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                                  Andrew Roller Presents
                              NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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                                     SINS OF THE FLESH

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                                         Chapter Four

         The girls lay on chaise lounges in the backyard.  They loved the 
backyard.  Master had built a big pool there and, knowing how much the 
girls visiting him would love to play in it, heÕd installed a wide tin roof 
over it to keep the bright desert sun out.  The purpose of it, to a less 
erotically-minded soul, might seem peculiar.  Master adored girlsÕ bodies 
and their bottoms and breasts and although he enjoyed seeing them lie out 
in the sun he insisted they always keep their bikinis on.  Not for the sake 
of the neighbors.  Master owned the hilltop.  The distant skyscrapers might 
see into his penthouse disco, atop his castle, but they couldnÕt angle their 
vision down and around his castle to peer into his backyard.  And the 
buildings nearest him, the neighbors, were all lower than he, descending 
down the hill on all sides in ziggaurat fashion, with his own property at 
the apex.  That plus the trees around his estate kept prying eyes out.
         The reason he insisted the girls wear bikinis when they exposed 
themselves to the sun was so the flesh of their breasts and bottoms would 
stay white.  It was for this same reason that he had built the roof over the 
pool, where many a girl had swam, where many a girl had swam, alone or 
with a friend, while passing the hours at his estate.  Yet while Master 
took all these precautions to protect the breasts and bottoms of the girls, 
at the same time he subjected their lovely pale strategically placed 
portions of flesh to brutal beatings and whippings.  And the nipples of 
even the lovliest girls had to be pierced.
         So it was that Elaine and Jackie, lying out on their chaise lounges, 
carefully tucked under the roof to keep themselves in shade, lay 
recuperating.  It had been three days since their ordeal in the bare, white-
tiled room.  Like patients of old recuperating from an extraction of 
tonsils, theyÕd been feted with ice cream and sodas and massages and 
expensive catered dinners.  Whatever they wished, they could have, and if 
the cook didnÕt know how to make it it was sent out for, to the best place 
in town.  Yet although Master left occasionally during the day, and the help 
sometimes, Elaine and Jackie were never permitted to leave.  They must 
be totally immersed in their slavery, Beverly explained to them.  Should 
they leave, they could not return.  Perhaps Master would see them again 
someday, or perhaps he would meet new girls, other lovers.  
         Elaine and Jackie had tumbled out of bed a half hour earlier.  TheyÕd 
come running down to the pool, utterly nude, laughing and vying to see who 
could arrive first to claim the chaise lounge that lay closest to the pool.  
Jackie won this morning.  Now she held the coveted chair that lay beside 
the pool but with the bubbling jaccuzzi at her back, so that steam wafting 
up from the jaccuzzi, caught by the prevailing wind, might pass over her 
body and keep her warm despite the chilliness of the morning air.  Elaine, 
lying beside her, did not catch as much steam, and so was forced to get a 
small handtowel which she laid above her breasts to keep the morning air 
from getting into her chest.  At first sheÕd placed a second hand towel 
across her belly, but now the sun was coming up and the sky was warming 
and she was able to uncover her belly. 
         The girls lay chatting and enjoying the rays of the morning sun.  As 
the sun rose its rays angled under the roof and across their bodies.  They 
were able to cheat master a little, tanning themselves in the sunrise, and 
they enjoyed the thought of undoing all MasterÕs plans.  From a window 
Master watched them.  He did not mind.  It was a tease, really.  They 
wouldnÕt get an appreciable tan from such low-slanted rays.  But they 
liked getting away with something they werenÕt supposed to, of bending 
his implacable rules and edicts and proving themselves the superior 
game-players.
         Elaine lay beside Jackie.  Both girls liked lollipops.  As possessor of 
the Nearest Chair, Jackie got to control the bell for the day.  It was a 
small silver bell, like Marie Antoinette might have owned, and Jackie 
lustily rang it to make Eunice, their middle-aged maid, come and serve 
them.
         ÒWe want lemonade,Ó Jackie told Eunice when the woman arrived.  
The girls lay utterly nude, except for the small hand towel Elaine kept 
above her breasts, between her throat and her mammaries.  The girls lay 
with their legs cast wide apart, tanning, as they liked to think, the lips of 
their pussies.  Eunice was middle-aged, with lines on her face and a fat 
stomach and great breasts that might have once been valued, but now were 
merely Bubushka-bosoms, like the women in Russia possessed, who swept 
the streets every morning.  Just like a Bubushka might sweep up after a 
late-night teen party, so Eunice had cleaned up after the girls after theyÕd 
been beaten by Master in the white-tiled room.  She gazed disapprovingly 
down at the girlsÕ lovely bodies.  She was old, yet she made herself up 
every day, with great swaths of white pancake makeup, and she pressed 
her clothes and always kept them as tidy as any maid at the Hilton.  Yet 
before her lay two girls, their long manes of hair uncombed, fresh from 
bed with sleep still in their eyes.  Indulgently they licked lollipops, 
watching their titties stiffen in the morning and showing their pussy lips 
to the hills beyond, to the rays of the sun.  They laughed and giggled and 
asked Eunice why she bothered with clothes, was it to keep Master from 
losing his eyesight.  And they seemed to care nothing for their bodies, for 
if they did, why were they here?  In this place Master would whip their 
lovely young figures, and he might, if he wished, and Eunice had seen it 
done before, pierce their pussy lips, which the girls so casually revealed 
to her eyes.  Worse yet, neither girl was on the Pill, and their beautiful 
svelte figures might be swollen with his seed, changing their lives 
forever.  Master did not permit abortions.  He allowed RU-486, but beyond 
that, nothing.  And now he was searching for a female to bear him children.  
