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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
A VirginÕs Last Hours
Chapter Four
You would not have guessed, from the welcome at the door, what the
party inside WesleyÕs apartment was like. The building itself was
sedately old, not flashy or new like Trump Plaza or like the World Trade
Center towers had been. Up a creaky elevator, wrapped in a cage of barred
steel, like something that might lead to a stockbrokerÕs office, went
Sylvie and Alessandra. It was operated by a gentlemanly old fellow,
dressed in a dapper cap and suit.
ÒLots of nice folk coming in tonight,Ó the man mused, looking
speculatively at Alessandra.
ÒYes,Ó Alessandra answered. Sylvie giggled a little, caught it in her
hand. If only this old man knew she was wearing nothing but black
underwear under her gorgeous fur coat!
ÒHere you are,Ó the old man chimed out. ÒFloor twenty-two.Ó
Alessandra thanked the old man and ushered her niece out of the elevator
ahead of her, the bars grinding back to let them out. The hallway was
muted. Lamps in the shape of gaslights lit the halls. Following the path
lit by the lights the two women went to a door. Ò221,Ó the door read, in
gold letters mounted on an iron plaque next to the door. Alessandra
knocked. A woman answered. Alessandra showed the woman her
invitation that sheÕd received in the mail.
ÒOh. Do come in,Ó the woman answered. She was a redhead, perhaps
25, wearing opera length gloves like Alessandra and Sylvie that were
purple, not black. She wore a shimmering purple gown, looking very
formal. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, decorated with jewels.
Alessandra didnÕt know if the jewels were fake or real, they sparkled so
brightly.
ÒI brought my niece,Ó Alessandra said to the woman. The redhead
looked at Sylvie. The girl gulped. For a moment the woman looked at her
face, but then at her breasts as well, and the rest of her body.
ÒI suppose sheÕs old enough,Ó the redhead said. She smiled and
extended a gloved hand, took SylvieÕs smaller gloved hand in her own. ÒMy
nameÕs Rebecca,Ó the redhead said. ÒMay I please have your coat?Ó Sylvie
turned. She blushed a little as the woman reached at her coat from behind.
A moment later it was off her shoulders, and there, in a small anteroom,
the noise of the party in a room beyond, the door to the hallway now
closed, Sylvie was revealed in her black underwear. ÒMy, how nice you
look,Ó Rebecca said. She smiled at Alessandra. ÒAnd so well prepared,Ó
she added. She hung SylvieÕs coat in a closet as self-assuredly as if sheÕd
revealed Sylvie to be in a gown as formal and pretty as her own. Then she
asked for AlessandraÕs coat, and the woman presented her back, as was
expected, so that Rebecca could relieve her of it. The redhead did; Sylvie
giggled a bit as she saw her aunt stripped with her coatÕs removal to
underwear as black and sexy as her own. AlessandraÕs coat was hung. A
woman wandered around the corner from the party, saw the two in their
underwear, and smiled. She too wore a gown, of blazing red. ÒThis is my
assistant,Ó Rebecca said to Alessandra. ÒDonÕt blush. She helps me with
the door.Ó Alessandra was a little red-faced now; Sylvie moreso. Were
others at this party dressed as they were, or were they the only ones?
Sylvie found herself wondering. From a small deal table, made of cherry
wood polished to perfection, Rebecca took, out of an ice bucket that sat on
top of the table, a can of Redi Wip. She told Sylvie to turn a little and
yanked, quite suddenly and without permission, the back of SylvieÕs
panties down.
ÒOh!Ó Sylvie cried. Alessandra reached out and grasped one of the
girlÕs flailing hands. Sylvie craned her neck, looking behind herself, as
Rebecca aimed the can. With a sudden WHOOSH the whipped cream sprayed
forth. Rebecca, who was holding down the back of SylvieÕs panties, aimed
the cream inbetween SylvieÕs slender legs. ÒYEEEEK!Ó Sylvie cried. She
arched up on her tip-toes as the icy cream shot along and up within her
cunny lips. Then, still aiming carefully, Rebecca raised the can. She
traced a line up the back of SylvieÕs bottom, along her crack, getting
cream inbetween her tight-pressed cheeks but mostly on the outer curves
of her ass where her two bottom cheeks joined. When Rebecca stepped
away she left SylvieÕs panties as they were. The 13-year-old immediately
reached back to repair them, no doubt wishing too to wipe the icy cream
away, but Rebecca snapped,
ÒDonÕt touch them!Ó Sylvie gaped, still looking at the woman over
her slender lightly tanned shoulder. ÒYou will wear them just as they
are,Ó Rebecca said. ÒYou have a lovely young ass and it is modest enough
with the cream covering your crack. Now turn around. Let me see the
front of you.Ó Sylvie balked. She looked imploringly at her aunt but
AlessandraÕs eyes answered with the question sheÕd put to Sylvie so many
times already: ÒWouldnÕt you rather have a babysitter?Ó Sylvie turned
around and presented her soft belly, indrawn now with fright, and her bra-
covered bosoms and little black panties to the redheaded woman. Rebecca
reached for the front of SylvieÕs panties and pulled them open. As Sylvie
watched, astonished, the woman sprayed whipped cream into the pouch
made by SylvieÕs pulled-out panties.
ÒYOOOOOCH!Ó Sylvie couldnÕt help crying, as the cold cream shot
against her pubic hair and whooshed down into her cunt from in front,
covering her little pee hole amidst the hairs of her pubis. Rebecca let go
of SylvieÕs panties when her panty-pouch was full. It snapped against the
girl, splashing a bit of cream upward onto her belly.
ÒYou may keep your mount covered, but not your bottom,Ó Rebecca
said, indicating how Sylvie was to wear her panties. Then the woman
reached up and yanked down the right cup of SylvieÕs bra. The girl tried to
protest. But she bit her lip at the last minute, and let out another
incoherent howl as the cream was sprayed against her fulsome breast.
Rebecca went straight for SylvieÕs little red nipple. When it was covered
she left SylvieÕs bra with the right cup tucked under her breast, lifting,
quite lewdly, her right tit up and out. Then her hand went to SylvieÕs other
breast. The left cup was pulled down, exposing the cone-like flesh of her
second fat little tit. Again Sylvie bit her lip as Rebecca aimed, then
yelled as the cold cream slammed against her warm body, against her taut
little nipple! The second bra cup was left as the first, down under
SylvieÕs breast so that, though her tits were naked, they were somewhat
modest owing to the placement of the cream.
ÒDonÕt touch your bra,Ó Rebecca said to Sylvie. ÒExcept to take it
off.Ó She turned to Alessandra. Sylvie was left standing abjectly, the
woman in the red dress looking at her with mothering eyes, as Alessandra
watched her cups pulled down and her tits sprayed one by one, by Rebecca.
