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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
THE FRUITS OF DESIRE
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Chapter Two
Kelli knelt in the warm sun on a folded towel. The towel lay on the
concrete decking around the pool. On one side of her, lying with regal
abandon in his chaise lounge, was Mark. On the other side of her was her
aunt. MarkÕs suit still banded his thighs, letting his cock arch stiffly into
the air, as if it were a scepter, intent on piercing the fluffy, innocent
summertime clouds overhead. KelliÕs swim panties lay discarded on the
pool deck. They looked small and childish, and they were, for they had
been cut for an 11-year-old child, and had tiger strips on them. Spot
sniffed curiously at the panties but Kelli, her back to him, ignored him.
Her eyes were on MarkÕs groin.
Mark sipped his drink and then laid it on the table between himself
and Amanda. Gently he reached for KelliÕs face. He cupped her chin.
KelliÕs eyes drifted from his cock to his drink. As Mark continued to
caress her face, fingering her chin and her soft, childish cheeks, Kelli
reached with both hands for his drink. It was alcohol, but nobody stopped
Kelli as she put MarkÕs drink to her lips and tasted it. The ice cubes in the
big glass bumped against her nose.
ÒKelli,Ó Amanda said. She gazed at the snub-nosed girl and the girl,
still drinking, looked at her aunt. ÒKelli, there is a rule for the Bottom
Parties, and itÕs this: nobody who attends can be a virgin.Ó
ÒOh,Ó Kelli said. She took MarkÕs drink from her lips. Her mouth
formed a pretty O shape which she held long after the syllable had left
her. Mark smiled. He remembered those 7th grade lips on his penis. God,
7th grade! Mark exhaled under his breath. Then he reminded himself that
Kelli was in fact finished with 7th grade, so perhaps he shouldnÕt think of
her as being in 7th grade anymore. She was a newly-minted 7th grade
graduate. It wasnÕt much consolation, but at least it was some.
ÒSo you see...Ó Amanda began, smiling with sudden confidence, sure
she could dissuade the girl from attending.
ÒI donÕt wanna be a virgin anymore, if it means I canÕt go to the
Bottom Party,Ó Kelli said frankly to her aunt.
ÒKelli,Ó Mark scolded. He squeezed the girlÕs cheeks. She might have
said more, but he clamped her cheeks hard so that she could not. Her lips
formed an O again, although, with MarkÕs hands forcing her lips into that
shape, it became rather distorted. Kelli giggled. Mark let his eyes drift
down over her breasts, still contained like grapefruit in her bra, and down
the expanse of her small, flat tummy, to the juncture between her legs.
There was a light fringe of pubic hair there. As Mark savored the sight of
the girlÕs pussy, his hand relaxed. His penis strained. Kelli found she
could speak again and, still holding MarkÕs glass, but not drinking from it,
she said, ÒI want to stop being a virgin.Ó
ÒKelli, you canÕt stop being a virgin,Ó Amanda told the girl.
ÒSomeone has to take your virginity from you.Ó The young niece glanced at
Mark.
ÒHe can do me,Ó Kelli said.
ÒNo he canÕt,Ó Amanda told the girl. ÒHeÕs my boyfriend.Ó
Kelli pouted. ÒYou can share your boyfriend with me, canÕt you,
auntie?Ó Kelli asked. Then her face broke into a smile and she said, quite
confidently, ÒAnyways, he likes me.Ó
Amanda looked over at Mark. She looked into his eyes, and then at
his rigid penis.
ÒI want to ride on that,Ó Kelli said, savoring, along with her aunt,
the sight of MarkÕs loins.
ÒI can do her right now, if itÕs necessary,Ó Mark said. He tried to
sound business-like. Yet even as he spoke to Amanda, his mind was nearly
overwhelmed with desire. His cock throbbed, and he had to focus his will
to keep from luxuriously spurting into the air. Imagine! That wet, young
virgin, her hair bedraggled from the pool, lying naked on the decking as he
arched over her and penetrated her! For the first time!
ÒNo. If she is to be done, let it be in her bed,Ó Amanda said. She
gulped as soon as she had spoken, and Mark could guess why: lovely Kelli
lying on her back, perhaps still wet from the pool, clutching her teddy
bear, as Mark deflowered her, in her bedroom. It was an image so violently
erotic that Mark had to focus himself even more to keep from showering
them all with a sudden gush of his semen.
ÒOkay,Ó Kelli said. She stood up. Her legs were a little wobbly and
as Mark watched her teeter he guessed the alcohol in his drink was having
an effect on her. Mark cringed. Could he really fuck a 7th grade girl,
especially one who was drunk? Did she really know what she was giving
away?
ÒOh, Kelli, now you have got yourself drunk!Ó Amanda, who should
have stopped Kelli when she first reached for MarkÕs glass, announced.
There was a bitterness to her voice. She had only wanted to enjoy her
vacation from college, and now she was being forced to deal with issues
she never thought sheÕd have to face. They were Mother issues. Mother-
daughter issues. But by agreeing to keep Kelli at her place for a month,
while KelliÕs parents took a second honeymoon in Europe, she had
unwittingly, at 19, taken on the role of a mother. And not just any mother.
The mother of a precocious teenage daughter.
ÒI canÕt fuck her if sheÕs drunk,Ó Mark said, firmly. Kelli gazed at
him haplessly, still unsure of her footing on the deck.
ÒWell, IÕm glad you have some scruples,Ó Amanda said. She frowned
at Kelli, then at Mark.
ÒBut I want to go to the Bott--Ó Kelli burped. ÒThe Bottom Party!Ó
Kelli insisted.
ÒWeÕll discuss it at dinner, Kelli,Ó Amanda said. ÒYou shouldnÕt have
made yourself drunk if you wanted Mark to fuck you.Ó
ÒI was thoisty!Ó Kelli said.
