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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
CANDYLAND CUNNY
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Chapter One
I guess I have a sense of adventure. Sexual adventure, that is, to
distinguish it from all other types of adventure. At least thatÕs what a
guy on the Internet told me. I was doing Internet Relay Chat, which some
people call ÔCherry Chat,Õ because, I guess, thereÕs lots of girls who have
slumber parties in the summer time and like nothing more than going on
IRC and chatting up perverts while safe inside their daddieÕs house.
Of course, I had no interest in talking to any perverts, but I did
wonder if there were any hunky guys using the Internet. Maybe some jocks
who needed some help with their math or something. I figured, being in
eighth grade, I knew Ôcollege math,Õ at least at the level that those hunky
dudes who play football in college do. (Or rather, donÕt, until they get help
from a sweet helpful gal like me!)
I got on the IRC with this person named Terry. And I couldnÕt tell
whether it was a woman or a man! At first I was put off a little, insisting
on knowing their gender, but they just kept peppering me with questions,
and pretty soon they were sexual questions and I was doing my best to
make up the answers. ÔCause, you know, I didnÕt really know the answers.
Terry found out that I had an interest in having a sexual adventure.
ThatÕs what Terry said. I didnÕt know it myself. I just answered the
questions that Terry posed. And it turned out that Terry lived nearby.
I signed off right away when I learned that! After all, I didnÕt want
anybody to know where I was staying or that I wanted to have a sexual
adventure. But the next night, with my parents asleep and with me feeling
bored and restless in bed, I got on the Net again. And there was Terry,
waiting for me!
I was too curious not to continue our conversation. We chatted some
more, and I began to feel that Terry might be a woman. My parents were
staying for the summer at a resort in Canada. My mom was attending a
gynecologistÕs convention and my dad was practising his golf swing. And
seeing another woman. IÕd figured that out, in the last few days, as mom
hurried off to her meetings and dad suddenly seemed less possessive of
me. And then IÕd see him on the golf course, with a girl by his side,
perhaps 20, wearing a very short skirt and letting Dad help her with her
swing.
So I was left to myself, mostly. With a big pool full of snotty girls,
and guys who wanted to grope me. Or tennis courts, populated by the same
people. But IÕd had tongues stuck down my throat before, on previous
summers, at other resorts, and IÕd had guys pinch my ass. I was looking
for something a little more sophisticated. I didnÕt really need to do
summer camp again. Maybe IÕd ODÕed on too much ÔSnoopy Goes to Summer
Camp.Õ I liked it a lot when I was little. I even had a VHS tape of it once,
until I watched it so much I wore it out. But now, every time I even
thought of going where I was supposed to, to the resortÕs big pool or its
tennis courts, I just thought, ÒYep. Snoopy Goes to Summer Camp.Ó And I
felt like one of the silly little eight-year-olds that I saw running merrily
around the pool and splashing everyone who tried to lie out.
So, I found Terry instead.
ÒI canÕt believe it. YouÕre going to Oakland Ridge Resort?Ó Terry
typed to me over IRC.
ÒYes,Ó I typed back. ÒBut itÕs soooo boring. :( You know how resorts
are. How to get the Clap from some guy you donÕt even like in 3 weeks or
less.Ó
ÒOh, I know what you mean,Ó Terry typed back. ÒBut I live nearby.
And I own a horse farm. You can visit me anytime.Ó And Terry gave me the
address.
As I thought about Terry and her horse farm (I was becoming more
and more convinced that Terry was, in fact, a woman), I couldnÕt put it out
of my mind. After all, Terry was the one whoÕd had so many sexual
questions for me. And whoÕd told me I wanted to go on a sexual adventure.
And she owned a horse farm?! Somehow that mixture just sent shivers
down my spine like you wouldnÕt believe.
So, one morning, knowing my parents wouldnÕt miss me, I got up very
early. It was still quite cold, with mist lying on the ground, but I got out
my new bikini, one my mom insisted was too daring for me to wear, and I
slipped it on. It had adjustable cups and I stood there in my bedroom
trying to get them to work. I was 13, and IÕd just grown tits. Why they
suddenly popped out, I have no idea, since my mom said sheÕd had to wait
for hers until she was 17. But mine arrived early I guess, and I stood
there in the chilly morning, with my panties still lying in my open dresser
drawer, trying to get those delicate cups to sit just right on my bosoms.
They were salaciously narrow. The slightest mispositioning of them
might let one of my nipples pop out. I guess the fact that my nipples were
hard didnÕt help. Every time I moved the soft bra cups back or forth, IÕd be
sliding them over my pointy nipples. IÕd have to let out a little sigh, and
IÕd feel a naughty sense of lust fill my tummy.
But I finally got the bra on correctly and then I fetched my panties
from the drawer and I put them on too. They were as stringy as my bra.
Mom said they shouldnÕt make such sexy swimwear in a junior size, for
12-year-old girls. IÕd got the swimsuit when I was 12, from some uncle
of mine who mom felt was much too indulgent. And IÕd kept it, though
sheÕd tried to throw it out. IÕd kept it, waiting for my titties to grow, and
then, quite suddenly, and much to my momÕs chagrin, I think, remembering
how shocked sheÕd been when IÕd developed little paps on my chest at age
8, my bosoms blossomed. And then my anticipation was over and I could
actually try on my bikini, having something real to stuff into those tiny
bra cups.
Sometimes at night IÕd put on my naughty, ÒsinfulÓ bikini, as my dad
called it (my mom called it ÒabusiveÓ) and IÕd strut back and forth in my
bedroom, alone, staring at myself in my mirror.
Now I was going to wear my bikini for real. I was determined to do
it. I felt quite shy about it. ThatÕs why I got up so early. I was going to
wear it and march myself through the woods, finding all my courage (I
hoped!) to do it, and I was going to go find out about Terry and her horse
farm and what it was like to go on a sexual adventure.
I slipped downstairs and tied on my newest pair of tennis shoes.
They were a bright mixture of yellow and pink, with pink laces. I liked
them a lot. They showed me off when I walked down the street and I liked
that. Perhaps they werenÕt the best choice for sneaking out of my house,
but I liked them so much I couldnÕt bear not to wear them.
I left our rented resort house, closing the door quietly. I knew I
couldnÕt find the courage to go visit Terry alone, so I went to the pool
first. I knew sometimes a lifeguard was there, in the early morning
hourse, cleaning it. I hoped the pool needed some cleaning this morning,
Ôcause I needed a lifeguard.
I walked along the deserted streets of the resort. Trees lined the
street, tall white pines with their branches trimmed perfectly, belying
the sense of nature we were all supposed to feel. Everything at this
resort was that way. Natural, but too-well trimmed, organized, put in its
place and kept there.
Arriving at the pool I found myself peering through its chain link
fence. And there he was. IÕd never seen him before, and he wasnÕt quite
what IÕd hoped for, being a little too skinny, I thought (although my mom
says I have Ôfantastical expectationsÕ when it comes to boys.)
He was dragging leaves to the edge of the pool using a long stick. He
was just wearing his swimsuit and sneakers and I thought he looked kind
of silly, wearing a lifeguardÕs speedo swimsuit, so tight it showed his
dick, and a pair of sneakers. But I knew he needed the sneakers to go
tromping around at the back end of the pool where some forest was
allowed to intrude. There was a big stand of trees at the back of the pool
and once a week the lifeguards had to spend their morning cleaning out
fallen sticks and debris back there. I guessed this was just such a
morning and it was just as well, for I needed my lifeguard to go hiking
with me to TerryÕs place.
The lifeguard was tanned and lean (too lean, I thought, though he
must have been no more than 15) and he looked up at me.
ÒPoolÕs closed,Ó he said, and went back to his work. Well, I felt kind
of stupid. I felt like a little girl pressing my nose to the fence, pressing
my nose to it and too dumb to know that the pool didnÕt open for another
two hours.
But I stood there, feeling embarrassed. I just kept staring at him,
while simultaneously hoping that no one drove by, for with the street
behind me and me in a thong-backed bikini, I knew IÕd make quite a cute
picture of ass flesh for whoever drove by. It would be the gardeners
probably, rude rough men who had no manners at all. I didnÕt really want
to make their morning for them by showing them my bare ass.
So I just kept staring, and pretty soon he noticed and, this time, he
put down his pole. I clanked as it hit the poolÕs decking and he came
strutting over to me, looking all self-confident and important. He had on a
pair of sunglasses, pushed up into his hair so he could see, since it was
still dewy and misty outside, with the big trees all around us blocking out
much of the sunlight. On his speedoes, sewn in to give him authority, was
the red cross that showed he was an official lifeguard.