Then the redhead went for AlessandraÕs pubis, and finally had her turn
around and shot cream up along her bottomÕs crack. Then she went to the
deal table again, replaced the Redi Wip in the ice bucket, and opened a
drawer. From it she pulled a ball gag. Alessandra balked as she turned and
brought it to the young woman. ÒTurn around,Ó Rebecca said. Alessandra
did, but her lips mouthed--
ÒI donÕt think--Ó in a soft voice. She looked anxiously at Sylvie. The
ball gag, which was made of red rubber, was slung around AlessandraÕs
neck. As it lay against the pearl choker she wore, Rebecca, ever efficient
and quick, tied the ball gag at the back of AlessandraÕs neck. Then, to
AlessandraÕs surprise, she left it that way. ÒYou will want it later, when
your behind is to be challenged by the whip,Ó Rebecca smiled, as casually
as if she were offering a teaspoon to a woman uncertain whether to take
sugar with her drink. Then she went to the table again. The drawer was
still open. She fished from it a second ball gag. ÒThis will protect your
tongue when the time comes,Ó Rebecca said to Sylvie. ÒTurn around.Ó
Sylvie gaped at her aunt, much as her aunt had gaped at her just moments
before. Rebecca draped the red rubber ball at the front of SylvieÕs neck,
against her pearls. Then, as with Alessandra, she tied the ball gag at the
back of SylvieÕs neck, leaving the ball hanging free, to be put in SylvieÕs
mouth later. ÒThere. You are both done,Ó Rebecca said when she was
finished. ÒYouÕre free to join the party.Ó
Feeling awkward, wearing high heels that made their bottoms roll as
they walked, Alessandra and Sylvie rounded the corner that led to the
party. What they saw amazed them. Despite the fact that everyone was
still standing around having drinks, as mild-mannerly as if they were
indeed at a formal affair for which Rebecca and her assistant seemed
dressed, everyone was attired as Alessandra and Sylvie were, namely with
whipped cream covering their otherwise exposed private parts, and ball
gags around their necks. The men were the most naked. They wore nothing
but a shirt and tie, tucked up and pinned with womenÕs hair pins to ensure
that their asses and cocks were revealed. Each man had cream covering
his cock and balls, as well as up the crack of his behind; he was clothed
and yet bare, his cock quivering whitely like something that had been
stabbed into a snowbank.
ÒOh. How nice!Ó Alessandra said. She smiled at Sylvie. The girl was
blushing; Alessandra was a little too, though she tried not to show it. The
men were incredibly handsome; like Sylvie, it was obvious from the look
on her face that she longed to see them without the cream covering their
most essential parts.
ÒThey sure are long!Ó Sylvie said, with childish enthusiasm, blushing
even more as she looked around her. She meant, of course, the menÕs
cocks, for amidst all that male splendor, she had little time for observing
what the women offered, except to note that they were similar in dress
and beauty to herself. To add to the sexual enchantment, a man walked up
to a toilet that was in the center of the room. He lifted the lid, then the
seat, holding his drink in his hand all the while. Then he pissed; right
through the cream covering his cock. As he pissed a second man came up
and, holding a drink as well, slapped his behind. The first man laughed; the
second peed with him and they seemed to have a race, seeing which could
relieve his bladder fastest. But a woman came up to them and suggested
they both try to hold themselves back. So they did; each cutting himself
off in mid-stream, chuckling with the effort of stopping the flow of a
half-full bladder. The woman smiled and replaced the toilet lid and seat.
Then she took a can of Redi-Wip out of an ice bucket perched on the back
of the toilet and carefully squirted each manÕs pee-hole. The force of his
urine had exposed his pee hole; she now made him modest again by
covering it up. When the toilet had ceased flushing, the woman opened the
lid up again, but she didnÕt raise the seat. She sat down. She was holding
a drink and she demurely sipped it as she released, through her cream
covered cunt lips, her pee. The men watched, fascinated. The woman
looked up at them as she drank and peed. The realization that the men had
not finished peeing was utterly obscene. Their own cocks stuck out at her
face, quivering with their restrained need, as she emptied all of herself
into the toilet. When she was done, before rising from the toilet, she
leaned forward. Her heavy breasts hung with creamy desire as she ran her
tongue along each manÕs cock. Where her tongue touched, he was exposed.
Her lips, red with lipstick, turned white, as her mouth ran along the cream
covered dicks. When she was finished she licked her lips and swallowed.
Another woman glided up and took the Redi-Wip off the back of the toilet
and repaired the damage to the menÕs creamy penis decorations.
Sylvie and Alessandra mingled with the crowd. As they did more
people took the opportunity of pissing in the toilet in the center of the
room. No doubt there were bathrooms somewhere in WesleyÕs apartment,
but the word had gone out, before Sylvie and AlessandraÕs arrival, that for
the time being, at least at the partyÕs beginning, anyone who had to go
must use the toilet on public view. Whenever anyone did, someone
repaired the damage to their cream-covered genitals with the Redi-Wip on
the back of the toilet. Alessandra and Sylvie were urged to drink their
fill, that they might participate in the sport.
The conversation was both prosaic and lewd. Amidst stock tips and
baking ideas, comments were traded on various partiersÕ assets.
Alessandra herself, relatively new to these sorts of gatherings, came in
for a great load of compliments. Her hair was praised, her underwear
also, but most of all those parts of herself which were teasingly revealed
and yet covered, thanks to the strategic placement of the cream. Sylvie
too was complimented; both her breasts, large for a girl her age, and the
perfect swell of her young ass were admired. Sylvie and Alessandra
blushed at the openness with which those parts of themselves usually not
on view were examined and praised; but even as they turned red-faced at
the praise they offered their own, for who could fail to notice and
compliment the many cream covered penises which jabbed at them as they
were spoken to? Something which surprised Alessandra, as it had at the
two other parties sheÕd been to of this nature, was the lack of gender
identity of the comments. A woman was as likely to praise her tits as a
man; a man was as apt to look at the fellow standing beside him and tell
him what a fine dick he had.
Wesley appeared. He was a handsome young artist with a goatee.
His hair was black, Sylvie thought he looked a bit like a satyr sheÕd read
about in her seventh grade Myths of the World class. What most intrigued
her about him was that he wasnÕt naked like the others. As the owner of
the apartment and the designer of the party, he privileged himself with a
master of ceremonies role. Despite having what appeared to be a terrific
body, he had it cloaked in a bathrobe. Only the protrusion at waist level,
at the front of his tightly tied robe, indicated that underneath he was
sporting an excellent, and utterly free, erection. He made the rounds,
greeting everyone, examining their compliance with his mailed
instructions as to their attire or, rather, lack of it, combined with the
artfully sprayed on cream. Several women tried to lift WesleyÕs robe, to
see what he was offering at such outstanding length underneath, but he
slapped their hands away, preferring to keep his private parts private.
When he came to Sylvie the girl gulped and looked up at him with a kind of
dumb admiration. He grinned down at her and said, casually to Alessandra,
ÒYour niece has one of the finest asses IÕve ever seen.Ó That he was
standing in front of Sylvie when he said this made the girl reach back
behind herself with alarm. She felt as if her bare bottom were sticking
out for everyone to admire, especially if this man could compliment it
while simultaneously staring down at her uplifted breasts.
ÒSay thank you,Ó Alessandra said to Sylvie. At the same time, with
her black gloved hand, she reached down and slapped away little SylvieÕs
hands, so that the girl was left awkwardly running her gloved fingers up
and down her bare thighs.
ÒThanks,Ó Sylvie mumbled.
ÒI should like to have you installed in a bed later,Ó Wesley said, still
admiring the thrust of SylvieÕs naked breasts, protected only by the cream
on her nipples.
ÒIÕm not sleepy,Ó Sylvie said. There was laughter. The girlÕs blush
increased.
