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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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PRIVATE PLACES
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Chapter One
I had begun the ritual three days ago. ÒFleurette,Ó I would hear my
mom saying, in my mind. ÒDo your homework and go to bed. Quit watching
Letterman!Ó And it would make me angry. I was on vacation, wasnÕt I?
We had school year round in L.A., where I lived, but my dad had taken a
beach house here in South America for the summer. I had come along.
What else could I do? I was just 13, and where my parents went, I went.
Or so it had always been, so far.
Slipping into one of my littlest bikinis, I stole from the house. I
walked down the short stone path to the beach. It was broad, vacant. The
sun was just breaking the surface of the water in the east. Seagulls
called, in the distance. I watched them wheel and dive as I crossed the big
beach to where the tide was just going out. Wet sand squished at last
under my feet, the water washing the shore just a few feet away. In, out,
rhythmically.
I stood on the glistening wet sand all by myself. I tossed my head. I
felt my long blonde hair swish across my upper back. Then, reaching
behind myself, I untied my bra. It sprung open and my eager breasts
popped out, quivering, my nipples deliciously stiff. I wanted to rub
myself, knew I mustnÕt. With trembling hands I pushed down my bikini
panties. I felt the cool sea breeze against my blonde thatch.
My bra dangled from my neck, like a bib, my boobies wiggling with
the bra cups, useless now, flapping against them. I undid my bra at my
neck and let go of it with tweezer-like fingers, delicately, watching as
the light wind caught it and carried it away. It hit the beach where the
sand was soft and almost dry.
I reached down to the panties that hung from my thighs. Again I felt
the need to tickle my cunny, but I passed my hands on down to my half-
lowered panties. With careful fingers I undid the drawstrings. I lofted
the my panties into the air and watched them sail neatly to within a few
feet of my bra.
Then, worshipfully, I lay down on the wet sand. I pressed my breasts
into it. They were big for my age, they indented the sand deeply, two
magnificent scoops of white ice cream tumbling down into the wet sand
and making depressions there. I scooted forward a little to press them
even deeper. I snuggled into the sand, feeling its wetness. I humped it
briefly with my muff, wishing I had a penis to spear it with, but having
only my little lovelips. My clitty could not compete with the big balls and
penis of a male who I wished might lie down beside me. I did not know
who I wanted. A boy from my school in L.A. perhaps, or my science
teacher, or some stranger maybe, like the man IÕd seen at the airport,
guarding us as we deplaned.
I opened my thighs. Murmuring to myself I lay upon the sand,
waiting, hoping someone might find me. Poseidon perhaps, or some other
mighty Trident-bearing god. He would see a sweet maiden lying in the and
and come to her rescue. She would not do any more homework. She would
watch Letterman all night if she wished.
Lying on the beach, I kissed the sand with my lips. Ick. I got sand on
my mouth. I brushed it from my lips and lay quietly again, waiting, letting
the sun caress my bare white hiney. I would get an all over tan, perhaps,
if I came down here enough mornings. Then, one day, IÕd boldly arrange for
mom to see my bottom, and she would gasp at how tanned it was, just like
the rest of me. What? Had I been to a nudist colony? When? How? I
giggled. Then, with my eyelashes fluttering closed, I tried to sleep and
wait for some rescuer to find me. There could be no fault on my part if I
fell asleep, could there? I mean, certainly, IÕd chosen to come down here,
but I was just a silly little girl. If I fell asleep, though, that would be
entirely out of my hands. Ummmmmm, I thought to myself. Sleep, sleep,
dream of sheep.
ÒHi!Ó Rats. Somebody was interrupting my sleep. Yikes! That meant
somebody was HERE! IÕd not fallen asleep, actually, just dozed and let my
mind wander. Now I opened my eyes and looked up with embarrassment.
ÒIÕm Barbi,Ó a sweet, female voice said. I let my eyes meet hers. She was
a few years older than me, sixteen perhaps. A fellow traveller? My blush
faded a bit. It wasnÕt too bad, just a girl like me. Blonde, blue-eyed. With
the brightest, sweetest smile youÕd ever want to see. I felt a sudden
surge to BE her, not just look at her. And she wore a little bikini, like IÕd
had on, until IÕd taken it off. Her breasts were big, too big, like mine.
