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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
A Taste For Torture
Chapter Two
It was not a particularly long story, and when Jacinta finished it she
looked up at Kyla with fearful eyes. Several times, reading the story, she
had stumbled over the words, or her voice had faltered, and Kyla had laid
the birch in her hand across JacintaÕs splayed thighs to encourage her to
continue. Now that the story was over Jacinta gazed at Kyla, and at the
birch she had gently pressed to the white skin of her legs.
ÒVery good,Ó Kyla said. ÒNow we must discuss your performance
this weekend. You are quite pretty, with your hair brushed and your face
made up, but you must not allow your delicate looks to inhibit your
fulfillment of your duties. You will be expected to work hard. Your lips,
your hands, and of course your virgin cunt must be applied with relish to
your tasks. And your bottom hole too. No part of yourself must neglect
the opportunity to satisfy the men.Ó Kyla smiled as JacintaÕs eyes grew
wide. ÒDid you read the story about the slave girl in the desert?Ó Kyla
asked, twirling her finger in her brown hair as she spoke. She let the
birch dangle meaningfully in her hand.
ÒYes,Ó Jacinta said. Kyla smiled. She looked like a scared little girl
being told the facts of life.
ÒVery good,Ó Kyla said. ÒThat is how you must be. Energetic, like a
young horse, running its first race. Or like the slave girl. You must not be
bashful or shy. In our ordinary lives we are required to repress our
instincts. For instance, have you ever felt affection for your father?Ó
Jacinta blushed. After a moment she said, ÒNot-- not lately. I mean
when I was little-- I mean Iove my parents but--Ó
ÒQuite right,Ó Kyla said. ÒWhen I was a little girl I liked my daddy,
in an infatuated way. You know? But of course he belonged to my mother,
and I couldnÕt cross her. Then in school I fell in love with my teacher, but
of course all the other kids would have teased me if IÕd become his lover.
So I had to repress my feelings, my desires. Here in our cabin things will
be just the opposite. Instead of repressing yourself you will be expected
to show your feelings. But not merely to show off. Rather to work, to
labor, to actively encourage the feelings of others even as you let your
own desires bubble up to the surface. That is the meaning of the birch,
which frightens you so much. It is simply one more method of producing
emotion. And that is what we will be all about here. Emotion. Sexual
emotion. Not intellectualism or being proper in our behavior, as is so
often the case in the real world. Here emotion will rule, and be raw and
open, and blatantly evident, with the men freely displaying their cocks and
ourselves showing our pussies. And like I said, we will work at
heightening our emotions, by working on each other, and bringing each
other to the pinnacle of pleasure.Ó
Kyla slid into the chair beside Jacinta. Instinctively Jacinta drew
away, which caused her to close her thighs. Jacinta smiled and, softly
laying the birch rod across both their legs, said,
ÒDarling, you keep violating our most fundamental rule. IÕm going to
report your bad behavior to the men. However in the meantime, to put
ourselves in the proper mood for them, letÕs kiss. Open your mouth.Ó Kyla
reached down and clasped JacintaÕs right thigh. She pulled it away from
JacintaÕs left thigh. She draped it over her own legs. At the same time,
she opened her lips. She showed Jacinta her tongue. With wide, fluttering
eyes, Jacinta copied Kyla, parting her own lips and letting her own tongue
protrude.
Their lips touched. Their tongues pressed together. Saliva rolled
from KylaÕs tongue onto JacintaÕs, and the girl gulped. She did not want to
taste this other womanÕs mouth!
Jacinta pulled back. Her lips snapped shut. Kyla shook her head in
disapproval. She reached for the girlÕs chin. She opened the girlÕs lips
again, forcing her mouth to part by pressing in on her cheeks with her
fingers.
ÒKiss,Ó Kyla insisted. She lifted the birch rod slightly with her
other hand, and let it fall once more across both their thighs. Jacinta
shivered. ÒDoes your bottom feel nice and comfy?Ó Kyla asked, after
theyÕd held their lips pressed together for a full minute. Jacinta nodded.
ÒAnd your pussy, is it nice and warm?Ó Kyla asked. She reached down and
stroked the girlÕs cunt. Impulsively JacintaÕs thighs drew inward. But she
caught herself, and opened them again. Her pretty knees trembled in their
white stockings.
ÒYes,Ó Jacinta said, as KylaÕs bare finger brushed her bare cunt.
Jacinta felt a wetness there. She wanted to reciprocate but the silky
white mittens, which sheÕd removed for her bath, but had slipped on again
afterward, clad her fingers in silk. And Kyla was wearing panties.
ÒItÕs alright,Ó Kyla told Jacinta. ÒSlip your fingers into my panties.
Let me feel your pretty mittens brushing against my pubis. You have such
nice mittens. No-- donÕt untie them! You look so sweet wearing them.
Stick your finger into my panties and make me as wet as IÕm making you.Ó
The fire crackled, throwing waves of warmth over the girls.
Meanwhile, outside, the snowfall had thickened. A storm was closing in
but the girls, warm in each otherÕs arms and enjoying the fire, did not
notice. Finally Kyla pulled away from Jacinta and glanced over her
shoulder.
ÒOh! It will be dark soon,Ó Kyla said. ÒI do hope the men havenÕt
been delayed.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Jacinta murmured. Her mind was whirling. Her lips were
wet, and now bore the lipstick not only that she had chosen, but that Kyla
had chosen for her own lips as well. Her sex was wet and she wondered if
the big overstuffed chair she was sitting in had become stained. That
would be embarrassing, she thought. So embarrassing. To rise from the
chair to greet the men, and leave a noticeable wet spot in her wake!
ÒOh! There they are!Ó Kyla cried. She pointed.
ÒWhere?!Ó Jacinta asked. She crossed her arms over her bosoms but,
at the same time, leaned forward in her chair.
ÒGo to the window, dear. DonÕt be ashamed. Go and wave to them,Ó
Kyla told the girl. She grasped the birch which had been lying across their
legs.
Trembling, Jacinta stood up. She was about to go to the window
when suddenly, despite her jumbled, disordered thoughts, her practical
side intervened. ÒOh, but I do not have any pills!Ó Jacinta gasped.
ÒHmmmm?Ó Kyla asked. There was a smile on her lips.
ÒPills! Like, you know-- birth control!Ó Jacinta said.
ÒIt is no matter, dear. I donÕt have any birth control either,Ó Kyla
said.
ÒBut we will both get-- get pregnant!Ó Jacinta cried.
ÒWell, I do have one small consolation,Ó Kyla smiled. ÒI have several
pills of RU-486. So donÕt worry about becoming a mother. If the men
impregnate you, and I have a urine test in the bathroom which can test you
for that, IÕll simply give you RU-486 at the end of the weekend. As for
myself, perhaps I should have told you this sooner. IÕm planning to become
pregnant.Ó
ÒYou are?Ó Jacinta gasped.