ÒIt isnÕt for the purpose of sleep, my dear,Ó Wesley said, with
charming frankness, at least as far as the others present were concerned,
except Alessandra, who suddenly had a worried look on her face. ÒBed is
best for whipping,Ó Wesley explained. ÒThere is no reason to discomfort
the rest of oneÕs body just because oneÕs bottom is in for it.Ó Sylvie
gasped. Her small, gloved hands swept back again immediately to her ass.
As she clapped her bare cheeks some cream flew off her behind, landing on
the floor. There was a look of utter incomprehension on her face; the
laughter of the other partiers didnÕt help her understand WesleyÕs remark
any better. Indeed, her aunt felt obliged to say,
ÒWesley! Please! SheÕs just a virgin!Ó
It was not something Alessandra had planned to advertise; telling
the assorted men present that a virgin was in their midst was only more
likely to insure the young girl was fucked. Sylvie blushed profusely.
There were gasps of amazement from the crowd. Wesley smiled; had he
suspected SylvieÕs condition all along? Just then a woman entered the
party late, coming around the corner from the anteroom. She had short
brown hair. It danced on her bare slender shoulders as she presented
herself to the group. She was dressed as the others, but there was one
difference. While everyone else was fashionably slim, her belly was
swollen and distended; but in a lovely way.
ÒAh, from virginity to pregnancy,Ó Wesley announced. ÒGood evening,
Lynne,Ó he said to the young woman. A man entered after her, his shirt
pinned up and his cock exposed and creamed. As the crowd absorbed this
new couple, more comments were made:
ÒWow! She sure got nailed,Ó one woman said.
ÒNo wonder. Look at the size of her loverÕs cock!Ó another enthused.
ÒWe should make sure sheÕs truly pregnant, by all giving her a bit of
what weÕre carrying between our legs,Ó a man commented.
ÒYes. Of course,Ó Wesley, overhearing the comment, agreed. ÒWe
shall all have at her tonight, to make sure sheÕs indeed as pregnant as can
be. Of course the baby will be named after me,Ó Wesley added, and there
was a short round of applause, though nobody knew if he was joking or
telling the truth. The new momÕs eyes sparkled, she looked from one
partier to another as all the attention in the room now focussed on her, an
her belly. She presented her load to loving hands which patted her
stomach; the men present enthused not only over her stomach but over the
size of her breasts. And some women did too, to AlessandraÕs continuing
amazement that the night promised sex without regard for any morality,
even for the traditional separation of genders.
Sylvie stood looking at the pregnant young wife with her hands on
her bottom. For the moment she was forgotten; not unhappily, she assured
herself, as she felt her tender cheeks. But she wondered what it would be
like to be whipped, as Wesley had offered. Not on her ribs, as Beth had
done, but on her bare ass! Alessandra had promised her that if she came
her behind would be a subject of much enjoyment and attention; spanked,
even. But a whipping? Sylvie had not contemplated such mistreatment as
that! And yet there was a certain allure to it, perhaps to the way Wesley
had presented it. She was discovering she had a crush on him, as he stood
admiring, with the others, the pregnant wife. Maybe it was just because
he was in charge, privileged to be clothed while the others showed all
they had, or almost all. Or perhaps it was because he seemed to have such
a daunting cock, under that robe of his. Or maybe it was the way he looked
at her, as if she were not so much a living thing as a work of art,
something he longed to dabble with and improve. She would grow under
his tutelage. She would no longer be a scared little girl but a grown
woman, a very beautiful woman, like her aunt. Gradually Sylvie loosened
her fingersÕ hold on her bottom. She let her bare cheeks wiggle out of her
palms. And then she realized, with a certain awful delight, that she had to
go to the bathroom! With everyone still watching the wife, petting her
belly and complimenting her, Sylvie went to the toilet. She pulled up the
lid, plopped down with a certain childish relief on the seat. It was clean,
and warm from the bottoms of the other women who had sat on it. Sylvie
began to pee. And as the sound of her water hitting the commodeÕs water
rose up in the room, people turned to look at her. Most of all Wesley, who,
with a drink in one hand and with his other hand resting on the belly of the
pregnant woman, said,
ÒAh! Making good use of that sweet little cherry cunt of yours, eh?
We shall have cake in a minute, and perhaps then you will treat me to a
nice little shit!Ó
When the mother had been admired, Wesley finished his drink and put
it down on one of the deal tables scattered about the room. There were no
chairs; people were expected to stand until the festivities began, not
ruining the decoration of cream that ran up the cracks of their bottoms.
However someone suggested to Wesley that in future toilets be made
available, not for peeing in but for the fact that their seats were open in
the middle.
ÒIn this way the women could rest their legs, without spoiling their
pretty creamed bottoms,Ó the man suggested. Wesley nodded.
ÒIt will be so at my next party,Ó Wesley said. ÒBut now we must
move along, since the women have all been standing in their stockings and
heels for some time. Bring out the cake!Ó he cried. Twin doors at the back
of the room opened. A cake was rolled out, and it was huge. It was
pyramid shaped. It stretched nearly up to peopleÕs chests, or necks,
depending on their height. It was a layered white wedding cake, an ironic
choice for such a lewd party. Atop the purity of the white icing was not a
plastic statue of a couple, but rather a cock. It stuck up rudely, to the
delight of the females and as a seeming challenge to what each man
possessed between his legs. It was at least 12 inches long. When the
cake had been rolled out, by two young women in maids outfits that did
nothing to hide the beauty of their naked breasts or, when they turned, the
utter nakedness of their pretty bottoms, Wesley announced that there was
a surprise in store for the group. Everyone picked up the empty plates that
had been lying in piles all night on the deal tables. They were made of
china, but despite the expense that had been gone to in order to provide
such fine wares everyone realized, at that moment, that there were no
forks.
ÒWe shall eat as savages,Ó Wesley said. ÒWith our fingers. Keep
your gloves on of course, ladies. We shall not be utterly savage.Ó There
was laughter at this. Then Wesley clapped his hands again and said, ÒYou
think thatÕs all I have in store for you? Gather round and have some cake
and you will see another surprise.Ó The partiers eagerly swept forward.
Even little Sylvie, clutching her plate, found herself drooling for some of
the very pretty cake, which was adorned with little red roses as well as
virgin white icing. But as people reached out to grab at the cake, which
looked as if it had already been sliced into pieces, an amazing thing
happened. It was launched by the two bare-bottomed maids, who had
retreated into the kitchen. Quite suddenly champagne spurted from all
points of the cake, splashing the guests. Everyone gasped. The champagne
kept spurting, there was apparently a lot of it bottled up inside and the
cake now peed on the guests who would eat it, washing away the cream on
the womenÕs breasts, baring their nipples, striking their bellies and
running down their legs. One woman laughingly turned and offered her
bottom to a stream of champagne. It washed her ass, exposing her bottom
crack. The men, seeing that they could bare their dicks quickly and easily
before the cake, offered themselves to the streams of champagne and
laughingly washed their dicks. Others couldnÕt resist the obscene
spectacle of trying to catch the pee-like champagne in their mouths. They
bent in order to do so; as they did, the source of all the streams were
revealed, for gliding now out from the cake, protruding at all points from
the icing, came a series of ersatz cocks. Just when the streams finally
began to lessen, the big cock on top blew forth a tribute. It geysered forth
like old faithful, offering champagne in such quantity as to make the cocks
on the sides of the cake look like pikers. Then the ultimate surprise
occurred; the sides of the cake fell open. People rushed back to get out of
the way as the pretty cake smashed its sides to the floor. Inside was
something even more delicious than the cake nobody had gotten to eat. It
was a young girl, perhaps no older than 16, but with a buxom figure as
wonderful as that of any womanÕs in the room.
