ÒThis is for your penis,Ó Joyce said to Ben. He stared at her. His
cock was huge and hard and he watched with surprised eyes. He looked at
himself throbbing within the guillotine. All of it, his entire beautiful ten
inch cock, would be lopped off forever if the blade swished down.
Hollis, meanwhile, was still over the brazier, getting his penis
cooked...
SINS OF THE FLESH
Chapter Two
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Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Private Places
Chapter One
It was the thought of my mother discovering me that made me speak
up. ÒOkay,Ó I said, whispering, but I didnÕt move. Barbi seemed to
understand.
ÒYouÕll have fun,Ó she said simply. Then, ÒThis will only take a
moment,Ó she added. She pulled the handcuffs from her bikini, nearly
tearing the drawstrings off, they were so fragile, and she lifted my arms
and positioned them wrist-on-wrist in the small of my back. Then she
placed the handcuffs on me and snapped them shut. ÒBy the way, I donÕt
have the key,Ó she said. I felt a tremor of fear then. I would at least have
to go wherever sheÕd come from now, even if I chose to go home, in order
to get the handcuffs off! I could just see myself walking up to my mother,
naked as a jaybird, with my hands cuffed behind me, unopenable, saying,
ÒHi mom, guess what? The family name is now naked and handcuffed (and
a little wet too, I might add, right where it counted).Ó
So when Barbi put a hand to my bare shoulder and told me to get up I
did it unhesitatingly. I needed these cuffs off, sooner or later, if I was
going to get back upstairs before mom discovered me missing.
ÒDo you want your bikini?Ó Barbi asked, still smiling, still carefree,
as we stood and made to walk up the beach.
ÒNo,Ó I replied. Twice before IÕd left it there. Yesterday my mother
had found my bra, not knowing it was mine. ÒA younger girl mustÕve worn
this,Ó she said, for big as my breasts were they werenÕt womenÕs breasts,
they were still the breasts of a girl. And sheÕd wondered if she should
call the police and report the Ôincident,Õ as she called it. ÒA girl might be
missing,Ó sheÕd speculated. SheÕd kept my bra as evidence, not knowing it
was mine. The day before IÕd watched from my window as a man, jogging
along the beach, had found my panties. HeÕd picked them up, examined
them, and then actually sniffed them! Then heÕd glanced around, guiltily,
and stuffed them into the pocket of his shorts. The funny thing was, heÕd
been so businesslike, so self-absorbed, until heÕd come across my panties
lying ÔforgottenÕ on the beach. So now my third swimsuit lay discarded, in
the soft sand. And this time IÕd be missing too, not just my swimsuit. I
smiled to myself as I imagined my mother going crazy. IÕd peek out from
BarbiÕs house later, perhaps, and watch the beach aswarm with policemen.
Maybe my picture would even be on T.V. I was pretty. Boys, seeing the
broadcast, would long to find me so they could have me for themselves.
Gently Barbi guided me up the beach. She kept her fingers pressed
lightly into the small of my back. I stepped with easy, cautious steps.
The sand was just starting to get hot from the sun. She wore sandals, but
I was barefoot. We did not go back the way IÕd come, but down the beach,
just a little, and up a private stone path into a tropical garden. She led me
on, as I passed flowering plants and tall, graceful palms, into a large
white cement house.
Within it was cool. I gazed about me, still handcuffed, and saw
expensive furniture, and precious things from the beach, glass balls, a
collection of rare shells, seahorses preserved in glass and mounted on the
wall for display.
Barbi took me to the bathroom and brushed the sand off my tummy
and breasts. Like marshmallows, my bosoms quivered under her hands, my
tips hard as coral. She brushed off my flanks and then wet a washcloth at
the sink and passed it between my legs, over my thighs, my tummy, the
tips of my titties. ÒLetÕs go upstairs,Ó she said finally.
Elegant in her bikini, stepping gracefully in her sexy heeled sandals,
she led me up a long staircase to the second floor. We went into a
bedroom. Still handcuffed, she escorted me to bed, where a man waited
for me, tall, with dark hair and a muscular chest. He sat upright, a sheet
drawn up to his waist. A huge spear rose from within the sheet where I
knew his legs met. I gazed at it, awed, open-mouthed.
