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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PUNISHED FOR PLEASURE
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Chapter Two
Larissa and I held hands as we walked the dark streets on Saturday
morning. We walked in the middle of each street, avoiding the glow of the
sidewalk lamps. There was no traffic. We reached NickÕs house and
slipped through the gate along the side of his house, so nobody would see
us go in his front door. He was waiting for us, inside. He wore baggy
shorts, a shirt with a single pocket, over his chest.
ÒHi, Nick!Ó Larissa and I both chimed, seeing him. He was sitting in a
chair, reading, smoking his pipe. He turned a page in his book and then
looked up.
ÒYou both wore your bikinis under your jeans?Ó he asked. Larissa
and I had on wide-legged jeans, our tennies, t-shirts. I was wearing a
jacket because the night air felt cold. Larissa had on a pink pullover
sweater.
ÒYes,Ó Larissa answered for us both.
ÒHere,Ó Nick said. He tossed two parcels across the room. They
landed at our feet. They were very small, wrapped with shiny blue paper.
They had pink ribbon tied around them. ÒTake off your clothes. Put on
whatÕs in the parcels,Ó Nick said matter-of-factly. Then he looked down
at his book again. He puffed on his pipe.
ÒNick!Ó Larissa whined.
ÒDonÕt complain, just do it,Ó Nick answered. He did not lift his eyes
from his book.
ÒWhat- whatÕs in them?Ó I asked. My voice quavered. I bent, picked
up the one closest to me.
ÒSwimsuits,Ó Nick said.
ÒBut weÕre ALREADY wearing--Ó Larissa began.
ÒThese are ones I bought, after taking your measurments the other
day,Ó Nick replied. (I remembered that well. It was after heÕd let us
finish breakfast, standing in his bedroom, both Larissa and myself naked.
HeÕd measured us with a tape measure. It had been sexy, feeling his hands,
seeing his eyes as they absorbed our nudity. Then heÕd taught us both how
to suck cock, Larissa for the second time, me for the first. He didnÕt cum.
He denied us his sperm, though heÕd spermed LarissaÕs mouth, the night
before, when theyÕd spent an inquisitive night in bed together. After
teasing us with his cock, heÕd sent us home. Larissa and I had shared my
bed all afternoon, remembering him, pressed close, whispering. We
pretended to be chaste in all but our words but we both secretly rubbed
ourselves as we talked. WeÕd both shared an orgasm, finally, late on that
hot afternoon day. It was our first together. WeÕd touched only ourselves,
where it counted, but our mouths pressed together, breathed hotly. Our
bosoms cushioned us, our nipples poked hard into the softness of each
otherÕs breasts. Afterwards we both felt quite guilty. Larissa went home,
neither of us spoke of it in the ensuing days.
Larissa picked up her parcel. We opened them. Inside I found a
matchbox. Were we to smoke? What did that have to do with getting
dressed? Reluctantly, I slid open the matchbox. I gasped. There werenÕt
stick matches inside, but something made of cloth! What could it possibly
be? I wondered. I tugged at the cloth, gently. The box produced strings,
slim as threads, and, eventually, tiny scraps of pastel pink material. I
lifted the whole thing with one hand, dangled it from my fingers. Then,
gazing at it, it dawned on me that it was a bikini! But it was much too
small.
ÒNick! Is this some kind of joke?Ó Larissa asked our companion. She
held a handful of string and cloth that was bright yellow.
ÒNo, it isnÕt,Ó Nick answered, still reading his book.
ÒMineÕs-- mineÕs the size of a postage stamp!Ó I declared. It was
ridiculous, tiny swatches of fabric, a tangle of spaghetti-like
drawstrings. The drawstrings, needing to wrap around the hips, and the
back, and the neck, had obviously had used up more material than the bra
cups or panties themselves. The ÔimportantÕ parts of my bikini seemed
almost an afterthought to the strings, as if some wicked tailor, wishing
to save his thread, had decided to cheat girls out of what they needed to
cover themselves.
ÒUndress, put them on,Ó Nick commanded. He looked up from his
book. ÒAnd nothing else,Ó he added.
Oh, it was so wicked! A sensible girl would have simply said Ôno,Õ
Ôno way Nick,Õ and I was about to when I remembered how my mother had
fought me changing from one-pieces to bikinis. She thought bikinis were
sexist. So, foolishly I suppose, I decided to tweak my momÕs conscience
one more time. I wouldnÕt just wear the ÔsexistÕ bikini sheÕd finally let
me wear. IÕd wear this (though not, certainly, in public). IÕd please Nick,
please his silly male desires, and see what it felt like to be clothed in
something so small.
Nick read his book while we undressed. We put our clothes on a
chair. He puffed on his pipe, said nothing, read quietly. I saw the title of
the book he was reading, ÒKama Sutra.Ó I wondered what it was about,
didnÕt dare to ask.
Larissa and I tied each other into the swimsuits that Nick had
purchased. It was the only way. The suits were too stringy, too flimsy, to
get them on by oneself. She did me first. Then I ÔdressedÕ her. When we
were finished we stared at each other. Our nipples were barely covered by
the bikinisÕ bra cups. Too call them ÔcupsÕ would be a vast compliment,
actually. They were thin bits of material. Our nipples, rising into them,
werenÕt inhibited at all, and stood up like thorns, trying to push through
the ÔcupsÕ. Down below, our pussy lips were clearly outlined against the
fabric of the ÔpantiesÕ that passed between our legs. My panties didnÕt
cover all of my bush. Nor did LarissaÕs. My behind was no better off. It
was half-covered, half-uncovered by my panties. The crack of my bottom
could be easily traced underneath the panties. And, of course, half my
bottom, the upper half, had no covering at all, letting my ass crack display
itself without inhibition.
ÒGood. WeÕll get in my car now,Ó Nick said. He put his book down.
ÒWhat?!Ó Larissa blurted. I heard my voice echo hers.
ÒDonÕt worry, weÕre not going to the rec center,Ó Nick grinned. ÒItÕs
too early anyway, for that.Ó He stood up. He stepped toward us. He
towered over us and we seemed to cringe beneath his implacable, manly
gaze. ÒYou look good in those,Ó Nick said.
ÒÔInÕ is hardly the word IÕd use, Nick,Ó Larissa said ruefully. ÒI think
weÕre more out of them than in.Ó I nodded my head vigorously.
ÒNoneless, youÕll wear them,Ó Nick told us. I saw his cock stemming
in his shorts and remembered how beautiful it was. (Embarrassing to
confess, I know, but it was every girlÕs dream of what a cock must look
like.) ÒNow, donÕt fight me on this,Ó he said, staring down at us. We
fought our urge to look at his pants, looked at his eyes. Finding them hard,
demanding, we quickly lowered our eyes again, to avoid them. But that
only caused us to see his cock again, sticking up into his pants, or his
chest, pressing out manfully against his shirt. We both flushed. We were
trapped, like captive birds in a cage, hemmed in by our own embarrassing
desires.
ÒBeing new to this sort of thing, youÕll both need collars,Ó Nick told
us. Both Larissa and I gasped. But I couldnÕt tear my eyes from his fine,
upstanding, hard body. Anxiously I reached for LarissaÕs hand. I found it,
she squeezed it. I squeezed back. Nick went to a writing desk. He opened
a drawer. He took out two collars. They were thick, wide, made of
leather. They looked exactly like dog collars. He strode over to us.
ÒYou first,Ó he told me. He lifted his hands to my neck. Without
asking my permission, he placed the collar over my throat. He buckled it,
tightly, but not so tight I couldnÕt breathe. Then he turned to Larissa. He
did the same to her. When he was finished, he re-checked each collarÕs
tightness by running a finger along the top edge of the collar. He bade us
draw breaths, deeply. We did. My bra cups flew off my nipples as my
bosoms rose with my intake of breath. ÒNot that deeply,Ó Nick said. He
replaced my bra cups over my nipples. His fingers brushed them. I felt a
hot rush of desire run up from my toes to my risen nipples. Then, in my
panties, I felt a wetness in my crotch.
ÒOpen your legs,Ó Nick told Larissa and me. We both parted our
thighs, reluctantly. Butterflies swirled in my belly. ÒDonÕt move,Ó Nick
said. He reached between my legs. I flinched. He repeated his order. His
fingers pressed hard against my sex. ÒWet your panties,Ó he told me,
finding me already just a little moist. He rubbed the outline of my pussy
lips, not touching me directly but pressing, rather, his fingertips against
the fabric of my bikini, between my legs. At the same time he began
massaging Larissa in her most private place.
ÒNick!Ó Larissa baulked. She tried to back away. A stern word from
him stilled her. ÒStay!Ó he commanded. She and I squeezed hands tightly.
I swooned. Nick rubbed me, searched up between my nether lips. His
fingertips pressed hard into my cunt, drawing in the fabric of my panties
with them. I grabbed onto Larissa for support. But I kept my legs open, as
Nick had ordered me to. I feared closing them.
ÒOh, Nick! Stop!Ó Larissa begged. She leaned against me, just as I
was leaning against her. I feared we would both fall over.
ÒThere, thatÕs better,Ó Nick said. He withdrew his hands from
between our legs. My panties felt wet, sinful, where the lips of my crotch
touched the fabric.
ÒOh, it can be seen!Ó Larissa cried. She looked at me, then down at
herself. We had visible wet spots now, where our pussy lips imprinted the
fabric with their soft, gentle curves.
ÒGood,Ó Nick said. ÒNow come along, or weÕll be late for the boat.Ó
ÒWhat boat?!Ó Larissa and I asked unhappily. But he said nothing,
only commanded, with his eyes, that we should (must!) follow him. We
went to his garage. He let us into it, then locked the door behind us. He
had a gleaming new Porche. It was bright green. Larissa and I stared at
it, marvelling.
ÒOh, but weÕll get the nice leather seats wet!Ó Larissa protested,
when Nick ushered us up to the car and opened the passengerÕs side door
for us.
ÒA little moisture between your legs isnÕt going to ruin my seats,Ó
Nick answered. He made us both get into the car. There was room for only
one of us. I had to sit on LarissaÕs lap. Sexily, she made me spread my
legs. Her hands began playing along the insides of my thighs.
ÒLarissa!Ó I remarked, looking down at her hands. They were small,
slim-fingered. I yearned for her touch yet, even in my bed together, weÕd
never done that! Not the private. Her hands caressed their way up my
thighs as Nick put up his garage door, then got into the driverÕs side of his
car.
ÒDonÕt worry, I wonÕt touch you there,Ó Larissa assured me. She
kissed my earlobe. I shivered. I felt awful, yet incredibly sexy, in my
little swimsuit, wet now between my legs.
Nick backed up the car. It was beginning to grow light outside. He
got out of his car, closed the garage door, locked it with a padlock. He got
back into his car. Larissa and I both looked at him with wondering eyes.
ÒYou both look like scared little church mice,Ó Nick laughed.
ÒWe are,Ó Larissa answered. Then she let her fingernail graze my
crotch.
ÒLarissa! DONÕT!Ó I said shrilly.
ÒSorry,Ó she whispered.
ÒIdle hands do the DevilÕs work,Ó Nick said, laughing, still looking at
us. Then he cast his eyes out onto the road, looking at it through his rear-
view mirror, and he backed down his drive. A moment later we were gone.
The lake shimmered under the noonday sun. Nick parked under some
trees. They cloaked his car in shadow. Larissa and I spilled out the side
door of his car before he could even come round to fetch us. We were both
trembling. I felt queasy in my stomach. Immediately I clapped my hand
over my pussy, despite the fact that a woman, dressed in a bikini, was
gazing at me. She stood on a house boat, moored at the lakeÕs shore. I ran
down the grass-covered hill to the small wooden dock where her boat was
tied. Larissa ran with me. It seemed as if we were racing each other and,
indeed, we were. WeÕd had no rest stops. It was too risky, Nick had told
us, with Larissa and I dressed only in our skimpy Ôbikinis.Õ
ÒWell, hello girls,Ó the woman smiled to us. She was perhaps 20,
with shoulder-length blonde hair. She looked delicately boned, yet had an
althletic presence. Her breasts loomed off her small frame, as if
misplaced there, but her hips, flaring softly, seemed to match her body
size better. She wore a visor on her head, shading her eyes. She had on
tennis shoes, similar to the ones Larissa and I wore.
ÒMay we please use your bathroom?Ó Larissa gasped to her. She and
I both blushed the instant she said it. I realized my hips were wriggling
uncontrollably. I held my puss for dear life, afraid IÕd pee right there on
the dock.
ÒYes, of course, girls, if you insist,Ó the woman answered. ÒHave
you had a long ride?Ó
ÒYES!Ó Larissa blurted. I heard my voice blurting the same. ÒWhere
IS it?Ó she asked, a moment later.