ÒYes,Ó Kyla said. ÒDarnell and I talked about it last weekend, and we
agreed to it.Ó She laughed. ÒThe men should have quite an interesting
time, with you being a virgin and with me hoping to bear DarnellÕs child.
So it wonÕt be quite the straightforward party it seems. Now go to the
window and wave, and let the men know weÕre here.Ó Kyla picked up the
birch. ÒI insist,Ó she added.
In her stocking feet, shivering but obeying, Jacinta went to the big
picture window at the front of the cabin. She stood next to the vase with
the birch rods in it. She was warm, for the fire was warm and the cabin
was otherwise heated, her body trembling not from the cold but from her
nervous excitement. However when she pressed her nose to the window
she could feel the cold outside, beyond the pane of the glass. Her breath
made a circle of haze on the glass. Then, at a word from Kyla, Jacinta
checked her stance. She found her thighs were too closely spaced. She
opened them.
ÒFarther,Ó Kyla insisted. ÒShow your belly and your lips. Push your
hips forward, and let your virgin womb, pressed up against the glass,
welcome the men.Ó
Jacinta obeyed. She licked her lips and opened her mouth. She
shoved forward her hips. She widened her legs still further and placed
herself in a provocative, sex-offering stance. She blushed at the same
time, hugely embarrassed by what she was doing. But behind herself she
could hear Kyla swishing the birch rod through the warm air. Instinctively
Jacinta reached back. With one hand she managed to cup one of the cheeks
of her ass. With her other hand she waved at five figures coming toward
her, through thick-falling snow, on skis.
ÒOh, there are so many!Ó Jacinta gasped. Five men! She wanted to
shrink from the window. But she had little doubt that Kyla would whack
her if she did. She did not want to receive them with tears in her eyes,
and a birch-streaked bottom, like the girl in the erotic story sheÕd read.
So she continued waving, and one of them, then two, waved back.
Jacinta wondered if one of the men waving was Darnell! A thrill
raced through her. Darnell might be waving at her, despite the fact that he
was coming to impregnate Kyla! Jacinta felt a lust welling within her. It
was the lust of one woman competing with another, for the attentions of a
man. Yes, it must be Darnell waving, Jacinta concluded, for he had blonde
hair showing under the ski cap he wore. But who were all those other men,
and would they be staying here too?
Flushing fiercely, feeling more embarrassed than sheÕd ever felt in
her life, Jacinta continued to wave. Behind her Kyla swept the air with
her birch. Jacinta might have reached over and taken a birch for herself
from the vase. But she had no idea how to use at them, and the very sight
of them so terrified her that she didnÕt even think of grabbing one to
defend herself with. So she continued to wave, until suddenly, she
realized that the blonde who was waving at her was a woman.
ÒOh my God!Ó Jacinta cried. She darted away from the window.
ÒWhatÕs wrong?Ó Kyla asked.
ÒIÕve been waving to a WOMAN!Ó Jacinta shouted. She looked
accusingly at Kyla.
ÒOf course, dear,Ó Kyla said. ÒThree men and two women. ThatÕs
whatÕs supposed to be coming.Ó
ÒOH I canÕt expose myself like this to women!Ó Jacinta wailed. She
rushed to the fireplace, for Kyla was still sitting in the big overstuffed
chair. She grabbed a pillow and flounced down on the bearskin. But she
was in a quandary. For as she hugged the pillow to herself, and flattened
herself on the bearskin, she was all too aware of her bare ass sticking up
behind her.
Kyla got up. She walked over to Jacinta. The birch rod in her hand
wobbled menacingly as she approached the fire, and the young girl lying in
front of it. Kyla watched as JacintaÕs hind cheeks tensed. As Kyla closed
on the girl she suddenly let go of the pillow. Her hands flew back behind
herself and clapped protectively over her ass.
ÒOh, donÕt!Ó Jacinta cried, fearing Kyla would strike. But Kyla
simply stood over the girl, and gazed down at her. Finally she said,
ÒPlease donÕt be a spoiled brat. IÕm expecting you to be a mature adult,
despite being only 14. Get up. Help me greet the men and get their things
off. This can be quite enjoyable if youÕll just grow up a little.Ó
Not letting her thoughts coalesce, for she feared they would make
her too shy to continue, Jacinta stood up. She did it reluctantly. Kyla had
to take her hand and lead her with firm steps to the door. There, standing
inside the warm cabin, they listened as the five skiers reached the door.
They heard them laugh as they took off their skis. They heard them stomp
on the mat outside the door. Finally, there was a knock. Kyla smiled at
Jacinta. She kissed the girlÕs blushing cheek. Then, she reached for the
deadbolt over the door handle, and lifted it up.
The door opened. Kyla threw herself into the arms of the first
person to enter. It was a man.
ÒDarnell!Ó Jacinta gasped. Kyla ground her panty-clad figure against
DarnellÕs snow-flecked winter clothes. Jacinta watched as the brunette
pressed herself tightly to him. She began shivering from the cold of his
outerwear against her bare skin.
Jacinta had her own epiphany, moments later. The second man to
enter sidestepped Darnell and Kyla and smiled at her. She met him nude
and blushing, in just her stockings and peignoir. She was face to face
with him and, in addition to being fully dressed, with snow on his
shoulders and in his beard, he had an axe in his hand.
ÒOh my!Ó Jacinta gasped. The man tossed the axe to the floor.
ÒDonÕt be frightened,Ó he said, and smiled again at Jacinta. ÒDo we
have enough firewood?Ó
ÒI-- I donÕt know,Ó Jacinta stammered. She gazed at the wood rack
next to the fireplace.
ÒIt looks like we do. At least for tonight,Ó the man said. He
approached her. His boots trod wetly on the wall-to-wall carpet. He
reached for her. Jacinta drew back but the man was big and before she
could escape to the far side of the cabin, to the warmth of the fire, his
hands had clasped her thin torso. His thumbs pressed into her ribs.
Jacinta felt her breathing become labored.
ÒYou are quite charming,Ó the man said to Jacinta.
ÒThanks,Ó Jacinta said, and felt her blush deepen to an unbearable
hue. How silly she looked, red-faced and standing naked before him like
this!
ÒCareful,Ó Kyla called. She broke her embrace with Darnell. ÒThat
oneÕs a virgin.Ó
ÒA what?Ó the man asked. His grip on Jacinta tightened. His thumbs
pressed hard into her sides. Jacinta felt herself turn beet red.
