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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SUMMER OF SIN
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Chapter Four
ÒWell, you have been opened fore and aft, and fed upon by some of the
glitterati of Paris,Ó Rebecca laughed to me the next morning. ÒWhat shall
we do for an encore?Ó
I hugged my pillow. I lay in my bed, defensively. We were home
again. Rebecca was up early, decked out in her broadbrimmed hat and a
bikini. She was lithe, graceful. She tossed back her brown hair in a
carefree way. She gazed down at me. She put her hands on her hips. She
was intent on catching the morning rays of the sun out by her pool.
ÒI donÕt want to have an encore,Ó I said testily. I knew she wished
for me to join her. But I was still sore from the night before. I put my
thumb in my mouth. I sucked upon it and closed my eyes.
ÒVery well,Ó Rebecca said. I heard her heels click upon the floor.
She turned, left. I drifted gratefully back into sleep.
That afternoon we went shopping downtown. A collection had been
made at the party the night before, in appreciation of our boldness. I
enjoyed spending the money.
ÒDoes this make us--Ó I asked Rebecca, pausing over the word in
French, not sure how to pronounce it.
ÒNo, darling,Ó Rebecca assured me. ÒWe are adventurous, but we are
not that,Ó she said.
ÒI hoped we were not,Ó I said, gulping. We were in a hattery. I put a
broadbrimmed straw hat upon my head. It was similar to the one Rebecca
owned. She adjusted it for me. She tied the ribboned chin strap under my
chin.
ÒYou look adorable,Ó Rebecca said.
A young man put some boxes down in a corner of the store, near to
where we were standing. We both turned and looked at him. He looked at
us. I judged him to be about 19. He smiled. I found his figure
extraordinary and couldnÕt help but smile back. He had broad shoulders,
long legs. His hips were trim. There was a bulge in the front of his tight
jeans. He wore a plaid shirt but it was undone down the front, displaying
a muscled chest and a flat belly. He had hair growing up his belly and over
his chest.
ÒOh, sorry,Ó the man said. He put his fingers to his shirt and began
buttoning it. ÒItÕs hot out today,Ó he said.
The proprietress of the store circled back between the hats to where
we were standing. I blushed, seeing her, for I knew my eyes betrayed an
admiration for her stockboy. She glanced at me, my hat, which was still
her hat, for I had not bought it yet. She looked at her boy. She was
RebeccaÕs age. I guessed the young man meant more to her than just
someone who labored over her boxes.
ÒI hope he is not bothering you?Ó the woman asked.
ÒOh, no,Ó Rebecca replied. I remained silent. I lowered my face,
letting the hatÕs brim cover my eyes. From under it I peered at the boyÕs
crotch, surreptitiously. How could he be so big there? Was it just the
tightness of the pants? Or had he become excited, seeing me in this hat?
I felt guilty looking at his thing but I couldnÕt help myself. ÒWe shall take
the hat,Ó Rebecca said.
ÒYes, of course,Ó the proprietress answered. ÒShe looks darling in
it.Ó
ÒThank you,Ó I whispered from under my hat, still keeping my eyes
lowered, looking at the manÕs crotch.
ÒAnything else?Ó the proprietress asked.
ÒNo. The hat will be fine,Ó Rebecca said. ÒIt is how much?Ó She
began to open her purse.
ÒYou neednÕt open that,Ó the proprietress said. Her hand darted out
and caught at the top of RebeccaÕs handbag. Gently she closed it. Her hand
remained atop it, lingering, an unspoken question in the air.
ÒOh, but I must pay you,Ó Rebecca said, and tried to open her purse
again. The proprietressesÕ fingers kept it shut.
ÒThere are any number of ways to pay for the necessities of life,Ó
the proprietress said. ÒAnd money is, I think, the most boring of all.Ó
ÒOh!Ó Rebecca said, gasping a little. The proprietress forced her
purse closed. She did not try to open it again.
ÒI live on Bourbon Street,Ó the proprietress said. ÒNumber 25. I
should be honored if she would wear the hat to tea. Three oÕclock,
perhaps? Tomorrow?Ó She glanced at the boy. ÒJohnnie, do you have
classes tomorrow?Ó
ÒOnly in the morning,Ó Johnnie said.
ÒGood,Ó the proprietress said. ÒYou will report to my home after
your classes. Call Maria and have her tend the store.Ó
ÒWhat do you think?Ó Rebecca asked. She turned to me. I lifted my
eyes. I wondered if I was still blushing. My eyes met the young manÕs and
I smiled.
ÒI want to see all the different things in Paris,Ó I said coyly. My
eyes dropped to the manÕs crotch and then lifted quickly, guiltily, and
looked into the face of the proprietress. She smiled.
ÒI shall expect you both at three then,Ó the proprietress said. ÒMy
name is Helene. And yours?Ó she asked, turning her face to Rebecca.
ÒRebecca,Ó my aunt replied. ÒAnd this is Chloe.Ó
ÒAh, a lovely name,Ó Helene said. ÒJohnnie, do not put the boxes
there. Put them up front, by the register,Ó Helene said, turning to the
stockboy. He nodded. He bent over and I watched his buttocks tense in his
jeans. He had a broad back and it spread over the boxes. His muscled arms
scooped them up. He turned, grinned at myself and Rebecca, and then
sauntered through the racks of hats up to the front of the store.
ÒIs he your boyfriend?Ó Rebecca asked Helene. ÒHe is quite
gorgeous.Ó
Helene nodded. ÒYes, I just met him,Ó she said. ÒHe is from the
Czech Republic. I invited him to claim my address as his own so he could
attend the University. At domestic rates,Ó she said.
ÒOh,Ó Rebecca said. ÒThat was kind of you.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Helene said. ÒYour friend. She is an American?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Rebecca said. ÒShe is staying with me just for the summer.Ó
ÒShe looks lovely in her new hat,Ó Helene said.
ÒThank you again for letting us have it,Ó Rebecca said.
ÒShe was made for it,Ó Helene said. ÒTomorrow, then?Ó she asked,
for the storeÕs bell rang at the front door, announcing the entry of a
customer.
ÒYes, of course,Ó Rebecca said.
We continued our shopping. I enjoyed my hat. It kept the sun off my
face. I bought a ring with a diamond at another store. We ate a late lunch
and then went home.
