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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
TORRID TWEENS
Chapter Four
He was lying in bed the next morning when the phone rang. He was
still asleep; he cursed himself for forgetting to turn his phoneÕs ringer off
the night before.
ÒHello?Ó he asked groggily, curiosity overcoming his desire to go
back to sleep.
ÒHello,Ó a womanÕs voice answered. For a moment he feared the
voice might belong to one of the mothers of the girls that heÕd dated the
night before. But then, in his half-asleep state, wondering if he should
just hang up, he decided the voice was too sultry, too sexy, to belong to an
angry mother. ÒYou sound sleepy,Ó the voice said to Steve. There was
more than a hint of consolation in it; a desire, Steve thought, to give him
whatever he wanted. At the moment he wanted to go back to sleep but the
voice coaxed his curiosity more.
ÒYes. IÕm tired,Ó Steve said.
ÒPardon me for disturbing your rest,Ó the voice said. There was the
hint of an accent to it. Steve guessed it was French.
ÒWhat do you want?Ó Steve asked. There was nothing but silence for
a moment on the other end. Again he felt the impulse to hang up; then the
voice surprised him with its bluntness:
ÒYou,Ó it said. Steve felt sweat break out on his body. Was this the
voice of a police woman? Had his tryst with the two tweens been
discovered? ÒI help men with special needs,Ó the voice continued. ÒIn
your case, you prefer younger girls, do you not?Ó
ÒI donÕt know what youÕre talking about,Ó Steve said lamely.
ÒI share your interests,Ó the voice said. ÒI like all females,
especially girls.Ó
ÒThatÕs fine,Ó Steve answered, and was about to hang up when the
voice said,
ÒLet me give you my address. Just in case.Ó
ÒIn case of what?Ó Steve asked, his voice becoming strained. At the
same time he noticed his dick, despite his previous nightÕs efforts, was
lengthening. The woman was damn sexy, even if she was a cop.
ÒIn case you need someplace,Ó the woman said. ÒI suppose I
shouldnÕt talk long,Ó she said. She paused again. Steve sensed a moment
of fear in her voice; if he was in trouble, and someone in authority was
listening on the line, she could pull herself into the trouble by giving him
her address. The sensation of fear Steve felt at the other end of the line
gave him a sudden reassurance; the woman was genuine, her offer was
real, he guessed.
Ò1849 Maple,Ó the woman said.
ÒHuh?Ó Steve asked. He was nowhere near a pencil or paper.
ÒItÕs the same date as the California gold rush,Ó the woman said.
ÒCan you remember Maple?Ó
ÒI have a maple tree outside my apartment,Ó Steve said.
ÒGood,Ó the woman answered. And then she hung up. Steve listened
to the dead line for a minute, lying there in his bed, perplexed, wondering
if heÕd picked up his phone in his sleep and the whole thing had been some
sort of dream; a nightmare, perhaps. But he remembered, as one
sometimes does when awakening from a particularly vivid dream, the
womanÕs address: 1849 Maple. The same as the California gold rush.
Steve mumbled it too himself. Then he got up out of his bed, cursing
again, still thinking it might have been a dream, except for the lengthening
of his cock which now hung turgidly between his thighs, swinging as he
moved, feeling excited as its thickness bumped and brushed against his
muscular legs. Steve picked up a piece of paper in his little office that
heÕd set up in the next room for his photography work. He took a pen out of
a cup. He began writing, aware of the way his penis was sticking up down
below his waist: Ò1849 Maple. Woman. Likes girls. Me too,Ó Steve wrote.
ÒThis is silly. It was all a dream,Ó Steve said. He threw down the paper
on a desk. He dropped the pen back into the cup. He went back to his
bedroom, wishing his dick hadnÕt become hard. He got back into bed. He
was still tired. Even his dick, despite its sudden hardening, was also
tired. As he drifted off back to sleep he felt his dick soften. ÒThank God,Ó
Steve muttered. Perhaps he wouldnÕt have to go to the toilet an hour from
now and relieve himself, his balls, that is; or choose to spend the whole
day with an awkward excitement between his legs.
ÒRiiiing!Ó It was the phone again. Steve awoke. Again he cursed;
this time he was really angry. Why hadnÕt he remembered to turn off that
damn phone?
ÒHello?Ó Steve asked, his curiosity getting the better of him again.
ÒHi!Ó the voice was childish.
ÒOh shit,Ó Steve said. Instantly he knew who it was. Brittney. He
felt sure if it had been that flakey Laurie he would have simply hung up.
She was too much trouble. But Brittney was cool. His voice softened.
ÒHello,Ó he said, the anger going out of his voice. The girl on the other end
seemed momentarily disappointed. Had she liked hearing him angry?
Then, enthusiasm overtaking her, she said, brightly, ÒHowÕs your penis?Ó
ÒHowÕs my--Ó Steve asked. It was strange, in a way, talking on the
phone. The silences conveyed as much as words sometimes did. After a
moment, a pause that seemed to be because the voice on the other end
feared someone might overhear, the girl said, more softly than before,
ÒYour penis.Ó Steve looked down along the sheet that covered his
body. At the same moment he felt himself beginning to rise. He watched
as the sheet came up; a tentpole erecting itself below his waist, between
his legs.
ÒItÕs, uh, getting big as you speak,Ó Steve said. The hardness that it
had known an hour before, when the woman called, was back. Steve felt
his balls tighten.
The voice on the other end said, with soft enthusiasm, ÒGoodie!Ó
Then after a moment it added, fetchingly, ÒYou still havenÕt used it on me
yet.Ó
Steve sighed. Perhaps now was the time to let the girl know that
they shouldnÕt see each other anymore, Steve thought to himself. Yes, it
was wonderful that heÕd met the girl. She was everything he wanted in
life. But one mistake with her could get him in big trouble, and it wasnÕt
like the olden days when a mistake meant getting a girl pregnant. That
problem had been solved, in the 60Õs, with birth control. Now the mistake
had been re-defined to mean simply talking to such a girl, without her
parents knowing. And most certainly it meant dating her, or fooling
around with her.
ÒBrittney,Ó Steve said, almost calling her Laurie in his still half-
asleep state.
ÒYes?Ó the childish voice on the other end asked.
ÒI was thinking...Ó
ÒGood. I was thinking it too,Ó Brittney said. ÒMy parents are going
away this weekend.Ó Steve sighed.
ÒThatÕs not--Ó he began.
ÒCan you meet me someplace?Ó Brittney asked.
ÒI guess,Ó Steve said, assuring himself that their meeting would be
solely for the purpose of breaking off their relationship.
ÒThe candy stall, then,Ó Brittney said.
ÒAt the mall?Ó Steve asked.
ÒYes.Ó
ÒAlright,Ó Steve said.
He met her there, Friday afternoon. He was telling himself, as he
waited for her, that he would be brief, direct, to the point: they must not
see each other any more. But when she arrived she looked smashing in a
leather miniskirt and peasant blouse; the blouse showed off her tits, being
cut low and leaving her shoulders bare. The miniskirt struck Steve as an
endearingly childish attempt to look sexy. At the same time Brittney had
on long stockings with stripes; something that resembled what a
character in a Dr. Seuss book might wear. She had on ankle-high leather
boots. Her hair was drawn into pigtails with white bows that matched her
white blouse. She had a ring through one nostril of her nose. She was,
more than ever before, a full-fledged teenager, Steve thought, her get-up
inviting a stare or two as she breezed up to him. Steve gazed closely at
her nose. To his relief he guessed, correctly, that she hadnÕt gotten her
nose pierced. It was simply a clip-on ring. Still, staring at her, he asked,
ÒWhat did you do to your nose?Ó
ÒItÕs a ring,Ó Brittney answered.
ÒYes I can see that,Ó Steve said.
ÒI want to get pierced,Ó Brittney said.
ÒIt looks like--Ó
ÒItÕs just a clip-on one,Ó Brittney said, sounding a little
disappointed, reaching up and giving the thing a flick.
ÒDonÕt,Ó Steve said.
ÒThatÕs what my mother says,Ó Brittney answered.
ÒWell I agree with her,Ó STeve said. ÒI donÕt like seeing girls get
pierced.Ó
ÒEven--?Ó Brittney asked, her eyes suddenly glowing at him. He
sensed the mischief in her and said,
ÒNot here.Ó
ÒYou mean here?Ó Brittney asked, running her hand suddenly down
her belly, letting her legs widen their stance. Steve grabbed her hand, the
one that hung by her side, her other hand slipping even lower, down to her
skirt.
ÒCome on,Ó Steve said. He hurried the girl away from the food court.
ÒBut I want some candy!Ó
ÒWeÕll get it someplace else,Ó Steve answered, aware of glances
from the people they passed. The girl was dressed like some Dr. Seuss
slut, whining for candy. The way heÕd abruptly grabbed her made him feel
like some child-kidnapper. But Brittney trundled along with him, dragging
her feet only a little, and ten minutes later they were both installed in a
booth at a nearby DennyÕs. The privacy wasnÕt complete, but it was better
than standing in the middle of the crowd at the mall.
ÒBrittney,Ó Steve said, watching the girl slurp on a double-chocolate
shake heÕd ordered for her, complete with extra maraschino cherries.