Two women entered the cabin. They pulled off their caps. One was a
blonde, like Jacinta. The other one was a redhead. A man came in behind
the women. He was as handsome as the first two men, and Jacinta found
herself barely able to breathe as she considered all the possibilities these
men offered. With her heart racing, she watched as the group edged away
from the door. The last man to enter turned around and shut it. He
replaced the dead bolt.
Kyla was still holding her birch rod and it waggled with tense
stiffness in front of the guests. There was laughter, as they began
unzipping coats and unbuckling boots.
ÒI was afraid you wouldnÕt come,Ó Kyla confessed to Darnell. ÒWas
the snow bad?Ó
ÒNot too bad,Ó Darnell answered. ÒBut itÕs going to get worse. IÕm
glad we made it.Ó
ÒI helped Jacinta get settled,Ó Kyla said. She glanced at the girl,
who was smiling with raw emotion at the man with the beard, whose name
she didnÕt even know. He was smiling back and he had yet to begin to
remove his clothing, he was so entranced by the young virgin.
ÒI see we have the means for correcting any misbehavior,Ó Darnell
said. His eyes flicked to KylaÕs birch.
ÒYes. I promised her weÕd use it, too,Ó Kyla said. ÒShe was rather
difficult, actually. She kept closing her legs, and putting her hands over
herself.Ó
ÒShe seems more open-minded now,Ó Darnell said. He looked at
Jacinta. Impetuously, perhaps out of lust or in a bid for protection, she
had suddenly crushed herself to the man with the beard. Their mouths
were locked in a passionate kiss. At the same time his hands, chastely,
remained on her ribs, though he could have easily found many more
charming places to put them.
ÒOh, kiss me! Kiss me again!Ó Kyla implored Darnell. He did.
Meanwhile, the remaining man found himself embraced also, by the two
females who had come in just ahead of him.
And so the kisses continued, for several long minutes. The fire
crackled in the background as they shared kisses and explored with their
tongues. Finally the couples broke up. They then proceeded to undress, and
make themselves at home in the cabin. To JacintaÕs surprise the men did
not stop when they had stripped off their coats and sweaters. They kept
right on going, until everything, even their underpants, had been removed.
Their cocks stuck up like flagposts and their balls, full and heavy, hung
pendant between their legs. Meanwhile the females also stripped naked,
so at last Kyla and Jacinta wore the most clothing of anyone in the room!
ÒOh! I feel overdressed now,Ó Jacinta gasped. Her mittened hands
fiddled with the bows that held up her stockings.
ÒYou look very nice, dear,Ó Kyla said to the girl. ÒYou are the only
virgin present, after all. Come, letÕs have some coffee, everyone. We can
sit at the bar and discuss our plans for the evening.Ó
And so, in another unique turn of events, Jacinta found that the
group, though bare-skinned and obviously excited, did not immediately
descend into an orgy. Instead they migrated to the bar. They sat open-
legged, showing their ardor to each other but not otherwise touching. Eyes
flashed. Lips sipped at hot coffee. Hands moved cautiously, lest the
coffee spill on sex-heated loins. Outside the wind had increased. It could
be heard howling around the cabin. Against the big picture window a
snowdrift was accumulating, and it threatened, if left to itself, to cover
up the window, so that they could no longer gaze through it.
ÒSomeone should go out and shovel that snow away,Ó Chip, who had
been the last man to enter, commented.
ÒBe my guest,Ó Roger, the man with the beard who had brought in the
axe, said. ÒCut up some wood while youÕre out there.Ó
ÒShit. I donÕt feel like it. IsnÕt this the era of womenÕs liberation?Ó
Chip asked. He looked at Sue, the blonde, who had come in with the
redhead.
ÒNot for me,Ó Sue replied. She smiled at the redhead and asked,
ÒHow about you?Ó
ÒIÕd rather cuddle by a warm fire,Ó the redhead, who was named
Betsy, answered.
ÒSpeaking of which,Ó Kyla said. ÒLetÕs.Ó She put down her coffee
cup. Darnell looked at her. His eyes fell to her sexily parted legs. Only a
thin strip of black silk came between his eyes and her nest.
ÒDonÕt you think itÕs time we, uh, did something a little more
productive?Ó Darnell asked. KylaÕs eyes brightened.
ÒLike what, dear?Ó Kyla asked. Her voice was laced with innocence.
It was a temptingly false innocence, and Betsy giggled.
ÒLike 69?Ó Darnell, not wanting to rush his girlfriend, and the future
mother of his children, suggested.
ÒActually, I have a little business to take care of with Betsy and
Sue,Ó Chip said. He looked at the two girls. They blushed. Then Sue said,
ÒOh, really, Chip! We didnÕt take that long!Ó
ÒYes you did,Ó Chip answered. ÒLetÕs go, both of you. A bottom-
smacking for you both, with a birch rod!Ó
To JacintaÕs amazement, the two girls got up from their bar stools.
They clasped hands. Together they walked over to the fireplace. Chip,
meanwhile, who had arrived carrying a black bag, went to the front door,
where heÕd set it down next to his boots. Naked, with his dick waggling
and his ass temptingly bare, he bent over it. He opened it. He drew from it
straps. They were made of leather. He also drew out several lengths of
chain. The chains gleamed in the firelight as he carried them, along with
the straps, over to the waiting girls.
ÒOh! How entertaining!Ó Kyla exclaimed. She stepped over to
Jacinta. She took her by the hand. Together they watched as Chip bound
Betsy and Sue. He tied them so that they stood face to face. He made
them stand in front of the picture window, where the snow was piling up.
But it had not covered the window yet and a traveller, passing on skis,
might see them kissing, above the snow piled against the sash, as the
birch marked their skin. He then ordered them to kiss, and they did,
despite their trembling and their anxious glances in his direction.
WHACK! The birch rod struck SueÕs behind. She emitted a muffled
gasp. Her lips pressed hard to BetsyÕs in an attempt to squelch the sting.
She winced, but the blow had not been hard enough to bring a scream from
her.
Kyla, holding Jacinta by the hand, tightened her grip on the girlÕs
fingers.
ÒHarder,Ó Kyla implored. Jacinta gave her a worried glance. It
wasnÕt KylaÕs bottom that was being hit!
But Chip obeyed. The next blow, on BetsyÕs bottom, was twice as
hard as that which had struck Sue. BetsyÕs eyes bulged. Her lips pressed
frantically to SueÕs, perhaps out of fear that if she ceased kissing her
friend, Chip would be even harder with her.
Sue watched as Chip changed his position, and aimed again at her
ass. She tightened her pretty cheeks. She tugged at her bonds, obviously
wishing to cover herself, but unable to, for her hands were tied above her.
ÒReady?Ó Chip asked. Sue shook her head ÔnoÕ. ÒGood,Ó Chip told her.