ÒItÕs that hole,Ó the woman said. She pointed at a hole in the
decking near where she stood.
ÒBut -- isnÕt there one inside?!Ó Larissa asked in a voice that rose in
pitch, and in volume, as she spoke.
ÒÔFraid not,Ó the woman answered. ÒJust take off your panties and
squat. You can use the box of kleenex there to wipe yourself.Ó
ÒOh, GOD!Ó Larissa gasped. But she raced over to the hole, and
managed to squat down over it before I could. She yanked her panties
unceremoniously down over her knees. One of the drawstrings came apart.
ÒHurry!Ó I shouted. I stood over her, watching, holding my breath, as
she began to pee. We were on a sun deck at the back of the boat. I saw her
pee pass down within the hole and heard it strike the lake water under the
deck. I clenched my bottom cheeks, waiting, hoping, praying I could last
another minute until she was through.
As soon as she was I pushed her. I didnÕt wait for her to wipe.
ÒHey!Ó Larissa cried. She tumbled backward onto the wooden deck.
Her panties hung like a lost promise between her widespread knees.
ÒI have to GO!Ó I shouted. I dropped into a squat. I yanked down my
panties as uncerimoniously as she had. Just in time! My pee spurted from
between the lips of my private. It passed downward, into the shadowed
hole cut in the deck. I heard it rain upon the surface of the lake.
ÒThey have full bladders,Ó Nick laughed. He strode on board the boat.
ÒAnd you?Ó the woman asked.
ÒSure,Ó Nick answered. ÒI didnÕt want to stop, with them in the car.
The tinting on my car windows isnÕt dark enough to keep eyes out if itÕs
parked. Plus,Ó he grinned. ÒThey almost certainly would have darted into
the nearest restroom.Ó
ÒYou can pee after them, then,Ó the woman answered.
And he did. Larissa and I watched wide-eyed as his long cock
spurted its pee down into the hole. It was mesmerizing. Larissa licked
her lips, remembering licking him when sheÕd spent the night with him. I
wet mine, with my tongue. I wondered if weÕd be asked to practise our
cock sucking skills when heÕd finished. I didnÕt want to do it, with the
woman watching.
ÒWhatÕs their names?Ó the woman asked Nick. Still peeing, he
answered. ÒLarissa and Bambi,Ó he said.
ÒNice names,Ó the woman said. ÒMineÕs Erika,Ó she told us.
ÒPleased to meet you,Ó Larissa replied. She straightened her panties
on her hips. I pulled the seat of mine out of my ass crack.
ÒYou donÕt have to keep those on if you donÕt want to,Ó Erika told us.
ÒNobodyÕs around to see.Ó
ÒThatÕs okay,Ó Larissa and I answered. We sounded like girls in a
choir, our voices high, matching in pitch.
ÒDo you know where weÕre going?Ó Erika asked us.
ÒTo a party,Ó Larissa replied. I felt myself blushing.
ÒYes, thatÕs right,Ó Erika said. ÒYou wonÕt be wearing your panties
there, so when you decide not to fool with them anymore, just give them
to me,Ó she said.
ÒNo, thatÕs okay,Ó Larissa answered. ÒWeÕll keep them on for now.Ó
ÒWere the elementary school girls all unavailable?Ó Erika asked
Nick. He stuffed himself back into his pants, not without difficulty.
ÒVery funny,Ó he answered.
ÒJust wondering,Ó Erika said, quietly. She walked over to the rope
that held the boat against the dock. She tugged on it, lifting up the loop of
rope that held it to the pier. The rope popped free. Immediately I felt the
boat begin to drift. ÒStart the engine,Ó Erika told Nick.
The boat glided across the lake. It was a mountain lake, high up
amisdst the folds and ravines of the Catskills. Shadows from tall trees
grew outward upon the lake as we drifted across its shimmering surface.
An hour passed. Two hours. The engine of the boat could be heard
puttering faithfully. Larissa and I helped ourselves to a soda bar inside
the house boat. We found ice cream, made ice cream sodas, then sundaes.
Erika sunned herself out back on the deck, where the hole was for peeing.
Larissa and I visited that hole twice more. Nick steered the boat, when it
needed a helpful nudge, which wasnÕt often. Otherwise he smoked his pipe,
and gazed out across the lake.
Sipping an ice cream soda (my third, this one made of root beer with
a dash of gin), I gazed through a window of the houseboat at the shoreline.
I lay on my tummy, on a fold-away bed, lounging in the coolness of the
houseboatÕs rec room, where the wet bar was. My panties were hopelessly
jammed in my behind again and I made no attempt to retreive the fabric
from my buttcrack. Larissa sat perched on the edge of the bed. She was
watching a television mounted in a cabinet on the far side of the room. It
was a big television, perfect for watching Bart Simpson. You could see his
every mischeivous nuance. Bart was busy tricking the principal of his
school, but I wasnÕt watching. IÕd taped the episode last season and
watched it already more times than I could remember. I looked at the
trees bordering the lakeÕs shoreline. They hedged in my view, stopping my
eyes at the waterÕs edge as completely as any wall. The trees were thick,
luxuriant. They grew tall up here in the Catskills. Some of them hung out
over the water, making me shiver. They looked like they were yearning to
grab me. I pressed myself into the cool sheets of the bed and was glad I
was inside the houseboat, out of their reach.
As we rounded a bend in the lake, a sheer cliff rose up from the
encircling trees that bordered the lakeÕs edge. It looked dark and brooding.
It frightened me even more than the trees. Already, the sun having passed
beyond its peak, its face was lost in shadow. We seemed to be moving
toward it, and that worried me. I turned, to talk to Larissa, and found
myself lost for a moment in the Simpsons. When I looked back through the
window the boat had finished its turn and was sailing toward the cliff, so
that I could no longer see it. The boatÕs wheelhouse fronted the rec room,
and there was no window between us and the pilot. I stared at the wall at
the front of the rec room. Did I wish to get up? To go outside and see
where we were heading? No, I told myself, pressing myself deeper into
the comfy bed. I would lie here, and wait. I would be Cleopatra, and let
Antony guide me. Hopefully he would have my best interests at heart.
ÒWan another soda?Ó Larissa asked me. Her voice seemed slightly
drunk. SheÕd gotten into the liquor more than I had.
ÒYes, but not spiked,Ó I told her.
ÒWhy not?Ó she asked. ÒWe can do whatever we want here.Ó
ÒJust because you can, doesnÕt mean you should,Ó I replied. I handed
her my empty soda glass.
ÒOooh, I have to pee again,Ó Larissa announced to me. She clapped
her hand over her puss, rubbed it. The liquor had made her a little bit
silly, like a child.
ÒDonÕt fall off the side of the boat,Ó I warned her.
ÒRelax. I know how to swim,Ó Larissa replied. And I knew she did,
for sheÕd taken a junior lifesaving course, and been a lifeguard at the pool
earlier in the summer. (Of course, sheÕd only guarded the baby pool, but
she did know lots more about water survival than I did. IÕd watched her
taking the course sometimes. They had to do lots of stuff. But they also
had to get up early, and Ôwarm the pool,Õ as Larissa called it, jumping into
its freezing early morning waters in their speedos and bikinis. I preferred
to sleep in late. I wasnÕt quite as physical as she sometimes liked to be.)
I waited in the bed for Larissa to perform her toilet and bring me
another soda. It was nice in the bed. I wondered if I was secretly inviting
something. Nick passed by outside, grinned in at me through the window.
He had taken off his shirt. His chest, his biceps, flexed as he moved. I
smiled back at him. My eyes were bedroom eyes, inviting. But my heart
was set more on teasing, I think, than anything else. He must have known
that, for he went round back and lay down next to Erika, on the sun deck. I
was left to myself. I pressed my hips into the bedding and felt a soft
yearning to dispense with my panties.
ÒYour ass is showing,Ó Larissa told me. I looked up, startled. I
didnÕt know she was back already. Perhaps the minutes had passed
unnoticed. I looked at her. SheÕd lost her bra. ÒItÕs too difficult, trying to
keep it on,Ó she said, noticing my eyes. ÒMy boobs kept popping out of it
whenever I walked.Ó
ÒI know what you mean,Ó I said ruefully. Every bounce in NickÕs car
on the road up into the Catskills had jarred my bosoms loose from their
inadequate moorings.
Larissa handed me a fresh soda. ÒI put lemonade in this one,Ó she
said. I took it, adjusted the straw. I was about to take a sip when I re-
fixed my gaze on her.
ÒIf you peed in my soda IÕll kill you,Ó I told her. (My brother had
pulled just such a trick the week before.)
ÒNo,Ó she giggled. ÒBut that was pretty funny, what your brother
did, handing you Ôfresh lemonadeÕ,Ó Larissa replied laughingly.
ÒThanks for reminding me,Ó I told her. Boldly I sipped my soda. It
tasted fine. It was Sprite, with lemon sherbert. I looked at Larissa again.
ÒDonÕt spike your punch anymore,Ó I told her. ÒPretty soon youÕll think
everything in the universe is funny.Ó
ÒI promise,Ó Larissa told me. I hoped she was telling the truth. I
didnÕt want a friend who was drop-dead drunk. I think she understood that.
IÕd be all alone, if she lost her head. And I hadnÕt come along on her little
journey to wind up being by myself, accompanied by a slosh.
I turned back to the vista outside. In the lengthening shadows of the
waning day, the trees looked more threatening than ever. Perhaps it was
just my imagination, but they appeared to want to eat me, to swallow me
up. I shivered. And then, wedging my soda between two bed pillows, so it
wouldnÕt fall, I did an incredible thing. I bent the straw. It was a bendy
straw. With it bent, I could still suck on it, though I moved both my hands
down to my waist. I toyed with the drawstrings of my panties. Then,
declining to untie them, I instead pushed them down. I felt my panties pop
out of my ass crack. I pushed them down until they were off the curve of
my behind. I felt good, exposed like that, watching the trees with their
long branches passing by on the lakeshore. Perhaps I wasnÕt bold enough to
be topless, like Larissa, but I could tease just a little more. Who was to
say my miniscule panties hadnÕt popped off my rear end by accident? At
least they wouldnÕt be wedging themselves into my butt crack anymore.
ÒWell, here we are,Ó Erika said at last, poking her head into the rec
room. WeÕd reached the opposite shore of the lake. Nick was turning the
boat around, so we could disembark off its back. But on this end of the
lake, there was no pier. Just the sheer cliff face of rock. IÕd felt our boat
pass into its shadow. It had descended upon us quite suddenly, like a death
shroud. Then weÕd passed out of its shadow, as if dueling with it, too coy
to be taken. The sun was angled behind the peak of the cliff, I guess,
letting it throw its shadow partly onto the water, partly into the dense
forest beyond. I was glad of that. Nick steered the boat to a point along
the cliff where we could still relish the sunlight.
Larissa and I emerged from our rec room hideaway, like virgins from
a convent. Larissa, however, still refused to wear her top. I left my
panties down in back, showing my bottom. But I made sure they were
pulled up tight in front. I didnÕt want to show everything. Not yet,
anyway... I looked up at the cliff. We were hard up alongside it, just out
of reach of its shadow. The back of our boat bobbed in the water, silently,
its back end facing along the cliff.
I gazed up at the cliff, wondering what to make of its implacable
surface, so close, with nothing to step down onto. How could we
disembark? Were we in the right spot? I looked at Nick, then at Erika.
She lifted a heavy anchor. It was made of iron, but her slim arms lifted it
somehow, and she threw it with a soft groan over the side of her boat. It
splashed into the lake, trailing a length of rope behind it. Quickly it sank,
mooring the boat to the lakebed, under the water. I went to the side of the
boat and stared into the ripples on the lake surface where the anchor had
disappeared.
ÒWeÕll have to swim from here,Ó Nick told Larissa and me. ÒDive in,
swim down, youÕll see a hole under the water, in the side of the cliff. ItÕs
only a few yards more once you reach it. Swim into it. Follow it up.
YouÕll surface inside an underground cavern.Ó
ÒWhat?Ó Larissa gasped. I felt my breath catch in my throat.
ÒWeÕre going where no one can find us,Ó Erika smiled. ÒItÕs meant to
be a private party, you know.Ó Her eyes seemed to challenge us, as if we
might prove to be scared little girls and back out. I certainly felt like
doing just that!
ÒWould you like to disrobe now, girls?Ó Erika asked. She tugged at
her own bikini drawstrings, at her waist. The panties rode low on her
waist, showing a few uppermost curls of her bush, but apparently it was
too modest, for where we were going. I felt a tremble run down my arms
and legs and my knees felt weak.
ÒNo,Ó I heard Larissa say, beside me.
ÒNo,Ó I repeated.