Barbi settled beside me. She untied her top, reaching behind herself
to get it undone, just like I had on the beach. Then she slipped her panties
down her thighs, finally undoing the drawstrings to get them off without
having to lift her ass up off her heels. Her feet were bare now. SheÕd
kicked off her beach pumps at the bedside.
Barbi leaned forward and took my face in her hands, kissed me
lightly on the mouth. ÒYouÕre so young, so sweet,Ó she complimented me.
Suddenly she had a can of whipped cream, passed to her by master, and she
held it poised over my breasts. ÒMay I?Ó she asked. I looked at the can,
nodded, unknowingly. I squealed as she suddenly squirted a dollop of
cream onto each of my nipples. ÒMaster likes his breakfast properly
prepared,Ó she said. She turned me and urged me forward to her master,
who sat waiting for my body. My bosoms were offered to him and he
sucked each in turn, me wiggling all the while, wanting to break free, yet
mesmerized, and squeaking like a mouse as I felt his powerful lips work
my bosom-tips. Was he a baby, this big man? Did he need me to nurture
him? I didnÕt care. I was grateful for the attention. Not to my grades, but
to my ass, and my tits. I felt a thrill of satisfaction as I thought of mom,
wondering where I was, finding my bikini, as this man sucked on me, for
the first time in my life, and his girlfriend slyly ran her finger down,
down my spine and at last into the curve of my asscrack.
I was helpless. I could do nothing in these handcuffs that held my
arms so firmly behind me. I was utterly His, this manÕs, whoever he was.
Barbi urged herself closer to me and slipped a questing hand over my
tummy, then down between my legs. I shouted (I could not help it) as she
found my love bud and tickled it. I did not resist, merely squirmed happily.
She rubbed me lovingly, enjoying my squirmings. I think she put a hand to
herself too for soon we were both panting with urgent desire. I could feel
her breath on my cheek. Her chin rested on my shoulder, her bosoms
perked and pressed against my small back. Before us masterÕs pecker
loomed large, tempting. I wished I could reach out and touch it. Suddenly
he unfurled the sheet. I gasped as his strong, long cock appeared before
my amazed, virginal eyes. We adjusted ourselves a little and I soon found
myself bent right over, Barbi still controlling all my movements, with my
mouth placed upon his penis. ÒShe is virgin, please come in her mouth,Ó
Barbi told him. SheÕd felt my hymen, exploring me. I sucked upon his
penis, so strange, so new to my girl lips. Barbi kept massaging my twat,
and her own, bringing us together to the point of no return.
Bliss consumed me. I peaked into an unknown orgasm, Barbi humping
me from behind, bringing herself off simultaneously, as her boyfriend
jetted into my mouth. When we were done I sat up again, unbent, in the
bed, Barbi behind me, and her boyfriend, still sitting before us, reached
across to a nightstand and retrieved a key from a drawer. It was small,
gold-colored. He passed it to Barbi and she unlocked my cuffs. Then, after
letting me flex my arms a moment and feel my newly-freed wrists, Barbi
urged me from the bed. Before departing, I leaned forward and gave
ÔmasterÕsÕ prick a final little kiss with my lips. Barbi took me to the
bathroom and we quickly rinsed off in the shower together, gazing at each
other, our eyes lively and bright. Then she took me downstairs, and tied
me into a bikini of her own. It was bigger than mine on the beach. She
walked me home. When we entered we found my mother sitting at the
kitchen table.
ÒOh! ItÕs you!Ó she said, looking up from her coffee. ÒWhat? Were
you out walking on the beach this early?Ó she asked. Then, her words
rapid-fire, ÒWhoÕs your friend?Ó and, finally: ÒWell, IÕm glad to see you
finally have a DECENT bikini on. Those stringy little things you bought at
the gift shop in Rio were absolutely atrocious!Ó
I glanced at Barbi. We shared a smile. ÒMay I go upstairs?Ó I asked
my mom. She asked again who my friend was, but I said nothing, passed
by, Barbi gave her a friendly little wave and accompanied me upstairs.
ÒMay I have my bikini back?Ó Barbi asked when we were in her room,
a conspiratorial smile on her lips. We plopped down onto my bed.
