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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
HOUSE OF FEAR
Chapter Twelve
They sat on the veranda again at dinner. The lights of the harbor
were visible now. Ted had been at Song LiÕs a full day. It seemed like a
lifetime. His loins positively ached. He wore a bathrobe, underneath he
remained free. Song Li spoke as she watched the maid bring in a roast
turkey.
ÒI donÕt believe in men confining themselves,Ó Song Li said. Brad
looked at Ted. Like the American, he too wore no underpants, just a soft
silken robe. Ted saw in BradÕs eyes that his own loins were as wasted as
his. ÒIn the world out there,Ó Song Li gestured at the harbor, Òmen are
expected to contain there lust. And here too, in my house, as it relates to
their balls. But as for their penises, they should be able to rise, to stand
forth. So I do not permit my gentlemen visitors to confine themselves in
my house, once introductions have been made.Ó She smiled at Brad and Ted
from across the table, where she sat flanked by the two girls. ÒIndeed,
you men are expected to be stiffly presentable at all times. Perhaps it is
rude to ask but, now that youÕve both had a chance for an evening shower,
how are your cocks doing? Are you ready for more sex after supper?Ó
ÒI donÕt think so,Ó Ted croaked, for, indeed, the effect of fucking
Song Li the vampire had not grown deep in him yet. He was still a man,
still eminently human, still capable of only so much and no more.
ÒPerhaps I should go back to my hotel after dinner,Ó Brad suggested.
ÒNo! No! Your penises are of great value to me,Ó Song Li said. Ted
watched as the maid unsheathed a big knife. She sliced into the crisp
plump skin of the turkey with it. Wendy and Laura, sitting on opposite
sides of Song Li, shifted uncomfortably in their chairs.
ÒAnd how was your spanking?Ó Song Li said, suddenly turning from
the men to the girls.
ÒIt hurt!Ó Wendy said. Her voice was full of feeling and Ted, having
heard her cries and the strong workmanlike snap of the leather as he lay
with Song Li, knew she was telling the truth.
ÒYes!Ó Laura chimed. Brad shifted in his own chair. Song Li shot him
a glance. Was her question, put to the girls, having an effect on his cock?
Her eyes asked. Her lips merely smiled.
ÒCould we discuss something other than the girlsÕ asses, or BradÕs
dick and mine?Ó Ted asked. He felt a stirring beneath his bathrobe.
ÒTraitor!Ó he wanted to say to his penis.
ÒWhat other subject might we discuss?Ó Song Li asked. She put a
hand atop WendyÕs head. She fondled the girlÕs blonde hair as the girl
continued to shift about in her chair. ÒThe weather? It is nice. The
harbor? It looks nice. The maid? She is a well-behaved servant, doing
just what I want when I want it. And so you two men will be also, and you
two girls. You all exist for my pleasure.Ó
And so Ted realized, in the ensuing days. He also discovered that
Song LiÕs resistance, on her bed, had been something of a ruse. The woman
craved his attention, and BradÕs, but knew what men craved too:
domination, or the appearance of it. So she had used her slender frame to
feign innocence and timidity, while secretly relishing the menÕs assault.
It was a curious combination, a chatter of sexual conversation followed by
diffidence in the bedroom at the moment of contact, until Song Li used the
method once too often and Ted guessed her out. But by then he was lost,
utterly lost, and Brad was on the road to ruin as well. The girls were only
incitements to their lust. Song Li was the repository of all they craved.
And so Brad and Ted fucked Song Li again and again, wearing bathrobes in
the hours between, as they recovered.
But all that was in the future, Ted recalled, lying in bed as the night
wore on, the night when he first spoke to Song Li about true matters,
about her vampiric ways and her need for sex in order to live forever. He
felt his cock lying limply on his thigh. It would soon rise once more, even
as the moon was setting. With the coming of the sun he would no doubt be
hard again, his exhaustion in his loins gone, even as the rest of his body
marched toward old age. Ted trembled. How he had forgotten Wendy and
Laura in those early days, though now he thought of them as his finest
loves! All of his attention had been devoted to Song Li. She had been like
a fever, like some kind of manic virus that wouldnÕt let go of him, but only
drove him to more desperate acts of passion, Brad joining in, the girls
receiving a spanking downstairs because Song Li liked to hear the sound of
the leather striking young flesh.
Ted recalled in particular an evening when Song Li had arranged for
them to leave her house, to go to a party. The girls were ecstatic; they
had been virtual prisoners in Song LiÕs house for many days, though they
had perhaps the worldÕs finest view of Hong Kong harbor from her veranda
and the small yard in front of her house. Ted felt the same electric sense
of release, as did Brad. The two men showered together to save time.
They were both fiercely erect. They gazed at each other as they quickly
soaped themselves.
ÒIÕll enjoy seeing the city,Ó Brad told Ted.
ÒYes,Ó Ted agreed. The men tried not to look at each otherÕs loins
but it was impossible not to in the close confines of the shower. They
stuck out at each other, each man sporting a prodigious manhood that
wiggled and shook whenever he moved, a hard tuning fork sensing water.
ÒYouÕve got quite a big one there,Ó Ted grinned at Brad.
ÒLook whoÕs talking,Ó Brad answered. The men used their hands to
soap themselves. It was quicker than using washcloths.
ÒWhat sort of party do you think it is?Ó Ted asked.
ÒWhat do you mean?Ó Brad answered. Ted reached for his own
erection, rubbing it non-sexually with his hand, spreading the soap across
it.
ÒI mean,Ó Ted said. ÒWill we, you know...Ó
ÒGet to fuck?Ó Brad asked frankly. ÒWeÕve been fucking most of the
day.Ó
ÒI know but...Ó
ÒI seem increasingly hard,Ó Brad confessed. ÒI mean, itÕs like I no
longer have control over myself. IÕm learning to hold myself back, itÕs not
that IÕm cumming too quickly...Ó
ÒI know. IÕm there when you spend,Ó Ted answered. He grinned. They
almost always shared.
ÒYes. Well. We both know each otherÕs abilities,Ó Brad said. He
blushed a little. He looked at his dick. The head of it waggled only an inch
or so from the head of TedÕs. The steam rose around them as the water
cascaded over their bodies. ÒIÕm just hard all the time, thatÕs all,Ó Brad
said. ÒKind of desperate, you know?Ó He looked at Ted plaintively. ÒWhen
I was younger I would cum and then, well, that would be it. At least for a
little while. But now IÕm like... a sex machine,Ó Brad said. His blush
deepened.
Ted reached lower, beyond his cock. He soaped his thighs.
ÒYouÕre complaining?Ó Ted asked.
ÒNo, but... I feel like IÕm not myself anymore,Ó Brad said. ÒIÕm
just...Ó he pointed to his own penis. ÒIÕm just this. A dick.Ó
ÒWell, whatever. LetÕs hurry up and get out of here,Ó Ted said,
meaning the shower. He rinsed himself. He squeezed past Brad in the
closeness of the shower and watched as Brad rinsed himself. He found the
young man appealing. They spent many hours naked together, with Song Li,
and he was growing attached to the sight of the younger manÕs body. It
was muscular, strong, like his own. His cock was almost as big as the one
Ted sported.
ÒYouÕre looking at me,Ó Brad said. There was accusation in his voice.
ÒYouÕre looking at my penis,Ó Brad said.
ÒSorry,Ó Ted answered. It was TedÕs turn to blush. ÒItÕs not like I
havenÕt seen you naked before,Ó Ted said defensively.
ÒSure. I know that,Ó Brad said, as Ted looked away. ÒBut the way
you were looking at me just now, it was more than just casual. It was
like you were wanting me, or something.Ó
ÒMaybe I do,Ó Ted said suddenly. His voice was bold. He faced the
younger man as they steam billowed around them. ÒWhat are you going to
do?Ó
ÒThis,Ó Brad said. He reached up for the shower head. At the same
time, with his other hand, he wrenched the knob controlling the shower
water to Ôcold.Õ Ted screamed as the water, suddenly the temperature of
ice, hit his body. Brad laughed. But the sudden cold torrent did nothing to
lessen the size of TedÕs organ. If anything, it grew harder, as he the man
struggled past BradÕs naked body, reaching for the knob of the shower. Ted
managed to grasp it. He turned the water back to a hot temperature.
Laughing, the men spilled out of the shower. They reached for towels on
the towel rack outside the shower door. Song Li strode into the bathroom.
She was wearing a light flower-print robe. In her hand there was a stick,
covered with leather. Startled, the men looked at her.
ÒSong Li, What are you doing with that riding crop?Ó Ted asked.
ÒWe will be meeting other women tonight. Other men...Ó Song Li said.
Her eyes searched theirs. Both men flushed. They realized sheÕd heard
them, laughing and fighting in the shower. ÒI want you both to have
something to keep my in mind tonight,Ó Song Li told Brad and Ted. ÒAs the
other women and men flirt with you, I donÕt want either of you to forget
me.Ó
ÒSo?Ó Ted asked.
ÒSo both of you bend over,Ó Song Li said. ÒPut your hands against the
wall. Stick out your asses. YouÕre both going to get six strokes, well laid
on, to keep you thinking of me.Ó
A moment later Brad and Ted were both shouting again, this time in
pain as Song Li whacked their behinds. Each stroke of the crop, laid on one
manÕs behind or the other, caused his penis, stiff as the crop, to wiggle.
Each stroke caused his balls to swing back and forth like church bells.
When it was over both men rubbed their behinds, their dicks sticking out
before them. Song Li reached between their legs. Ignoring their penises,
she reached for their balls. She squeezed them.
ÒOw!Ó Ted cried. Brad echoed his yelp.
ÒYou both belong to me. Do you understand that?Ó Song Li asked.
ÒYes,Ó Ted gasped.
ÒYesssss,Ó Brad winced, his voice spitting out like a snake caught by
a mongoose. Song Li released the men. Each man adjusted his stance, still
rubbing his ass, awkward with pain. His balls hurt, his backside stung.
Only his penis, achingly stiff, remained free of affliction.
ÒNow dress, and we shall go,Ó Song Li told Brad and Ted. ÒThe girls
are almost ready.Ó She picked up the riding crop, tossed onto a bathroom
rug at the menÕs feet when she grabbed their balls. She strode to the door.
At the door she turned and looked again at the men, still massaging their
buttocks. ÒThe girls will sit on the stools tonight,Ó Song Li told Brad and
Ted. ÒThe stools I intended them to sit on earlier, but let them escape at
the last moment. Tonight they will do it before an audience, at the party,
but neither of you are to breathe a word of it. Workmen picked up the
stools this afternoon and took them to the house where the party will be.
It should be quite amusing, the girls being forced to open themselves on
the dildos. I care nothing for them, of course, and neither must you. They
are simply entertainment. Little fuck puppies, thatÕs all. Perhaps they
will be fucked at the party, after they have surrendered themselves to the
dildos. But not by you. You will be entertaining me or, if I wish it, you
will be put to the women or men of my choice.Ó
ÒMen?Ó Brad blurted. His eyes grew wide. Song Li arched an
eyebrow and looked at BradÕs loins.
ÒYou are both dicks,Ó Song Li said to the two men. ÒAnd the girls are
cunts. Have I not made that clear?Ó
ÒYes, but, I love you!Ó Brad gasped. Song Li laughed.