ÒAlright, but I shall have to prepare you, then,Ó Erika said. ÒBut
first, allow me to demonstrate to you how you shall be required to prepare
yourself, if you should ever choose to return.Ó She saw my eyes widen,
hopefully perhaps, and LarissaÕs too. ÒYes girls, you are not being
kidnapped,Ó Erika said. ÒDo you want to be, hmmm? The party lasts only
the weekend, perhaps a day or two longer. Then youÕre going back home.
ItÕs a party, girls, nothing more.Ó She smiled. We were so childish,
Larissa and I, having that first real adventure of our lives, I realized. But
I still was determined to keep my panties on. Even if I hadnÕt bothered to
pull them back up over my behind, and was letting it show in all its nude,
rounded glory.
Erika lay down on her chaise lounge. It was covered with a big,
white, soft fluffy towel, making her look rather like an angel lounging in
heaven. There was a tube of suntan lotion on the chair, beside her hips,
but she didnÕt bother to put any of it on. She was already well-oiled from
her hours of sunning as the boat crossed the lake. Yet the tube of lotion
looked new, as the towel did. She liked new things, sheÕd told me, and was
always refurbishing her boat and replacing its items so everything would
always be fresh and clean.
Erika smiled at Nick, then at myself, then at Larissa. ÒThis is
somewhat more intrusive than the method of preparation IÕll use on you,Ó
she assured Larissa and I. ÒBut it does have its pleasures, as I imagine
youÕll see.Ó
Nick was already bending down as she spoke. He clutched at the
sides of her panties, at the little strings that held them fast. His eyes
were burning. Erika closed hers. Nick paused a moment, determined to do
something, but awed by the lissome figure spread out so receptively
before him. She was gorgeous. She was perfectly shaped, like a model on
a photo shoot that required no clothing. Her long blonde hair couched her
head, softly, where it lay upon the chaise lounge. Her limbs stretched out,
relaxed. Her breasts remained perkily upstanding despite her prone
posture. Her flat tummy sank beneath her ribs as she drew in a soft, deep
breath. Then she exhaled, a perfumed breath seemingly escaping her lips
(for they were lovely lips), and her breasts, her ribs, her taut belly all
rippled, gently, with the the escaping of her breath. She savored the touch
of NickÕs hands upon her waist, I could tell. She urged her young, long legs
into the air. They rose with a kind of sleepy gracefulness. Her tennis-
shoed feet seemed impossibly well-clad, much too formal for the rest of
her attire, for her bikini was nothing but string, and small, strategic bits
of material. Her brown, sun-kissed limbs, her large, heavy breasts, her
svelte hips all seemed to overpower the little swimsuit, and now,
apparenlty, it was deemed too much, despite its nothingness, to be worn
to the party.
With a sudden savageness, Nick yanked at ErikaÕs bikini bottoms.
She squealed. Her eyelashes fluttered open. She looked down at her
violated hips and watched, wide-eyed, as Nick drew the swim panties
down her long thighs. She kept them lifted, high in the air, to assist him.
Hurriedly he passed them over her knees, down her slim calves. When he
reached her tennis shoes he let go of them, as if not needing to trouble
himself with their complete removal. Her cunny was bare, that was all
that mattered. He tore down his own shorts. His cock sprang out, to cries
of involuntary alarm from myself and Larissa. It was huge, like a big
fleshy banana, and though weÕd seen it earlier, it was still a shock when it
was suddenly released before our eyes.
Nick didnÕt bother to step out of his shorts. He shoved them down
his legs, then walked forward. He didnÕt walk far. Reaching ErikaÕs
breasts, he bent, showing us his tight, bare buns. I heard myself squeal,
my voice joining ErikaÕs. Nick ripped away ErikaÕs bra. Her breasts fell
out, wobbled, grew at the tips. Her feet kicked absently in the air, still
entangled in her panties.
Like a conquering hero, eager to have his prize, Nick tossed ErikaÕs
bra unceremoniously across the deck of the boat. He made a quick two-
step, standing in place, with his feet, and managed to get out of his
lowered shorts. Then he returned to ErikaÕs legs, and gave her bikini the
final denoument by tearing it off her feet. The panties fluttered to the
deck. They were white, like swimwear a virgin might wear, but they were
undone, one drawstring ripped from the pantiesÕ front, useless now, even
more useless than theyÕd been when first made.
Nick grabbed ErikaÕs still-kicking feet. He did not bother with her
tennis shoes. Instead, to a sharp gasp from her, he opened her legs. All
could be seen, her soft inner thighs, her slit, the soft fuzz that covered
her private, yet left it uncovered, for her labial lips were quite visible.
With a sudden tug, Nick yanked Erika down the length of her chaise lounge.
He stopped when her bottom lay poised at the foot of the lounge. It didnÕt
hurt her, being moved in that way. The towel underneath her cushioned
her.
Sporting a raging hard-on, Nick advanced between ErikaÕs legs. Part
of the towel, that had been underneath ErikaÕs legs, had fallen to the deck
of the boat. Nick kicked that part of the towel back underneath the chaise
lounge. He needed it out of his way, so he could keep his feet planted
solidly on the boatÕs deck.
Nick flexed his cock. His balls hung heavily under his crotch. He
held Erika firmly, like a farm wife might hold a turkey. With her legs
wrenched wide, Erika reminded me of a Thanksgiving bird spread apart for
stuffing. Her hole waited, covered by soft fur that would be no
impediment to NickÕs stemming cock. In fact, it would please him, grazing
his member, a soft, inviting place for him to relieve himself of his
madness.
ÒOh! HeÕs going to stuff her with himself!Ó I blurted aloud, to no one.
I remembered my bottom, bared, in back, the trees in the distance, their
branches seeking, groping, yearning out over the still waters of the lake. I
imagined I might be suddenly poked from behind and reached for LarissaÕs
hand. She found it, clutched at it. Alternately we squeezed each othersÕ
hands for encouragement. I meant to reach behind myself, to pull up my
panties, to protect my bottom from the trees, but I stood frozen instead. I
was a rabbit, contemplating headlights. My belly was awash in
butterflies.
I had never seen anyone fuck. I watched with startled eyes as Nick
reached for a tube next to ErikaÕs body on her chaise lounge. IÕd thought
the tube was suntan lotion. Yet, as I watched, Nick popped open the tube
and squirted it onto his penis. It was sex jelly, not suntan lotion, I
suddenly realized. Nick had showed us some in his bedroom, though we
hadnÕt used it. It wasnÕt needed for cock sucking.
Nick groomed his penis for the task he obviously contemplated.
Erika did nothing to stop him, simply lay back, let her legs remain outside
his.
ÒOh, will he cum?Ó I whispered to Larissa. She had swallowed
NickÕs cum, when she stayed overnight with him. But when Nick trained us
both, the next day, he had refrained from releasing his sperm. He said he
was required to save it for the party.
ÒBut wonÕt your balls turn blue?Ó Larissa had asked him, innocently.
ÒI donÕt know,Ó heÕd replied. ÒI know we promised each other as
Navy SEALs not to cum after a certain day, and when I take an oath thatÕs a
military one, I stick to it.Ó HeÕd smiled. ÒThatÕs why I spermed your
mouth so thoroughly last night,Ó he added. Yet he was hard again, and his
balls had seemed quite full when he let me squeeze them, there in his
bedroom. Then weÕd spent half an hour teasing him, inviting him to fuck
us, begging to suck his cock some more, to Ôreally give it a workout and
test you,Õ as Larissa had put it, until, unable to stand our taunts, heÕd sent
us both home.
ÒIÕm a man,Ó heÕd said, giving us both a friendly pat on our bottoms
as he pushed us out of his house. ÒBut IÕm also a military man, and an oath
is sacred to a military man. Now go, and leave me to my blue balls until
Saturday morning.Ó
Now Nick was naked again, his cock bursting with passionate energy.
It quivered in the summer air. ItÕs tip offered that strange, clear pre-cum
that seems like sperm but isnÕt, that merely offers itself up as natural oil
to grease a womanÕs opening as the man enters her. Nick tossed aside the
tube of sex jelly. It landed on the deck of the boat, half used, half unused.
A bit of jelly oozed from the still-open tip of the tube.
ÒOh, God!Ó Erika said, gazing down briefly at Nick. ÒI had no idea you
were so big!Ó Then her eyes looked away, as if afraid.
ÒYeah, well, hereÕs to you, babe,Ó Nick said. Then, with a grunt, he
stabbed at her most intimate, most vulnerable place with his very hard
cock. Erika screamed. Her cry echoed across the still lake. I wondered if
there were hunters in the woods. Would they come running, to save her?
Or would they merely laugh: ÒHoneymooners,Ó one would say to another,
like men do, scoffing, when they know theyÕre denied.
ÒYah, place isnÕt the same with honeymooners up here, fucking away
in some cabin. ItÕll scare away those moose we saw.Ó
And then, with the sun heading down in the west, knowing they
couldnÕt have whatever it was they were missing, but that they could have
dinner if they kept after the moose, theyÕd put the screams out of their
mind.
Nick took Erika violently. She spasmed. She gasped. A scream
caught in her throat and didnÕt come out. Nick pressed harder, deeper,
wrenching her apart with his hands, spearing her with his manhood.
ÒUhn,Ó Erika said. It was a gutteral sound, like a wounded animal
might make, and she lifted her hips. I tightened my grip on LarissaÕs hand.
I thought I was watching her commit suicide! How could she bear that
awful male prong ripping into her insides? She bucked her hips again,
upward, to meet him, like a lamb eager to meet its end, if only to end the
pain of the sacrifice. Nick grunted, suddenly, in response, as if he too
were suffering. Could he be? I saw his rear-end tighten. The small
fleshy buns seemed to be straining. His head flung back.
ÒUHHH!Ó Nick bellowed. Then, he breathed, his voice suddenly ragged,
ÒGod youÕre tight!Ó I saw his tautened balls quiver. His back showed all
its muscles. They strained, as if he were lifting a heavy load. Or
resisting one. He seemed to fight with himself and then recover a little.
Nick drew back. Erika sighed.
ÒHow many times have you fucked?Ó Nick asked.
ÒNot - Not as often as I like to let on,Ó Erika admitted.
ÒGuess not,Ó Nick answered. He shook his head. ÒWell, here goes.
IÕll break you in a little. DonÕt blame me if I sperm you. IÕll do my best
not to.Ó
ÒAh, God! Do what you wish!Ó Erika said. ÒFuck your friends and
their party.Ó
ÒNo, this is just preparation,Ó Nick answered. ÒWe cum in the cave,
not out here. Try not to scream so much, or IÕll have to gag you. We
shouldnÕt draw attention to ourselves.Ó
ÒIt - doesnÕt matter,Ó Erika said, clearly willing to drive herself all
the way, if she could.
ÒDamn youÕre so tight and beautiful!Ó Nick answered. And then he
gave a loud, almost warlike cry, despite his wish not to, for he was
jamming himself up her again, and finding her deliciously difficult going.
We stood on the deck of the boat, looking rather ridiculous, I
thought, for we all wore neat, brand-new tennis shoes, their laces tied,
but otherwise we wore little, if anything else.
Nick and Erika were totally naked, except for their shoes. Erika
fetched her visor from where sheÕd left it earlier in the afternoon,
replaced it on her head. She did nothing to try to reclaim her torn panties
or bra. They were quite useless now, unwearable, and hardly wearable, in
my opinion, when they were new.
NickÕs cock stood upright. It reminded me of a doorknob, except it
was much longer, though at least as thick. And real doorknobs didnÕt drip
pre cum from their tip.
Erika smiled at Nick. HeÕd ridden her hard, but managed to pull out at
the last minute. He was hard as a rock for the party, and by the haggard
look on his face you could see he was desperate. Yet he stood idly next to
the rope railing that enclosed the shipÕs deck, keeping us safe from the
water. He breathed, letting his cock rise and fall with his breath. I gazed
at him, frankly, then away, like a shy 2-year-old girl wishing to explore
the world, but wishing to remain safe too, clutching at her mommy, then
venturing off, then running back to her to clutch at her again. He watched
my darting eyes and smiled to himself. I might go into his party a virgin,
but he knew I wouldnÕt come out one. I perhaps knew that, or perhaps
didnÕt, or perhaps kidded myself that I would do just as I wished,
whenever I wished, and emerge from the party in whatever condition I
chose.
Erika rubbed her pussy. She was sore, at the juncture between her
legs. She smiled at Larissa and me. We would be sore too, before
tomorrow, before we returned to the boat, her eyes seemed to say. I did
not wish to acknowledge this. I avoided her gaze.
ÒGirls, IÕm going to prepare you now,Ó Erika told us. She ordered us
to stand straight and we did, the sun warming our bodies as we waited for
her instructions on the deck of the boat. In her hand she held a big, fresh
tub of ice cream. SheÕd gotten it from the rec room. It was cold, and she
held it with a dish towel, so as not to suffer the feel of it upon her hand.