ÒMay I have my virginity back?Ó I asked.
ÒYou were never with a man before, were you?Ó she asked. She had
not taken my virginity, of course. I was just teasing her.
ÒNo, I wasnÕt,Ó I replied. Then, mimicking a cartoon T.V. voice I
added, ÒThanks, I needed that.Ó
Barbi laughed. ÒI figured you did, lying naked on the beach like that!
It was pretty obvious.Ó
ÒCould we...Ó I fumbled for words. ÒI mean, heÕs your boyfriend
but...Ó
Barbi put a finger to my lips. ÒWhenever you wish,Ó she answered.
ÒWeÕre practically best friends now, donÕt you think?Ó
ÒBut I,Ó I answered hedgingly. How could I say I was too shy to just
present myself at their door, half-naked (or more!) asking to be fucked.
ÒIÕll call on you,Ó Barbi said. ÒWithout my boyfriend, of course. I
donÕt think your mother would understand.Ó
ÒNo,Ó I agreed, nodding.
ÒWeÕre having a party tonight,Ó she said. ÒIndoors, in bikinis, of
course. IÕll pick you up and you can wear your naughtiest one and impress
ALL the men, not just my master.Ó
ÒOoohh,Ó I breathed. There was frustration on my face. ÒI donÕt
know, my mother, sheÕs hard to get around.Ó
ÒWell, weÕll just be friends for now then,Ó Barbi said. ÒIÕll come
back this afternoon maybe, here, letÕs exchange numbers.Ó So we wrote
down our phone numbers on my Hello Kitty pad, and, after a bit more
talking, she left, her ass swaying most noticeably and disagreeably before
my motherÕs eyes as she walked out the door.
ÒHmmm, that girl is certainly well-developed for such a young
teen,Ó my mother harumphed over her Mocha Coffee.
ÒSheÕs sixteen, mom,Ó I answered. I wore cutoffs and a t-shirt,
hastily pulled on.
ÒWhy was she carrying that nice bikini of yours?Ó my mother asked.
ÒShe wanted to try it,Ó I lied.
ÒWell, she could definitely use a bigger one herself, you BOTH could.
IÕll have your father take us into town this morning. Are you sure you
donÕt want to go back to wearing a one-piece? I hear theyÕre all the rage
this year.Ó
ÒNo mom, I donÕt,Ó I answered. ÔImagine taking a one-piece off on
the beach!Õ I thought. Not the sexiest thing to wear, or to get in and out
of, on the beach in the morning or in BarbiÕs boyfriendÕs bed.
When Barbi came by that afternoon, I was gone. Guess where I was?
In a swimsuit shop in Montevideo, looking for an ÔappropriateÕ one-piece
with my mom and dad. Even my dad was getting bored with all this,
checking his watch now and then, the one with the clever red snake that
wound its way around the gold watchband. I liked my dadÕs watch, my dad
too, although, of course, he was my father. The watch looked ordinary
enough, but if you looked closely at its gold (plated) band, there was a
very slim red snake that cut its way through the band, all the way around,
with its rattlesnake tail poised upward at the very tip, as if just lifting
to strike. I leaned close to my dad and pulled back his suit and his long
shirtsleeve and studied the snake on his watch. I think I was feeling
Ômen-orientedÕ this morning. He felt me pressing against him but ignored
me. I was just a little girl to him, although he had remarked to my mother
once that I Ôseemed to be getting awfully heavy in the chest.Õ SheÕd
mentioned something about Ôbreast-reduction operations,Õ and how she
wished sheÕd fed me pills as a child to prevent and suppress thelarche. I
can still remember my mom reading from a big white book in the living
room. ÒIf your daughter undergoes puberty prematurely, it is important
not to respond to her according to her physical appearance. Keep treating
her like the little girl she is,Ó she would declare, loudly and with a sense
of definiteness that was almost obsessive. SheÕd add something about the
need to Òkeep giving me hugs,Ó but I sensed that was just thrown in to
alleviate the Hitler-like stance the book took on controlling me. Never
mind that my mom had spent her youth smoking dope, rebelling, and being
courted by men twice her age, even when she was 13 and 14. SheÕd Ôseen
the world,Õ as she coyly put it, and decided, when she was older and no
longer attractive, that I needed to be Ôheld backÕ to keep herself Ôfront and
center,Õ as it were. She didnÕt mention the Ôfront and centerÕ part, but I
added it in, these days, knowing a little more. Plus IÕd been reading
Seventeen lately, and letters printed from other girls, and they clued me
in as to what my mother was really up to. I kept the magazines hidden
from mom. She thought I should still be reading Jack and Jill. ÒDonÕt you
like the nice puzzles, dear?Ó she ask. ÒWhy, this one has Beauty and the
Beast in it. You like Beauty and Beast, donÕt you?Ó
ÒDear, this is taking an awful lot of time,Ó my father said irritably
to my mom, with me pressing against him, surreptitiously feeling his arm,
his torso, with a new sense of awareness. I liked the bigness of him
beside me. I studied his watch less closely now, just enjoying the feel of
him beside me. ÒDonÕt youÕll rumple my suit,Ó he said abruptly, pushing me
away. Mom stood before a rack of one-piece swimsuits, trying to find one
Òwithout all those flashy patterns on it,Ó as she declared.