ÒYesth?Ó Brittney asked. She looked up at him with her deep lovely
brown eyes. Puppy dog eyes. Steve shifted himself in his seat. Just
looking at her with a straw poking into her lips made him hard. As he
willed himself to tell her he was breaking off their affair, a memory
flashed through his mind. It was of a phone call. It was a call heÕd
received earlier in the week, just when heÕd convinced himself once and
for all that there was no woman waiting for him, or for Brittney, at 1849
Maple street. The phone had rung and he had answered it sitting at his
desk, and the way it spoke to him had made him so hard that heÕd
eventually had to unzip himself. And that wasnÕt all. Before the woman
finished he had been forced to masturbate himself. Onto his floor.
ÒIÕm calling you because I got a call from Janice,Ó the womanÕs voice
said. It began efficiently, primly, asking, ÒYou remember I called you the
other day?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Steve said.
ÒYou sounded sleepy then,Ó the woman said.
ÒI was,Ó Steve said.
ÒAre you sleepy now?Ó the voice asked.
ÒNo,Ó Steve said.
ÒGood,Ó the woman answered. ÒI think I can speak more vaguely now,
and yet more specifically too. You understand that my offer extends not
only to you, but to your two friends as well?Ó
ÒMy--?Ó Steve asked, his voice hesitating.
ÒYou know who I mean,Ó the woman answered. ÒIÕd call them your
little friends but someone listening might misunderstand.Ó
ÒOh. My two friends from the college,Ó Steve lied.
ÒYes,Ó the woman said, and he knew she was thinking of Brittney and
Laurie, as he was.
ÒI would like all four of us to have a party,Ó the woman said. ÒThis
weekend, if itÕs possible. I have everything your little friends profess to
want. We could play the most delicious games together. Naked games. I
am having several young ladies and gentlemen over also. The young women
in particular are to be feted, by which I mean, their bottoms and pussies
are to be honored. Of course the young men will not be overlooked either.
There will be a fine display of cocks on hand. I understand you and Bob had
something going together?Ó
ÒUh, no,Ó Steve answered. ÒI- I mean we were in the same room
together but...Ó
ÒNonetheless several of the young men may be curious about such
matters,Ó the woman went on, interrupting StevenÕs halting denial. ÒA
man of your age and experience could teach them something,Ó she said.
ÒNot all of them, of course. It would not do to have a party full of novices.
But several might require instruction.Ó
Steven was beginning to feel amused. Just because he was 40 didnÕt
quite mean he was a man of the world. He had known some girls, no doubt
about it, but he had lusted after many more than he had had the good
fortune to meet. In fact now, having two girls in his orbit at once, two
that he cared about, did not quite make him a Lothario. He had just been
lucky, thatÕs all. Sometimes Fortune smiles on a man and sometimes it
doesnÕt. It didnÕt mean that he was a kind of Hugh Hefner, running some
sort of version of Playboy Jr.
ÒSo you would like me to come over?Ó Steve asked, feeling
nonetheless aroused as he listened to the soft breathing of the woman on
the other end of the line.
ÒYes,Ó she said. ÒI think you would fit in perfectly. The females
will be sweet, and not all of them experienced. The males have tight
buttocks and open minds.Ó
ÒH-How did you come upon this cornucopia?Ó Steve asked, watching
as a seeming horn of plenty rose in his pants.
ÒItÕs quite simple,Ó the woman said. ÒI am a ballet instructor. I
have my own school. Perhaps I have said too much now,Ó she suddenly
added, interrupting herself. ÒI imagine anyone listening could figure out--
Ó
ÒYes,Ó Steven agreed. ÒBut you have pupils, though?Ó He sensed an
eagerness on her part to assure that he would attend.
ÒYes I do,Ó the woman said, boldly. ÒThese are the ones I have
selected for special additional training. I have told the youngest of them
that it will help their dancing. Which it will, of course. It is not a lie. By
opening themselves up to new experiences they will free their minds and
bodies to achieve greater heights on the dance floor. But at present I am
at a loss for instructors. I called Bob and Janice, but they are unable to
attend. They have to go to France or something this weekend. I called a
friend of theirs, Brenda, but she has just met someone new, a man, and is
completely caught up in places that he wants to take her, the two of them
together. And then there is a friend of yours, Cindy. I have heard about
your promise to her,Ó the woman said.
ÒMy promise?Ó Steve asked.
ÒYes, that if she picked up one of your... college-age friends, you
would surrender your backside to her.Ó
ÒOh,Ó Steve said. The woman laughed.
ÒI shouldnÕt say this...Ó she said. ÒBut IÕve been told you have the
cutest behind. And IÕve been told about the joke, if one might call it that,
played on you by Janice.Ó
ÒWhatÕs that?Ó Steve asked. The woman laughed again.
ÒI understand that when you sat down at her house, at her dinner
table, you sat directly on something rather hard?Ó Steve thought a
moment. Then, suddenly he recalled it: he had sat on a dildo! HeÕd thought
little of it at the time, thinking it something left from some previous
affair, but suddenly his face reddened, as he sat there talking on the
phone, realizing that it had not been a mistake, or if it was, Janice was
nonetheless boasting about it!
ÒI have inherited your promise to Cindy, since she canÕt attend
either,Ó the woman said to Steve.
ÒWh-what promise is that?Ó Steve asked, glad that the woman
couldnÕt see his red face.
ÒTo fuck your ass,Ó the woman said. There was a certain boastful
tone in her voice, suddenly, overcoming her earlier inclinations toward
hesitation and fear.
ÒWhat is this? Some sort of joke?Ó Steve asked.
ÒPerhaps it is. You have the address. Find out for yourself,Ó the
woman teased. She now had the upper hand, he realized, his face growing
even redder. Anyone listening in now would probably be dismissing the
whole thing as a gag at this point, mindless phone sex between two adults.
Steve heard the woman laugh, and then the trepidation slowly seemed to
creep back into her breathing. Minutes passed. Steven unzipped himself,
drew himself out of his pants, listening to her breath on the other end of
the line. It was damn exciting, what she was proposing, even if her
opinion of him was perhaps overinflated. He was just a guy. A
particularly lucky guy, it seemed, at the moment, but just a modestly paid
photographer, with two young models-to-be whose youth scared him as
much as it appealed to him. And several well-placed friends, apparently,
when just a week ago heÕd not known anyone at all. Certainly not anyone
willing to invite him to a sex party. And now here he was, listening to an
attractive French-sounding woman on the telephone, with his ass,
apparently, the subject of conversation between a whole host of well-to-
do women. His cock was out, and he was beginning to stroke it. Not
willingly, but involuntarily, mesmerized by the opportunities suddenly
presenting themselves to him.
ÒSo you want me to-- cum?Ó Steve asked. The woman laughed. She
said nothing. He began fisting himself harder. ÒI guess I could,Ó Steve
said, after awhile. He felt quite large in his hand. He was throbbing. He
was getting to the point where he might not be able to pull himself back.
He began to hear gasping on the other end of the line.
ÒWhat are you doing?Ó Steve asked, speaking into the silence, broken
only by the womanÕs sighing.
ÒI think you can... guess?Ó the woman replied.
ÒI hope youÕre not doing what IÕm doing,Ó Steve said, after a little
while more, feeling himself beyond the brink now, his ejaculation only
moments away.
ÒI canÕt. I have... different equipment,Ó the woman said.
ÒYes,Ó Steve agreed. The womanÕs moaning increased to a keening
whine.
ÒDo you know what IÕm doing?Ó Steve asked. But there was no
answer, and suddenly the line went dead. But Steven hung on to the phone,
hoping she would somehow return. And as he sat there, the now dead
phone to his ear, he jerked himself on to his floor.
ÒI think we should stop seeing each other,Ó Steve said to Brittney.
He said it softly, seemingly testing the air with his breath, with the tone
of his voice. The girl looked up at him. She had just plucked a cherry from
off the top of her shake and she was about to put it into her mouth. Her
eyes widened. There was still milkshake mix in her mouth and as she
suddenly asked,
ÒWhat?Ó Steve wished she wouldnÕt speak with her mouth full.
ÒI said... I think we should stop seeing each other,Ó Steve said,
watching as Brittney popped the cherry inbetween her chocolate-limned
lips.
ÒNo!Ó Brittney answered. Actual fear showed in her eyes. She
mashed the cherry between her teeth, adding it to the wealth of chocolate
goo in her mouth, and, despite her bulging cheeks, full of milkshake mix,
she said, ÒI want to be like O in the Story of O!Ó
ÒDonÕt speak too loudly,Ó Steve cautioned. He glanced around. There
was no question in his mind that the other diners thought he was the girlÕs
father. The last thing he needed was to suddenly engage his ÔdaughterÕ in a
public discussion of her plans to be his sex slave! Steve gazed at Brittney.
He watched as she washed down her goo-laden mouthful of milkshake with
yet more shake. He said nothing more. He was afraid she would answer
him in a loud voice that would attract attention. She sucked down the rest
of her milkshake, ate her remaining cherries. When she was done he paid
the tab and took her outside. They got into his car. Steve breathed a sigh
of relief. As he sat looking at the dinerÕs sun-soaked windows, the outline
of the neighborhood homes reflected in the restaurantÕs glass, the sun
setting behind him, he turned to Brittney in his car. He had not started it
yet. His hand rested on his key, which was in the ignition.