He swaggered over to me, cutting through the grass that lined the
fence and, quite ridiculously, tripping over a branch that had fallen from
one of the trees. He came up to me and stared at me through the fence. I
saw him swallow once as his eyes lit upon my bosoms caught in their tiny
adjustable cups.
ÒThis pool does not open until 9 oÕclock,Ó the lifeguard boy said to
me. His cock seemed to have grown a little in his speedos. He put his
hands on his hips.
ÒWhat makes you think I even want to go swimming?Ó I asked him. I
looked like a little imp, I knew, sticking my pug nose out, my eyes glaring
and my mouth sassy. I clung to the fence, knowing if I let go heÕd have
won and IÕd be left to creep back home. I didnÕt have the guts to visit
Terry by myself.
ÒWell, youÕre AT the fucking pool, arenÕt you? What am I supposed to
think, that youÕre going to Mars?Ó the smart-assed boy asked me.
ÒIÕm going on a sexual adventure,Ó I told him. ÒTO a horse farm.Ó
This blew his mind. I knew it would. He swallowed hard and his
cock, though I tried not to look at it, got very hard in his swim trunks.
ÒSo what do you need me for?Ó he asked haltingly, at last, after
what seemed like hours. Was he admitting that he was inexperienced?
Unknowing? I wanted to ask him but I knew it would just piss him off and
IÕd lose him.
ÒI need you to come along to protect me,Ó I said very quietly and
seriously. And I did. I wasnÕt going to go on a sexual adventure all by
myself!
ÒYou donÕt even know me,Ó the boy answered.
ÒYouÕre a lifeguard, arenÕt you?Ó I asked him.
ÒWell, yes...Ó
ÒSo come along and guard my life. I donÕt want to get killed or
anything.Ó
ÒUm, okay,Ó he said. Just like that. It was so sweet. I know he
thought heÕd get me to drop my panties the minute he came out from
behind the fence, but I was determined not to let him do that. I sat down
on the curb by the road and waited for him. I heard him bang through the
doors of the poolÕs clubhouse, coming from the inside of the pool round
about to where I sat, on the other side of the fence. And then he was
there, standing over me, with his penis big and hard in his swimsuit and
me thinking he didnÕt look so skinny after all, now that he was so close to
me and standing above me.
I stood up. I tugged at the string in my bottomcrack so it wouldnÕt
press into me so tightly. I took his hand.
ÒWhere are we going?Ó he asked.
ÒTo a horse farm, silly,Ó I told him.
ÒDo I get to ride you there?Ó he asked sarcastically.
ÒNo,Ó I replied. ÒYou just get to protect me. And donÕt try anything.
I just need you for protection.Ó
I pulled him onto the grass and we walked along the fence that
guarded the pool. Soon we were in the woods, and as we walked they
became wilder and the formality of the tree-lined boulevards, with their
clipped branches and perfect blossoms on the flowering trees, was gone.
The ground rose under our feet and I panted a little as I tugged my
lifeguard-boyfriend along. He was surprisingly quiet. He let me lead him
as if he were just a big dog. In truth I think he was so hard inside his
swimsuit that every step he took threatened to give him a premature
ejaculation. He was so worried about cumming that he had no time to
think about contradicting me or teasing me or trying to yank off my
swimsuit. I donÕt think, for all his bravado, that heÕd been with a girl in
such a skimpy swimsuit before.
We mounted a rise and found ourselves in a clearing and suddenly we
both knew we were outside the resort grounds. There, before us, lying low
in the first of the valleys that stretched out before us, was a horse corral
and a big stately farmhouse and a barn. I glanced about me. IÕd put on my
compass watch and I checked it to see where we were. IÕd only been in
Girl Scouts for a month, just this spring, before my mom and dad made me
come with them to the resort, but I had learnt in Girl Scouts how to read a
compass.
ÒYep, thatÕs it,Ó I said with all the self-confidence I could muster. I
had no idea, really, but Terry had said her barn had an Amish design
painted on the side of it and this one did.
I tugged on my lifeguardÕs hand and down we went, picking our way
down the hill through loose gravel and rocks. I saw some daisies growing
by a tree and I stopped and bent over and sniffed them. I clung
possessively to my panties as I bent over Ôcause I really did want to sniff
the diasies but I didnÕt want my randy lifeguard to get any ideas. The
daisies smelled sweet and there was a sprinkling of dew upon them. I
reached down and picked one. My lifeguard stood beside me. I caught a
glimpse of his crotch out of the corner of my eye and he was bulging like a
banana in front.
I stood up. I put the daisy in my hair. I felt delicious. I had a not-
so-skinny lifeguard with me and IÕd invited him to go with me on a sexual
adventure.
ÒYou look cute,Ó he said to me. I hadnÕt asked his name.
ÒWhatÕs your name?Ó I inquired. He paused a moment, as if he
couldnÕt remember. He was staring at my tits. My nipples had sprung up
anew (theyÕd subsided as we hiked) and he looked like he wanted to suck
them.
ÒDan,Ó he said.
ÒDan, take down your swimtrunks,Ó I told him.
ÒHuh?Ó he asked.
We stood in the cool misty woods and the trees surrounded us and
hushed our conversation.
ÒPull down your swim trunks, silly,Ó I repeated. He hesitated and
then, putting his hands into the waistband of his suit, he yanked it down to
his knees.
ÒOh!Ó I cried, quite surprised. IÕd never seen a guyÕs dick before and
it sprang right out at me. It was big and long and impossibly hard. For a
moment I just stared at it. Then, not knowing quite what to do with it, I
reached behind myself and untied my bra. He stood watching. I saw him
flinch as my fresh, newly grown bosoms tumbled out of my bra cups. My
nipples were as pointy and hard as his big sausage was.
Carefully I looped my bra over the shaft of his penis, just below his
crown. I tied it so that he was caught like a pony in a harness. Except
that he was harnessed by his dick, not his head.
ÒNow weÕre going to go to the horse farm,Ó I told him.
ÒYou are totally insane,Ó Dan said to me. I was afraid he would fight
me but, with a teeny string bra wrapped around his big penis, I realized
his greatest fear was that heÕd spoil his fun and spurt onto my thigh. I led
him down the hill, wearing a daisy in my hair and my thong panties, and my
bright day-glo tennies, but nothing else. IÕd give him as a present to
Terry, I decided, to show her I was serious about having a sexual
adventure. ÔBring Your Own Boy,Õ I laughed to myself. Yes, I wasnÕt old
enough to bring my own beer, but I could bring my own boy on my sexual
adventure.
I know what youÕre thinking. DonÕt tell me you went for a hike
through the woods to go meet a stranger, tugging a boy along with his
pants round his knees and using your bra for a leash! Well, I suppose you
spent your day at the pool, plotting designs on the various lifeguards, and
getting splashed by little kids with their pesky plastic buckets. ItÕs much
easier to go on a little hike, believe me, rather than fighting all those
children all day and trying to play babysitter for different moms and
wishing you could get the lifeguard to look at you when all he sees is the
17-year-old chick who has hips that are bigger than yours. All you do is,
1. arrive early. You always get noticed more if youÕre the only girl at the
pool. 2. tell the lifeguard youÕre going on a sexual adventure. 3. have
someplace to go (like TerryÕs horse farm). If youÕre lucky the guy will
come right along with you, and heÕll be too worried about embarrassing
himself by shooting off his erection to give you much trouble.
So we walked down through the trees and I found myself standing
outside TerryÕs farmhouse. I wasnÕt sure it was hers, but I guessed if it
wasnÕt my boyfriend and I could dash back into the woods. Dan would have
to yank his swimsuit back up, of course, if he was going to run good, but I
figured that was his problem. I walked him up a gravel path that ran
between two rows of rosebushes. We walked quietly, hoping that our
sneakers didnÕt crunch too loudly on the gravel. Dan was getting more and
more nervous about having his shorts around his knees as we approached
the strangerÕs house. But I think weÕd spent so much time in school being
warned about ÔStranger DangerÕ that it was kind of a kick for us both to
walk up to some unknown personÕs house with him bare-ass naked and me
topless. Maybe it was the mist, lingering between the bushes, letting us
feel concealed even though we werenÕt. It made my skin a little wet and I
was impossibly cool and chilly, but at the same time I felt hot inside of
me, and I was too turned on by my plight to not at least ring the doorbell
of the house in front of us.
ÒYou are totally fucking insane!Ó Dan whispered to me as we stepped
up onto the porch of the big house. Its boards creaked beneath our feet.
ÒJust donÕt shoot when she opens the door,Ó I told him.
ÒHow do you know its a woman who lives here?Ó Dan asked. His eyes
were wide. He was more enthralled than ever, not only being led around on
a penis leash made from my bra, but about to present his loins in all their
glory to a woman!