ÒLove?!Ó she said. ÒI have had many men, Brad. Too many to count. I
do not love you, do you understand that?Ó She stared at him, her eyes
piercing. They seemed to Ted like hot coals beneath her long lashes. She
looked at Ted, at his penis, then back at Brad and his organ, then at his
face. ÒI use you,Ó she told the two men. ÒBecause you are both young and
healthy. Both of you. And I use the girls too, though, lacking penises, they
are little more than useful ornaments to me. Useful to keep you men hard,
and to keep myself in good humor.Ó Song Li turned. She gazed down the
hall, toward the bedroom the two girls shared. They could be heard
dressing, chattering like chipmunks, the maid scolding them and telling
them to hurry. ÒI enjoy hearing the girls spanked in the afternoon,Ó Song
Li told Brad and Ted. ÒWhile we are making love. And I like to watch the
girls preparing for bed, in their little nighties that I have given them. I
like to be there when they wake in the morning. I like to brush their hair,
treating them like little dolls, living dolls, that I play with whenever I
please. And they must like it too, for they seem not to protest too much.
Of course they enjoy having their cunts worked, when I allow it. And
tonight we are going to try again to open their bottoms. I was
disappointed with the progress you men made on that first night. But it is
not your fault. Not too much, anyway. The girls are young and fresh. Their
tight little asses are unaccustomed to having things put up them. We must
cure that. We must open them for love.Ó
Ted looked at Song Li. He realized that he had fucked Wendy only one
or two times. He felt surprised. He had not realized how little he had
thought of her in the ensuing days since heÕd arrived at Song LiÕs. The days
had passed in a blur; a blur that often was confined entirely in her
bedroom.
ÒI... was crazy about her once...Ó Ted said aloud, thinking of Wendy.
She was terribly cute, and provocatively innocent. Yet he had allowed
himself to become completely consumed by Song Li, as had Brad. As he
listened now to the girls he realized they had passed many a day in strict
chastity while he and Brad, upstairs in Song LiÕs bedroom, had fucked their
brains out.
ÒI... how many days have we been here?Ó Brad asked. He looked at
Song Li.
ÒYou have both been here a while,Ó she answered.
ÒI have thought so little of the girls in that time,Ó Brad mused. ÒI
mean, they are always around. They give me coy looks. They are often...
naked... or barely dressed,Ó Brad said. ÒAnd they have red bottoms in the
afternoon.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Song Li said. ÒThey are, as I have said, entertainment.Ó
ÒYou are lucky they are so young,Ó Ted said to Song Li. ÒOlder girls
would insist on a greater share of what we are giving to you.Ó Song Li
smiled.
ÒI know,Ó she said. ÒListen to them now. Do they not sound
absolutely like children? I was fortunate to find two girls of nineteen
who are still so unaccustomed to love, while being so physically
ravishing.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Ted said. He moved closer to Song Li.
ÒNo,Ó Song Li said. She raised a hand. She looked to be warding off a
big dog as Ted came close, his penis stiffly presented, his mouth open,
lusting. ÒBack,Ó Song Li said. ÒYou men will get what you want at the
party. And the girls should prove... amusing,Ó she smiled.
ÒYou are going to make them hurt themselves on the stools,Ó Ted
breathed. He felt himself grow even harder between his legs.
ÒYes,Ó Song Li said. ÒI care nothing for them, like I said. They are
purely entertainment. Perhaps I shall leave them there at the party.Ó
ÒOr perhaps not,Ó Ted said. Perversely, the thought of seeing the
girls tear their asses open on the dildos was making him stunningly stiff.
ÒYes. Perhaps not,Ó Song Li said. She reached for TedÕs penis. A
moment later Brad was by TedÕs side, placing his own cock eagerly into
Song LiÕs other hand. She yanked on both men, rhythmically.
ÒI will cum in a moment,Ó Brad suddenly confessed.
ÒMe too,Ó Ted said.
ÒImagine. Two little innocent children splitting themselves on
stools with fake cocks,Ó Song Li smiled. She yanked the men harder. Brad
swooned.
ÒSong Li!Ó Brad cried. ÒPlease! I must fuck you again!Ó
ÒYes! DonÕt let me spill in your hand,Ó Ted gasped.
Song Li, regarding the menÕs condition, lifted her chin. ÒMaria!Ó she
called out to the maid, who was down the hall with the girls. ÒWe will not
be going to the party tonight. Have the girls undress. Give them another
spanking.Ó
ÒWhat?!Ó came the answer, in the form of two high-pitched voices.
ÒAnother spanking, Maria!Ó
ÒNo!Ó Ted heard Wendy cry.
ÒNo! No!Ó Laura chimed in. Song Li laughed. She let go of Ted and
Brad.
ÒWell, if you girls insist,Ó Song Li called down the hall. The two
men quivered desperately. They were both right on the edge of spurting
themselves all over Song LiÕs pretty dress.
ÒThen we are going to the party?Ó Ted gasped. ÒI donÕt think I can...Ó
ÒGet yourselves dressed,Ó Song Li snapped at the men. ÒThe girls
wish to party and I, for one, will not disappoint them.Ó She spoke in a loud
voice, so that the girls might hear her. All the while her eyes twinkled at
the men. They stared at her, amazed at how she had played them both like
harps.
ÒI must cum!Ó Brad confessed.
ÒNo,Ó Song Li said. ÒPut on pants, both of you. YouÕll get to cum soon
enough, with myself and my friends at the party. Until then you are to
think not of sex at all, but simply be handsome and well dressed and
gallant.Ó
ÒOh God,Ó Brad said. Ted echoed his sigh. But there was nothing they
could do. The strange Oriental woman held both men like a trainer holds
big stallions, completely in control of them despite their superior size
and aggressive natures. They would dress. They would go to the party.
And they would somehow hold themselves back until Song Li released
them.
In the bedroom that they shared, Ted looked at Brad. It was odd for
the two men to share a bedroom, yet they had thought little of it, being
mostly in Song LiÕs bed. Ted looked around. There were pictures of horses
on the walls of the bedroom. He had not gleaned their significance until
tonight, as he listened to Brad attempt to shove himself into his pants.
ÒOh shit!Ó Brad gasped. Ted looked over at the young man, on the
other side of the bed. He was wearing just underpants. His chest,
chiseled like stone, grew taut, as if he were lifting a heavy weight.
ÒWhat are you doing? Cumming in your shorts?Ó Ted asked. He
pulled a pair of Jockeys up his own thighs. Brad examined himself, the
pouch of his shorts, the still-quivering length of his cock. He looked
especially at his pee hole.
ÒNo. Thank God,Ó Brad sighed. He tried to stuff himself in his pants
again.
ÒDonÕt think about the girls doing their afternoon bottom stretches,Ó
Ted joked.
ÒDonÕt say that!Ó Brad gasped. He began examining himself again,
feeling his shorts to make sure they were still dry, flicking his finger
across his pee hole.
ÒI saw them the other day. They looked quite cute,Ó Ted told Brad.
ÒI must have been fucking Song Li,Ó Brad said absently.
ÒI went downstairs for some liquor and there they were, in the
maidÕs bedroom, on her bed. They looked nice and comfy, except for the
way they were howling. They were naked, of course. Every time she
struck them, they would lurch forward, their titties quivering...Ó
ÒStop!Ó Brad cried.
Ò...Their soft bare asses jerking and wobbling and rolling with pain
from the whip. They were both on their hands and knees, side by side.
Their faces were pressed into pillows. Their bottoms were sticking up as
if to serve as wide-cheeked flagpoles.Ó
ÒHey! I told you to stop!Ó Brad yelled.
ÒSorry,Ó Ted said. He managed to stuff his erection into his own
underpants. Brad, excited by TedÕs patter of conversation, remained
dangling outside his shorts.
ÒItÕs amazing we havenÕt fucked those girls more,Ó Ted sighed.
ÒYes,Ó Brad agreed. ÒBut they are both just little children, really,
when you think about it. I see them playing on the lawn in the morning.
This morning it was croquet. They laughed about how they were knocking
around balls with sticks. YouÕd think they were both third-graders, they
way they compared the balls and sticks to what we have.Ó
ÒSong Li wonÕt let them join us,Ó Ted said.
ÒI know,Ó Brad agreed. With a sigh of relief he managed to stuff his
snake-like dick into his shorts.
ÒThe bottom exercises... theyÕre specifically told itÕs to help them to
stretch their cheeks, to enable them to take a cock up their ass. Yet they
do them every afternoon, letting the maid whip them as they jut
themselves back at her, rocking on their knees, screeching and hollaring,
yet always presenting themselves again to her, however teary-eyed, for
more.Ó
Brad walked to the closet the men shared, his cock preceding him
like a big lump.
ÒHey, letÕs face it. This is a whore house,Ó Brad said. He reached for
an expensive pair of slacks, provided by Song Li. Neither man seemed to
notice or care that all of the clothes they would be wearing tonight, at the
party, were purchased by Song Li, Ted reflected. It was like they were
becoming her property, as well as the girls. Song Li provided everything.
They simply kept themselves ready to fuck.
ÒThe girls arenÕt whores,Ó Ted said. He reached for a shirt in the
closet. It was made of silk. Brad began putting on the trousers.
ÒLaura was a whore in training, when we arrived,Ó Brad said.
ÒA virgin whore isnÕt really a whore,Ó Ted answered. He slipped on
the shirt. It felt strange against his skin. He hadnÕt worn a shirt since
arriving at Song LiÕs.
ÒThey like to tease,Ó Brad said.
ÒI know that,Ó Ted answered. ÒBut donÕt you think itÕs odd how we
keep fucking Song Li, and forgetting about the girls? And they donÕt
complain. Not much, anyway. And then every afternoon, right on schedule,
while weÕre busy plowing Song Li, they do those bottom exercises in the
maidÕs bedroom.Ó
ÒAnd then she twiddles their cunts with her fingers,Ó Brad said,
zipping himself up. ÒTheyÕre still at it sometimes when we come down for
dinner. HavenÕt you noticed? ThatÕs whatÕs keeping us apart from them,
mate. She masturbates them, and I think they masturbate each other too.
Meanwhile, weÕre spending every drop of ourselves in Song Li.Ó
ÒYeah,Ó Ted agreed. ÒGod! Song Li is pure heaven!Ó Ted gasped.
ÒDonÕt get too excited about her,Ó Brad answered. He gave TedÕs
dick, sticking up proudly in his shorts, under the jutting hem of his shirt,
a significant look.
ÒRight,Ó Ted agreed. He shook his hips. But his cock only grew
larger. ÒDamn,Ó Ted swore.
When they arrived at the house where the party was to be held, both
men were still hard. A woman opened the door. She wore an expensive
robe. It was made of dark, radiant blue material. Velvet, Ted thought, as
he looked at her. The edges of it were trimmed with black fur. Between
the open halves of her robe, which closed over her waist and hung close
together down the length of her legs but were apart at her chest, Ted saw
her breasts. He found himself looking at the inner curves of them, and he
gasped with delighted surprise as he realized that she wore nothing under
her robe.
ÒGood evening,Ó the woman said. She was blonde. Her hair, shoulder
length, fell in loose radiant waves down past the sides of her face, just
touching her robe at the shoulders. She drew her robe a little closer
together with her hands. She had small, delicate hands. But her breasts,
jutting forth toward Ted, were as well-developed as Song LiÕs. They were
big cantaloupe breasts, against which her small hands seemed no match.
As soon as the woman let go of her robe, and took a breath, her bosoms
forced the upper part of her robe apart again.
ÒGood evening,Ó Brad, beside Ted, breathed. There was tension and
suppressed joy in his voice. The woman looked from the men to Song Li.
She wore a knee-length dark skirt and boots. Her top was a halter top,
made of black leather. It matched her skirt, which was also of leather, as
were her boots. On her arms she wore elbow-length opera gloves. They
too were leather, and in her hand, very discreetly, pressing it to her thigh
so as not to make a show of it, Song Li held a riding crop.