ÒLook at this one! It actually says ÔBitchinÕ in small letters over the
breast!Ó she exclaimed.
ÒNo one will see it. Buy the damn thing if you like it,Ó dad replied.
ÒI DONÕT like it!Ó she answered. ÒBoys do look at your daughterÕs
chest, dear, donÕt you realize that? What do you think will cross their
minds if they see this word over it?Ó
ÒWell, find one that doesnÕt have that word!Ó he snapped.
ÒIÕm still not satisfied,Ó she replied. ÒLook at this one here! Ôhot
trampÕ it says, and this one, right on the butt it says ÒIÕm yours,Ó with an
arrow shot through a heart!Ó
ÒMom, IÕve quit wearing one-pieces,Ó I answered. I felt sullen. This
was stupid. ÔMy summer vacation, spent in stores looking for swimsuits I
no longer wore.ÕÓ
ÒThe baby swimsuits are down in the next isle!Ó my dad declared. He
stormed out of the store and, at last, my mother followed him, with me in
tow, just as two great-looking dudes came into the store looking for
surfboards. I was forced to leave them behind. They looked at my behind
as I left, making me feel awkward, yet wishing, too, that my mom would
have stayed just a little longer, so I could see if theyÕd have the guts to
come up and talk to me.
The next morning I woke early, wondering if Barbi and her boyfriend
had enjoyed their party. It was still dark. I glanced out my bedroom
window opposite the sea and saw the moon setting, turning bright orange
as it set behind the inland mountains. I slipped into my bikini. I still had
several of them left. IÕd bought more in Rio than mom had realized. I
found the one that said ÔPretty BabyÕ on it. I liked that. It made me feel
small and special, but sexy too. Just like I wanted to. I slipped
downstairs, my feet noiseless as liquid flowing downhill. I crept out the
beach-side door and headed barefoot down for my special communion with
the sand.
I walked along the beach in the darkness. Now and then I glanced
over my shoulder, looking, wondering if the Boogey-Man might be
following me. The sand felt silk-soft under my feet. When I came parallel
to BarbiÕs house I sat down on the sand, and hunched over, drawing my
knees up, feeling the length of my bare arms and legs, and the pillowy
softness of my breasts as my knees indented them. After a minute I
reached back behind myself and untied my bra...
INTERLUDE TO CREATION
by Jav Chuma
Tenderly caressing
Exploring a familiar body
Feelings exploding
As movements become wild
Freely letting inhibitions go
When the fire consumes you
Causing skin to perspire
And breathing gets heavy
Kisses become wet and passionate
Eyes ecstatically close
Nothing seems to matter anymore
Only whatÕs going on right now
If only it could last forever
The feeling of sexual bliss
Taking you away to another place
Where youÕre allowed to be free
To share sensuality with someone special
Satisfying a need that everyone has
But some will deny this side of themselves
We must be open and willing
Allowing imaginations to run wild
Becoming complete lovers
As weÕre supposed to be
AND IN THE END...
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