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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
FEVERED FALL
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Chapter Five
Helene led us upstairs. I was grateful for that, knowing what was
down in her basement. We walked with the scissors still clinging to our
tits, all three of us girls afraid to remove them, for we did not know how.
Rebecca tugged at hers with her fingers, experimentally. Helene gave her
a warning tap on the bottom, with her crop, and told her to leave the
scissors just as they were.
How like twin babies mouths those scissors felt! But they were
obscene, for a babeÕs mouth would have covered the nipple. The scissors,
on the other hand, squeezed the nipple, extruding its tip beyond the
clasping point of the dull-edged blades. My nipples still showed, lewd and
stiff, but small scissor blades prised at each nipple, as if trying to pop
them off my breasts. My auntie and Audrey suffered similarly; their
breasts showing, their nipples protruding beyond the biting edges of each
of the pairs of scissors. Our tits were painfully held and, at the same
time, displayed. No man could have devised a more wicked, debasing form
of erotic punishment. Helene, being a woman, knew exactly how to make
us suffer. At the same time, with the scissors clinging to us, we were
aroused, for each of our footsteps caused the scissors to bounce, pulling
upon our nipples, as if they were being sucked.
With a smile, delighted to see how well she was punishing us, Helene
took us into a bedroom. I gasped. I felt both terror and relief. Surely now
we were to be fucked, whatever outcome awaited us here would be brought
to a climax. We would survive or, perhaps, if it went badly, we would not.
But we would at least reach a finality.
ÒAh, no, sweet dears,Ó Helene said, waggling a finger at us. ÒNot
yet. Not yet. We may be lewd, but we are not animals. You are all
splattered with pee and I wonÕt have you rutting that way.Ó
The men gazed longingly at the big, king-sized bed that sat there,
waiting for us. We went from the bedroom into a bathroom that was
adjacent to it. I remembered it from my last visit to HeleneÕs. It was as
pretty as before, with a large, sunken tub that had gold faucets. But there
was a new feature: against the back wall, bolted into the pretty, flowered
tiles, were iron manacles. The sight of them made me shudder. They were
laid out in an X, so that one could be fastened to the wall with oneÕs arms
upraised, oneÕs feet splayed. In the center, where the hips of such a
captive bather would press to the wall, there was a tiled hump, forcing
the sex of the prisoner to be thrust out from the wall.
ÒToo many people were relaxing and enjoying themselves in my
bath,Ó Helene told me. She ran a finger up my back, along my spine. I
trembled. I felt my sex, already wet with pee, moisten with fear-laden
desire.
ÒDonÕt,Ó I breathed. My voice was small and soft. Helene laughed and
gave my bottom a frank slap.
ÒHow delightful you would look all stretched out for us while we sat
at your feet, bathing ourselves and admiring your pretty cunt,Ó Helene
said.
ÒAnd torturing it,Ó I said.
ÒA little,Ó Helene admitted. ÒIt is so pretty, does it not beg for
attention?Ó
ÒI just want a quick bath, thatÕs all,Ó I said, knowing I wasnÕt going
to go home stained with pee! I reached down. With the scissors dangling
off my breasts, pulling hard on my nipples, I drew off my shoes. Then I
yanked off my socks. All around me, I heard the others slipping off their
footwear. Barefoot, but still with the insidious scissors clinging to my
breasts, I stepped into the tub. Helene took my hand and helped me. I
didnÕt wish for her help, but she offered it anyway. She was ever a
mixture of gentility and politeness, even as she applied to me and the
others the most exquisite tortures.
ÒGet in, gentlemen,Ó Helene said, when I was standing alone in the
empty tub. My aunt, knowing she must at least rinse off before we could
leave, stoppered the drain and turned on the water. Audrey picked up a box
of Mr. Bubble sitting on the bathroomÕs counter-top. She sprinkled a
handful under the inrushing flow of the water.
ÒHere, honey,Ó my aunt said. She found hair bands lying on the
counter by the sink and handed me one. It felt new. I lifted my hair into a
pony tail and put the band around it to hold it in place. My aunt did the
same. Then she stepped into the tub, as did Audrey, who also pinned up her
hair. Helene told the two men to undress her.
My aunt, kneeling in the tub, splashed water up onto herself. I did
the same. I hoped we would wash quickly and ask to be excused. Helene
saw our haste.