They trembled within bra cups that were soft and flimsy, and small. I let
my eyes travel down over her smooth, slightly outcurved belly, with its
dimpled navel, and down, down to her (at last) bikini bottom. It was
daringly teensy. I thought I spotted a wisp or two of her pubic hair curling
out the top of it, there was so little fabric to the thing. Along one of the
frail ties of her undies I saw a pair of steel handcuffs. I gasped. They
were casually slung over the drawstring, pulling down on it a little, due to
their weight, and the flimsiness of her panties. Barbi tossed her hair back
from her eyes and knelt down beside me.
ÒDid you wash up on the beach?Ó she asked me brightly.
ÒNo, I didnÕt wash up on the beach,Ó I answered. My voice was
muffled by the pressing of my cheek into the sand.
ÒI know,Ó she grinned. ÒFor three days my master has watched you
come down here and strip, and lie in the sand. He wanted you, but he didnÕt
want me to be jealous. Finally, this morning, waking up and finding him
watching you, I told him it would be okay. IÕd fetch you, if you liked, and
you could come over and play with us.Ó
I looked up at her. The word ÔmasterÕ ricocheted inside my head.
SheÕd said it so casually, so normally, and I suspected she didnÕt even
know sheÕd said it. There was just a man in her life who was her master,
whom she served, and that was that. I shivered upon the sand. I felt like a
jellyfish or a starfish about to be picked up by a passing tourist.
Barbi put a hand on my bottom. ÒMaster loves your ass,Ó she said.
She pressed a fingertip into my dimples, each of them, as if she were
testing it. Then, more daringly, she put two fingers on either side of my
hiney cheeks and prised them open, letting the sea breeze enter me more
deeply, more fully.
I know youÕd think, WHAT?! You lay on the beach and let some girl,
older than you, prise open your asscheeks and bare your hole? Well, it was
strange, but I felt captive. I felt, ÔThis isnÕt me, IÕm not responsible. IÕm
just a little seashell, all pink inside, and IÕm incapable of resisting.Õ
And then a thought shot through me that frightened me. My mother,
leaning over the balcony of our rented beach house, calling out to me.
ÒFlurry!Ó (thatÕs what everyone called me.) ÒWhat are you doing?! Come
up here this minute!Ó And IÕd be scolded severely for lying naked on the
beach, where anyone could see me. Or steal me. IÕd be berated for days for
besmirching the family name (which, being ÔGrines,Õ wasnÕt particularly
my favorite sort of family name, but was one that sheÕd chosen to take
and, consequently, had vowed to defend to her dying breath.) And who was
the little squirt who was the only person in her life who could besmirch
the glorious surname of ÔGrines?Õ Why little me, of course, 13-year-old
Flurry, with my naked little ass, lying on the beach.
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. I dropped it noiselessly on
the sand beside me. I leaned back and counted stars awhile, waiting for
sun to come up, feeling my tits rise and fall with my breath. Later, I undid
the ties of my drawers, but I remained sitting still, with my bikini still
on until I should get up. I hoped the Boogey-Man didnÕt appear suddenly,
for I might wish to retain my panties, and having to rise suddenly, I
wouldnÕt have the time. HeÕd see my nakedness, not just my breasts but
my pussy.
A figure dropped beside me in the sand. I started, was about to jump
up, then suddenly realized it was BarbiÕs boyfriend. He was bare except
for a little pair of Speedos.
ÒDo you swim in the morning?Ó he asked. He glanced at me. He was
much bigger than me. His eyes flashed.
ÒNot usually,Ó I answered. ÒI donÕt want to get wet.Ó
ÒWhat happened to your bra?Ó he asked.
ÒI took it off.Ó
ÒBecause?Ó
ÒI donÕt know. I just felt like it.Ó
ÒYouÕre right underneath my bedroom window this morning.Ó
ÒYeah, IÕm so modest,Ó I replied.
ÒYou are,Ó he answered. He put a hand on my shoulder, then ran it
down my back. He brushed my swim panties, making them fall off my
bottom like a leaf whose time was due to fall from the tree. ÒI wouldnÕt
like you if you werenÕt modest. ThereÕs nothing wrong with taking a
morning swim in the nude.Ó
ÒProvided youÕre 45,Ó I answered. That would be my momÕs opinion,
anyway. She was 45. Suddenly I sprang up and grabbed some sand. It was
still moist from the outdrawing sea. I lifted a clingy chunk of it and
plopped it right into the front of BarbiÕs boyfriendÕs Speedos. ÒThere you
go, sir,Ó I teased. ÒNow see how modest I am!Ó I felt the lissome
nakedness of my body as I knelt between his legs, my panties gone now,
abandoned on the beach with my bra. His cock stood up suddenly within his
trunks, straining them, and the sand made him look even more stunningly
endowed than he actually was, his big balls hanging down, protruding into
the front of the suit, his penis, snake-like, pushing against the fabric,
threatening to tear it. ÒThere! How comfortable does that feel?Ó I asked.