I wasnÕt sure it was a woman we were meeting. I was desperately
curious. Fortunately, we both had our tennis shoes on, Dan and me. As I
reached up to ring the doorbell I felt certain weÕd both run the minute I
pressed it. Like children, ringing doorbells and running and hiding.
Before I could touch the doorbell the door opened. I was so shocked!
I yanked my hand back and stood there staring. A woman with dark hair
and porcelain features, wearing a robe as if sheÕd just gotten out of bed or
her bath, stood in the doorway. She smiled softly. I felt Dan step forward.
She looked at me, as if to acknowledge me, woman to woman, and then she
looked at Dan with his big penis sticking out and his shorts round his
knees.
Dan wasnÕt going to run, I suddenly realized. HeÕd found his Dream
Woman and he was uncomfortable, maybe, about being seen by her with his
pants down, but when youÕre a boy and 15 I donÕt think youÕre too shy if you
think you can whack off with a woman who looks like sheÕs just stepped
out of Penthouse. And Terry did, for I knew it must be her. Who else
would have entertained me on IRC with so many tempting questions? She
had a feline look to her, all graceful and yet with a scent of menace. Her
lips were beestung and looked as if they spent most mornings around
penises like the one Dan was currently displaying. A large bust impressed
itself into the front of her gown, jiggling as she let out a little giggle,
looking at Dan. She smiled almost shyly and then, in tune with the
brooding sense of sexuality she exuded, she reached out and gently pried
my bikini bra from my hand. It gave her possession of Dan. She tugged
hard on the bra-leash. Dan let out a yelp and felt himself pulled forward
by his cock much more forcefully than IÕd ever done. He waggled bare-ass
into her house. His stiff erection made him hugely uncomfortable, I
guessed. He looked sick with desire to cum and yet, at the same time, sick
with fear that he would cum, shooting his load like a small boy pees
sometimes, when he canÕt save himself Ôtil he gets to the bathroom.
ÒYou must be Katy,Ó the awsome black-haired woman said to me.
I nodded. I was mute. I was standing on her porch in just my thong
bikini panties and my day-glo tennies and I had no idea what to say.
ÒCome inside, please,Ó she urged. ÒIÕm afraid youÕll catch cold
standing out there in just your bikini bottoms.Ó
I slipped inside. I felt like a kitten being let into a strangerÕs house.
Mewing outside, then suddenly the door opens and you donÕt know whether
to dash away or... whether youÕll get a fresh bowl of warm milk if you
venture indoors. IÕd brought the fresh milk, I feared. Dan looked like he
was in danger of spilling it all out on TerryÕs living room carpet.
A fire crackled in the corner of the living room. I felt chilly
suddenly, perhaps at having finally arrived and letting the heat in my
tummy subside a little. It had been downright cold this morning, hadnÕt
it? Why had I put on such a silly bikini when it was so chilly outside? I
padded over to the fireplace and turned to see what Terry was doing to
Dan. I put my back to the fire. I felt its heat warm my bottom and I stood
there rubbing my ass, trying to warm it up.
ÒWhatÕs your name?Ó Terry asked Dan as discreetly as she could.
She brushed back her long black hair with her hand. It was held in a loose
chignon but locks of it kept falling down into her face. She held him
firmly by my bra-leash and I sensed from her eyes that she was
determined that he not spill himself on her carpet.
ÒUh, IÕm Dan and..Ó
Ò...this is my penis!Ó Terry finished for him, laughing. She tugged on
his cock, watching it stretch as she yanked him. ÒDan, you are so brave to
come here. And to show me yourself so freely! But you mustnÕt shoot
yourself on my rug, okay? Do you think you can hold back your sperm a
little while I fix us some breakfast?Ó
ÒGosh, I donÕt know,Ó Dan said frankly.
ÒYouÕre hungry, arenÕt you?Ó Terry asked.
ÒWell, yeah...Ó
In more ways than one, I was sure. I walked over from the fire,
feeling a little warmer now, a little more comfortable. If it was just me
and Terry here on her horsefarm well, I was glad I had come! What a
strange, wonderful woman this was. I guessed she must work as a whore
or something, she seemed so naturally, yet unbeliveably sexy. But I didnÕt
dare ask. Instead I looked at Dan, contemplating his penis, and I asked
him, ÒDoes it hurt you when it sticks out so big like that?Ó
ÒNo,Ó he said, looking at me. He watched how my bare breasts rose
and fell with my breaths. ÒWell, it does, kinda, but not in the way you
mean.Ó
ÒHave you ever fucked, either of you?Ó Terry asked us. We both
looked at her. Then we looked at each other.
ÒWe just met this morning,Ó I offered, by way of excuse.
ÒYou must have lied a little bit on IRC then,Ó Terry smiled at me. I
looked down at my tennies. They glowed up at me, cherry bright.
ÒYeah,Ó I said quietly.
ÒItÕs okay. YouÕre both here now,Ó Terry replied. ÒIÕm sure your
parents wonÕt miss you Ôtil nightfall. LetÕs get something to eat. I have a
feeling you both skipped breakfast and IÕm hungry, anyway, for some food.
We can explore each other after weÕve gotten something to eat.Ó
Each other. The promise of those words made me shiver. I wasnÕt
sure I wanted to anything more than say hello and then say goodbye. But
Terry led us into her kitchen, pulling Dan along matter-of-factly, not
letting him get away, at least, and I decided to follow along. IÕm sure I
could have dashed back out her front door but she had my bra and I didnÕt
want to leave without it. I did have an appetite after all that hiking. But
Dan, with his penis all swollen and possessed by the leash, looked like he
wasnÕt even thinking of breakfast. Just shooting, shooting, shooting out
his cum like a boy dog does when it leaps on its master Ôcause it canÕt find
a mate.
We walked from the living room into TerryÕs kitchen. It had an
island in the middle, with brass pots hanging overhead, and a gas range and
a big sink for washing vegetables and dishes. Terry pointed to the
breakfast table by the window and Dan and I both wandered over to the
table and pulled out chairs for ourselves. They were beige chairs that
were made of solid oak and they matched the table. Each one,
thoughtfully, bore a cushion on it to save our bare bottoms from having to
sit on the hard wooden seats.
I sat down and looked anxiously at Dan. I was, to be honest, worried
about my hymen. Did I really want to lose it? Dan seemed engrossed with
his erection. If he was a virgin, like me, I donÕt think he had any second
thoughts about being here. He reached across the table and, despite
looking silly with his shorts around his knees and my bra tied around his
penis, he clasped my wrist. His eyes seemed to say, ÒDonÕt go. Stay with
me please and... let me fuck you?Ó I felt he was asking as much as telling.
I knew he was entralled with Terry and would take whatever she gave him,
but he wanted me too. I decided to stay to see what happened, at least. I
glanced from him out the window and saw the big sheltering trees of the
forest all around us. I remembered Hansel and Gretal, coming upon the
witch in the gingerbread house. But Terry was no witch, I was sure. She
was too pretty for that. I twisted my head round and looked at her to
make sure she hadnÕt changed into anything nasty.
Nope. There she was, pretty as ever, her robe modestly round her
pinup body, clinging to it, yet letting it show every curve of her as she
bent and lifted and stretched, getting her things to make breakfast for us.
Terry looked over her shoulder at us. ÒHow about oatmeal banana
pancakes?Ó she asked. She was as natural as if weÕd all been clothed in
our Sunday best. I was sure she must be a woodland Heidi, Heidi Fleiss I
mean, but that only made me more determined to find out more about her.
How could she be so beautiful and yet so natural and so free? Sex seemed
as nothing to her, as if we might eat and then, afterward, all lose our
virginity. In the soft light of the morning she seeemed as virginal as me,
standing there in her soft felt bathrobe. ÒDo you want pancakes?Ó she
asked us. ÒOr should I fix something else? Or are you both going to run
away and leave me here to eat by myself?Ó
ÒNo! Pancakes, thatÕs cool,Ó Dan blurted. He was so desperate to
cum he couldnÕt think of anything else.
ÒPancakes, please,Ó I said. I was feeling more and more like I had to
rub my pussy, it was so sensual sitting here, with my bare bottom on a
soft cushion and my feet dangling down from my chair, turning to look out
the window and seeing the squirrels.
Two squirrels mated on a tree branch and I saw it and Dan, turning
his head, saw it too. We both stared. The male mounted the female from
behind, dominating her furry body. He humped her hard and she tried to get
away but he held her tightly and he got his sperm into her. Dan was still
holding me by my wrist and I looked over at his wrist and saw the design
someone had drawn on the back of his hand in ink, some naughty girl
perhaps, a design of a heart with an arrow through it. And on his wrist
Dan wore a leathern wristlet, made mabye by some girl in arts and crafts
class. I slipped my finger through is wristlet and let myself be trapped by
it. He looked from the squirrels into my eyes.