Later, that evening, they all sat at dinner. Mark was wet from a late
swim in the backyard pool. Kelli had swum with him, and, in the process,
they had played a game, with her beach ball, that left both of them naked.
It had been called ÒStrip Volleyball,Ó and with both of them in swimsuits,
it hadnÕt taken long for the game to end. Then theyÕd kissed, and held each
other, in the pool. Kelli had thrilled at the feel of MarkÕs hard erection
pressing against her belly. SheÕd begged Mark to take her right then,
before her aunt could object. Mark had considered it but, just then,
Amanda had called them both to dinner. Now, dressed in a teensy bikini,
perhaps designed to attract MarkÕs eyes to herself, she served both her
niece and Mark dinner.
ÒSee, auntie?Ó Kelli asked. ÒYou are wearing a swimsuit at dinner,
and IÕm not wearing anything, not even my one-piece!Ó
ÒYes, well, weÕve all gotten quite informal, all of a sudden, havenÕt
we?Ó Amanda asked her niece. ÒDonÕt sit in MarkÕs lap for dinner, dear. Go
sit in your own chair.Ó
ÒBut I like feeling him,Ó Kelli answered. She moved her right hand
back and forth, briskly, and Amanda didnÕt have to look under the rim of
the tablecloth to know what her niece was fondling.
ÒKelli,Ó Amanda said. ÒPlease donÕt be rude. IÕve let you practically
steal my boyfriend from me. I canÕt stand the thought of you two making
out right here in front of me at the dinner table. Go sit in your own chair.Ó
ÒGo!Ó Mark said. He shunted the young girl off of his lap.
ÒOhhhh!Ó Kelli protested. But she walked round to her own chair, on
the other side of the table, and plopped down into it. Amanda placed a
silver tray on the table. It had a lid and she lifted it off. Both Mark and
Kelli gave a soft gasp as they saw what was underneath. It was a
steaming hot ham. Amanda smiled. She still knew how to throw together
an elegant meal, even in her smallest bikini.
ÒMmmm! IÕm hungry, auntie!Ó Kelli said, brightening. She reached
for the serving knife that would be needed to cut the ham. ÒCan I slice
it?Ó she asked.
ÒNo,Ó Amanda told the nude girl. ÒLet Mark do it, dear. And we must
say grace first.Ó
Mark was ordered to say grace. He thought it was rather strange for
a woman dressed in a skimpy bikini to be ordering him to say grace. But
he did, and as he spoke the words, with his head bowed, he was guiltily
aware of his erect penis between his thighs. He was also aware, as he
addressed the Almighty, of the naked niece sitting across the table from
him. Her eyes were closed, but her legs were spread. He could hear one of
her feet aimlessly kicking a leg of the table. As MarkÕs words reached
toward heaven, he thought of KelliÕs feet, reaching toward the floor.
Despite having long legs the girl was still, thanks to the height of the
chairs, too short to plant her feet on the floor. She seemed to Mark rather
like an angel, with her perpetually wiggling toes, suspended above the
earth, too virginal to walk like a mortal upon it. MarkÕs words spoke of
holy feelings. But his mind remained focussed on sinful thoughts: KelliÕs
warm, little virgin cunt, that waited between her thighs to be penetrated.
Mark finished grace. He opened his eyes and looked up. He did it as
he said ÒAmen,Ó and he saw KelliÕs eyes peeking at him through her long
lashes. He smiled. She giggled. Amanda lifted her head and opened her
eyes and looked at them both.
ÒThank you, Mark,Ó Amanda said.
ÒI guess IÕll cut the ham,Ó Mark told her.
ÒYes, please.Ó Amanda agreed.
Mark stood up. He was naked. Kelli and AmandaÕs eyes drank in his
groin as it rose above the table. He was hung like a donkey. He listened to
both of them gasp as his erection came into view. Proudly, aware of their
eyes studying him worshipfully as he moved, Mark walked to the side of
the table and picked up the knife. It was long and shiny. He bent over the
ham and felt the steam rising from it as he cut into it with the knife. He
had to be careful as he worked, for his penis was right there, big as a
summer sausage and wobbling just centimeters from the ham.
ÒDonÕt-- donÕt slice yourself,Ó Amanda cautioned Mark, gazing at him
with wide, concerned eyes.
ÒYes,Ó Kelli agreed.
Mark cut two slices from the ham and asked Kelli for her plate. She
lifted it off the table and held it out to him. He picked up the sliced ham
with the blade of his knife, balancing it with the large fork he held in his
other hand. He placed the ham on her plate. She thanked him. He nodded.
He told Amanda to give him her plate. She lifted hers and held it up. He
placed three slices of ham on her plate.
ÒMark, I canÕt eat that much,Ó Amanda said.
ÒPerhaps soon youÕll be eating for two,Ó Mark told her.
ÒWhat?Ó Amanda asked.
ÒJust kidding,Ó Mark said. He cut five slices of ham for himself and
had Amanda fetch his plate for him, and he piled them on his plate and
then sat down. Kelli spooned mashed potatoes and gravy onto her plate.
ÒKelli! If you put any more gravy on your plate you can go swimming
in it!Ó Amanda scolded. The girl frowned.
ÒMy mashed potatoes LIKE to go swimming! And my ham too,Ó Kelli
said.
They ate. As they did, Mark allowed himself to admire KelliÕs
breasts. Despite being a virgin, and quite slender, the girl ate lustily, as
if she herself were expecting. Every movement of her body set her large
breasts to quivering. The nipples were hard, despite the warmth of the
kitchen. The house didnÕt have a formal dining room, but the kitchen was
large, big enough to accommodate a table, and Mark couldnÕt have been
happier as he ate a well-cooked meal on fine china, with real silverware,
with two lovely young women, free to display his cock to them and to
Admire KelliÕs nude 13-year-old body. How large her breasts were! He
wondered if there were another child in all of Utah that had such well-
developed breasts. She could have put many women to shame with those
mouth-watering young gourds. And yet her aunt, sitting next to her, was
even more gloriously endowed. Her voluptuous breasts were like
cantaloupes, big and yet firm, with uptilted nipples that, slowly rising as
she ate, teased and tested the straining bra that attempted to keep them
hidden.