ÒYour dick all covered with sand!Ó I laughed. His laugh joined mine. He
rose up, taking me with him, and suddenly I found myself holding hands
with him, walking toward the waves, with the first rays of dawn just
rising over the horizon.
ÒIÕm obviously going to have to rinse out my suit,Ó he said. ÒAnd,
since you put the sand in, you can scoop it back out, and make sure itÕs all
off my cock too, since, as you said, itÕs not the most comfortable way for
a man to enjoy his morning swim.Ó
ÒWhat if I donÕt want to?Ó I tested him, though I let him hold my
hand, and squeezed his a little too, as if to make sure he didnÕt let go.
ÒOh, youÕll want to,Ó he said, gazing down at me suddenly, his eyes
hot. I felt my wiggly seat behind me, all naked and defenseless, and a
thrill ran up my spine that he might bend me over in the waves and punish
me with his big hands, slapping my bottom, making me cry out, perhaps so
mom could hear me! But we kept walking, quietly, as the water rose up to
my pussy, then to my tummy, to his loins, and finally we settled into the
gentle morning waves and he drew my small hands to his Speedos and
made me investigate within. I pulled out the sand, enjoying myself. I
teased him that there was a snake in his trunks and pulled out his long
penis.
ÒDonÕt mention snakes,Ó he said to me, absently, as if heÕd warned
other girls of the same thing, and was used to doing it.
ÒWhy not?Ó I asked. ÒThe snake brought Eve the apple.Ó
ÒItÕs a personal thing,Ó he said.
ÒMmmm,Ó I felt the length of his penis and had a sudden urge to feel
it snaking up within me, right up to my belly, but I was scared, so scared
to ask. Instead I just let my hands run over it, up and down its important
length, I touched the knob as if it were a jewel atop a sceptre, with the
pee hole the most fabulous part of all. ÒWhat will you do if I go home this
morning and tell mommie that you abused me?Ó
He laughed. It was high pitched and eery at first, then it slowly
deepened, frightening me, until it was low and very somber. He took me by
my small shoulders and kissed me with a sudden passion. ÒYou neednÕt
worry about that,Ó he answered at last. ÒThe police work for me here. I
pay them better than the government does. Protecting me is their main
job. Their police work is just, shall we say, Ômoonlighting.ÕÓ
I looked at him for a long time as the sun rose in the distance,
lighting the sky. ÒDo you fear nothing?Ó I asked at last. He gazed at me
with clear eyes, seemingly feeling free with me like he couldnÕt with any
woman. I was just a girl, after all. Even he was biased. I meant nothing,
except for my body, and my cute expressions. He could speak freely with
me.
ÒYes,Ó he said. ÒThere is a rival gang. Once I thought IÕd wiped it
out completely, and not too long ago, at that. I had to rescue Barbi from
its clutches. ItÕs run by a woman with an odd name, Miss Tuppence. YouÕve
never heard of her, of course. But she had an ally, one I wasnÕt aware of at
the time, and now theyÕve very much come to her rescue. TheyÕve come
after me, and I must be careful. TheyÕre old enemies, from long ago. I
worked for them once, but, in theyÕre mind, I betrayed them. ItÕs nothing
like that, really. They screwed me and I left. But, ever since, theyÕve been
after me. And now they truly do want me dead, after years of letting the
matter rest. Ms. Tuppence has enlisted them to wipe me out, and theyÕre
very good at that sort of thing, if they really put their mind to it. Their
people wear gold watches with a snake etched into the watch band. If you
ever see anyone walking around with a watch like that, let me know.
Probably, even if you were standing next to such a person, you wouldnÕt
notice the snake if you looked at their watch band. But sometimes, if the
light catches it just right, or you look really closely, youÕll see the snake.