ÒHere is our treat!Ó Wesley announced. To everyoneÕs shock, the
delightful young girl was covered up to her neck in white icing. There was
even a little icing on her cheeks, and in her coiffure, she was covered so
generously. Around her neck was a white rope. It ran down between her
breasts, insuring that, no matter how slick she might be with icing, she
would never be able to get away from the guests.
The crowd surged forward. They helped the girl rise and at the same
time someone grabbed the rope. Submissively she allowed herself to be
yanked out of the collapsed cake. As she was, smiling at the vast amount
of attention she was receiving, and from such handsome guests, two men
immediately attacked her breasts. They tried to shove her substantial
gourds completely into their mouths. The girl gasped a little but didnÕt
resist; Wesley had told her beforehand of the torrent of desire her lovely
figure would be sure to unleash. As soon as the girl, who was naked and
barefoot, was out of the cake, she was stopped in her stumbling forward
movement. With the two men still trying the impossible act of
swallowing her breasts, a woman knelt down behind her. Rudely she
parted the cheeks of the girlÕs bottom. She inserted her tongue and began
to lick eagerly at the inner cheeks of the girlÕs behind as the 16-year-old
gasped and her eyes bulged. But it wasnÕt the end; inspired by the
successful attacks on her breasts and ass, another woman knelt down in
front of her. With an eager tongue she attacked the girlÕs icing covered
pussy. The girl let out a little shout; it was drowned by people crowding
around her and licking her wherever they could; her shoulders, her ribs, her
belly, her legs, one man now lifting her right foot to suck on her toes.
Wesley smiled at Sylvie and Alessandra, who looked on in
astonishment.
ÒHelp yourselves,Ó Wesley said to the two. ÒShe wonÕt last long.Ó
Somewhat reluctantly, but fueled by the excitement of the moment,
by the sheer animalistic allure of it, Alessandra and then Sylvie joined in.
Alessandra got a leg. As she licked it clean of icing Sylvie, squirming
forward, was awarded the plum prize of one of the 16-year-oldÕs tits. It
was already free of icing. Sylvie tasted wet flesh, the saliva of the man
who had surrendered the tit to her. For his part the man got a treat that
nearly topped what heÕd just been eating. He went straight for little
SylvieÕs ass.
ÒYEEEEK!Ó Sylvie squealed, as she felt an unknown tongue delve into
the cream that concealed her furrow. Her ass cheeks tightened at once;
trapping the tongue of the lover who was licking her. But he was strong,
and impatient. He grabbed SylvieÕs legs and yanked them apart. Ignoring
her taut little ass, he went straight for her cunt. Sylvie cried out again.
Alessandra lifted her head from the leg she was licking, brushed back her
hair, then laughed when she saw that Sylvie was now being held aloft, her
pretty black shoes not even touching the ground, by the man who was
eating her cunt. Hands groped for SylvieÕs panties, as they were now
groping for any clothing on anyone they could reach. The girlÕs undies,
filled with cream, were yanked down to her thighs so that the man holding
open her legs could more easily attack her cherry private. It was a
generous gesture, for the hands that pulled SylvieÕs panties down were not
those of the man spreading her legs or licking her slit. Perhaps the hands
that assisted the man licking out Sylvie were those of a woman, for no
sooner was Sylvie revealed than a mouth came to the manÕs cock and began
sucking him for all he was worth, even as he attempted to deflower Sylvie
with his tongue. But no one could tell without looking, and nobody was
bothering to do that, mouths fixed to whatever body parts they could find.
The mouth sucking the man may have just as easily been male as female.
In a few minutes, the bodies so arduously decorated with cream
were licked clean. The same was true of the girl in the cake, who now lay
amidst a tangle of limbs outside it, no part of her body touching the floor
as she was devoured by many mouths. When she was quite naked, someone
took hold of the rope round her neck while someone else inserted himself
somewhat painfully into her cunt. She was not virgin, but the entry was
quick and the loving was heated; she cried out as she was filled with male
seed, even as tongues insured not a trace of icing remained on her body.
As soon as one male had relieved his need, another followed. Three men
fucked the 16-year-old girl before Wesley called for a halt to give people,
especially those most loved, a chance to catch their breaths. And he had
one other reason for insisting on a break: little Sylvie was on her knees,
about to be impaled from behind, when he saw it and gave her a chance to
escape the melee with her cherry intact.
When Sylvie stumbled free of the bodies she saw that her aunt had
not been so lucky. Or, from another point of view, her luck had been
better. She was flat on her back, on the carpeted floor, receiving a cock in
her open mouth while a man, lying atop her, gave his all between her
splayed legs.
ÒThere. It is a pretty sight, is it not?Ó Wesley asked Sylvie, drifting
up beside her and grasping her small little shoulder. The girl jerked,
afraid her would bend her right over and make her join her aunt in the
sport. But Wesley simply patted her head, as if she were a little kitten or
dog, and smiled and remarked on her ass: ÒIt is even prettier without
cream hiding it,Ó he said.
ÒYou are shameless,Ó Sylvie said, remembering a new word sheÕd
learned in her seventh grade vocabulary class. Wesley laughed.
ÒAnd you are utterly adorable, especially your bottom,Ó Wesley
replied. ÒI should like to whip it now,Ó he said. He reached down and took
the girl by the elbow. Her eyes darted up to him, her neck straining as she
looked at him sideways. Her lovely coiffure had fallen apart in the melee
and her blonde hair hung in iced strands before her eyes; hiding this satyr,
yet leaving her enough visibility to see his wicked smile. ÒLet us
proceed,Ó Wesley said. ÒI intend you no harm.Ó
Like a squire escorting a young lady, Wesley led Sylvie up a curving
flight of stairs beyond the party room, up to the second floor of his
apartment. Sylvie had no idea why she was allowing him to, except that
he was persuasive with his hand on his elbow, both a gentleman and, at the
same time, a kind of grinning criminal. The girl found herself led into a
sumptuous bedroom. The bed was covered in red satin. Wesley told Sylvie
to get on it.
ÒBut first pull your stockings taut,Ó he told her. ÒAnd donÕt take off
your shoes,Ó he added, as the girl, completely inexperienced in bedroom
affairs, made to do just that.
When Sylvie had pulled up her stockings, Wesley told her to turn
around. Shiveringly, she did so. She was quite naked now, except for her
pearls and gloves and what she wore on her legs and feet. He was still in
his bathrobe. His cock bumped her bottom. She jerked again, colt-like. He
reached around to her front, from behind, and lifted her ball gag.
ÒOpen,Ó Wesley said. Sylvie opened her mouth, too young to think he
might mean for her to widen the stance of her virgin legs. Wesley fitted
her ball gag between her lips. She gagged a little as she felt the big ball
depress her tongue. When her mouth was safely secured with the rubber
ball Wesley then had her crawl onto his bed. ÒHang your head. Offer your
bottom to me,Ó Wesley said. He was dissatisfied with SylvieÕs posture.