ÒIs there some reason youÕre being so modest?Ó Mark asked Amanda.
ÒHuh?Ó Amanda, with food in her mouth, chewing her ham, asked.
Mark pointed to her bra. It was tiny, barely covering the nipples. But
compared to Mark, and her little niece, she was well-dressed, for they
wore nothing at all.
ÒOh, Mark. Am I wearing too much for you?Ó Amanda asked, giving
him a wry smile.
ÒYes. Unless youÕd rather I look at your niece,Ó Mark said. Touche.
Amanda frowned. She looked over at Kelli, at the girlÕs nude,
delicately trembling breasts. Kelli began cutting her second slice of ham
and as she worked at it, slopping gravy off her plate and onto AmandaÕs
fine linen table cloth, her breasts began wobbling violently.
ÒIÕve half a mind to let you take her upstairs and do her right now,Ó
Amanda said ruefully to Mark.
ÒWhat?Ó Kelli, looking up from her ham, asked.
ÒTry not to spill your swimming pool all over my table cloth,Ó
Amanda told Kelli.
ÒOoops!Ó Kelli said. ÒSorry, auntie.Ó
ÒItÕs okay, dear. Someday youÕll be a woman and have a 13-year-old
niece,Ó Amanda said to the girl.
ÒBut IÕll be smart,Ó Kelli said. ÒIÕll make her eat her dinner
outside.Ó
ÒWould you really like to be deflowered?Ó Amanda asked the girl.
ÒYes!Ó Kelli said.
ÒWhat if more than one man does it?Ó Amanda asked.
Without even stopping, still cutting her ham, Kelli said, ÒItÕs okay.
As long as the guys are as handsome as Mark.Ó Then, taking a piece of ham
off her plate, Kelli popped it in her mouth and smiled at Mark. Her large
breasts jiggled.
Mark looked at Amanda. ÒWhat do you mean, Ômore than one guyÕ?
You were so opposed-- now are you trying to arrange an orgy?Ó
Amanda put down her knife and fork. ÒI donÕt have to,Ó Amanda told
Mark. ÒDo you know Valerie?Ó
ÒUmmm,Ó Mark said, thinking.
ÒStop staring at KelliÕs tits and tell me. Do you know Valerie?Ó
Amanda asked again. Mark blushed. He remembered all too well. Valerie
the Valkyrie, heÕd called her, but only to himself. She was blonde. She
was 23. She looked no older than 16. SheÕd apparently been a virgin for
much of her life, living under strict parents. When she finally blossomed,
she did it in a spectacular way, like a firecracker exploding out of its red
casing. In a month sheÕd gone from being a sheltered religious student, at
a Church-funded college, to a dominatrix. There had been a lot of sexual
energy under her fine white skin, and Mark had been fortunate, or perhaps
unfortunate enough, depending on how you viewed it, to be standing well
within the blast radius when Valerie blew. He remembered long nights in
her hands. She had learned how to wield a whip on his back. She had
trained herself with a dildo in his ass. And his poor penis! He was lucky
he still had it, thatÕs all he could say on that point.
ÒMark, do you or donÕt you?Ó Amanda asked again.
ÒYeah, sure,Ó Mark said, as nonchalantly as he could.
ÒWeÕll sheÕs having an orgy tonight,Ó Amanda said.
ÒThatÕs... uh... surprising,Ó was all Mark could think to say.
ÒYes, I thought so too, considering itÕs only Tuesday,Ó Amanda
reflected.
ÒI thought she was a divinity student,Ó Mark said.
ÒShe still is,Ó Amanda said. ÒHer father told her that if she
continues to behave, heÕll pay her way all the way up to the Ph.d level.
HeÕs a Church elder. He made lots of money with a chain of muffler stores.
But he wants to have a Ph.d in the family. A Ph.d in divinity.Ó
ÒOf course. Who wouldnÕt?Ó Mark said.
ÒAnyway, I recently met her,Ó Amanda said. ÒWe had coffee
together. She looked so young! I thought she was still in high school.Ó
ÒSo did I,Ó Mark said.
ÒOh, so then you must not have had an affair with her, because sheÕs
too old for you,Ó Amanda said, with a rueful glance from Mark to her niece.
ÒUm, yes,Ó Mark said.
ÒWell, anyway, sheÕs not in high school. SheÕs studying for her
MasterÕs Degree right now,Ó Amanda continued. ÒIn divinity. She lives in a
wonderful big house, a present from her father for graduating with her
bachelorÕs. She confided in me that she has parties sometimes... you
know... orgies. She asked if IÕd come to one.Ó
ÒAnd what did you say?Ó Mark asked, feeling his penis thicken under
the table, straining to grow even larger. His balls churned.
ÒI said I might,Ó Amanda smiled. ÒAnd now sheÕs called me. Just as
I was getting dinner ready. She said to come over later tonight, if weÕre
interested.Ó
ÒMmmm,Ó Mark said. He felt pre-cum ooze from the tip of his penis.
It was a big drop, and a moment later it detached itself from his penis and
fell to the floor. He wondered if Amanda was becoming as aroused as he
was, talking about the eveningÕs possibilities. He saw her shift forward
in her chair.
ÒOh, this suit is too tight,Ó Amanda said suddenly. She reached down
and tugged at her bikini panties.
ÒDonÕt wear one,Ó Kelli told her, putting another piece of ham in her
mouth. The girl was still idly kicking the table leg.