Other females heÕd impregnated heÕd paid and sent away, but now he 
wanted to impregnate a female and keep her captive here always.  He 
would sire children through her.  She would become a womb for him.  And 
these two young girls, both still teens, one only 15, were lying out back 
here with their legs cast apart, inviting whomever might look to see into 
their sexes.  They knew that Master controlled their bodies completely 
while they remained on his estate.  They might have Eunice serve them, 
they might sleep as late as they wished, or lie out all day by the pool, or 
dance the night away, but always it was Master who kept the ultimate 
power, who could command them as easily and as thorougly as they now 
bossed around Eunice.
         ÒAnd we want Bourbon in our lemonade,Ó Jackie instructed Eunice.  
ÒAnd bring Champagne, too, and serve us eggs.Ó  Eunice nodded.  The girls 
would be falling-down drunk by noon.  Perhaps they wished it as a kind of 
anesthesia, anticipating what would be done to them.  The marks on their 
bottoms had faded completely.  They were virgin-white on their behinds 
again, and she thought she sensed a tenseness in Elaine as she lay quietly 
on her chaise lounge beside Jackie.  The brunette was immersed 
completely in the moment, feeling the steam and ringing her bell and 
issuing orders as if practising for a film role as Napoleon.  But Elaine, 
though giggling a little, was quieter.  She was old enough to know that 
they were due for a new round of whippings and punishments.
         Master had kept his peace for three days.  He did not like to beat 
girls constantly, as some of his friends did.  He liked seeing them 
recuperate.  It made him feel like a doctor, instead of a sadist.  As he 
looked at the girls he savored their smooth lean white bodies.  They were 
like twin statuettes, except they were real.  They laughed and one of them 
rang a bell and they insulted Eunice and they had not bothered to brush 
their long lovely manes of hair.  They might have closed their legs, 
exercising a little modesty, or even worn swimsuits, but instead, despite 
being young beautiful girls, they lay with their legs sluttishly apart, 
enjoying their wantonness inside the walls of his protected estate.  Here 
they could be Absolute Girls, stuffing their faces with sweets, bossing 
the help around, watching T.V. all day or playing girlish games in the pool.  
         Master, whose real name was Ronald Tomkins, went to the mirror of 
his bedroom.  He slept alone, downstairs, in a vast master bedroom that 
bordered the pool.  The girls knew he slept there and he had no doubt that 
one of the reasons they liked rushing downstairs in the morning was to 
awaken him.  He made them sleep upstairs, in a room by themselves, the 
two of them in the same bed, like children.  Beverly slept in a room across 
the hall from them and it was her job to mind them and make them behave 
and see to it that they had their baths promptly at 8:30, though they might 
play after that.  Abigail had a room on the same side of the hall as Beverly.  
It was her job to care for the girls, doing the things Beverly considered 
herself above doing, like draining their bath, though Beverly herself might 
fill it; or seeing that their bed was made, though Beverly might be the one 
to unmake it and order the girls to get into it.  Eunice did the chores 
Abigail wished not to do, like scrubbing the tub after it had been drained, 
or changing the sheets on the bed.
         And so it was that in this household pecking order, Elaine and Jackie 
were on top.  They could do entirely as they pleased, except when Master 
called.  Beverly could issue orders to them, but only in the name of Master.  
And Abigail might boss them a little, but only if permitted by Beverly, or 
by Master.  Elaine and Jackie were like the wealthy daughters of Master 
and Beverly, with Abigail and Eunice being the help.  Yet they were not 
quite daughters, for real daughters would have been considered too grown-
up to be beaten, except perhaps in Medieval England, and real daughters 
were not to be fucked by their fathers, or to bear him children, except in 
some odd passage of the Bible.