ÒYou donÕt understand,Ó Steve said to Brittney. ÒI donÕt think you
know a thing about the Story of O. She was whipped. You presume she
enjoyed it. But she didnÕt. You saw Brenda whipped. What did you think of
that?Ó
ÒIt was cool.Ó Brittney said. She gulped. She smiled sheepishly at
Steve, her eyes taking on a distant look as she remembered the whipping.
ÒThat was not a real whipping,Ó Steve said. ÒI mean, the whip was
real and all, but that was hardly what I would consider a full-fledged
whipping. There must be a certain measure of severity to a whipping. The
girl must be brought to the point of crying. She must be impregnated with
a fear that she has lost all control of events. I have seen...Ó Steve paused.
He sounded like a damn expert now, but he was just mostly speaking of old
sex films heÕd watched. ÒI have seen a girl whipped until she pissed,Ó
Steve said. BrittneyÕs eyes gaped. ÒYes. You see?Ó Steve said. ÒIt is not
something for children. She was--Ó
ÒIÕm not a child!Ó Brittney suddenly scolded him.
ÒI would want to... I have such strange thoughts about you
sometimes,Ó Steve said.
ÒI picked you. To make me like O in the Story of O,Ó Brittney told
him. He looked at her now red childish cheeks. He reached over to her.
She was going to turn away from his hand but he managed to stroke off a
wet stain of milkshake from her lips.
ÒI got a call from a woman,Ó Steve said.
ÒOh?Ó Brittney asked.
ÒShe wants me to attend a party this weekend. With you,Ó Steve
said.
ÒMmmmm.Ó Brittney answered. She shifted in the seat beside him.
Her legs spread.
ÒYes,Ó Steve said. ÒThat sort of party. Like we went to last week.
But the thing is, I feel sort of proud of myself that I didnÕt fuck you. I
mean, I wanted to, but it just didnÕt work out. But this weekend... I canÕt
promise you that every time we get together like this youÕll escape with
your cherry intact.Ó Brittney leaned over to Steve. She stroked his crotch.
He was hard there, and he grew harder as her hand coaxed his trousers.
ÒI donÕt want to escape,Ó Brittney said. ÒI want to be like O in the
Story of O.Ó
Steve squirmed. As he felt his ass move on the seat he suddenly
remembered what the woman had said to him on the phone, the mysterious
French-sounding woman. She had received from Cindy his promise to
surrender his bottom. The thought made him harder-- unwillingly. He had
no desire, or so he assumed, to have his butt popped by some woman. Was
he as eager to lose his own virginity, in behind, as he was, secretly, to
take BrittneyÕs? And LaurieÕs? SteveÕs mind reeled. Some fetchingly
beautiful women were all apparently eager to see him lose it. Perhaps
they all wanted him, Steve realized. One might have him one weekend,
another the next, until they had all worked his behind to sexual maturity.
At the same time they were willing to put up with his little girlfriends,
Brittney and Laurie-- perhaps they were looking forward to the girls as
much as he was. And yet he wasnÕt-- was he? A part of him felt he
should break off the whole thing right now. He should leave Brittney and
Laurie to their own devices, letting them grow up in their own way. He
should go his own way too, sparing his ass from the designs of the women,
all of whom were still virtual strangers to him. How had he gotten
himself into all this? Steve wondered. HeÕd known a girl or two now and
then, thatÕs all. Nothing like this.
ÒSo will you take me?Ó Brittney asked, her young voice suddenly
interrupting SteveÕs thoughts. His hand fell upon her own, stroking his
bulging lap. Steve felt sweat break out on his brow.
ÒYes,Ó Steve gasped. ÒIf you want me to.Ó
ÒGoodie.Ó Brittney said.
ÒOkay,Ó Steve answered. He started the car. He pulled out of the
parking lot. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand. He was going.
He was going to the womanÕs house with Brittney, where he might lose his
anal cherry and she was almost certain to get popped. He didnÕt have
Laurie with him, but he didnÕt know how to get hold of her. She was a
total flake anyway. He glanced over at Brittney and wondered if she would
ask about the girl. But she was humming, gazing out the window as
placidly as if they were going back to the mall. The girl had no idea of
what she was getting herself into. Steve was sure of that. Yet he himself
had less of an idea than he wished to have, than he supposed that he had,
he realized. They were like two ships passing into a storm, her little
vessel beside his big one, and neither of them knowing what the pent-up
winds in the stormÕs center held in store for them.
ÒAh, hello,Ó the woman at the door said to them. She was lovely.
She had curly blonde hair that spilled down along both sides of her face.
She had a French accent. It breathed through her perfect red lips, her
smiling lips. Her eyes shone brightly at Steve and Brittney.
ÒOnly one of my friends could make it,Ó Steve said to the woman, his
arm around BrittneyÕs waist.
ÒThat will be fine,Ó the woman said. She grinned at Brittney, her
tongue peeping briefly from inbetween her lips and stroking across her
teeth. Brittney smiled back, sheepishly. The woman invited them inside.
There were eight in all, including Steve and Brittney. Introductions
were made, drinks were served. Nobody seemed to mind BrittneyÕs youth.
Indeed, one of the girls, named Clarissa, was at best only two years older
than Brittney. She was a slender brown-haired ballerina, her wealth of
rich long luxurious hair, hanging down past her waist, seemingly more
substantial than her slender dancerÕs body. Steve felt attracted to her.
Despite her slim body she possessed nice-sized tits. Not big tits like
Brittney, but small tennis-balls that Steve felt possessed to feel and
handle. He gazed at her breasts, young Brittney standing beside him with
her own young but substantial chest thrusting forward. He felt a desire to
have them both in a bed together, one on either side of him. As the girls
shared soft glances he sensed that they knew of his desire and felt it also.
Steve was aware of a bulge in his trousers. Clarissa looked down. She
giggled. Steve felt BrittneyÕs eyes pass down below his belt.
ÒWould you three care to share a room together?Ó the French-
speaking woman suddenly asked, a drink in each of her hands. Steve turned
and looked at the blonde. She was no more than 25, as lovely as her voice
had been on the phone. Her name was Elgina. Steve felt a sudden passion
for her. She had a curvaceous pin-up body, a mischievous smile. He looked
beyond her. A young man of perhaps 20, named Mark, had suddenly
embraced a young woman. Their lips meshed. Would it be this simple, this
easy? Steve wondered.
ÒWe should work out our passions first, and then we can begin some
training,Ó Elgina said. She glanced at Clarissa. The young dancer looked
down again, this time at herself, at her softly rising and falling breasts.
Her young cheeks blushed. Steve felt Brittney grip his hand.
ÒThis way,Ó Elgina said. She led the four of them from the room,
taking them down a hall.
They passed through a doorway at the end of the hall. They entered
an ornately furnished bedroom. Indeed, Steve thought, as he walked into
the room it, it seemed furnished for some ambassador, or diplomat, hardly
a place of illicit assignation. There were heavy drapes, a rich deep red,
such as might block out the sun in the middle of the day, keeping the room
as dark and as safe from the world beyond the glass windows as its
inhabitants might wish, or require. Sumptuous pillows were scattered
across the bedcover, itself made of a beautiful textured material,
reminiscent of some pashaÕs trip to the Near East. Polished leather chairs
sat in three of the roomÕs four corners, with bright metal studs holding
their coverings in place, keeping the leather tight and smooth. The floor
was made of a heavily waxed wood, a rug covering it almost to the wall,
the rug as rich as the bedcover and pillows and curtains. In the corner a
bar waited, its bottles quietly lined up across a dresser, glasses stacked
neatly. Steve counted six glasses, enough for all of them with room for
two more. A chest sitting at the base of the dresser, on the carpet,
promised ice.
Elgina settled onto the bed. She sat with her feet touching the floor,
her breasts moving gently in time with her breath, Steve watching her
bosoms, hopefully. He sat down beside her. Brittney plopped on his lap.
Clarissa, lissome as a cat, settled onto the floor at SteveÕs feet. Elgina
waited, none of them spoke. She smiled. She opened her mouth and Steve
studied her lips, so beautiful, full and wet and red. Elgina brushed back a
strand of hair from her face that had fallen as she walked, pushing it back
into the mass of her lovely blonde curls.
ÒAs with anything, there are some ground rules to be followed,Ó
Elgina said. She let her eyes shift from one of them to another, as Steve
heard laughter echo lightly down the hall. Elgina looked up, briefly, then
cast her eyes among them again, favoring none of them, reproving none,
regarding each of them as equals, even Steve, though he was so much older
than the girls. ÒHere we will attempt the most outrageous perversions,Ó
Elgina said. ÒIndeed, we shall strive for them. We will hold nothing back.
No fear will stop us. Instead it will encourage us. That which we fear
most, we will do, no matter how hard it is for us to do it.Ó She paused.
She let her eyes pass among them again and then she said, ÒSome think
that this is merely a place to fuck. But that can be done anywhere there is
a modicum of privacy. This is a place for things much more complex.