ÒYouÕre pretty cute for a lifeguard,Ó I said to him.
ÒYouÕre pretty cut for an insane girl who belongs in a mental
asylum,Ó he replied. I looked down, a little hurt. He apologized. I reached
under the table and caught hold of his dick.
ÒDonÕt. IÕll cum,Ó he told me honestly. I rubbed him a little, very
gently, kneading his big sausage with my exploring fingertips.
ÒYouÕre going to cum anyways,Ó I replied, a little sassily.
ÒI know but...Ó he coughed. ÒNot yet.Ó
ÒYou want to do it to HER!Ó I accused, leaning forward, whispering.
ÒAnd you,Ó he said.
ÒI know you want to do it to me. YouÕve wanted to fuck me ever
since you saw me standing outside your pool!Ó
ÒNo, I was trying to keep you from trespassing,Ó Dan said. ÒThe pool
opens at nine oÕclock, not before.Ó
ÒWell, try to keep your big thingy from opening onto her floor!Ó I
sassed.
I pulled my hand away. Then I felt between his legs again and found
my bra. I lifted it and tugged on his dick. ÒYou should pull up your pants
for breakfast,Ó I said to him hotly. I was aroused. I couldnÕt believe how
hairy his legs were. Yet his dick was smooth and iron-hard. I tugged on
my bra again.
ÒWould you both like some orange juice?Ó Terry asked. She walked
over to us and I was shocked to see she didnÕt have her robe on anymore.
Her body was tall and delicate, with a waspishly narrow waist but
generous hips and a full, womanly bottom. She had long legs and as she
bent, showing her bottom to me as she filled a glass with orange juice for
Dan, her bosoms fell down on DanÕs shoulder and he nearly spurted looking
at them.
She straightened and then she turned to me and she turned right-side
up a glass that was already by my place at the table, and she filled it for
me. ÒI hope you donÕt mind that I took off my robe,Ó she said to me. ÒI
like to go nude indoors and I only put on a robe to answer the door.Ó
I seemed a little shocked and when sheÕd filled my glass she patted
me on the head. ÒYou are so sweet and naive,Ó she said to me. ÒHave you
never had sex? You must learn to enjoy your body. DonÕt worry, IÕm a
woman. I can help you if you like. But itÕs up to you, dear. IÕm a domme
and I donÕt believe in forcing people. Not unless they give me permission.Ó
ÒWhatÕs a--?Ó I mouthed the first part of my sentence but I couldnÕt
find the courage to finish it.
ÒWait! Let me get the pancakes before they burn!Ó Terry said to me,
lifting a finger. She spun on her heels, and I noticed for the first time
that despite her nudity she wore five inch spiked heels. Had she slept in
them, I wondered? Had she put them on after her morning bath, just to
feel special? I had no idea but I noticed they made her bottom swing with
extra vigor as she walked over to the stove and got our pancakes for us.
She put them on plates and sprinkled them with blueberries from the
fridge. She served them to us. Then, popping a bottle of champagne,
careful not to let it spray her, opening it over the sink, she filled glasses
for us to celebrate with.
ÒHereÕs to your hymen!Ó Terry said teasingly to me, sitting down
beside me. Our table was small and round and both she and I could toy
with DanÕs cock if we wished. I felt myself flooded with intimate
feelings. We ate our pancakes. I asked Terry again what a ÔDommeÕ was.
ÒA Domme is someone who dominates people sexually,Ó Terry told
me. ÒMen visit me, or couples sometimes, and they pay me to awaken their
bodies for them. When I was on IRC with you I was actually looking to see
if there were any couples visiting Oakland Ridge who might want my
services.Ó She looked at me. She reached out and brushed a crumb of
oatmeal pancake from the corner of my mouth.
ÒYou were so curious, I couldnÕt resist toying with you, even though I
knew you werenÕt what I was looking for,Ó Terry said. She ate another
bite of pancake and then looked at me more seriously. ÒI must say...Ó she
paused. ÒIÕm proud of you for visiting me. You must be a very bored and
spoilt little girl to put on your best bikini and come marching over here to
see me. And youÕre clever too. IÕve seen girls wrap a guy around their
finger, but IÕve never seen a 13-year-old get her bra wrappped around a
hunky dudeÕs cock!Ó
ÒDo you think Dan is hunky?Ó I asked. I sipped some of my
champagne. It sent bubbles right to my head and I suddenly felt much more
free talking with Terry about sex and boys and stuff.
ÒHeÕs VERY hunky for his age,Ó Terry replied. She sipped her
champagne too. Dan had downed his and reached and filled up his glass
with more from the bottle Terry had set on the table. ÒHow old are you,
Dan?Ó Terry asked.
ÒIÕm, uh, almost 16,Ó Dan answered. He filled his glass and downed
it again.
ÒYouÕre not going to get drunk on me, are you, Dan?Ó Terry asked.
ÒNo, but IÕm not going to pass up good liquor, either,Ó Dan answered.
ÒDo you have more of this stuff?Ó
Terry laughed. She threw her head back and her bosoms bounced on
her chest as she laughed. Her voice was like small tinkling bells, all
ringing at once. ÒDan, my dear manly, hunky boy, I have Everything. I have
hard liquor and soft porn and drugs and the latest rock and roll, if you care
to dance with me. Dan, IÕm paid to make men happy. And women, too. ItÕs
how I make my living. I know how to use my body any way I please and I
can play with sex toys too, if you like. Do you read Penthouse, Dan?Ó
Dan looked embarrassed. He blushed. ÒSometimes,Ó he replied.
ÒDidnÕt you see last JanuaryÕs issue?Ó Terry asked.
ÒI guess I missed that one,Ó Dan replied.
ÒWell, it was a great issue, belive me, Ôcause I was the Pet for that
month,Ó Terry said. She shook her head and her bosoms shook on her chest
as she did it. ÒPoor Dan,Ó she said. ÒI guess you had to just look at your
hand that month, hmmm? Or was it your dadÕs old Playboys from 1968
that you looked at?Ó
ÒWhat--Ó Dan was both curious and ashamed. ÒWhat makes you think
I, uh, you know...Ó
ÒMasturbate?Ó Terry laughed again. ÒYou donÕt have to be afraid to
say the word. I know about men, Dan.Ó Her eyes took on a serious look.
ÒYouÕve been making sperm since you were 12 or 13 and donÕt think for a
moment that I believe youÕve been holding it inside your balls all these
years!Ó
ÒWell, no...Ó Dan answered. He took a sudden interest in finishing his
pancakes.
Terry discreetly failed to bring up my bodiesÕ desires. I was
grateful for that. I didnÕt really want Dan to know how I rubbed myself
sometimes, late at night, holding my thighs pressed together and feeling
ashamed and yet desperate. My cunny would burn for attention. I wouldnÕt
know what to do. IÕd hope that Superman or someone would fly into my
window and save me but it would never happen and IÕd be left staring
through my window at the moon, him observing, so calmly, as I shamed
myself in his golden light.
I think we were both awed by DanÕs cock, Terry and I, as we sat
eating our pancakes. Now and then she would feel down under the table to
make sure he hadnÕt suffered an accident. ÒKeep your legs apart, WELL
apart, Dan,Ó Terry told him in no uncertain terms.
ÒItÕs my dick,Ó Dan protested.
ÒNot in my house, young man. Here it belongs to me,Ó Terry replied.
She winked at me. ÒAnd my friends, if they wish to partake.Ó
I could think of nothing else but DanÕs organ as I tried to eat my
pancakes. I drank more champagne to try to alleviate my desire for him,
but it only made my head swim more. Terry was so sexy! Her every
movement sent her breasts shivering and I knew mine, bare as hers, were
wiggling too, delighting DanÕs eyes, but somehow her womanly presence
impressed me to the point of wanting to rub myself. There was her, so
light and gay, so nude, and Dan, so hard, so desperately hard. I had begun
the morning with a fairly chaste walk through the woods but now I felt
like a follower of Dionysis at a bacchanal. I realized my thighs were
pressed tightly together and I knew why.
ÒItÕs okay if you want to rub yourself,Ó Terry told me. ÒGo ahead.
Put your hand to your little clit and rub it in nice slow circles to prepare
yourself for DanÕs cock. You are going to take him, arenÕt you?Ó Her eyes
had lost their innocent charm and she looked like a ticketmaster standing
before a train, urging me to get on.
ÒI-- I,Ó I stuttered. Some munchings from my pancake dropped from
my lips as I chewed.