WHACK! The birch bit into SueÕs rump. The girlÕs face tightened in
pain. Her ass tensed and her eyelids fluttered with anxious alarm. Again
she tugged at her bonds, but it was impossible for her to remove her hands
from the straps. The chains above her head clinked. Her lips pressed
hungrily to BetsyÕs, seeking solace in the softness of the other girlÕs
mouth.
ÒOh! He is hurting her!Ó Jacinta blurted.
ÒYes, dear, and I will do the same to you. Or Darnell will,Ó Kyla said.
ÒBut not now. Just watch, and enjoy. See how the birch provokes such
emotion!Ó
WHACK! Chip swung the birch in again, hitting Betsy this time. The
girlÕs mouth broke from SueÕs. A scream tore from her throat.
ÒOh I do not wish to be punished!Ó Jacinta cried, watching.
ÒYour ass is too pretty not to be,Ó Kyla told the young girl. ÒYou
have a perfect, bumptious arse, and I intend to see it bounce to the wood.
But not yet, not yet, dear. First we will lie in front of the fire, and enjoy
each other with our mouths.Ó
ÒWith our mouths?Ó Jacinta asked. She looked at Kyla. She looked at
the womanÕs mouth, which she had already spent long minutes kissing.
She didnÕt like having KylaÕs lipstick on her own lips. Kyla laughed. She
glanced at Darnell, then looked again at the girl.
ÒWe will not be kissing this time, dear. Instead, we will be in a 69.
Like Darnell suggested. Except there will be four of us.Ó
ÒYou mean--?Ó Jacinta cried.
ÒYes! Your pretty lips to DarnellÕs tool, and DarnellÕs mouth to my
cunt, and my cunt to Roger, whom you enjoyed kissing so much, by the
door. And RogerÕs mouth to your virgin cunt,Ó Kyla said.
The brunette stood. She urged Jacinta off the bar stool and Jacinta
stood up also. Together they clasped hands with Darnell and Roger.
Slowly they began to walk toward the fire as Chip, still wielding his
birch, provoked new cries from Betsy and Sue.
Kyla, despite holding hands with Darnell, also managed to hold on to
her own birch rod. It wiggled out in front of the foursome as they crossed
the carpet. The men laughed, watching it. Their own erections stuck out
in front of them as they walked. Jacinta, next to Roger and with Darnell
walking opposite Kyla, who held her hand, was all too conscious of both
the penises and the rod. She felt her pussy wetten, even as her eyes
widened with fright.
ÒMmmmm. ItÕs so comfortable,Ó Kyla said, reaching the bearskin.
She dropped to her knees. She lay down upon it, in front of the fire. She
looked up at Jacinta. Still holding the rod, which she drew briefly across
her lips, she said to the girl, ÒCare to join me?Ó
Jacinta felt her knees bend. Roger was pressing on her shoulders.
She dropped onto the carpet beside the bearskin. Kyla smiled at her. She
leaned forward and gave the girl a kiss. On her lips, transferring more of
her ruby lipstick onto JacintaÕs rose-colored lips. Dark red against pink
roses. JacintaÕs cheeks flushed to the color of her lipstick.
Kyla picked up the birch. She presented it to Jacinta. But she did
not want the girl to take it from her. Instead she wanted her to put her
mouth to it.
ÒKiss it,Ó Kyla commanded.
ÒOh, I cannot!Ó Jacinta said. Kyla pressed the birch close. Jacinta
felt its stiff, prickle-nubbed surface push upon her mouth. It was rough
against her lips. Nonetheless, despite the discomfort, having little choice
in the matter and not wishing to look foolish, Jacinta kissed it.
ÒAgain,Ó Kyla said. ÒDo it with a sense of enthusiasm.Ó
JacintaÕs blush deepened. Her cheeks took on the color of KylaÕs
lipstick now, as she opened her mouth and accepted the sharp wooden
birch between her lips.
ÒYes,Ó Kyla said. JacintaÕs mouth wettened the birch where her lips
pressed. She sucked upon it, as if sucking on the side of a manÕs penis
shaft. After a long minute, Kyla drew the birch away. Jacinta saw the
stain her saliva had left on the wood. Right in the center of it, in the
middle of the long, flexible rod. There was a hint of lipstick there too,
and to Jacinta it looked vaguely like blood. Jacinta shivered.
ÒVery good,Ó Kyla said. She smiled at the girl. With the point of the
birch rod she stroked JacintaÕs white stockings.
ÒOh, donÕt! YouÕll put runs in them!Ó Jacinta cried. Impulsively she
drew back. Her thighs closed as she retreated from the sharp tip of the
wood.
ÒKeep your legs apart!Ó Kyla warned. Jacinta obeyed. Her knees
trembled as she obeyed. She showed her sex, waiting with soft-lipped
glory between the chaste long stockings that stretched up her legs.
Kyla pointed the birch at herself. She emitted a soft ÒOoooh!Ó as she
poked herself with the birch. She stabbed at her sex, letting the tip of the
stick drive into her pretty silk panties. Jacinta watched with wide eyes
as Jacinta began putting runs in the soft, vulnerable silk. Once, twice,
three times Kyla tore at her undies.
ÒOh! YouÕll ruin them!Ó Jacinta said. The men gazed with ravenous
eyes. Kyla wore expensive panties, but she now treated them as if they
were nothing; a hindrance, even, something to be torn away and discarded.
Ruthlessly she ripped into the silk. Again and again she prodded herself,
and the panties, once so small and perfect, now began to be shredded.
When Jacinta stabbed too deeply, or too carelessly, the stick sent sharp
pains into her pussy. ÒOoooh! Ooooooooh!Ó Kyla cried, suffering under the
stick, yet determined to rip her underwear with it.
Through the torn silk, KylaÕs sexlips appeared. They were like pretty
leaves, pink leaves, exposed by the tearing away of some alien carapace.
Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, KylaÕs sex was made visible.
She smiled at herself. She tossed aside the stick. She pressed a finger to
her warm cunt.
ÒMmmmm,Ó Kyla said. She licked her lips. She looked at Darnell.
ÒTonight your penis will go up me, right here, and in nine months weÕll
have a baby!Ó Kyla said excitedly to her lover. ÒHe will come out of me
right... here!Ó She poked herself with her finger. ÒHeÕll stretch me, even
wider than you will stretch me. And IÕll feel the fullness of him being
pushed out of my womb.Ó
His eyes full of lust, Darnell stepped toward Kyla. His penis arched
in front of him. It looked to Jacinta like a big snake. A big, thick-veined
reptile, intent on finding a home. Kyla, for all her enthusiasm, drew back
from her lover.
