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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
A VirginÕs Last Hours
Chapter Five
It was a scene that could only happen at an orgy. When the women
finished with Sylvie, they left her lying on her back on the couch. Her
stockinged legs were spread. Her cherry cunt offered itself to whomever
would have it, a delicate furred shell-like object poised between her legs,
the succulent untouched fruit of a beautiful virgin. But all the men were
spent, lying on the floor or draped in a chair, snoozing, or just barely
awake. For a grand round of fucking had begun once again, as Sylvie was
brought to bliss by the women. So the well-fleshed priapus of each man
now hung limply, still perhaps drooling a bit of excess seed. His balls
hung limp and flaccid. Only Wesley could not sleep. His duties as host had
kept him from most of the fun. It was an odd twist; the man who put the
most into the party, planning it, thinking up new games for his guests,
wound up, as usual, getting the least from it. But he had gotten the best
part of it, he told himself, as he stumbled down the steps again, a bottle
of champagne in his hand. He had gotten the rare and fine surprise of a
13-year-old virgin. And then he remembered that Sylvie had not been
taken in front, only in back, at least by himself. This realization roused
him from his growing alcoholic stupor and he rushed downstairs to see
what the women had made of the girl. Was she still fresh and untouched,
or had they put a man to her to finish her off? He could think of half a
dozen guests who would be ideal for her; he could form the picture in his
mind of the male, his cock rampant, his breath hot, squeezing himself into
her small 13-year-old cunt. He would nearly lose himself just getting his
dick in. His balls would roil. He would stab at her and break her hymen
and make her bleed, all the while desperate not to make a fool of himself
by cumming to soon.
Wesley rushed into the room where heÕd left Sylvie. To his
astonishment she was still there, though now on her back, her trim flat
belly fallen inward, due to her slenderness, showing her ribs, her fat
breasts lolling above the outline of her slender rib bones. Between her
slim legs her nest showed, the short blonde hairs light upon it; she was
still a child, her fur had not yet completely grown in. WesleyÕs eyes
darted to her cunt. He saw no blood, no signs of leftover male seed after a
fucking, save a little that seemed to trail from behind her, from her ass.
Wesley went up to her and reached down and picked her up. She was so
lovely! She still wore her pearl necklace, shaped like a choker, she still
had on the red opera-length gloves he had given her. Between her lips the
ball gag still lay, like a fat apple that all her biting could not reduce in
size. He decided right then that he must have the rest of her, but he would
not be greedy, there was too much of the artist in him for him to simply
take her quickly and efficiently, right now, despite the erection that
popped suddenly between the halves of his bathrobe. He would make the
necessary arrangements, gain the required permissions. But in the
meantime he must ensure that nobody else beat him to the prize he
desired. He carried the girl up the winding staircase to his bedroom. He
laid her in his bed. He covered her with the white sheet and the satin
bedspread. With his finger under her nose he checked her breathing; he did
not want the gag in her mouth to take her from sleeping baby to corpse.
Then he went out again, and went downstairs and found Alessandra. She
was sprawled between two men and a woman. The woman had fallen
asleep with her head resting on AlessandraÕs lovely and well-fucked
bottom. She slept with her mouth a little open, sperm that she had
apparently licked from AlessandraÕs behind on her tongue, which lolled in
her mouth. Alessandra herself had fallen asleep with a manÕs cock in her
mouth. It lay poised on her lips now, but flaccid, the cum from it smeared
on AlessandraÕs face and mouth. The third man lay under Alessandra. He
had been the last one to fuck her. Wesley finished the story of their final
embrace in his head; Alessandra had ridden him as he lay on the carpet,
taking a second man simultaneously in the mouth, he standing before her
urgent body as a woman lay on the floor and licked at AlessandraÕs behind,
which, in some other tableaux, had been fucked up the ass. Wesley felt no
such compunction with the 19-year-old that he felt with her little niece.
Feeling himself erect, he knelt down before her supine body. He pulled her
by her shoulder so that her head drew away from the face of the man sheÕd
been sucking, who now lay with his hips just to the right of the face of
the man Alessandra had been riding. Wesley knelt down. Then he lifted
Alessandra slightly and, holding her, he stuck his cock directly into her
half-open mouth. The womanÕs eyelashes fluttered as she felt her
breathing interrupted by WesleyÕs cock. He began thrusting into her, she
compensated by breathing more through her nose. The night had brought
too much familiarity for this intimacy to wake her, especially given the
alcohol sheÕd consumed. Wesley used her mouth to release himself. He
pumped sperm down her throat; she woke just enough to swallow, but did
not quite manage to open her eyes. When Wesley was finished with her he
laid her back down again on those she had fallen asleep with. He went
away, his cock flaccid now between his legs. He pulled his robe tight
against himself and went out onto his back porch and stared into the night.
Jeff awoke. He was a brawny young man of 22. He found himself
with his cock poised near the lips of the blonde woman whoÕs name he
couldnÕt remember. There was fresh seed there. Quite a lot of it. He
didnÕt know he possessed the ability to shoot so much. He rubbed his eyes
with satisfaction. Then he got up. Although he couldnÕt remember the
name of the woman whoÕd sucked so much from him, he remembered that
sheÕd arrived with a pretty young niece. She was on the couch. No, she
was wasnÕt, he realized, gazing over it at. He felt a reawakening of his
powers as he thought of the young girl. From what he remembered she was
innocent. He had watched Wesley take her behind, the guy had a thing for
asses. She had a pretty one. But had anyone taken her where it counted
most?
The room looked like a battlefield. Jeff left it and went into the
living room. It was just as bad. Why did the result of love so eerily
resemble a field of fallen corpses, he wondered. All that was missing was
the blood. And if he could find the little niece, he would add a bit of that
to the scene.