ÒWe almost didnÕt make it,Ó Song Li smiled at the woman in the robe.
She nodded. She looked again at the men.
ÒI would not have,Ó she said, smiling at Ted and Brad. She opened
her front door wider. Beyond the hedge protecting her front yard, the roar
of Hong KongÕs traffic could be heard. But Song Li, whose maid had driven
them between two iron gates to get into the womanÕs front yard, could not
be seen in her leather outfit. The traffic would remain unawares. The
party inside the house would pass unnoticed by those in the street.
ÒAnd here are your two little girls,Ó the blonde woman smiled,
shifting her gaze past Song Li and Ted and Brad. Wendy and Laura stood
behind the trio. They seemed pensive, yet excited. Wendy was dressed in
a short white blouse with long sleeves. The sleeves fell to her wrists.
But the shirt itself left her smooth belly bare, exposing her navel. Under
the shirt, whose fabric was opaque, WendyÕs bra could be seen. It was a
white bra, matching her transparent white blouse. On her hips, hugging
them, she wore short shorts. They were made of denim. Her legs were
bare. Sneakers were on her feet. Beside her stood Laura. She wore a
blouse even more transparent than WendyÕs. She wore no bra. Her nipples,
pressing forth into her blouse at the tips of her breasts, made spectacles
of themselves. They grew as the blonde woman gazed at her. She too wore
short denim shorts, and had bare legs. But on her feet she wore white
boots, in contrast to Song LiÕs black boots. Like Song LiÕs boots, they
stretched all the way up to her knees.
Song Li stepped into the house, followed by the girls. Then, gallantly
last, came Ted and Brad. As soon as the blonde woman had closed the
front door she turned to them and, in a soft voice, she said,
ÒWelcome to my little house of horrors.Ó
ÒHorrors?Ó Wendy echoed, surprise showing in her eyes.
ÒWhy yes, dear. But make yourselves comfortable, please,Ó the
blonde woman answered. She gestured to a couch. It was made of black
leather. All around them Ted saw tasteful, but slightly ominous, articles
of furniture and decoration. A pair of candles stood in ivory candle
holders on a black walnut table. The ivory, in the light of the room, which
was dim, looked like bone. Straight, stiff bone, as if it had been taken
from someoneÕs body. A collection of white china plates stood behind a
glassed-in hutch. The plates looked fragile, thin orbs of white behind a
delicate pane of glass. The carpet was black, as if ink had been spilled on
the entire floor. But a lamp, standing alone in a corner, was silver. A vine
was snaking up it, from a pot on the black carpet next to the lamp. The
green trailing of the vine seemed to be trying to strangle the silver lamp,
to turn it as black and dead-looking as the couch and the carpet.
Guided by the men, and by Song Li, who now waved the riding crop in
her hand a little, as if stirring the still air in the room, Wendy and Laura
walked to the couch. They sat down together in the center of it. They
looked uncomfortable as they sat down, their faces pensive, their
overdeveloped breasts quivering. LauraÕs quivered more because she wore
no bra. Yet, interestingly, Ted noticed, despite the worried look on her
face, LauraÕs already stiff nipples grew stiffer. LauraÕs eyes looked up.
She saw Ted gazing at her nipples. She blushed. Ted sat down beside her,
and Brad sat down beside Wendy. The girls moved closer together. Song Li
sat alone in a love seat near the couch. It too was covered in leather, and
near it was a second love seat in which the blonde sat in her long velvet
bathrobe.
The men spread their legs. Discomfort showed on their faces, but it
was of a different nature than that displayed by the girls. The blonde
smiled. Her eyes fell between both menÕs legs, first Ted, then Brad. Each
had a visible lump where his thighs met. It jutted forth like a penned-in
snake.
ÒDiane?Ó a voice called from an adjacent room. The blonde turned in
her chair. A man appeared. He was DianeÕs husband. He looked about 45.
Grey hair gleamed at his temples. He was nattily dressed, broad
shouldered, long limbed, a bit taller than either Brad or Ted. He looked as
if he had just come from a golf course, wearing a polo shorts and Tommy
Hilfinger pants. His shoes, by Ralph Lauren, were fine oxhide leather.
ÒHave the guests-- yes, they have,Ó the man said, answering his own
question even as he spoke it. He nodded to Ted and Brad. His eyes lingered
on Song Li. Wendy sneezed and he looked at her. She smiled wanly. Laura
forced a smile too, but seemed displeased to have to do so. She looked as
if she might run out of the front door if the man opened it for her.
But he did not. Instead he sat down on the loveseat next to the
blonde. They kissed. When the man looked up again from their kiss he
looked at Song Li.
ÒI have done as you asked to your... objects dÕ art,Ó the man told Song
Li. ÒAnd now I am wondering if you would do something for me, while
Diane gets us all something to drink.Ó The blonde stood up. She drew her
bathrobe closer. Both Ted and Brad were staring longingly at her breasts,
despite the presence in the room of her husband. The inner curves of
DianeÕs breasts could be seen, the twin halves of her bathrobe forced apart
by the jut of her breasts. In kissing her husband her robe had opened more.
She now repaired her appearance as her husband, looking at Song Li, said,
ÒI would like you to take off your halter.Ó
The blonde, surprised at her husbandÕs frankness, blushed. She
hesitated by her husbandÕs knees, standing over him, her hands still at her
own chest, keeping Ted and Brad from seeing her treasures.
ÒGo on,Ó the blondeÕs husband, who was named Samuel, said to her.
He lifted his hand. He patted her robe-covered fanny. She let out a small
cry. And then she left the room, her hips moving easily, quickly, leaving
Ted and Brad imagining her without her robe on.
ÒMy breasts will be naked if I take off my halter,Ó Song Li said to
Samuel.
ÒYes. I know,Ó Samuel answered. ÒBut we are indoors. It would
please me greatly if you would show them. I have long admired them.Ó
ÒHave you?Ó Song Li smiled.
ÒYes,Ó Samuel said. ÒWhenever you used to come by my stockbroking
firm, I used to stare at them from behind the glass window of my office.
You would be talking to one of my boys, and I would be looking at you
surreptitiously, often picking up the Asian Times to hide my need to look
at you, so that if you glanced my way I would not be seen to be staring. Of
course, when you would stop in my office, I would have to try to keep my
eyes on yours. They are very beautiful eyes but I find your breasts even
more attractive.Ó
Song LiÕs smile broadened. She lifted a hand and swept back a lock
of her hair. It had fallen out of her bun, her hair being pinned up by two
slender sticks that resembled chop sticks.
ÒWhy do you find my breasts so attractive?Ó Song Li asked Samuel.
The man coughed, slightly.
ÒThey are so.. large,Ó he said. His voice was thick with admiration.
Song Li glanced between his legs. She saw a lump rise there, as Diane
returned with a tray of tea. Song Li laughed. She looked at Diane.
ÒYour husband is trying to get me to take my top off,Ó Song Li told
Diane.
ÒHe is an incurable hedonist,Ó Diane said. She offered Song Li a cup
of tea. The Asian woman took it. She found it hot, steam rising from its
surface. She blew on it with her lips. Across from her Samuel shifted
uneasily in his chair. Song Li looked again at his crotch. The lump in his
pants had grown bigger.
ÒWhat do you think of LauraÕs breasts?Ó Song Li said to Samuel.
Diane was serving Laura tea and the English brunette took her cup eagerly.
She too blew on it as Samuel, glancing over at her, said,
ÒHer breasts are very pretty.Ó
ÒShe wished to be a little showy this evening,Ó Song Li said. ÒDo you
like her transparent top?Ó
ÒYes. Of course,Ó Samuel answered. ÒBut I have not met her before.
She is a child. You are a woman, and someone I have lusted after for some
time. I have modified the objects you brought me earlier today and I
thought, in repayment, you might show off your tits for me.Ó
ÒVery well,Ó Song Li said. Gently she put her cup down on a small
cherry wood table that stood beside her chair. She reached up, passing her
hands over her breasts. She lifted her hands above her trim shoulders and
reached behind her neck. Diane, who was serving Wendy tea, paused. A pin
dropping to the carpet might have been heard as Song Li untied her halter.
Everyone stared. A moment later her breasts were free, the halter looking
like little more than a handkerchief in her hands, her breasts wobbling and
juddering nakedly with her every breath and movement. ÒSo you like
them,Ó Song Li said to Samuel, who stared at her open-mouthed.
ÒYes,Ó Samuel gasped.
ÒI admit they are rather large breasts for an Asian woman,Ó Song Li
said. Her look was self-conscious. She gazed down at herself and shook
her shoulders, which made her breasts quiver rapidly.
ÒYes,Ó Samuel gasped again.
ÒI have a confession to make also,Ó Song Li said, as Diane, turning to
Brad, served him a cup of tea.
ÒWhat is that?Ó Samuel asked.
ÒI have long admired you,Ó Song Li said. ÒOf course I didnÕt want you
to think me weak-minded. So I didnÕt let on. But now that I do my trading
of stocks on the Internet, and we no longer have a professional
relationship, I suppose I can tell you.Ó
ÒWhat is that?Ó Samuel said. Diane served Ted tea and then walked
over to her husband.
ÒI would like to see your penis,Ó Song Li told Ted.
ÒYou would,Ó Diane said, her voice suddenly serious.
ÒYes,Ó Song Li, bare-breasted, holding her halter top in her hands,
repeated. ÒYes I would. Very much.Ó
Ted looked at Brad. Samuel looked at his wife. She gave him a cup
of tea. He took it, but with his other hand he reached down to his pants.
He unzipped himself. Everyone stared again as he dug into his underpants.
A moment later, holding his hot cup of tea in one hand, he drew out his
penis with the other. It stiffened completely in the warm evening air, the
traffic outside a distant roar as Samuel exposed himself.
ÒNow pee,Ó Song Li said.
ÒWhat?Ó Samuel asked. His wife looked shocked.
Song Li took another sip of tea. ÒPee,Ó she told the man. ÒPee right
on your carpet. You know you can hire someone in the morning to come and
clean up the mess.
ÒI--Ó Samuel protested.
ÒDo as she says, dear,Ó Diane suggested. She walked over to Song Li
and put her tea tray down on the cherry wood table. She returned to her
husband. She sat down next to him, a tea cup in her own hands, blowing on
her tea to cool it. With her other hand she reached over to her husband.
She touched his naked cock. She traced a vein on SamuelÕs cock with the
tip of her finger. She drew her hand up to his pee hole. She tickled the
opening with two of her fingers, and began to giggle. The sound was
repeated by Laura and Wendy.
ÒGo ahead, darling, pee,Ó Diane told Samuel. ÒI wonÕt mind. Really.Ó
She began coaxing his shaft with her hand. ÒIf you donÕt pee IÕll make you
cum,Ó she told Samuel.
ÒReally, dear. That would be hell to get out of our carpet,Ó Samuel
told his wife.
ÒThen pee instead,Ó Diane told Samuel. ÒIf youÕre worried about your
sticky cum in our carpet make Song Li happy by peeing for her instead.Ó
Samuel looked down at his cock, which stood up stiffly for all of
them to see. ÒI- I canÕt,Ó Samuel confessed. Ted watched the manÕs dick
quivering, little Laura beside him staring wide-eyed.
ÒYes you can,Ó Diane said to Samuel. ÒPee or IÕll make you spend.Ó
ÒWhat about the others?Ó Samuel asked anxiously, glancing at Ted
and Brad.
ÒYou are the center of attention right now,Ó Diane told her husband.