ÒNot yet,Ó she said. She put a finger to Darnell, pressing it right to
his penis tip, to his pee hole, restraining him, yet at the same time soiling
her finger, for there was a big dollop of pre-cum oozing from the tip. Kyla
smiled. ÒNot yet, dear,Ó she said again. ÒTonight is special, and weÕre
going to take our time and enjoy it.Ó
As Sue and Betsy felt the sharp, stinging birch bite into their
bottoms, Kyla drew off her panties. She held them up. She displayed them
on the tip of her finger so that everyone, even Chip, across the room, could
see them. Then Kyla turned. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the
insubstantial bit of silk into the fire. Jacinta gasped as she saw the
flames consume KylaÕs black panties.
Kyla turned and looked at Jacinta. The blondeÕs hands fell to her
stockings. She gripped them possessively. She felt the inlaid silk ribbons
which, tied about her legs in pretty bows, kept her stockings taut on her
thighs. KylaÕs eyes lifted to JacintaÕs peignoir.
ÒNo!Ó Jacinta gasped. Immediately her hands flew to her bosoms. It
was only a transparent garment. It hardly kept the menÕs eyes from her.
Yet she liked it, liked the feel of it, and the illusion of modesty it gave
her.
ÒTake it off,Ó Kyla told Jacinta.
ÒNo. Please,Ó Jacinta begged.
Kyla picked up the switch. Jacinta felt her breath catch in her
throat. The wiggling birch was extended toward her. It touched her ribs.
Jacinta tried to brush it away and Kyla managed to outmaneuver her. A
second later the birchÕs sharp tip caught JacintaÕs peignoir, just under her
right nipple.
ÒOh, youÕll tear it!Ó Jacinta said forlornly. She watched with wide
eyes as Kyla began to torment the silk. Bee-sting like, the switch poked
into JacintaÕs soft breast. ÒOooooh! No! Oooooooooh!Ó Jacinta gasped.
ÒKeep your hands down! Grip your stockings!Ó Kyla ordered the girl.
Trembling, Jacinta obeyed. She squeezed her eyes shut. She felt the birch
rip her soft blouse. She bit her lip to hold back her gasps as the stick
poked at her, lightly, nipping her flesh as it tore at her peignoir. It was
such a pretty garment. How awful it was to have it torn up by a stick!
Slowly, deliberately, Kyla rent the peignoir. She cut apart the fabric
so that first one of JacintaÕs young breasts fell out of it, then the other,
like cowÕs udders being liberated for milking. Gently Kyla pressed the
birch rod to JacintaÕs bare tits. She impressed it into the girlÕs milk-
white flesh, bringing a gasp from Jacinta.
ÒImagine the birch decorating your breasts,Ó Kyla said to Jacinta.
ÒNo,Ó Jacinta breathed.
ÒYour breasts and your bottom,Ó Kyla said.
ÒNo!Ó Jacinta gasped.
ÒCutting into the flesh of your lovely gourds, and tattooing your
sassy behind.Ó
ÒNo, please!Ó Jacinta begged. Kyla lifted the birch. She scraped it
outward and upward along the curved, lily white skin of JacintaÕs tits,
bringing a soft cry from the teen. The wood lifted JacintaÕs nipples, like a
corset. Slowly Kyla lifted the rod even more, until JacintaÕs nipples
slipped under the rising wood and wiggled freely beneath it.
ÒOne,Ó Kyla said to Jacinta. Her eyes bored deep. She lifted the rod.
ÒNo!Ó Jacinta shouted. She lifted her hands. She clapped them over
her tits. But they were large tits, and she could feel the flesh escaping
her hands, under them, above them, like the big water balloons she used to
fill at the sink as a child.
Kyla laughed. She struck Jacinta lightly on her flat belly.
ÒOoooh!Ó Jacinta cried. Immediately, like a toddler rushing to
inspect an ache, JacintaÕs eyes darted to her tummy. Her hands flew down
too, leaving her bosoms to press against her belly.
ÒAre in in such pain?Ó Kyla joked. She watched with amusement as
Jacinta gazed at herself, looking for any mark the birch might have left it
its wake. There was none, for Kyla had been very gentle. ÒImagine how
your belly will be in nine months, after the men have filled you,Ó Kyla said
to Jacinta. The blonde looked up at the woman. ÒUnless, of course, I give
you RU-486, afterward,Ó Kyla added.
ÒOh but I intend to remain a virgin!Ó Jacinta said quickly.
ÒWhat? You intend to tease us all weekend long with your little
pussy?Ó Kyla asked. She reached for the girl. Jacinta drew back. But
Kyla, with her quick, long fingers, managed to grab hold of JacintaÕs
peignoir. With a sudden, loud RIIIIIIIIIP! Kyla tore the garment
completely open. Another tug, and it was shorn from Jacinta, who cried
out at the roughness of her friend. Kyla looked at the blouse in her hands.
It had been so delicate, so lovely, yet now it was useless, a transparent,
shredded scrap, like a torn hymen. With a flick of her wrist, Kyla tossed
it into the fire. At once the flames consumed it. Jacinta, her hands once
more on her breasts, gazed after the garment with forlorn eyes. It was
only smoke now, wafting out of the cabinÕs chimney.
Kyla lay down. She laid on her back. She tilted her head toward
Jacinta and opened her arms.
ÒCome here,Ó Kyla said. ÒYou are young and tight. I will not have you
fucked directly. You must be opened first. A mouth is perfect for that.
We will make each other nice and wet, with our mouths, and taste the
first fruits of our desire. Then the men can probe us and make us a little
more open, in our minds and in our bodies, until at last you are ready to be
stabbed and released from your virgin slumber.Ó
Despite the protests sheÕd uttered only moments before, Jacinta
rose to her knees. With the firelight flickering in her eyes, blushing a
little, she kneed her way forward. Kyla reached for her. She caught the
girl around her waist. She opened her lips. Lewdly, as if offering a small
penis, she extended her tongue. Jacinta felt her cunt pass over the
womanÕs hot mouth. She felt KylaÕs breath exhale upward, blowing up her
thighs like the ash of her burnt peignoir, ascending the chimney. KylaÕs
breath touched JacintaÕs sex. Jacinta flinched.
ÒNow is not the time to be afraid,Ó Kyla whispered, her breath
tickling JacintaÕs cunt as she spoke. ÒPut your flower to my mouth. Place
your petals against my lips. I want to taste them. Your lips to mine. Let
your nectar mingle with my own.Ó
ÒOoooh!Ó Jacinta gasped. She relented, despite all her misgivings.
She plopped her naked ass down onto KylaÕs pretty eyes, at the same time
placing her cleft on the womanÕs mouth. ÒOoooook!Ó Jacinta announced as
KylaÕs tongue slid up into her cunt. Kyla grabbed the girlÕs thighs. Jacinta
attempted to rise but Kyla held her firmly. She invaded Jacinta, causing
the girlÕs breasts to wobble with awkward abandon as she tried, and
failed, to get off her friendÕs face.