As he got a long wooden switch out of a dresser drawer he told her to
stick out her ass more. ÒBe brazen with it,Ó he said. ÒAct as if youÕve got
something in you and youÕre trying to poop it out onto the satin
bedspread.Ó
Awkwardly Sylvie offered herself. Wesley smiled at the glossy
cheeks, the way the skin of her ass stretched alluringly, a tight little pair
of ball-like cheeks made all the more delectable as she shoved her behind
back at him with a kind of ribald innocence. Her fat little ass opened
itself as she stuck it at him, showing him her anal dimple within, the lips
of her still-virgin cunt stretched sweetly below. There was just a fringe
of fur on her cuntlips, she was too young to have to contemplate trimming
herself. As for her ass hole, it was completely bare and tiny and sweet;
inwardly puckered as if to receive what he was offering between his legs.
He would begin with the outer surfaces of her cheeks and then work
inward, surprising her with the awful pain of the switch between her
bottom crack at the very end, perhaps scoring the tiny anal hole itself,
striking it with the whip, cutting into her taut cunt as well.
ÒAre you ready?Ó Wesley asked, when the girl was shoving her ass at
him with as much audacity as a 13-year-old virgin could muster. The girl
looked back at him, through her hanging veil of icing mussed hair. Her blue
eyes glowed with fright and a kind of eager abandon. Her titties hung
nakedly under her, the nipples stiff.
ÒGoo,Ó Sylvie said, having no idea what she was in for, the ball gag
in her mouth destroying her attempt to speak. She presented her ass to
Wesley as one might offer a present, her slender legs open, her bottom
cheeks wide and wiggling a little now, flexing as she contemplated
closing herself to his gaze.
ÒStay just like that,Ó Wesley told her. ÒNo matter how much it
hurts.Ó Just then Alessandra walked in the room. Sylvie, on her knees and
looking back, blushed. Her thighs nearly snapped shut but by some effort
of embarrassed will she kept them open. Her aunt looked at her, the hair
on her head disheveled from the melee downstairs and her subsequent
fucking. There was male seed running from her cunt and down the insides
of her thighs.
ÒOh! I am just in time for her first time,Ó Alessandra gasped, and
blushed a little.
ÒStand back,Ó Wesley said to SylvieÕs aunt. The girlÕs aunt moved
back a little. SylvieÕs heart beat wildly as she saw her aunt retreat. The
sexually experienced woman was moving back away from what Sylvie was
offering her bottom to! The girl made to bite her lip but the gag blocked
it. She tried to speak but the ball, pressing hard down on her tongue, made
that impossible. When she saw Wesley raise the long thin cord of wood,
she squeezed her eyes shut.
There was a whirring sound, as of a branch caught suddenly in a
harsh wind. Suddenly the stick made contact, impressing itself severely
against the girlÕs upthrust ass. The twin peach halves of SylvieÕs bottom
contracted abruptly at the sting, like a line of bees attacking
simultaneously across the width of the girlÕs behind. Then the stick was
gone, springing away from the taut compressed halves, and in its
departure SylvieÕs bottom opened again, her lovely crack showing itself
once more, her anal dimple seemingly breathing air, only to squeeze in
again just as fast as the full effect of the pain now shot up SylvieÕs spine
and registered in her brain.
ÒYEEEEEE!Ó Sylvie cried, her breath exhaling through her nose like
that of a horse suddenly spurred to gallop. She writhed; her hands,
sheathed in the black opera gloves, reached back and clutched at the
appalling pain in her ass. Suddenly she was no longer in the posture of a
penitent showing off her behind like some lewd work of art, she was flat
on her belly, her sweet upturned chubby bottom cheeks nonetheless making
a pretty sight as her glove-clad fingers clawed at them, the pain of the
departed stick searing her. The blow was much worse than anything sheÕd
felt at BethÕs, against her ribs. There the woman had felt sympathy for
the girlÕs youth; Wesley, a callous young artist, as well as being a man,
had no such restraint. And Beth had used a whip, a piece of leather, while
the stick was more primal, something a cave man might have picked up off
the forest floor, to discipline his lover with. Alessandra rushed forward,
and put a gloved hand on the 13-year-oldÕs bare back.
ÒThere, there!Ó Alessandra cried, stroking Sylvie along her spine and
watching, horrified, as the girlÕs naked ass cheeks tightened and huddled
like something belonging to a terribly wounded fish. The girl squirmed
eel-like on the bed, her legs now tight together, no longer offering
themselves in the luxury of openness and trust. Her teeth clamped hard on
her gag; she would have bitten her tongue if the gag had not protected her
and offered her its inanimate round succor instead.
ÒWe will accomplish nothing if you keep babying her,Ó Wesley
snarled from the end of the bed, where he stood with his stick, ready to
deliver the next blow.
ÒOh, she is too young!Ó Alessandra begged. She looked at Wesley but
he pointed abruptly with his hand, pointing toward the door.
ÒIt is too late to back out now,Ó he said. ÒYou shouldnÕt have brought
such a lovely young creature if you didnÕt want me to fall for her.Ó The
artist glared; he was young and highly talented and used to getting what
he wanted. Alessandra might have resisted him if she were older, but she
was just 19, new to such parties and still unsure of herself, still most
comfortable in the role of the submissive. She took her hand off SylvieÕs
back. She rose up, brushing back her icing-laden hair, now soiled a little
with cum, sure to be more mussed and disheveled before the evening was
over. With mincing steps she made for the door, still wanting to hold
back, to run again to her little niece who lay crying now on the bed. But
instead she kept walking in the direction Wesley was pointing; she didnÕt
want to be excluded from these parties, to be kicked out of the group. She
was still just beginning, just starting to grow; she could feel it within
her and she didnÕt want to deny it. She placed a gloved hand, wet with cum
from some errant male, on the door handle. She turned it. She went out.
The door shut behind her. Wesley walked quickly to the door and locked it.
He did not want any more intruders or interference, though it would have
been nice to flay the girl in front of an audience, to show his handiwork to
the ever-appreciative crowd of groupies who were carousing downstairs.
With a calm but determined demeanor he now proceeded to his bed.
ÒGet up!Ó he said to the girl. He grabbed first her right wrist and
then her left, pulling them off her tightened behind, forcing her to bare her
seat to him. He gazed at the single long weal he had inflicted on her.
Carefully he reached down and touched it; the girl flinched, tried to reach
back again but he snarled at her and she clutched the satin bedspread
instead. Wesley traced the line his stick had left, his mark upon her.
ÒA fine ass like this deserves exemplary punishment,Ó Wesley said
over the girl, his breath evident on her back as he leaned close to inspect
her. His hot-mouthed exhalations glided down to her ass, like a soft wind,
caressing the bareness of her, blowing with intention now along the
scorched line that heÕd given her. ÒI wish to continue now,Ó Wesley said.
ÒThe door is locked. Your aunt is gone. No one can help you. I want you to
put your hands flat on the bed again, donÕt clutch at the spread so, youÕll
wrinkle it. Lift your ass up and show me again how brazen you can be with
it. A whipping must be clinical. Men who try to make it an act of love are
worth nothing, in my opinion. It must be delivered as if by a stranger, one
who does not care how beautiful you are, how alluring the target of your
whip is. This is merely a bedroom whipping. There are places, old
farmhouses or barns or, if a girl is lucky, an old stone prison or castle,
where the abuse is much worse, where a girl is not merely tested as you
will be tonight but is tortured. The pace is unrelenting, after a decent
introductory period, where her beauty is praised in a civilized fashion.