In her other hand she held an ice cream scooper. I liked ice cream. If this
was our Ôpreparation,Õ I didnÕt see anything worth objecting to. I still
wished to look mature, to not complain, despite my childish misgivings. I
waited quietly as she touched herself again between her legs with a
finger, dextrously holding the ice cream scooper in the same hand, and
then advanced to us.
Erika had opened the top of the ice cream container already. Now she
lifted her scooper, and dug into the ice cream inside. She lifted out a big
hunk of vanilla ice cream.
ÒDonÕt you have chocolate? I like chocolate better,Ó Larissa
objected, seeing what flavor it was. I opened my mouth, prepared to
recieve the ice cream. I was wordless, my back straight. We were two
disciples standing at attention, and ErikaÕs eyes told us she was pleased
with our posture.
ÒIt really doesnÕt matter what flavor it is, dear,Ó Erika said. We
happened to be standing by a table, by chance, I supposed, a small folding
card table that had not cards on it but a tube of sun tan lotion, and
somebodyÕs half finished drink. There was a book, ÒThe Story of O.Ó Erika
had been reading it all afternoon but I hadnÕt asked what it was about. It
was a paperback, with a boring white cover. I assumed it was about
boating, with its white cover, for sailors wore white hats, and Erika had
been wearing a white bikini, and her visor was white. Erika nudged aside
the book as she set the box of ice cream down on the table. I glanced at
her, at her scooper, my mouth still open, childlike, waiting to be fed.
Erika ignored my mouth. Instead, her fingers reached for the front of
my panties. She caught at the waistband, where the panties, too short to
cover my pubic hair like they should, ended. I thought she would pull my
panties up higher, or try to, to keep me modest. Instead, to a soft breath
of surprise from me, she pulled them open. Like a pouch, except I had
nothing inside, no Ôequipment,Õ as boys have, just the soft fleecy fur of my
pubic mound. The lips of my cunt felt moist.
ÒSuch a little swimsuit, but really, you should have something more
than just your pussy in it, donÕt you think?Ó Erika asked.
ÒNo,Ó I answered, or was about to, when suddenly I shrieked. Erika
pressed the ice cream scooper to my belly, inverted it, and dropped that
big, freezing ball of ice cream right into my pulled-open panties!
ÒEEEEHOOOOOCH!Ó I shouted, not caring if wicked hunters, stalking
game in the woods, heard me.
ÒKeep your posture straight! Hands at your sides!Ó Erika snapped at
me. She let go of my swimsuit. It snapped shut against my crotch. I
looked down at myself. A big ball of ice cream bulged within my panties.
I could see it, at least from the top, for it forced the waistband of my
undies out. I slapped my hand instinctively against myself, where my legs
met. I pressed with embarrassed firmness. My knees wobbled from the
frozen cream.
ÒOhhh! Why did you DO that?Ó I cried. I clutched at the front of my
panties. I was going to try to get the ice cream out when I realized that
the pressure of my hands, pressing against the outside of my swimsuit,
had already smooshed the ice cream into my pussy. ÒOOOOHHHH!Ó I
shouted. It was so cold! I felt ice cream run in rivulets down the insides
of my thighs. They felt like currents of ice against my sun-warmed skin.
ÒControl!Ó Erika said to me, hotly. She dropped the ice cream
scooper on the card table and grabbed at my wrists. She pulled them away
from my crotch. ÒYou are not a child anymore, Bambi,Ó Erika warned me.
ÒBehave like an adult. Did you see me cum on NickÕs prick?Ó
ÒYou tried,Ó I breathed, still freezing in my dell.
ÒI tried, but he withdrew too soon for me to achieve fulfillment,Ó
Erika told me. ÒThough he did make me sore,Ó she added, her eyes rueful.
ÒNow stand still, hands by your sides. IÕm not through with you yet. Baby
girls have to be tied for this. You should not need that.Ó
ÒNo,Ó I said. My teeth chattered. Yet I let her place my hands
against my thighs. They felt warm. My whole body felt warm, standing
there in the sun. All except where I needed to feel warm most, in my
private, in my soft special place between my legs. I pressed my palms
hard to my thighs and waited while Erika fetched the ice cream container
and the scooper again.
ÒNow for you, Larissa dear,Ó Erika said. Her eyes had the wanton
look of a woman who had not cum, but wished to, and now was just a tad
crazy. Yet she had at the same time a smooth, silken grace, tossing back
her blonde hair, as if she did not mind having her fulfillment prolonged,
somewhere deep down in her core. Prolonging it only promised to make it,
when it finally came, all the more explosive.
ÒOh, please donÕt!Ó Larissa begged. But she stood at attention,
gripping her thighs, waiting. We were sun-toasted, tanned, spoilt with
free drinks and the leisure to do as we wished, but it was all for a
purpose. A wicked purpose.
Nick appeared beside us. ÒIÕm sorry, but thereÕs too much screaming
going on on this boat,Ó Nick said. ÒI donÕt want someone stealing it,
leaving us to walk back. And you girls are both supposedly runaways now.
I canÕt be sure someone isnÕt out looking for you.Ó With that, he produced
a pair of gags. They were made of black cloth. How awful it was,
expecting to be fed ice cream, only to be gagged. Nick stepped behind me
and wrapped the gag over my mouth. I tried to breathe, found I had to do it
through my nose. My mouth was blocked. Nick tied the gag securely behind
my neck. It hemmed in my long hair, which, trailing down my back, now
had to suffer the binding of a gagÕs knotted ends across it, though the rest
of me was very quickly being stripped bare.
ÒTie... please tie my hands. I wonÕt be able to stand it,Ó Larissa told
Nick.
ÒAh, we should go inside then,Ó Nick said. ÒThis will take awhile, I
can see, with you two. I donÕt want you standing out here forever in the
hot sun. YouÕre tanned enough. I wish you no browner.Ó
We were led indoors. Into the rec room. Erika turned off the
television. ÔGet SmartÕ was playing, but we werenÕt going to get smart, I
supposed. We were going to be bad girls.
Erika was soft, sexy, her words cooing in our ears as she made us
stand straight and tall in the middle of the room. She bent and untied our
sneakers. She pulled them off our feet. The carpet felt soft under my
toes, my heels. It was a deep, plush carpet. I liked the feel of it. It was
comforting.
Nick got a plastic bag, and a towel. He spread both on the carpet.
The bag first, which was a big Glad bag, then the towel. We were moved to
one side, to stand on the towel, to keep the carpet from getting messy.
Erika told Nick where he could find ropes. He opened a trunk, in a
closet. He pulled out two long white ropes.
ÒDo you know how to tie a knot?Ó Erika asked him.
ÒSure,Ó Nick answered.
ÒGood,Ó Erika said. ÒBring me the riding crop from the trunk, dear.Ó
Nick did. It was a big, long, swishy thing, all covered in black leather. Its
stiffness reminded me of NickÕs cock. It frightened me. There were no
horses on board the boat. Why did Erika need one of those things?
Erika picked up several roses that stood in a vase on the shelves
where the T.V. was installed. Their stems dripped water as she drew them
out. There were no thorns on the stems. They had all been shorn off, by
someone. Erika swished the crop as she walked over to us with the
handful of roses. The crop made an awful, slicing sound in the air.
ÒPut these in your mouth,Ó Erika told Larissa. She made my friend
part her lips. She inserted the stems of the roses between her teeth.
ÒNow bite down, bite down on them,Ó Erika told Larissa. ÒMake them your
gag. You must be trained not to need a gag, though asking for ropes,
perhaps, is acceptable.Ó Erika glanced at Nick. ÒMen like ropes,Ó she said.
Larissa stared into the room, avoiding the eyes of our wicked
companions. We both knew something new was coming, something weÕd
never experienced before. Did we want it? I didnÕt know. Larissa bit hard
on her rose stems and waited. I breathed into my gag.
ÒTurn around, girls,Ó Erika said. ÒHands behind your backs. Nick
must tie them. ThatÕs it, turn, both of you, Bambi,Ó Erika warned me, for I
was a little slow in doing it. Larissa and I presented our backs to Nick and
Erika. ÒPush out your behinds,Ó Erika said.
What? I couldnÕt believe it. Yet I obeyed, perhaps too aroused by the
presence of Nick to resist. ÒOffer your hands, cross them behind you so
Nick can easily tie them,Ó Erika told us.
I crossed my wrists, rested them on the uppermost curve of my ass,
where it met my back. I felt comfortable, somehow, despite the flights of
butterflies taking off in my stomach. I was no longer worried about
whether I would measure up to NickÕs wishes. He would see that I did. I
would not be capable of denying him, no matter how much my conscience
might tell me to.
Nick wrapped the soft, white rope around my arms. He couldnÕt help
prodding my virgin ass with his big, drippy penis. It wet me, but the
moisture was warm, not like the ice cream running down from between my
legs. Gradually the rope lifted my hands, bound up my arms, so that,
standing with my ass arched back, as Erika kept insisting, I was left with
myself feeling like some police station prisoner. I was waiting for the
plunger. It would be used on me and I would confess everything I knew.
Everything I didnÕt know, too.
I glanced back. My half-trapped mane of hair swished on the slope of
my back.
ÒDip. Dip the lower part of your back, dear,Ó Erika said. She pressed
in on my tummy, guiding me, moving me, positioning me. I found myself
standing awkwardly with my ass out, my back sloping then tucked in at its
lowest point, making, I feared, a spectacle out of the private portions of
me, the hind parts that should have been shielded from everyoneÕs eyes by
my panties. But IÕd pulled my panties down in back, lying on the bed,
looking at the woods, sipping my ice cream soda. My conscience had
warned me to pull them back up but IÕd ignored it.
Erika laid the crop across my bare ass. I felt my cheeks tighten.
What was she doing? I wasnÕt a pony, I was a girl! Erika began sliding the
crop back and forth across my rear end as if it were a violin. The crop felt
wickedly hard, yet there was a tension in it, an undeniable flexibility.
ÒYou have a lovely rump,Ó Erika complimented me.
ÒThank you,Ó I wanted to answer, but it seemed silly, being
complimented on oneÕs fanny!
ÒIt will be the life of the party,Ó Erika told me. Those words sent
chills down my spine. How could -- How could my *bottom* be the life of
anyoneÕs party?
A fly buzzed in my head. It was a line from an old record, an old
vinyl record, that a guy who lived across from us used to play at night.
The song would drift out of his window and into mine, as I lay upstairs in
my bedroom. ÒThereÕs something in my head and itÕs not me...Ó But was it
me, really, deep down, given my dream about the Seals who rescued and (in
some versions of my dream) ravished me? Then another line entered my
mind, as Erika sawed the delicately slim riding crop across the tender
skin of my behind. Back and forth, back and forth, as if trying to cut my
bottom in half. It didnÕt hurt, not really, but it was a little scary, and
most unusual, and the line that drifted into my mind was, ÒAnd if the band
youÕre in starts playing different tunes.Ó And then there was something
about the moon. But it was still daylight outside. Why was I thinking
about the moon? I wondered, then, glancing at the full sac of semen slung
under NickÕs crotch, if the moon would be full tonight, when it rose. We
would be closer to it, up here in the mountains, wouldnÕt we?
And so I mooned them with my bottom, standing there straight and
tall, primly, but with my panties pulled down in back, so they could see my
ass as much as they pleased. I blushed, embarrassed by the display of my
cleft rump behind me. I was all the more aware of it now, Erika
continuing to pay it attention by rubbing it briskly with her crop.
But for all my rudeness, Nick and Erika seemed not to mind my
immodesty. They seemed almost to expect it. It was as if they knew a
secret. Give a 13-year-old girl the opportunity to strut her stuff, and
sheÕll do it. Not with anyone, no. But Nick wasnÕt anyone. He was a hunk,
through and through, like the Navy Seals IÕd always dreamed about. And
Erika was nothing if not a model. Too bosomy, perhaps, to walk a runway,
but not to wow men whenever she appeared.
And they were partly responsible for my nudity, werenÕt they? But
it was me whoÕd pulled down the back of my panties. Why? I wondered.
To be racy? Naughty? To compensate for the fact that my friend Larissa
was letting Nick see her boobs? Yes. It must be all her fault. If she
hadnÕt decided to prance around the boat with her bosoms bare, I was sure
I wouldnÕt be standing here now with my bottom showing.
ÒI must tighten your bra,Ó Erika told me. ÒI donÕt want it popping off
you. You must be permitted a little modesty, hmmm?Ó Erika asked. I
nodded my head, vigorously. I was showing enough as it was. I didnÕt want
to show more. Erika touched my back. She undid the cross-string that cut
across it. I felt the cups of my bra loosen. Before they could break free of
my nipples, Erika gave a taut pull on both untied draw strings. Then she
retied me. I was left with a bra pulled very tight against my breasts. I
glanced down. My boobs looked like they were big, captive marshmellows.