She gave him a cautious squeeze. ÒOr, rather, your penis is,Ó she told him.
She squeezed his manhood again.
ÒIf you keep doing that IÕll spend for sure,Ó Samuel warned his wife.
ÒAh. A man ejaculating. How frightening,Ó Diane teased her husband.
Suddenly, in the quiet of the room, the traffic outside a distant,
alien roar, Samuel peed. As soon as his stream shot forth Wendy and Laura
clapped their hands to their faces and screamed. Ted patted LauraÕs back
consolingly, then, feeling she was being rather silly about the whole thing,
gave her a childÕs pat on the head. Her hair tousled a little by the
movement of TedÕs hand, Laura looked at him. She gazed from his face to
his crotch.
ÒYes. I have one too,Ó Ted said to Laura in a friendly, fatherly way,
condescension in his voice. She didnÕt seem to mind. She put a finger into
her mouth. With her other hand, sucking on her finger, she reached for his
lump. She touched his fly. She dug under the tailored flap and found the
tab of his zipper. She pulled. Ted watched himself as, freed from the
tension of his trousers, his crotch opening down the front as she unzipped
him, his underpants stood up suddenly.
Now it was LauraÕs turn to be condescending. She gave Ted a small
pat on his penis, with her hand. There was only the white of TedÕs
underpants between her hand and the rigid flesh of his cock.
ÒYou have a nice big one,Ó Laura said to Ted. And then suddenly he
realized the girl wasnÕt being sarcastic, or condescending. She was truly
awed by him, despite their earlier efforts together. She was as honestly
moved by his bulge as if theyÕd never met before, and she was still
waiting to see him, a virgin poised on the edge of the sofa with baited
breath.
Song Li smiled. ÒGirls, I think itÕs time we had a little exercise,Ó
she said. SamuelÕs fountain of pee ebbed. There was a puddle on the
carpet. Wendy looked down at it, aghast, as it was slowly absorbed by the
carpetÕs dense fibers.
ÒWhat sort of exercise?Ó Laura asked, turning to Song Li. Ted swore
there was nothing but innocence in her voice. But her hand remained on his
crotch, gently patting and stroking him.
ÒShe means, I think, to exercise your bottoms,Ó Diane said. Slowly
she rubbed her husband, up and down, handling him carefully so as not to
make him spend.
ÒOh no!Ó Wendy gasped. Her hands still covered her mouth.
ÒI understand you two have been doing stretching exercises,Ó Diane
said, pressing the subject. She looked from Wendy to Laura. One girl
boldly petted a manÕs cock, albeit through his underpants. The other, more
reserved, shyly kept her hands over her mouth. ÒIn a moment we will be
undressing,Ó Diane said, choosing her words with care. She did not know
the extent of WendyÕs innocence, or lack of it, and did not want to frighten
the girl.
ÒOh, but IÕve already had a bath,Ó Wendy said. Ted glanced over at
her. Was she pretending? He didnÕt know. She still kept her hands to her
lips, as if it was they that were to be uncovered. Brad gave the blonde a
curious look. His bulge was evident and Wendy, glancing down at his
crotch all of a sudden, betrayed that she was not perhaps quite as naive as
she wished for Diane to think. Nonetheless, the woman indulged her.
ÒYes, I know,Ó Diane told Wendy. ÒYou have such pretty hair. IÕll bet
you spent all afternoon putting those loose curls in it.Ó
ÒMmmhmmm,Ó Wendy said in a childlike voice. Ted looked at her
hair. Now he knew what had seemed different about it when heÕd first
looked at her, as the evening began. Wendy had used a curling iron to curl
the ends of her hair, and several inches upward, giving her hair an extra
bounce. Ted admired the way WendyÕs hair fell across her small, petite
shoulders and tumbled down over her breasts and her back.
ÒSuch lovely hair mustnÕt be gotten wet,Ó Diane said to Wendy.
ÒNo,Ó Wendy agreed. She gave her hair a toss with a flick of her
hand. Her other hand, poised over her mouth, fell to her neck. Ted gazed at
her rosebud lips, at her white, naked neck. He longed to see the rest of her
undressed, all of a sudden, forgetting Song Li for a moment.
ÒWe will be undressing not for a bath but for punishment,Ó Diane
said to Wendy. ÒAnd for exercise. The two go hand in hand, you see, for
we will be having you and Laura engage in a sitting contest.Ó
ÒWhat kind of contest?Ó Laura, her voice seeming unnaturally high to
Ted, suddenly piped up. Her hand squeezed his lump. Ted groaned.
ÒYou will see,Ó Diane said. ÒI have a room where bottoms are
challenged, and pussies deeply cleft. And the men are not left out of the
game. Oh, no. Penises are tested to the limits of their endurance.Ó
DianeÕs eyes flashed. Ted shifted himself on the couch. Brad squirmed.
WendyÕs hand flew again to her mouth. This time her forefinger intruded
itself and she sucked on it, lightly, her large eyes meanwhile rolling back
and forth in her head, darting from Diane to Samuel, to SamuelÕs cock, to
the puddle of pee heÕd made on the floor and to Song Li, sitting quietly
topless on the love seat next to the couch, sipping the last of her tea. ÒDo
you not wish to see BradÕs penis?Ó Diane asked Wendy. ÒYour friend Laura
has already started on Ted. Surely you should not be left behind?Ó
ÒOh!Ó Wendy gasped. She said this despite the presence in her mouth
of her finger. The sound was, Ted thought, reminiscent of a baby burping.
Wendy looked anxiously at Ted. Then she looked down at BradÕs crotch.
Ted, gazing at his former girlfriend, thought he saw a glint of jealously in
her eyes. All at once Wendy reached for BradÕs zipper. She used both her
hands, popping her finger out of her mouth to do it. Ted saw that WendyÕs
finger was wet with her saliva. He grew harder as he watched her, Laura
giving a small sigh as she felt his response. Wendy opened BradÕs zipper
and Brad, groaning with pleasure and the ache of restraint, popped through.
WendyÕs hands flew off his crotch. She stared wide-eyed at his
underpants lump, jutting up through his fly. Then, reaching down again,
she slowly began to massage him. Brad twitched and strained in her
hands. It was like petting a snake under a blanket. Suddenly Brad burst
through the flap in his Jockeys. Nakedly he appeared, his penis stiff and
strong, the veins running along its length throbbing. Wendy let out a small
cry. Her fingers flew up, hovered in the air, and then gently, tentatively,
settled on the big fleshy thing, landing like butterflies. Brad let out
another heartfelt groan. Laura, not to be outdone, pulled at TedÕs
underpants. A second later he was free too, bursting out and quivering in
the air. Frankly Laura, brushing back a lock of hair that had fallen in front
of her face, began to massage him.
Groans filled the room as the three females went to work. It was
instinctive. There was a gentle massaging of stiff flesh, the men gasping.
Each man was soon drooling pre-cum, the substance bubbling up from his
pee hole, wetting the fingers of Wendy, Laura, and Diane.
ÒOh, you men are so messy!Ó Diane teased her husband.
ÒYouÕre getting my fingers all greasy!Ó Wendy complained to Brad.
But she could not take her hands off him, despite the burbling precursor of
sperm, for she felt her heart beating rapidly in her chest as she brought
him close to the brink.
ÒIÕm going to cum!Ó Ted cried suddenly. He could feel his balls
roiling. Laura giggled at his discomfort, mingled with exquisite pleasure.
Song Li, sitting alone in her loveseat, also laughed.
ÒGirls, thatÕs enough,Ó Diane announced. ÒMen, would you please pay
them back by removing their tops?Ó she commanded.
ÒOh no!Ó Wendy gasped. Song Li, her riding crop lying in her lap,
lifted it up. She gave it a swish through the air.
ÒGirls, this is not an orgy,Ó Song Li said. ÒIt is not like our first
night together, when Brad and Ted and yourselves were free to go at each
other, under my gentle guidance, the object being our mutual pleasure.
This is a place of hardship and pain. It is a necessary pain, I assure you,
for you both need your bottoms opened. Now sit quietly while the men
take off your tops. Do you think Ted and Brad are enjoying themselves,
brought so close to spending? It will be an effort for them not to spurt in
your faces as they pull off your shirts. Imagine their agony as they watch
your young titties freed from your clothes. They will struggle to restrain
themselves. How they will wish to cum all over your breasts! Look in
their eyes, not at their dicks,Ó Song Li instructed the girls. Wendy and
Laura obeyed. Despite the wobbling, erect poles of flesh, the two girls
looked up at the menÕs faces. BradÕs was a grimace, as he reached for
WendyÕs top. TedÕs was equally desperate. He had been brought by LauraÕs
hands to the very brink of exploding. Each man bit his lip as he pulled up
the girlÕs top. At the same time he squeezed the cheeks of his ass,
desperately trying to hold himself back. Wendy sighed. Her breath gushed
over the tip of BradÕs dick.
ÒAh, God!Ó Brad exclaimed. He drew WendyÕs shirt up over her head.
It stopped her breath, momentarily, but the sight of her chaste white bra,
freed from her shirt, nearly made Brad spurt all over the girl. TedÕs view
was even more delicious. Pulling up LauraÕs shirt, he rendered her topless.
She wore no bra and her young, still growing breasts wiggled sensuously
in front of his naked cock. Ted wanted to grab himself and sperm her taut
cherry nipples. Instead he finished removing her shirt and laid it on the
couch beside her. Brad did the same with WendyÕs top, laying it in the spot
where heÕd been sitting.
ÒUndo her bra, please,Ó Diane said. Unknown to both men, who had
their backs to her, the blonde woman was removing her robe. Her breasts
spilled out. They looked like twin cantaloupes and Song Li, seeing them,
smiled and licked her lips. Diane blushed. Song Li fingered her crop. ÒYou
do not wish to whip them?Ó Diane asked, alarmed, momentarily forgetting
the two men who stood over the girls.
ÒPerhaps,Ó Song Li answered. Instinctively Diane clapped her hands
to her tits. They were far too big for her hands to enclose and Song Li
laughed at how the woman looked as if she were handling oversized fruit.
ÒYours are big too,Ó Diane said to Song Li, looking at her breasts.
ÒYes. But I am the one holding the crop,Ó Song Li smiled.
Brad leaned over Wendy. As he reached over and behind the sitting
girlÕs head, in order to undo the clasp of her bra, his erect penis touched
her lips. Wendy gasped. She drew back a little. Brad reached farther. His
cock touched her mouth again. As Brad took hold of the back of WendyÕs
bra the blonde gave in to the demands of his penis. She opened her mouth.
Brad felt himself suddenly enclosed in her, the knob of his cock sliding
into her wetness. Song Li turned her head and watched. WendyÕs jaw
looked as if it might be dislocated as the big cock wedged its way in. At
the same time poor Brad, who had no intention of putting himself to Wendy
like this, groaned. He had been on the verge of spending and now it took all
his strength not to spill himself in her mouth.
The bra came undone. Brad gave a sigh of relief. He straightened up,
taking WendyÕs bra with him, freeing her breasts as his own cock slid back
and out of her mouth. For a moment Wendy resisted, wanting the thing
now, letting herself be pulled forward as Brad stepped back and away from
her. WendyÕs tits wiggled nakedly as she sucked BradÕs tool. She leaned
forward on the couch, and nearly fell off it as Brad retreated.
ÒAh, we are free of one another, yes?Ó Diane asked. She craned her
neck a little, her breasts wobbling freely, as she looked round Brad to see
the front of him, and WendyÕs face. She looked at the two lovers. There
was wetness on the end of BradÕs cock. It trembled stiffly a few inches
beyond WendyÕs lips. The blonde gave a sheepish smile. Her eyes darted up
at BradÕs, then refocused on his massive organ.