Outright fucking is to be discouraged, or delayed, at least.Ó She reached
out and took BrittneyÕs hand. The girl was wiggling as she sat, her bottom
pressing against SteveÕs loins, giving him easy pleasure. Elgina tugged on
BrittneyÕs hand and pulled the girl off of SteveÕs lap, sliding her across to
her own lap. The woman looked at Steve. Her eyes fell to his crotch and
she noticed the bulge there. The two girls, following her eyes, looked too.
They giggled. Even Clarissa, who could not see owing to where she sat, on
the floor, laughed, for it was not hard to know what an excited male was
displaying.
ÒUnzip yourself Steven,Ó Elgina said to the man.
ÒWhat?Ó Steve asked, surprised at her command, despite where they
were and what they all had on their minds. A sound of laughter trailed
down the hall again. Steve blushed. He might unzip himself and find
someone suddenly coming through the unlocked bedroom door, seeing him
stiff and hard, perhaps even worse off, on the point of cumming.
ÒWhen I say something, it is not a request,Ó Elgina said. ÒUnzip
yourself. Display your manhood to us.Ó
ÒBut--Ó Steve said. However his embarrassment was overcome by
the stress of being pent-up, growing even more now with the three girls
focusing on him, and so, reaching down, he pulled open his zipper.
Immediately his underpants shoved through, forming a rude hillock, like
some tangled half-risen snake.
ÒPull it out,Ó Elgina told Steve.
ÒI--Ó Steve said. But the pain of being confined was still there,
tormenting the muscles of his groin. So he pried open the flap built into
his underpants and released himself to them. Elgina reached out. Warmly
her hand closed on SteveÕs penis. He was big in her hand, pulsing as she
held him, or rather part of him, gripping the midst of his shaft. The top of
him, which was several more inches in length, stretched beyond her grasp,
SteveÕs knob urgently jutting flag-like into the air, his peehole presenting
a glistening drop of pre-cum to their view. He looked down at himself,
excited, feeling his pulse in his veins run along the entire length of his
shaft. He was hard as a schoolboy, despite being 40, and he was ready for
fun.
ÒNow I shall explain what I mean by working through our passion,Ó
Elgina said. ÒPerhaps you, Steven, assumed when I said that, in the other
room, I meant simply that we would enjoy intercourse. However that is
not what I meant.Ó She began gently to rub him. ÒI am going to bring you
almost to the point of spending, Steven,Ó Elgina said. ÒIt will be up to you
to tell me when to stop. However, donÕt cheat. We must strive to get you
as close to orgasm as possible. Then we will stop. We will share some
drinks, and some other pleasures. Then when you have cooled down a little
one of us will start in on you again. This will happen several times, as
much as you can stand; perhaps more than you can stand. Only when youÕve
been brought to the brink several times, without cumming, will we finally
stop. That is what I mean by working through our pleasure. In your case
Steven you will be utterly exhausted, your loins straining and yet
unsatisfied, yet somehow no longer wanting more, desperate to avoid more
of that! That is when we will rejoin the others in the other room. You
will still be stiff and hard, Steven, but no longer thinking of your penis
quite so much, for you will know that it only means more torture, more
trips to the brink and then agonizingly avoiding the conclusion. And so you
will be able to display your stiffness and hardness, indeed you will be
quite unable not to, and yet you will no longer be focussing on intercourse.
For we are not here for intercourse, except as a final relief. We are here
for more diverse pleasures, or perhaps I should call them
experimentations, doing what we would never do if simply left to
ourselves, whether alone or together in individual couples. No, this place
is for outrageous perversions, as I have said, some which will be
pleasurable and some not, experiments of the body and mind.Ó
As Elgina was speaking she was massaging Steve, bringing his
excitement to a higher and higher pitch. The girls watched with interest
as SteveÕs breathing deepened. Clarissa stood, so that she might see his
torment directly. Soon Steve was poised at the edge of male desire. His
breath huffed in his throat and his eyes seemed to lose their focus, then
focus intently on himself, on his penis, as Elgina expertly used all her
skills to bring him quickly to the point she desired. Her hands were so
soft, and yet smooth in their movements with years of experience. Steve
admired her skill, her clinical and yet loving way of stroking his longing,
encouraging it and yet reproving it. She pushed Brittney off her lap. The
girlÕs feet dropped to the floor and she stood next to Clarissa, reaching
back to straighten her leather miniskirt as she now watched what Elgina
did. The woman leaned forward. Steve gaped at ElginaÕs breasts. They
were big like BrittneyÕs. Their weight tested the limits of ElginaÕs low-
cut gown as the woman leaned forward. She kissed the tip of Steve, right
on his pee hole. Brittney, watching, clapped her hands to her face in
childish revulsion. But under her in-pressing hands, clasping her cheeks,
Steve saw the young girl break into a smile.
SteveÕs attention was drawn quickly back to himself. Feeling a
sudden urge, he looked down at his cock. ElginaÕs head lifted. He saw
lipstick from her red lips imprinted on his cockÕs crown.
ÒI think youÕre about to spill, Steven,Ó Elgina said.
ÒYes,Ó Steven answered.
ÒThen we must stop,Ó Elgina said. She let go of him. Steve felt the
air where her hand had been. Elgina wiped her hand on the bedcover.
SteveÕs prick jerked spasmodically. He felt his sperm roil in his balls and
nearly come spouting out of him. Steve gasped. The two girls giggled.
ÒLet us have our things off and have some wine,Ó Elgina said. She
reached for Brittney and pulled the girl back onto her lap. Unbearably
hard, Steven reached for BrittneyÕs tits. The girl resisted, a little, but
Elgina, coming at the girl with her own hands from behind, began to help
Steven pull down BrittneyÕs blouse. Clarissa helped too, laughing; a
moment later BrittneyÕs young breasts popped out of her top. They were
big things, big as cantaloupes, and Clarissa and Elgina both laughed
together as they fondled the girlÕs endowment. Steve chuckled too; it was
wonderful to be handling such magnificent tits, made more so by being on
such a small girl. Brittney squirmed in ElginaÕs lap. Her nipples were
hard. As she moved to and fro Steven saw that ElginaÕs nipples, pressed to
BrittneyÕs back, were stiffening too, pushing forward in two little points
at the front of her gown. Steven nodded to Clarissa. The ballerina sat
down on the bed on the other side of the woman. She reached up and
unzipped the back of ElginaÕs gown. The blonde, feeling the ballerinaÕs
nimble hands, could only laugh as she felt her dress undone. A moment
later both Brittney and Elgina displayed naked tits. Neither wore a bra.
Steve longed to get Clarissa out of her top to and was contemplating
standing up and going round to her when Elgina said,
ÒI hope you do not mind if I add one more player to our game.Ó
ÒNo, not at all,Ó Steven said, looking forward to having yet another
female join them. Elgina turned. Steven let go of one of BrittneyÕs tits
and reached past the young girl to the womanÕs right bosom. He grabbed it,
thrilled to be handling such soft wonderful flesh, his other hand still
massaging BrittneyÕs left tit. At the same time he gazed past both
females at Clarissa. His mouth watered as he stared at her small tennis-
ball tits. ÒGet out of your dress,Ó Steve said to Clarissa.
ÒKerry,Ó Elgina called. Steven heard a rustle of fabric off to his
side. He turned, and one wall of the bedroom crumpled back as he looked
at it. He realized it was no wall at all, but a curtain. From behind it
protruded something that shocked him. He saw first a flap of fabric,
hanging at waist-height, extend from behind the curtain. A moment later
the figure stepping from behind the curtain was revealed to be a man, with
what was obviously an erection. It had been the erection Steven had seen
first, coming out from behind the curtain. The man wore a loin cloth that
draped his hard penis; the short bit of fabric flapped as he walked,
threatening to slide off his member and reveal him in all his glory.
There was a gasp from both girls. The man was not StevenÕs age, not
even close. He looked 18 at best, perhaps younger; definitely younger
Steven decided as he stared at the male. His body was sun-bronzed. To
add to his beauty he, or someone, had rubbed him with fresh oil. His
muscled figure gleamed in the lights of the bedroom as he walked. He
seemed a living statue, a young Adonis, and if Steve had not been a regular
at the city gym he would have felt jealous of the boyÕs body.
As for the girls, they were ecstatic. They now had not one male, on
the brink of cumming, but a second, hard and ready for the fray.
Admittedly both girls blushed; BrittneyÕs top was pulled down and
Clarissa was not far behind, her nipples pressing into her dress, but the
delight they felt was nonetheless evident on their faces. As the boy
moved his balls, unprotected by any covering, could be seen swinging
below his penis-uplifted loincloth. They looked big and heavy, full of rich
sperm that his erection, lifting up his miniscule covering, seemed eager to
pump forth.
ÒOh! You are the lifeguard at the swimming pool!Ó Brittney said in
sudden recognition. The boy looked at her. He smiled. Her flush deepened.
ÒI know you. The little girl with the big tits,Ó the boy said.
ÒYes,Ó Brittney gasped, her flush deepening even more.
ÒIÕve always liked your tits,Ó the young man said.