ÒHold still,Ó Erika said. She touched my shoulder with her slender
hand. My head flinched. I looked back. I saw her raise the crop aloft.
ÒWhat?Ó I asked. The gag muffled my question.
Erika kissed my cheek. She tugged at my gag, playfully, as if to
check its tightness. Then, impulsively, she yanked it down off my lips. I
gasped, startled. She seemed to enjoy my surprise. I gulped in a mouthful
of air. I enjoyed being ungagged. The black cloth that had bound my lips
hung uselessly under my chin.
ÒDo you remember when you were born, hmmm?Ó Erika asked. ÒWhat
was the first thing they did to you, after you were born?Ó Her eyes, close
to mine, looked at me brightly.
ÒThey--Ó my mind raced. What could she mean? I thought of babies.
Then I remembered someone saying something, in health class. ÒThey
spank them? So they can breathe!Ó I replied. I felt proud, for a fleeting
moment, of my scholastic recall. They had to spank a newborn, in order to
get its lungs to fill with air and to make it breathe. No spank, sharply
delivered, the baby will never inhale and will suffocate.
WHACK! The riding crop descended from its lofty height and struck
my bare ass.
ÒYeeeeeoooooch!Ó I shouted. My lungs filled a moment after IÕd
expelled my scream. I was a new teen, just this year, with bigger tits,
wider hips, a plumper ass. And now I was... born?
Erika kissed me again. ÒHow lovely you scream,Ó she said. Then,
quick as sheÕd hurt me, she dropped her crop, and rubbed her soft palm
across my heinie.
ÒOOooohh, that burns!Ó I said, feeling still the sting of the crop,
despite ErikaÕs consolations.
ÒYesss, darling,Ó Erika hissed. Her palm seemed to delight in the
squirming of my rump, its sudden heat. My knees sagged. I let her support
the full weight of my bottom with her hand.
ÒMmmmm,Ó I said. I wet my lips with my tongue. It was so strange,
yet so... curious. ÒCuriouser and curioser,Ó Alice said. Was Erika the
White Rabbit? Would she lead me into a hole? A hole in the cliff where
my own hole would be entered, violated? And I knew, from the rude jokes
of boys at school, that a girl had more than one hole...
ÒYes, you are perfect for it. And just the right age,Ó Erika said. She
consoled me with another kiss. My nipples stood like upright pincushions
in the cups of my bra as I felt her wet lips upon my cheek. My bra had
held, trapping my bosoms, but the cups were still only thin thread-bare
fabric, and my nipples, despite the restraint, pressed defiantly into them,
showing off the length of their stems. Ah, if only she would kiss me... in
other places, I wished suddenly. My body was breathless. I was helpless
before her, with my arms tied behind me. I felt a rush of desire. For
Erika, for anyone. It was so strange. Erika kissed me again. My nipples
longed to be freed from the tight, insidious little cups that held them. My
bottom wished for soothing kisses upon its scorched surface. A single
line, but it burned! It marked my cheeks right across the middle, where
they reached their fleshy apex. It was a hot line. An equator. I had an
equator now, and needed only other latitudes to be complete. My
Greenwich Meridian was already marked off. It split my globe into a right
cheek and a left cheek. You could poke your finger in it if you wished. You
could drive in, if you were heartless, to the center of my being. Who
would be my Jules, I wondered? My Jules Verne? WhoÕs submarine, full of
sea men, would make that journey? Nick gazed at me with flat, hard eyes.
His face was stubbled. Would he grow a Captain Nemo beard? He was not
Little Nemo, no. One look at his cock proved that. He was big, and he
longed to submerge himself in virgin explorations.
ÒStick out your bottom more. DonÕt be bashful,Ó Erika told me.
ÒNoooo,Ó I sighed. I rested still upon her palm. She squeezed the
center portion of my bare rump with her hand. Her fingers were long, taut,
like the riding crop sheÕd used on me.
ÒOne more,Ó Erika said. Her voice was soft, firm.
ÒNo, please!Ó I begged. My bottom still burned from the previous
stroke.
ÒSuch a bottom,Ó Erika cooed. ÒYou are too pretty not to be rewarded
for it.Ó She kissed me again. I straightened up. Her squeezing hand
frightened me. I sensed sheÕd been about to stick one of her fingers into
my ass.
Nick walked up to me. He kissed me. His face was rough against my
cheek. He dipped a finger into the front of my panites. He lifted his
finger. I saw it was coated with ice cream. He put it in his mouth,
watching me. He licked it half clean. Then he urged me to open my own
lips. Foolishly, I complied. He stuck his half-coated finger into my mouth.
ÒMmmmmf!Ó I said. Behind me, ErikaÕs hand pressed to my heinie.
She dug with one finger up into my cheeks. I sucked hard, desperately,
upon NickÕs finger.
ÒYou must be violated,Ó Erika told me, from behind.
ÒYEEEE-Hooooch!Ó I shouted. My eyes gaped. ErikaÕs finger wormed
up into me. Into my hindquarters. She found my back hole and stabbed her
finger into it. At the same time, Nick drove his finger deeper into my
mouth.
ÒMmmmmf!Ó I heard a gasp beside me. Larissa was watching. She
knew she was next. She clutched at the rose stems between her teeth, as
if they would save her. The blooms gave off a fresh, lovely scent.
ÒUnnghgh!Ó I groaned. ErikaÕs finger pushed deeper.
ÒDo not tighten yourself, Bambi,Ó Erika told me. ÒRelax. Relax your
cheeks.Ó I shouted as she accompanied her demand with another thrust of
her finger. It hurt me, her long, probing finger. It burrowed into my
bottom as if she were a physician examining me. She felt no guilt, no need
to hold back.
Nick pulled his finger from my lips. He replaced it with his own
mouth. I felt his tongue enter me. My own toungue fought him. He
overpowered mine. I felt his tongue slide, snake like, to the very back of
my throat.
ÒKiss her. I must strike her again,Ó Erika whispered to Nick. I
overheard. I screamed something inaudible and tried to tear my face away
from NickÕs.
Erika lifted her arm. She held aloft the crop. With her other hand
she pressed deep in my hole. I feared she would withdraw, leaving my
bottom defenseless against the crop. With her arm in the way, perhaps
she could not strike me. I tightened upon her finger.
ÒOh, you are so tight,Ó Erika scolded. ÒYou must learn to be
receptive.Ó She twisted her hand. Her finger turned inside me.
I felt a swish of air at my back. It struck! The crop burned across
the underside of my bottom.
ÒKOOOOOOOCH!Ó I shrieked. ErikaÕs crop bit into the softest part of
my ass, the underside, right above where my thighs met my bottom.
I stood facing into a corner. My hands were untied. They were well
occupied, though, for I had them pressed tightly against my backside.
I heard Nick laugh. He and Erika were preparing Larissa for our
party. Her hands were still bound. The front of her panties now held a big
scoop of ice cream. I listened, sniffling a little, as Erika pulled down the
rear of her swimsuit.
ÒTwo strokes, just like Bambi,Ó Erika warned her. A kiss from Nick,
invading LarissaÕs mouth, suppressed her response.
ÒWHACK!Ó ErikaÕs crop swatted hard against my friendÕs heinie. I
heard her groan. The sting was deep, I knew. I rubbed my own bottom in
sympathy. I had two equators now, burned into my ass. One cut across the
crest of my cheeks. The other one marred the lowest part of my tushy.
I breathed in. I breathed out. My breasts were freezing. Erika had
loosened my bra. I hoped that meant I would not receive any more
spankings. But then Erika had done a wicked thing. SheÕd treated my
nipples to their own scoops of ice cream. One for each breast. My bra
cups bulged over the cream-heightened mounds of my breasts. My nipples,
hardened by the cold, pressed into the frozen mush.
Between my legs the ice cream contained in my panties was slowly
melting. It formed long rivulets down the insides of my thighs, white
trails, leading down to my toes. Nobody seemed to notice that, placed into
the corner, I was no longer on the towel meant to catch my drips. I did not
tell them. Let ErikaÕs carpet get stained with ice cream. She had marked
my bottom.
ÒSettle down,Ó Erika admonished my friend. ÒStop wiggling. Where
youÕre going, youÕll be taught every facet of the art of love. You will not
be spared any part of it.Ó
I rubbed my heinie. IÕd learnt about crops today. I had not known of
them before. I thought they were only for horses.
We stood on the back of the boat. Erika, Nick, myself, Larissa.
Larissa and I stood holding our bottoms. They still hurt, but weÕd been
permitted to draw up the backs of our panties. I was grateful. I didnÕt
like exposing my bottom anymore. It was too dangerous.
Erika stood behind us. She was still naked, and now sheÕd removed
her tennis shoes. Only her sun visor remained, perched on her head. She
still held the crop in her hand. I shivered, nervous, and from the mess of
ice cream in my bra and my panties. I felt sticky. Nick coughed, cleared
his throat. He was standing beside Erika.
ÒThey should dive in now,Ó Nick told Erika. He was naked, like she
was. With one exception. Erika had insisted on putting a condom over his
erection. She was worried he might scrape his cock against the rocks
lining the inside of the underground tunnel.
ÒGirls,Ó Erika said. She came round in front of us. She stood a little
to the side. She brushed back her hair with her hand. We stood, watching
her. The shadow of the cliff had encroached across the deck of our boat as
we played our awful games in the rec room.
Erika lifted her crop. She held it between her breasts, like a trusted
friend. On either side of its stiff stem her breasts bulged, free and naked
and seemingly selfless. Her nipples were excited. ÒWe must go swimming
now, girls,Ó Erika told Larissa and I.
ÒOh, I donÕt want to get my hair wet!Ó Larissa answered. Her voice
was testy. Her face sulked.
ÒDonÕt make me smarten you up,Ó Erika warned Larissa. She flicked
her crop down. It brushed LarissaÕs breasts. My friend wore no bra. She
flinched as the crop lightly kissed her nipples. Larissa had gotten ice
cream put on her boobs, just like me, but Nick had licked it all off. Was I
jealous? I didnÕt know. NickÕs saliva glistened upon LarissaÕs teats. I
wished Nick had done me the same favor, if only to rid my breasts of the
ice cream I bore in my bra cups. My own nipples felt like they were
freezing off me!
The heat of the day was past. I felt a chill wind upon me. I sensed
we would have to jump into the water, for it would be warmer, retaining
the dayÕs heat. It, and the rocks. It would be warm inside the cave.
Erika had locked the door to the rec room. Nick had locked up the
boatÕs pilothouse. Yet I could not decide whether to obey Erika, or not.
Could I go back? Back to the far end of the shore? I contemplated it. The
word Ôhow?Õ entered my thinking. Yes, how? How would I do it? Nick and
Erika certainly werenÕt going back. They were going forward, into the
cave. Erika wouldnÕt let me drive her boat, by myself, of that I was sure.
Who knows, I probably would wreck it against the shoreline. I had no
experience driving a boat. Nick, too, couldnÕt help me. His car might be
fun to drive, but IÕd never driven at all. IÕd wind up smashing his car on
those winding roads leading down from the Catskills. Then none of us
would have any way home.
I couldnÕt walk back. That was out of the question. I had only my
obscene little bikini. Even that was a gift from Nick. He might take it
back. Then IÕd be naked, totally. I knew I couldnÕt go traipsing off through
the woods in my altogther. This was hunting season. There would be
hunters in the woods. I might get shot, mistaken for an animal. Or...
worse might happen.
Larissa pulled down the back of her panties. She looked at Erika,
afraid she might get in trouble for doing it. ÒMy bottom hurts,Ó Larissa
explained. Erika looked as if she would make a snide comment, but didnÕt.
I feared she might whack both of us, with her crop. Instead, I saw her bite
hard into the looped tip of her crop. She seemed to be contemplating just
what I feared, but decided against it.
ÒDonÕt do anything youÕre not told,Ó I whispered to Larissa. I didnÕt
want to get smacked again, because of her. Erika was awfully handy with
that crop.
ÒFuck you,Ó Larissa replied. It sounded cute, coming from her lips.
As if sheÕd never said it before, but now was trying it out.
ÒFuck you back,Ó I said. I stuck my tongue out at her.
ÒGirls, letÕs jump in,Ó Erika told Larissa and I. ÒInto the lake. You
first, Bambi. Then you, Erika, since you know lifesaving and can help her
if she gets stuck in the tunnel.Ó
ÒOh, I donÕt want to!Ó Larissa answered.
ÒThatÕs why I have my crop,Ó Erika said. ÒIÕll be bringing it along,
just in case you two decide to be naughty.Ó
Nick laid his hands on LarissaÕs shoulders. She flinched, shivered.