ÒI think we are ready to test each other in the punishment room,Ó
Song Li said to Diane. The blonde woman nodded. She stood up. Song Li
stood up too. She cut the air again with her riding crop, swinging it close
to Wendy. The girl flinched.
ÒStand up, girls,Ó Song Li ordered. Brad leaned forward and took hold
of WendyÕs right arm. He pulled her up off the couch. Ted did the same for
Laura. Both girls looked hesitantly at each other. The time for teasing
and playing had passed. Things were serious now.
Without asking permission, without being told, Brad, still clothed,
except for his erection, reached for WendyÕs shorts. He grasped the denim.
The girl looked abjectly down at herself as Brad undid her front buttons.
This time there was no explosion of flesh. There was, instead, a peeling
away, as if of petals from a flower. WendyÕs panties, pure white, were
exposed as Brad opened and pulled down her tight shorts. Diane sighed at
the chaste color.
ÒThey are but children,Ó she whispered to her husband.
ÒYes,Ó Samuel agreed. He gazed from Wendy to Laura. The girl,
having her own shorts opened by Ted, offered the same virginal color;
white panties, pure as snow and delicate without being transparent.
The two girls wiggled as the men drew their denim shorts down
their bare legs. Ted had to contend with the tops of LauraÕs white boots
when he reached the girlÕs knees. Brad was able to pull WendyÕs shorts
unhindered all the way down her sleek legs, stopping only when he reached
her ankles, where her white sneakers gripped her feet. Song Li, watching,
reached back behind herself. She unzipped her leather skirt. Diane, now
out of her robe, wore black panties. She pulled these down, displaying her
trim blonde bush. Song Li looked at the blondeÕs mons. She licked her lips
again, as her skirt fell to her feet.
ÒYou want to eat me and to whip my titties,Ó the blonde woman
accused the Asian.
ÒYes,Ó Song Li replied unselfconsciously. ÒYour snatch looks
delicious. I want to feast on it.
ÒOh my God, she wants to eat my pussy,Ó Diane reported to her
husband.
ÒThere is a first time for everything, dear,Ó Samuel said to his wife.
He looked at Song Li. ÒShe is not quite the degenerate she likes to pretend
she is. My wife still has some things she resists. Having her pussy eaten
is one of them. How did you guess this little foible of hers?Ó Song Li
sliced the air again with her crop, making Wendy jump.
ÒI did not guess anything,Ó Song Li said. ÒI merely find her pussy
alluring, thatÕs all. ItÕs small and neat and the hair is perfectly trimmed.
I like how she has formed it into an undersized wedge shape. Mine is
fuller, as you can see,Ó Song Li said. She pulled down her own panties,
which were black like her skirt, displaying a well-furred bush.
ÒAh. I think I would like to try that,Ó Samuel sighed, gazing at Song
LiÕs pussy. The Asian pushed forward her hips. Giving a fuller display of
herself, spreading her thighs so that Samuel might gaze at her more
completely, she asked, with a provocative smile,
ÒShouldnÕt we go to the punishment room?Ó
ÒYes!Ó Diane agreed. She was glad to turn, to offer Song Li a view of
her bottom, hiding her bush from her. She seized Wendy by her shoulders.
The girl stood now at an angle, drawn somewhat away from the couch as
Brad yanked her shorts off her shoes. Wendy gave a small shriek. She felt
DianeÕs breath on her neck. Brad got her shorts free of her sneakered feet
and tossed them up on the couch.
ÒLetÕs go,Ó Diane said to Wendy. Laura, her own shorts being pulled
off her booted feet, turned and looked back behind her.
ÒOh please, I donÕt want to be punished,Ó the brunette sighed.
ÒMe neither,Ó Wendy agreed.
ÒHow sweet you both look in your white panties. I will let you keep
them on until we reach the punishment room,Ó Diane said to the girls. She
gave Wendy a nudge in the small of her back. ÒNow come along,Ó she
insisted. ÒWe have much to try tonight and I want to get started.Ó
They walked from the room. They moved down a hallway and as they
walked they passed a long mirror. Wendy glanced in it, briefly. She looked
startled as she saw herself, stripped to white panties and tennies. Behind
her Brad walked, his penis stiffly erect. He kept his clothes, as did Ted
and Samuel, but Wendy had little doubt the men would soon be naked. Ted
walked in front of Wendy, his step awkward due to the stiffness of his
penis. Before him walked Laura, her brown mane of hair swinging back and
forth behind her, her white-pantied bottom jutting saucily, well-fatted
and tempting. Behind Wendy came Diane. She kept a hand poised at
WendyÕs back, urging her forward. Behind her was her husband and, lastly,
Song Li, swishing her crop.
The group rounded a corner. Diane told Ted to open a door to his
right. The young man stopped. He put his hand on a door handle. He opened
it, slowly. Laura peeked inside. She gasped.
ÒGo in. Do not leave us standing out here,Ó Diane said impatiently.
Ted gazed into the room. His cock seemed to stiffen as he stared. Then he
was pushing Laura in ahead of him, the girl crying out as she felt TedÕs
hands on her shoulders and back. A moment later they were all inside, and
little Wendy, clapping her hands over her eyes, did not want to see what
awaited.
Brad guided the blonde to a pile of pillows. He made her sit down in
them, on the floor, Wendy shouting aloud as she was forced to sit down,
her hands still over her eyes. Ted grasped LauraÕs hand. He took her to the
pillows and made her sit down in them, next to Wendy. Then Ted sat down,
giving a contented sigh as the large cushions received him. The rest also
sat down in the pillows.
ÒTea, anyone?Ó Diane asked. ÒWe are not without comforts, even
here.Ó
ÒYes please,Ó Song Li answered. ÒAnd pussy to go with it.Ó Diane
slapped her hand over her mons.
ÒYou are quite forward,Ó Diane said to Song Li.
ÒYou may not resist me in here,Ó the Asian answered.
Slowly Wendy uncovered her eyes. Then she clapped her hands over
her eyes again, giving a new shout of dismay. Ted glanced around. They
were in an unusual room. It had windows, but heavy drapes had been drawn
across them, blocking out the lights of the city. They were in a room on
the side of the house now, but he could still hear the traffic beyond. They
were in the center of Hong Kong, surrounded by humanity, yet in a place
where absolute privacy was demanded. There was a horse made of wood,
its ÒseatÓ but a vee of two boards, making an uncomfortable wedge for any
rider to have to ride on. There was a pillory, where a naked penitent might
be forced to sit, her feet thrust through stocks while her hands, uplifted,
shard a second stock with her neck. There were chains, where a slave
might be forced to dangle. And there was, most unusually, placed in the
center of the room, two toilets. But each toilet was special. It had no
back. One might stand behind it, Ted saw, and watch with lurid enjoyment
as a victim, forced to sit, laid turds in the broken bowlÕs base. The same
view was possible from the front. There again the toilet bowl had been
cut away, giving a view of all that fell from the victimÕs behind. But each
toilet had something more than just a seat atop a broken bowl. Fitted
between the seat and the bowl, laid across it, was a board. And rising up
from each board was a cock.
ÒAh, I see youÕve modified my stools,Ó Song Li said, sitting
comfortably on the pillows.
ÒYes,Ó Samuel said. Diane brought tea from a table set up near the
pillows. She poured tea from a silver teapot into china cups. Her naked
breasts wiggled heavily as she did so, drawing the eyes of the men. Song
Li smiled. She ran her tongue over her lips. Diane, glancing up, saw the
appreciation in Song LiÕs eyes as her tongue retreated into her mouth. She
thought Song Li was admiring her china, and her silver teapot.
ÒExpect the best, and you will receive it,Ó Diane said to Song Li.
ÒYes,Ó Song Li answered. She took the cup from her. Her eyes
lingered over DianeÕs big cherry nipples, dancing so close to her face, but
the blonde, preoccupied, turned to serving the men. Once more she mistook
the glow she saw, this time in the menÕs eyes. She thought the men were
smiling because of the girls who were cuddling close to them.
ÒI hope you girls are ready to have your asses exercised,Ó Diane said.
She gave Brad a cup of tea.
ÒOh God!Ó Wendy shouted. She had let her hands slip down to her
neck and now she clapped them over her eyes again. Samuel and the
others, all except for Laura, laughed. DianeÕs naked tits shook as she
turned to Ted.
ÒHere,Ó Diane said, giving Ted a hot cup of tea.
ÒThanks,Ó Ted replied.
ÒDonÕt spill it on your penis,Ó Diane said.
ÒNo,Ó Ted answered. Handling the cup carefully, he offered it to
Laura. She leaned forward. She blew on it, compressing her lips in a
maddening imitation of a kiss. Meanwhile Wendy had let her hands slide
down to her cheeks. Sensing that Laura was doing something, she leaned
out, and watched from around BradÕs shoulder. Laura sipped the tea as Ted
held it for her. He pressed it close to her lips, watching her eyelashes
flutter and her throat work. She drank the liquid.
ÒMmmm, it tastes faintly of oranges,Ó Laura said, drawing her mouth
away from the cup.
ÒYes. ItÕs orange-blossom tea,Ó Diane said. She poured a cup for her
husband. He took it, but he did not drink it, for he was intent on telling
Song Li about his work on the stools.
ÒI removed the dildos from those tall stools and placed them on the
toilets,Ó Samuel said to Song Li. The Asian smiled. She sipped her tea.
ÒThis way, squatting down, the girls will be forced to give a fuller stretch
to their bottoms,Ó Samuel explained. ÒThe dildos will penetrate deeper.
They will not simply be able to perch on the things, and get them up inside
themselves a little, and thereby escape a full penetration. They will have
to take the whole shaft, right down to the base, and we can monitor their
training in complete comfort, for as you see there is a mirror behind the
toilets, and the commodes are constructed to give an excellent view of the
girlsÕ behinds.Ó
ÒOh God!Ó Laura sighed. She huddled against Ted. But with his penis
stiffly displayed, the man was hardly a sympathetic refuge. He was dying
to see the girl shaft herself. Laura, looking down at TedÕs erection,
realized what he must be thinking and uttered a wail.
Song Li was unmoved by the cry. ÒGood job, Samuel,Ó she said. Then
she got up and, walking bare-bottomed across the room, she touched a
finger to one of the chains hanging down from the ceiling. She twisted the
metal around her finger. Everyone watched. Even Diane, pouring tea,
stopped, holding a cup and her silver pitcher as she watched Song Li twist
the metal tighter and tighter, nearly breaking her finger in the encoiling
chain.
Song Li sighed. She reversed the movement of her finger and it was
slowly released. She turned. Still holding her riding crop in her hand,
still wearing her boots and her matching black opera length gloves, she
walked back to the pillows. She plopped down on them, this time where
Diane had been sitting, right next to Samuel and behind Laura and Ted.
Glancing at the girls, she said, ÒI want them to tear themselves on the
things. The dildos, I mean, on the toilets. The girls must end their fear of
having their bottoms fucked. They need to have their anuses stretched and
they need to rip their mucosa. They must be broken in, like young cattle or
horses, so that they can be put regularly to studs and receive them
without complaint.Ó She brushed back her dark hair, which had fallen
loosely across part of her face. She looked at Samuel. ÒHave you a way to
make the penises move? Once the girls have been put on them?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Samuel, reclining on the pillows, answered, balancing his tea
cup in his hand. His cock shuddered as he moved, a large cucumber of flesh
sticking stiffly up, as if stretching toward the tea cup in his hand to drink
from it. ÒOnce the girls have been fully penetrated, I have a way to make
the dicks work.Ó He lifted up a black box from the pillows. It was the
size of his palm, easily balanced in it. There were two buttons on it.