ÒRub yourself. IÕll rub myself too. I think youÕll have less trouble
deciding if you do,Ó Terry told me. She reached over and took my hand.
She pulled it from the table and pressed it down against my belly and then
lower, and lower still. I opened my thighs as she intruded my own fingers
into the front of my swimsuit. ÒI insist, dear. I want to see you rubbing
yourself, just like me.Ó Terry took her own free hand and frankly put it
between her thighs, spreading her legs to allow herself to play with her
clit. She was nude and she tugged at her pubic hair, encouraging me to do
the same.
I felt inside my bikini. My pubic curls were soft and hot. I watched
Terry and dipped my hand lower, copying her. She took her hand from mine
and let me play with myself freely as she did the same with her own cunt.
ÒOh!Ó I cried. I dropped my fork. It clattered to my plate.
ÒThatÕs it. YouÕre so sensitive, dear! Look what just one touch does.
Do it some more. Make yourself wet for poor Dan here so he can stick
himself right in!Ó
I couldnÕt belive it. I felt so sinful! I rubbed my clit hard, feeling
its sponginess and its softness. It was definitely moist, and it grew
juicier as I plyed it with my intrusive fingertips. Terry smiled at me and
did the same to herself. We were both sinners and we were both going to
Hell, I knew, but watching her breasts bounce on her chest, and feeling my
own wriggle and jerk, I knew we would both go there happy.
ÒGod, that feels good!Ó Dan said with a big sigh.
ÒDan! Not YOU!Ó Terry reached under the table and pulled him away
from his organ. ÒYouÕll shoot sperm all over our legs if I let you play with
yourself. And your seed will be wasted. You need to save it for KatyÕs
virgin cunny, dear boy. SheÕs never done it before and youÕre the only penis
in the house. I really donÕt think she wants to get it from me, wearing a
strap on dildo!Ó
I flushed. Did Terry really own such things? In my passion, I tried
to imagine her strapping on such a horrid thing. ÔWell, babe,Õ sheÕd say to
me. ÔI guess olÕ Dan shot off too soon, so IÕm going to have to pretend IÕm a
boy and do you myself!Õ And sheÕd bend me over on her bed and ram her
fake store-bought prick right into me, deeper than Dan could, and more
firmly and lustily.
ÒOoooooh!Ó I shouted. I threw my head back. I was mad with bliss. I
couldnÕt think of anything now but sex, sex sex! It filled my tummy and
made my thoughts swim and I wanted to be forced to sit on something very
hard. I yanked my cushion out from under me and sat on the solid wood of
the chair seat.
ÒGod, she wants it bad,Ó Terry exclaimed to herself and to Dan,
looking at me. ÒI think weÕve had enough breakfast kids. And enough
champagne too, Dan! LetÕs go upstairs and releive you both of your
virginity.Ó
Terry rose and I stood up too, pushing my chair back abruptly,
straightening my legs, planting my feet solidly on the floor. Trying to
regain my modesty, I took my hand from inside my panties. But I hooked
my thumbs into my waistband drawstring and stood ready to drop them at
TerryÕs command.
Dan stood up as quickly as I had. I think he was going to yank his
shorts off his legs but Terry reached out and grabbed up his penis-leash
(my bra) and yanked him toward herself before he could get his swimsuit
off his legs. I think she liked him with his suit round his knees, hobbling
him. Boys can get out of control sometimes. His suit and my bra kept him
under her tutelage.
We walked from the kitchen. I kept my hands at my waist, ready to
rid myself of my panties at a momentÕs notice. I felt my ass swaying
behind me and I knew my hymen to be lost. Terry led us back through the
living room, with its crackling, inviting fireplace, and up a long flight of
stairs. She took us down a hall to a bathroom.
ÒBoth of you, inside,Ó she urged. Dan preceeded me and I followed
and she locked the door behind us, stepping in too.
ÒNow, I want to fill a tub for both of you and give you both a bath
first,Ó she said. ÒA kind of wedding bath. You only lose your virginity
once and I want to make it as special as I can.Ó She smiled at us. She was
nude and her hair was loose and dark, matching her pussy. She wore her
heels, primly, as if prepared to go dancing, but nothing else. She turned
from us and Dan and I stood, shuddering with our need, and watched her
bend over and turn on the bathtub faucet. Her bottom was full and round
and soft. The crevice between her cheeks looked inviting even to me. I
wanted to kiss her big pumpkin and find her hole and stick my finger
inside it.
Dan was beside himself. It took all his willpower for him to keep
from rubbing himself to ejaculation. I know he sounds like a total loser,
wanting to cum so much, but imagine if you were a guy and 15 and in a
bathroom naked with JanuaryÕs Penthouse Pet. And she wanted you to fuck
a little virgin girl who was standing right beside you, and you were a
virgin yourself. And the virgin girl, not being the goodest of girls, had
puckishly tied her bra around your big penis. Well, thatÕs what he was
faced with, and I admired his ability to hold in his seed, surrounded by so
much female flesh. As for myself, I stole my hand between my panties
again and played with my cunt. I was a girl. I could afford a little
pleasure. I was to receive. Dan had to work and sweat and fill me with
himself. I only need be open to him.
Terry sprinkled some soap flakes into our bathwater to give us
bubbles. Then she turned around and faced us. She smiled, a concerned
smile, knowing we were both virgins and scared to death of what we were
about to do. Me especially.
ÒTake off your tennis shoes, both of you,Ó she laughed. ÒYouÕre
taking a bath together, silly dears! You canÕt wear your shoes in the bath.Ó
Dan bent down and I did too. I saw how his face banged his big erect
penis as he bent over and I marvelled at it. He undid his laces and I undid
mine, like children competing in kindergarten, both of us fast, quick-
fingered. In a moment he was barefoot and so was I.
ÒCome, into the tub,Ó Terry told us. She took Dan and me both by the
hand and dragged us forward, both of us shy as cats. I found as I looked
into the tub that it was shockingly different in its details from any tub IÕd
seen before. I had a big oval basin for two or three people, like any
expensive tub, and towels piled on its sides and a scrubrush and sponge.
But besides that, it had chains hanging above it, behind a little vanity
drape that concealed the chains from anyone in the bathroom save the
bather herself. As I was made to step into the tub by Terry I came
underneath the chains and I looked up at them worriedly.
ÒYes, donÕt sit down,Ó Terry told both Dan and I. ÒThis is a special,
sexual bath. IÕll take care of doing the honors. You both just stand and let
me tie you up.Ó
I was at a loss what to think. Dan seemed not of a mind to save me,
or, for that matter, himself. Terry took my wrists first and lifted them
above my head until I was standing on tiptoe.
ÒTerry! This water is freezing!Ó I complained. I had been so shocked
by the chains that IÕd hardly noticed it. Now, however, thankfully standing
in it only up to my calves, I felt like an eskimo forced to take a bath in the
Arctic.
ÒYes, darling, and IÕm sure youÕll find it all the better that IÕm
binding your hands above you to keep you out of such icy water,Ó she said.
ÒIÕll bet youÕve never taken such a cold bath before, hmmm? Well, itÕs
what you get when you visit a Domme. If I made everything just like
youÕre used to at home youÕd have no reason to see me!Ó She tossed her
head, sweeping her black hair out of her eyes. She was like a sensuous
snake beside me, a pussy-snake, lifting my hands and softly kissing my
cheek as she made me stand very straight in the tub.
There was a triangle made of gold hanging above my head and Terry
closed my fingers over its base. As I clasped it I sighed and my bosoms
shook in front of me, entrancing DanÕs eyes. I felt like I was on the
monkeybars in grade school. Now, though, IÕd grown breasts and they stuck
out obscenely as I hung from the base of the triangle. Terry wrapped soft
leather cuffs around my wrists. She buckled them closed and then fixed
them to the chains so that if I let go of the triangle I would still be
hanging from the ceiling with my feet barely touching the floor of the tub.
I felt my tummy dip within me, making my belly concave. I was
totally nude except for my little string swimsuit, and suddenly I was very
glad that I hadnÕt taken it off. Terry kissed my cheek.
ÒYou look absolutely adorable dear,Ó she murmured. ÒI want to
stimulate your skin as well as washing it, and that will necessitate that I
use a crop on you. For that reason IÕm going to have to gag you. DonÕt
worry, IÕll make sure you can still breathe and everything.Ó
ÒNo!Ó I protested. But Terry told Dan to bend and get her a gag from
among the towels by the side of the tub. He did, his big penis jangling as
he moved, stiff as a board. He handed Terry the gag and watched with
interest as she bound it between my teeth. It forced my tongue to the
back of my mouth. I tried to close my lips over it but it was impossible. I
could taste wet canvas in my mouth.