So I mention that to you. Beware of that, since weÕre seeing each other
now. Let me know if such a person ever comes into your life.Ó
My tummy felt odd and cold. I shivered in the water, my eyes big as
fishesÕ eyes. He kissed me again, not noticing my fright, or mistaking it
for the apprehension of a virgin. At last he rose, his cock huge in the
morning sun. He yanked up his shorts. ÒCome,Ó he said, taking my hand. ÒI
must leave before the sun grows too bright.Ó I noticed that his skin was
fairly white, with perhaps just the lightest tan, and that perhaps from
some special tanning booth, not the sun. He drew me from the waves. I
gripped his hand tightly, afraid to let go, afraid not to. Now I knew why
my father had rented this beach house for the summer in Montevideo. He
was an expert marksman, though he rarely displayed his skill, and
persistently avoided talking or boasting about it. Was he here to kill my
newfound lover? My father, versus BarbiÕs boyfriend? I felt wet and cold
and shivery. I could not betray my father to this man who walked beside
me. I could feel his hand upon mine, gripping me with a steel-like
strength that spoke volumes about his powers, his abilities, his
fearlessness and his heartlessness. Barbi had mentioned, briefly,
something about him being connected to drugs. I glanced up. He walked
tall, boldly, his eyes gazing ahead, lost in thought on something I knew
nothing about. Yes. That would be him. Above most men and definitely
above the law. He would kill my own father without a second thought, and
fuck me afterwards for good measure. Yet, I loved him, his strength, and
our intimacy. And my father, I knew, was here to kill him.
What could I do? I reached the place where my swimsuit lay and he
insisted on picking it up, tying it back onto me, though I resisted. ÒWould
you like to come up to the house?Ó he asked. His cock was hard, heavy in
his trunks. ÒNo...yes,Ó I said at last.
Impulsively he turned me around. He straightened the seat of my
panties even as he said, ÒIf we go up to the house IÕm going to bend you
right over and fuck you up your small, sweet ass.Ó I felt my derriere
quiver, my back, my thighs. I knew what must be done. I must give myself
to this man, run away with him, and hope my father never caught me, never
found me. I would urge him to leave this place, Montevideo, where he
thought he was so safe because heÕd paid off the police. I couldnÕt tell him
everything, of course, but IÕd whine and complain about the weather (or
something) until we went away together, far from my stalking father, who
intended to track him down and kill him.
ÒOkay,Ó I said at last. My voice was quiet, mouse-like, in the still
morning air on this windless beach, where the wind had not risen up with
the sun this day, but had lain quiet, as if tensed, waiting for an
approaching storm.
Master cast his eyes toward the sea. Ah, I loved the sudden
intrusion of that word into my vocabulary. ÔMaster,Õ just what Barbi
delighted in calling him. ÒThere could be rain this morning,Ó he said,
studying the clouds. ÒWill your mother miss you for an hour or so if you
spend the time in my bedroom?Ó
ÒNo,Ó I answered, trance-like. I thought I felt a drop of water hit my
shoulder. Another, seconds later, touched down upon my breast. Rain. It
would drizzle down this morning, keeping people under their bedcovers.
ÒSheÕll stay in bed and my father will fuck her,Ó I said easily.
ÒThen we must not be outdone,Ó he replied. He took me round the
waist and we walked together up the beach to his house. We showered off
under a little shower outdoors, delighting in the too-cool spray,
discarding our swimsuits so the water could clean us completely of the
oceanÕs salt and sand. Then we stalked upstairs, not wanting to be heard.
He said there were other females in the house, though Barbi, as always,
slept with him now, in his bed. I affrighted a little at the thought of other
girls being present, but it made sense, I decided finally. He was too
beautiful, too powerful, to limit himself to just one. Or two, for that
matter, Barbi or me. I felt selfish and wanted him all to myself, but knew
it couldnÕt be so.
ÒIÕm going to just test you a little in behind,Ó he said, calmly, cooly,
as we reached his bedroom. Our entrance awoke Barbi and, seeing me, her
eyes danced. ÒI donÕt want to take your virginity, not yet, anyway. IÕll let
you keep that awhile, til youÕre sure, you know. Sure that you want to give
it to me.Ó I admired his discretion. ÒLetÕs see how your ass is, though. I
wonÕt force it. We have perhaps an hour, hmmm? WeÕll take the time
easily, slowly, and see how far up I can get inside you. The last thing I
need is a girl with a bleeding anus. If I canÕt get too far in, itÕs okay, but
IÕll try for an hour, just pushing, slowly, back and forth, seeing...you
know?Ó he spoke like a doctor, all the while caressing me, moving me
slowly onto the bed, and at last bending me over on it, my knees upon the
sheets and my face pressed down into a pillow. He arched up behind me
and let Barbi, who was fully awake now, get vaseline and lube up both our
parts, his penis and my hole. Him to spear, me to receive. I felt an
enormous pressure then, playful at first, then more urgent, against my
nether hole. I had no intention of ever going home, but I didnÕt want to be
hurt. I let him think he must take me slowly, so as to be able to send me
home afterward without my mom or dad noticing anything.