ÒCome and feel, dear,Ó Elgina said. The woman looked at Steven. ÒDo
you mind?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Steven said, but his voice was slightly irritated, for Brittney
seemed to swoon over the lad as he came to her and began to fondle her
breasts. Steven still held one of BrittneyÕs tits, the boy the other. Steven
gave BrittneyÕs nipple a pinch. The girl gasped. Elgina reached down and
lifted up the boyÕs loincloth. His penis pulsed, big as a sausage and
already with pre-cum drooling from the tip.
ÒTake off ClarissaÕs gown,Ó Elgina said, sensing that Steven was
becoming more and more annoyed by the second at the young manÕs arrival.
The sturdily endowed lifeguard nodded. He let go of BrittneyÕs right tit.
Steve took possession of it, still holding her left one, and gave both her
nipples a pinch.
ÒOw!Ó Brittney cried.
The young man went to Clarissa. The brunette blushed at him.
ÒWhat is your name?Ó Clarissa asked, as the boy kissed her forehead
and pulled at her dress with his hands.
ÒKerry,Ó the boy answered.
ÒOh. Yes,Ó Clarissa said, remembering what Elgina had called him.
With swift, sure motions, the boy got Clarissa out of her dress. Beneath
she wore only stockings and panties. He got those off too, as Elgina and
Steve removed BrittneyÕs leather dress. A minute or so more and they
were all naked, Clarissa giving the final touch to it all by undoing the
single knot that held up the young lifeguardÕs loincloth.
ÒNow we can truly begin to play,Ó Elgina said. There was
satisfaction in her eyes. ÒSteven, Kerry, I do not wish for you to be rivals
or enemies,Ó Elgina said. She turned to Clarissa and Brittney. ÒOr you
girls either,Ó she said. ÒI want you, Brittney, to kiss Clarissa.Ó The girls
looked at each other. To both menÕs delight the girls, after a momentÕs
hesitation, complied. Brittney pressed herself to the dancer and the two
of them, tepidly at first, then with greater feeling, pressed their lips
together. Their hands ran quickly over each otherÕs bodies. Sighs escaped
from both.
ÒDo you love each other?Ó Elgina asked.
ÒYes,Ó Brittney and Clarissa cooed. Elgina laughed. ÒWeÕll see about
that,Ó she said softly. The girlsÕ kiss continued for another moment and
then they broke apart. Both of them looked at one another again,
seemingly shocked by their sudden intimacy, yet their hands lingered each
upon the otherÕs, the two of them holding hands now at a distance, gazing
at each other, their lips wet, their nipples stiff, their soft white bellies
breathing in and out, gently, as their cunts, no doubt, wettened; Steven
stiffening more at the thought of it.
ÒAnd now for you gentlemen,Ó Elgina said. She turned to Steve and
Kerry. The older man baulked but the younger man showed no sign of
displeasure, indeed, at a word from Elgina he dropped to his knees.
ÒSteven, itÕs time for your second round of excitement,Ó the curly-haired
blonde said to the man. ÒAgain, you are commanded not to spill. Kerry is
going to put you into his mouth. He is well-trained for it. I have owned
him for several months now. Do not protest,Ó Elgina said, lifting a hand.
Poor Steven! In his stiffened state he could not escape from the young
manÕs suddenly uplifted hands. A moment later Steve was captured, the
young boy drawing him toward his open mouth. Clarissa and Brittney
sighed. Shocked, they watched as the young lifeguard popped Steven with
practised grace into his mouth. Steven let out a howl. But a moment later
it was replaced by an involuntary sigh of pleasure, and a shudder, as the
young lifeguard sucked him.
ÒDoes it feel good, Steven?Ó Elgina asked.
ÒIt-- Oh, God!Ó Steven said.
ÒStop!Ó Elgina commanded. The youth let go of Steven, and pulled
back his face. Steve wobbled on the air. Elgina gazed at his cock.
ÒYou have come to the brink more quickly than even when I was
fondling you,Ó Elgina said to the man.
ÒI-- I did not expect--Ó Steven said. His face was haggard.
ÒYou didnÕt expect to find yourself in a handsome young manÕs
mouth,Ó Elgina said. ÒSo the forbidden nature of it gives you even more
excitement. I understand,Ó she smiled.
ÒNo-- ItÕs--Ó Steven began, but the hopeless look that came over his
face showed that he knew ElginaÕs words to be true.
ÒAnd now you will do the same for my young lover,Ó Elgina said. ÒOn
your knees, Steven!Ó
ÒNo!Ó Steven gasped.
ÒAll is freedom here, Steven,Ó Elgina said. ÒGet on your knees.
Reciprocate.Ó
To giggling laughter from the girls, Steven obeyed. He didnÕt know
what he was doing. He was hard, he was desperate to cum. His dick
seemed to burn with desire and impulsively he leaned forward, almost
vengefully, and took hold of Kerry. As he grabbed the young man fear
showed in the boyÕs eyes. Steven seemed to want to hurt him, he seemed
jealous of him. That Elgina grabbed both the boyÕs wrists, at the same
time, and pulled them behind his back, only added to the ladÕs sense of
terror. But Steven, despite his anger at having to put up with the boy, was
not going to take it out on the young manÕs dick. He was not that mean, no
matter how jealous he might feel. To his own surprise, he put his mouth
around the crown of the boyÕs penis, feeling its bulge distend his lips as
he fit the large member into his mouth. It was a big thing, a thing to be
proud of. His own cock hung hungrily down below as he began sucking on
the lad. Elgina laughed. Her laughter was joined by that of Clarissa and
Brittney.
ÒOh, itÕs so beautiful,Ó Steven heard Clarissa say.
ÒYes!Ó Brittney chimed.
ÒDo not cum in his mouth,Ó Elgina warned the young man, as a
shudder convulsed his muscular body. ElginaÕs voice caused Steven to
draw back. He gazed at the boyÕs prick. His own saliva was now on the
oiled crown, making it gleam. Steve could taste the oil that had been
rubbed all over the boy on his tongue, in his mouth. He licked his lips,
trying to get rid of the taste. He tasted something else too, and knew the
boy must have tasted the same from him: pre-cum.
ÒIÕll never live this down,Ó Steven said. He still held the boy and
now he twisted the boyÕs dick, gently, smiling as the boy let out a cry.
ÒDid I hurt you?Ó Steven asked, looking up at the young manÕs face.
ÒNot-- not really,Ó the boy admitted.
ÒThis is weird. And yet somehow interesting,Ó Steven said. He gave
the boyÕs cock another slight twist. It was like playing with a big grocery
store summer sausage, testing the meat, seeing if it was fresh.
ÒOooh!Ó the boy said.
ÒYouÕre young enough to be my son, you know that?Ó Steven asked.
He looked at the boyÕs dick. ÒYouÕve grown well,Ó Steven said.
ÒThatÕs it, be free with it,Ó Elgina told Steven. ÒHe is not as close
to spending as you are and can take more. Give it to him!Ó But Steven let
go of the boy. As the boyÕs freed penis wobbled, Steven stood up, his own
endowment wiggling stiffly with the motions of his body.
ÒNo. ThatÕs enough,Ó Steven said as he stood.
ÒThen we must have some wine,Ó Elgina said, when she saw that the
cause, or any furtherance of it, was lost. ÒTo get rid of the aftertaste,
hmmm?Ó She grinned slyly at Steven. He blushed. The boy was blushing
too, as much as Brittney and Clarissa had when they had realized theyÕd
kissed.
ÒGet the wine,Ó Steven growled to Elgina. She went to the bar.
Quietly, her back to them, she mixed grape juice in with the wine. She did
not want her guests drunk. She wanted them to know what they were
doing and to realize the perversion of it. Turning to them she served each
of them, one at a time. She gave each guest a kiss as she handed off the
wine. They drank it, Steven especially wanting at that moment to be
drunk, to forget what he had done. But later they realized that it had been
only lightly alcohol-flavored grape juice.
ÒI have a new toy I would like you girls to try,Ó Elgina said, when
they had drunk their wine. Kerry, already guessing what she had in mind,
went to the curtain.
ÒWhat else do you have back there?Ó Steven asked. There was
suspicion in his voice. The last thing they needed was another boy.
Especially since the first one had somehow induced Steven to suck his
dick.
ÒYouÕll see,Ó Elgina said. Kerry drew back the curtain. He drew it
back so that it stayed back, drawing it all the way across the room,
revealing a second room beyond.
ÒOh! What is that?Ó Brittney gasped. Steven gazed at what had been
hidden behind the curtain. It was a see-saw, as Brittney quickly declared,
crying,
ÒOh my! ItÕs a see-saw!Ó
ÒYes!Ó Clarissa agreed. And it was, but one made of metal, not wood.
There were a few additions also: a metal post stuck up from the middle of
the see-saw. Stretching out from the post, along either side of the see-
saw, was a pole. Hanging down from the pole at each end of the see-saw
was a pair of leather cuffs. The effect was as if one were looking at a
pair of brackets back to back: _][_. The lower, longer portion of the
brackets was the see-saw. The upper, shorter parts were the extended
metal poles with the cuffs dangling down.
Brittney ran to the see saw. She sat down on the end of it that was
closest to the floor, the other end being lifted high in the air as she sat.