That night we went dancing. We did not stay out late. When we
came home we both went gratefully to bed. I was glad to be sleeping by
myself. Yet as I drifted off I wondered about tomorrowÕs tea. I felt a
strange excitement. I guessed I might fall asleep tomorrow evening
somewhere else, perhaps at 25 Bourbon Street.
He met us at the door. Rebecca and I were outfitted in short dresses.
My own fitted me like a corset. It hugged my middle. It was elaborately
tied in back. Bra cups covered the lower curves of my breasts, just barely
containing my nipples. The jellied mounds of my breasts bounced in the
cups, their tops bared. The white flesh of my mounds caught JohnnieÕs
eyes as he opened HeleneÕs front door. I blushed. He smiled. My shoulders
were nude, as was my back, down to where the dress hugged me with
corset-like firmness. I was slipped as if into a vise, bare-legged, bare-
shouldered, with my dress crossing behind the small of my back and
covering my flat belly. Twin spaghetti straps tied behind my neck kept
the cups over my breasts from falling away. A very short skirt, flaring
out from the bodice of my dress, just managed to cover my bottom. I wore
no stockings. But I did wear my new ring that IÕd bought, plus a pair of
high-heels. Around my ankles, the same color as my black dress, were two
leather ankle straps. On my head was my straw broad-brimmed hat.
Rebecca was dressed like me. She wore her straw hat. The sun
glared down on us, excusing our skimpy attire. It was summer. We could
dress salaciously without making a scene.
Johnnie, for his part, was nude, save for a pair of Speedos. I guessed
he must have been swimming or, since his hair was dry, about to. I
wondered at this, for were we not to have tea? I hoped he would join us.
Johnnie grinned. He invited us inside.
We stepped into a parlor. It had ornate decorations. Johnnie closed
the front door behind us. As soon as he had, he put his thumbs in his
swimsuit. He yanked it down off his hips, exposing his cock. He stepped
out of it. He hung it on a peg on the wall.
ÒI have to wear that to answer the door,Ó Johnnie said to us. We
blushed. We gazed at his thing. It was huge. It quavered stiffly on the
air, in time to his pulse. ÒI hope you donÕt mind,Ó Johnnie said, glancing
from us down to his cock. ÒItÕs not my idea, going nude. Helene insists.
ÔMistressÕ actually, is what I call her, in her home. She takes care of me
and I perform various... services,Ó Johnnie said. He looked at us. He
offered his brawny arm to Rebecca. ÒMay I escort you to tea?Ó he asked.
ÒI am no slouch in good-mannered gallantry, even if I am required to walk
around without any clothes on.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Rebecca said, putting a hand to her lips. ÒYes,Ó she said
again. She let Johnnie take her arm. ÒCome, Chloe,Ó she whispered to me.
JohnnieÕs cock bobbed in front of him, like some obscene fleshy log,
as he led Rebecca by her arm to the back of the house. Helene was there,
sitting on an enclosed porch. Big trees in her back yard kept prying eyes
from seeing JohnnieÕs display. She sipped tea from an ivory teacup.
ÒHello, girls,Ó Helene said. ÒMy, you dress wonderfully. And such
nice hats! Please sit down. I hope Johnnie didnÕt scare you? I prefer him
naked in this summer heat. It keeps him cooler,Ó she said.
I wondered at that. Her home was air conditioned, though the porch,
being screened in, let in some of the summer heat. The glass doors leading
out to the porch were drawn back, letting the air conditioned interior of
the home cool the porch as well. It was wasteful, but elegant, I thought.
The porch would have been too hot with the glass doors closed. The day
was too fine to have tea inside.
Johnnie seated Rebecca at the table, then myself. He had to be
careful not to let his cock jut against our bottoms. I put my hands under
my seat to get my dress under me, but it was too short, and I found myself
sitting in my panties directly on the chair. Its seat was made of wrought
iron, painted white.
ÒJohnnie, get some cushions for them to sit on. The seats are too
hard,Ó Helene said to our escort. ÒReally, I told you to do that earlier,Ó
she scolded.
ÒYes, mistress,Ó Johnnie said. He went into the house and came out
a moment later with two lace cushions. He put them on a side table,
where flowers stood in a vase. Then he picked up one and bade me lift up
my bottom so he could get it under me. I complied. Blushingly I admired
his naked cock as his strong hands fitted the cushion under my ass. I sat
down too quickly, sitting on his hands. I let out a small cry and lifted my
seat again. He adjusted the cushion, removed his hands out from under me,
and told me to sit. I did. The cushion was soft. There was lace trimming
around its edges.
Johnnie placed a cushion under RebeccaÕs fanny. She smiled. She
adjusted herself on her new seat and tossed back her hair. Helene poured
her tea, then me, passing the cups to us.
ÒMmm, itÕs good,Ó Rebecca said. She sipped her tea. ÒOrange Pekoe.Ó
ÒYes, itÕs perfect for summer, is it not?Ó Helene asked. ÒJohnnie,
dear, why donÕt you have a tie on? Go put on a tie for these young ladies
here.Ó
ÒOh, there is no need,Ó Rebecca said.
Johnnie left, then returned a moment later. A black bow tie was tied
skillfully round the base of his cock. The bow part of it faced up, toward
his chest. I gasped. Rebecca, beside me, gasped. His thing was
extraordinarily long and, despite the tie at its base, it still stuck out
usefully a good ten inches or so, providing plenty of meat for a girl who
wished to pleasure herself with it.
ÒIt is nice, decorated that way, is it not?Ó Helene asked us. ÒAnd
there is so much of him, one does not compromise its essential functions,
doing it.Ó
ÒNo, one does not,Ó Rebecca agreed. She gulped at her tea.
ÒIt is essential that I see the male penis displayed,Ó Helene said.
ÒFor my business.Ó
ÒYour business?Ó Rebecca asked.
ÒOh, I did not tell you?Ó Helene asked. She drew Johnnie toward her,
clasping at his cock with her fingers. Instinctively he knew, somehow, to
refill her cup with tea, and when he had, using a big silver pitcher on the
table, he picked up a pitcher of cream and added a dollop of it to her cup.