The restraints come off, morally, as they are physically strapped onto her.
She is submerged into a world of pain and, yes, pleasure, though the
pleasure can be tapered off or completely forgotten, leaving her with just
the pain. I have supervised in such a place once; it was my job to think up
decadent torments for the girls, at the behest of their male and female
masters. Models came to us, super models, stressed out from work and
needing the primal nakedness of the place, and its pain, to restore their
ability to cope with their lives. You are just a youngster, a spoiled young
brat needing a bit of bedroom discipline. You must put yourself in my
hands, work with me. I could use ropes and leather bindings to hold you
down but I want you to offer yourself willingly, to learn the essence of
what it is to be punished, deservedly and undeservedly, for it is, I think,
less about being punished than becoming fully female. You must let go of
the bonds of childhood, your safe little world with your silly young
thoughts and your idle pastimes. You must embrace what you are
becoming; a woman, and someday a good wife and mother. An obedient
wife and mother,Ó he added, waiting for the girl to rebel at such a fate,
but she was much too young to see this future description of herself as a
burden. ÒAnd for some women it is not a burden,Ó Wesley thought to
himself, rising from the girl and ordering again to lift up her bottom, to
offer it and her cunt to him. Slowly, Sylvie lifted herself off her belly.
Raising her hips, she stuck back her bottom like the young trollop Wesley
hoped to make of her. She widened her legs, then widened them more at a
command from Wesley. Her crying ceased and she looked back at him
again, imploring him to be gentle, yet finding in his firmness a kind of
erotic allure. She had not had a father, that she could remember, and this
man, looming over her now with his implacability and the strangely
hypnotic way heÕd just spoken to her, seemed to take control of her body.
It wasnÕt hers anymore, as it had been for 13 years. It belonged to him. It
moved at his command, did what he asked, what he demanded! Sniffling,
she dipped her back as he insisted she must. She rotated her ass a little,
teasing him with it, letting him savor its youthful movement and trim,
excellently-shaped little cheeks.
Wesley took his stick back to the rear of the bed. He raised it again,
and he saw in SylvieÕs eyes, through her hair, which was more mussed than
ever, yet somehow beautiful, a look of utter fright. Yet of awkward
abandonment too, she would try her best to let him take control of her
bottom, to use it and punish it as he saw fit. Wesley raised his stick. He
aimed; he didnÕt want to hit the same place on her ass again or the lovely
skin would tear, and leave her bleeding. When he felt he could do it right,
he brought the stick down. It whirred, it hit. SylvieÕs eyes crammed tight
at the awful sting and she lurched forward. Spit would have flown from
her mouth if the ball gag had not stopped it. Instead her tears, new
sprung, flew from her eyes, which popped open with wonder at the
terribleness of the blow as the stick rebounded away from her. For a
moment her neck stretched out to its utmost, her titties under her flew
forward, her ass contracted. Then she rocked backward. Her ass opened
again, quite involuntarily, her tits bounced in the reverse direction, her
head seemed to compress her neck into her shoulders. This time however
she did not grab at herself. By some inexplicable effort of will she found
herself clutching the bedspread and offering herself again, her wildly
churning ass tightening and then releasing, Wesley enjoying the display by
opening his bathrobe and involuntarily rubbing his hard cock.
ÒYes! ThatÕs it!Ó Wesley cried to the girl. ÒYou have got the hang of
it now. Boldly show yourself even as you try to survive the sting. Be
brave. Flaunt yourself. Show that you have not only the best bottom but
are willing to let men do whatever they wish to it, no matter how much it
hurts you or how completely awful they are to you. Ah, there is such
innocence in your stare. You are the perfect little whore in training. I
shall make much of you.Ó
He struck her again, as if to celebrate her naughtiness and reward
her for it. Sylvie keened and shook her head. She was like a young colt in
the stable, in the covering stall, he the stallion leading her from childhood
innocence to the duties of a well-broken mare. Sylvie bolted forward,
without moving her hands or knees where they pressed urgently to the bed.
She reined in her bottom, then thrust it out again, now crying profusely
for the pain was just shy of unbearable. It was awful, it was wicked, yet
she had let go of herself just enough to be able to tune it out, while
feeling every biting and remorseless sensation of it.
ÒGood. Good. You are taking it well, and without any restraints!Ó
Wesley admired. Now stick yourself back towards me once more. I will
give you the final blow. After this you will earn the tribute that the girl
in such a position as yours deserves, a soap-squirting up your ass and the
insertion of your first dildo.Ó This last remark frightened Sylvie even
more than the whip. She gaped; yet at the same time her bottom was still
perfectly poised to receive the stick. And Wesley gave it to her, a low
cut, coming in under her bottom cheeks, lifting her as it struck her. Sylvie
arched up at the pain, offering her cunt more fully before she lost all
control and pissed, quite suddenly, onto WesleyÕs satin bedspread. Feeling
the wetness running down her thighs the girl thought for a moment Wesley
had cut her. With a terrified blinking and gasping she fell flat on the bed,
right into her puddle of pee that sheÕd made upon it. Her bodily fluid was
warm. She ignored this soiling of her thighs and belly and reached back
and up and tightly gripped her bottom cheeks, crying out at the pain of her
fingers upon herself.
There was a knock at the door. Wesley went to answer it. When he
unlocked it and opened it a woman looked in.
ÒOh my,Ó she said.
ÒShe has just had her first bottom punishment,Ó Wesley said. The
woman came in and looked at the girl.
ÒSuch a fine little ass,Ó she said. She reached down and stroked the
long blonde locks tumbling down off SylvieÕs head, straightening them, or
trying to. ÒI know a man who owns a prison,Ó she said. The woman
touched a finger, which was gloved, to SylvieÕs ribs on her right side. Due
to the girlÕs youth and slender figure they stuck out, moving slightly as
she drew air through her nose, the gag wet in her mouth with tears and
saliva. Sylvie did not look up at the woman. She lay flat in her urine,
feeling the burning of her bottom which her clutching hands could not
assuage. ÒShe is such a fine little tramp, or tramp to be,Ó the woman
sighed, finishing her stroking of SylvieÕs side at her lowermost rib. ÒShe
would be well punished there, her little ass would be the center of
attention.Ó
Wesley had gone to the dresser beside the bed. He had taken out a
bottle. It had a green cap which he unscrewed and laid aside. The neck of
the bottle was tapered and thin. It looked as if it were made to draw
honey from a beeÕs nest. But in fact the bottle was full, it was made to
inject fluid, not to retrieve it.
ÒI am going to lubricate her ass. Would you like to watch?Ó Wesley
said to the woman.
ÒAlright,Ó the woman said, as if sheÕd been invited to watch a
recital by the girl, or some other prosaic activity.
ÒTake your hands off your ass!Ó Wesley snapped at Sylvie.
Frightened, the girl lifted her gloved hands, then saw what Wesley was
holding and clapped them back down on her hind cheeks again.
ÒShe needs more strokes of the rod,Ó the woman said.
ÒLift your hands or your bottom will bleed,Ó Wesley said to the girl
in a kind of distracted, menacing voice, looking to see where heÕd tossed
the stick after giving Sylvie her final stroke. It was on the floor, waiting
to be used again. He wondered idly what girl would feel it next. Just then
Sylvie hesitantly but with some inner conviction took her hands off her
butt. She raised her hips. They quivered like the hips of a newborn foal in
a dew-soaked field, the wetness of her pee dripping off her thighs and
belly.