Agonizingly, broaching my fear even as me made me more afraid,
Master pushed his huge boytoy penis against my dimpled anus. I received,
feeling his peehole finally get inside, then more of his knobbed plum, and
more still, riding up to the very crest of his knob at last, the flange, the
part after which he would abruptly narrow.
ÒIf you can take the knob the rest will be easy,Ó Barbi urged me. She
petted my hair, as if perhaps a female dog. I was a little bitch, wasnÕt I?
A bitch in heat. Barbi seemed to have a predatorÕs urge to see me taken, to
see me lose my anal cherry and become like her, a woman. I must
someday, mustnÕt I? Why not now?
I pushed my heinie back at him suddenly. Startled, I felt him give
way. Him! Giving way to little me! Despite my anxiousness I tried to
relax my bottom.
ÒHurt me, master, if you must,Ó I pleaded. ÒÓTake me now! IÕm
yours! Fuck me right up the butt!Ó my voice was high-pitched, excited. I
wanted him to do me before I could back out. ÒFuck me now, master! IÕm
not going home! IÕll never leave you! Fuck me and make me yours forever!Ó
ÒBleed her,Ó Barbi urged, incited by the prospect of my denouement.
I froze at her words, but I kept my bottom cheeks open. Even though I
began to shake from my heinie on down, my legs quivering, my hips
shaking, I did not try to close myself to him.
ÒYes,Ó I begged. ÒFuck me! Even if I bleed. IÕm yours, master. I
belong to you.Ó And then I squeezed my eyes shut tight. I bit into the
corner of my pillow. I tensed, waited, knowing I was narrowing my
passage but hoping he could break through somehow anyway.
ÒWhat?Ó I heard him asked. His voice sounded high, startled. ÒWhat
are you doing? YouÕre taking control of my cock?Ó
ÒYessss,Ó I said, urgently. I strove to push my asscrack deep against
his stiff prong. Behind me I heard Barbi coax him. She placed a hand on
his buttocks and caressed them and pushed him into me, her own finger
exploring his hole even as he drove into mine. (All this I learned from
simply listening, hearing them talk, exchange opinions. He told her to get
her finger out of his hole and she said no, I must be taken, I must be his.
Because I wanted it. Not because he wanted it, but because I wanted it.
This blew his mind.)
ÒNo! I am not going to be played with like this,Ó he gritted. ÒI am
the man, I do not take orders from women!Ó He swore about Ms. Tuppence,
I think it was she who was making him crazy. He said she was ruining his
drug trade and now his own whore and a 13-year-old were claiming his
genitals for themselves, even if it hurt them, even if it made them bleed.
I felt him spurt, uselessly, against my bottomhole. Barbi, sensing
she could reduce his lust for me (after all, we females are competitive),
clapped her free hand to his balls and squeezed him vigorously to make
him lose all his seed, even as she inquired teasingly inside his butthole.
ÒNo! No! No! No!Ó he yelped. But it was no use. With virgin assflesh
in front of him, and Barbi at his side, he shot all he had to give. When I
rolled over a few minutes later, wet in behind but otherwise unviolated,
seating myself in the soft sheets, he was limp. All of his manly pride and
vigor was gone and he had nothing, absolutely nothing, left to give. For a
minute I thought I was looking at Howard Stern, his penis was so small.
He rose from where he sat on the bed and glared at me, at Barbi, with a
viciousness that made us both extremely frightened. He was under
terrible stress, I guessed, his business collapsing, a lifetime of effort
gone because he got into a battle with Ms. Tuppence over Barbi. He swore
at us and her too, told her how she had ruined his empire.
ÒBecause I loved you more than my business,Ó he said to her.
ÒAlways I told myself, the girls are just an amusement. They come with
the territory. And then you and those other tarts, those other sweet tarts,
too sweet, were stolen from me by Ms. Tuppence. I should not have cared.