         Master, who was Ronald Tomkins, showered and dressed.  He went to 
his bedroom mirror again and checked the collar of his shirt.  It was a 
button-down collar.  Like an old fahioned Regent in India, in the time of 
the British Empire, he preferred to breakfast in a suit.  It gave him, he 
thought, an added air of authority, since the girls who visited him seemed 
to prefer being nude.  He was formal, they were informal.  He was 
restrained, they were carefree.  It kept things in proper balance.  He put on 
a tie and then put on a vest and finally put on his coat.  He looked in the 
mirror again.  Yes, they were prize morsels, these two new girls.  Elaine 
had pierced her tits just for him and Jackie had taunted him by not having 
hers pierced.  They both needed their cunnies pierced and he favored 
piercing their tongues too, especially JackieÕs, for she was always talking 
to get herself attention.  A ring or a post through her tongue might 
alleviate that.  She would speak then, he hoped, with a soft, feminine lisp, 
in a whisper.  Perhaps, properly pierced, she would not speak at all.  Some 
of his friends pierced the navels of their girls, or their noses, but he found 
the navel a sissy choice, for girls too afraid to pierce their nipples.  The 
nose, in his opinion, was out of the question.  He was not going to turn his 
girls into Africans.  Only the erotic parts should be pierced, in his opinion.  
Plus the tongue, for it was erotic too, being part of the mouth, where a 
man might place himself to discharge.
         Ronald Tomkins gazed at himself in the mirror and was happy.  
Thanks to his boyish good looks, the girls didnÕt guess he was as old as he 
was.  But his body knew exactly how old he was.  In another decade, 
keeping two young girls on his property, he would have fucked them night 
and day.  Now he was content to do them every three days or so, letting 
them play inbetween.  He wondered if Elaine knew that her ÔdreamboatÕ 
was not merely letting her run around naked out of a sense of compassion.  
Surely some of the girls heÕd known in the past had wanted to fuck as 
often as he.  Yet Elaine had remained unfucked, like some virgin bride, for 
three days now, and Jackie too.  In JackieÕs case he knew she was too 
young to suspect his powers might be those of an older man, not the young 
ÔdreamboatÕ they fancied he was.  With Elaine he was less sure.  She was 
regal and stately and reserved in her own way.  She seemed to enjoy the 
chance to tease him with her nude body.  They ate meals together quite 
often and always the girls would be naked, their breasts bobbing as they 
laughed and ate.  They would lie by the fire sometimes in the evening, in 
the living room, the girls toasting marshmellows over an open flame while 
Master sat in a chair, pretending to read, but really spending the time 
admiring the girlsÕ naked bottoms.  The girls would get sticky 
marshmallow goo on their fingers and, if he refused to lick it off for them 
(the girls not wanting to waste it) they would lick it off each otherÕs 
fingers.  He loved watching that.  Always the strands of goo wound up 
falling a little on their nipples, and they would have to lick it off, and last 
night they had become so excited doing that that theyÕd embraced each 
other at last in a 69, with his permission.  Ronald had watched the two 
girls hug and kiss and lick each otherÕs slits until they were reduced to 
shuddering, moaning figures, like twin girls in Hell, tormented forever.  
They had thought he might join them, give them the coup de grace with his 
penis, but he did not.  He merely smiled, pretended to read The Economist 
(an essay titled ÔWhatÕs Wrong with Men), and nodded at the girls when 
they had finished, like an indulgent father.  Beverly had entered when the 
girls were finished shuddering from their shared bliss and sheÕd scolded 
them and taken them upstairs.
         ÒYouÕll need another bath!Ó sheÕd proclaimed.  SheÕd marched them 
upstairs and sat by the tub and watched while Abigail was tasked with 
washing the girls.  Then sheÕd tucked both girls into bed.  At JackieÕs 
insistence sheÕd read them a story:  Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Bees.
         Ronald Tomkins straightened his tie.  He felt a profound sense of 
satisfaction looking at himself in the mirror.  Another man might have 
been counting the years left to retirement, but he was still young, still 
vigorous.  He would be having children soon.  One of the girls, perhaps 
Elaine or Jackie, perhaps a girl he had yet to meet, would bear his children 
for him.  He grinned at himself in the mirror and then went to his bedroom 
window and gazed forth.  
         With a sense of alarm an unexpected sight greeted RonaldÕs eyes.  
The two girls, his two sweet possessions, were still lying as before on 
their chaise lounges, enjoying their lollipops.  But an intruder had joined 
them.  He was a boy of 14, a relative of Eunice.  He came once a week to 
clean out the stables.  Sometimes he brought his swimsuit and took a dip 
in the pool.  Always he brought a Nintendo GameBoy, and a laptop 
computer, and some satellite connection that went with the computer that 
heÕd rigged himself so he could stay tuned to the Internet while cleaning 
the stables out and doing nerdy boy things in the pool.  Yet now a new sight 
greeted RonaldÕs eyes.  The boy, whom heÕd always remembered as just a 
lad, some dickless, goofy kid, now stood in his swimsuit before his own 
girls, Elaine and Jackie.  Ronald had never had to warn the boy to stay 
away from his girls before; heÕd always been quite painfully shy, and 
absorbed as much by his computers as by any females sunning themselves 
by the pool.  Of course heÕd had Eunice instruct the boy that he was not to 
ÔbotherÕ the girls, and heÕd dutifully stayed far away from them, though 
Ronald had suspected it was from an intense shyness rather than any 
strict obedience to his wishes.  Either way, the sight that now greeted his 
eyes had never before occurred, and it greatly disturbed Ronald Tomkins to 
see it.