ÒThis controls the dildos,Ó Samuel told Song Li. ÒThe shafts can move up
and down, rapidly or slowly. I suppose you want to start slow and then
increase the tempo?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Song Li said. ÒAnd, if necessary, we will have the girls take a
break inbetween. I mean, after they have grown accustomed to having the
penises move inside them. They might still be intact at that point,
internally, and I will want to have a look up their asses. Then we will put
them back on the things and, with their anuses stretched and their
rectums filled, we will really give it to them, no? Even if they have
already torn themselves, I will want to see them really taken for a ride.
There should be no mercy. Really give it to them, while we watch from
the pillows. Satisfy me in this matter and I will see to it that you are
amply rewarded.Ó
Samuel smiled. Wendy, who had let her hands slip down again,
uncovering her eyes, curious but at the same time fearful, saw a gleam in
SamuelÕs eyes. She looked from his eyes to his penis and back to his face
again. She guessed how Song Li would reward the man. It appalled her
that Samuel would have his penis rewarded for shoving something up her
ass.
ÒTea?Ó Diane asked the girl.
ÒNo!Ó Wendy said abruptly. She slapped her hands over her eyes. But
now Brad intervened, tiring of the girlÕs hide-and-seek games. He
encircled one of her small wrists with his fingers. He pulled down
WendyÕs hand. Underneath her eye stared large and anxious, a big owl-eye.
Brad laughed. He reached down and pulled away her other hand, exposing
her other eye. A girl truly in the clutches of fear would undoubtedly have
had her eyes squeezed tight, but WendyÕs were wide. She was peeking,
Brad guessed, through the slits between her fingers, even as she pretended
to be blind.
ÒIf you donÕt want anything to drink then I want you to get up and
take off your panties,Ó Brad said to the blonde. Again he wondered how he
could have spent so many days ignoring this beautiful creature, and
concentrating solely on Song Li. She was truly marvelous. She was like a
little pet, her blonde tresses spilling down over her shoulders, which were
frail, narrow and slim and in sharp contrast to her large, growing bosoms.
As the girl breathed her breasts lifted up, and her shoulders drew
backward, the girlÕs shoulders becoming even smaller as her bosoms rose
to greet him. Brad let go of the blondeÕs hands. He caught at her breasts.
Wendy, surprised, let out a yelp. Brad massaged the big cantaloupe
mounds. They were deliciously soft and yet firm. They were not really
the size of cantaloupes but at the same time they were bigger than
oranges, somewhere in between.
ÒGrapefruit,Ó Brad breathed.
ÒWhat?Ó Wendy asked, gazing down at herself as Brad worked her
tits.
ÒYour breasts are the size of ripe grapefruit,Ó Brad said. ÒAnd now I
want to see your bottom. I want to truly admire it.Ó He leaned forward.
To a surprised sigh from Wendy, he gave each of her stiff young nipples a
kiss. He did it chivalrously, like a gentleman, as if in quiet sympathy with
all she would soon go through. Wendy was caught between desire and fear;
liking the kisses yet not what they represented, Brad taking his leave of
her, pushing her toward the toilets that would forever spell the doom of
her near-virginity.
Brad released WendyÕs left tit from his mouth. He lifted his head up
and looked at her. Suddenly, his mood changed.
ÒGet up, bitch,Ó Brad said to Wendy. Laura could see the shock in
WendyÕs eyes. At the same moment Ted turned to her and, kissing her on
the lips, roughly taking hold of her bosoms which made her cry out, he
said, even as he kissed her,
ÒGet up.Ó TedÕs speech was garbled but the lifting of his hands was
not. It was hard, yanking Laura up by her tits, making her shout. As
LauraÕs bottom rose up from the pillows, Song Li could not resist. She
reached out and struck the lovely young peach with her riding crop. There
was a distinct, sharp snap of leather against flesh. LauraÕs shout rose to
a howl. Samuel impulsively leaned forward. He saw LauraÕs pantied
bottom quivering from the blow. What he could not see, within the white
covering, was the red mark newly imprinted on her behind. He longed to
see it and grabbed at his penis as he watched the girl lifted to her feet.
Ted rose with her, his big penis quivering madly as he stood up. When he
was up he kissed Laura again, not caring that his belly, pressing to hers,
wedged his stiff uprisen cock between them, leaving a smear of semen
above her navel.
For there was a slight pumping of TedÕs balls as he kissed the young
girl. He was excited. His lust grew as he felt himself caught there,
between their pressed together stomachs. His was flat, as was hers, with
a muscular tautness to his belly that was matched by a soft receptivity in
hers, usually pressed out just a little but now indented by TedÕs pulsing
cock.
ÒYou are beautiful. Now go do as youÕre told,Ó Ted told Laura,
drawing his face back from hers, admiring her big brown astonished eyes
and her pink, almost plastic, rosebud lips. He was aware of LauraÕs firm
uptilted breasts as they lost contact with his chest. How lovely they
were! How he had crushed them against himself as his own penis, jutting
forth, got caught between their bellies.
ÒOh, I donÕt want to sit on the toilet,Ó Laura said, gazing around Ted
at the white porcelain basin with the board and the uprisen cock. She
gripped his shoulders. They were bigger than her hands and Ted felt the
childishness of her again, trying to seize his arms with hands that were
too small. She pressed close. He felt his tits prick his chest again, the
rose-colored thorn-like nipples. Then she fell against him and he felt the
full weight of her breasts, large round full bosoms compressed between
their bodies. At the same time Ted was aware of a frantic wiggling of
LauraÕs behind. The blow of the crop had sent her dancing, her ass
continually doing a little jig now even as the upper part of herself pressed
hard and close to him.
Samuel was aware of the girlÕs wriggling bottom also; indeed, he had
a ring side seat. Quickly he fisted himself, his hand on his cock, as he
stared at LauraÕs behind. It was so pretty! He longed to see it naked. The
thought of such a perfect young sphere impaling itself on the toilet dicks
made him surge with desire.
ÒSamuel. No,Ó came Song LiÕs voice sharply. She struck the man on
his thighs. Samuel let out a howl. Laura turned around, quickly, turning
her head as she remained close-pressed to Ted. She gazed at the man
gazing at her behind. Suddenly she blushed, realizing what was happening.
Her bottom hurt terribly from the crop but Samuel was enjoying her pain!
Indeed, but for a quick reaching out of Song LiÕs hand, stilling his own, the
man would have spent all over himself, his jism shooting into the air and
landing on his expensive pants.
ÒReally, you gentlemen should have your things off,Ó Diane
commented. She had sat down on the pillows next to her husband. She put
her hand atop Song LiÕs. The two women smiled. There was conspiracy in
their eyes. Neither of them cared anything about the two teenage girls,
and they both knew it. The girls were mere entertainment, induced into
this side room preserve so that they might make the men even harder than
they already were. The girls were amusement. The men might care
something for them, but what was that? It was lust, pure and simple, like
the affection a dog.
ÒTake off your panties, girls, and go to the toilets!Ó Diane, still
gazing into Song LiÕs eyes, snapped.
ÒOh, but I donÕt take my panties off when I sit on the toilet at ho-
ome!Ó Wendy wailed. Brad had stood her up, so that she stood next to
Laura now. The two teenage girls glanced anxiously about as Ted and Brad
sat back down. Perversely, the men now switched places, not
intentionally, perhaps, their lust making their bodies anxious and silly,
their large firm muscular forms spilling over each other, their cocks
waggling stiffly as they both sat back down.
ÒSorry,Ó Ted said to Brad.
ÒSorry,Ó Brad echoed.
But however insignificant the act, borne of the menÕs desire, it
appalled the girls. For it made them lower still, and Song Li knew this, as
she gazed at them, along with Diane, the two of them still sharing
SamuelÕs dicks with their hands. Ted now gazed lustily at Wendy, while
Brad, so recently enamored of the girl, had his attention fixed on Laura.
The girls were but flesh, hot naked forms of desire. The men had no
allegiance to either one, as it turned out, loving both girls equally, or not
at all, perhaps, simply Òturned onÓ by them, like boys staring at pin-ups,
or men hooting at young women in some nudie nightclub. Song Li turned
and smiled again at Diane. It was as if she were saying silently to her,
ÒWe are women. We are experienced. We are not like these stupid
children, so new and fresh it is almost appalling to watch them.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Diane seemed to agree. ÒHow silly they look. Like
preschoolers, really, making their first public trip to the potty, glancing
anxiously at their teachers as they are stared at by their fellow children.Ó
ÒStrip!Ó Ted yelled. Both girls gulped, their small necks working
anxiously, as if they were both simultaneously swallowing something, but
it was only their fear. And the effort was useless. The girlÕs knees
wobbled visibly as they stood before their former lovers and Song Li and
Diane and Samuel. There was a sudden detachment in the menÕs eyes. They
would be amply rewarded by the female flesh present; Song Li and Diane
were full-bodied and visibly lusty. The men could feel the warmth
radiated by the two women; it was matched in this closely packed room,
amidst all the strange equipment, by the warmth radiated by themselves.
Meanwhile the girls seemed a little like cold fish. They clutched at
their panties. Brad was hoping from a kind of mini-strip show, from the
older girl at least, but both young vixens seemed utterly scared. Wendy
turned her head. She looked at the toilets and quickly turned her gaze
away from the cocks, both of them as immobile and implacable as Wendy
was quivery and ashamed. Slowly, Laura began to push down her panties.
Perhaps it was a desire to expose her wounded bottom to the air, to let it
touch and caress her whip mark that Song Li had given her. LauraÕs eyes
grew wider as she felt her behind exposed. Brad laughed. He guessed it
was what in fact it was, the brushing down of her panties, rubbing the
sore line, the kissing of the first breath of cool air upon the bright hot red
mark.
ÒThey are both sluts and they know it,Ó Diane said. It was a remark
that did nothing to relive the girlÕs fear. Yet Ted understood it, at least,
sitting beneath Wendy as she crouched forward, her legs tall and straight,
and slid her panties down off her hips. Her bush was exposed. Above it,
beyond the curving expanse of her belly, hunched forward now as the girl
leaned in toward him, Ted admired WendyÕs boobs. They were luscious
sacs of flesh, jerking and quivering like twin pendant gourds as the girl
drew her panties down her thighs to her knees. How beautiful she was!
And how abject at the same time, her mouth twisted in dumb indecision,
her eyes wide, her eyelashes fluttering, and all the while above her trim
little bush and her small flat belly, her tits wiggling, wiggling, wiggling,
sumptuous gourds hanging above TedÕs face like ripe fruit.
WendyÕs panties dropped to her sneakers. They were brand new. The
girl had wanted to wear her old, well-loved sneakers but Song Li had
insisted on buying her new ones. Ted gazed at the girlÕs white perfect
panties as they fell to a small crumpled heap on the girlÕs tennies. Wendy
reached farther down, and began to step out of her panties, pulling the
silky cotton over the shoes, her hair swinging down now and spilling over
her shoulders to fall and block TedÕs view of her tits.
At the same time, Brad was gazing lustily at Laura. She drew her
panties down her slim thighs, having stilled them there a minute, glancing
over at Wendy with nervous apprehension. She came to the tops of her
boots. They were virgin-white boots. Carefully she opened the leg holes
of her panties more, with her fingers, and got them down over the tops of
her boots. The rest was a breeze, the panties, despite their tendency to
cling, being slipped down the smooth leather by LauraÕs quick hands. It
was as if she were racing Wendy now, trying to catch up to her, after
staring at her while she, in turn, gazed dumbly at Ted.