ÒOh itÕs cold!Ó Brittney remarked as she sat. Above her head, the leather
cuffs hanging down from the post wiggled.
ÒYou do not sit on it facing inward,Ó Elgina told Brittney. ÒTurn
around. Sit on it the other way, facing out.Ó
ÒOh!Ó Brittney said. Looking puzzled, she turned around. She sat
down again, beneath the cuffs, seating her bare bottom on the metal end of
the see saw. Again she remarked at how cold it was.
ÒYes,Ó Elgina said. ÒItÕs metal youÕre sitting on. ThatÕs why itÕs
cold.Ó Brittney shivered. Sitting backwards on the thing, she had to
squeeze her thighs close together, for there was yet more to the see-saw:
from either end of it protruded two stretcher-like legs, as one might find
sticking out from the end of a gynecologistÕs table.
Elgina walked up to the see-saw. Kerry joined her. Together the two
of them urged little Brittney to lift her legs. They had her put them into
the stretcher-like extensions sticking out from the end of the see-saw.
The effect was that Brittney, still sitting on the see-saw, now had her
legs sticking out in front of her. Elgina and Kerry used straps to buckle
the girlÕs legs to the extensions. The extensions stuck out in the shape of
a V, so that Brittney, now strapped into them, stared down at herself with
her legs spread.
ÒI look like a slut,Ó Brittney said. And indeed she did, sitting there
on the end of the metal see-saw, with her legs spread before her. Elgina
laughed and lifted the girlÕs hands. She stretched her arms high and Kerry,
reaching up, buckled the girlÕs hands into the leather cuffs dangling over
her head. BrittneyÕs breasts wiggled as she sat helplessly on the end of
the see-saw, facing out, her legs spread stiffly before her and her arms
stretching high. Elgina lifted a strap and buckled it around the girlÕs
waist. Then she hung something up between BrittneyÕs hands, plugging it
into one of the cuffs.
ÒWhat is that?Ó Brittney asked. She looked up. It was a box, with a
red button on it. She grabbed it. She pressed the button. ÒYooowheee!Ó
Brittney cried. As she pressed the button the end of the see-saw suddenly
lifted up. It flung itself high into the air, lifting her with it. At the same
time, the other end of the see-saw, which no one was sitting on, came
down to within a foot of the floor.
ÒYes. You can make yourself go up with that,Ó Elgina told the girl.
Brittney squirmed on the end of the see-saw, her legs sticking out in front
of her, buckled into the stretcher-like extensions. Her hands were still
trapped way above her. Clinging to the box, she pressed the red button
again. But this time nothing happened.
ÒHey! How do I come down?Ó Brittney asked.
ÒClarissa will sit on the other end and youÕll come down when she
presses her button. She will go up,Ó Elgina said.
ÒOh!Ó Brittney said. She turned her head. She looked at the brunette,
who was standing near Steven. ÒBut-- but what if she doesnÕt do it?Ó
Brittney asked.
ÒOh, she will, donÕt worry,Ó Elgina said. She turned to the brunette.
ÒWould you like to try?Ó Elgina asked.
ÒSure,Ó Clarissa replied. She went to the see-saw. She sat down
backwards on it, her back towards BrittneyÕs back. She gasped at the
chilliness of the seat. She put her legs in the stretcher-like extensions.
She lifted up her arms. Elgina and Kerry buckled her in. Playfully Clarissa
tried to catch KerryÕs stiff cock in her mouth as the boy put the straps on
her. When both girls were tied in, Elgina gave Clarissa a box. The girl
pressed her red button. Her end of the see-saw went up. BrittneyÕs came
down.
ÒOh, itÕs fun but the seat is so cold!Ó Clarissa said, still shivering a
little. ÒDo you have any way to warm it?Ó
ÒAs a matter of fact I do,Ó Elgina said. She nodded to Kerry. The boy
walked over to the chest of drawers, where the wine bottles sat. He
opened one of the drawers in the chest and took out two candles. He took
out matches also, and two candle holders. The holders were made of
silver. He went over to the see-saw. He put a candle under each end of the
see-saw. The see-saw did not touch the floor at either end, the seats only
coming down to within a foot of the floor. There, in the foot of space
under each seat, he now lit one of the candles. BrittneyÕs seat was
closest to the floor, Clarissa being high in the air. For a moment Brittney
looked puzzled, watching as Kerry, standing erect again, blew out the
match heÕd used to light the candles. The boy grinned. A moment later
Brittney felt her seat begin to warm. The candleÕs flame was doing it. At
first Brittney sighed with relief as she felt her seatÕs temperature rise.
Then, to her sudden alarm, she felt the seat grow hotter still. There was
no way to control how hot the upward licking flame might make her end of
the see-saw, or her bottom!
ÒYeehooch!Ó Brittney cried. She pressed her red button. To her relief
her end of the see-saw suddenly jerked upward. But ClarissaÕs came down.
At first the brunette couldnÕt complain; coming close to her own candle,
she felt the chilly metal end of the see-saw where she was sitting grow
warm. But then it grew downright hot, and Clarissa, becoming
uncomfortable, pressed the red button on the box she clutched in her hand.
ÒYeeek! Nooooo!Ó Brittney cried. For as Clarissa went up, giving
relief to her too-warm behind, Brittney came down. And so now everyone
but the two hapless girls began to laugh. For each time Brittney pressed
her button, freeing her own bottom from the flame, Clarissa came down.
And each time Clarissa quickly pressed her button to get away from the
flame, Brittney came down instead!
ÒYooooch!Ó
ÒYeeek!Ó
ÒOoooch!Ó
ÒStop!Ó the girls cried. Neither could relieve herself without
bringing agony to the other. And, as their seats grew hotter still, both
were quite willing to give the other girl the flame. Their kisses, so
recently shared, were utterly forgotten as each girl roasted the otherÕs
behind.
ÒHelp! Get us off!Ó both girls cried as they realized their
predicament.
ÒYou must do it yourself,Ó Elgina said. ÒPiss, and if your urine,
running down, doesnÕt manage to put out the flames I will have Kerry pee
on the candles for you.Ó
ÒOh I cannot!Ó Brittney cried.
ÒNo! No!Ó Clarissa moaned.
ÒWould you like more to drink?Ó Elgina asked. Laughing, she had
Kerry go to the chest sitting at the base of the dresser. He opened it and,
digging deep, pulled from its depths a bottle of champagne. He came over
to the girls and popped the cork. Champagne spurted out; he began pouring
the fluid into BrittneyÕs gasping mouth. The girl screamed, for the
champagne was very cold.
Steven couldnÕt help himself. He grabbed his turgid cock as he
watched what the boy was doing to the girls. Randily he frigged himself
as Kerry, his own penis hard as stone, squirted cold champagne into the
girlsÕ mouths. He was careful to keep the bottle pressed close to their
lips so that not too much ran down onto their bodies. It might douse the
candle flames, and that was their job, not his. At the same time Clarissa
and Brittney kept up the motion of the see-saw, desperately moving it.
Neither wanted to be stuck over her candle.
ÒOoooch!Ó
ÒWhoooch!Ó
ÒGooo!Ó
ÒWhooo!Ó the girls cried. Suddenly, in desperation, Clarissa managed
to pee. Yellow fluid sprung from her dell, running down along the seat she
was sitting on. As she pressed her button and flung herself into the air,
the motion of her end of the see-saw caused her pee to go flying off the
end of her seat. Some of her pee hit her candle flame and suddenly it
sputtered and went out. But that still left BrittneyÕs candle glowing, and
as the girl felt her seat come down she let out a howl.
ÒNo! I canÕt!Ó Brittney cried. She gaped at Kerry, her own spread
legs offering nothing but the moisture of her excitement. ÒPee on mine,
Kerry, pwease!Ó Brittney shouted in desperation.
ÒNo, you must do it,Ó Elgina told the girl. She reached out and
followed the girlÕs dell, despite the continued motion of the see-saw,
tickling the girlÕs pussy with her fingertips. ÒPee!Ó Elgina urged.
Suddenly Brittney did pee, to a great embarrassed sigh of relief from
herself, but to her dismay she was not so lucky as Clarissa: her pee
somehow managed to miss the flame of her candle.
ÒEnough!Ó Steven cried. He was on the brink and felt embarrassed as
he knew he couldnÕt stop himself from cumming. He rushed forward,
saving his pride and his little girlfriend at the same time. Vigorously
rubbing his swollen dick, he ejaculated. What didnÕt hit Brittney flew
down near her candle; and then, as Steve swung himself about, moving his
penis like a fire hose, he struck pay dirt. BrittneyÕs candle went out.
Elgina, observing the male shower, frowned in disapproval. Suddenly
Kerry, seeing a chance for his own relief, began frigging himself. A
moment later he was spurting too, his ejaculation surging forth just as
StevenÕs began to peter out. Together the two males finished themselves.
As they grew limp afterward Brittney sighed her thanks. But Elgina had
one more trick up her sleeve, and this time neither man would be able to
offer salvation.
It was awful. It was exciting. A portion of each girlÕs seat was
removed from under her bottom. Sticking a finger up through the hole,
Elgina oiled each girlÕs nether hole. Then she attached a long metal cage
to the underside of each hole. Within each cage, suspended under each
girlÕs seat, was a spring-loaded dildo.