         The boy, whom Ronald wasnÕt quite sure what to call, for he had 
always simply called him ÒBoy,Ó though he knew he must have learnt his 
name sometime, stood before the girls.  He stood closest to Jackie, and it 
was she who had apparently, in her endlessly minx-like ways, induced him 
to drop his swimsuit.  He stood displaying a proud erection to her.  It was 
stiff and hard and although it might not have been full-grown, a manÕs 
penis, it was sticking out quite pleasingly for 15-year-old Jackie.  The 
boy, Ronald knew, was younger than both girls, but they were eyeing him 
and his penis coyly and as he watched they both began to stroke their slits 
with their fingers.
         A chill went down RonaldÕs spine.  He knew they had grown Ôcock-
hungryÕ last night, toasting their marshmellows on long slender sticks 
over the fire.  HeÕd denied them.  He had considered it his prerogative.  
After all, they were his, they were slaves, was it not his right to tease 
them and draw them out and make them Beg for it?  Yet now, both little 
foxes were inducing the stable boy to show him their cock!  They licked 
their lollipops seductively and stroked their slits and watched as The Boy 
(for Ronald could not for the life of himself remember the young manÕs 
name) showed them his cock.  It was big for his age, and the boy must have 
taken up weightlifting for his stomach, once a rather fat, rolly-polly 
childÕs stomach, was now gone.  In its place he had a washboard and his 
arms, though not excessively muscular, had an appealingly bulged shape to 
them.  Unlike Ronald, the erection the boy sported might duel for hours, 
cumming and cumming again (if Ronald could remember his own days 
cooped up with Playboy).  The boy seemed as intrigued by his cock as 
Jackie was (Elaine being a little more reserved, a little more knowing).  
Jackie stared at his cock and the boy stared at his cock too, as if to say, 
ÒWhat is this?  My isnÕt it fine?  I knew I had one but I didnÕt know it 
looked this good!Ó
         Ronald felt anger rising in his throat.  Jackie reached out with 
tentative fingers and touched the boyÕs cock.  She did it with the hand that 
held her lollipop, her other hand busily engaged in her snatch.  As she tried 
to stroke the boyÕs cock and still hold her lollipop it became stuck to his 
cock.  She removed it, pulling it from him, reminding Ronald of the sticky 
marshmallows the girls had pulled from sticks the night before.  At first 
Jackie declared that her lollipop was ruined, having touched the boyÕs 
cock, but then she inexplicably put it in her mouth anyway.
         Her lollipop in her mouth, JackieÕs hand was now free (though the 
other remained in her slit).  She put it out again and tenderly touched the 
boyÕs hard aching cock.  Then, letting her lollipop fall from her mouth (it 
landed on her body, below her throat and above her breasts), she said to 
the boy, ÒYou may play with yourself if you wish, Dennis, but if you do of 
course IÕll have to spank you because itÕs naughty!Ó 
         Jackie circled a finger around the flanged head of DennisÕ cock.  She 
tugged on his stiffness, drew him close.  When his cock stuck over her, she 
reclining, he standing beside her, Jackie put a hand to the boyÕs bare buns 
and gave him a playful slap.
         DennisÕ swimsuit was banded around his knees.  Ronald had watched 
the boy try to walk as Jackie drew him close.  HeÕd taken hobbled steps, 
entranced by her interest in his penis and by the way she simultaneously 
encouraged him to masturbate by frigging herself.  Beside her, Elaine 
diddled her slit, gasping slightly, eyeing Dennis like a Penthouse Pet might 
eye a boy, amused by his nervousness and his shyness.  Jackie was all 
exuberance and cheerful wickedness; she was older than the boy but not so 
old as to not consider him a peer.  She regarded him as one almost equal to 
herself, though not quite, so that she might lure him and tease him while 
still sharing with him a sense of identical wonder about their bodies and 
their reactions to each other.
         ÒDo it, just like I know you must do when youÕre by yourself,Ó Jackie 
instructed Ronald.  ÒJerk your manhood and make yourself cum on my 
tummy.Ó  Encouragingly Jackie toyed with a finger in her slit, while giving 
Dennis a crack on his ass with her other hand.  ÒIÕm going to spank you 
either way, Dennis, so you might as well play with yourself and have some 
enjoyment too,Ó Jackie declared.  Why the boy would be punished when he 
still resisted masturbating in front of the girls was a complete mystery 
to Ronald, but he didnÕt wait to find out the answer.  He rushed from his 
bedroom and down the hall.  He stormed out into the backyard and, when 
the boy saw him, the boy reached for his swimsuit and awkwardly yanked 
it up.