With his cock growing, Jeff tried the winding staircase that led up
to the apartmentÕs second floor. Normally nobody went up here without an
invitation, it was WesleyÕs private area, where even partiers given the
most liberal privileges didnÕt go without his consent. But Jeff felt his
cock tugging at him. The little niece wasnÕt downstairs, was she perhaps
upstairs with their host? His bare feet padded on the steps. Some woman
had wanted to suck his toes and put them to her cunt, so he was no longer
wearing shoes. He was quite naked, in fact, and he loved the feeling of it
as he went upstairs and along the hall. He found the door to WesleyÕs
bedroom. He tried it. It opened. His cock leapt to attention the moment
the door swung back, for there was the little girl, lying all snuggly in
WesleyÕs bed, but alone! There was still a ball gag in her mouth. With
concern for her ability to breathe Jeff hurried forward. When he reached
her, he pulled the gag out of her. She gasped. The sight of her pretty lips
drawing in air was too much for him. He would have thrust himself
immediately into her mouth but he remembered what prize still waited to
be taken between her legs. He drew the satin bedcover back, the sheet as
well, exposing her naked little body. Her eyes fluttered open. He smiled
at her and she, seeing his strong young body, which was nearly twice as
old as hers and much bigger, smiled back. He leapt up onto the bed. He
opened her legs. She gaped down at her nude figure, at his cock poised to
take her.
ÒYou are so pretty,Ó Jeff said, to this girl whose name he didnÕt
know.
ÒYou have a really big thing!Ó Sylvie, astonished, said of his cock
which hung over her like a large ripe banana.
ÒI am going to take you now,Ó Jeff said. He leaned forward. He
pressed his lips to the girlÕs pretty mouth. A soft ÒokayÓ that she tried to
utter was crushed by his kissing.
Wesley walked into the room. He saw a manÕs behind where he had
left Sylvie, and somewhere under its sleek trim roundness, and the bulk of
a male body connected to it, he apprehended the little girl heÕd left in his
bed. The male ass was hovering, as if about to shove something into the
girl, if not already doing it. His balls hung heavily, despite the nightÕs
activities, obviously full enough to again cause him to have an erection.
Beyond the latitude of the manÕs slightly open legs were a much smaller
pair. Slender and bent at the knees, they now lifted a little, then a little
more, the small childÕs feet about to rise up and wrap themselves about
the manÕs back.
Wesley ran forward. He picked up the stick off the floor that heÕd
used an hour earlier on Sylvie. He brought it down swift and hard, hitting
the ass of the man in his bed.
ÒYEEEOW!Ó the man cried, for the stick fell dangerously close to his
balls as it struck along the underside of his ass. The man rose up. His
head turned. At that instant SylvieÕs head became visible. Her eyes were
wide with surprise, as were those of the man about to fuck her.
ÒSir, that is my bed, and upstairs is off limits,Ó Wesley said to Jeff.
The brawny 22-year-old reached back and rubbed his ass.
ÒYou didnÕt have to hit me with that,Ó he said. His dick became
evident as he turned his whole body now, his cock hanging big and hard in
front of him, yet not, as yet, tainted with any blood. To WesleyÕs surprise
and delight there was not any evidence in SylvieÕs eyes of not wanting to
go ahead with the procedure. If anything, she looked a little disappointed,
her feet sliding down the manÕs sides past his butt and along his thighs,
finally resting widespread on the bed, the man kneeling between them.
ÒShe would look lovely with pigtails,Ó Wesley thought to himself, and
determined that at his next party with her he should have her hair
arranged so, to emphasize her youth even more.
The two males might have fallen into a fight but just then
Alessandra came into the room. Disheveled but lovely as ever, she called
out to Sylvie.
ÒThere you are!Ó Alessandra said to the girl. ÒGet up, dear. Have you
had fun tonight?Ó
ÒShe is not quite finished,Ó Jeff said, but Wesley offered to swing
the stick at him again and said,
ÒShe is finished as long as sheÕs in my bedroom, sir. She is only 13.Ó
ÒOh my!Ó Alessandra said. For now she apprehended what had been
about to transpire, and guessed somehow with feminine intuition that it
had not yet taken place. ÒShe must not be fucked, sir!Ó Alessandra said.
She went to the bed and reached out and grabbed hold of JeffÕs cock. There
was little the young man could do about it, short of hopping off the
opposite side of the bed. He was quite big and easily snatched.
ÒSheÕs already been fucked up the ass,Ó Jeff protested.
ÒYou must not,Ó was all Alessandra said in reply, to blinking
ambivalence from Sylvie, who even then still held herself open to the
manÕs excellent prong.
ÒOut of my bed!Ó Wesley said. He brandished his stick at the man.
Seeing that Wesley was not erect, or at least showing nothing hard under
his robe, Jeff said,
ÒYou swing that around when you donÕt have a dick, eh?Ó
ÒI think I have to go to the bathroom,Ó Sylvie peeped, like a chick
trapped under the bulk of JeffÕs body and that of her aunt, who now
climbed up on the bed to ensure that the brawny young man didnÕt fuck her.
ÒShe must go to the bathroom, sir. Have a heart,Ó Alessandra begged
Jeff. The brawny young man looked at Wesley, then back at Alessandra,
then down at Sylvie, who was now struggling to get out from under him.
ÒI have to go too,Ó he said suddenly, and without further ado he
began pissing.
ÒOH, GOD!Ó Alessandra cried.
ÒYEEEK!Ó little Sylvie bleated. Wesley snapped his stick forward and
hit the young man again, on his ass, as Alessandra received the manÕs
warm pee on her belly. Sylvie managed to get free and, with some of the
pee splashing on her, escaped from the bed. She went running into
WesleyÕs bathroom where, for the first time that night, she had a
momentÕs privacy as she sat on the toilet. As for Alessandra, despite the
manÕs rudeness in wetting her she could not resist his hard cock. She
replaced her niece on the bed, feeling the warm impress on the sheet
where her small body had laid. She lifted her legs, offering herself to the
man as he finished his pee by squirting her tits. A moment later he was in
her, rutting hard and desperate. Wesley gave the young man more strokes
of the stick on his bare behind but Jeff didnÕt care now, he was too eager
to fuck this beautiful younger woman who now lay beneath him, her eyes
sultry, her tastes not offended by his sudden bladder release. The strokes
of WesleyÕs stick seemed only to spur him now, if he had but allowed the
stick to spur him when he was upon the niece! With a mixture of passion
and regret he brought himself to bliss inside Alessandra, hearing the little
niece in the bathroom flush the toilet, her cunt still virgin, that which he
was now inside not virgin but nonetheless wonderfully tight. Wesley
helped the two run their course by not letting up on the manÕs behind.