ÒOh. ItÕs getting chilly,Ó Amanda said. She stood up. A window was
open, facing out toward the back yard. In the desert the temperature
dropped quickly at nightfall and Mark could feel a distinct chill to the
breeze as it wafted in through the window. Amanda walked over and
closed it. Mark watched her behind as she walked. It was bare, save for a
single thong that ran up AmandaÕs butt crack. Outside, when she tanned,
Amanda wore normal panties, with a full back. This left her ass cheeks
startlingly white, in contrast to her well-tanned body. Mark gazed after
AmandaÕs bottom, and licked his lips. He knew what depravities Valerie
was capable of. He wondered if Amanda knew. He wondered too, if they
did attend ValerieÕs party, if AmandaÕs bottom would be so pristinely
white in the morning. He guessed not.
Amanda turned up the kitchen thermostat and returned to her seat.
ÒSo, what do you think?Ó she asked Mark, as she resumed eating. Mark
considered the possibilities. It was cold outside. The weather service,
which was usually wrong but which, perversely, might be right this
evening, for the weather outside was absolutely calm, had predicted a
severe thunderstorm. Here, in their little house, they were safe and warm.
They were naked and free, untouched, with nothing more threatening than
MarkÕs cock to harm them. At ValerieÕs, things would be entirely
different. She had a dungeon, which, although it could be heated, she loved
to leave cold. They were merely naked here, at AmandaÕs, but at ValerieÕs
they would be expected to clothe themselves in things almost too obscene
to contemplate: nipple clamps, cock rings, chastity belts that were
anything but, being equipped with dildos of massive proportions. Here
they might, at most, suffer a chilly breeze on their backs, and only if they
failed to close the window. There they would be whipped, perhaps
mercilessly, and bear for several days afterward the marks of their
punishment.
ÒI... I guess weÕll go,Ó Mark said. He knew it was his cock speaking,
not his mouth, or at least it felt like that, for he felt his cock jump when
he said it.
ÒShe seemed very nice,Ó Amanda said. ÒAlthough,Ó she added,
cutting into a slice of ham, Òshe did admit to me that she has some
rather... unusual tastes.Ó
ÒIt will be rather like a Bottom Party,Ó Mark said.
ÒWeally? GWEAT!Ó Kelli piped up, her mouth full of mashed potatoes.
There was gravy dribbling down her chin and Mark knew that she, if not
Amanda, had absolutely no idea what she was getting herself into.
ÒWell, then I suppose weÕll kill two birds with one stone,Ó Amanda
said, with a rueful glance at her niece.
ÒOh, my! Is this the debutante?Ó Valerie asked when theyÕd arrived
and been let into the house. She took their coats. She winked at Mark,
betraying nothing of their past life together.
ÒYes,Ó Kelli said happily. Under her coat she wore an elegant red
nightgown. It closed over her breasts with a single clasp. Otherwise it
had no clasps, and hung open, revealing her bare belly and, below that, a
deliciously small pair of red panties. KelliÕs legs and shoulders and arms
were bare. Only two straps, thin as spaghetti, held up her gown, trailing
up over her shoulders like threads waiting to be broken. On her feet she
wore high heels, which gave her a bit of trouble walking, for she was used
to sneakers. Her hair was perfect. Her aunt had removed the excess of
makeup sheÕd put on her face for the party. Her nails glistened, well-
painted with silver glitter, her fingernails matching her toenails.
Earrings dangled from her earlobes, but her luxurious shoulder-length
blonde hair obscured them.
Valerie had hair the same color as Kelli, but it was much longer.
ValerieÕs hair, in true schoolgirl fashion, hung down past her waist. She
wore a bow in the back of her hair, high up, where part of her luxurious
hair had been bound into a ponytail. It hung, along with the rest of her
hair, down her back. Mark salivated as he looked at her. She would still
appear clothed, in her hair, even after the outfit she was wearing came
off.
Nonetheless, even now, dressed in clothes and with her hair draping
down the sides of her body, and behind, and a little in front, where some
unmanaged strands fell down over her breasts, and trailed on down past
her hips, Valerie was provocative. She wore a small leather skirt. It was
terribly short. It skimmed the very tops of her thighs. As Valerie moved,
Mark caught brief glimpses of her pubic bush. When she turned, he was
treated to sudden, heart-stopping views of the lowest part of her bottom
cheeks. ValerieÕs legs were bare, down to the mid-point of her thighs.
There, black fishnet stockings hugged her thighs tightly. Just below her
stockingtops were the cuffed tops of the longest pair of black boots Mark
had ever seen. They glistened with polish and he had no doubt that one of
the men he heard, talking in the next room, had spent the whole day being
required to polish those boots. They were spit-shined, from toe to cuff,
each one of them. Mark shuddered as he remembered how Valerie had made
him polish her favorite black pumps. Before he could call it a day, after
hours of polishing, he was required to spend himself on her pumps, and
then rub them hard, until his sperm was worked deep into the leather.
Then he had been required to apply a final, very thin coat of polish, and rub
for another hour, taking out the smell of the sperm but leaving the gloss.
Above her sperm-coated boots, above her sinfully skimpy dress,
underneath which the young divinity student had neglected to wear
panties, Valerie wore a tight silk top. However even this was
breathtaking, not for itself, but for what was underneath it. The silk was
transparent. Under it Mark saw a black leather corset. It was adorned
with small, silver chains. Despite the elaborate nature of the chains, and
of the ties which bound the corset closed in back, the corset was too short
to cover ValerieÕs breasts. It merely pushed them up, quite obscenely,
offering her bare nipples under her blouse like ripe fruit.