         ÒWhat are you doing?  HavenÕt I told you never to bother my girls?Ó 
Ronald bellowed at the boy.  The boy, caught with his pants at half-mast, 
now stood rather ridiculously.  His pants were pulled up but his penis was 
so hard that it couldnÕt fit in his little althletic swimsuit.  It stuck up 
like a prong out of the top of his suit.  It wobbled on the air, a lightning 
rod waiting to catch the flames of an impending storm.
         ÒIÕm sorry, sir!  I came out to clean the pool, like IÕm supposed to, 
and to take a swim, and these girls were lying here, and they said to take 
my pants down, not to worry if I showed my Thing to them, as theyÕd seen 
many menÕs Things and wouldnÕt be offeneded,Ó the boy blathered.  He was 
still a bit of a nerd, Ronald saw to his relief.  Perhaps heÕd bought a 
weight set and done a remarkable job sculpting his body, but he was still 
shy and nervous and awkward despite that.  He feared Ronald.  The man 
was strong, althetic, worked out every morning, before dawn, and 
sometimes at night.  He owned the property and Eunice, the boyÕs relative, 
was his loyal servant.  The boy enjoyed the horses and he liked the pool 
and he liked especially spying on the girls who visited Ronald, though heÕd 
never suspected he might meet one almost as young as himself, whoÕd 
invite him to drop his shorts.  But every year Dennis got older.  Now girls 
heÕd once viewed as towering figures of womenhood, even though they 
might be only in their mid-teens, were surprisingly close to him in age.  
He was no longer eight, or 10, or 11, meeting girls who were 15.  He was 
13, almost 14, and Jackie was 15.
         ÒDonÕt be so jealous, Master.  WeÕre only sporting with him,Ó Elaine 
said to Ronald.  She gave him a sly gaze.  She kept her finger in her pussy, 
frigging herself, as if daring Master to make her stop.  Jackie stroked her 
slit.  She hooked a curled finger around DennisÕ penis and brought him with 
hobbled steps to her mouth.  She licked his penis with her tongue, a long, 
loving lick.
         ÒMmmm!  Wanna lick?Ó Jackie said.  She turned her head to Elaine.  
Elaine looked at Master.  She sensed she might get away with the 
disobedient act (perhaps, though, to be punished later for it), and said, 
         ÒSure.  Why not?  HeÕs nice and stiff, isnÕt he?Ó  Dennis gave a 
fearful glance over his back at Master.  Jackie had drawn his swimsuit 
down to mid-thigh as she licked his cock and now, with his bare buns 
squeezingly displayed to an angry Master, he waddled over to Elaine and 
presented himself.  He shuddered as she dragged her small tongue along 
the underside of his cock.
         Eunice came out from the house.  There was a thin whippy swich in 
her hand.
         ÒWanna lick?Ó Jackie asked Eunice.  She pointed at bare-assed 
Dennis.  
         Eunice glared at Dennis, then looked to Master for approval to 
interfere.  Master raised his hand.  He was angry but at the same time he 
knew he must handle the situation carefully.  It would not do well to 
humiliate Dennis, as he might have done a year ago.  The boy was a teen 
now and he must be bought, not angered.
         ÒDennis,Ó Master said.  The boy gazed helplessly at Eunice, then, 
straining awkwardly, back at Master.  His cock remained stuck in ElaineÕs 
face and the girl was happily tongueing it.  He couldnÕt bear to pull himself 
away, even if it meant a lashing on his bare ass.  ÒDennis, these are my 
girls.  However, you are no longer a boy and I do not wish to make you feel 
that you are when you arenÕt.  Come here when you are able and sit down 
here in this chair with me.  We must work out something between us, 
Dennis, so that I can keep what is mine but you can have something too, 
perhaps, if that is your wish.Ó  Ronald expected Dennis to spurt in ElaineÕs 
mouth.  The boy was obviously eager to spurt and his bare ass was 
trembling with signs of an impending release.  Yet, manfully, he now 
pulled his cock away from ElaineÕs wet tongue.  With her saliva anointing 
his dick he turned to Master.  He regarded him with a shivering cock but 
with a steady eye.
         ÒSir,Ó he said respectfully.  He seemed to wish to walk over to the 
man.  ÒDo you mind if I take these off?Ó  He indicated his swim trunks, 
which he could no longer wear, unable to fit his cock back inside them, and 
which ringed his knees most annoyingly.
         ÒSure,Ó Master answered.  He watched as the lean, tanned youth, no 
longer the mere chubby stripling heÕd remembered him as always being, 
bent and pulled the swimsuit from his legs.  All eyes were on the boy as he 
walked over to Master and sat down barebottomed on a cushion in a chair 
beside the man.  Master wore his 3-piece suit, the boy was naked as the 
girls.  Eunice, unsure what to do, hovered nearby with a switch, intending 
to whip the boy, but stopped by Master.  ÒDennis, I can arrange to increase 
your compensation,Ó Master said to the boy.  ÒI realize Eunice has been 
giving you a stipend to clean the stables for her and to clean the pool.  I 
can pay you directly and, if you wish, I can provide female companionship 
for you.  But it will be a separate girl, your own, and you must not 
interfere with my girls without my permission.  Is this something that 
would be suitable to you?Ó  Jackie almost laughed when he said Ôsuitable.Õ  
The boyÕs swimsuit lay on the concrete between herself and Elaine.