ÒGentlemen,Ó Helene said, as David and Alan disrobed her. ÒTwo of
our guests are planning to leave. What is your opinion of two unfilled
cunts getting away?Ó
The men looked at myself and my aunt. I felt small, a trapped rabbit,
as I gazed up at David and AlanÕs leering eyes.
ÒNo cunts must leave here without paying tribute to my cock,Ó David
scowled.
ÒOr mine,Ó Alan agreed.
I felt a chill run through me. ÒDonÕt you want to go back to lifting
weights?Ó I asked David.
ÒMy workoutÕs all interrupted now,Ó David said.
ÒYou must exercise your cock too, mustnÕt you?Ó Helene asked him.
ÒYes... of course!Ó David agreed.
ÒOh, Helene!Ó my aunt said, hastily rubbing soap up and down her
arms. ÒReally we must be going!Ó Her eyes gazed at Helene but, even as
she spoke of her desire to leave, they left HeleneÕs face and trailed across
to DavidÕs glorious body. I could sense her indecision. I felt it too. Now
would be an ideal time to escape, quickly bathing and leaving, yet could we
bear to depart from such wonderful men? David grinned, watching as my
aunt and I stared up at his cock. It was doubtless not the first time heÕd
witnessed such an expression on female faces. All our instincts told us to
leave, yet they told us also to stay! Alan, almost as well endowed as
David, grinned down at Rebecca and me.
ÒPoor dears, they cannot make up their minds,Ó Helene laughed. The
men stripped her down to a ravishing string bikini. It was as daring as the
one Helene and I had worn, that had since been burned in the downstairs
hearth.
ÒWe just want a quick wash AND a quick fuck,Ó Audrey piped up,
speaking for herself as well as me and my aunt.
ÒAudrey, dear, you arenÕt going anywhere until your bottomÕs gotten
a good licking,Ó Helene said. She glanced at Alan for approval; he nodded.
ÒNot the swimsuit, dear,Ó Helene added, as Alan made to untie her top.
ÒAs a domme, I wish to always be a little more dressed than my victims.Ó
Helene stepped into the bath tub. She reached back and grasped the
menÕs cocks and drew them forward into the tub with her. They towered
over us; especially David. I gripped a bath sponge between my small hands
and looked up at DavidÕs big, bulging cock. A drop of pre-cum dripped from
his pee hole and landed right on my nose.
ÒOooch!Ó I said. ÒYouÕre dripping on me.Ó
ÒTry to conserve your strength, gentlemen,Ó Helene told her two
randy charges. ÒWeÕre all going to have a scented bubble bath, and I wish
for us to get clean. DonÕt pee in the tub, and most certainly donÕt shoot
your jism into it.Ó
The men sat down. The Mr. Bubble was lemon-flavored, and as the
aromatic bubbles rose, as the water washed silkily between our legs, how
strange it was to have two big, hairy men in the bath with us, with their
big dicks sticking up! I looked with frank interest at the menÕs prongs.
Speaking to DavidÕs prong, but hoping he heard me, I said in a quiet voice,
ÒWhy is a submarine hard?Ó
ÒHuh?Ó David asked. He drew closer to me, which meant his big
poker got closer too.
ÒWhy is a submarine hard?Ó I asked again. My voice was even quieter
this time. Was it because I was afraid of him, or because I wanted him to
sit even nearer to me?
ÒI have no idea,Ó David said, in a gentle voice.
ÒBecause itÕs full of semen,Ó I told his dick. Then I lifted my eyes to
his.
He didnÕt laugh.
ÒWhere did you learn that joke? In elementary school?Ó David asked
me.
ÒYes,Ó I admitted.
ÒItÕs dumb,Ó David said.
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó I replied.
ÒGet up. I want to see your cunt,Ó David told me.
ÒNo!Ó I cried. But, still sitting in the tub, David grabbed me under my
bosoms and hoisted me to my feet. I gasped. I gazed down at him,
awkwardly. His head bent forward as he held me tight and he kissed my
tummy.
ÒTurn around,Ó David said.
ÒWhy?Ó I asked, but it was a useless question, because he himself
turned me around, and in his big hands I was quite powerless to stop him.
David reached under some towels piled along the side of the tub. He
drew out a squirt tube of lubricant and a big black stopper.