The blonde got off her panties and rose up. Her tits wiggled. Ted
looked at the girlÕs panties lying on the floor, almost under her sneakered
feet, and said, sternly,
ÒDonÕt let them lie there like that! Pick them up! Give them to me!Ó
Bashfully Wendy looked down. Ted saw surprise in her eyes. She
was a big girl; she had not intended to treat her panties that way, like
some pre-school child, dropping them on the floor and nearly stepping on
them. She picked them up. She handed them to Ted.
ÒYou must take care of your things,Ó Ted said to the blonde. ÒJust
because Song Li buys everything for you nowadays does not mean that you
can treat them casually.Ó He put the girlÕs panties to his face. He sniffed
them. This embarrassed the already embarrassed Wendy and she blushed,
her red cheeks matching LauraÕs.
ÒThese panties are wet,Ó Ted said to Wendy. ÒAre you excited by the
idea of tearing open your bottom hole? It is a necessary thing, so that
men can please themselves in you whichever way they take you. It is not
meant to give you pleasure.Ó
ÒThese panties are wet too,Ó Brad said, being given LauraÕs panties.
For he had insisted that she do so, with his eyes, even as Wendy was
forced to hand her underwear over to Ted.
ÒGo to the toilets, girls!Ó Song Li snapped. She cut the air with her
crop. Both girls jumped. However awful the thought of the toilets, the
girls feared the crop more. It was immediate. It was close; retreating to
the toilets would distance them from it. The girls turned. They both took
a step. Their hands reached out and they clasped hands nervously, like two
children walking to school. Wendy lifted up her free hand. In a mirror,
beyond the toilets, Ted saw the blonde stick her finger in her mouth. It
was her little finger, resting on her bottom lip first, then sliding deeper
and inbetween her teeth.
ÒOh God,Ó Laura said. WendyÕs finger probed deeper still, as if in
imitation of the dildo which would soon be up her ass. Laura, surprisingly
for the fear Brad saw in her eyes, stepped forward. Her thin eyebrows
frowned but, at the same time, Brad, to his excitement, saw that the girl
displayed a sudden confidence. A boldness, even, giving her naked ass a
strong wiggle as she stepped forward another step. Her large firm
uptilted tits wobbled in the mirror. Ted couldnÕt help himself. He gripped
his cock. Brad copied him; it was a strange and wonderfully awful sight to
see the two nervous teens approaching the toilets.
Laura turned. Wendy was standing stock still, and Laura was now
two steps ahead of her.
ÒCome,Ó Laura said to Wendy. The blonde gazed at her balefully.
Laura tugged on the girlÕs hand and drew her forward. Both Brad and Ted
marvelled at the girlÕs soft naked behinds. They were like twin spheres,
each split down the middle, the pillows of each bare cheek pressing
anxiously against its counterpart.
Tense, nervous, the two girls nonetheless walked forward, taking
small mincing steps which gradually but inexorably drew them closer to
the commodes.
Meanwhile, the men were getting their clothes off. Diane and Song
Li helped. After keeping the men clothed for so long the two women
seemed to be like lionesses. With a sudden desperation, the blondeÕs long
hair flying and Song LiÕs coming loose from her bun, the two women tore
at the menÕs shirts and pants. For their part the men seemed rather
hapless. Their big sausage-like pricks wobbled and shook as the women
tore off their clothes. Laura and Wendy didnÕt notice. They were too
mesmerized by the cocks sticking up from the toilets. They were the size
of Ted and Brad, or Samuel for that matter, but they had dispensed with
the inconvenience of a manÕs body or mind, reducing maleness to its
essential component. Stiffly the cocks jutted up. As the girls drew
nearer their legs began to shake visibly. Their steps faltered. It was
appalling, the requirement that was being placed upon them. Tightly the
girls clasped hands, WendyÕs right in LauraÕs left, their fingers becoming
deathly white with the strain of their embrace.
Naked, the men behind the two girls eased themselves back onto the
pillows. Frankly Song Li reached for SamuelÕs balls. With her small hand
she cupped him. He overspilled her, his testicles were so large. Gently
she weighed the sac in her hand.
ÒMmmm. You are full and ready,Ó Song Li said. Diane, following Song
LiÕs lead, put a hand to both Brad and TedÕs balls. She balanced their big
sacs in her hands. Lightly she squeezed them.
ÒYum! So much,Ó Diane smiled.
ÒThey seem to be producing more these days,Ó Song Li said to Diane.
She grinned. ÒNext week I am going to put them up for sale at the slave
market.Ó
ÒWhat?Ó Ted gasped. He looked up. He had just been reaching for his
tea cup as Diane held him, lifting it to his lips, but now he went from a
position of lying back against the mounded pillows to sitting straight up.
Brad, drinking from his own cup, spilled some on his chest.
ÒOw!Ó Brad cried. Diane looked startled, thinking her squeezing had
caused his pain. But it was only the tea. Brad wiped it away with his
hand. Then he licked his hand and, putting saliva on it, he rubbed it against
his chest. Sympathetically Diane crawled forward and removed his hand.
She kissed him where the tea had spilled.
ÒYes,Ó Song Li laughed, still holding Samuel but looking at Ted.
ÒDonÕt worry. It will only be a rental sale, not a permanent sale. There is
a private market in a particular womanÕs living room. She lives across
town. I think she started hosting Tupperware parties some years ago and
eventually they became lingerie parties.Ó Song Li gave Samuel a squeeze.
He gasped. He was already roiling from what heÕd done to himself with his
hand. Her attention made his condition worse. He was in danger of soiling
the pillows and making himself unworthy. Song Li, feeling a sudden spasm
in him, placed a finger over his pee hole. Then she said, to Ted, ÒOne day
the womanÕs husband came home early. From work. The ladies decided to
sell him. For fun, you know? So now she hosts a regular sale, each week.
IÕm going to take you there, you and Brad. How proud IÕll feel seeing you up
on the womanÕs little stage, proudly displaying yourselves!Ó
Ted blushed. He was totally naked but his mind was not on his
present condition. It was on the future, seeing himself surrounded by
women. ÒDo they want companionship?Ó Ted asked. His voice was
awkward.
ÒNo,Ó Song Li smiled. ÒNo, Ted, they donÕt. They will care nothing
for you, for yourself, I mean. They will simply be interested in what you
have between your legs. And your overall appearance, of course, of which
IÕm sure they will have no argument. But your cock will receive extreme
attention, and your balls too. And surely your ass as well, since itÕs so
small and cute. But mainly they will be paying attention to your big cock.
One woman IÕve heard owns a vise. She likes to put a man in it and see
how much pressure he can take. Another has a small bakery, for women
only. Whenever someone comes in and buys a cake, she asks the customer
if she would like her cake sliced. Perhaps you would like working there,
hmmm? You would use your penis to cut the cake. The customers donÕt
mind if it gets mashed a little. But you mustnÕt sperm the cake. That is
forbidden. No matter how long it has been since youÕve had sex you must
keep yourself pure. Your cock erect, your sperm in your balls. Then there
is another woman who owns a doughnut shop. With her the requirements
are the exact opposite: almost all the customers who visit want cream in
their eclairs, which is what they usually buy, real cream I mean, from a
man. You will need to inject yourself, regularly, into the soft dough, and
spurt. It will of course be warm from the oven.Ó
ÒThe eclair?Ó Brad asked. He looked intrigued.
ÒYes,Ó Song Li said. ÒSpurt and spurt all day, thatÕs what youÕll be
doing, if the woman with the doughnut shop buys you. And there is another
woman who has a little coffee shop.Ó
ÒDonÕt tell me. Her customers want cream in their coffee,Ó Ted
sighed. Suddenly he jerked. Diane, squishing his balls with her hand, had
squeezed to the point of pain.
ÒSorry,Ó Diane murmured.
ÒAre you making this up?Ó Brad, gazing at Song Li, asked.
ÒNo of course not,Ó Song Li replied. ÒAnd I still havenÕt told you
about the woman who owns a shop that sells whips. Of course one mustnÕt
buy a whip without giving it a slash or two, to see if itÕs properly crafted
and balanced.Ó
ÒAnd if we were sold to her?Ó Ted asked, anxiously. BradÕs face
showed a sudden nervous concern.
ÒYou would of course serve as her whipping post, in her small shop
down by the beach. Whip, whip, whip, all day long, on your big, stiff
desperate cock. There you would get no sex whatever because, to be
properly offered, you must of course be endlessly rock hard. Of course
sheÕll give you some over-the-counter anesthetic to help with the pain. At
night, I hear, she spends hours soothing her poor injured man with vaseline
and warm oils. But even then she doesnÕt let him cum, or punishes him if
he does, because bright and early the next morning he must be up and ready
for work!Ó Song Li laughed. Diane laughed too, both of them holding the
men by their balls.
By now the girls had reached the toilets. Still holding hands, they
each tentatively reached out with their other hand. Their fingers grazed
the tops of the cocks. They were bone dry and hard. Laura looked fearfully
at Wendy; the brunetteÕs fright was reflected in the blondeÕs eyes.
ÒWe- We cannot sit on these,Ó Laura said at last, turning and looking
back over her shoulder. She caught Song LiÕs eye, still holding Samuel by
his family jewels.
ÒOh, the girls have something,Ó Song Li said to Diane. The blonde
woman looked up from BradÕs chest.
ÒOh yes,Ó Diane murmured. She got up. She tossed back her hair.
Brad looked suddenly dejected, his big cock sticking up but no one
caressing it now, not even the light soft touch of DianeÕs blonde muff
grazing atop it as she seductively kissed his chest. Brad watched the
woman walk over to the girls. She kissed each of them lightly on their
faces, on their cheeks, one kiss for each girl. Then she gently put her
hands on their shoulders. She guided them away from the toilets. She
took them over to a pair of surgical gloves hanging down from a board.
The board was horizontal and the gloves, suspended in the air, about the
height of a standing personÕs knees, were filled with some kind of fluid.
They looked like bladders, hanging there beneath the board, swollen full
like the menÕs balls. The two teens stared at them with puzzlement in
their eyes, replacing the fear and shock their faces had shown as theyÕd
looked at the toilets with their big cocks.
ÒWeÕre going to play a game,Ó Diane said to the girls. She drew them
closer together with her hands. She made them stand so close that their
hips and shoulders, already close, bumped together. She kissed each of
them again on the face, making them turn their heads so she could kiss
them. The girls lips grazed each other as they turned their heads to be
kissed by Diane; on the way back, turning their heads to look forward
again, their lips touched. They kissed, briefly. Perhaps it was inspired by
DianeÕs kiss or perhaps it was meant just to console each other, like two
athletes shaking hands before a match. Diane smiled. She drew the girls
apart, so that their hips were about a foot away from each other. Then she
stepped away from them. She picked up a pin. It was lying on a stool that
stood near the hanging gloves.
ÒWhat -what are these?Ó Wendy asked. Holding LauraÕs hand, she
looked at the gloves. Each one was upside down. Its fingers hung down
like cows udders, swollen and full and pendently dangling. At the top of
each glove, which was to say at the place where it would have slipped
over a wrist, the glove was tied off. But pushed into this tied-off portion
was a small hose. It ran up past the board, up into the air. A large hutch
stood on the floor, behind the stool. Atop the hutch stood two aluminum
bottles. There was one bottle for each glove, a hose running down from
each bottle to a glove.