After the joust was finished Jeff would spend all the next day unable to
sit.
ÒDoes your bottom hole hurt?Ó Alessandra asked Sylvie when they
were both safe in her apartment again, and had slept and risen for a very
late breakfast. Sylvie squirmed in her seat.
ÒA likkle,Ó she said, forking scrambled eggs into her mouth. ÒAnd
the rest of my ass too.Ó
ÒIt is to be expected,Ó Alessandra told Sylvie. ÒUnfortunately I
didnÕt get the whipping I went for,Ó she said. The 13-year-oldÕs eyes
widened and she looked at her aunt. She was still chewing her eggs but
she couldnÕt resist blurting,
ÒWhat do you mean?Ó Alessandra gazed at her niece. She brushed
back a strand of blonde hair from SylvieÕs blue eyes.
ÒLove is not just fucking, dear, or WesleyÕs party stunts. Or
romance,Ó Alessandra told the girl. ÒIÕve learned this in the last few
months, and it has been, I admit, quite a surprise for me. There is
firmness, too, of a kind I cannot quite explain. It happens when I meet
someone who wants me and is hard in their want. Demanding. There is a
kind of pleasure in it which it is impossible for me to describe. Did you
not get a taste of it at BethÕs?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Sylvie said.
ÒWesley called while you were sleeping,Ó Alessandra said. ÒWe are
both to be punished.Ó
ÒPunished?Ó Sylvie blurted, nearly spitting her half-chewed
mouthful of scrambled eggs back out onto her plate.
ÒYes,Ó Alessandra said.
ÒBut we havenÕt done anything wrong!Ó Sylvie cried. She swallowed
her eggs, lest she make a mess in front of her aunt.
ÒNo. Indeed, we have done many things right,Ó Alessandra said. She
picked up her toast, and contemplated it. ÒWe have, as the men like to say,
Ôexemplary bottomsÕ, deserving of their full attention and the finest
discipline they can deliver. We are attractive to both men and women,
making us objects of affection to both sexes, from straight guys who want
us most of all for our cunts, to bi and gay guys who like us best for what
we offer behind, to women like ourselves, who love nothing more than to
see a pretty young woman subjected to torment, and afterwards kissed
and caressed, the caresses being all the more pleasurable after enduring
an ordeal. And finally there are the butch lesbian women, who love the
sound of a good hard crack upon a soft yielding bottom, the accompanying
lurch of the body and swing of the breasts, the helplessness of the eyes
and the gasping, spittle-producing mouth,Ó Alessandra concluded, noting
with a twinkle in her eyes how her little niece had nearly spluttered her
eggs all over her plate. ÒI once met a woman who told me she was
searching for the ultimate in punishment,Ó Alessandra added. ÒShe was a
model like myself, 20-years-old. SheÕd gotten a taste of discipline after
growing up a spoiled brat, in a wealthy household, and she liked it. She
liked knowing that she wasnÕt in control, that she couldnÕt determine the
outcome of events. She had to rely on her instincts, she told me. Some
masters were bad and some were worse, which was better still,Ó
Alessandra smiled. ÒShe said the women were worst of all. They didnÕt
have the inherent admiration and love for a womanÕs body, especially
another womanÕs body, that the men had. So they were more severe. The
very best of them were more delicate in the lead-up, in the greeting, in
the undressing, in the preparation. But my friend knew that this was all a
pretext, a kind of girlish feminine ploy to what was to come. For once
naked, they were unbearable, putting a girl through her paces like an
incredible task master, having no regard for the flesh they beat or the
backside they whipped, eager and willing to see a girl stretched to the
very limits of her endurance. She said her best master was a woman who
had split her hips giving birth. Knowing how painful that was, she was
determined to open her slaves to the fullest so they would never have to
endure it.Ó
ÒOh my!Ó Sylvie said. Despite the frightened look in her eyes her
right hand had laid down her fork and slipped down between her legs.
Gently she began rubbing herself. Her breath caught in her throat.
Alessandra knew what the girl was doing and said,
ÒSylvie, you shouldnÕt play with yourself at the table.Ó
ÒOh IÕm sorry!Ó the 13-year-old cried, and replaced her hand next to
her plate. Her fingertips were moist. Blushing, she looked down at them.
ÒDo not tell me again that your perfect young bottom isnÕt in need of
punishment,Ó Alessandra said to her niece.
ÒOh, but--!Ó Sylvie bleated, and then her blush increased even more.
ÒIÕm enrolling you in a school in upstate New York,Ó Alessandra said.
SylvieÕs face fell. It was the middle of summer; was she being cast out
while her aunt went off and had more adventures? ÒIÕm enrolling myself
as well. I will be there with you,Ó Alessandra continued. ÒItÕs very
expensive, but worth it, or so I hope. Wesley will be there. HeÕs paying
the bill and heÕs the one who has requested that we be trained.Ó
ÒWhat are we going to learn?Ó Sylvie asked, intrigued.
ÒHow to open. How to receive,Ó Alessandra said.
ÒThatÕs all?Ó Sylvie asked, the innocence of her years showing in her
eyes. Alessandra nodded, giggling a little.
ÒYes, dear. ThatÕs all. A woman will be by later this evening to
interview us. We cannot attend without first being approved. Put on a
nice skirt and blouse but no makeup. Those are the instructions. Can you
do that?Ó
ÒI- I suppose so,Ó Sylvie said. Alessandra bit into her toast. Then,
munching upon it, she added,
ÒDonÕt screw up.Ó
ÒNo I wonÕt,Ó Sylvie said, and felt a strange desire to put her hand
between her legs again, which she barely fought off.
ÒItÕs a very exclusive place,Ó Alessandra said, swallowing as she
spoke. ÒOnly the most beautiful are invited. ThatÕs the reason for no
makeup-- we must not try to fool the admissions officer. She will be here
at eight. Be sitting on the couch and ready for her. Not playing video
games in your bedroom, not thinking up naughty smart-ass things to say.