ÒWhatÕs that?Ó I asked, my face turned away from him. I tried
twisting around but immediately both his hands were gripping my mid-
section again, holding me by my narrow waist.
ÒItÕs a butt plug. For your bottom,Ó David said.
ÒNOOOO!Ó I cried.
ÒHelene!Ó my aunt said, in a scolding voice, hoping our host would
intervene. She merely laughed, and settled back in the tub. She had turned
off the water, leaving us with a tub only partly full. It rose almost to the
loins of those who were seated, wetting their bottoms, but leaving the
uppermost part of the reclining or sitting hips free, so that one was
curiously wettened, without really having enough water to wash in.
Helene put an arm around my auntÕs shoulders and urged her to lean back
with her.
ÒYour niece wonÕt be hurt,Ó Helene assured my aunt. David quickly
lubed the plug and prised open my cheeks and stuffed it into my fanny.
ÒIÕm hoiting right now!Ó I shouted. I heard Alan and even Audrey
laugh. David turned me around, the plug stuck up in my hole, and pushed me
back against the wall. Then he stood up.
How like Neptune, rising from the sea, he looked, in his rising! His
body covered from the waist down with foam, his dick sticking forth all
rampant, David rose and towered over me. He shoved me hard against the
wall. I cried out; the others only laughed. My arms were raised and
buckled into the manacles set in the tiled wall. I felt the hump in the wall
behind me press hard into my hiney; making the butt plugÕs presence more
painfully felt. My legs were opened, my ankles were secured after David
finished binding my hands.
My sex displayed itself to the bathers.
ÒHow small hers is,Ó Helene said, looking up between my legs.
ÒShe should have it reamed more,Ó Audrey said. I scowled, they paid
no attention to my expression. All eyes were on my pussy.
ÒShe is too young,Ó my aunt said in a soft voice, a voice too
submissive to require it to be paid attention to.
ÒLet her taste the cat,Ó Helene told David. The big man reached
under the towels. I shuddered. My aunt gave a soft cry of alarm when she
saw what was in store for me.
ÒOh, I donÕt want to be whipped!Ó I shrieked.
ÒBe quiet, girl!Ó David said. He drew forth from under the towels a
cat oÕ nine tails. He held it aloft, so that its tapered ends wouldnÕt get
wet. Then he drew forth a gag. It was black. Its blackness matched the
color of the many-thonged whipÕs leather.
I was made to accept the gag in my mouth. My eyes bulged as David
tied it on me. As he did, the thongs of the cat, held in his hand, dangled
their tips aimlessly over my bosoms. My nipples quavered. How sharp the
catÕs little tips felt! One repeatedly caressed the very tip of my tit. How
awful those nipping tips felt, grazing against my scissor-pinched nipples!
I prayed David didnÕt use the cat deliberately on me in such a tender spot.
ÒThere,Ó David said, when my gag was tightly fastened. I tried
speaking. I could not. The gag pressed hard against my tongue, forcing it
back into my mouth. I tried pleading with my eyes but I was ignored.
David stepped back away from me. I gazed down at his cock. How
big and beautiful it was! Even now, trapped and held and no doubt poised
for torture, I couldnÕt help admiring this manÕs enormous endowment. I
was almost glad my sex was so well displayed. Perhaps he would spare
me any strokes of the lash and give me strokes with his penis instead!
ÒThe cunt... tickle up her cunt with it, since she likes showing it off
to us,Ó Helene said. She smiled up at David. I trembled.
David raised the crop. I stood before him with my hair in a pony tail,
my eyes wide and beseeching, my hips thrust forward in involuntary
invitation. Alan, aroused by the sight of me, stood up beside David. I
found myself staring at two massive, blood engorged cocks, each with a
suds-covered testicle sac hanging bulgingly below it.
It was so unfair! I was only 13, just starting eighth grade. How
could Helene bear to pit me against two randy, full grown men, each with a
penis the size of a Chiquita banana? Why didnÕt my auntie do something?
Why did she just lay there, her eyes entreating the men not to harm me,
but her mouth not speaking? Why did Audrey, an American girl like me,
fresh from America, not jump up and beg for me to be released?
They all watched. They all stared. I flexed my slim thighs, hoping to
break out of my bonds. It only caused me to make an even lewder display
of my sex, for it caused the petals to open a little wider whenever I
worked my legs.
SWICK!