HIs penis pressed into her bottom. I looked at NickÕs hands. They looked
enormous, trapping her slim teenage shoulders in their grip.
ÒI require your complete obedience,Ó Nick whispered into LarissaÕs
ear. I was standing close enough to hear. She seemed to enjoy his
attention, despite his words. She sank back against him. She gasped as
her bottom was invaded, right to its hole, by NickÕs cock. I supposed he
would reach down, grab her hindquarters, wrench her open back there and
enter her rectum. But he didnÕt. Instead, he continued to hold her by her
shoulders. The natural tightness of LarissaÕs anus kept him from entering
her depths by accident.
Nick looked at me. I felt suddenly delighted for his attention. I
pushed out my breasts. My tummy, already flat, seemed to withdraw
somewhere it would not return from. My hips displayed their flare more
prominently.
ÒYouÕre skinny,Ó Nick told me. I felt offended. I frowned at him.
ÒMy boobs arenÕt skinny,Ó I answered.
ÒGet in the water,Ó Nick said. ÒCan you dive?Ó
ÒOf course!Ó I replied. ÒI go to the pool every day!Ó
ÒThen dive in,Ó Nick said. ÒNothing graceless, like a cannonball, or a
simple jump. Dive like a swan. WeÕll follow you.Ó
I remembered the gag that lay loosely around my neck. I lifted my
arms and reached behind my neck. ÒCan I take this off?Ó I asked Nick. ÒI
donÕt want to hang myself on it, swimming underwater.Ó
ÒGo ahead,Ó Nick nodded. ÒYouÕre useless to me if you get hung up in
the cave, and drown.Ó
ÒCould you unlock my collar too?Ó I asked him.
ÒSorry, I canÕt unlock it. The keyÕs back at my house,Ó Nick told me.
ItÕs tight around your neck, anyway. DonÕt worry about it.Ó
ÒAnd I suppose I can keep my bikini on?Ó I asked Nick. He smiled at
me.
ÒFor a little while,Ó Nick answered.
I undid the gag. It fell to the deck. I didnÕt bother to pick it up. I
wanted to kick it off the boat, into the water. But I was afraid Erika
would swat me for doing that.
I shook out my hair. I blushed. I felt proud of myself, with all of
them staring at me, waiting for me to dive. I stepped to the
disembarkment space, between the rope railing that fenced off the boat. I
took a deep breath. My breasts nearly broke free of my bra. I straightened
it.
ÒHere goes,Ó I said aloud. I think I was speaking more to myself than
to them. Then I leaned forward a little. I stared at the water. It looked
cold, but I knew it would be warmer than the water.
SPOOSH! I dove. The minute I struck the water, I felt my bikini fly
off me. My bosoms were bared. My panties were forced down my hips.
Larissa saw my bottom appear, under the water, as I ended my dive in a
supple glide, through the water, just under the lakeÕs surface. When my
head popped up, I heard her laughing.
I yanked up on my panties. With a bit of a struggle I got them up my
thighs and back around my hips. I was grateful to realize most of the ice
cream had been washed off. My cunt lips could be warm and comfortable
again. My nipples no longer felt as if they were stuck at the North Pole.
Larissa stepped away from Nick. She tossed back her hair. She
grinned at me. As I watched her, struggling to get my bra back together, I
saw her reach for her panties.
ÒShould I dive now, Nick?Ó Larissa asked him, without turning to
face him.
Nick stepped forward. ÒYes,Ó he said. He reached for her bottom. I
thought he might smack her, to make her hurry up. But instead, he yanked
up the back of her panties. She got a wedgie. It startled her, but it hardly
served to cover the back of her ass. Her panties were simply too small,
even with them yanked up as high as they could go.
ÒPerhaps I donÕt need these anymore,Ó Larissa said. She reached for
the drawstring on the right side of her hips. Looking at me, but aware of
Nick behind her, she undid the ties. She drew the strings apart. She held
them, tentatively, as if she might wish to re-tie them again. She showed
me her pubic hair. The drawstrings on the left side of her hips remained
together.
ÒIÕll show you mine if you show me yours,Ó Larissa said to me, in a
teasing voice.
ÒNo way,Ó I replied. ÒIÕm keeping my panties on.Ó
ÒNot even your boobs?Ó Larissa asked. She thrust out her chest,
showing hers prominently, for sheÕd had them bare all afternoon.
ÒNope,Ó I said.
Larissa stuck her tongue out at me. ÒYouÕre a spoil sport,Ó she said.
She frowned and retied the right side of her panties. She reached back
behind herself and pulled the back of her swimsuit out of her ass. ÒStep
aside,Ó she told me. ÒIÕm coming in.Ó
I got out of the way just in time. With a skillful dive, Larissa
splashed into the water beside me. When she surfaced, she looked at me.
She seemed refreshed. Her eyes were bright and glowing. She looked up at
Nick.
ÒCÕmon in!Ó she called to him. ÒThe waterÕs fine!Ó
ÒIn a sec,Ó Nick answered. ÒI have to pee first.Ó He approached the
edge of the boat, and stuck out his penis.
ÒNick! No!Ó Larissa and I cried. Before we could get away, he yanked
off his condom. Pee was already spurting from his penis as he pulled it
off. He swivelled his hips, back and forth, spraying the water. His pee hit
both me and Larissa.
ÒOoooh! Yuck! WeÕre getting peed on!Ó Larissa gasped. Some of
NickÕs pee fell into her mouth. Suddenly, seeing a chance to best her, I
surged forward toward the boat. I opened my lips. Facing into NickÕs
stream of pee, I received, willingly, some of it on my tongue.
ÒYouÕre perverted,Ó Larissa whined behind me.
ÒYum!Ó I replied. I let Nick pee in my mouth until his stream
shortened. Then, careful not to swallow, letting the pee fall from my open
lips even as it struck them, I followed his dying stream right up against
the side of the boat. I let my mouth remain open until every drop he had to
offer me had dripped into my mouth.
ÒThatÕs the spirit!Ó Erika complimented me. ÒLarissa, you should
honor whetever fluid your master offers you, like Bambi here.Ó
ÒIÕm not a pervert,Ó Larissa answered.
ÒThereÕs no perversion at such a party as weÕre going to,Ó Erika told
her. ÒHere weÕre free. Our whole purpose in being together is to explore
each other. And ourselves. In a few days weÕll be back to our normal
lives. But, for now, we must enjoy the opportunity to make free with each
other.Ó
I rinsed out my mouth by dipping my face below the surface of the
lake. I drew in water, fishlike, then expelled it. The water of the lake
tasted sweet and fresh. Erika dove in while I was doing it. She splashed
down to my right, careful to avoid me and Larissa. At least in diving, she
was polite. But glancing at her underwater, I saw sheÕd brought along her
crop.
Nick was next. He made quite a splash, coming in. I wondered if it
stung his penis, plunging into the water like that. It was so big, and stiff.
Glancing at him underwater I saw it sticking out from between his legs. I
hoped no fish came along and, thinking it to be some big, delicious worm,
bit into it.
Nick found the cave for me, in the side of the cliff. It was a flooded,
underwater cave, and I gazed at it, fearing it would swallow me up. Then I
resurfaced. I took a big breath. My boobs popped free of my bra and I had
to take a moment to get them tucked back into the cups. Then I drew
another breath, more carefully. I dive underwater again. I found the cave
entrance. Nick was still down there, waiting for me. He pointed at the
cave. Larissa and Erika, meanwhile, were running out of air. They
resurfaced to fill their lungs as I, knowing I had to move quickly, dove into
the cave mouth. I didnÕt want to waste any time waiting for them, and end
up drowning.
Inside the cave it was pitch black. But as I swam a little bit deeper,
I suddenly saw a light. It was above me. It was circular in shape. It was
the caveÕs exit! I guessed I could reach it with a few bold strokes. A
moment later, swimming hard, I surfaced.
ÒOh! HereÕs one of them!Ó I heard a girl shout. I gazed up. She leaned
over the small pool that I found myself swimming in. She reached down a
hand. She was nude, save for a pair of white panties. They were swim
panties, tied up at the sides of her hips with drawstrings, just like mine.
I reached up, accepted her hand. Her bare breasts swung in my face. She
had big ones. They bumped my nose as I let her pull me out.
ÒMy, youÕre well dressed!Ó the girl teased, once I was on dry land.
ÒThanks, you too,Ó I answered. She had bright eyes, a cheerful
demeanor. When I saw how slim she was I wondered how she had the
strength to yank me up out of the pool. She had a delicate, elfin-like face.
Her hair wasnÕt wet, like mine, but dry. It fell in gorgeous blonde curls
round her shoulders, which were the narrowest shoulders IÕd ever seen.
Beneath them her boobs seemed to grow and grow from her chest. They
were quite round, yet at their tips, as if to give an extra, goddess-like
boost to her mammaries, they formed into gourds. At the end of each
sumptuous tit was a light pink nipple. It stuck up, already excited.
The girl took my hand. I accepted it, but glanced around. We were in
a stone room. Its walls had an uneven surface. It had obviously been
carved over millions of years by the rising and falling of the lake. I hoped
the lake didnÕt decide to rise while we were in here.
ÒCome on,Ó the girl said. ÒWe have our own bedroom down here!Ó
She tugged at my hand.
ÒWait!Ó I cried. I felt her pull me forward. ÒWhatÕs your name?Ó I
asked.
ÒSherry!Ó she answered. ÒLetÕs go make love.Ó
ÒBut...Ó I protested. Yet she pulled me along, and soon we had
retreated into a cave. It led away from the cavern where IÕd surfaced.
Lanterns lit the cave walls. We passed underneath them. The ceiling
of the cave was high. The lanters had been placed high up on the walls to
give off the maximum illumination.
I felt warm. It was not cold in here, as it had been out on the lake
surface. ÒWhen did you come here?Ó I asked Sherry.
ÒThis morning,Ó she answered. ÒThen Erika went back, to fetch you.Ó
ÒIs there anyone else down here?Ó I asked.
ÒThree of us,Ó Sherry replied. ÒMe, another girl, and two guys.Ó She
grinned at me. ÒYouÕll like them. Both the guys are quite well endowed,
and the girl is terrific. I just met her this morning!Ó
We approached another passageway. It had a low entrance. We had
to duck under stalagtites to get within.
ÒHi!Ó I heard. I looked up. To my surprise, the passageway proved to
be a cavern, like the one IÕd surfaced in, arriving from the lake. But it was
more than that. The other room had been decorated only with lanterns.
Here, there were lanterns, but much more. I saw a sofa. Several chairs
were arranged around the room. There was a big mirror. A nightstand.
There were condoms on the nightstand, plus vials of lubricant. In the
center of the room, a very large bed waited. Nearby, a girl sat perched on
one of the arms of the sofa. She was licking a lollipop. But she was at
least 20, not a child. She had no clothes on.
ÒI just changed the sheets!Ó she assured us.
ÒThanks,Ó Sherry answered. ÒWhere are Jim and Walter?Ó
ÒThey went off to pee,Ó the nude girl replied. She had dark pubic
hair. The hair on her head was black. It hung down round her face in long,
straight strands. Her skin was flawlessly white and for a moment I
feared she might be a vampire. But she had big, deep blue eyes, and they
made her look quite gentle, even submissive. When she shifted her posture
on the arm of the chair, I saw she had red slash marks across her derriere.
She winced. I realized someone had whipped her.
Sherry turned to face me. She smiled. ÒLetÕs play,Ó she suggested.
She reached for the drawstrings on her panties. Confidently, still gazing
at me, she began to untie one of them.
Despite my better instincts, I reached for my own swimsuit
bottoms. I felt energetic. Did she really mean that we were to play
together? In bed? Without thinking, I copied her. I undid the right side of
my bikini and found myself staring as she revealed her bush.
It was, as you might imagine, an ordinary girlÕs bush. A small
cluster of hairs, placed neatly between her legs, formed an inverted
triangle. But I felt a thrill, all the same. We showed each other our
privates as if we were small girls, in a back yard, introducing our secret
places to each other for the first time. I let Sherry stare at mine as I
stared at hers. Then she dropped her panties. With one side already
opened, they slid partway down her legs. The remaining tie clung to her,
but it couldnÕt fight the pull of gravity. As I watched, her panties, with a
helpful push from her hands, skittered down to her feet.
I got cold feet. I stood there, still gazing into her bush, holding in
my hands the two drawstrings IÕd untied. My right hip was bare. My left
hip still felt the snug embrace of the drawstring on that side of my waist.
ÒYou canÕt go to bed with wet panties,Ó Sherry admonished me. Her
voice was light, sweet. ÒOr a wet bra,Ó she said. She reached up and, her
own breasts swinging gently before me, she pushed up my bra cups. My
nipples popped out. She smiled at how stiff they were. Lightly, she
grasped them. She gave each a slight twist.
ÒOh!Ó I gasped.