For once be completely good. DonÕt ruin it for me, and donÕt make me have
to decide that you really do need a babysitter.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Sylvie said.
The woman arrived promptly at eight. Sylvie wanted to rush to the
door to let her in but Alessandra insisted that the girl sit still on the
couch. Sylvie was dressed in a starched white blouse and a short pleated
skirt, something resembling the uniforms Wesley had told Alessandra they
would wear at the school. She had on new white sneakers and short white
socks. Her legs were bare, her long blonde hair was fetchingly arranged
into pigtails as Wesley had suggested to Alessandra. As for herself,
Alessandra wore the same as Sylvie, except her skirt was shorter. She
went to the door and opened it. The woman, who was about 25 and had
luxurious red hair, warmly introduced herself and walked confidently into
the apartment. She was dressed in a long dark outfit, complete with a
high collar and sleeves that ran all the way to her wrists, and a little
beyond. Her skirt swished on the ground, hiding even her ankles. Only her
toes protruded, evident in black open-toed sandals with heels, owing to
New YorkÕs warm summer weather. She was elegant and yet modest, sexy
yet reserved, for slits up both sides of her long dress revealed stockinged
legs, right up to the tops of her thighs. When she pulled off a light jacket
she was wearing the slits were revealed to go even higher, exposing bare
hips. Despite her long dress, she wore no panties.
ÒMy, you have a nice place,Ó the woman said, looking around at
AlessandraÕs apartment. Sylvie peeped backward on the other side of the
settee, whose backside faced the woman. ÒAnd this must be your little
niece,Ó the woman added, to a blush and a nod from Alessandra.
Immediately she walked over to Sylvie. She looked directly at the girlÕs
breasts, when she had a view of her front, as if using their size as a guide
for admission to the school. ÒYes. I think you are old enough,Ó the woman
said after a moment. She turned and looked at Alessandra, who moved
protectively toward her niece. Again the woman seemed to be using tit
size to evaluate Alessandra. She smiled and nodded after a moment and
said, lifting her face to look into AlessandraÕs, ÒYou will do quite nicely
as well.Ó The woman sat down on the couch next to Sylvie before
Alessandra could ask her to make herself comfortable. There was a pot of
fresh Orange Jasmine tea sitting on a ceramic tile, with a felt bottom and
a painted scene of Venice on top, on the low coffee table in front of the
couch. Beside it sat three china cups with delicate pink roses painted on
them. The woman eyed the kettle, which was made of brass, and said to
Alessandra, ÒMmmm, that smells delicious. May I have some?Ó
ÒOf course,Ó Alessandra said. She bent and took hold of the kettleÕs
handle. Sylvie squirmed beside her, seeing, as the woman now did, a view
of AlessandraÕs breasts within her starched blouse. She had left several
buttons undone. Her bosoms, encased in a frilly white bra, showed the
upper part of their curves, along with the fabric of the bra.
ÒThank you. IÕm Jan Quentin,Ó the redhead woman said as she
received a brimming cup of tea from Alessandra. ÒAnd you are?Ó
ÒAlessandra,Ó SylvieÕs niece said, pouring a cup for the 13-year-old.
She then filled the third cup, for herself, and sat down next to Jan. ÒAnd
this is Sylvie,Ó Alessandra added, pointing to Sylvie.
ÒHi,Ó Sylvie said, blushing, and blowing on her tea, which was as yet
too hot to drink. Jan blew on her own tea and said,
ÒI understand Wesley signed both of you up.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Alessandra said, and blushed, her face becoming bright red, as
SylvieÕs already was.
ÒHe is a lover?Ó Jan asked, as calm and collected as if she were
interviewing the two girls for high school and college, respectively.
ÒNo. Just a friend,Ó Alessandra said.
ÒAh, all the better. Lovers can get in the way sometimes,Ó Jan said.
ÒHow do you mean?Ó Alessandra asked.
ÒThey have too much respect and regard for their loved one. They are
reluctant to let us really train her, or him, as the case sometimes is,Ó Jan
said.
ÒOh,Ó Alessandra said, and her eyes darted to Sylvie, both young
females now evidencing a slightly frightened look. Jan remained perfectly
at ease.
ÒYou understand that Miss BrookhavenÕs Riding Academy has nothing
to do with horses, of course?Ó the redhead asked, drinking from her tea
after she had spoken, for it had cooled enough to sip.
ÒY-Yes,Ó Alessandra said.
ÒThat is not to say that there isnÕt an abundance of riding gear at the
place,Ó Jan went on. ÒBits, spurs, saddles, whips. All the accouterments
for turning young fillies into well-disciplined mares.Ó
ÒOf course,Ó Alessandra said, her blush deeper now, her lips and eyes
nervous, Sylvie, sitting across from Jan, shivering a bit as she tried to
drink her hot tea.
ÒAlthough all parts of the body are trained, which in turn trains the
mind, the bottom is considered the best place for instruction,Ó Jan said.
ÒYou can expect to have it bare for the duration of your stay, not only to
show off its beauty, but to allow those in command of you, those charged
with teaching you, to use it. Do you think you will have any objection to
being bare-assed for two weeks?Ó Jan asked Alessandra. The blonde
gulped. She looked again at her niece and then said,
ÒOf- Of course.Ó Jan laughed.
ÒModesty is welcome at the school, provided it doesnÕt actually
interfere with your training,Ó she said. ÒI shall ask my question again,
dearest. Despite your objection to being rudely forced to show your naked
behind, both to women and men, not to mention the other parts of yourself,
and to having all of those parts abused in the most indecent of ways, do
you still wish to attend the school?Ó
Hastily Alessandra gulped her tea, unsure how to answer. Sylvie
nearly dropped her teacup, which shook in her hands, the tea almost
spilling over its sides.
ÒThey- they will not hurt us too badly?Ó Alessandra, who had been
so bold at breakfast with Sylvie now asked the redheaded woman sitting
beside her. The blush on her face had paled.
ÒIt is all to a purpose, my dear,Ó Jan said.
ÒTo learn to open and receive,Ó Alessandra said, her eyes seemingly
full of questions.