Then she took his cock and dipped the tip of it in her cup. She stirred her
tea with the big knobby head of his dick. Mostly just the pee-holed tip of
his cock touched her tea, for if his whole head had been plunged in it
would have spilled all the tea from her cup. ÒGive me a bit of your pre-
cum, Johnnie,Ó Helene said. She squeezed lightly on his veined shaft.
Johnnie tensed his bottomcheeks. He uttered a slight groan. ÒYes, thatÕs
it,Ó Helene said. She lifted the tip of his hard cock out of her tea and
watched as a big dollop of pre-seminal fluid oozed out of JohnnieÕs penis.
It plopped into her cup. ÒMmmm,Ó Helene said. She brought the warm tea
to her lips and sipped it. ÒHe has such fine control,Ó she said. She let go
of his cock. ÒGive our guests some, too,Ó she told Johnnie.
ÒOh, I--Ó Rebecca said. But Johnnie took her cup and, not allowing
her to let go of it, drew it to his crotch. He dipped his cockhead into it.
He winced slightly at the heat of the tea, then stirred her tea with his
knob.
Pre-cum, madam?Ó Johnnie asked.
ÒYes, please, if it doesnÕt take too much out of you,Ó Rebecca said.
She regarded him with awestruck eyes.
Helene stood. She walked round behind Rebecca and put her fingers
through RebeccaÕs hair. She touched her neck. She loosened the ties there,
the ties that held up the front of RebeccaÕs dress.
ÒOh!Ó Rebecca gasped.
ÒHe must be inspired a little,Ó Helene said. I watched in amazement
as RebeccaÕs bra cups were loosened. They were part of her dress, yet
separate, in a sense, for loosening the cups did nothing to lighten the
tightness of the corset-like bodice of the dress around RebeccaÕs middle.
The cups fell away. RebeccaÕs breasts spilled out. Their tips were cherry
red, and hard, in contrast to the jellied mounds themselves, which were
white and soft. Johnnie gaped at RebeccaÕs breasts. They were quite
lovely, and the sight of them caused his dick to deposit a droplet of pre-
cum into RebeccaÕs cup.
ÒYou also,Ó Helene said, coming round the table to me.
ÒOh, I do not want--!Ó I blurted, my tea cup hovering at my lips. I
held it delicately. I wished to be ladylike.
ÒDo not protest. It is summer,Ó Rebecca smiled at me. She watched
approvingly as Helene undid the strings at my neck, causing my bosoms to
pop from my dress. They jiggled freely. I felt the warm air upon them,
cooled by the outflow of air from the house, and their tips stood up.
Johnnie was brought round to me and I was forced by the intervention of
HeleneÕs hand to offer my cup to him. We held it together as he drooled a
droplet of precum into my tea.
ÒIt will add to its flavor,Ó Helene assured me.
ÒAnd provide a taste of what is yet to cum?Ó I asked, lifting my eyes
to her. I asked innocently, though it caused Rebecca and Helene to laugh.
ÒYou are wearing panties at the moment, my dear,Ó Helene said.
ÒPerhaps you should take them off if you wish to enjoy Johnnie more
fully.Ó
ÒOh, no. I do not wish to,Ó I said, quickly sipping my tea.
ÒIt is hot,Ó Rebecca said. She put down her tea. She lifted her hips.
She slipped her hands within the abbreviated folds of her dress and pulled
down her panties.
ÒYes, it is,Ó Helene agreed. Standing behind me, she did the same,
pulling down her own panties and stepping out of them. They were white.
RebeccaÕs were black. ÒPut them on the table so he can see them,Ó Helene
said. ÒIt will inspire him more.Ó
The two women placed their panties on the table as if offering silky
gifts to Johnnie, though he was only our servant, an immigrant from the
Czech Republic. He stared at them. I saw a quiver of a smile pass across
his lips. Then it faded. A slightly haunted look came to his eyes. I
wondered at it. WasnÕt he delighted to have three females at his disposal?
Helene returned to her seat. Rebecca settled back into hers. Helene
tossed back her head. She had long hair, fetchingly curled so that it
formed a mane of loose curls that tumbled round her face and down over
her shoulders. There was a blue ribbon tied into the back of her hair, in a
bow. She wore no hat, as if hats were reserved for younger girls, like
myself, to make me look sweet and childish. She had on a blue silk shirt
with a high collar. It had long sleeves. Through it I could just make out
the areolas of her breasts. They perked their nipples into the fabric of the
shirt now as she sat sipping her tea once more, regarding our naked
bosoms and JohnnieÕs bare cock. She wore a miniskirt round her waist.
Her legs were encased in white silk stockings that gripped her thighs, not
needing garters to keep them aloft. Between the tops of her stockings and
the hem of her skirt, her legs were bare. She opened them, not wearing
panties anymore, her muff free to rub itself on the lace-trimmed cushion
upon which she was sitting. Rebecca, also without panties now, wiggled a
little on the deep cushion on which she sat.
ÒIt is pleasant, is it not, going without panties?Ó Helene asked
Rebecca. My aunt smiled.
ÒIt is very pleasant, yes,Ó Rebecca said. ÒAnd cooler too.Ó
I looked again at JohnnieÕs eyes. He glanced at HeleneÕs tummy. It
was bare, flat. Her shirt was purposely too short to cover it, though her
sleeves were too long for her arms, the cuffs of them covering her hands
out to her knuckles. Helene smiled.
ÒI work him hard,Ó Helene said to Rebecca. The two women shifted
their legs wider apart, letting the cool air from the house find their
moistening slits between their legs. I longed, suddenly, to be without my
own panties. I wanted to expose my quim. How delightful to sit bare
bottomed upon the expensive lace seat cushion! To let it moisten with my
pussyÕs juices.
I reached within my dress. I waited for JohnnieÕs roving eyes to
move away from me. He was admiring us all, as any male would, yet I
sensed still that haunted look in his eyes. He looked from HeleneÕs tummy
to my tits, then to the tits of my aunt. I lifted my bottom and slid my
panties down my thighs.
ÒOh, she is doing it!Ó Helene said. All eyes darted to me. My privacy
disappeared. I blushed, my panties ringing my knees. I contemplated,
briefly, pulling my panties back up. I did not have to undress. Then the
sinfulness of the moment, the feel of the pretty cushion pressed to my
naked ass, got the better of me. I succumbed. With a glance at JohnnieÕs
big cock, I drew my panties down over my knees and let them drop to my
ankles.