         ÒYes, sir,Ó Dennis replied.  Had it been a different era, say the 60Õs 
perhaps, he might have been insolent.  He might have partied with the girls 
and they with him and they all might have declared Master the enemy 
because he was over 30.  But in the 1990Õs boys were not insolent.  He 
viewed the matter as a productive business deal.  A profit for him, a 
profit for Ronald, girls for the two of them.
         ÒDo you prefer blondes, brunettes, what is it?Ó Ronald asked.
         ÒUh, shit.  I donÕt know,Ó Dennis answered.  His cock stuck up with 
trembling need like a flagpole between his muscular thighs.  ÒAnything 
with a hole, I guess.Ó
         ÒWell, IÕll see that you get something quite fine,Ó Ronald replied.  
ÒThen it is up to you to handle her.  IÕll see that she is submissive when 
she arrives.  But after that the relationship is yours.  And you must let her 
leave if she wishes, and you must build from what I pay you.  You may 
borrow rooms, but do it discreetly.  DonÕt interfere with my operations.  
Do your chores and save your money and try to be your own man.  DonÕt 
expect just to scam off me.  You arenÕt my son.  I donÕt owe you anything.  
But if you wish to continue working here, IÕll see that you have someplace 
to put that, ah, exemplary thing youÕve grown there.Ó
         ÒThanks, sir!Ó Dennis gushed.  The lad seemed quite pleased with the 
deal.  Eunice looked on disdainfully.  Her whip hung limp in her hand.  Her 
nephew had grown, he had a manhood between his legs now and there was 
no use trying to pretend he was 8-years-old anymore.
         ÒAre you a virgin?Ó Ronald asked Dennis.  It was an awkward 
question between two males but Ronald asked it anyway, gazing down at 
the organ the boy had sticking up awkwardly between his legs.  Dennis 
blushed.  
         ÒI, well, shit.  IÕve played ÔStrip Julie StrainÕ a lot on my computer 
but...Ó the boyÕs voice faltered.
         ÒThen you have some knowledge, but not practical knowledge,Ó 
Master replied to Dennis.  He eyed the boyÕs cock.  ÒIt will take me a day or 
two to find a little girlfriend for you.  I donÕt think you can wait that long 
and I do hate to see you sent off to the stables in your condition.  
Especially unable to put your swimsuit back on.  Once, and once only, I will 
let you fuck my girls if you wish.  But we must shake on it that this will 
be the only time, and not a precedent IÕll come to regret.Ó
         The boy gladly extended his hand.  The two girls looked at each other.  
As in ancient arrangements between two men, they had not been consulted.  
They were the holes.  Eunice looked at the girls and a smirk seemed to 
pass across her lips, briefly.  
         Master shook the boyÕs hand.  ÒYou will go deepest if you take them 
from behind,Ó he suggested to Dennis.  He didnÕt want to see the girls 
fucked face up, intimately, sharing kisses with Dennis, offering their 
breasts and wombs to him like a wife does.  He must take them as one 
might take an animal, doggie-style, to keep a distance between himself 
and them, to keep their emotions firmly pinned on Master.  ÒWould you like 
to go as deep as you can?Ó he asked the boy.  He knew the lad would say 
Ôyes.Õ
         ÒSure!Ó Dennis replied.  His cheeks were flushed and bright.  ÒSo, 
like, what do I do?Ó
         Master raised his hand.  He looked at Eunice.  ÒBring pills.  It would 
be useless for Dennis to attempt the girlÕs nether holes.Ó  Eunice turned 
away.  She did not nod to Master, for it was her own nephew who was 
about to be involved in the plan, but she nonetheless obeyed.  ÒThey must 
be Ôspayed,Õ so to speak, temporarily, so you do not get them pregant,Ó 
Master said to Dennis.  ÒCan you hold on a few minutes longer?Ó
         ÒUh, yeah I guess,Ó Dennis said.  He settled back in his chair.  
Abigail, sent out by Beverly, brought drinks for the men.  She served 
Master first, then Dennis.  She gave the boy a sly glance, looked down at 
his penis.  He stared up at her, at her lovely blonde curls that hung in 
finespun coils of gold down over her shoulders.  She wore a white blouse 
and a short black skirt, a little apron tied around her waist.  Though sheÕd 
taken the care of tying on an apron she had, inexplicably, not bothered to 
button up the front of her blouse.  As she bent her small breasts fell 
plumply against her blouse.  Unbuttoned, it fell open as she bent so that 
her tits could be seen almost completely.  Dennis looked eagerly within 
the open halves of her blouse.
         ÒAh, a gin with lime, perfect,Ó Master said, taking a swallow from 
his drink.  Dennis had been given the same and he drank more freely and 
eagerly from his glass.