Amanda was dressed more conservatively. She wore jeans, but with
slits in the knees, where her perfect, unspoiled knees, which had never
known strawberries, because Amanda was not inclined toward athletics,
poked through the denim. Below her jeans she wore pumps. Above them
she wore a top, tied off under her belly, which she left bare. Over her top
sheÕd worn her coat but that now hung in AmandaÕs closet. Wearing
panties under her jeans but no bra, AmandaÕs nipples suddenly became
visible as twin thorns in her shirt.
ÒMy, arenÕt we well endowed,Ó Valerie smiled, gazing at AmandaÕs
considerable bust.
ÒThank you,Ó Amanda blushed. She bit her lip and seemed to be
trying to will her nipples into submission. Instead, they became more
rigid.
ÒShould I take off my panties now?Ó Kelli asked.
ÒMy, how eager you are to have your cherry popped!Ó Valerie
exclaimed. ÒNo, dear. You will unveil yourself in the living room, in front
of my other guests. But first I want to chat a moment about what the
night will entail.Ó She looked at Amanda. ÒMay I?Ó she asked.
ÒYes. Of course,Ó Amanda said. She was holding KelliÕs hand so the
girl wouldnÕt trip in her new heels. She let Valerie take the girlÕs hand.
The blonde led Kelli down the hall, past the closet where their coats hung,
and through a door. Before she closed the door behind herself and Kelli she
peeked out of the doorway and called to Mark and Amanda: ÒPlease. Go on
into the living room and meet the other guests. Kelli and I will be with
you shortly.Ó
Mark took AmandaÕs hand. He smiled at her. She smiled back,
nervously. Together they walked down the hall and through an open portal,
cut in the hallway wall. There was no need to open a door. They simply
passed under an arch from the hall into the living room. There they found
two smiling men and women. They were given drinks. They sat down.
Everyone was clothed. It might have been any party, the men all in suits,
looking refined and dignified, the women racily dressed, but not
inexcusably so. It might have been any late-night soiree in a club
downtown, or in a private home. Only Valerie was dressed with
exceptional provocativeness, but with her long hair, even she might have
gotten away with her attire, and if sheÕd opted for panties nobody would
have said a thing.
ÒSo. How are you?Ó Beth, putting a glass of Chablis to her lips,
asked Amanda.
ÒFine,Ó Amanda answered.
ÒI hear this woman has some pretty wild parties,Ó BethÕs lover,
clasping her hand and sitting beside her, said.
ÒSo IÕve heard,Ó Mark said. He cleared his throat. Amanda gave him a
suspicious glance.
ÒActually,Ó a deep male voice spoke up. It was the other man. He
was quite burly and had close-cropped dark hair. There was a girl beside
him. She looked very docile. She also had rings under her eyes, as if she
hadnÕt been getting enough sleep. ÒActually,Ó the man began again. ÒIÕve
been here all weekend. Her too,Ó he added, almost as an afterthought,
nodding at the girl who huddled beside him. ÒYou should not be under any
mis-impressions. Valerie looks like a schoolgirl, and does in fact study
religion at her college. But here in her home sheÕs studying only that part
of religion that has to do with the Inquisition.Ó
Beth shivered visibly. Mark felt Amanda tremble beside him. The
docile girl, whose name was Mary, hugged the man beside her more closely.
But he seemed indifferent to her. Except, that is, for the sexual pleasure
she might give him, for Mark noticed the man, whose name was Bill, had a
quite substantial bulge in the groin of his pants.
ÒThe Inquisition?Ó Beth asked. Her face had turned white. Her lover
squeezed her hand.
ÒYes... you know... confessions and all that,Ó he said, and Mark
wondered just how little Beth knew of the coming night.
In the private room off the hall, Valerie was giving Kelli the details
of her initiation. Already she had managed to kiss the girlÕs cheek, and
now, with no protest from the girl, who wished to be compliant, she was
palming her young bosom.
ÒTonight, my sweet dear, there will be certain intimacies,Ó Valerie
said. ÒThe most private parts of yourself will be opened for you.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Kelli agreed. Valerie let go of her bosom and her fingers
trailed gently down her flat belly. ÒRight here,Ó Valerie said. She cupped
the girlÕs sex.
ÒYes,Ó Kelli said again, rather breathlessly. Valerie looked down and
slipped her hand inside the girlÕs panties. Kelli flinched.
ÒOh!Ó Kelli cried.
ÒShhhh,Ó Valerie scolded her. She began to rub the girl. Expertly she
nudged open her virgin lips and found, with the tip of her finger, the girlÕs
clit.
ÒOHHHH!Ó Kelli bleated.
ÒShhhh,Ó Valerie said again. ÒTonight you are a girl. But in the
morning you will be a woman,Ó Valerie said. ÒIs that what you want?Ó
Valerie aided herself in provoking the desired response by suave
movements of her finger around the edge of KelliÕs small button.
ÒYessss,Ó Kelli hissed happily. She bucked her hips. Valerie smiled.
ÒYou will be quite tight, I am sure, and I want to make certain that
the job is done completely and properly,Ó Valerie told the youth.
ÒTherefore I will insist that all three men do you, one after another. And
you must wet each one first, with your tongue, so that he can penetrate
you right to your core.Ó
ÒYessss!Ó Kelli gasped, but really she had no choice in picking her
words, for Valerie was smoothly bringing an orgasm forth from the girlÕs
belly.
ÒIn addition,Ó Valerie said, ÒAs you enter into womanhood, you must
confess all your sins. Every sexual thing you did as a child. In front of
your aunt.Ó
ÒNoooo,Ó Kelli managed to say.
ÒDonÕt worry. I will assist you,Ó Valerie told the girl. ÒI have
certain implements at my disposal. Things you might see if you go riding.
Have you ever gone riding?Ó
ÒIÕd LIKE tooo,Ó Kelli confessed, thinking of Mark with his enormous,
beautiful hard-on.
ÒYes, we girls all love to go riding,Ó Valerie laughed. ÒBut I mean
things you might see in a barn. Whips, riding crops, those sorts of things.