ÒTake her panties, please, Johnnie, and put them on the table, where
we can see them,Ó Helene said. The young man strode over to me. Despite
the haunted look in his eyes, his cock bounced jauntily. He bent down. I
gave a small cry as he grabbed the panties ringing my ankles. He forcibly
picked up my feet. He disentangled the panties from my spiked heels. He
walked over to Helene, holding them in his hand. He gave them to her. She
held them up and admired them. They were small, pink. They had pretty
red ribbons along their sides.
ÒYes,Ó Helene said. She looked at me, then at Rebecca. She smiled.
There was a vengefulness in her eyes. She tugged at the panties, hard.
ÒOh, do not rip them!Ó I cried. I heard a tearing sound. They were
expensive panties, made without the gusset. There was no extra layer of
lining where my pussy lips pressed against the fabric. I watched as the
crotch of my panties ripped open. Then, still pulling, biting her lip
slightly, Helene ripped my undies even more. I felt tears spring to my
eyes.
Helene dropped my ruined panties on the table. Her nipples were
quite stiff now, pushing into the fabric of her shirt like twin bits of coral.
I feared the stiffness of the tips might put holes in her shirt. My own
nipples, I realized, blushing as I felt tears on my face, were just as hard.
Did I like being denuded, my panties publicly torn apart? I looked at
Johnnie. Perhaps I hoped he would somehow rescue me from this indignity.
Instead I saw a flicker of a smile cross his lips again. Then he licked
them. Pre-cum drooled from the tip of his cock and fell on the floor of the
screened-in porch. Rebecca, surprised by HeleneÕs violence toward my
panties, now let herself relax once more and smiled at me.
ÒYou will not need them, dear,Ó Rebecca said.
ÒBut when we go home?Ó I asked. Rebecca looked into her teacup and
said nothing. After a moment, she sipped her tea. ÒIt is delicious,Ó she
said to Helene.
Our hostess reached across the table to where RebeccaÕs panties lay.
She plucked them from the table with her fingers. They had long nails.
Rebecca gulped. Her own panties were without a gusset and Helene
stressed them now, pulling at them, until the crotch of them ripped wide
apart. Then Helene dropped them on the table and picked up her own
panties. Despite the expensiveness of the fabric, she pulled at them until
they tore open at the crotch. Then she pulled on them some more, until one
of the frilled sides gave way completely, leaving her panties a stringy,
useless wreck. She dropped them back on the table.
ÒThere,Ó Helene said. ÒNow we are all bereft, and can enjoy the
freedom of our pussies. Is it not nice, to spread oneÕs legs and let the air
intrude between them?Ó She looked at Rebecca. She put her hand between
her legs and diddled her cunny with a pointed finger. Rebecca watched,
wide-eyed, as Helene masturbated. So did I. The table hid the indecency
of the act but there was no doubt at all where Helene had put her hand, for
almost at once she gave a convulsive shudder. Then she sighed. ÒOoooh,Ó
she said. ÒThat feels so good. It is summer and a girl should be able to sit
outdoors, bare-bottomed, and give herself a bit of pleasure if she wishes,
donÕt you think?Ó Helene asked.
ÒYes,Ó Rebecca agreed. She was, I think, trying to be polite, agreeing
with our hostess, but Helene took her at her word.
ÒThen do it yourself, my dear,Ó Helene said. ÒThereÕs no reason to be
shy. No one can see. And we neednÕt feel like lesbians, for we have a man
with us, to admire our suffering.Ó
Rebecca glanced at Johnnie. I watched as Rebecca put down her
teacup on the table. Then her hand left the table. It slipped, I knew
without seeing, down between her legs. Rebecca jerked, her breath
catching, as her finger touched her aroused slit.
ÒOh, yes!Ó Rebecca said.
ÒIt is pleasant, yet it makes you wish for even more, does it not?Ó
Helene asked Rebecca.
ÒYes,Ó Rebecca agreed.
ÒThat is why I call it suffering,Ó Helene said. ÒIt is sweet to suffer
this way, playing in oneÕs slit, especially with a man so near.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Rebecca sighed. I gazed at them both, wide eyed. I held my
teacup aloft, too surprised to drink from it, or to put it back down on the
table. Helene looked at me.
ÒYou too,Ó she said.
ÒOh, no!Ó I answered. For I knew the moment I started, I would be
unable to stop. I would shiver with ever-increasing need until I begged to
be taken.
ÒYes,Ó Helene said. Her eyes looked at me with a hardness in them. I
shuddered. I felt myself wanting, between my legs. I dropped my hand to
the cushion, between my thighs, and flicked a finger toward my nest.
ÒTouch yourself,Ó Helene ordered.
ÒOh, please donÕt make me!Ó I cried. Yet Helene sat across the table
from me, unable to reach over to where I was sitting. Her eyes alone
commanded. ÒPlease donÕt make me,Ó I said again.
ÒChloe, be a good girl,Ó Rebecca told me.
ÒBy being bad?Ó I asked.
Rebecca smiled. ÒYes, by being bad, dear,Ó she said. Then she
emitted an involuntary sigh as her own doings caused her to suffer the
pangs of desire.
I looked at Johnnie. First at his penis, then up at his eyes. Now I
knew why they looked haunted. He was never free from HeleneÕs sexual
plottings. She worked his cock like this every day, teasing him, making
him use his tool again and again to serve her pleasure. And it was
perverse, the way she used him, making him be naked, using his dick to
stir her tea. I had no doubt there were many other tasks she had him
perform, every day. And always, if it could possibly be done that way, she
made him perform his jobs with his penis. This in addition to the normal
round of fucking I knew she must demand from him every night. He was a
walking dong, in her house. Always he had to keep himself erect and
vulnerable. The rest of his body, though it was gorgeous, mattered little
in comparison to his cock. Helene smiled.
ÒJohnnie, have you watered the plants?Ó she asked.
ÒNo, mistress,Ó Johnnie answered. ÒNot yet.Ó
ÒPlease do so,Ó Helene said.
ÒYes, mistress,Ó Johnnie replied. There were plants on the porch and
Johnnie turned and walked to the nearest one. It was a rose bush. He put
his hands on his hips. He thrust his cock carelessly into the mass of
thorned branches that made up the bush. I watched, my breath catching,
fearing he might pierce himself on a thorn. But he did not, thankfully, and
a moment later, as I watched his buttcheeks tighten, I heard a pissing
sound.