I should have let you go. But I didnÕt, did I? For the first time in my life I
decided to fight for something not directly related to my business. And
you saw what happened. I lost every man I had, every man except myself.
And now she, that devil bitch ÔMs. Tuppence,Õ as she likes to call herself,
has new allies, and she is going to RUIIN me!Ó he cried, lifting his fists to
the ceiling.
And you know what? In my fear, almost peeing in the bed (in HIS
bed!) I was so afraid...in my fear I loved him even more. He was tall, lanky,
strong, and he was so visibly wounded, the wounds from his battle with
Ms. Tuppence, to regain Barbi, his love, the girl who was his love but whom
he could not call, Ômy love,Õ because he was too proud. And now me, I was
his love too, probably even more than Barbi (at least I hoped!) And not only
was he facing Ms. Tuppence, poor man. He was facing my father! And he
didnÕt even know.
He whirled upon me with a sudden menace, coiling, like a snake, his
hands upraised, his teeth bared to me, ready to strike. ÒYou at least can
go!Ó he snarled at me. ÒGet out! Get out of my bed right now and go! I
have too many females already.Ó
God, how I feared him, and loved him too! I wanted to cry. And I
almost did, but I controlled myself at the last moment, knowing if I burst
into tears he would dismiss me as a mere child. Instead I leapt at him, I
grabbed him before he could grab me. I pressed my flesh into his, I
wriggled with all the jiggly curves I had to offer pressed alluringly
against him. ÒIÕm sorry, master!Ó I said. And I kissed his hairy chest. I
licked his nipple. And I pushed my cunny against his shriveled cock and
rubbed my private parts to his like a bitch wanting a pregnancy.
He dropped his hands to my ass and squeezed my hind cheeks so hard
I yelped. I could feel him boiling inside. He breathed hard, his breath
rasping. ÒIf you stay,Ó he said, his breath rasping. ÒIf you stay you will
be made to serve me. Do you understand? I am not your father. I am not
your boyfriend. You will serve me, MY needs, not yours.Ó Forcefully he
yanked apart my asscheeks and I almost shouted, I felt so abruptly,
violently opened, spread apart. I could feel the cool air whistling dixie in
my wrenched open butthole. I thought at any moment Barbi might stab her
finger into it and claim my cherry for herself. ÔFirst In,Õ as the Airborne
guys say.
ÒIÕm yours,Ó I said, quietly, so that only he could hear it. Barbi,
sitting on the bed, watched us like a cat, wishing she could play my role,
IÕll bet.
ÒAlright,Ó he answered. He pushed me from him. ÒYouÕve agreed.
And you know I am above the law. Here, I am the law. You have now agreed
to my terms.Ó He looked at me almost hopefully, perhaps wishing IÕd bolt
from his bedroom, and run home before we were truly settled on the
matter. But, feeling frisky, not wanting anything more to do with my
mother, I bent down and kissed his feet. He watched in awe as my naked
ass rose up behind me, my cheeks still quivering from how heÕd handled me
there. I kissed each of his toes in turn. It was my choice, and he knew it,
and he swore over me, knowing I was taking control again, even as I
submitted myself to him. ÒYou do not know what you have gotten into, but
you have agreed,Ó he said aloud, as if pronouncing sentence on me. ÒStand
up and receive me.Ó
I looked up. He was hard again! Just like that, IÕd made him stiff.
He had me lift up my head, still on my knees, and receive his penis in my
mouth. Barbi, quick with a kleenex, insisted on daubing him with a touch
of champagne before he shoved himself into my mouth. How lucky I was
that theyÕd shared breakfast in bed before heÕd come down to the beach! I
swear, if the champagne had not been handy, the bottle sitting nearly
empty on the bedside nightstand, he would have shoved his shit-daubed
cock directly into my mouth.
As it was, I took a freshly washed champagne cock in my mouth. He
still felt reserved about me, and just let me suck the tip of his spear, not
gagging me on it, until at last I received his seed in my mouth and gulped
it down. Then, my lips appreciatively wet, smacking them to make Barbi
jealous, I stood. He bade me to stand and had Barbi get a small length of
leather string from the nightstand.
ÒThis is your collar,Ó Barbi told me. ÒYou do not deserve a real
collar yet. You must be trained first. For now, you will wear this,Ó she
told me, glancing at Master to ensure she had his approval for every word
she said. I nodded, feeling scared again, but relishing my nudity. He
stared at me, a mere 13-year-old, as if I were a full-grown girl in
Penthouse! My nipples wiggled and I gazed at him with fey innocence as
Barbi tied the Òjunior collarÓ around my neck. It was a mere string,
nothing more, made of rawhide. Rawhide on my raw body.