Have you ever ridden horses?Ó
ÒA likkle,Ó Kelli said. ÒI took lesssons when I was 10,Ó she said,
slurring her words, ÒThree summers ago.Ó
ÒDo you remember seeing whips in the barn?Ó Valerie asked.
ÒI tink so,Ó Kelli said.
ÒWell that is what I have for you tonight, to help you confess
everything,Ó Valerie said. ÒOf course it will be painful for you to tell
everything, but you must, and I will apply the whips and the crops as I feel
they are needed to help you say everything you must.Ó
ÒYessss,Ó Kelli said, her tummy trembling, the finger within her lips
taking her right to the brink of desire.
ÒNow cum,Ó Valerie said, with sudden roughness to the girl. ÒCum in
your panties.Ó
ÒOh but IÕll WET them!Ó Kelli said, but it was too late, and she spent
her dew into the smooth fine silk of her panties.
When she entered the living room, Kelli was blushing. Mark gazed at
her in surprise. Then he heard Amanda utter a little ÒOh!Ó as she saw the
wet spot in the crotch of the girlÕs panties. It was a big stain, and Mark
could see that, in a matter of minutes, the girl had somehow come
profusely into her undies.
ÒSheÕs gotten a little ahead of the rest of us,Ó Valerie, who wasnÕt
blushing at all, said to the guests. ÒAnd now sheÕs going to unveil herself.
Please watch, everyone. SheÕs a virgin. But soon she wonÕt be.Ó
Valerie strode away from the girl and sat down. KelliÕs blush
deepened. She gazed around the room, avoiding the eyes of her aunt. Then,
turning slightly, she smiled. She lifted her hands and undid the clasp at
her bosom. Her gown fell open.
ÒSee? My tits!Ó Kelli said. She arched her back and showed the
profound maturity of her breasts, so large on such a small body.
ÒGood Lord! All her baby fat has gone into her bust!Ó Steven, BethÕs
lover, exclaimed.
ÒAnd now IÕm going to show you my pussy,Ó Kelli said. She leaned
forward. Her glorious bosoms shuddered as she took hold of the waistband
of her undies. Slowly, almost afraid, it seemed, to unveil her private, yet
wishing too to have the men see it, and admire her beauty, Kelli pulled
down her panties. Her pubic mound came into view. It was a light fringe
of blonde hair, nothing more. She patted it happily, then continued
lowering her panties until they fell, of their own accord, down her slim
legs to her ankles.
Gracefully Kelli lifted one foot out of the leghole of her panties.
Suddenly she tottered, as if about to fall. Quick as a pouncing Vampire,
Valerie was up out of her chair and by the girlÕs side. She caught her by
her wrist before she could fall.
ÒThere. YouÕre doing quite well, dear,Ó Valerie reassured the girl.
As Kelli held the womanÕs hand she lifted her other foot out of her panties.
She stood before the assembled guests in just her high heels, and her
opened gown. Without letting go of KelliÕs hand, Valerie bent and picked
up the girlÕs panties. They were small, and delicate. Virgin panties. Mark
wondered if he might take them from Valerie for a keepsake. But Valerie
had other ideas. ÒHere. Take hold of them,Ó Valerie said to Kelli, still
clasping the girlÕs hand. Kelli obeyed. ÒNow pull,Ó Valerie said.
ÒHuh?Ó Kelli asked. With one hand she was holding ValerieÕs hand,
with the other the waistband of her panties.
ÒPull on your panties. You pull on that side, IÕll pull on this side,Ó
Valerie told her.
ÒBut theyÕll tear!Ó Kelli said.
ÒYes. ThatÕs the point, dear. ItÕs a symbol, for something much more
precious that you own that will be torn soon.Ó
ÒOhhh,Ó Kelli said. She seemed slightly bemused, but she yanked,
just a little, on her panties. Valerie yanked harder. Once, then again, Kelli
smiling a bit now and yanking from her end.
RIIIIIP! went the panties. Kelli found herself holding torn lace.
Valerie smiled and took the panties out of her hand. ÒWeÕll save whatÕs
left. For a gag,Ó Valerie told the girl.
Naked, with nothing now but her open gown to protect her, which
couldnÕt be closed, except over the bust, Kelli was led over to Mark.
ÒHi Mark,Ó Kelli blushed.
ÒKiss him and ask him to fuck you,Ó Valerie told the girl. Kelli, who
had never been fucked and didnÕt know quite what she was getting herself
into, smiled and said, ÒPlease fuck me, Mark.Ó
ÒVery good,Ó Valerie told the girl. She ignored Amanda, who was
frowning, and led Kelli next to Bill. ÒNow again,Ó Valerie told the girl.
Kelli stood on tiptoe and whispered to Valerie.
ÒHmmm?Ó Valerie asked. The girl whispered again.
ÒOh. His name is Bill. But really, itÕs unimportant,Ó Valerie said.
ÒPlease fuck me... Bill,Ó Kelli said.
Ignoring Mary, who in any event had no penis, Valerie took the girl to
the final man in the room, Steven.
ÒNow again,Ó Valerie said. ÒNever mind the name. Just ask him to
fuck you. Look how hard he is already! You can see the bulge in his
crotch.Ó
And indeed Kelli could, for, although she had not dared to look in her
auntÕs eyes, she had gazed quite pointedly, and with interest, at each
manÕs groin before and after she spoke to him.
ÒPlease fuck me,Ó Kelli said to Steven.