Johnnie peed on the bush. We all watched. Helene licked her lips.
Involuntarily my finger found my dell and massaged it. I heard myself
gasp.
ÒThatÕs enough, Johnnie,Ó Helene called out. I heard the flow of
urine stop, abruptly. JohnnieÕs asscheeks squeezed hard. He flexed his
torso. I guessed he was flinging spare drops of urine into the plant, so
they would not fall on the floor and be wasted. Then he turned. His big
penis, still tied with the bow, presented itself to us again. ÒDo the
others,Ó Helene told Johnnie.
ÒYes, mistress,Ó Johnnie agreed. He walked over to a poinsettia and
began peeing anew, into the pointy leaves. After a bit he stopped the flow
of his urine again, squeezing his buttcheeks tightly. Then he walked over
to a spray of narcissus flowers, growing in a clay pot. He aimed his cock
at them and let his peed on them. Finally he turned and walked over to a
cluster of tulip blossoms. He filled the flowered cups with his pee,
overspilling them, making them bend under their newfound load and droop
toward the earth. ÒI have no more... in my bladder,Ó Johnnie said to Helene,
turning toward us again. I gazed at his balls, bulging with virile firmness
between his legs. Would she make him jerk himself off on the remaining
plants? I shivered. I felt my finger intruding in my dell but had not the
will to stop it. I dithered it over my clitty and let out a moan.
ÒCome here, Johnnie,Ó Helene commanded our servant. He walked
over to her, his cock a big sausage of flesh that bobbed freely with his
every step. Droplets of urine flew off the tip, the last errant remnants of
his watering. Helene clutched at the head of his cock and inspected it.
She put her teacup to it and gently submerged the tip in the hot tea.
Johnnie tensed at the touch of the warm fluid to his cock. Helene bathed
the end of his cockhead in her cup of tea to cleanse it of pee. When she
lifted the end of JohnnieÕs cock out of her cup she waited until all the tea
had dripped off it. Then she put the big knobby head to her lips and sucked
briefly upon it. Johnnie groaned. ÒI shall expect you to service our guests
as eagerly and thoroughly as you serve me, Johnnie,Ó Helene said to the
man, not looking up in his face, however, but keeping his eyes on his cock,
addressing his pee hole.
ÒYes, mistress,Ó Johnnie said.
ÒYou must make every effort to satisfy them,Ó Helene told the man,
still looking at his cock as she spoke.
ÒYes, mistress,Ó Johnnie said. The haunted look returned to his eyes,
though he smiled, slightly.
Helene looked at me. I gazed at her, my finger between my legs
under the table, diddling my slit. I gave a sigh as my finger, paying
attention to my nubbed clit, made it hunger for even greater attention.
ÒStand up,Ó Helene said. I drew my shoulders together. I crouched a little,
recalcitrant, for I did not want to stop playing with myself, and did not
want to be seen doing it, either. ÒStand up,Ó Helene told me again.
With a great sigh I leaped to my feet. I plucked my hand from my
dell, only to put it back again, so great had my need suddenly become.
With my pussy above the level of the table, I freely fingered myself,
uncaring that they all could see what I was doing to myself. At the same
time I told myself that I was hiding my cunt from their view, for my hand
was over it, though one of my fingers was inquiring up within it.
ÒTurn around,Ó Helene told me. I gave a sigh of relief. Of course! If
I turned around they would see only my too-short miniskirt, just covering
my bottom, and not see the front anymore, where my hand, intruding in my
dell, caused my skirt to rise and display my furred mount. I turned on my
spiked heels. As I offered them a view of my bottom I frigged myself
more freely. I didnÕt have to worry about hiding my nakedness now. I
sighed as my questing finger delved deep in my lips. HeleneÕs next words
shocked me.
ÒLift her skirt in back,Ó she told Johnnie. ÒI want to see her ass.Ó
The man strode over to me. I glanced over my shoulder at him, still
too hungry for something up my twat to spare it the touch of my finger.
As I diddled myself, he gallantly lifted the back of my skirt, baring my
bottom. Helene, sitting across the table, nodded.
ÒIt is a sweet tush,Ó she said approvingly. ÒIt has still the pertness
of a childÕs bottom, the cheeks sticking out, while yet having the bell-
shaped fullness of a woman.Ó Helene looked at Rebecca. ÒIt is especially
lovely that, even with the filling out of her hips, her ass is still small. I
have a taste for spanking small bottoms. May I do hers? I promise I would
soothe it afterward.Ó
ÒShe would look quite salacious wiggling it all about under the
lash,Ó Rebecca agreed. Then she bit her lip and gasped as her finger,
playing in her slit, brought her a new tremor of pleasure.
ÒYes, it would be delightful,Ó Helene said. She too gasped, thinking
of paddling me as she played in her dell. As for myself, despite the
wickedness of the proposal, I couldnÕt stop frigging myself!
ÒWhat... implements would you use?Ó Rebecca gasped to Helene.
ÒA good sturdy paddle,Ó Helene answered. ÒShe would have to be tied
down, of course. I wouldnÕt want her running around the house. She might
break something.Ó
ÒOf course,Ó Rebecca said.
ÒYou both arrived wearing ankle straps,Ó Helene said. ÒTheyÕre quite
sexy looking. Did you intend just to tease, or...?Ó
ÒPerhaps not just to tease,Ó Rebecca replied with a fevered sigh.
ÒGood. I had hoped not,Ó Helene said. ÒIf the moment is right,
perhaps you both will get to use them for their intended purpose,Ó Helene
said to Rebecca. ÒNot just for decoration, but for their utility in
rendering one immobile.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Rebecca gasped. She was quite excited by the playing of her
finger in her cunt by now, as was I. We no longer had the good sense to say
no to such silly ideas. I felt the air upon my bare bottom and shivered.
ÒTear off her dress,Ó Helene told Johnnie.
ÒNo!Ó I cried. But before I could think how to save myself, Johnnie,
who was very strong, ripped the skirt of my dress off the corset-like
bodice. A moment later I wore only the middle part of my dress, the cups
of it undone from my breasts, the back torn away to permanently reveal
my bottom.