         ÒYou may drink as much as you wish from my cellar,Ó Master said to 
Dennis.  The boy sat nude beside him, the two looking perhaps like English 
Gentlemen, though one was decidedly better dressed for the part.  ÒJust 
donÕt be drunk on the job.Ó
         ÒOf course, sir,Ó the boy answered.  He finshed his drink.  Master 
regarded him with mild surprise.  He said nothing.  Another boy he might 
have told not to steal the wine, or to drink the rare brands he kept for 
special occasions, but Dennis had worked here for years, albeit somewhat 
less obtrusively, and he knew the boy was well-brought up by Eunice.
         Abigail reappeared with another Gin and Lime.  Dennis took it, drank 
it with somewhat greater reserve, perhaps taking a cue from Master.  
Eunice, meanwhile, brought water and a birth control pill for each of the 
girls.
         ÒOooh, we are to be fucked by him,Ó Jackie said in a half-lamenting 
voice.  She lay on the chaise longue with her legs drawn closer together 
now, though still a little apart, as if she knew not whether she wished to 
go ahead or not.
         Elaine let Eunice put a birth control pill on her tongue.  She leaned up 
from her chaise lounge to receive the water, supporting herself on her 
elbows.  Eunice held the water glass while she sipped from it.  Then the 
same glass was brought to Jackie.  The young brunette accepted a pill, 
then water, tried to talk as she sipped from the glass and spilled some on 
her breasts.  
         ÒDid you swallow it?Ó Eunice had to ask her.
         ÒYes,Ó Jackie answered.  
         ÒNow roll over.  Both of you!Ó Eunice ordered the girls.  They 
complied, twin Barbi dolls moving with quiet grace from their backs to 
their tummies.  ÒUp with your bottoms,Ó Eunice instructed.  Both girls, 
glancing at each other ambivalently, put their heads down into their chairs 
and raised up their perfect white fannies.  ÒApart, get your legs apart.  
Show your figs,Ó Eunice said.  She spoke in a thick German accent.  The 
girls obeyed.  Abigial stood nearby with a liquor tray in her hand.  A single 
glass resided upon it.  It was empty, DennisÕ first glass.  She passed her 
hand lightly across her bosom.  She watched Elaine and Jackie showing 
themselves and lightly, wishing perhaps to be in their place, to share their 
fate, she tweaked her nipples through the soft fabric of her blouse.
         ÒUp, lad!  The time has come.  You need wear no condom since youÕve 
never fucked anyone before.  Give them the entire length of yourself, first 
one, then the other.  IÕm sure you can do both, eh?Ó Master asked Dennis.  
The boy leaped up from his chair.  He regarded the boyÕs cock, waggling 
stiffly in front of him.
         ÒYes, sir!Ó Dennis answered.  He looked at the girls.  ÒWhich should I 
take first?Ó he asked.  He loped across the pavement to them.  It was only 
a few steps but with each his big cock bounced with his stride.  
         ÒIt is entirely up to you,Ó Master said.  He sipped his drink.  Elaine 
looked back at the boy, coyly.  Jackie buried her head in her arms, hiding 
her face.  But JackieÕs tail, Master noted with amusement, was stuck up 
higher in the air than ElaineÕs.  Yet it was the backward anxious glance 
from Elaine that caused the boy to choose her.  Thinking himself about to 
mount a Penthouse Pet, for the girl was certainly shaped like one, with 
breasts almost too big for modelling, he clambered onto her chaise lounge.  
         Eunice observed.  She had laid her whip-stick on a poolside table.  
She seemed, in her eyes, to long to use it, but the boy was too big now.  He 
advanced within ElaineÕs legs.  With his hands he separated her thighs 
more, getting a better view of her fig.  Adults might have paused for KY 
jelly, but Elaine was still a teen, and quite wet from stroking herself, and 
Dennis drooled pre-cum in great youthful globs from the tip of his excited 
cock.  He aimed himself at her cunt and as he made ready to enter her 
Elaine gave a little backward nudge with her ass, inviting him in.
         Suddenly they were joined.  With a quick stab Dennis rammed his 
youthful dick up inside Elaine, she bucking backward to take him even as 
he went up her.  They seemed perfectly matched; she the bold Pet, he the 
eager virgin suitor.  It was a match made in many a boyÕs mind, reading 
Penthouse, but now it had come true for both the alluring object herself 
and the youngster.  With greedy strokes, free for the first time in his life 
from his gripping hand, Dennis plowed himself in and out of ElaineÕs tight 
little cunt.  She gasped at his effort.  She had not perhaps expected such 
an assault.  It was intense, rapid, almost rabid, the boy using her like he 
used the girls in the magazines, for his own satisfaction.  She was not 
something to be pleased or even thought about.  She was simply a hole into 
which he might thrust himself for relief.