Barbi kissed me on the lips when she was done tying me into my
collar. I felt like a puppy. Master, truly my master now, bent and kissed
my lips too. ÒNow, as your first lesson, you must buckle Barbi into her
collar,Ó master told me. ÒI have let her have unwarranted liberties here,
in these last few days, because, frankly, I was obsessed with you lying on
the beach in the mornings. She made me let her take her collar off,
because, of course, if youÕd been approached by a girl wearing a collar you
might have run away.Ó
ÒI might have,Ó I replied. ÒShe had handcuffs slung through her
bikini, but I might have been freaked out if sheÕd been wearing a collar!Ó
ÒWell now you get to fasten it on,Ó master instructed. ÒGo get it out
of the night table.Ó I went to the nightstand as she stood and embraced
him. I felt jealous, yet lucky, to be in such strange company. What would
my mom think now? IÕll bet she never bedded a drug lord! I turned around,
waited, and at last they separated. I walked up to Barbi and, with a
vindictive gleam in my eyes, buckled a simple black dogÕs collar around
her slim throat.
ÒThis is for you,Ó I told her. Master retrieved a key from someplace
nearby and handed it to me. It was small, golden. ÒLock it and she wonÕt
be able to get it undone,Ó he told me. I saw that the end of the collar had,
upon being buckled, fitted through something that had a keyhole in it.
Sticking my tongue into the corner of my mouth, wanting to make sure I
got this right, I put the key into the tiny lockhole and twisted it. Click!
Somewhere inside, a mechanism locked down on the collar. Now she was
truly masterÕs. He pulled both of us close. Placing a warm, huge palm on
each of our squirming bottoms, he kissed us. I wanted him to take me
right there, but he said there was no time. He ordered us both to the
shower.
In the master bathroom there was a tub and, beside it, just across
the tiled floor, a little shower cubicle. Master turned on the tub water for
himself to soak in and told us both to get into the cubicle. Barbi must
have known already what to do for she led me into the cubicle, then left
the door open so he could watch.
Instead of turning on the shower, Barbi got a brass pail that was
sitting on a bench in the bathroom and filled it under a faucet. The faucet
was low to the ground, just outside the cubicle. Master seemed to drink in
her asscheeks as she knelt and filled the pail, so sweetly heartshaped, so
deliciously offered to his view as he sank into the rapidly-filling tub.
Barbi wet me down, then herself, dumping the pail over each of us.
The water was ice cold! I screamed as I felt it hit my warm, comfy body.
To go from a warm bed to this! Master laughed to himself, enjoying my
discomfort.
ÒThatÕs--thatÕs enough! IÕm wet enough!Ó I cried, as Barbi went to
fetch an obligatory second pail for me.
ÒThis is nothing, honey,Ó Barbi told me frankly. ÒCompared to whatÕs
to come.Ó
ÒN-Nooo,Ó I pleaded.
ÒAre you going to run away now, just because of some icewater?Ó
master taunted me. I think he really did want to see me flee. And I
almost did, seeing that second bucketful of glacier-cold water coming
toward me. But, at the last moment, I balled my fists, shut my eyes, and
counted to ten. ÔDonÕt look like a little girl,Õ I told myself. ÔDonÕt be a
little baby.Õ
ÒReady?Ó Barbi asked. Why couldnÕt she just dump the bucket? Why
did she have to torment me with it?
I hunched my shoulders. I felt very naked. My breasts bulged
between my inward-squeezing arms.
ÒNo,Ó I breathed, and held my breath. I expected the water to come
splooshing down.
ÒReady?Ó Barbi asked, a little insistent now. Her arms, I guessed,
were starting to tremble as she held that heavy bucket aloft over me.
ÒNo,Ó I answered. Alright, Barbi, letÕs play your game, your way.
Can you hold the bucket forever? I doubt it.
I heard the bucket set down behind me. Had I won? Slowly I opened
my eyes. Suddenly Barbi grabbed me by the hair.
ÒYeeow!Ó I cried as she dragged me over to the toilet. She sat right
down on it, even though she didnÕt have to go, even though the cover was
up. She tossed me over her slim modelÕs thighs and slapped my bottom
hard.