ÒNo! Stop!Ó Jacinta begged. Kyla, her face deep in the teenÕs snatch,
gave a hearty laugh. Jacinta wiggled but could not break free. Then she
didnÕt want to, for she felt the first pangs of orgasm hit her as Kyla found
her hymen.
ÒMmmmmm,Ó Kyla murmured, licking the tender membrane. Jacinta
gasped. She ground herself against the womanÕs face. It felt so good to be
penetrated! She was being opened! For the first time in her life!
Wantonly, with eager hands, Jacinta reached back behind herself. She
gripped the cheeks of her ass. She spread herself, feeling the air touch
her anus. She displayed it to whomever wished to look. With brazen
pleasure she showed off her rear virgin hole, even as she permitted the
one between her legs to be violated.
ÒYesssss,Ó Jacinta screamed. Eagerly she pressed herself harder to
KylaÕs face. She must be open, open, and riven and filled! But at the
moment, exciting as it was, there was only a wet, female tongue licking
her. It pried deep but had nothing to offer her but saliva.
A wave of shock passed through Jacinta. How bold she was! How
naughty! Embarrassed by her newfound sexuality, she used all her strength
to yank herself up. Her legs broke free of KylaÕs hands and her ass lifted
off the womanÕs face.
ÒOh! Come back!Ó Kyla begged. She stared upward at the girlÕs cunt,
with her tongue reaching for it, wiggling between JacintaÕs spread thighs
as the blushing teen gazed down at her.
ÒShe wants me to lick her cunt, I think,Ó Roger said. He dropped to
his knees beside Jacinta. He was much bigger than the girl and, despite
her resistance, he managed to push her onto her back. Jacinta felt the rug.
It was so soft, so comforting. Would they really use it for such a
perverted purpose as eating each otherÕs loins?
Feeling her face turning scarlet, Jacinta drew up her legs. She
pressed them together. She felt the rubbing of silk against silk as her
stockings touched. She looked at her knees. How pretty they looked in
their white sheathing stockings. She would be modest. She would remain
virginal, despite the excitement sheÕd had at feeling herself opened. She
would just watch, she told herself. She would not participate in their
wicked games.
A shadow loomed over Jacinta. Her breath caught in her throat. The
sudden capturing of her breath made her bare bosoms wobble. At the same
time, traitorously, her nipples, which had just begun to soften, perked up
with coral stiffness.
Roger glared down at Jacinta. His beard was heavy. His eyes were
hot. He grabbed her. Jacinta felt her legs wrenched apart. Suddenly she
wished again for Kyla, for her soft, delicate touch. Firm but so delicate.
Anything was better than this! Now she was enduring large, hairy fingers
that yanked her open. Her childishly slim thighs were not urged apart but
forced, like a turkey being forced in preparation for a Thanksgiving
stuffing.
ÒKeep your legs open,Ó Roger said gruffly to the girl. ÒDid Kyla not
train you?Ó He pulled JacintaÕs thin legs, in their white stockings, farther
apart. Her sex was exposed. Roger brought his bearded face down to
JacintaÕs virgin cunt and the girl screamed.
Roger ate. His lips and tongue were more tender than his hands.
Jacinta swooned. She tried resisting at first but it was impossible to
resist a man, especially one of RogerÕs size. He kept her open with little
effort. At last Jacinta succumbed, letting herself enjoy what she could
not escape. Then, sadistically, Roger gave her even less, teasing her
lightly until she began to blush again at the thought of what she was
doing.
ÒYes,Ó Roger said. ÒI can tease too.Ó He lifted his face from her sex.
He kissed her soft belly. Slowly he began licking her thighs, until Jacinta
was quite red in the face at the thought of herself so lewdly exposed, and
herself so available to him.
ÒMmmmm,Ó she heard Kyla say. ÒDinner time.Ó
A little while later, when Jacinta had regained her senses, though
hardly her composure, for Roger was once more sniffing and kissing her
sex with his bearded lips, she turned her head to see Darnell. Actually it
was DarnellÕs penis. JacintaÕs eyes bulged as she realized its purpose in
lying so close to her face.
ÒTake it,Ó Jacinta heard Darnell say. She glanced up along his body.
She saw his eyes staring down at her, along the line of his chest and his
flat, indrawn belly. The man was tensing, with his cock jutting out,
preparing himself for the pleasure of being sucked by her virgin lips.
ÒOh, I donÕt want to!Ó Jacinta said. In response Darnell shoved his
hips forward. His dick bumped JacintaÕs nose. The girlÕs bulging eyes
widened further.
ÒTake it!Ó Darnell told Jacinta again.
There was a smacking sound, as of lips being pulled from the very
thing Jacinta was now looking at.
ÒMmmmm. Is she being resistant, dear?Ó Jacinta heard Kyla say.
With a start, Jacinta realized that the sound she had heard, the squelchy
sound preceding KylaÕs voice, had been the sound of the woman drawing her
lips from RogerÕs dick. The very man who was licking her!
Jacinta arched her back. She swooned.
ÒOh please, Roger! Eat me for dinner!Ó Jacinta begged. She offered
her sex now, like a fishwoman offering up a fresh catch in the market.
Roger, his own penis stiffly presented to Kyla, already bearing the marks
of her lipstick, bent his head. He sucked and bit at JacintaÕs cunt.
ÒYes!Ó Jacinta cried. How energetic he was! Yet how sensitive,
realizing she was a virgin and had never done this before!
Darnell was ruder. His cock bumped Jacinta again. This time he
struck her right on the lips. Confusedly Jacinta looked at the object being
presented to her. Suddenly she felt a sharp sting on one of her opened
thighs. It was the birch!
ÒTake it, dear,Ó Kyla insisted. Jacinta rubbed the outside of her
thigh, where the birch had stung her. How sharp it had felt, despite the
stockings she wore! Jacinta opened her mouth. A scream permeated the
room and the sound of the birch, ChipÕs birch, striking raw flesh was
heard. Jacinta closed her lips over the tip of DarnellÕs penis. She tasted
salt.
ÒMore!Ó Darnell urged. He pressed himself deeper between JacintaÕs
cheeks.
ÒDonÕt make him cum in your mouth, or IÕll sting you good,Ó Kyla
warned Jacinta. ÒI want his sperm for my womb.Ó
ÒOh, my!Ó Jacinta tried to say, over the big tool pressing fleshily
into her lips. Like a snake it slid in deeper, and she had to use her tongue
against it to hold it back. Darnell was eager. Jacinta heard a cry from
Kyla as Darnell pressed his own lips to KylaÕs cunt. The woman must have
reciprocated by sucking Roger, for the manÕs mouth suddenly became more
urgent against JacintaÕs sex.