         ÒOoooh, oooh, oooh!Ó both girls cried.  Elaine had good reason too, 
being plowed with a big eager cock as if she were nothing but dirt in a 
field, but Jackie joined her cry, knowing her turn was next.  The brunette 
kept her head down, her ass stuck way up high in the air, wiggling it 
around as if that might save it from its fate.  Master felt like reaching 
forward and slapping the girlÕs fanny and telling her not to show off.  
Certainly Beverly, had she been present, would have done that.  But Master 
restrained himself.  It was DennisÕ moment.  He would let the boy handle 
the girls as he saw fit.
         ÒAughghghgh!Ó Dennis cried.  His climax had come.  Too soon, he 
found himself jetting deep into ElaineÕs womb.  She moaned.  She had 
gotten no pleasure from it.  Like a rabbit in heat, the boy jumped down 
from her chaise lounge and, still quite hard, he leaped up onto JackieÕs 
chair.
         ÒOoooh, noooo!Ó Jackie wailed, hearing him mount up behind her.  Yet 
she kept her ass stuck up quite invitingly as he kneed his way up between 
her legs.  These he parted, getting himself between her thighs.  His cock 
angled itself in toward her high-flung bottom.  It was perhaps a better 
pairing than the first, Master mused, sipping his drink.  Jackie was young, 
still artless in love and naive.  She would less resent a quick, heated fuck 
than poor Elaine had.  Elaine was 19.  She expected tender caresses, 
flowers, blanshishments.  Jackie wished only to meet boys and show them 
her bottom and tease them and see what they might do to her.  She kept 
her head pressed down between her arms, hiding it, a frightened kitten, 
but a kitten with its bottom most invitingly exposed.
         Abigail settled onto MasterÕs lap.  He took her liquor tray from her 
and laid it down on the pavement beside his chair.  He let her press close 
to him and kiss his cheek.  He passed a hand within her blouse and gently 
tickled her nipples.
         ÒYEEK!  Not THERE!Ó Jackie suddenly yelped.  To MasterÕs surprise he 
saw that Dennis had somehow chosen the wrong hole.  Jackie flung her 
head up and let out a pained wail but there was no stopping the boy.  In his 
fumbling innocence heÕd found a hole, and any hole would satisfy him.  He 
disregarded JackieÕs protests and rammed his cock, wet with ElaineÕs 
pussy juice, up inside JackieÕs heinie.
         Elaine whimpered and laughed.  She settled ruefully on her belly on 
the chaise lounge.  She had DennisÕ sperm in her but little satisfaction 
from it, so she slid a hand down under herself and began frigging her slit.  
JackieÕs predicament amused her for it was the girl who had first invited 
Dennis to join them by the pool, and drop his shorts for them.  Let her now 
suffer the consequences.  And they were large, not only because Dennis 
was large but because Jackie had never taken a real man up her bottom 
before.
         ÒThere goes your anal cherry!Ó Elaine called out to her friend.  TheyÕd 
played in her bed with a dildo but now Jackie had the real thing.  And it 
was not weilded by a girl, who might have understanding of her plight.  It 
was possessed and weilded by a very randy, eager boy, who cared nothing 
for Jackie or for her hole, but only wished to find himself embedded fully 
within a squeezing tube.  A love dollÕs back hole might have sufficed just 
as well, but having a live, kicking, screaming girl was even better.  It 
made for more contractions against his cock, as she squeezingly tried to 
dislodge him.  This was no mere mechanical instrument, throbbing 
according to some script.  It was wild and bucked like a small pony and 
had a long lovely mane of hair.  Dennis grabbed JackieÕs hair, like a pair of 
reins.  He relished its softness and how she screamed when he pulled it.  
He yanked on it so that she was forced to lift her chin up and he proceeded 
to ride her across the range, going nowhere, but shafing himself in and out 
of her wildly tight butt with crude abandon.
         ÒOook!  Noooo!  Oook!  Nooo!Ó Jackie howled.  Her cries echoed out 
across the backyard and perhaps down the hilltop, but there was no 
stopping Dennis in his mission.  He wished to fuck and fuck and fuck her, 
and to cum in great gobs in her bottom.  He was too young to be arrested 
for anything, younger than Jackie herself, and it was she whoÕd invited 
him to take his shorts down.  He had complete freedom.  No one could or 
would stop him or punish him.  He rammed her like a dog in heat, like a 
manman escaped from a prison.  JackieÕs bosoms shook under her like fruit 
on a vulnerable brach in a storm.  Her bottom reared back at him but it 
only embedded him deeper.  Her bare legs kicked and her naked heels 
whacked his bare ass but that only knocked him forward, sending him even 
deeper into her heinie.  In a sudden great marvellous rush Dennis finally 
came.  His cum spurted into JackieÕs hole and for the first time in her life 
she felt what it was like to have hot cum pumped up her bottom.  Dennis 
grinned, Elaine grinned and laughed, Jackie howled.  At last Dennis 
dismounted and, standing up and admiring her cum-stained hole, he 
announced,
         ÒThat was way better than Playboy!Ó  Then, exuberantly, he stepped 
to the edge of the pool and dove in.  

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