I rolled my eyes in my head. This was all too much! But Terry
seemed impervious to my pleading, mewling complaints that I be let go.
Instead, with Dan compliant as a hard man could be, she trussed up Dan
with his hands lofted over his head the same way she tied up me. She even
gagged him.
ÒAnd now for your suit,Ó Terry said to me, as calmly as if she might
have been a check-in clerk taking my coat at a fancy restaurant. With
delicate fingers she untied my bikini panties. She drew them out from
between my legs. They had caught in my pussycrack and she had to give
them an extra little tug to get them out of me.
Terry folded my panties neatly and laid them down on top of a folded
towel on the ledge of the tub. Then, to my great surprise, she slid a
ladder-like divider between us. It was only about a foot wide. But it
inspired fear in me, for I didnÕt know it was for. Looking tubward, I saw
that the ladder now between myself and Terry matched one that had built
into the bathroom wall.
ÒYes, youÕre going to climb both ladders with your feet,Ó Terry
laughed. ÒYour left foot in the left ladder and your right foot in the right
ladder. Imagine how your pussy lips will spread when youÕve climbed up
both ladders at once! But at least your feet will be out of that cold
water!Ó She laughed again and then put a ladder between herself and Dan
for the same purpose.
We stood facing each other in the bath, Dan and I, showing our
gentials to each other, bare legged, waiting for the command from Terry
to begin climbing the ladders. She picked up a riding crop that lay on the
tub ledge in back, across two towels, in front of a vase of freshly cut
roses. Twisting my head back to see for the first time the back of the tub,
I shivered. Did she plan to whip me with that? How could she? That was
for horses, wasnÕt it?
Terry ordered Dan and me to begin climbing the ladders. He had two,
one on either side of him, and I had two for myself. I withdrew my bare
toes from the bath water. They had bubbles on them. I placed them on the
lowest rung of the ladder, first my left foot, then my right. With Terry
watching me, I began to climb.
I felt like a monkey! The ladder to my right and the ladder to my left
werenÕt in front of me, or behind me, but on either side of me! As I lifted
my feet up one rung to the next, grunting at the difficulty of it, I felt my
cunny hang ever more protrudingly beneath me. Dan was no better off. His
cock and balls displayed themselves ever more obscenely as he mounted
his own twin ladders. We were animals, really, nothing more, showing our
sex organs to each other.
ÒHigher dear, higher,Ó Terry said to me. She stood just outside the
tub. She pressed on the cheeks of my bare heinie with the loop of her
riding crop. The loop felt wicked and I wanted to shake it off, but she
pressed it insistently into my flesh and I could do nothing but climb ever
higher.
I felt I was as high as I could go. My feet gripped the rungs of the
ladder as best they could. Fortunately each rung had a soft leather pad
wrapped around it to keep the wood of the rungs from hurting my feet.
Terry, seeing I could go no higher, satisfied with my pose now that my
knees were as high as my chin and my feet as high as my ass, buckled my
ankles to the ladder with leather leg restraints.
I hung like a trophy. My sex displayed itself obscenely. Dan was no
better off. His knees were as high as his shoulders and his balls hung
tightly beneath him, as if he were a bull whoÕd been splayed apart to be
castrated.
Terry put a sponge in the cold bath water and wet it. Then she lifted
the sponge and bathed my soft sex with it.
I moaned. I jerked in my wrist restraints. My boobies shook on my
chest. That water felt like ice against my hot pussy!
ÒShhh, darling. I must prepare you for DanÕs cock,Ó Terry said
quietly in my ear. She was all incense and softness, yet the moment sheÕd
passed the sponge over my cunt she struck it hard with her crop.
ÒOoooooh!Ó I cried. My bottom wobbled on the air. She kissed my
cheek and then, without even bathing my bottom first, she struck it
smartly with her crop, twice, three times, making my cheeks burn.
ÒYes, that hurt, didnÕt it?Ó Terry said to me. ÒYou are such a little
slut, parading around your momÕs nice resort in nothing but your teeny
bikini. Nod your head and admit youÕre a slut and that you deserve to be
fucked and be punished,Ó Terry told me.
I didnÕt want to obey. ÒOh, you are wilful!Ó Terry scolded, and she
smacked my bottom again with her crop. I sobbed and felt tears sting my
eyes. I knew IÕd been bad, I knew I should be home with my mom. Yet she
had called me, hadnÕt she, tempting me over IRC? But IÕd gone looking for
it, for her.
ÒTake your time. I can smack your bottom all day,Ó Terry said to me.
And she gave me another crack on my ass just to keep herself amused.
I nodded. Like a compliant dog I nodded, and I wiggled my ass too,
for I had no tail. She kissed my cheek and murmured in my ear that I was
becoming more of a good girl. She caught one of my nipples with the loop
of her crop. As I looked fearfully down, watching her lift up my nipple,
she studied my breasts.
ÒHow these must embarrass your mother!Ó she said. ÒPerhaps I can
whack them down a little in size, hmmm?Ó
Frantically I shook my head Ôno,Õ but it was too late. Terry struck
each of my boobs with her crop. Then, to soothe me, she bent and lifted
the icy sponge to my breasts and bathed them, massaging away the hurt.
ÒOhhh, I forgot your bottom, didnÕt I?Ó she said wickedly. ÒA girl
must always have her bottom washed!Ó As I wiggled my ass to try to
avoid her cold sponge she laughed. She clapped the sponge to my heinie
and rubbed it all around both my red cheeks. She squeezed the sponge and
squirted cold water into my buttcrack.
My only consolation was seeing Dan suffer the same. Terry moved to
him and began by bathing his balls. Dan shuddered as the sponge was
passed under his nuts, practically freezing them off, I thought, our
bathwater was so cold. Then Terry sponged his shaft next, making him
fuck it a little, folding the sponge so it resembled a cunt.
DanÕs hairy ass was washed next, then his belly, finally his chest.
Terry had no interest in washing our other parts. Just our desirable
places, and our hanging, suspended sexes.
I watched DanÕs cock twitch as Terry struck his ass. She was much
harder on him than sheÕd been on me. TerryÕs balls looked like tightly-
drawn churchbells as he jerked up and then down, his penis like a flagpole,
his cockhead flinging his pre-cum all around our tub stall.
I was desperate to be set free. I couldnÕt stand being so shamefully
displayed. IÕd only gone for a hike in the woods and yet now here I was, my
breasts thrown out in front of me, stung on their nipples by a riding crop,
my ass red from a cropping and my pussy freezing. I felt my ass bulging
behind me and I knew what it must be like to be a cow strung up for
slaughter. I was just flesh, hot and cold, dripping water and moist with
juices. I could feel my ribs sighing beneath my breasts and I knew they
were as alluringly strung up as my bottom and boobs. All of me, in fact,
was just a neat, suspended package, my hair soft and blonde, my eyes
wide, my cunt and ass spread open but my mouth firmly gagged.
Poor Dan was no better. His cock hungered for attention but, except
for a few stray flicks of the crop, Terry gave it none. She did give his
testicles something to think about. She banged them with swift upsweeps
of her crop, making them arch even more fully and bulgingly into the
underside of his body. He was so huge. Even as I pitied myself I stared at
his cock and pitied him. How could I have gotten us into this mess? I
should have bent over in the woods and let him fuck me right there, amidst
the squirrels and the deer. Or I should have stayed home in my bed.
ÒWell, my dears, I think youÕre just too randy to be let down right
now,Ó Terry said to both Dan and me when sheÕd finished our sexual bath.
It had been nothing but pain and ice, this stupid bath, and I wished dearly
IÕd never kept my bikini that my uncle had sent me, let alone put it on!
Now it lay uselessly outside the tub, my panties crumpled on the floor, my
bra removed from DanÕs dick and tossed down beside my undies.
Terry smiled at us. Her eyes gleamed with wickedness. She tossed
her crop down and it happened to land on top of my panties. She turned on
her heels and left the bathroom.
I sobbed. I wanted to bite my lip but my gag prevented it. I looked
at Dan with tears in my eyes and wished I could apologize to him.
We remained there for some time. The soft cuffs held my wrists and
feet tight, my hands clung to the triangle. I felt like a girl in a Tarzan
movie, except Tarzan was captive too, right in front of me. I stared at his
big penis and he stared at my cunt. We were both obscene in our looking,
not caring, he just a penis now for me and I just a sweet offered cunt.
Dan jabbed himself at me. He was desperate. He swung forward
again and I cringed, afraid heÕd penetrate me. He swung again. Suddenly, a
shadow appeared in the hall. We both turned our heads. There was a man
in the house!
