group, and NOW I was shy! In the bathroom, I cleaned myself up with a very quick shower, and found his bathrobe hanging on the door hook. I put it on, having left my clothes in the front room. When I came back in, the whips and paddles were zipped up in the bag, the group looked much as they did on any other night, and Ethan was back in his clothes, though barefoot now, and his crop of dark hair, slightly salt and pepper at the sides, was now a mess. Kate handed me a glass of water with a sliced lemon in it. Normal. Someone was putting a Ramones CD in the stereo. Normal. Mike and Kelly had glasses of merlot, and raised them up,

"THAT was the hottest thing I've ever seen." Kelly announced, breaking the silence. Nods all around, even Drew and Danny. "Thank you, Poppet, for letting us be part of that. It was a very generous gift." Kelly, eloquent, as usual. I smiled that she called me Poppet, as Ethan had. It was pretty much my name from that day forward.

Ethan came forward and knelt in front of where I sat on the sofa,

"And thank you, for obvious reasons." Everyone laughed, including me. "Ladies, Gents, discretion, please." Nods again, a chorus of 'of course.'

It was amazing. There was no weirdness, no jealousy, no disapproval from anyone. We had other play sessions, I suppose you could call them that. That one was the first, and to me the most memorable. It never affected our friendship at all. I doubt many can say that if they did the same.