ÒAre you into pain?Ó Sherry asked.
ÒNo,Ó I breathed.
ÒBut you are the virgin, arenÕt you?Ó Sherry said. She patted my
breasts, as if to make up for having pinched them. The she turned me,
slightly, and undid the drawstring that held my bra to my back.
ÒOh! IÕm not sure--Ó I protested. But I felt my bra undone, all the
same. With reluctant fingers I let go of the part of my panties IÕd untied.
My panties sagged round my hips. The half IÕd untied fell, leaving only my
left hip to save me. Sherry reached down and, with the lightest push,
caused my panties to fall to the floor.
ÒThere,Ó she said. She lifted my bra off my head as I stood staring
down at my feet. As I contemplated whether or not to pull my panties
back up, Sherry relieved me of my bra. It was still damp, from my swim.
But my skin was almost dry. My hair hung down my back, drying slowly. It
felt like a big wet rope.
ÒLetÕs get you a hair dryer, for both your hair on your head and down
there,Ó Sherry said. She pressed her palm with easy familiarity against
my private. I shivered. She kissed my cheek. She led me across the room,
to the nightstand. On the floor beside it, lying on the living rock of the
cavern, was a modern, battery-operated hair dryer. It looked incongrous,
lying there, a new device lying on a stone floor that was millions of years
old.
Sherry picked up the hair dryer. She turned it on. It made a buzzing
sound.
ÒIÕll dry your hair for you,Ó Sherry told me. ÒSpread your legs.Ó
Instead of going to my head, to dry my hair there, she placed a hand
between my legs and intruded the hair dryer between them. I felt a warm
rush of air against my private.
ÒOh, I donÕt really need-- !!Ó I squeaked.
ÒShhhh,Ó Sherry said. Gently she rotated the hair dryer around. I
felt its exhalation of air against my cunt lips.
ÒOhhhh,Ó I breathed. The feel of the warm, hot air made me moisten
myself, even as Sherry tried to get me dry.
ÒYouÕre excited,Ó she said. ÒTry to relax. Or do you wish to orgasm
now? I can rub your spot for you, if I can find it.Ó
ÒItÕs right... there,Ó I replied. I placed my finger down between my
legs and touched the special place between them. ÒOooooh!Ó I suddenly
screamed. Her hair dryer was driving me crazy! IÕd dried my own hair
before, this way, of course. But the combination of playing on the boat,
and not finding fulfillment, only teasing, plus the strange, erotic place I
now found myself in, made me desperate to be naughty. I rubbed my snatch
with just one finger, afraid to use more, lest I embarrass myself, yet
hungry for the touch my finger could bring.
ÒMy, such an eager beaver!Ó Sherry said. She lifted the hair dryer to
my head. My finger remained on my clit. ÒGo ahead, rub!Ó Sherry told me.
ÒMake yourself cum if you wish. WeÕre all free to do as we like, even to
masturbate.Ó
ÒOh I donÕt want to but...!Ó I gritted. I tried to stop myself, but my
urge became implacable. Sherry smiled, began drying my head. I sighed. I
suppressed a scream. My finger worked diligently between my legs. Then,
with Sherry pampering me, I came suddenly on my finger.
ÒOoooh, now youÕre quite wet,Ó Sherry said. She kissed my cheek.
ÒNaughty girl.Ó
ÒI know...Ó I replied.
ÒOh, you like spankings!Ó Sherry said. She touched a hand to the
cheeks of my ass. They tensed, feeling her touch.
ÒNo,Ó I replied. ÒErika whipped me. With a riding crop.Ó
ÒPoor baby,Ó Sherry answered. Lightly she kissed my cheek. ÒWeÕll
get in bed and help your ass feel all better, okay?Ó
ÒMmmm,Ó I answered. I was still recovering from my orgasm. I
longed to come yet again. I wished not to, though, afraid IÕd look like a
slut. My hands played across my hips, uncertainly, dying to dive back
between my legs.
When my hair was dry, Sherry led me to the big mirror. She had me
gaze into it with her. She put a hand round my waist. She had a nice tan,
as I did. But without any clothes, we stood gazing at the white parts of
our bodies, where our bikini bras and bottoms were supposed to be.
ÒWeÕre the bare hip girls!Ó Sherry said at our reflections in the
mirror. Her large breasts wiggled their gourd-like tips as she spoke. I
found myself laughing. I felt sexy. I had a brand-new body and I was just
beginning to explore its potential.
ÒAre we-- are we going to make love?Ó I asked in a small voice.
ÒSure,Ó Sherry replied. ÒItÕll make us both nice and juicy for the
men,Ó she said. She looked gravely at me in the mirror. ÒAnd you a little
juicier,Ó she added.
ÒMmmmm, IÕm sorry,Ó I answered. ÒI didnÕt mean to play with
myself.Ó
ÒWeÕll be playing with each other in a minute,Ó Sherry told me.
ÒHave you ever kissed another girlÕs cunt?Ó
ÒNo!Ó I replied, surprised.
ÒYou have a lot to learn, then,Ó Sherry said. ÒWe better get started
before you get any older. I got laid at age 12!Ó
I looked at her. She looked about the same age as the nude girl
sitting on the couch. 20, perhaps 19. I felt her hand pull on mine. She
drew me away from the mirror. We crossed over to the big bed. Its cover
sheet and blanket were already pulled down. It had three big pillows at
its head. I spied something black curling out from underneath one of them.
ÒOh! A whip!Ó I cried, shocked.
ÒJust in case you want any more,Ó Sherry said. She pressed a finger
into the right cheek of my bottom. ÒGet in.Ó
ÒIÕm not really sleepy,Ó I replied. The tail of that whip frightened
me. It was thick, sinuous. At its end it bore a sharp-looking knot.
ÒThis bed isnÕt for sleeping in,Ó Sherry said. ÒNot right now,
anyway.Ó She pressed a hand to my backside. ÒGet in,Ó she repeated. ÒOr
do you like to be treated roughly?Ó
ÒNo,Ó I said.
ÒI like it rough,Ó the girl on the sofa, across the room, chimed in. I
looked at her. She was breathtakingly white, without so much as a tan,
yet she liked it rough? Well, the skin of her bottom wasnÕt white.
Someone had let her feel a whip there. Perhaps the very one I now saw
lurking beneath the bedÕs center pillow.
ÒCome on, we both need to be in bed when the men return,Ó Sherry
said. She pushed me, hard. I went sprawling across the bed.
Sherry kneed her way onto the bed. She plopped her bare ass
squarely on the bedÕs center pillow. She leaned back against the bedÕs
wooden headboard. She spread her legs. The whip tail snaked out between
them.
ÒPlease eat my cunt,Ó Sherry told me. ÒI want to get nice and juicy,
like you are.Ó
I gazed at her furry mount. ÒIÕve never done that,Ó I answered.
ÒJust stick out your tongue, silly. Then stick it in me,Ó Sherry
replied, matter-of-factly.
ÒIf it helps, IÕll leave,Ó the girl across the room announced. ÒI think
I hear someone coming.Ó She giggled at the double-meaning. ÒOr, if
theyÕre not, they soon will be!Ó she added. ÒIÕd better go check who it is.Ó
The girl got up from the sofa. She padded from the room. Her bare
feet slapped the stone floor. She sounded like Gollum. Did that make me
Galadriel?
I gazed at my hostess. She lay waiting. Her finger, impatient,
touched the curls of her pubic hair. She was like me, wanting pleasure,
but not quite willing to do it herself.
ÒOh, alright,Ó I relented. ÒThereÕs a first time for everything, and I
guess this is my weekend to try things.Ó
ÒMmmmm, yes!Ó Sherry answered. She opened her legs wider. Her
slit beckoned. I saw it was already moist.
With a sudden animal-like instinct, afraid of myself, yet wanting to
please, I slithered up the bed. I lay with my head and body between
SherryÕs wide open legs. I smelled her. Her essence. It wasnÕt
unpleasant, though IÕd have preferred to sniff the excited sex of a man.
Perhaps Nick would find me here, sniffing and licking at SherryÕs pubis.
He would get excited, perhaps instantly, to the point of having to give me
what I wanted. What I was afraid to demand.
I arched my hips. I stuck out my tongue. I pushed my head between
SherryÕs legs. I touched her labial lips, at their apex.
ÒOoooooh!Ó Sherry cried. Her voice was loud. I felt her legs tense.
Did she want more, or not, I wondered? I grasped her thighs. They were
strong, but slim. I slipped my hands up them. Her skin was incredibly
smooth. I played my fingers across the white untanned space stretching
across her hips, where her bikini panties were supposed to be.
ÒMmmmm,Ó Sherry said. Her voice seemed receptive. I took it for a
cue for me to continue. I extended my tongue. I placed it between her cunt
lips. I began to lick.
ÒYesss,Ó Sherry hissed. Her back arched. She pushed her hips out. I
felt a convulsion pass through her body, her belly. I felt between the lips
of her cunt for her spot. ÒA little higher,Ó Sherry urged. I moved my
toungue upwards. ÒMmmm, mmmm, mmmm,Ó Sherry sighed. Each of her
sighs was fraught with passion. Then, I found it. Her most special place.
Another spasm tore through her. Her hips heaved.
ÒGo ahead, spend in my face,Ó I said with sudden abandon. IÕd never
had a girl cum in my face before. I was eager to try it. Was it really as
great as the lesbian girl in my gym class said it was? I doubted it, but I
probed Sherry more deeply with my tongue, anyway, if only to make her
scream.
ÒYes!Ó Sherry urged. She spread her legs even wider than they
already were. She wrenched her hips up from the pillow. She let out a
frustrated, yet delicious, moan. Her hips collapsed against the pillow and,
almost immediately, she wrenched them upward again.
ÒOoooh!Ó I suddenly cried. Her pleasure aroused me. I plunged my
hands down between my own legs, even as my mouth continued to work at
the juncture of hers. I found my own place, where my pleasure resided.
ÒLick, doggie!Ó Sherry begged. I tongued her. Yet I tittilated myself,
too. Waves of desire began washing through me.
I felt two shadows fall across the bed. They seemed to fall directly
over my bottom. I froze. I felt eyes staring at me, at my arched-up tushy.
ÒDo you want something?Ó a male voice asked.
ÒNo,Ó I squeaked. I wished I could hide under the bed covers. But
they were down at my feet.
ÒI think she wants something,Ó a male voice laughed. ÒGod, what an
ass!Ó
A hand slapped my bottom.
ÒYeeoch!Ó I shrieked. My cheeks, shocked, drew together as tightly
as they could.
ÒLooks like weÕre not the only ones to admire it,Ó the first male said
to his friend. ÒLook.Ó
ÒIt needs more marks than that, donÕt you think?Ó the other man
answered. ÒWhereÕd we stash the whip?Ó
ÒSheÕs sitting on it,Ó the first male replied.
ÒFigures,Ó the other one answered. ÒSheÕs not nearly as receptive to
a good spanking as Bridget is.Ó
ÒMmmm,Ó the first man agreed. ÒSherry! Get off the damn whip!Ó
ÒNooooo. I donÕt want to be spanked!Ó Sherry blurted. I reached back,
behind myself. I clapped my hands protectively over my bottom cheeks.
Then, sticking my tongue back into my new friendÕs dell, I decided to lick
her right to the finish line of her pleasure.
A few minutes later we both rose from the bed. Sherry looked
bleary-eyed. I would have, too, but IÕd been too intent on protecting my
ass. I hadnÕt used them on my pussy. I had instead clutched my hind end,
fearful of using them to rub my dell to fulfillment. I looked at the men.
They looked at me. They seemed to like what they saw, and I blushed.
ÒHi,Ó one of the men said to me.
ÒHi,Ó I answered. Then, quite bashfully, I asked, ÒWhatÕs your
name?Ó I couldnÕt help looking at his penis as I did so. It was long and
hard and looked like it would begin shooting sperm at any moment. I hoped
he didnÕt splatter it all over me, if he did. Then again... My wandered in
pleasurable circles. I looked at the other manÕs equipment. Would I really
lose my virginity? Now? A part of me could barely wait. Yet they both
looked too big to have me. Perhaps I needed a guy my own age.
ÒIÕm Jim,Ó the man closest to me answered. He towered over me. I
felt small under his gaze. He gestured to the man beside him. ÒThis is
Walter,Ó he said. It was a strange way to make introductions. We were
all naked. The menÕs dicks stuck at me like broom handles. I clasped
SherryÕs hand. We were as nude as they were. Our slits brimmed with
moisture, inviting them to stick us where they pleased.
ÒLie back on the bed,Ó Jim told me. I complied. I didnÕt want to
resist anymore. ÒLift your knees,Ó he instructed. I glanced at him, at his
penis. Then, blushing fiercely, I pulled up my knees. I placed my feet flat
on the bed. ÒSpread your legs. Let me see your virgin cunt,Ó Jim told me.