He was tall and muscular and at least 40, or so I supposed. He was
naked except for a soft white towel that was wrapped around his waist.
His chest was unbeliveably hairy. In front his towel sported a protrusion
and I knew with a sinking heart what it must be.
ÒAh, Terry said IÕd find you here,Ó the man said to us. His face was
clean-shaven and his hair was combed. He smelled of Brut. He smiled at
us both, but it was as a shopkeeper might smile, counting his gold in his
money room. ÒIÕm TerryÕs master. My nameÕs Frederick. Frederick the
Great, she calls me,Ó he laughed. I gazed again at his loins and realized
the thing inside his towel was quite significant.
ÒNow you seem to be well endowed too,Ó Fred said, eyeing DanÕs dick.
Dan lurched backward just as I had done when he tried to swing forward
and spear me. Frankly Fred put his hand on DanÕs penis and jerked it with
several smooth strokes. ÒIs that what youÕd like to do, Danny boy? Jerk
off? Or would you prefer to put your rod in this nice cherry cunt hanging
across from you?Ó
Dan cursed Fred behind his gag but otherwise he could do nothing.
Ignoring me, Fred stroked DanÕs hard penis. Dan groaned and shivered. He
was desperate not to cum. The last thing he wanted to do was shoot off in
the hand of some member of NAMBLA! Fred seemed to enjoy DanÕs
suffering. Truly, there was nothing like this for a proud boy. Having his
heinie whipped by TerryÕs crop had been painless compared to the soft,
pliant stroking of this bisexual man who now urged him to shoot into his
calloused palms.
ÒMy, youÕre so full, yet you fight like the devil not to feel some
relief,Ó Fred taunted Dan. The big man cupped the boyÕs balls. They were
indeed a giant pair of testicles, swollen to bursting with DanÕs seed. I
wondered how long it had been since heÕd let himself go. ÒWell, if you
canÕt ejaculate for me, I at least want to see you pee,Ó Fred told Dan. He
looked at me for the first time. ÒYou too, cherry lady. Pee from your cunt
right into your ice-cold bathwater. Go ahead. I wonÕt take either of you
down Ôtil you do.Ó
I was ashamed beyond belief! But Fred just stood there, casually,
and a moment later, seeing neither of us had peed, he took off his towel.
His erection stuck up like a big lizard. It quavered on the air, hungry and
prowling, I thought, dripping pre-cum like a slimy lizard drools from its
tongue.
Terry sauntered into the room. I gazed hopefully at her, only to
recoil in horror. She was nude and lovely, as always, but in her hand,
letting it dangle as if it were a sausage sheÕd bought, or some snake sheÕd
killed in the Amazon, was a long dildo. It was slim, and I wondered what
she had planned for it.
Fred opened a medicine cabinet and took out a jar of petroleum jelly.
As calmly as if he were lubing his car, he dipped his hand into the jar and
began to grease up his penis. It was big and hard and he ran his hands
along it. He eyed Dan and I both with evil eyes.
ÒIÕm going to have to fuck you both up the ass since you wonÕt pee
for me,Ó Fred said to us. I felt my tummy fall somewhere down below the
south pole. Dan seemed to practically jump from his bonds. Except they
held him, just as tightly as they held me.
ÒOh, let me do little Katy,Ó Terry urged her master. ÒIÕve brought a
dildo for her. Can I put it on and fuck her? SheÕs really to small for you,
darling,Ó Terry said. She cast an admiring glance at his penis. I wished
IÕd drunk more of my champagne at breakfast. I couldnÕt bear the thought
of either one of these people popping my ass! It was mine, wasnÕt it? But
too late. As I watched with horrified eyes, trembling in my bonds, Terry
slipped on her dildo. She arranged the waistband around her hips and
buckled it, then passed the crotch-piece underneath her and up between
the cheeks of her ass. The dong stuck out in front of her, hard flexible
rubber that I knew with uneasy bowels was going straight up my ass!
Fred stepped into the tub. He had no need to check buckles or straps
in order to get himself ready to fuck. He grabbed DanÕs haunches with both
his hands and flexed his knees. Dan gazed with bulging eyes at me as
FredÕs cock probed within the crack of his ass.
ÒYep! YouÕre tight alright, son, but I know if you like being
dominated by females like Terry youÕll have to get used to cocks up your
ass anyway. DonÕt mind that IÕm a man. IÕm just opening you up for her.
Ready?Ó
Dan groaned and lurched forward in his bonds as FredÕs big cock
punched at his ass. ÒDamn! YouÕre really tight, son! Shove your ass back
at me soÕs I can get my dick up you properly,Ó Fred swore at my boyfriend.
Dan felt himself drawn back, his ass splayed by his posture. His
eyes opened like saucers as his butthole felt FredÕs greased knob gain a
foothold inside him.
I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldnÕt bear to watch. Suddenly I felt a
stream of pee strike my belly. I opened my eyes and saw Dan, peeing like
mad, hoping to avoid getting buttfucked. I gazed at him and wished he
wouldnÕt pee on me and then, suddenly, inspired by him perhaps, I let my
own pee sprinkle forth. We peed and peed until our bladders were totally
empty. When we were finished I looked down between my breasts and saw
my pussy hairs still dripping the pee that Dan had so rudely squirted on
me.
ÒThat wasnÕt half bad,Ó Fred complimented Dan. He held the boyÕs
ass in his hands, gripping it and spreading it wide. DanÕs ass was
penetrated by part of FredÕs cockhead and Fred let the gasping boy just
rest there, his asshole gradually being forced open to more and more of
FredÕs cock. There seemed to be a kind of truce between them. Fred was
too big to get up inside Dan, but he wouldnÕt force the issue, since Dan had
done as Fred wished and peed into the tub. On the other hand, having
penetrated DanÕs ass, Fred was not ready to withdraw either. I had to be
fucked first.
Daintily, as if preparing to do something a bit disagreeable, Terry
stepped into the tub behind me. She wore her fake penis and sheÕd greased
it completely with vaseline. It shone menacingly and I felt myself gripped
by fright as it disappered behind me. It was long and black, as if it
belonged to a negro.
Delicately Terry reached up and parted the cheeks of my hanging ass.
Trussed up, suspended, I felt like I was offering my hole to her as I felt
her fingers pull me apart. Politely, as if not wishing to offend me, she
insinuated a finger into my ass and vaselined my anus. I cringed. I
flinched.
ÒOooh, youÕve never been fucked here before either, have you?Ó Terry
asked me. ÒDonÕt worry. When you go home tonight your hymen will be
gone and your bottomhole will be open. IÕll try to be as gentle as I can, but
it always hurts the first time. ThereÕs just no way to do it nicely. IÕve
done a few other girls so I kind of have a feel for it. But IÕve never done a
virgin! Just recalcitrant wives and girlfriends. Well, some of them might
have been virgins, I guess, but much older than you, dear, and long past the
age when they should have opened themselves in back to the male.Ó Her
words were sprinkled with contented sighs and soft giggles. She was, I
think, just a little drunk. Perhaps she and Fred had been sipping more
champagne downstairs. I noticed, before she got right behind me, a slight
bruise on her cheek. It had not been there earlier. Had Fred hit her?
I felt myself drawn back. Terry was done preparing my hole and she
lifted my ass with both hands and yanked my soft hinds apart. ÒHere goes,
honey!Ó she purred to me. I felt her breath in my ear. Suddenly a rude jolt
banged up against my heinie. Quickly it pressed between my splayed
cheeks and I felt it rub against my anus. I was slick there, thanks to
Terry, and she was just as slick on her dong.
ÒAckcckck!Ó I cried into my gag. I felt a bulging intrusion stab its
way into my hole. Dan, watching me, shouted suddenly as Fred urged the
whole of his knob into DanÕs ass. Slowly, with practised skill that only a
Domme and her Master could have, the two of them penetrated our
buttholes more deeply.
I felt my cunt bulge in front of me, utterly forlorn. My hole was
getting what it wished so dearly for. I scrunched my eyes shut and wept
and tried to endure. Terry gave me soft kisses and rammed her fake dong
inot my ass. Dan, his own butthole losing its cherry, coughed and gagged
and spewed out muffled obscenities.
We were riven. I felt Terry sink deeper and deeper within me. The
process was a slow one but she and her master were in no hurry at all.
They seemed to savor the sight of our nude young bodies being introduced
to love. They gave us inch after slow inch of themselves. Terry giggled,
pressing her breasts to me. ÒI wish I had a real dick!Ó she cried aloud as
she fucked me. Deeper and deeper she burrowed. Finally, attaining a depth
she considered my maximum, she began to draw herself back and then ram
herself in again.