ÒYes,Ó Jan said. She took AlessandraÕs cup. She set it down on the
coffee table and, reaching for the kettle, refilled it for the woman. Then
she handed it back to her. ÒI was as frightened as you when they came to
interview me,Ó Jan said to SylvieÕs niece.
ÒWere you?Ó Alessandra blurted. The womanÕs frankness, she knew,
had brought on her fright. Yet she longed to be told what to do, to leave
her freedom behind, to experience, through bondage, the new kind of
freedom that some of her friends in the modeling business told her was
possible. It was the challenge of the thing that intrigued her, the womanÕs
frankness notwithstanding. Jan turned to Sylvie. She took the girlÕs
teacup, which was still full, out of her hands.
ÒIÕm- IÕm getting good grades in school,Ó Sylvie stammered, not sure
what to say to this admissions officer from Miss BrookhavenÕs school.
ÒThatÕs irrelevant,Ó Jan answered. ÒStand up, dearest,Ó she said.
Sylvie obeyed. Jan reached up and unbuttoned the front of SylvieÕs blouse,
pulling it out of the waistband of her skirt when she was finished. She
grasped SylvieÕs bosoms, which were held by a white frilly bra like her
aunts, and squeezed them. ÒMmmm, the men will like these,Ó Jan said.
Next she told Sylvie to take hold of her skirt. The girl did, taking it with
her fingers by the hem. Jan had her draw it up and she reached for the
girlÕs undies, which were white, and pulled them down. With her panties
round her knees, Jan looked at the girlÕs lightly furred cunt. Then she had
her turn around and show her the dimpled twin curves of her bare bottom.
Jan seized these small lovely half-orbs, provoking a cry from Sylvie.
When she had checked their weight and fullness with her hands, much in
the same fashion as she had felt the girlÕs breasts, she gave SylvieÕs
bottom a hard slap.
ÒOWWWWW!Ó Sylvie cried, rising up on her toes in the pretty white
sneakers she wore.
ÒYou may repair yourself,Ó Jan said to the 13-year-old. ÒYou have
passed the entrance exam.Ó Jan turned to Alessandra. ÒI shall not let you
off so lightly,Ó she said. ÒUnbutton your blouse and your bra. I want to
see your lovely titties naked and then I want you on your hands and knees
on the couch. I shall attend to your underthings and your skirt. Come on,
girl! I have to visit two more couples this evening.Ó Alessandra obeyed.
As Sylvie pulled up her panties and sat back down on the couch, pouting,
her aunt undid her blouse and unhooked her bra. Jan smiled at the view she
presented of her tits, which were large and lovely, the admissions officer
remarking on their beauty before having Alessandra Ôassume the position,Õ
as she called it, on the couch. When Alessandra was on all fours Jan upped
the womanÕs short skirt and drew down her panties. There was a kind of
crazed zest in AlessandraÕs eyes as Jan insisted on drawing her white
underthings completely down her legs and off the new sneakers she wore.
ÒI want you to call Wesley,Ó Jan said, having earlier spied a telephone
sitting on a low table next to the end of the couch. Alessandra blanched.
Then, turning away from the woman, looking straight ahead, she picked up
the phone, resting all her weight on her other hand and her knees. As Jan
fiddled with AlessandraÕs skirt, deciding at last to unzip it and
completely remove it, the 19-year-old dialed Wesley. Sylvie watched,
dumbfounded, as her aunt greeted Wesley with her naked bottom in the air
and the strange woman sitting just behind it, admiring the twin white
cheeks. Suddenly JanÕs hand flew down. The slap of JanÕs bare hand,
hitting AlessandraÕs bare bottom, resounded through the room.
ÒOuch!Ó Alessandra cried into the phone. Jan followed up the first
blow with more. ÒOuch! Ouch! Ouch!Ó Alessandra yelled, big tears rolling
down her cheeks in a sudden torrent as her ass turned red under the
womanÕs slapping hand.
ÒOh, stop! YouÕre hurting her!Ó Sylvie cried.
ÒShush, dear,Ó Jan answered the 13-year-old, without ceasing her
attack on SylvieÕs auntÕs rear. Slap! Slap! Slap! The hand went, and
through her tears Alessandra heard Wesley begin to huff with desire as he
apparently began playing with himself.
The beating did not cease. It went on, AlessandraÕs bottom turning
redder and redder, until a croaking gasp from Wesley, at the phoneÕs other
end, announced that he had cum. Alessandra managed to turn her head
when this happened and say to the woman slapping her,
ÒOh! WesleyÕs cum!Ó before sobbing out more tears.
At once Jan stopped. Gently she restored AlessandraÕs panties as
the 19-year-old hung up the phone. She didnÕt bother with AlessandraÕs
skirt. It was with some difficultly that Alessandra attempted to sit on
her punished behind when Jan told her to.
ÒOooch!Ó Alessandra said, with a gasping half-sob.
ÒYou will come at the weekend,Ó Jan said to Alessandra. ÒYou have a
fine bottom and it will be most welcome. If you are having trouble
sitting, my dear, may I suggest that it will be twice as hard at the school,
for undoubtedly they will wish to open you up more by having you wear
something that keeps a phallus up you even when you are not receiving the
attention of the men.Ó
ÒYou mean?Ó Alessandra asked, her eyes widening.
ÒYes. A fake cock,Ó Jan said. ÒI assure you it is not something one
gets used to very easily.Ó She leaned forward and kissed Alessandra, on
the lips, making SylvieÕs niece blanch. ÒYou will do brilliantly in the
naked games,Ó she said to Alessandra. ÒYou will be remembered for years
afterward.Ó
ÒI am not sure I wish to go, now that you have told me more about
it,Ó Alessandra said, sitting with discomfort on her well-slapped bottom,
yet savoring, in her pain, the thought of making Wesley cum simply by
allowing herself to be hit with a womanÕs hand.
ÒYou would do yourself a great disservice not to attend,Ó Jan said to
Alessandra. ÒIt is like an orgy but ever so much better, for an orgy has a
certain untidiness to it, donÕt you think? This is a place of romance as
much as sex. I have told you first and foremost about the sex part because
I donÕt want you to be unduly frightened when it comes. You have openings
in your body and obviously they intrigue men, not to mention some women.