ÒAh, she is fetching, is she not?Ó Helene asked aloud. ÒLook how she
tenses the cheeks. She is so young. Has her bottom tasted a whip or
paddle before? A hand, even?Ó Helene asked, turning to my aunt.
Rebecca gave a little cough. ÒA little,Ó she admitted, after a
momentÕs pause.
ÒGood, then she knows the pleasure it can bring, the sweet
perversity of taking pleasure from pain,Ó Helene said.
ÒOooh! No I dooonÕt!Ó I cried, still diddling my slit like a mad girl,
my knees trembling and my bare hips shaking, offering my wobbling ass to
their view even as I tried to resist them.
ÒJohnnie, tie her hands. I do not wish for her to come until after her
lessons, as a reward,Ó Helene told the young man behind me. At once he
pulled my hand from my dell, reaching around me. His cock bumped my
fanny. His pee hole felt wet against my bare skin. It left a mark of
precum upon my flesh. I tried to keep my remaining hand from his reach,
fluttering it out away from my body, stretching my arm as far away from
myself and him as I could, but he simply grabbed my upper arm and
wrenched it back. He put my arms together behind my back. He turned me
to face my aunt and our hostess. I gasped. Tears welled up in my eyes. My
tummy sank under my ribs and my bosoms, large and heavy for my age,
wobbled freely on my chest. My nipples, traitors both, sprouted hard and
ready on my chest; ready for whatever plans Helene had for them. I
tightened my bottom against the wobbling touchings of JohnnieÕs stiff
cock.
Helene tossed my panties across the table. Johnnie caught them in
his hand.
ÒOh, no!Ó I gasped, but Johnnie paid me no mind. He wrapped my
panties around my wrists. My arms were tied behind me. ÒRebecca!Ó I
said. Wildly I looked at my aunt. She sipped her tea, a picture of
calmness, though her hand holding her teacup was trembling just a little.
She said nothing; merely looked at me and offered a weak smile. Then she
sighed, abruptly, for her other hand was still between her legs, fingering
her slit.
ÒTake her downstairs,Ó Helene said to Johnnie, dismissing us both
with a wave of her hand. ÒRebecca and I shall join you both when weÕve
finished our tea.Ó
ÒOh, nooo!Ó I cried. I wriggled hard against the firm grip of
JohnnieÕs hands. His cock, jutting against my bottom, seemed to enjoy the
jiggling of my bare ass cheeks against it.
Helene put a finger to her lips. ÒShhhh, child,Ó she said to me. ÒThe
neighbors will hear.Ó
I gasped. My hat fell off. I drew in my breath to let out a mighty
scream, to beg for help, when I noticed Johnnie bending down to the floor
to pick up my hat. My scream caught in my throat, unspoken. Carefully
Johnnie picked up my pretty new hat and replaced it on my head. I looked
into HeleneÕs eyes. She sipped her tea and smiled.
Johnnie turned me around. I struggled a little, as he pushed me
forward. But I did not scream. A moment later he and I were both in the
house. I gaped at the enclosing walls. They were prettily decorated.
Paintings, silverware in a hutch, an old victrola that played wax records
met my eyes, and surrounding it all were the silent walls with their
discreet, modest 1950Õs wallpaper. I was walked across the room, my
bare breasts bouncing, JohnnieÕs cock bobbling its head at the end of its
long stem against the crevice of my ass. My hair hung in my eyes and I
tried to shake it away, by moving my head, without losing my hat. I was
partly successful. Johnnie walked me to a door and opened it. We slipped
within the wall. I found steps. They led downward into darkness. Johnnie
flipped a light switch and the darkness was partly illuminated, down
below, down beyond the end of the bottom steps.
We went down the dark stairway together. Down to the pool of light
below. Johnnie pushed me ahead of him, like a hunter driving a small
captured fawn home to his cave. We reached the bottom of the stairs. I
gazed around. Immediately I gasped and bit my lip. I was in a dungeon!
ÒDo not be alarmed,Ó Johnnie said to me, from behind, still holding
my panty-bound wrists. ÒMistress brings me down here on a regular basis.
IÕm still in one piece.Ó
ÒOh, but--!Ó I gasped.
Johnnie removed my broad-brimmed straw hat. I felt much more
naked without it. It no longer dipped its brim low over my eyes, making
me coy. I watched as he strolled over to a peg driven into the wall and
hung up my hat. He hung it high up, so I could not reach it. Its pink ribbon
dangled down. I gazed at it helplessly. He turned and walked back to me. I
tried to run but a quick thrust of his arm caught me by my wrists and
restrained me. I looked from the stairs, to which IÕd tried to flee, back to
him, and I wilted. He was so gorgeous! His penis stuck out from his
narrow, trim hips like a sausage carved from the biggest and heftiest of
pigs. Under his swollen cock his balls hung engorged, filled with his seed.
His chest looked as if it had been carved from ivory, then sprinkled lightly
with hair and left out in the sun to bronze. His arms rippled with bulging
muscles. His stomach was flat. I felt a yearning to kiss his hard belly. I
wished to cling with my small hands to his massive prick. Surely he could
rescue me and take me away from here!
ÒI would never betray my mistress,Ó Johnnie said to me. His voice
was firm. His eyes gazed at my body with a resolve that made me shiver.
ÒBut--Ó I pleaded.
ÒDo not quarrel,Ó Johnnie said. ÒCome, I will make things as
comfortable for you as I can.Ó He drew me toward a bench. It was made of
hard, polished wood. There were two pillows on a shelf next to it.
Johnnie pulled down the pillows and, letting go of me, unfolded two crisp
white pillow cases stacked amongst some towels and covered the pillows
with them. Then he set both pillows down on the bench. He put one on top
of the other, and arranged them both so that they were in the center of the
bench. There were cords affixed to the four legs of the bench. They
waited in quiet piles to be affixed to limbs. I was too scared to move. I
watched, wide-eyed, my breasts thrust obscenely up and out in front of
me, due to my arms being tied behind my back. I curled my toes in my
high-heels. I felt the sexy ankle straps on my legs and wished I had not
chosen to be so flirtatious by wearing them.