I obeyed. I felt the lips of my cunt, exposed under his gaze. ÒMmmm,
delicious,Ó Jim commented. ÒThis is the virgin, isnÕt it?Ó he asked. He
glanced at Sherry.
ÒShe says theyÕre both virgins,Ó Sherry replied.
ÒOh, yeah. WhereÕs Nick?Ó Jim asked her.
ÒI think they just came through,Ó Sherry answered. ÒBridget went to
get them.Ó
ÒFine, fine,Ó Jim said. ÒHe gets to pick one. We get the other one.Ó
He looked over at Walter. ÒGo see if theyÕre here yet.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Walter answered. He turned. He left the room. I watched
his small, manly ass as he departed, bending low so he could negotiate his
way under the stalagtites. I liked his bottom, but I couldnÕt decide which
man I liked best. They were so fine. Both were big and strapping, like
football players. Navy SEALs.
I looked between my spread legs, at Jim. ÒWill this hurt?Ó I asked
him. My voice was nervous.
ÒWeÕll go slow,Ó Jim answered. ÒRub yourself. I want to see you
very excited, first. It will help lessen the pain when I enter you.Ó
ÒMmmm. It will be you, then,Ó I said. I slipped my hand down my
belly. I touched the hole of my navel.
ÒThatÕs not your cunt,Ó Jim teased me.
ÒI know,Ó I breathed. My hand passed lower. I felt the hairs of my
pubis. I pushed my fingers lower still. Between my legs, where my wet
little nest lay. Softly, I began to rub.
ÒOoooh!Ó I squealed.
ÒYes,Ó Jim urged me. ÒMake yourself as wet as you can.Ó
ÒOkay...Ó I replied. I massaged my sex. I thought of his as I did so.
His was big, bulky. I was small, a tight little hole. Was I really prepared
to take his thing up me? I stroked between my lips and hoped I was.
There was no turning back now.
ÒPrepare for a long ride,Ó I heard Jim say. He stepped forward. He
leaned over me. My eyes, lidded with pleasure, popped open. I stared at
him anew. ÒGoing up,Ó he breathed to me. And then he stabbed into me. I
felt a sharp sting.
ÒMy hymen!Ó I cried. I heard Sherry laugh.
ÒBye, bye!Ó Sherry said.
ÒNo... pull out! I want to lose it to Nick instead,Ó I said suddenly.
But I felt blood between my legs, and knew it was too late. I was undone.
Jim pushed into me more deeply. I gasped.
ÒUhn!Ó Jim groaned. His voice was deep, throaty. I felt the flexing
of his primary muscle, inside me. Would he shoot now? No, he said it
would be a long ride. I splayed my legs wider. I began to feel a desire
emerge again to accomodate him. I hoped it didnÕt make me a slut.
Walter returned. He was alone.
ÒWhat?!Ó he bellowed. Then, seeing the inevitable was already under
way, he merely groused, as one who has lost an opportunity, ÒYouÕve
started already.Ó He might have been angrier, under normal
circumstances, but the open passion of the circumstances overwhelmed
him.
ÒTake the mouth,Ó Jim growled. I was no longer a real girl, I was
property. I felt a sudden fright at my status. IÕd never been property
before, turned to the uses of male desire. I felt Jim plunge deeper. He
seemed to expand within me, to grow suddenly harder. He gave a wild,
almost resigned, groan. Even as a novice female in these affairs, I could
tell he was about to cum. I clung to his shoulders. I felt him press into
me with a hardness that drove to the very depths of my soul. His cock
wrenched a scream from me as it banged against the deepest part of my
uterus. He was in all the way. He was slamming against the back wall of
my uterus. His seed was contained now in a tumultuous penis, and backed
by a large pair of balls that was churning with the need to fertilize me.
My eggs waited. His mind was fighting to hold back his seed, just another
minute, at least, yet I squeezed him hard, demanding my fertilization take
place. My womb begged for fulfillment. I felt myself buck. Yes! I had not
done that before. Despite the pain, the newness of my cunt as it was
forcibly deflowered, I liked the feeling. I bumped my hips up again. Jim,
despite his brawn, despite his huge heaviness lying atop me, his rippling
muscles impressing themselves into my small, fragile body, could not
control himself, as heÕd promised. He spurted suddenly into me.
I shrieked. I was being flooded! My a manÕs jism! It was a horrible
thought, suddenly. That creature IÕd always been warned about, The Man,
had himself on top of me and was using his penis to flood my inner being.
Jet after jet expelled itself into me. JimÕs balls were no longer a safe
home for his seed. Now they were commanded to leave, down the long
shaft of his cock. His sperm would find a quiet, nurturing home, in my
eggs.
My mind was awhirl. Had I taken birth control? I couldnÕt remember.
I was only 13. Such matters did not always rise to the top of a girl in
eight gradeÕs Ôagenda,Õ so to speak. A few of my friends (we called them
Ôwhores,Õ behind their backs), had taken to using birth control on a regular
basis. But the rest of my friends simply played with it, taking it very
occasionally, or not at all.
I was torn. I liked the idea of being a virgin, of not ÔneedingÕ birth
control. At the same time, there was a salaciousness, born of its
forbidden quality for 13-year-old girl, in taking a pill now and then. But
now I literally couldnÕt remember what IÕd done. A part of me felt proud.
Let the hot seed come. Let it overwhelm my womb. I would give his juice
a place to rest from its efforts. It would be safe with me. It would grow
into a handsome boy who made his mother proud by being a great warrior.
A new Navy SEAL, born of myself and the real, panting SEAL who groaned
atop me.
Walter, meanwhile, despite being late to our party, had not forgotten
JimÕs offer. I was shocked to feel my lips pried apart. I opened my eyes.
I expected to see Jim. But JimÕs hands were lifting my bottom, opening
me more as he continued to fuck me. I saw a hairy belly and found myself
underneath a manÕs crotch. His hairy balls banged my forehead. I smelled
him. It was a deep scent of Brusk. A huge column of flesh crossed over
my vision and my mouth was required to take the feel of his cock.
Precum swirled from the tip of his penis and over my toungue. I
feared he would go too deep, yet at the same time I felt a deep need to
accomodate him. To help control his penis, to keep it from going in too
far, and yet to also give it a home, even as I was doing for JimÕs (perhaps,
even, afraid IÕd lose it somehow), I closed my lips over it. I sucked upon
it. It filled my mouth. Its girth made my cheeks bulge. Yet, despite its
intrusiveness, I began yanking on it with my teeth and lips, clutching it as
if it were a straw. I would receive a vanilla milkshake through the tip of
his cock. His cock, that heÕd just peed with a few minutes earlier.
ÒGod! How this girl SUCKS!Ó Walter exclaimed.
I drew harder. I was naughty. I wasnÕt to be denied. IÕd show him
that even a novice 13-year-old possessed bewitching properties that
could drive even a Navy SEAL mad. He might be able to resist AmericaÕs
enemies, but he could not resist me.
Jim, having run his course, lay atop me. He was still within me, his
cock gradually shrinking. With a sudden graciousness, a concern for my
well-being, (and also to give Walter more room), he rose into a crouch
above me.
ÒWho was out there?Ó Jim asked.
Walter, I sensed, was the junior of the two, and he answered,
dutifully, ÒA girl.Ó
ÒReally?!Ó Jim asked. Walter grunted. I wondered if he liked JimÕs
question, since it distracted him, just a little, from my own mouth, with
greedily sucked him. (Not sluttily, though. I needed to keep him from
choking me.)
ÒWho was it?Ó Jim insisted.
ÒA girl,Ó Walter said. He was regaining control of his senses. He
pulled his penis back a little from my grasp. Then, expertly, apparently
concerned for my welfare, he introduced it a little deeper. I bit hard on
his shaft. He winced. He grabbed my nostrils. I was suddenly unable to
breathe. In response, I popped open my mouth. He jammed himself deeper.
I screamed.
He was too deep! I gagged. I felt his cock against the back of my
throat. Quite casually, he looked up at Jim. He had succeeded Jim. He
found a way to control me, to drive me, to use me as a receptacle for his
cockÕs pleasure. He would not cum so soon, I realized, as the boastful Jim
had.
Jim ignored my protests. Like two men in a gym, one of them
exercising, one merely watching, he said, quite calmly, ÒIt was a girl. But
she was only 12. Nice body, though. Apparently she sneaks into the cave
to pick flowers. She comes by that upper route we found yesterday.Ó
Walter gave a gasp, tensed, then regained control of his organ. He drew
back a little, letting me breathe. ÒYou know,Ó he continued, to Jim, that
entrance we found yesterday, when we went exploring after we peed.
ÒShit! Someone found out about us!Ó Jim said.
ÒSheÕs actually being coming here for awhile. Not to cum, of
course,Ó he grinned. ÒApparently she thought this was some kind of
private hotel, one she didnÕt know and couldnÕt find, except through what
she called Ômy secret entrance.Õ She told me she comes down here to pick
wildflowers. There are some, she claims, that grow in hidden places,
where the sun manages to shine through a few hours a day. Just enough
to--Ó he grunted. He repositioned his fullness in my mouth to insure I
could still breathe. Ò--to grow flowers,Ó he ended. ÒI think she fools
around with our stuff, too, though she didnÕt admit to that. And she covers
her tracks when she leaves. You know, carefully adjusting and
straightening anything sheÕs bumped or played with.Ó
ÒGod! IÕd love to meet her,Ó Jim, whose cock I still held in my body,
commented. It was a casual conversation, except for WalterÕs occasional
seizures of pleasure. His pauses to adjust himself in my mouth. They
were men, Ôtalking football,Õ so to speak. I had been reduced at last to a
kind of receptive couch for them.
ÒShe looks cute in her bikini,Ó Walter said. ÒSmall breasts, but
definitely one with promise. Full, you know. And of course IÕm sure
theyÕll grow quite large, given her age. Those kind of girls, the ones who
start filling out early, sometimes wind up with the biggest breasts of
all.Ó
ÒIÕd love to grow them bigger by sucking on them,Ó Jim mused.
ÒWell, go and find her then,Ó Walter said. ÒBut donÕt jump on her.
You know.Ó He gasped as I fought to control him. My tongue pressed on his
pee tip and attempted to push him back a little. ÒSheÕs obviously a
virgin,Ó he said.
ÒWhatÕs her name?Ó Jim asked.
ÒAmber,Ó Walter grunted.
ÒLike the precious stone,Ó Jim said. He drew back from me a little,
taking his cock with him. I felt him slide out. My vagina gripped him, as
if begging him not to leave. But he slid inexorably back, and further back.
HeÕd already been used extensively by Sherry and Bridget. He had no
strength left, at the moment. HeÕd been constantly fucking for a full day.
His cock, exhausted, slipped from my gripping lips.
Walter, meanwhile, having satisfied JimÕs curiousity, now decided
to force himself to climax in my mouth. I tried to stop him. But my saliva
betrayed me. It kept his penis slick and wet. His own pre-cum, now
expelling itself freely into my mouth, made my tongue and lips slick and
oily.
ÒUhn,Ó Walter said. It was a pleased expression. He was getting
exactly what he wanted from me, at his own pace.
I heard footsteps. A moment later, as I lay half-gagged in the room,
uttering little puffs of air as Walter allowed me to catch quick breaths, I
felt Larissa enter the room. Gazing somehow out of the corner of my eye,
past the massive cock which loomed over me, I saw her. She squealed
when she saw me. Impulsively she drove her hand into her bikini bottoms.
I could see the outline of her slim fingers against the nylon. She began to
rub her pussy.
ÒOh!Ó Sherry exclaimed. She entered behind Nick. I saw she was
holding the man by his penis. It was enlarged. Her hand was small. Yet
she controlled him, by his organ, as casually as a mistress guiding her dog
by its leash. Helpfully she drew upon him. They both came closer to the
bed.
ÒGod Damn! YouÕve already started!Ó Nick swore. I didnÕt know
whether he meant with me, or with themselves, not waiting until heÕd
arrived. Yet his excitement was heightened by SherryÕs constant,
deliberate tug. Each one made him flinch, just a little. He reminded me of
a horse, rough, unbroken, a great stallion, full of himself, yet tamed by the
gentle, persuasive, soft hand of a woman. He followed her to the bed. I
felt their weight upon it as they got in.
ÒHhih, Ncick!Ó I gasped over WalterÕs cock.
ÒGod, you look beautiful with a cock in you,Ó was all Nick could say
in reply. He was too overwhelmed by SherryÕs hand to get angry that IÕd
already been put to use. Perhaps it inspired him to see me that way. I
was no longer virgin. I was broken in. I was ready to be used repeatedly,
by all the men, as something to spend their hot seed in. IÕd been made
receptive.
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