ÒOooh! Oooch! Yeowch!Ó I blurted, as she gave me three swift cracks
with her palm right across my heinie. Master laughed heartily, loving our
impromptu entertainment.
ÒYou WILL take the bucket,Ó Barbi, shivering herself from her own
first-bucket dousing, told me.
ÒOkay, okay!Ó I replied, gasping. She drew me up off her lap and
marched me back to the little cubicle of torture. She picked up the bucket,
asked again if I was ready, and this time I answered, quite meekly, Ôyes.Õ
Whoosh! Down came that second dreaded bucket. When all the water
had been emptied from it, Barbi went to the faucet, filled it once more,
and, as I stood freezing, squeezing myself with my arms and admiring her
fortitude, she hefted the bucket over hear pretty head and wet herself
with it. Then, shivering as deeply as I, she returned to the safety of the
cubicle with me. There we soaped each other, and finally turned on hot
water to rinse off. It was my first test. I passed with flying colors.
Master was proud of me.
Barbi and I stood at the sink after our shower and washed our bikinis
in specially softened water. Anna brought mine up from the yard,
introduced herself, and gave Barbi her own bikini (which had lain in the
yard since yesterday when Barbi had cast if off for a moonlight swim with
master.) As master continued to enjoy his bath, Barbi and I, working
diligently, scrubbed our little bikinis so theyÕd be nice and fresh for him.
While we worked, Barbi began to tell me what was in store for me as a
loveslave in masterÕs house.
ÒYou must be trained,Ó she said. ÒYou will do all sorts of things for
master. Whatever he asks, and whenever he asks it. Promptly. DonÕt
hesitate. You arenÕt at home any more. Here master rules, and you obey. I
love serving my master, and he loves me because I serve him.Ó Her voice
was sugary-soft. Her words caressed me. I glanced at master, wishing I
could know I would obey him. But I didnÕt. IÕd been spoiled all my life. I
might at any moment become rebellious, like with the water, such a
simple thing. And yet IÕd rebelled.
ÒIÕm going to take you both into the country,Ó master interrupted.
ÒYou need training yourself, Barbi, and you certainly, Fury.Ó
ÒFury?Ó I asked. My eyes lifted up from my work.
ÒIt is your new name,Ó he answered. ÒYou are bold. And it is good,
for you must be bold, where I am taking you, for your training. Whenever
the going gets rough, remember the nickname IÕve given you. Fury. In this
way you will become a woman. Stronger than me perhaps, someday. But
for now, to learn to lead you first must follow.Ó
ÒH-How?Ó I asked. This business of being Ôtaken someplaceÕ was
new to me. We must leave Montevideo, certainly. We were too close to my
mom, and especially my dad. But what did he mean by it all?
ÒYou will be made to do things you might rebel against,Ó he said, his
voice deep, as he lolled in the bath with his prong just rising, inspired
anew.
ÒOooh! I know what that means!Ó Barbi said, wiggling her heinie.
ÒWhat?Ó I asked.
ÒNevermind,Ó she answered. ÒYouÕll know soon enough. But I
survived it, so donÕt worry. Training, I mean. Master, what special place
are you taking us to?Ó
ÒYou will see,Ó he answered. ÒI make the rules from now on. But, as
a hint, IÕd advise you both to pack a pillow.Ó
ÒI can sneak home and get my sleeping bag if itÕs needed,Ó I offered.
I remembered a fun overnight trip in fourth grade, sleeping outside. IÕd
gotten my first kiss from a boy that night, and spent the next three days
sleepless, worrying IÕd have to tell mom I was pregnant.
ÒYou wonÕt need the pillow for sleeping, silly,Ó Barbi told me.
ÒHmmm, dear?Ó Her eyes darted to master. I saw her bottom shiver.
Her bare bottom, so lovely and unprotected, like mine, as we stood before
master, washing our swimsuits.
ÒThatÕs right. YouÕll want it for sitting down on,Ó master answered.
What could I say? I wanted to blurt out, ÔYou fool! You think youÕre
in charge of me, but my dadÕs trying to kill you!Õ But I said nothing. I
wouldnÕt be his then, not with that kind of ÔheatÕ bearing down upon him.
HeÕd forget all about me, IÕd never see him again. And my dad (whom I
loved) might well be dead by nightfall. No, to protect both the men in my
lives, I could say nothing. Perhaps the name master had given me, Fury,
wasnÕt such a bad name after all.
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