And being young you naturally havenÕt yet learned to completely offer
yourself, as you must in order to be a true and complete woman. Therefore
I have been unstinting in my description of the school to you, in what will
be expected and, indeed, demanded. But it is no different from, I think,
applying for a job and being told you will have to type 50 words a minute.
Except what does typing have to do with anything, in the end, I mean,
hmmm? Are we not made for things more primal, more natural, more
demanding? Are breasts not made to be sucked, cunts to be pillaged,
bottoms to be admired and used as places of instruction? Is not the
bottom hole a wonderfully challenging sport for a man to put himself into,
the female squeezing hard upon him as he plunges as deep as he can into
her softness, into her tightest spot?Ó
ÒYes. Of course,Ó Alessandra said, gaining back a little control of
herself, sitting slightly more easily on her bottom now as the slapped
flesh took on a kind of tingling ethereal coolness.
ÒSo I expect you to be brave, and to be ready to go at the weekÕs
end,Ó Jan said to Alessandra. ÒFrom now on you will call me Miss Quentin.
Formality is an important component of training, for it allows one to be
more demanding, and for the one in training to obey more readily. Have
your niece ready if she is willing. Naturally some consideration will be
given to her age but I cannot always control the men, nor can Miss
Brookhaven, so she must understand that she is there to be taught and in
being taught to be used, to be fulfilled and in being fulfilled to be abused.Ó
Jan stood up. ÒYou tea was wonderful,Ó she said. Without her skirt on,
Alessandra escorted the woman to the door. She let her out. When she
came back to Sylvie, her hips rolling with a strange allure, the 13-year-
old was lifting up AlessandraÕs skirt that she might put it back on.
ÒThank you,Ó Alessandra said, and a new blush spread over her face,
matching that still reddening SylvieÕs cheeks. Just then the phone rang.
ÒHello?Ó Alessandra asked, and she said it in a bit of a sultry voice,
thinking it was Wesley, calling her back to tell her what an explosive
orgasm heÕd had, listening to her bottom receive. But it was not Wesley on
the phone. It was SylvieÕs parents.
ÒOh! Hello!Ó Alessandra cried. The blush in her cheeks become brick
red and spread down her neck to the uppermost curves of her breasts.
ÒOook!Ó Sylvie said, not loud enough to be heard by those on the
phone, slapping her hands to her cheeks. She was wet between her legs,
the moisture of her arousal wetting her panties.
ÒYouÕre downstairs?Ó Alessandra asked. ÒOh how wonderful!Ó she
said, as a look of total fear crossed her features. It was with great haste,
after hanging up the phone, that she arranged her too-short skirt and
checked to see that SylvieÕs clothes were in order. Then she went to the
door of her apartment and let in SylvieÕs parents. She brought them to the
couch much as she had brought Jan, SylvieÕs father noting not without
interest how AlessandraÕs bottom had a curiously aroused wiggle to it.
Alessandra sat down, and let out a yelp as she did so.
ÒIÕve- IÕve had a long photo shoot today,Ó Alessandra explained.
ÒI see,Ó SylvieÕs mother said. SylvieÕs face was blushing and she
still had one hand clapped to her mouth. A giggle nearly escaped her, but
she managed to hold it back. ÒWeÕve come to pick Sylvie up,Ó SylvieÕs
mother told Alessandra. ÒThank you so much for keeping her for us.Ó
ÒNO!Ó Sylvie blurted. She wasnÕt about to be taken back to her boring
life in the suburbs. ÒI want to stay!Ó she shouted.
ÒOh dear, but you canÕt,Ó SylvieÕs mother said. ÒAlessandra is a
young woman and she needs to have a life of her own.Ó
ÒOh, itÕs alright,Ó Alessandra said, sitting with difficulty on the
couch because of the way her flesh shot sudden pains through her
whenever she moved.
ÒNo, really. YouÕre 19 and independent and weÕve saddled you enough
with our child,Ó SylvieÕs mother said. SylvieÕs father would have spoken,
but he was too intrigued by the way AlessandraÕs lovely big breasts shook
on her chest, like captive mounds of jello in her white blouse, whenever
she jerked abruptly on the sofa.
ÒI donÕt mind keeping Sylvie,Ó Alessandra said.
ÒIÕM NOT GOING HOME!Ó Sylvie insisted in a loud voice.
ÒWe would have to think about it,Ó SylvieÕs father said, and a
mystical image of himself fucking Alessandra before giving Sylvie
permission to stay filled his mind.
ÒOh dear, I really donÕt think--Ó SylvieÕs mother said to her
daughter.
ÒReally. SheÕll be alright with me,Ó Alessandra said, and wondered
at her statement for, even as late as today at Ôbreakfast,Õ she had toyed
with the idea of getting a sitter for Sylvie.
ÒIf she really wants to stay I donÕt see any harm in it,Ó SylvieÕs
father said to her mother.
ÒBut dear--Ó SylvieÕs mother said.
ÒShe can stay until the end of the summer if itÕs alright with
Alessandra,Ó SylvieÕs father said.
ÒOnly until the end of the summer. Then she has to be back in
school,Ó SylvieÕs mother said. For SylvieÕs father the idea that he might
soon again get to see this lovely creature, who was apparently having
trouble sitting on her fine ass, was delightful. For SylvieÕs mother the
thought of spending romantic evenings with her husband at home, without
their daughter, was suddenly alluring.
ÒYIPPEEE!Ó Sylvie yelled, as soon as she realized her parents were
going to allow her to stay. She jumped up, and in jumping up and down her
little pleated skirt rose and fell, exposing her pretty white panties. Her
father, who had been admiring her aunt, suddenly found himself salivating
over his own daughter! She had certainly become more lovely during the
summer. Her breasts seemed bigger, at the same time her little bottom
and hips were fetchingly small, as if begging for a good fucking to put
some fat on them, even if it were the fat of a 13-year-old pregnancy.
SylvieÕs father cleared his throat. Aware that she wasnÕt without
competition in this apartment, SylvieÕs mother suddenly stood up.