ÒNow when you press your button, lifting up your end of the see-saw,
you will give the other girl a quarter-inch of a dildo,Ó Elgina explained to
the two hapless teens. They gaped at her, unable to believe this new twist
to their already unpleasant situation. Their bottoms were red from
sitting on the too-hot seats: indeed, both metal seats were still
uncomfortably warm, even though the candles had been put out.
ÒPerhaps theyÕve had enough,Ó Steven said. But as he felt himself
grew erect again he knew he couldnÕt stop this new game. It was just too
wonderfully bizarre, watching two underage girls stick each other in their
virgin behinds with dildos!
ÒNo! I cannot! IÕve never let anyone have me there!Ó Clarissa wailed.
ÒMe neither!Ó Brittney said. She cast her eyes to Steven, but he only
smiled.
ÒToo late, girls! YouÕre going to get it now!Ó Elgina said. ÒImagine!
YouÕre going to fuck each other! And IÕm sure you both thought that was
quite impossible!Ó
And so the awful game proceeded. Each girl, pressing her button,
lifted up her own end of the see-saw, but in so doing gave her companion a
quarter inch of penis. This game was worse than the candle game: there
was no relief from the dildos.
ÒYeeek! My bottom!Ó Brittney cried.
ÒOh no! Please donÕt-- NO!Ó Clarissa shouted.
ÒOook! YouÕre doing me AGAIN!Ó Brittney wailed in turn.
ÒNo! Not more!Ó Clarissa yelled.
Up and down the see-saw went, each girl plugging the otherÕs butt
more and more deeply, while she endured the penetration of her own.
Finally the two of them realized that if they simply stopped moving the
see-saw, they could save themselves. This was not like the candle game
in that their seats would get more and more uncomfortable with the
passage of time. And so the motion of the see-saw ceased, with Brittney
high up in the air, a good three inches of penis stuffed up into her ass, and
Clarissa suffering the same amount in her own bottom. Tears ran down
both girlsÕ faces. But they were not crying openly, like little children, for
they were just old enough to realize how wonderfully sensuous it all was,
even if their bottoms hurt like the dickens.
ÒAh, you have finally overcome what the candles programmed you to
keep doing, that is, moving the see-saw,Ó Elgina smiled. ÒGood, girls. IÕm
glad you learned to use your heads. Now I could fit you out with still two
more dildos, and guess where those would be placed?Ó
ÒNo! Not in my pussy! IÕm a virgin!Ó Brittney pleaded.
ÒSo am I!Ó Clarissa gasped.
ÒWhat? Two virgins, and such circumstances you girls have gotten
yourselves into,Ó Elgina laughed. ÒUndo them, gentlemen. And IÕll happily
take bets that neither girl still has her hymen by morning.Ó
ÒIÕll second that,Ó Steven said. He was stiff again. The spectacle of
the girls fucking each other had done it to him.
ÒYeah,Ó Kerry agreed. He too was hard. And so the girls were taken
down from the see-saw, but misgiving showed in their eyes, despite being
freed from it, for both men were eager to get at them.
Pee stained the girlsÕ thighs. Shit could be seen in their
bottomcracks, where the dildos had urged them to give forth from their
guts. Nonetheless both men, hard as stone, led the girls immediately to
the big bed that had been waiting all this time in the bedroom, since they
had first sat down on it. Elgina laughed. She was eager to see the young
virgins come to terms with their naughtiness, to pay the price, as it were,
for allowing themselves to attend such a party. And all might have gone
just then, both cherries being popped, had not a person come in through the
bedroom door. It was a young woman, with lovely shoulder-length brown
hair and gorgeous big tits that made StevenÕs mouth water even as he
mounted BrittneyÕs small body. Underneath him the youngster made ready
to receive him, spreading her legs and looking up at him with both
expectation and fear. He could feel her soft belly, flat and smooth, as his
erect cock came down hard against it, pressing upon it like some big
fleshy rebar. He had only to leverage himself downward, spread her lips
with his fingers and push himself in. He was already wet. Pre-cum
drooled into a pool on her belly. His seed filled her small belly button and
overflowed it. She was wet too, from her excitement, even from the pee
she had made, sitting on the see-saw. Steven paused, looking at the girl
with the wondrous tits, BrittneyÕs own pair just underneath him, his ribs
crushing against them now, pressing them down, as he arched over his
love.
ÒDellaÕs about to take a dildo up her virgin ass,Ó the girl with the
shoulder-length hair announced. ÒCome and see!Ó
ÒOh, we have had that already,Ó Brittney answered. Her voice was
smug, petulant, and she arched her hips a little now as Steven drew his
penis snake-like down her tummy. But Steven, hovering over Clarissa, had
enjoyed months of training at the hands of Elgina. He knew the value of
patience, of delay. And so he sprang up, despite his need, his sperm aching
to be released, and took ClarissaÕs hand in his own as he did so.
ÒLetÕs go see,Ó Kerry said. He drew the young ballerina off the bed
with him. Elgina flashed him a smile. He had learned well. She had
always told him that it was better to preserve his erection, as best he
could, than to spend quickly. The night was young; there was much
pleasure that a fully-erect male might still enjoy, if he didnÕt pop off too
many times too quickly.
Clarissa let Kerry take her from the bed. Her bottom was still sore
from her earlier penetration. She wasnÕt sure she wanted more. Then she
would hurt in two places instead of one. As Kerry led Clarissa from the
bed, Steven, on impulse, decided to follow. He rose up. He took BrittneyÕs
hand. The young child, her ass still red from the heating it had taken on
the see-saw, pee staining her legs and shit in her bottomcrack, her
bottomhole hurting from the dildo, did not protest. With her hymen still
intact, despite her arousal, she let Steven lead her to the bedroom door
and beyond. It was wonderful to be with him, and with Kerry too, both men
hard, randy, like dogs on heat but gracefully delaying what must be done to
the girls. Elgina followed the four. She was delighted by the perverted
sight of the girlsÕ soiled red bottoms, the men visible hard but holding
back on their passion.
They reached the living room, where they had first met the other
guests. Everyone was naked now. Two couples were in the throes of
intercourse, fucking madly despite the presence of the others in the room.
The brunette with the shoulder-length hair and wonderful tits, who had
led the five from ElginaÕs bedroom, pointed. There, in the middle of the
room, between the two couples who were busy fucking, a girl was bent
over a stool. She looked like she was about to make a stool of her own,
her legs slightly bent, her ass bare. She gripped the front legs of the
stool, her belly pressed against its cushioned top, anxiety in her eyes as
she now looked back over her shoulder at the newcomers. Behind her stood
her boyfriend. However despite his nudity, despite his erection, he held in
his hand a gleaming big dildo. It was larger than that which the girls had
taken on the see-saw, and in seeing it little Brittney, who had been so
self-assured in the bedroom, clapped a hand to her own naked bottom.
ÒOh, she canÕt take that! ItÕs too big!Ó the young girl announced.
Elgina laughed.
ÒYes, it is bigger than the ones you and Clarissa had,Ó Elgina said.
ÒYours were training dildos, because youÕre both new to this and minors.
But Della has turned 19 this week. She is ready for a full adult-sized
penis up her behind. Indeed she has kept delaying her lover, refusing him.Ó
Elgina turned to the brunette with the shoulder-length hair. ÒHow is it
that Johnathan persuaded Della to take what she needs tonight?Ó
ÒThere was a bet,Ó the brunette smiled. ÒDella agreed to it and lost.
Now she must take whatÕs coming to her.Ó
ÒVery good,Ó Elgina said. She walked up to the girl hunched over the
chair. She stroked her hair, which was blonde, tumbling down and half-
covering her face in front. ÒYou have needed this for some time now,Ó
Elgina said to the girl. ÒAnd I donÕt want your lover to spare you. In fact,
I want him to tear you. He should shove it right in, paying no attention to
the fact that he stands a good chance of ripping the lining of your mucosa.
It is necessary; it would be good punishment. You have denied him for too
long.Ó Elgina looked at the young man with the dildo. The thing had
already been oiled, but the brunette with the shoulder-length hair, who
Steven later learned was named Julie, walked up to it and picked up a
bottle of ointment off a coffee table. She oiled the dildo some more, pity
showing in her eyes as she looked at Della waiting hunched over the stool.
ÒIt will tear her, if I shove it up her,Ó Johnathan, DellaÕs lover, said.
ÒYes! Tear her,Ó Julie agreed. A kind of perverse delight showed in
her eyes. Her mouthwatering tits jiggled as she added more oil to the
dildo. She gazed at DellaÕs behind, everyone did now, even the two couples
who were just finishing their act of intercourse. It was a lovely plump
white bottom, well-formed, apple-round, split up the middle most
delightfully, the skin gleaming. It was tight; despite the girlÕs posture
the halves of her bottomcheeks met as if in some lurid pumpkin-kiss. The
sight of the dildo being presented to her behind was wonderfully lewd; it
was obvious to everyone that the big long thing was going to damage the
poor girl if it was shoved rudely up such a snug behind.
ÒYou work as a secretary, do you not?Ó Elgina asked the hunched-
over young woman.