ÒOOOOOOH!Ó Jacinta gasped, over the big meaty dick in her mouth.
Roger ate at her hungrily now. He no longer used the short, tentative
strokes he had started with. He pried into her virgin cunt with his tongue,
as if hoping to tear her hymen with it. Jacinta, unable to get up, fearing
the birch, could only suck harder on Darnell in response. But he answered
her by plunging deeper! Jacinta felt herself violated at both ends. It was
heady, it was scary, she was being double-fucked, yet by menÕs tongues,
not by their penises!
Kyla, meanwhile, lapped at Roger. She did it with the sensuousness
of a well-trained cat. Roger felt her take his tool in her mouth and savor
it, enjoying its size and length as if it were part of a meal. She sucked
the tip, then pulled it from her lips. She stroked her tongue along the
shaft. She traced every vein, feeling them throb as they circulated blood
through the engorged organ. Finally, satisfied that sheÕd been offered a
thing of great value, she eased the big dick back into her mouth.
Roger lifted his face from between JacintaÕs legs.
ÒUhn. DonÕt make me spill!Ó Roger told Kyla. The brunette once more
pulled the manÕs snake-like dong from her mouth.
ÒOh, but I want you to!Ó Kyla replied. ÒI donÕt want you sticking this
big thing into a virgin!Ó
JacintaÕs eyes widened. SheÕd had a chance to look at both men.
Roger was big, but Darnell was even bigger. What did Kyla mean, that she
didnÕt want Roger to do her? She was thankful for KylaÕs concern for her
chastity. But she also remembered that Jacinta had warned her not to let
Darnell cum in her mouth. Yet Kyla intended to have all of Roger. She was
not going to limit herself. Jacinta gasped as Roger, feeling himself put
back into KylaÕs mouth, burrowed deeper into her. Greedily, Jacinta sucked
hard on Darnell. If Kyla was going to steal RogerÕs thunder, then Jacinta
wasnÕt going to spare Darnell! She wanted to have just as much, and no
less, no matter the consequences.
ÒHey! Ack!Ó Darnell protested. His hips twisted with anxious
pleasure. He felt his cock being worked by the girl, by her lips and tongue,
with a sense of newfound desire. Both her hands clasped his balls. Like a
baby sucking a fat, oversized straw, Jacinta worked DarnellÕs loins. ÒOh,
God! Kyla! IÕm going to cum!Ó Darnell warned his wife-to-be.
ÒOh, stop!!!Ó Kyla murmured. But she herself did not stop. She
sucked Roger hard. He groaned in response, and lanced deep into Jacinta,
while pushing himself with anxious need into KylaÕs mouth.
Suddenly, abruptly, both men came. Roger uttered a passionate
shout. Kyla was startled by the sudden release of seed into her mouth.
She let out a cry and squeezed RogerÕs dick with her hands. But it was like
trying to restrain a fire hose on full throttle. Roger blasted himself into
the back of her mouth. His sperm bloated her cheeks, overspilled her lips,
and went thundering down her throat.
For Jacinta, who was still a virgin, the shock was even greater. She
screamed as Darnell exploded into her mouth. It was her first taste of
sperm and she found it disagreeable. It was too salty, too sticky, and
there was too much of it! She felt like Kate Winslet on the Titanic, with
the foam-white water engulfing her. She had no notion at all what to do
with it all. Finally, after Darnell had pumped her to a cheek-swollen
fullness, the stuff running down her throat into her tummy and spilling
from the sides of her lips, she managed to say, in a gurgling, babyish
voice, over the thick tool of meat still rammed into her, ÒYook SLIMED
me!Ó
Darnell laughed. Roger laughed. Both men were glad to see that they
had not been the only one to cum. Neither man had embarrassed himself,
to the profit of the other. Both were equally spent. In grateful
satisfaction, they pressed their faces back between the legs of the girls.
Moments later Jacinta was shouting, and Kyla was too. They shuddered in
a white heat of orgasmic bliss. Then, gradually, they relaxed. The men
kissed their bellies.
ÒOhhh, that was good!Ó Kyla exclaimed when sheÕd recovered herself.
She smiled at Darnell. He kissed her belly again, and dipped his tongue in
her naval. Roger stroked KelliÕs pubis as he tongued her soft belly.
ÒYou are too pretty to be a virgin,Ó Roger told Kelli. She reached
down to her stomach. She tugged on his beard.
ÒIf your beard was white you would be a good Santa Claus,Ó Kelli
observed. ÒBut you would need a fat tummy too.Ó
With KylaÕs lover and Roger temporarily undone, all eyes turned to
Chip. His cock still bristled with eager intentions. Sue and Betsy, though
brought to tears by the birch, were still short of passionÕs door also. They
waggled about in their bonds. They kissed frantically. They pressed their
pubic muffs hotly together. But there was no relief for them, without
ChipÕs indulgence. And he preferred to see them spanked.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! went ChipÕs birch. It scorched Sue, then
Betsy, then Sue again, in a kind of rhythmic, hypnotic ordeal. The girls
danced, they swooned, they begged. Chip grinned at their pleadings. He
watched their jerking bodies with an intense, demonic fascination.
Finally, stopping his birch in mid-swing, he said,
ÒWill you promise not to touch yourselves, or each other, if I let you
go?Ó Both Betsy and Sue looked at him with wide eyes.
ÒYES!Ó Betsy screamed, after a moment.
ÒAnd you?Ó Chip asked Sue. The blonde hesitated. She was still
wincing from the last blow of the birch, but Jacinta, staring at her,
guessed she was reluctant to say.
ÒWELL?Ó Chip insisted.
ÒYesssss,Ó Sue agreed finally.
Chip undid the girlsÕ bonds. Both females would have collapsed to
the floor but Roger and Darnell, rising gallantly from the rug, rushed to
their aid. They caught the girls in their arms and carried them over to
Kyla and Jacinta.
To JacintaÕs surprise, the two girls were put down on the rug and
handcuffed. Kyla did it, fetching the cuffs from the black bag by the door.
Nobody had to tell Kyla about the cuffs. Somehow she had known. Chip
was cuffed too. Like the girls, he was made to sit with his legs apart, on
the rug. Darnell took his birch from him. And then Jacinta began to learn
to what depths of perversion her hosts were willing to go.
Common sense dictated that Sue and Betsy and Chip be relieved of
their passion. After all, they were obviously aroused, Chip with his penis
sticking before him and Betsy and Sue wet-lipped and red-bottomed.
Sitting was difficult for the girls. The rug was soft but their asses were
tender from the birch. Anywhere else, they would have been given balm
for their heinies and a finger, at least, for their cunnies. But not here.