ÒIÕd love to stay for tea but we must catch our flight,Ó SylvieÕs
mother said. She looked at her daughter and was half-glad to leave such a
fetching little tart behind. Not to mention her obviously alluring 19-year-
old aunt. ÒYou two have fun,Ó SylvieÕs mother said.
ÒYes. DonÕt do anything I wouldnÕt do,Ó SylvieÕs father joked, and
managed not too well to repress a blush as Alessandra, delighted at the
opportunity to relieve the pressure on her ass, jumped up, making her tits
bounce hard in her blouse.
ÒBye, bye,Ó Sylvie said to her parents. She walked over to them and
kissed them. Her kiss on her father lingered, and to her motherÕs surprise
she kissed her dad not on her cheek, as she always had before, but directly
on the lips.
ÒMfff! My how youÕve grown!Ó SylvieÕs father said when the girl
drew her face away, and he wasnÕt speaking of her height, for she was no
taller, but rather of the way her breasts had enlarged over the summer and
had pressed so ardently and firmly against his ribs.
SylvieÕs parents left. When Alessandra closed her apartment door
she let out a sigh of relief.
ÒI thought they were going to notice that I couldnÕt sit on my ass,Ó
Alessandra said.
ÒYou did a good job of it, all the same,Ó Sylvie said.
ÒYou sure you donÕt want to go with them?Ó Alessandra asked Sylvie.
ÒTo our boring old house?Ó Sylvie said. She shook her head ÔnoÕ.
Suddenly Alessandra darted forward and grabbed SylvieÕs skirt. With one
yank she managed to pull it down. Suddenly in her panties, with only her
white blouseÕs hem covering her hips, Sylvie let out a scream. A moment
later she clapped her hands to her mouth. She hoped her parents hadnÕt
heard. Alessandra, who was feeling suddenly frisky, said,
ÒWe are going to get ready for the school by walking around with our
bare bottoms showing all the rest of the week.Ó
ÒYou mean when we go out?Ó Sylvie asked.
ÒNo, silly. I mean in the apartment. WeÕll have our own little school
here, so we wonÕt be so afraid of Miss BrookhavenÕs school when we go
there.Ó
ÒMmmm,Ó Sylvie said.
ÒI will be the teacher and you will call me Miss Alessandra,Ó
SylvieÕs aunt suggested. Immediately she reached forward again and
yanked down SylvieÕs panties, leaving the girl in just her blouse and bra,
with her panties round her knees and her skirt puddled at her feet.
ÒWill I be spanked?Ó Sylvie asked, the thought not entirely
disagreeable to her, for she had found her experience with WesleyÕs stick
to be both painful and yet somehow erotic, not to mention seeing her aunt
bottom-up on the sofa or being forced to sit bare-assed on the hot metal
seat at BethÕs.
ÒYou must strive always to be good,Ó Alessandra said. She
unbuttoned SylvieÕs blouse and pulled it off her when she was finished,
then undid her bra and cast that aside as well. Suddenly the doorbell rang.
ÒOh my God, not again!Ó Alessandra cried. Sylvie ran behind the couch, and
crouched down, peeping over its back and seeing her clothes lying
discarded in the middle of the room. Alessandra, in a quandary what to do,
went to the front door and opened it just a bit. ÒHello?Ó she asked, and
then saw, to her despair, that it was SylvieÕs dad.
ÒHer motherÕs downstairs. I just wanted to say that MOMA has an
excellent Summer Fun program for teens if youÕre looking for something
for Sylvie to do while--Ó SylvieÕs dad began, before seeing, beyond the
slender curve of AlessandraÕs shoulder, that his daughterÕs clothing was
lying haphazardly in the living room. ÒIs- Is Sylvie taking a bath?Ó he
asked.
ÒYes!Ó Alessandra said, but then SylvieÕs dad caught sight of his
daughter looking at him from over the rim of the setteeÕs high back.
ÒMay I come in?Ó SylvieÕs dad asked. Alessandra, an ashen look on
her face, relented and let him push his way past her.
ÒUm, hi dad,Ó Sylvie said, when her father had, with long quick
strides, walked into the room and around to the front of the couch, to see
his daughter crouching there in the nude, but still wearing her white
sneakers and socks, her hair fetchingly in pigtails. The man looked down
at his daughter, her lovely newgrown figure, the weight and heft of her
beautiful breasts. Most of all he caught sight, though only from the side,
of the way her little ass seemed perfectly gorgeous. ÒSylvie,Ó he said, his
voice suddenly awkward, but his stance strong and erect, his legs slightly
spread as he stood over her. ÒDo you realize that in all your years, despite
how bad youÕve sometimes been, that IÕve never laid a hand on you?Ó
ÒYes, daddy,Ó Sylvie said. She gulped as she watched her fatherÕs
hands fall to his waist and fiddle with the buckle of his belt. SylvieÕs
father looked at Alessandra, who had managed to close the door to her
apartment, her face white. ÒIs my daughter turning into a lesbian?Ó
SylvieÕs father asked Alessandra.
ÒNo,Ó Alessandra answered. SylvieÕs father unbuckled his belt. ÒBut
she wasnÕt undressing for a bath either, was she?Ó he asked, and from the
frown on his face Alessandra couldnÕt bear to lie to him. ÒNo,Ó she said.
Sylvie let out a little yelp. Her father looked at her.
ÒI want you up on that couch, on your hands and knees, Sylvie,Ó the
girlÕs father said to her.
ÒBut dad!Ó Sylvie cried. A whoosh announced that SylvieÕs father had
pulled the belt out of his belt loops, and the thing swung ominously in the
air. He looked at Alessandra as Sylvie leapt on the couch, frightened as a
lamb confronting its first pair of shears.
ÒYouÕll be next,Ó SylvieÕs dad said to Alessandra. ÒTake off your
things.Ó
ÒOh my God!Ó Alessandra cried.
ÒIÕm not going to make Sylvie come with us and I donÕt want to know
what you two were planning for this evening,Ó SylvieÕs father said sternly
to the two young women. ÒBut IÕm not going to let this behavior go by
unpunished, either. YouÕll each get what you deserve, you for letting my
daughter be a naked scamp,Ó he said to Alessandra, Òand you for being a
little whore,Ó he said to Sylvie.