ÒShe deserves to have something big and hard stuck up her for
wetting the bed,Ó the woman said to Wesley.
ÒShe will get it,Ó Wesley answered. He prised open the cheeks of
SylvieÕs behind. The girlÕs whole body quivered as he found her asshole
with his eyes and put the squeeze bottleÕs tip to it.
ÒIÕm afraid IÕve forgotten your name,Ó Wesley said to the woman
beside him, as he jammed the bottleÕs tip suddenly through the ring of
SylvieÕs anus. The girl screeched. She tried to shut her behind but
WesleyÕs tough fingers held her little cheeks open, the width of the bottle
doing the rest, pressing outward against her clenching bottom halves.
ÒLydia,Ó the woman said. She had long dark hair and she self-
consciously reached up and brushed it back from her face. It was wet with
some randy maleÕs cum. Wesley wondered if the woman even knew the
name of the man who had spent himself in her beautiful hair; possibly not,
some guests were longtime friends but he always tried to invite
newcomers as well, to keep the partyÕs guest list spicy and fresh.
ÒLydia. ItÕs a nice name,Ó Wesley said. He gave the bottle in his
hand a firm squeeze. The soapy substance inside it shot up into SylvieÕs
ass, a new sensation for the girl that made her arch up like a piglet
hearing, for the first time, the fall of the butcherÕs axe in the woodshed.
As she squealed in response to what was jetting up into her behind, Lydia
touched her ass, feeling the lustrous surface, so tight stretched and pale,
kept safe from the sun but not, obviously, owing to the long red weals
across it, the slash of WesleyÕs stick.
ÒWhere do you keep the dildos?Ó Lydia asked Wesley.
ÒIn the bottom dresser drawer,Ó Wesley said.
ÒWill you fuck her with your cock after you open her?Ó Lydia asked.
There was mischief in her eyes. WesleyÕs bathrobe remained open around
his cock. His thing stuck out like some well-fleshed bone. The woman
felt an eager desire for it, despite a stain of cum round her cunt lips.
ÒI am perhaps too big for her. We shall see,Ó Wesley said. The
woman turned to his dresser and opened the bottom drawer. She gasped as
she saw the array of cocks waiting there. Despite his own massive
endowment, Wesley had a fine collection of phalluses. Eagerly she picked
one out for Sylvie. It had a narrow tapering head, unnaturally small,
obviously built for opening tight places. As her fingers stroked downward
along the thingÕs length it got wider, until finally it was at butt-busting
proportions.
ÒLetÕs use this one,Ó Lydia said to Wesley. She indicated the tip by
touching the place where the pee hole would have been, on a real cock, and
said, ÒIt is small enough to enter her here, then begins to challenge her
more as it goes up her.Ó
ÒAlright,Ó Wesley said. ÒOil the thing for me. I want to do this
downstairs where everyone can watch her take her first penis. Get up!Ó he
said to Sylvie, treating her as if she were some well-trained dog. At the
thought of being able to get off the bed, the girl jumped up. Wesley moved
aside and let her bring herself, still gloved and stockinged, with pearls
round her neck and her shoes on, off the bed. The gag in her mouth kept her
lips wide, like some young white female captured by Africans, made into a
kind of lewd living sculpture. She shivered and tried to cover herself with
her arms. She noticed how wet her belly was and tried to wipe away the
pee with her hands. ÒWeÕre going to the bathroom so I can wash your pee
off you,Ó Wesley told the girl. ÒHow does your bottom feel? Nice and wet
inside?Ó
Balefully Sylvie nodded. Then she tried to tell him how much her
bottom hurt, from the stick, putting her gloved hands back behind herself
and lightly touching her cheeks.
ÒI want you in new gloves. Perhaps I have a size small enough to fit
your hands,Ó Wesley said. ÒCome, I donÕt want you smelling of pee.Ó He
indicated that she should follow him. She did, her eyes glancing sideways
at Lydia, who smiled at her, while taking vaseline and stroking it on the
cock. Holding her ass, Sylvie followed Wesley into his bathroom, which
was attached to his bedroom. In this private place he made her stand
before the sink. She looked at herself in a mirror; her hair was a mess,
she was fetchingly naked and yet dressed in her pearl necklace and gloves
and stockings. Wesley made her take her hands off her ass. He wet a
washcloth and lovingly applied it to her flat belly, then to her thighs, to
her bush, and under her, making her wiggle and gasp. He rinsed it out and
then put it to the small of her back, to the backs of her thighs, to her ass
cheeks. This last movement made the girl flinch, for her bottom was still
quite wounded from the stick. When he was finished he ordered her back
into the bedroom. Feeling the soapy liquid that had been injected into her
ass, that was dribbling out a little now as she walked, Sylvie went to a
cabinet with Wesley. He opened it and found stockings and gloves for the
girl that fit her. He had bought them earlier wondering if he might ever
meet a girl young enough to wear them. Now, his heart beating fast, he
made Sylvie sit in a soft cushioned chair, first laying a small piece of
bearskin from the cabinet on the chairÕs seat to ease the girlÕs discomfort
at having to sit on her whipped ass. He knelt and took off her shoes, then
her stockings. He put new stockings on her, red ones, but still with the
fishnet pattern. Then he exchanged her black gloves for red ones. They
were soft as felt, softer even than what Sylvie had been wearing. He told
her to stand up. Meanwhile the prick intended for SylvieÕs bottom stood
greased and ready on the dresser beside the bed. The woman had stripped
the bed, and was just putting a crisp new white sheet on it. Under the
sheet she had placed a covering made of plastic, in case the girl lost
control of herself again, and to cover the wet spot that had soaked its way
into the mattress.
ÒLie down. Your bottom must be creamed,Ó Wesley told the girl.
Sylvie looked frightened. Lydia laughed.
ÒHe means cream on the cheeks of your ass dear, to help the weals
go down,Ó Lydia told the girl. Sylvie got up on the bed again. It was a high
bed and she looked childlike as she drew her slender young body up onto it
and crawled to the middle of it. She lay down, the plastic sheet crinkling
under her, beneath the sheet.
ÒI should have put plastic on my bed the minute I saw we had a 13-
year-old at the party,Ó Wesley said. He told Lydia to go ahead and soothe
the girl; he would go downstairs and tell the partiers of little SylvieÕs
endurance under the switch, and of her intended presentation for them
downstairs, offering her bottom to the phallus.
Lydia spread mineral oil over the girlÕs ass. She followed this with
Oil of Olay cream, then kissed SylvieÕs back and told her to get up.
Reluctantly the girl obeyed. Lydia took her by the hand when she was
standing, and walked her to the bedroom door. Before they went to the
door she showed Sylvie the phallus.
ÒThis is what is going up your behind, Sylvie,Ó Lydia said to the girl.
ÒDonÕt touch it! Your bottom will feel it soon enough. I want you to take
as much of it as you can. Your bottom needs training. It must be opened,
inevitably it will have to be widened if it is to accept a live male cock.