ÒY-Yes,Ó Della replied.
ÒYou will go to work on Monday a different girl from the one who
left this afternoon,Ó Elgina said. ÒYour sweet bottom will still hurt from
what will be done to it tonight. You will have trouble sitting. All the men
in your office, and the women too, will wonder what you were up to this
weekend.Ó
ÒPerhaps I will stay home,Ó Della answered.
ÒNo, you will go to work,Ó Elgina said. ÒI insist. It will be the final
and necessary humiliation for you, for denying your lover for so long. A
whole year since you turned 18! And still a bottom-virgin. My, my,Ó
Elgina said. ÒI have two girls here who are both still children, and despite
some misgivings they both took training penises tonight, three inches at
least, up their asses. ItÕs time you got the full thing, shoved right up
without mercy.Ó
ÒI should never have made that bet,Ó Della said, her voice trembling
now, for her lover stepped up close to her and she could feel the heat from
his body, standing right behind her. His cock, stiff and long, nudged her
right cheek. She let out a yelp. But everyone only laughed.
ÒWhat bet did you make?Ó Elgina asked the girl.
ÒI- I bet him that he couldnÕt pee and hit a glass, get into it I mean,Ó
Della answered.
ÒI hit the target,Ó Johnathan replied.
ÒYes! He filled the glass right up!Ó Julie said. ÒIt was my glass.Ó
ÒAnd did you drink it?Ó Elgina asked the brunette with the lovely
tits.
ÒHuh? No,Ó Julie said. She cast her eyes down toward the cocktail
table. There, sitting innocuously, Steven saw a liquor glass. It was filled
to the brim with yellow fluid.
ÒHmmm. WeÕll have to work on that,Ó Elgina said. Julie gulped.
There was more laughter from those watching, for now they could expect
not just one spectacle, but two! Standing beside Steven, Brittney gigged.
But her free hand was placed firmly across the cheeks of her ass, gripping
the soft warm flesh, as she contemplated the girl bent over the stool.
ÒNow shove it in,Ó Elgina said to Johnathan. ÒAll in and up her in one
smooth, vicious stroke. Do not go easy on her. I want to see her torn.Ó
Elgina reached down and grabbed Della by both her shoulders. She shoved
the girl down hard, pressing her flat belly against the bar stool. Behind
Della, as the girl let out a scream, her lover shoved the thing in his hand
suddenly forward. There was an increase in the pitch of the young
womanÕs voice as she felt the rude instrument push with sudden swiftness
into her tight-clenched cheeks. Her lover was strong, muscular. He
overcame her resistance with the force of his entry, and as he did so
DellaÕs voice screamed with an intensity that made those in the room
want to cover their ears. However the first thrust did not lodge the thing
all the way; Johnathan gave it several more pushes, each one shoving the
fake prong deeper and deeper up Della. At last it was in; Della screaming,
Elgina holding her down. A cheer went up; there was clapping. Della
slumped on the stool, feeling the thing deep inside her, knowing, amidst
her pain, that she had lost the battle.
ÒThere. You have it now,Ó Elgina said, still holding the girl. Della
began to cry. Standing behind her, Julie smirked and reached out and
touched the end of the dildo with the tip of her finger. The nudge was felt
deep in DellaÕs guts, the thing moving slightly inside her. She let out a
new scream. There was more laughter, more clapping.
ÒDo not remove it right away,Ó Elgina said to Johnathan, who seemed
to want to do that now as his girlfriend sobbed in front of him. Julie drew
back her finger. With her hand she clasped JohnathanÕs, which was
reaching forward. ÒLeave it in her,Ó Elgina said. ÒIf the movements of her
body begin to work it out, shove it back up her. I want her to have it all
night. If I had my choice she would report to work on Monday with it still
in her, a chain around her waist to keep it in place. Indeed, letÕs put a belt
around her right now-- something to keep the thing in place no matter
what else we might require of her this evening.Ó
And so it was done, a sort of chastity belt being found, and affixed
so that DellaÕs denouement could not be undone, the belt crossing around
her waist and running between her legs, holding the awful dildo in place.
Despite the girlÕs squirmings, once she was let up from the stool, the
dildo could not be removed, or even the pressure of it relieved. There was
a lock built into the belt. It assured that everything stayed as it was. Her
lover kept the key. When she asked him to unlock her, he only laughed.
Occasionally blood could be seen seeping from around the end of the dildo
protruding from DellaÕs behind. It was wiped away with tissue, by one of
the females. No mention was made of it. It was necessary, part of the
price to be paid by a virgin who had waited too long.
ÒThere are many delightfully awful things that can be done to the
human body,Ó Elgina explained later to Brittney. She had retreated with
her to a bathroom, to bathe, Steven and Clarissa joining them. Kerry
stayed behind in the living room to entertain the guests with his penis.
ÒWhat sort of things?Ó Brittney asked.
ÒWell, take Kerry, for instance,Ó Elgina said. ÒHe has a large cock,
donÕt you think?Ó
ÒYes!Ó Brittney said. ÒBut StevenÕs is just as big.Ó
ÒYes, but Steven is a full-grown man,Ó Elgina said. ÒKerry is 16,
although he looks older. However for his age his cock is very big. It can
be a source of pleasure for me, as it has been many times. But think how
fun it can be to torture it too. In fact I am training him to accept
torture,Ó Elgina said. ÒI am having a special rape rack built where he will
be tied and tortured for hours on end, never permitted to spend, and
punished if he does. Imagine his big cock tormented like that!Ó
ÒOoooh!Ó Brittney said.
ÒI would like you to put yourself in my hands,Ó Elgina said. ÒYou and
Clarissa. You are both still virgins, and the more I think on it the more I
come to believe that we could have some grand things happen. Of course
Steven would have to give his permission,Ó Elgina said, looking at the man.
ÒWhat do you think, Steven? Would you be willing to trade your sole
possession of this lovely young virgin for a cornucopia of pleasure?Ó
ÒWhat sort of pleasure?Ó Steven asked, his cock sticking up through
the foam that layered the surface of the bathwater they were sitting in.
ÒA half dozen young ladies, all to yourself for a week, at my private
residence in Paris,Ó Elgina said. Steven arched an eyebrow. ÒYes I have a
house in Paris too,Ó Elgina told him. ÒI have a small modeling agency
there. The girls will cooperate if I ask them too.Ó
ÒWhy should they?Ó Steven asked.
ÒBecause in reality it is not much of a modelling agency at all, a
complete failure in that respect,Ó Elgina said. ÒI import young women
from Hungary, the Czech Republic, Russia, places like that. They are given
training in satisfying men. If you went to Paris I could arrange for the
girls to keep you for a week. Two weeks, even! Nothing but you and my
half-dozen girls. You will find no virgins among them, but they are quite
new to love. I have a manger who procures new girls as the older ones
find men to marry, and such things. What do you think?Ó Elgina asked
Steven. The man looked at Brittney. She was biting her lower lip, a kind
of puzzled, hopeful look on her face. Suddenly she blurted,
ÒBut who will get me?Ó Elgina looked at the girl. She smiled.
ÒWe will just have to see, darling,Ó Elgina said.
ÒI donÕt know...Ó Steven said.
ÒAgree to it!Ó Elgina urged. ÒImagine, two weeks of nothing but
solid passion. And only your cock to entertain a half-dozen females. IÕll
make it three weeks, then, all expenses paid!Ó Steven looked at his penis.
It twitched in the water, bath foam resting on its tip that stuck up beyond
the waterÕs surface.
ÒWho do I get tonight?Ó Steven asked.
ÒWho do you want?Ó Elgina asked.
ÒI want Brittney,Ó Steven said. ÒAnd Clarissa and you, and that girl
in the other room too, what was her name?Ó
ÒWhich one?Ó Elgina asked.
ÒThe girl with tits as beautiful as yours and BrittneyÕs,Ó Steven
said.
ÒOh. Julie,Ó Elgina answered. ÒYes, I will see to it that you have
both Julie and myself.Ó
Steven thought a moment. He gazed at his cock as he thought and
then he said, looking at Brittney,
ÒWhat do you think?Ó
ÒI donÕt mind,Ó Brittney answered. ClarissaÕs hand had strayed
between her legs, under the waterÕs foam-laden surface, and at that
moment the girl was getting fingered in a place that made her dizzy.
ÒAlright,Ó Steven said. He looked at Elgina. ÒBut IÕve just thought of
a totally perverse thing I want you and Julie to do for me,Ó Steven said.
Elgina shivered, despite the heat of the bath.
ÒIf you insist,Ó she said.
Later, Steven stood naked in ElginaÕs bedroom. The woman and Julie
sat on the bed, gazing up at the man. He looked at them and said,
ÒI want you both to make love to each other. And as youÕre doing it, I
want you to think of this: when you are finished, IÕm going to fuck you
both up the ass. Hard, as hard as Della got it.Ó
ÒOh shit,Ó Julie said. But Steven insisted, and so Elgina embraced
the young woman and they began to make love.
On Monday, Steven arrived in Paris. The house with the half-dozen
girls was waiting for him. They were elegantly dressed, in stockings and
garters and little white bras, and panties that barely covered the cracks
of their bottoms. Steven tore into them like a madman.
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