Johnnie, nude himself except for the black bow tie bound around the
shaft of his cock, turned and faced me. We were like Adam and Eve, except
he was obscenely adorned and I was teasingly bound and corseted and
accoutered with straps. His eyes roved over my jellied breasts, savored
their quivering tips, then fell and regarded my slim hips within my corset
and my flat belly. They slipped lower, gazing into my muff. My skirt hung
fetchingly over it, but with my arms pulled back the hem of my skirt was
raised a little in front, giving a glimpse of the lowermost part of my bush.
Every little movement of my body caused the front of my skirt to twitch.
The curled hairs of my pubis were shown off like some secret meadow,
caught in snatches between the rising and falling of my dress. Finally
Johnnie let his eyes inspect in the inner curves of my thighs. They were
bare and white and unhidden by anything. He could gaze upon their
softness all he wished. Just above, a warm haven offered relief for his
prick. His penis pulsed as he looked at me. I knew he was as hungry as I
was fearful. A tremor shook him. I could see that he longed to stuff his
long thing up inside me.
ÒOh, take me if you wish, just donÕt torture me!Ó I begged. I felt my
knees wobble and would have dropped down onto them, but he reached out
and caught me by one of my bound arms.
ÒNo,Ó he said. ÒI will fuck you if and when my mistress permits it.Ó
He drew me close to him. His thick cock bumped against my corseted
waist. It left a stain upon the fabric. I looked up at him imploringly. I
felt my bottom wriggle behind me, worried of what was in store for it.
ÒOh, why?Ó I asked.
He stroked my long hair, ignoring my question. He murmured
something about my long blonde mane smelling beautiful. Then he spoke
more audibly, and his words made me shiver with uncontrollable fear.
ÒI will be with you the entire time,Ó Johnnie told me. ÒI will be here
to comfort you and to give you whatever is needed. A sip of water, a quick
bathing of the face, smelling salts...Ó Johnnie reached down and tore away
the front of my dress. I yelped. He tossed the fabric heÕd ripped off me
onto the floor. I was completely bare now, below the waist. Nothing hid
me behind or in front. Johnnie reached up and tore the halter part of my
bodice off, the part that had once covered my breasts, before heÕd untied it
upstairs. Then he cupped my nearest breast. He squeezed it. He worked
his fingers up over the fleshy cone until they were squeezing just my
nipple. ÒYou will be having your erotic parts trained here,Ó he said. ÒYour
hands, your feet.. think nothing of them. They will be bound. Here all
attention will be on what you normally keep covered. Your nipples, your
furry little pussy, and your anus. Plus your mouth, for as a girl you must
learn to use that part of yourself as erotically as your cunt. Wet your
lips,Ó Johnnie told me. I looked up at him and ran my tongue over them.
ÒYes, you have a perfect lovely mouth and you will learn to suck with it, if
you do not know how to do it already,Ó Johnnie said. ÒNow I want you to
lie down on this bench and I will prepare you for mistress.Ó He undid my
hands. My arms flew to my front and I rubbed my fingers over my wrists.
I looked up at his face. He patted my bare bottom with his hand. ÒDo not
be difficult,Ó Johnnie said. ÒLike I said, IÕll be right here with you every
step of the way.Ó
I was overwhelmed by his masculinity. It stole all my sense from
me. I walked to the bench. I even wiggled my bottom, salaciously, still
hoping he might spear me upon his cock and, loosing his seed in me, decide
only he and I needed to be together in the world, without his pesky
mistress. I felt his eyes on my bottom but he did not take me up on my
invitation.
I gazed at the bench. I tossed back my hair. I took a deep breath.
Then, biting my lip, I passed one of my legs over the bench, straddling it. I
stood wide-legged over the bench, just shy of the mounded pillows. Then I
stepped forward. I pressed my crotch into the pillows and leaned forward.
I lay down. I waggled my bottom, adjusting myself over the piled up
pillows. I turned my head and rested my cheek on the hard wood of the
bench. I gripped the sides of the bench with my hands. I lay on the bench
with my legs wide apart, my hips upraised, my feet just touching the
floor.
ÒVery good,Ó Johnnie said. ÒWould you like something under your
cheek?Ó he asked.
ÒYes,Ó I murmured. The wood was hard against my face. ÒAnd
something over my tush too.Ó
Johnnie laughed. ÒYou know I cannot do that,Ó he said. ÒYour tush
must be trained.Ó
I squeezed my eyes shut. Oh, I felt so exposed! Yet I lay upon the
bench, too scared and too overwhelmed by JohnnieÕs large masculine body
to move. Secretly, I felt proud for my willingness to face the challenges
he was presenting to me. I promised myself that I was really submitting
to him, not to his mistress. It was Johnnie who was my master, not some
woman.
Johnnie lifted my face slightly. He wedged a small cushion under my
cheek. It felt soft. It had lace-trimmed edges. I was grateful for it.
ÒThank you,Ó I murmured.
ÒNow I must tie your arms,Ó Johnnie said.
ÒOh, please donÕt,Ó I begged. But I did not move my hands, and he
lifted them one by one from the bench and wrapped wrist straps around
them. Then each of my hands was pulled down to the floor and tied off
with a cord. When Johnnie had fastened my arms, he moved down to the
other end of the bench and tied my feet to the rear legs of the bench. It
was a long bench, big enough to accommodate someone his size, and so my
feet were tied by running the cords up along the floor, under the bench,
until they reached me.
ÒThere,Ó Johnnie said. ÒYouÕre all tied. Thanks for not struggling. It
would only make my job more of a nuisance and I would be expected to
punish you for it, and you will be punished enough by mistress without me
adding to your ordeal.Ó
ÒOh, I donÕt want to be hurt!Ó I begged. I pulled at my bonds. He had
done his job well. They held me fast to the bench, and offered up my
wriggling bottom to his lusty eyes. I twisted my head. My mane of long
blonde hair swished over my back.
ÒPerhaps ÔpunishedÕ is not the right word,Ó Johnnie said. ÒIt is more
like a work out. You will be stretched, opened. Filled. It is the duty of a
female to learn to receive, and you will learn your lessons well down here.
And in addition to that you must be smacked. Think of it as a stimulation.
A good hard whacking can be good for you. It is not meant to harm you but
to enliven you, to make you more receptive. I myself have had my ass
whacked numerous times by mistress, for sins both real and invented. At
first it is alarming to be struck on the bare ass, but you get used to it.