ÒThey are surgical gloves,Ó Diane answered. ÒAnd in a moment IÕm
going to pierce each of them with this pin. IÕm going to put a small hole in
the end of each of the fingers.Ó
ÒOh,Ó Wendy said. Her puzzlement increased. Below the hanging
gloves, on the floor, were two large basins. They were pan-shaped, broad
and shallow, but big enough to hold quite a lot of anything that might be
put into them. At the moment they were empty. Wendy, growing even
more curious, saw that there was one pan under each glove. And around
these two pans, mounded high, were pillows. They formed a kind of broad
ledge.Ó
ÒI know! It is for practising,Ó Laura blurted.
ÒOh? You have guessed?Ó Diane asked.
ÒYes! It is for milking, like for learning to milk a cow,Ó Laura said.
She seemed impressed with herself. She smiled at Wendy. ÒI worked on a
farm once, one summer,Ó she said. ÒWhen I was 12. You have to sit down,
and then you put your hands under the cow and you gently coax out its
milk.Ó She looked at Diane. ÒDo you own a farm somewhere?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Diane smiled. ÒAnd you girls will not be sitting down. You
will be kneeling.Ó
ÒKneeling?Ó Wendy asked. The thought of pretending to milk a cow
had sounded fun to her, and the mounded pillows looked much softer to sit
on than the toilet cocks did! She imagined herself teasing the men as she
manipulated the gloves with her hands, her naked breasts hanging down as
she leaned in. Her tits would hang fat and full like the swollen bladder-
like gloves.
ÒOh, let us milk them. Please?Ó Laura blurted. The thought of
sitting bare-bottomed on the soft pillows and getting milk all over her
hands sounded fun. She would be 12 again, in the small quiet barn with the
sun just coming up, the hay fresh in the cowÕs stalls.
ÒYes! We want to milk them!Ó Wendy enthused. She squeezed LauraÕs
hand. With luck, the toilets with their cocks would be forgotten as the
girls played milk-maid. The men would grow so enamored that they would
fuck them, fuck them hard, properly the way it should be done in their
cunts, and then all would be well and they would go home, leaving the
terrible toilets behind.
ÒNo,Ó Diane said. ÒI have not brought you two over here to show you
some quaint novelty. You will kneel on the pillows, not sit on them, and
you will suck with your mouths, not tamely work the gloves with your
handsÓ
ÒOh,Ó Laura said.
ÒNow get down, both of you,Ó Diane ordered. ÒKneel on the pillows
and put your hands down in the basins. One glove for each of you. When I
pierce the fingers of the glove milk will begin to spurt out.Ó
ÒMilk?Ó Wendy asked.
ÒYes,Ó Diane answered. ÒThose are milk bottles sitting up on top of
my hutch. Dairy-type milk bottles, the kind that are hauled around in a
milk truck. DonÕt worry. The milk is fresh. I had it delivered just before
you arrived.Ó
ÒWhat is she saying?Ó Brad, overhearing a little as he lounged on the
pillows, asked Ted.
ÒI donÕt know,Ó Ted answered. He drank his tea, finishing the cup.
ÒItÕs some kind of a game sheÕs thought up for the girls.Ó Ted looked
hopefully at Song Li. She was absorbing all his attention again. He longed
to fuck her. If only she would take her hand off SamuelÕs balls...
ÒWell, IÕm going to go see,Ó Brad said. He got up. He rubbed his
chest again, where the tea had burned him, and walked across the room.
His cock waggled in front of him. It felt like a tuning fork sticking out
from him, anxiously sensing water. As he arrived beside the two teens
they were just kneeling down. He gazed at their asses. They looked like
two lovely ripe peaches, bare and perfect, LauraÕs with a bright red line
across its perfection where Song Li had hit her. The girls reared at him,
unintentionally. They laughed as they put their hands down in the pans and
their mouths under the gloves.
ÒThis is called Ôthe puddle gameÕ,Ó Diane told the girls. ÒYour job is
to keep your puddle, in the bottom of your basin, as small as possible. The
game wonÕt end until those two aluminum bottles up on top of the hutch
are empty. Then I will compare the size of your puddles. Whoever has the
biggest puddle loses.Ó
ÒOh my,Ó Laura sighed.
ÒSheÕs been I milk maid. I havenÕt,Ó Wendy said. ÒThatÕs no fair.
SheÕll finish before I do.Ó
Diane brushed back her blonde hair. She looked proud, and felt it.
How silly these two teens looked. They were mere children, suddenly
intrigued by a game and arguing over the rules.
ÒIt doesnÕt matter who finishes first,Ó Diane said. ÒThe point is to
have the smallest puddle. You must suck, girls.Ó
Wendy put her lips to one of the fingers of her glove. She stuck out
her tongue. Gently she licked the finger, on its tip.
ÒYes. ThatÕs the idea,Ó Diane said. ÒBut you must get the thing into
your mouth. Suck on the finger and donÕt stop swallowing, ever, until the
glove is empty and the bottle feeding it is empty too. Then you will win!Ó
ÒOh,Ó Laura said. Wendy said something too but she had let the
finger enter her mouth and her lips were holding it. Ted licked his lips as
he gazed at each of the girls, innocently offering her bottom to him, their
backs sloping down and away and giving him such an intimate look at their
upjutting asses that he even caught a glimpse of the girlsÕ sweet little
back-holes. For the girlsÕ legs were spread, at DianeÕs command, to help
them balance on the pillows. This, combined with the girlsÕ head-down
posture, left their bare bottoms cleaved and open, offering a view of the
interiors of them. Brad urged forward his hips. His cock dripped. Wendy
felt a drop hit her wide-open ass crack and shouted.
ÒHey!Ó Wendy cried. The gloveÕs finger popped out of her mouth.
ÒDonÕt worry. ItÕs only Brad,Ó Diane said.
ÒHe dripped on me! In my ass!Ó Wendy complained. Laura laughed.
Diane bent down and took LauraÕs glove. Wendy turned her head. She could
not see Brad, owing to her hair hanging down, but she stuck her tongue out
anyway, hoping Brad might see it. Then, as both girls watched, Diane put
the pin she was holding to the little finger on LauraÕs glove. She pierced
it.
Milk, fed by gravity into LauraÕs glove from the aluminum bottle on
top of the hutch, spurted from the gloveÕs little finger.
ÒYeeek!Ó Laura shouted. The milk splashed into the pan, where both
her hands were resting.
ÒWait. I must do the other fingers,Ó Diane told Laura, as the girl
urged her mouth toward the glove so as not to lose all the milk to the pan.
With a smile Diane pricked the other fingers. Laura became confused. All
the fingers were spurting now. Which one should she suck from? Milk
spurted into LauraÕs face. It forced her to close her eyes. Nonetheless
Laura pushed her face up and, by chance, took the gloveÕs middle finger in
her mouth. As the other gloves on the finger spurted furiously, Laura
worked the middle digit. Brad, going to the right of the girl, watched with
admiration as Laura struggled to swallow as much as she could. The
surplus burbled up from her lips and ran down her neck. It was a white
paradise; the scene was enough to make Brad want to spurt himself all
over the girls.
Meanwhile Wendy was having her glove pierced. As soon as Diane
finished, letting the glove swing free from her hand, Wendy tried grabbing
it with her mouth. In her posture, bent over with her ass high, she
couldnÕt lift her hands up from the pan. So she chased the glove with her
mouth, finally catching it, as it continued to spurt sprinkler-like even
after sheÕd drawn the gloveÕs pointing finger into her mouth.
With a smile Diane looked at Brad. ÒNow we must oil their asses,Ó
Diane said to the man. ÒThereÕs some oil in the hutch. Get it.Ó
Eagerly Brad stepped past the stool and went to the hutch. He opened
it, as the girls drank from the hoses running down from the bottles atop it.
Careful not to knock away the hoses, Brad reached into the hutch. He saw
a bottle of oil and took it out. Then he closed the hutchÕs glassed-in front
doors. How odd, he thought, that a piece of furniture made for holding and
displaying dishes should instead hold bottom oil.
ÒSo what is this game called?Ó Brad asked Diane. He stepped past
the stool again and offered her the oil.
ÒItÕs called Ôthe puddle gameÕÓ Diane said. She took the oil from him.
She flipped open the top. ÒEach girl must swallow as much as she can.
Meanwhile, IÕm going to attend to their asses.Ó Diane put a hand on
WendyÕs behind. The girl jerked. Still sucking ardently from the glove,
she suddenly felt something jabbed into her anus.
ÒHey!Ó Wendy cried. Diane gripped the bottle of oil, now poised
above and within WendyÕs behind. She squeezed it. ÒYooooch!Ó Wendy
cried, feeling a spurt of oil shoot into her bottom. The blonde tried to get
up. But it was nearly impossible, for she was bent way over and would not
be able to rise again without assistance.
ÒBe still!Ó Diane said. She slapped WendyÕs bottom. The blonde gave
another cry. Her glove swung to and fro, all five of the fingers spurting.
Meanwhile Laura kept faithfully sucking, ignoring her friend. Brad admired
the girl. She was truly into the spirit of it, not yelling at all when she
felt Diane jab her with the bottle in her behind. There was a jerk,
involuntary no doubt, and then a tight-squeezing as the girl felt the oil
impelled into her. But all the while she kept sucking, a true milk-maid,
and Brad longed to have his penis where the gloveÕs middle finger was.
Song Li walked over to the event, holding both Ted and Samuel by
their hands. The menÕs cocks jutted forth, stiff and eager.
ÒDiane, you naughty thing. What are you up to?Ó Song Li asked the
blonde.
ÒIÕm teaching the girls how to suck,Ó Diane smiled. ÒAnd meanwhile
IÕm oiling their pretty behinds for their sit on the toilets.Ó
ÒMmmm. Very good,Ó Song Li said. ÒI will go and put oil on the
cocks in the toilets. Do you have just that one bottle or--Ó
ÒNo. ThereÕs more in the hutch,Ó Brad said.
ÒOh yes,Ó Song Li said, turning. She saw what Brad had seen only
moments earlier -- an array of vials and lubricants, displayed much in the
same fashion as more conventional items might be.
ÒWhat a lovely hutch for your dishes,Ó Song Li said to Diane.
ÒI know,Ó Diane answered. She squirted more oil into Wendy, who
had meanwhile begun sucking again from her glove. The new spurt caused
the girl to shout again. Once more her glove swung free.
ÒShe is still new and wholly untrained,Ó Song Li said, glancing at the
blonde as she walked to the hutch.
ÒYes,Ó Diane agreed.
ÒI want her to sit extra hard on the toilet cock,Ó Song Li told Diane.
ÒAnd I hope her belly is quite full from all the milk youÕre insisting she
drink. What pressure there will be inside of her, full of milk and with a
cock up her ass!Ó
ÒAnd yet unsatisfied, because her cunt will be left free of anything,Ó
Diane said. Song Li opened the hutch.
ÒYou are a true sadist,Ó Song Li said. She picked a bottle of pink oil.
She drew it out, then gently closed the glass doors of the hutch so as not
to disturb the hoses.
ÒI know. IÕm wicked,Ó Diane said. She went again to Laura. She
placed a hand on the girlÕs uplifted bottom and the girl jerked anew.
ÒHold still,Ó Diane said to the brunette. She shoved the tip of the
bottle into the girlÕs ass. Again Brad watched the brunetteÕs cheeks
tighten, hoping to expel the intruder. But instead she was rewarded with
yet more oil, fired into her bottom to join what had already been put
within.
ÒOil them good,Ó Song Li told Diane. ÒAnd then we will fuck while
they damage themselves on the stools.Ó
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