With a gentle, probing swish, David brought the cat directly down
against my sex. I shouted. My gag silenced my cry. Tears sprang
immediately to my eyes. My bosoms shook. The scissors hanging from my
tits bounced against my skin. My cuntlips burned. My tummy sucked in,
almost to my spine.
SWISH!
Another blow from the cat caressed my sex. The small, sharp tips
invaded my pink display. They sought where only a finger or a gentleman
should ever explore. I jerked my hips outward, biting my gag, striving to
hold back my tears. In my movements I offered my sex even more
obscenely.
SWICK!
Aiming carefully, not wanting to mark my soft belly or my legs,
David again brought the cat down directly on my cunt. Oh, it burned! I
burst into tears. How it hurt; the little tips, even lightly applied, felt like
inquisitive bees against my intimate opening. The lips of my quim
hungered desirously, and were rewarded with bee stings.
The men laughed. It was a raw, raucous laugh. It made their big
prongs wiggle in the air. David whisked the cat against me again and I
jerked hard and sobbed more loudly. My gag stifled my cries. Rebecca
watched me with a hand tight-pressed to her mouth. Helene put a finger
up between my auntÕs legs. She made her jerk her hips, under the sud-
covered water. Audrey, left to herself, put a hand on her sex and diddled
between her folds.
I glanced frantically from Neptune to Triton, from David, so wicked
with his cat, to Alan, who clearly longed to stab me with his hardness.
Both men savored the sight of me so helpless, so desperate to be saved
from what they were now doing to me. Alan glanced down at Helene.
ÒReally, I must,Ó Alan said, edging closer to me as his eyes sought
permission from Helene to fuck me. The woman lifted a finger.
ÒDarling, you misjudge me if you think IÕm going to permit you to
relieve yourself so easily,Ó Helene said. ÒRestrain yourself. We have
many hours to go. We are just getting started.Ó
ÒGood God!Ó Alan shouted. ÒWeÕve been at this interminably, woman!
Peeing downstairs, now fooling around up here. Who do you think I am,
Superman?Ó
ÒYour cock must be trained,Ó Helene said. ÒPerhaps your lovely wife
lets you stick yourself in her nest whenever you feel the need, but here,
things are different.Ó
David looked at Alan. ÒNow you know why I want to make enough
money to go to America,Ó David said.
ÒAnd you shall have a spectacularly well-trained cock when you do,Ó
Helene smiled. She gazed up at the two naked, cock-stiff men. She looked
utterly relaxed, enjoying the luxury of her bubble bath as the two men
under her care displayed themselves with obvious erotic distress. They
were so hard! She was so soft, and content. Helene smiled up at my two
male suitors like some Dragon Queen of the East, controlling males in a
harem. She knew how eager they were to find fulfillment with their lust-
fired erections. ÒIf you fail at action films, youÕll perform quite well in
porno films,Ó Helene assured David, with a smile at Alan.
Alan opened his mouth to make some further objection, but he didnÕt
get to say it because, just then, I interrupted everything. With my eyes
bulging wide, a scream trying to escape my throat, caught by my gag, I
released a sudden stream of pee. Oh, how embarrassing it was! I had felt
my pee building, and then, quite unexpectedly, perhaps because of the
torment my pussy had been subjected to, it burst out of me. I looked down
at myself, horrified. My pretty lips pissed and pissed. The golden flow hit
David on his leg. He laughed, watching as my urine pissed onto him. It ran
down his leg into the water. Alan stared, intrigued by my wantonness.
How bizarre it was to not be able to speak, because of the gag over my
mouth, but to have my sexual lips open, displayed, and now freely making
water into the tub!
ÒAh, such a little hussy she is,Ó Helene smiled. She lifted the finger
that had been diddling my auntÕs slit. She poked it into my auntÕs mouth.
My aunt resisted, a little, then accepted it. She sucked upon HeleneÕs
finger. ÒLetÕs piss, darling,Ó Helene told my aunt. ÒWe drank much
downstairs. I know you must be feeling the need to do it again.Ó My aunt,
still sucking HeleneÕs finger lovingly, nodded her head. ÒPiss Audrey,Ó
Helene said, turning to the new girl from America. Audrey, kneeling
beside Helene and my aunt, who were lying down, looked at HeleneÕs
crotch.
ÒBut you are still wearing panties, maÕam,Ó Audrey said in a
submissive voice to Helene. She tickled her fingers within her own cunny,
gazing at HeleneÕs bikini bottoms.