ÒNow I have a special place for a girl like yourself, built especially
for fucking,Ó Valerie said to Kelli. She led the girl over to a wall where a
damask curtain hung. She clasped a rope and drew the curtain back, and a
gasp went up from the assembled guests. The wall had a hole in it! It was
low down, near the floor, and Mark instantly saw that it was just the right
height for a kneeling girl to put her head through. It was a new addition to
ValerieÕs home. It hadnÕt been here when heÕd had his fling with her. The
wall had been solid then. ÒYou bend down, on your knees, and then you put
your head in the hole,Ó Valerie told Kelli, who looked puzzled. The woman
let go of KelliÕs hand and took two cushions from the sofa. She laid them
at the girlÕs feet. ÒKneel down on these,Ó Valerie said. She kicked the
cushions with her foot so that they were about two feet apart, which
would mean Kelli would have to spread her legs to get her knees properly
on them.
ÒYou want me to get down on the floor?Ó Kelli asked.
ÒYes, but IÕll take your pretty gown off you first,Ó Valerie said. She
turned the girl with a delicate touch. She put the girlÕs back to her and
then, after briefly stroking the girlÕs hair, she lifted it off her back and
slipped both hands underneath it and took hold of her gown.
RIIIIIIP! went the gown.
ÒOh!Ó Kelli exclaimed.
ÒIt is ceremonial dear. DonÕt be alarmed,Ó Valerie said to Kelli.
Then she finished ripping the gown from the girl, who was now trembling
visibly. She tossed the torn fabric away. It landed on the couch where the
cushions had been.
ÒDown on your knees!Ó Valerie said in a voice that was notable for
its sternness. Kelli obeyed, shivering. She tossed back her hair and looked
over her shoulder at her aunt. There was a frightened look in her eyes.
Amanda squeezed MarkÕs hand but said nothing. ÒYou are being very good,Ó
Valerie said to Kelli. She bent and stroked the girlÕs hair. Slowly she bent
her head round so that she was facing the hole in the wall. ÒNow crawl
forward. DonÕt be shy. This is your special moment,Ó Valerie told Kelli.
ÒYes,Ó Kelli agreed, though she sounded quite sheepish. Like a small
lamb she was urged forward by her hair, which Valerie now gripped with
her hand. ÒAll the way in,Ó Valerie urged the girl, as KelliÕs head began to
pass into the wall. Valerie gave the girl a playful slap on her bottom.
ÒOW!Ó Kelli said, in a voice too loud for such a tender, gentle slap.
ÒMy you are going to need the gag, arenÕt you?Ó Valerie laughed.
Somehow this compelled the girl to be more obedient, and without further
ado she popped her head through the hole.
ÒMark. Please come here. She must taste your penis first,Ó Valerie
said. Then she beckoned Amanda. ÒYou must hold her. She is your niece,Ó
Valerie said.
Mark and Amanda rose. Holding hands, they crossed the room. Then
Valerie separated them. She took Mark around through an interior
archway, which was at the far end of the living room, and placed quite
near the hole in the wall. It was not the archway that led into the hall
but, rather, an arch that led from the living room into a formal dining
room. Mark found KelliÕs head on the other side of the wall, staring up at
him rather gullibly. He saw two cushions already lying on the floor
beneath her face.
ÒKneel down. Feed her your cock,Ó Valerie said to Mark. ÒSlowly. Do
not gag her. Do not give her more than she can take. She will have quite
an ordeal tonight as it is, I donÕt want her choking on the other side of the
wall as the first man penetrates her.Ó
ÒWhat? I will not be the first?Ó Mark asked.
ÒYou will break her hymen, but I want her to feel a penis at her
cuntlips first. Always she must have penis now, and since you must be on
this side, giving her a taste of cock, I will have Bill slip her just a little
of himself. DonÕt worry. He is well trained. He will do just as I say. And
you will get the enjoyment of seeing her face as the first cock presses
upon her.
ÒI could do that in the missionary position,Ó Mark said.
ÒAh, but when she utters a little Ôoh!Õ as she most certainly will,
when she feels the penis, that is when you will pop yourself into her
mouth,Ó Valerie told Mark. Then she kissed him, and Kelli was forced to
look up, haplessly, at her lover being kissed by another woman.
Finally Mark knelt down. He unzipped himself. He presented the
young 13-year-old girl with his penis. She looked at his cock with wide
eyes. But she kept her lips closed, for she was trembling, and her mind,
despite the beauty of MarkÕs cock, and her affection for it, was occupied
elsewhere.
ÒOh!Ó Kelli said, suddenly. Mark nearly forgot what he was to do.
Then he remembered, and shoved himself into her mouth.
ÒOoook!Ó Kelli protested, for in that moment she received her first
taste of cock at both ends.
ÒVery good, very good,Ó Valerie could be heard saying from the other
side of the wall. ÒNow rock. Back and forth. Let her feel the pressure of
your penis separating her cunt lips.Ó
Inspired by this lewd commentary, Mark himself began to rock. He
already had three inches of himself in the girl and, drawing back just a
little, he attempted to give her a fourth.
ÒGoook!Ó Kelli said. Her delicate nose snorted. Her eyes bulged in
her face.
ÒDonÕt sperm her, man! Why are you so excited?Ó Mark heard Valerie
yell. He looked up in alarm from KelliÕs face.
ÒI canÕt help myself!Ó Bill shouted.
ÒDonÕt push!Ó Valerie warned.
ÒGood God! Is he shooting his scum up you?Ó Mark asked Kelli. But
his penis was deep in the girlÕs mouth, and all she could do was issue a
garbled cry.
And so that was in fact KelliÕs first sperming, though her hymen,
upon inspection by Valerie, was found to be still intact.
Mark nearly lost himself in KelliÕs mouth when he realized what had
happened. Yet somehow he held himself in, and so, a few minutes later, he
found himself presenting his cock to her backside, as Steven, called upon
early, due to BillÕs misfortune, knelt before her mouth.
ÒGo as deep as you like. Her cherry is yours to take,Ó Valerie added.