The injury that will occur to your anal ring when we proceed in earnest,
either here or at the prison, will be minimal, but quite necessary. It is all
for sport, of course, you cannot have babies through your bottom. It is to
satisfy menÕs needs, I will help you as best I can but in the end you must
rely on yourself, on your own willingness to become a woman.Ó Lydia
looked at Sylvie. The girl was shivering. She untied the ball gag at the
back of her neck. She drew the thing from her mouth; the girlÕs saliva
clung wetly to it, trailing out in a kind of long string that then broke when
the ball was drawn far enough away.
ÒOh God!Ó Sylvie cried. Lydia silenced her with a kiss on her lips.
ÒBe good,Ó Lydia said to Sylvie. ÒTell me that youÕll be good.Ó
Sylvie looked at the ball gag. It lay now on the dresser, right next to the
greased cock that she wasnÕt allowed to touch with her fingertips.
ÒWill- will it hurt?Ó Sylvie asked, her words slightly mangled owing
to the impression still left on her tongue by the absent ball gag. Lydia
brushed back SylvieÕs long hair from her eyes.
ÒWhat do you think?Ó Lydia asked. ÒHow does your bottom feel from
the whipping?Ó Sylvie blinked. She reached back with her gloved hands
and apprised her seat.
ÒIt has a strange coolness now,Ó Sylvie said. ÒThe pain has gone.Ó
ÒIt is transformed,Ó Lydia said. ÒIt will be the same with the dildo.
It will feel awful at first, as if youÕre going to be split. But once it is in
you, or perhaps afterwards, youÕll feel a strange welcome openness, a kind
of instinctual feminine glory. ThatÕs the best way I can describe it.Ó
ÒOh,Ó Sylvie said. Lydia picked up the ball gag. As she did she
accidentally bumped it against the cock. It wobbled and fell from the
dresser onto the floor. Sylvie leapt back, as if being attacked by
something alive.
ÒIÕm going to put your ball gag back in now,Ó Lydia said, steadying
the girl with a hand on her arm. ÒOpen,Ó she said.
ÒThatÕs all IÕve been doing all night!Ó Sylvie thought to herself, but
before she could speak the gag was in her mouth again, Lydia pressing it
in, the girl submissively widening her mouth until she could resist it no
longer. It pressed down on her lively tongue, stilling it.
ÒGoo,Ó Sylvie said. Lydia ordered her to turn about and, watching the
girlÕs bottom wiggle as she did so, wet with the cream sheÕd applied, she
tied the ball gag on the girl.
ÒNow we shall go downstairs,Ó Lydia told Sylvie. ÒConsider this
your first presentation to society, which I suppose it is, isnÕt it?Ó The
girl nodded. ÒBe proud. Lift your chin. Titties out!Ó Lydia snapped. Sylvie
complied, thrusting forth her bare tits, feeling the swell and embarrassed
outthrusting of her bottom behind her. Then they went to the door, and
out, and down the curving stairs to a room beyond the main party room.
This room had settees and chairs. The guests were all there, laughing and
drinking. A couch had been prepared for Sylvie. It lay unused in the center
of the room. SylvieÕs eyes darted about until she found her aunt.
AlessandraÕs hand had clapped to her mouth upon seeing the girl. Tasting
cum that some man had left on her fingers and in her gloved palm, she
watched as Sylvie was escorted by Lydia, whom Alessandra didnÕt even
know, to the couch. Like a proud young mare, the girl knelt on the sofa.
She dipped her back, she offered her behind, then suddenly her head turned
and she looked back. Lydia passed the greased dildo into WesleyÕs hand.
He was naked now, his robe off. His body looked like that of a young
Adonis as he approached Sylvie. The girl gasped, seeing not only the
priapus he now held but the one between his legs, quivering with his every
heart beat.
ÒStick out your ass more. Really offer it,Ó Wesley told Sylvie. The
girl obeyed. There was a small round of applause for her newly-learned
training. Wesley mounted the couch behind her. He brought the dildo close.
For a minute it looked like Sylvie would jump up but then she stuck out her
behind even more, simultaneously shutting her eyes. They flew open a
moment later as the head of the greased cock touched her bottom spheres.
He thrust it between the tight, quivering halves. Sylvie lurched, then
offered herself again at a harsh word from Wesley.
ÒOh my! Do you think--Ó Alessandra gasped, seeing how the cock
widened toward its base.
ÒShhhh,Ó Someone said. ÒShe is about to have it now.Ó
ÒDonÕt discourage her,Ó Someone else said.
ÒSo young!Ó A third person, a woman, gasped, as Sylvie felt the
cockÕs tip press hard against her bottomÕs rosette.
ÒOoooh!Ó Sylvie snorted, through her pretty little nose. Wesley
pushed harder. The ring of SylvieÕs anus was breached; the cock head made
a difficult but definite entry. Rudely Wesley twisted it. SylvieÕs eyes
gaped wider. Then he thrust it in more, sticking it into her as one might
stuff, albeit with less eagerness, a Thanksgiving turkey. The girl jolted,
but there was nothing she could do now. No matter how hard she clenched
her bottom the thing would not budge; indeed, it went deeper, not the other
way. Wesley was master. Using the strength of his well-muscled arm he
made the girl take more and more of the penis. The broadening of the
vicious thing was felt; tears sprang to SylvieÕs eyes as she endured the
stretching of her anal ring.
ÒYou will break it!Ó Alessandra cried out, and she wasnÕt talking
about the cock.
ÒShe must take it,Ó Wesley said, in a line that curiously rhymed with
AlessandraÕs statement. Sylvie would have gritted her teeth, but the gag
received her little white teeth instead, becoming permanently marked
with the evidence of her suffering.
ÒMore,Ó Wesley insisted. ÒTake more of the cock.Ó He pushed harder.
SylvieÕs soft little bottom broadened under the assault. The girl felt as if
all the breath was being shoved out of her nose. Her throat strained, her
shoulders hunched and then stretched awkwardly. Her breasts, their
nipples rigid, brushed with strange delight upon the surface of the couch.
At the same time she felt as if her whole ass were about to explode; the
cock in it was unbearable. Seeing, with some reluctance, that the girl
couldnÕt take anymore, at least not yet, Wesley withdrew it a little. Then
he shoved the penis back up again, harder, making Sylvie howl. Then back
it came again, and he cruelly twisted it, then up, then back, fucking her
now in her ass with the thing.
ÒAfter this you will take my cock,Ó Wesley said to Sylvie, and he
meant it too, for his penis felt as if it would burst if he didnÕt get it
inside something soon. When he was satisfied that he had tormented the
girl to the limit of her endurance, he withdrew the greased phallus. It
was brown with SylvieÕs anal interior. A woman offered him a
handkerchief, made of silk, and wrapped up the fake cock in it.
Now Wesley reared up, like some great horse. He launched himself
forward, and without giving Sylvie a moment to rest after the awful
phallus had been removed, he put his own penis directly against her
bottom hole. She was tight. He gave a jerking forward movement and she
screamed as she felt his penis, the real thing now, stick itself into her,
breaking through the barrier of her tight little anus. He gritted his teeth
as he plunged into her. She was so unbearably yet deliciously snug! As
everyone watched, he fucked her, back and forth and endlessly, or so it
seemed, huffing and puffing and striving mightily to his sperm back, until
at last he flooded her bowels with himself. Then he withdrew and went
away. It was left to the women to give Sylvie pleasure, turning her over
on the couch and rubbing her between her legs until she came.
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