You learn to take it in the spirit it is given, with loving, if somewhat
painfully applied, affection. Mistress does not punish those who arenÕt
young and beautiful, Ômade for the lash,Õ as she likes to put it. Imagine my
dick bouncing around as I stand with my wrists tied above my head, her
paddle swatting my bottom. Imagine my balls jangling between my legs
and you begin to see the erotic potential in such an act. Why, just last
week, she invited seven lady friends over for tea. After I served them we
came downstairs. She tied me standing upright in front of them, in the
middle of the room, with my penis bared to them, and she paddled me. It
hurt, but imagine how I felt, making an involuntary display of my cock to
their eyes. Especially since only three were women. Four were girls,
ranging in age from six to twelve. It was their first exposure to a manÕs
cock. Imagine my own alarm at having such a vulgar display made of my
groin, and in front of such tender, innocent eyes. Mistress knew that
despite my shame I enjoyed it, and she paddled me all the harder for it.
ÒAnd the girls?Ó I asked in an awe-struck, quavering voice.
ÒThey squealed and hid their eyes,Ó Johnnie said. ÒExcept for the
12-year-old. She squealed and stared. Then they all begged to see me
Ôshoot out his white stuff,Õ as they said. After my paddling mistress had
them attack me with their tongues. I was mortified and tried to hold back
my seed as long as I could. Finally I could not, and my cum spurted into
their soft lovely hair and all over their faces. Their mothers let them run
upstairs then, squealing delightedly. They all had to take baths before
they went home, so their fathers wouldnÕt smell my seed in their curls. I
fucked all their mothers downstairs, and mistress. Four times I had to
cum, once in each of their nests. It was an exhausting night,Ó Johnnie told
me.
ÒBut in the morning IÕll bet you were hard and ready to go again,Ó I
said, gazing up at his cock.
ÒUh, yes, thatÕs true,Ó Johnnie said. ÒI can raise a sheet in the
morning, thatÕs for sure. Mistress calls it Ôputting up the tent.ÕÓ
Johnnie took a flask of oil down from the shelf. It looked as if it had
been sitting in something. He uncorked it.
ÒThis may hurt a little. Though not as much as if IÕm ordered to take
you, or mistress does, wearing a dildo,Ó Johnnie told me.
ÒNo, please--Ó I begged. Johnnie paid no attention. He palmed my
bottom and, despite a sudden clenching of my cheeks, he easily pried apart
the twin halves of my ass. I felt like a car rolled into an auto body shop,
about to be worked on by a mechanic. Johnnie tilted the bottle slightly
and a drooling of warm oil dripped from the bottleÕs neck down into the
crack of my ass. It wetted my anus. Johnnie congratulated himself on his
aim. He set the bottle down on the floor and, still holding my ass open, he
dipped his finger into my forcibly spread cheeks. He jabbed at my
bottomhole. I gasped.
ÒDo not tighten yourself, if you can help it,Ó Johnnie told me. ÒI
have to oil you to a depth of several inches, to make the passage easier.
God, youÕre tight! Are you a virgin back here?Ó
ÒYes,Ó I lied. Well, I was almost one, wasnÕt I?
ÒI hate doing virgins,Ó Johnnie grumbled. He provoked another sharp
gasp from me as his finger delved deeper. ÒDonÕt worry, weÕll get you
properly opened up back here. Mistress believes a girl should be able to
take a manÕs cock in her bottomhole as easily as in her cunt.Ó
ÒOhhhhh!Ó I sighed, squeezing my cheeks against his intrusion. He
poked his finger farther up my back hole. I felt a thin film of oil within
me, mingling with the moisture I was providing there in my excitement.
My bottomcheeks huddled against his probings and he swore and prised me
farther apart with his palm. With his other hand, he dug deeper with his
finger. Strangely, I felt my nest wetten against the pillows. My tummy
tightened with a kind of odd pleasure and my nipples on my breasts budded
hard and ripe against the wood of the bench.
ÒThere,Ó Johnnie said. He withdrew his finger. I heard a small ÔpopÕ
as it cleared the clenching opening of my back hole.
ÒOh, do not take it out!Ó I cried, making him laugh.
ÒWhat?Ó he asked.
Tears sprang to my eyes. ÒOh, I do not know what IÕm saying...Ó I
gasped. But I did, for the absence of his finger in me left me feeling
bereft.
ÒWell, what have we here?Ó I heard a female voice ask. It was
mistress! I froze upon the bench, ceasing even the absent wigglings of my
bare tush. I glanced back over my shoulder. Rebecca was with her. But
they were holding hands, and Rebecca gazed at me with a sheepish, willing
look in her eyes. I saw there were tears on her face. When she turned,
slightly, I saw her skirt had been cut away in back, or ripped. Her bottom
was red. Johnnie noticed it too.
ÒShe did not finish her tea,Ó Mistress smiled. ÒI had to make
Rebecca bend over the tea table and take a paddling from my hand. I cut
off her skirt so she could diddle herself while I did it, and not have to hold
up the back of her dress for me. She was a good girl.Ó Helene turned to
Rebecca and pecked her cheek with a kiss. ÒShe obeyed me and stopped
playing with herself when she felt the urge to cum,Ó Rebecca said. ÒAnd,
taking her spanking, she only cried out once. Down here things will be
easier. We will not have to worry about the neighbors hearing.Ó
ÒYes, mistress,Ó Johnnie said.
ÒIs that little tart all tied down?Ó Helene asked Johnnie, nodding
toward me. I noticed both she and Rebecca were wiggling their hips, and
guessed they were hungry from their masturbating. I was hungry too,
despite my shame in admitting it to myself. I wanted a finger on my
button and I wanted to spend on the pillows. I wanted to do something
else, too.
ÒOh, I have to pee!Ó I cried. ÒPlease untie me so I can go.Ó
ÒCertainly not,Ó Helene said to me. ÒYou will be whipped and you
will hold your water until IÕm finished, like a good girl. If you pee on the
pillows it will be worse for you, I can assure you.Ó She turned to Rebecca.
ÒTurn around, dear. I want you completely out of your dress.Ó Rebecca
turned her back to Helene. She stood meekly as the red-haired woman
undid it. It took awhile. I watched, wriggling my bottom and begging to be
let up to pee.
ÒShhhh,Ó Johnnie told me. ÒYouÕll pee when mistress permits.Ó
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