ÒSo I am. I shall pee in my panties, then,Ó Helene smiled. Her eyes
twinkled.
ÒBut you said we mustnÕt pee in the tub!Ó Audrey protested.
ÒLook at yourself, getting all excited kneeling there,Ó Helene said to
Audrey. ÒHow juicy you must be! Is your sex oozing your juice into the
tub?Ó
ÒNo!Ó Audrey gasped. But we could all tell, from the shivering of her
body, that she was lying.
ÒAnyway, theyÕre my rules. I can change them if I wish,Ó Helene told
Audrey. ÒPee, darling. Pee even as you continue to strive for your first
orgasm.Ó
ÒOhhh, I donÕt want to! ItÕs too naughty!Ó Audrey said. But in a
moment I guessed she must be, for she gave a deep shudder, opened her
legs wider, and then sighed in a way that could almost be described as
contented. All the while her fingers kept digging for the gold of orgasm in
her nest.
ÒMmmmm,Ó Helene said. She splayed her legs wider. My own stream
of pee was coming to an end, thinning, growing shorter in its arc. I
watched, horrified, as Helene and my aunt both contentedly released their
bladders into the tub. All the while my aunt continued to suck upon
HeleneÕs finger.
ÒAnd now the scissors must come off,Ó Helene said, when all us
girls had peed.
ÒCan I pee too?Ó Alan asked. He clasped the long shaft of his penis
in his calloused hand. Why he didnÕt just go, I donÕt know, but when Helene
saw he needed to, you can guess what she said: ÒNo.Ó
ÒMy dear boy, penis control doesnÕt just involve sperm,Ó Helene said.
ÒWeÕre girls. We donÕt have big dongs that need to be trained. You do. You
will pee when I order you to, not before. And you will pee where I tell you
to. Your cock is not your own here, in my home. You should know that.Ó
ÒSheÕs quite right,Ó David said to Alan. ÒSheÕs helped me some,
actually, with all her rules regarding my penis. Listen to her, and obey.
The groin is very hard to exercise, with weights. But a woman can help
you train your pubic area, if youÕll let her.Ó
ÒIÕm not trying to be Arnold Schwarzenegger!Ó Alan said. He rolled
his eyes. ÒI couldnÕt care less about exercising every last little muscle in
my body. I just want to piss!Ó
ÒWell, little is certainly an appropriate word, for you,Ó David
smirked, gazing down at AlanÕs dick. Alan scowled.
Helene, meanwhile, produced a sharp ÒOooh!Ó from my aunt as she
took the scissors off her tits. My aunt, her titties freed, experienced a
sharp inflow of blood into her bosom tips that almost caused her to
explode in an orgasm. She clapped her hands to her cleavage and held them
over her freed tits, as if assuaging two wounds. I wished I could do the
same! David reached for my bosoms, plucked off the scissors, and sent me
into a stratosphere of pleasure and pain. I shouted. My gag kept me silent.
David looked into my eyes and licked his lips.
ÒI can suck them for you, if you like,Ó David told me. In response, my
eyes welled up with tears. They streamed down over my cheeks. I worked
my lips, but no words came out.
ÒDamn. I really do have to go to the bathroom,Ó Alan said. He looked
with pent-up desire at the commode in the corner of the bathroom. Its
seat was down, and covered with a fur covering. How he jerked his hips,
looking at it, and wishing he could run over to it and piss into it!
ÒSuck her tits with me,Ó David told Alan. He grabbed the manÕs penis
to get his attention. His grip stilled the movement of AlanÕs loins.
ÒHey!Ó Alan protested. ÒWhat are you trying to do, jerk me off?Ó
ÒSuck her tits with me,Ó David said again.
I couldnÕt stop them. Each man put his mouth to one of my bosoms. I
heaved my chest, trying to throw them off, but with my arms and legs
bound, I couldnÕt escape them. They began suckling me. Their mouths,
though large and rough, were surprisingly delicate. They sucked softly,
solicitously. Their touch made my nipples grow even stiffer. My pussy
lips wettened. I sighed, behind my gag. It was as if David and Alan were
big babies, urging me to feed them! I gasped and moaned within my gag. I
wiggled under their caressing tongues. They took the movement of my
nipples in each of their mouths as encouragement. I thrust forward my
tits, not wanting to, but not being able to keep from doing it, their mouths
were so loving! They sought nourishment from me, and I wished to serve
them the finest meal I could, with my breasts. That I could not give milk
made no difference. My primal mind felt the urging of tongues, and sought
to squirt milk upon them. As the menÕs sucking continued, and I grew used
to their touch on my tortured breasts, they worked my tits harder.