Not in this cabin. They were left to moan, their derrieres hot pink and
their hungry little lips oozing excitement. At the same time, Chip, though
still possessing white buns, had a dick the size of a summer sausage. It
was clearly engorged to the point of bursting. Jacinta, looking at it,
wondered if it pained him to be so aroused.
ÒNow that we have introduced ourselves to each other, we can sit
down and relax for a minute before thinking up a new game,Ó Kyla said.
She smiled at Roger, then at Jacinta, finally at Darnell. She pretended not
to notice Sue and Betsy and Chip, though she had in fact just placed cuffs
on their wrists.
ÒMmmm, the fire is nice,Ó Jacinta said. Softly she ran a mittened
finger through her own bush. She felt sexy. How pleasant it was to enjoy
herself like this, despite the sperm smeared over her face, stickily drying
now on her cheeks. She felt indulged, like a Greek goddess of love. She
winked at Roger, then blushed, for while he had eaten her pussy, Darnell
had been the one to sperm her face!
ÒYou girls did a nice job of lighting the fire,Ó Darnell said.
ÒIt was Kyla. I just watched,Ó Jacinta said.
ÒYou didnÕt just watch when my husband offered you his penis,Ó Kyla
told Jacinta.
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Jacinta said. There was passion in her eyes, or was it
just the reflection of the fire?
ÒIÕll have to birch you for that,Ó Kyla said.
ÒOooh. Would it hurt?Ó Jacinta asked. She looked at Sue and Betsy.
She rubbed her mittened finger more briskly through her nest. She rubbed
lower. She gasped, stroking lower than sheÕd intended.
ÒDoes that excite you?Ó Kyla asked Jacinta.
ÒNo,Ó Jacinta breathed. ÒBut IÕve-- IÕve never had it done to me so I
wouldnÕt know.Ó She smiled. She felt wicked. She licked her lips and
purposely stroked her bush again, low down, in a manner that brought
another gasp from her throat.
ÒI think she wants it,Ó Roger said frankly, watching the firelight
flicker in JacintaÕs eyes. They were such pretty green eyes. Like
emeralds. He hadnÕt noticed their color until now. HeÕd been too busy
admiring the color of the place where her finger was now stroking.
ÒIÕm just... curious,Ó Jacinta admitted. ÒIÕm a virgin too, so donÕt hit
me hard.Ó She looked at everyone present. She felt like an Incan maiden,
poised on the pillar of sacrifice.
ÒThat wonÕt last much longer,Ó Roger said. His voice sounded rude.
Jacinta blushed, and suddenly felt a distaste for him.
ÒA time for everything, and everything in its time,Ó Kyla smiled.
ÒWe have all weekend, after all. How pleasant it is to have a virgin
sitting amongst us, with her pretty sperm-smeared lips, contemplating
the birch. And how lovely it is to have Betsy and Sue, and Chip, so close to
the brink of release and yet wickedly denied it.Ó
ÒNobody said I couldnÕt squeeze my legs together,Ó Sue said. She
made to close her thighs. But the movement caused her bottom to press on
the rug, and she winced in pain. ÒOH!Ó she cried.
ÒShall I get spreader bars for them?Ó Kyla asked Darnell.
ÒYes. ItÕs best, I suppose,Ó Darnell answered. Kyla tossed back her
brown hair. Like a young Amazon, eager to torment her friends, she rose
again from the carpet. She walked with her sperm-laden lips, her
wiggling hips, her wet, satisfied nest to the bag. She pulled three short
black objects from it. Each was about the size of a roll of toilet paper.
But when she returned to the others, and knelt down again, she opened
each of the objects, telescoping them out until each was three feet in
length. Then she locked them, so that none of them could be pressed back
to their small size again.
Click. Click. Click. The bars were fastened around the ankles of
Sue, Betsy, and Chip. Kyla was gentle with them, easing apart their legs
with soft hands and words of respectful supplication. But the effect was
sadistic. It meant that each of the three, when their feet had been locked,
was utterly beyond any relief. They could not touch themselves. They
could not touch each other. They couldnÕt even close their legs! And if
they tried to roll on top of each other, hoping for relief by slithering on
each other like snakes, the others present could easily pull them apart
again.
Chip groaned. He looked at his dick. It yearned to spill itself, even
to spill itself on the floor. But the others around him would make sure
that his sperm stayed in his balls for however long they liked. It would be
a difficult weekend if they chose to keep him this way for three days!
Jacinta edged forward. Catlike, as if stalking prey, she slipped
between ChipÕs legs. Everyone stared. Jacinta ignored them. She opened
her mouth. She breathed, and she watched as her breath made ChipÕs penis
twitch. Then, reverently, stretching her mouth to the widest extent to
accept that which he was involuntarily offering, Jacinta put Chip in her
mouth. Just the head of his cock, the crown and the flange, letting it rest
on her lower lip.
ÒI wan th bir,Ó Jacinta said to Chip.
ÒHuh?Ó Chip asked.
ÒI wan th bir,Ó Jacinta said again.
ÒAh, she is saying she wants the birch!Ó Kyla said. Immediately
Jacinta shook her head ÔnoÕ, but she did not take Chip from her mouth. Nor
did she say anything more.
Jacinta felt Chip drip into her mouth. He tasted salty. She liked the
taste of him. She loved teasing him even more, exhaling around and over
his cockhead, then drawing in new breath the same way, bringing in with
it a taste of seabreeze. Suddenly, maliciously, she bit him. Chip howled.
Jacinta laughed. But she had not bitten him excessively, just enough to
leave her teeth marks in his cockhead. She sat up, taking her mouth from
him. Everyone else laughed as they realized what she had done. Jacinta
sat back on her heels. She smiled at Chip. Then, just as inexplicably as
sheÕd approached him, she slinked away. Chip watched her bosoms quaver
beneath her as she crawled across the carpet. He gazed at her softly
rolling behind. He felt a terrible yearning. Yet there was nothing he could
do! He was cuffed and spread, an object, a living phallus on display for the
amusement or abuse of his friends! He gazed at his cock. He looked at the
teeth marks Jacinta had left in his flesh. She would pay for that, Chip
vowed, if he ever got free. He had no excuse not to punish her now, virgin
or not!
Sue and Betsy stared at their muffs. They were surrounded by men,
but fulfillment seemed far away. How awful it would be if these men
decided to keep them yearning all weekend! Roger laughed. Coarsely, in a
voice Jacinta found disagreeable, he said,
ÒYou girls should have been born in Egypt. Then you might have been
clitorized, at age eight, and spared such sinful desire!Ó
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in the Sun, Twenty Five Years of an Artist. By Jock Sturges:
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http://www.nambla.org
http://www.AlessandraSmile.com
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