I bawled like a lost kitten. It hurt! I felt like a huge hotdog had been
rammed up my ass and there wasnÕt a thing I could do about it. Worse, its
possessor insisted, once it was up me, in pulling back and violating me
repeatedly with it. Each new indriven stroke sent me howling into spasms
of fear and pain. I could have been a prisoner in the inquisition, forced to
blabber out all my sins.
Dan was no better off. With his cock left untouched by Fred, hard as
a bone, he received FredÕs cock in his ass. He would have no trouble going
to prison, this poor former lifeguard boyfriend of mine, should he run afoul
of the law. Fred jerked inside him with awful determination. Not harming
the boy, I think, he nonetheless wanted him to get the full feel of him.
Poor Dan was made to take all of Fred in his ass. When he had, Fred drew
back and then plunged in again. Back and forth Fred and his lover Terry
moved inside Dan and I. We both peed again, it was so awful, being held so
completely, penetrated so fully.
When it was over we both were let down. I collapsed into TerryÕs
arms. I cared nothing for myself anymore. I was like a sack of flesh,
thoroughly violated. I clapped my hands over my pussy and began to
furiously rub it.
ÒNo, no, not yet, dear,Ó Terry told me. She kissed me and pulled my
hands away from my cunt. I was too exhausted to fight her. Fred, who had
cum in DanÕs ass, carried the boy from the bathroom. Terry led me
stumbling after him.
We were taken to their master bedroom. Dan, whose ass had
received FredÕs sperm, was thrown face-down on the bed. I saw FredÕs
sperm dribbling from DanÕs asshole and the boy reached back and grabbed
his cheeks and howled like a banshee at his violation. Then, just as
forthrightly, he began to rub himself furiously up and down on the sheets
of the bed, hoping to shoot off his cock.
ÒSee here, young man! The time is not ripe for that!Ó Fred shouted.
He rolled the boy over and dragged his hands up over his head and bound
them to the headboard. Dan, still desperate to cum, drew up his thighs and
captured his penis between them and tried to rub himself that way. Fred,
again intervening, yanked the boyÕs legs apart and bound his feet to the
bedÕs baseboard in a wide vee. I found myself staring at DanÕs balls, still
swollen with his unspent sperm. His cock stuck up like a post and, despite
how much I hurt, I longed to sit on it. Terry restrained me.
ÒThere, there, you both did very well,Ó Terry told both Dan and I a
few moments later, after IÕd been bound to the bed the same as my
boyfriend. The couple smiled at us. We were still gagged but otherwise
our positions were entirely new. Leaning over me, Terry loosened my gag.
I felt her breasts brush against mine and I yearned for her to take me in
my cunt with her fake cock. It was gone, left behind in the bathroom, but I
arched my hips up anyway, offering my cunny to her. ÒYouÕll get to fuck in
a little while, dear, both you and Dan, the two of you, but first you must
rest a bit,Ó Terry told me. And she consoled Dan too, caressing his heaving
chest with the tips of her breasts as she loosened his gag also.
Terry gazed at Dan with pitying eyes. She decided to give him a
little treat. Smearing liquid perfume on just the tips of her breasts, she
ran them up and down his body. She carefully avoided his cock and balls
but otherwise she stroked him all over, using just her tits. Dan, I think,
was in heaven, despite his wounded butthole. Fred, seeing his load was
gone and his strength was no longer needed, left. I heard him go
downstairs and then I listened but heard nothing more.
Late that evening we were permitted to rise. Terry, who had gone
downstairs to be with her master, came back up, towing him by his newly
erect penis. They got on the bed with us. Dan was still impossibly hard.
My own pussy yearned for attention. They undid our bonds. They loosened
and pulled off our gags.
ÒSit up, dears. WeÕre going to all fuck together,Ó Terry said to Dan
and me. She looked at us, hoping weÕd not disagree. I knew not what to
think. IÕd been so thoroughly violated, yet now here I was, freed by them,
my bottom not hurting so much anymore. I reached behind me and rubbed
my heinie.
ÒHow do you feel?Ó Terry asked me.
ÒOkay I guess,Ó I said. My bottom still hurt a little but nothing like
how I thought it would. The pain of her entry was gone and the fullness
sheÕd given me had been replaced with a quiet contentment. IÕd received.
IÕd done my duty and taken my first cock in my ass. But my pussy still
remained. I must be rid of my hymen. I must have Dan! I turned to him.
He was kneeling on the bed, feeling his own ass. He was scowling and
angry.
ÒGet over it,Ó Fred told him, lying behind the boy. He and Terry were
both nude and there was a sense of impending passion. Fred sported a new
erection. ÒWe fuck in this house. YouÕll just have to get used to it. Boys
fuck girls and boys fuck boys. DonÕt expect to come here without getting
everything.Ó
Dan turned around. ÒIÕm not a fag!Ó Dan hollared.
ÒNeither am I,Ó Fred replied. Fred ran a hand along the shaft of his
own penis, testing it, bending it a little and watching it spring back.
ÒIÕm afraid FredÕs bi,Ó Terry apologized. ÒHe can be quite a man, but
sometimes he likes boys and not just girls.Ó
ÒDonÕt fuck my ass again!Ó Dan told Fred. ÒI want to fuck this girl
here, and I donÕt want to find YOU sticking your rod up me while IÕm
feeding her mine.Ó
ÒOkay, okay,Ó Fred said. ÒBut youÕre missing out on a fine damn
erection. IÕll let you fuck Terry for me if you let me fuck you again.Ó
ÒJesus!Ó Dan swore. ÒKeep your dick out of my ass or IÕll kill you!Ó
He crawled forward and grabbed me. ÒSorry, babe,Ó he said, tumbling me
right back down onto my back after IÕd been forced to lie there all day. He
did take a moment to arrange a pillow under my head for me, but then he
yanked my thighs apart and pushed himself within my cunny.
I shouted. I cried. Terry, keen to help, knelt beside me and consoled
me and kissed my cheeks. Dan thrust himself into me greedily. IÕd never
felt anything so hard in my life as he forced his manhood into me. I felt a
tearing sensation and then there was blood between my legs and then, as I
bucked upward despite the pain, I felt Dan ram himself home and mount me
and breathe into my face and rack himself over and inside my body, fucking
and fucking me like some mad angel from heaven.
We coupled, desperately, in the sweaty early evening, the moon just
rising outside Fred and TerryÕs window. Dan moved within me and when he
groaned out his climax I felt all his seed that heÕd fought so hard so save
spurt deep within me. I clung to him and I accpeted him gratefully. When
it was over, we kissed and we rolled apart. Fred and Terry helped us out
of bed after weÕd slept a little and they took us to their bathroom again
and they gave us both a quick wash. Then they offered us our clothes and
Dan and I dressed again, he in his speedos (looking much more modest in
them now!) and me in my teensy bikini. Terry gave me a t-shirt to wear
over my swimsuit and Fred gave Dan a shirt also.
Hand in hand, blushing a little a feeling quite sore, Dan and I hiked
back over the hilltop and down through the woods and back to the resort.
He walked me home and kissed me before I went inside.
ÒDad?Ó I asked. And then I paused. I heard moaning upstairs. I
glanced at the corner where DadÕs golf clubs usually lay. There were two
bags! His, and another bag, that looked like it belonged to his lady-friend.
I turned to the fridge and saw a note posted there, from mom, telling me
she was going to an evening meeting.
I ran back into the street. Dan was walking away through the
streetlights, moving from one pool of light to another as his shadowy
figure, shoulders hunched, feet kicking stones out of his path, receded
before me.
ÒDan!Ó I yelled. He turned. I dashed after him. I ran up to him all
flushed and puffy faced.
ÒIÕm sleeping with you tonight!Ó I said to him.
ÒFine with me,Ó he smiled. ÒYou must really like me.Ó
ÒWell,Ó I said, taking his hand. ÒMy dad met this lady and...Ó I
squeezed his hand. ÒDoes your butthole hurt?Ó
ÒOf course,Ó he said. ÒDamn fucking faggot!Ó
ÒWell, mine does too. DonÕt screw me up the butt, okay?Ó
ÒWe should call the police on those fucking idiots,Ó Dan said.
ÒUnless you want to go back...?Ó I asked.
ÒWell...Ó he paused. ÒTerry would look awfully cute in a prison cell,
behind bars and all, but it would be a waste.Ó
ÒYou have prisoner fantasies?Ó I asked him.
ÒOnly if they look like Terry and theyÕre nude,Ó he replied. He drew
me closer in his arms.
ÒMake me your prisoner tonight!Ó I sighed. I let him kiss me.
ÒYouÕre one fucking insane chick,Ó he said. And he marched me home
to his bedroom.
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