Ah, how like a milk cow I felt! I was no longer a girl, no longer 13, I
was Mother, feeding my big, strapping babies. I longed to have their sperm
in my belly so I could truly feed them from my breasts. They would need
nothing else, with little me to mother them. They could work their loins
all day in my cunt, exercising themselves, and when they were exhausted
from their efforts I would serve them my tits to refresh them. I imagined
warm, love-induced milk expressing itself over their raw, seeking
tongues. Let them hurt me, if they wished! I would only give love in
return, showing them how beautiful and how perfect I was, even when they
debased me. I would repay their male wickedness with a MotherÕs love.
Helene freed AudreyÕs tits. The girl gave a sharp shout. Tears
sprang to her eyes and she cupped her bubbies. Helene, paying no mind to
the poor girlÕs distress, not offering her tongue to her, instead returned
her attention to my aunt. She kissed my auntie on the cheek. Then, still
wearing her panties, Helene rolled atop my aunt. She slid down her body.
She put her mouth to one of my auntÕs freed nipples and began feeding upon
it. My aunt shrieked. But she did not try to escape HeleneÕs attention. On
the contrary, recovering a little from the strange mixture of pain and
bliss that engulfed her, she pressed her palms to the back of HeleneÕs
coiffed head and urged her to suck on her more.
ÒYes,Ó my aunt murmured.
ÒOh, it looks so pretty! So sensual!Ó Audrey, gaping at Helene and my
aunt, exclaimed. She sounded like a girl left out, hoping to be included.
She rubbed her tits with her palms. Then, seeing nobody was paying
attention to her, she decided to play with herself. Still massaging one of
her tits, she dropped her other hand to her crotch. She diddled herself in
her slit. A minute passed, then two. The men fed upon me. Helene nursed
on my auntÕs tits. Audrey, caressing herself, suddenly exploded into an
orgasm. Alan lifted his head from my breast. He turned, and regarded his
wife.
ÒYes, honey!Ó Alan urged. He watched his wife with hot eyes. Then,
abruptly, Alan broke away from me. He sloshed past David and aimed his
cock down at his wife.
ÒHmmm? What are you doing?Ó Helene asked. She lifted her face
from my auntÕs tits. Helene had marvelous intuition, even as she absorbed
herself in lust. She looked up at Alan. My aunt, her palms softly caressing
the back of HeleneÕs head, tried to get the woman to put her face back on
her breasts.
ÒIÕm going to pee on my wife,Ó Alan said frankly. He gazed down at
his wife, still caught in the throes of orgasm, as she masturbated herself
to fulfillment.
ÒNo youÕre not,Ó Helene said. ÒBut I do have respect for your need. If
you must truly go, then have David go with you.Ó
ÒWhere?Ó Alan asked. He jerked his loins, as if catching the flow of
his pee at the last minute, just on the verge of releasing it.
ÒPee in my favorite girlÕs face,Ó Helene said. She pointed to me.
ÒYeah!Ó David said, listening, as he sucked hard on my left nipple.
ÒAlright!Ó Alan said. He walked back over to me, passing DavidÕs
bare ass, giving the other man a playful slap on his bottom. David said
nothing, but drew back from me, detaching his mouth from my breast, and
clasped his cock. He aimed it upward. Alan did the same.
ÒNOOOOO!Ó I wanted to shout, but I couldnÕt. The gag stopped me.
Suddenly two streams of pee shot forth from the menÕs dicks. One hit my
left cheek. The other hit my neck. The second stream was lifted higher,
by AlanÕs hand, and it landed right between my eyes! I shut them,
defensively. I was glad for the gag now, for it kept the menÕs pee out of
my mouth. I felt their double-salute splatter all over my face. There was
laughter. Male, as well as female laughter. I think my aunt even broke
into giggles. I stood bound to the wall and received what Helene
considered my due. With my ass plugged, my hands and feet fettered, my
cunt lips exposed, my mouth gagged, my eyes shut tight, a Niagara of pee
showered my face.
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