Then, squirting some oil on MarkÕs dick to ease the process, she added,
ÒDonÕt come too soon. She must be popped and if you canÕt do it, then IÕll
give Steven the job.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Mark said, though he looked a little afraid. Had it been any
other woman he probably would have told her to go to Hell. He would take
the girl in his own time, and if not tonight, for some reason, then another
night. But he already had experience of Valerie. He already knew how
quickly and defiantly she could move, against a manÕs sternest, most
deeply held wishes. He had already suffered the whipping of his life at her
hands, when, disobeying her, he had failed to notice a penis clamp in her
small fist. Quick as a bat it was locked around the base of his dick, and
Valerie had darted away, and picked up a small metal box that looked like
the box Mark had used, as a boy, to control toy locomotives. But this box
wasnÕt connected to a train, and his penis wasnÕt a toy. Yet Valerie must
have thought it was, for by an AM radio wave, emanating from the box, she
controlled the tightness of the clamp on his penis. It got very tight, very
fast. Mark screamed. In addition to tightening, the box gave off an
electric charge.
ÒThey use something quite like this to control prisoners in prisons
nowadays, though IÕve modified this model a little,Ó Valerie had called to
Mark, from across the room. ÒDonÕt try to run at me, and donÕt try to run
away. Even around a corner, or in another room, I can control you, just like
you can listen to your radio in your house. For you see, this box uses radio
waves, not some silly wire.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Mark had gasped. And heÕd worn that infernal Òpenis cuffÓ all
the rest of the day, doing whatever Valerie asked. HeÕd even licked her
bottom for her after she used the toilet, though he found it disgusting.
So now it was with considerable anxiety that he took the girl heÕd
grown so fond of. He felt no joy. Instead, mingled with his guilt, he felt
an intense desire to be her first. He HAD to do it, no matter how tight he
found her. He could not fail, or some man he didnÕt even know would
remove her prize. He cursed himself for coming to see Valerie. But there
was nothing he could do, now. He had let his penis make up his mind for
him. He had thought that it would be more fun to have not only Kelli but
also to have other women, all in one night. Kelli plus an orgy. He realized
now, like the dog after dropping his bone in the river, that he should have
been satisfied with what he had: a virgin, on his own terms, deflowered in
the privacy of her auntÕs home. Now he was at the home of a sex-crazed
ÒdivinityÓ student, whose body, though divine, and whose choice of guests,
though impeccable, left him under so much pressure that he feared he
would fail.
He did not. With a sudden cry of triumph, as Kelli lurched forward
under his assault, he realized heÕd gotten her cherry. A trickle of blood
issued out of her cuntlips and trailed along the shaft of his penis.
ÒVery excellent, Mark,Ó Valerie, who was not unaware of the manÕs
misgivings, complimented him. ÒNow go all the way in. Deep. Right to her
womb, and release your seed. Your sperm must catch up to BillÕs. As you
know there is often a natural hole at the centerpoint of a girlÕs hymen. He
undoubtedly shot some of himself through it and she may already be
offering him some of her eggs.Ó
ÒYessss,Ó Mark agreed. He felt his cock thicken to a final,
bewitching width, extremely large, that meant he was about to experience
a release. Abruptly he shoved deeper. He had little regard for Kelli, for
her head, which might have protested his entry, was on the other side of
the wall. Despite his size he thrust randily, thoughtlessly, plunging more
deeply with every indriving stroke of his cock. Distantly he heard
screaming, a kind of muffled screaming, but he was concentrating too hard
on holding himself back to think about what it could be. Deeper he went,
and still deeper. He noticed the screaming reach a kind of fever pitch.
Suddenly, bumping against the back wall of KelliÕs womb, he realized he
was in as far as his penis could go. There was still a considerable amount
of himself to thrust in, for Kelli was very young, and still quite small,
despite the splendor of her breasts.
Mark gave a sigh of relief. He grinned triumphantly. He wanted to
shout too, but he was concentrating too much on his dick, and on the
seemingly wicked tightness that encompassed it. With a burst of joy he
expelled himself deep into the girlÕs womb. When he was done he went
round to her front, where he found that her screaming mouth had been
inundated by StevenÕs seed. The man had found himself too excited by the
girlÕs plight to hold himself back.
ÒThere, there. ItÕs over now,Ó Mark, his once enormous cock now
grown limp, consoled the girl. She looked up at him, weeping, her face a
mask of pain that was only slowly regaining its composure. As Kelli
regained her senses she looked in wonder at his penis. It was small now,
and she wondered how such a limpid thing could have deflowered her so
thoroughly. Mark kissed her brow. ÒYou have done well,Ó he said. ÒDo you
want to go home?Ó
Kelli, cured, for the moment at least, of her sexual curiosity, nodded
her head vigorously. Mark looked at Valerie, who was just now coming
through the arch to check the girlÕs condition.
ÒWeÕre leaving,Ó Mark said.
ÒWhat? But the evening has just begun,Ó Valerie said.
ÒThere will be other nights for pleasure, if this one isnÕt overdone,Ó
Mark said. He patted KelliÕs head as one might pet a dog. ÒSheÕs had
enough for now.Ó
ÒWell....Ó Valerie said. Clearly she was unhappy about releasing the
girl before having any taste of pleasure herself. Then she remembered
how well Mark had performed for her, when he was her slave, and she
decided to let him go, for the sake of the girl. After all, well-trained
slaves had a tendency to come back, even when it wasnÕt necessarily in
their best interest. ÒAlright, Mark. You have my permission,Ó Valerie
said.
Kelli fell asleep in MarkÕs arms on the way home. She was naked and
bedraggled. Her hair was matted and smelled of both Bill and StevenÕs
sperm. In her sleep she stuck her thumb in her mouth and Mark wondered
if heÕd done the right thing. But in the morning she was happy and alert
and, except for a lingering soreness in her cunt, which her aunt, after
inspecting her, assured her would go away shortly, the girl ran out and
leapt, still naked, into the pool.
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