ÒBut dad!Ó the girl cried, looking up at her father with fear in her
eyes as she nonetheless assumed the very position he had told her to.
ÒFive on your naked ass, and I want you to count them,Ó SylvieÕs
father said to his adorable daughter, her bare bottom rolling about now
with fear and a kind of mixed delight as he gazed down at her, a lion about
to pounce on its prey. ÒReady?Ó he asked her.
ÒNo daddy,Ó Sylvie said, with as much conviction as any girl about to
receive, especially from her father, yet with her pretty little ass jutting
up higher now as he raised his belt. Alessandra, her hands trembling,
began unbuttoning her blouse.
ÒEEEEYOUCH!Ó Sylvie cried suddenly, as her dadÕs belt flashed down,
the expensive leather, purchased in one of ParisÕ finest belt shops,
striking his daughterÕs equally rare and beautiful ass. ÒONE!Ó Sylvie cried,
after screaming out her pain, for she knew when her dad was really intent
on something it had to be done. Alessandra cast of her blouse. She
reached behind herself and unhooked her bra.
ÒYEEEEOUUUCH!Ó Sylvie cried, as the belt struck again, making her
jerk forward, her lovely titties, hanging under her, wobbling about like
ripe fruit. Her father saw with some anxiety that his daughterÕs behind
now bore two red stripes. But even as he worried over her ass he was
struck by its loveliness; surely such a perfect young bottom deserved a
good beating! Alessandra unzipped the back of her dress. It slipped down
her legs and pooled at her feet.
ÒEEEYOWWWW!Ó Sylvie cried. The belt flew down again. She
received the stroke and gasped out her pain, yet, because of her training at
WesleyÕs, she did not reach back and grab her hind parts even now.
SylvieÕs dad realized his daughter was acting less than childish at her
beating. There could only be one reason: though he had never hit her
before, someone else must have, and that person must have done it this
summer while he was gone. SylvieÕs dad resolved in that moment to hit
his daughter even harder, despite the three glaring stripes which now
decorated her ass. Alessandra, watching, bit her lip and yanked down the
back of her white panties.
The fourth blow was harder, and the fifth hardest of all. When the
fifth fell Sylvie could no longer restrain herself. Her hands flew to her
ass and she clutched it, falling forward, nearly biting her tongue as her
face hit the seat of the couch. Alessandra walked up to SylvieÕs dad and
stood on tip-toe and kissed him, her bottom bare, ready for whatever the
man deigned to give her. But now SylvieÕs dad had other things on his
mind, namely, the way his cock was pressing hard against his trousers.
Ordering his daughter off the couch, he made Alessandra kneel down on it.
Sylvie tried to sit on the rug but she couldnÕt, her bottom stung too much.
So she stood, her hands rubbing her rear, which moved with a kind of
effortless if awkward grace as she tried to absorb what had been so
forcefully delivered to her with her dadÕs belt. Suddenly her fatherÕs prick
was revealed to her and she saw her dad mount the settee behind the
kneeling Alessandra. Aroused by the way AlessandraÕs ass had intriguing
red hand prints impressed into it, slender-fingered hand prints that looked
as if they had come from a woman, SylvieÕs dad suddenly put himself to
the 19-year-old, right in her love pouch, with an urgency that made her
cry out.
The door bell rang as Alessandra received SylvieÕs dadÕs prick.
ÒDid my daughter spank you?Ó SylvieÕs father asked Alessandra.
ÒNo. Someone else,Ó Alessandra gasped. Her eyes widened as she
felt SylvieÕs dad penetrate her. He was strangely desperate,
uncomfortably fulfilling with his need. Sylvie went to the door. She
opened it.
ÒMom!Ó Sylvie cried. SylvieÕs mother nearly collapsed as she saw
her daughter standing naked before her. When the girl turned, her face red
with embarrassment, she saw SylvieÕs bare bottom, well-slapped with
something that had left long marks across it. Sylvie reached back to cover
her ass with her hand as her mother followed her into the living room. The
door, left open, was only closed after SylvieÕs mother saw her husband on
the couch with Alessandra. Quickly she ended any opportunity for anyone
passing in the hall to witness the sight, then went over to see it more
closely for herself. Sylvie awkwardly put her panties back on, picking
them up off the floor, letting out a squeal of pain when she felt the soft
cotton fabric touch her red ass.
ÒOooh! Ooooh! Oooh!Ó Alessandra gasped on the couch, as SylvieÕs
dad fucked her. SylvieÕs mother, recovered now a little from her near
collapse in the hall, watched with jealous interest as her husband exerted
himself in the 19-year-old from behind. Finally the two of them came,
with much shouting and delighted screaming. When their bliss had run its
course SylvieÕs dad got up from the couch, but he ordered Alessandra to
remain kneeling. He picked up his belt from off the floor where heÕd
tossed it.
ÒFive, and I want you to count them,Ó SylvieÕs dad said to
Alessandra.
ÒOh God, no!Ó Alessandra cried, but the belt flashed down before she
could say any more, and she found herself screaming through her
disheveled veil of blonde hair which had partly fallen over her eyes. The
other strokes were delivered, in rapid succession. Alessandra counted
them all, after forgetting to call out the first stroke and receiving an
extra one for her forgetfulness. A full half-dozen now emblazoned across
her behind, in addition to what Jan had given her, SylvieÕs dad put his belt
back on. He took his wife by the arm.
ÒYou two may do as you wish until the end of the summer,Ó SylvieÕs
dad said to Alessandra and his daughter, who stood embarrassed in her
white panties while Alessandra lay sobbing on the couch, her hands now
covering her ass as if clutching at some prized jewel. ÒSylvieÕs mother
and I will not interfere, and we wonÕt ask any questions. Of course we
wonÕt go to the police, either,Ó he added, his frown deepening. ÒMay I say
that, aside from my wife of course, you two have the prettiest asses I
have ever seen, either in real life or in any magazine.Ó He looked at
Sylvie. ÒI wonÕt ask if youÕre still a virgin,Ó he said.
ÒOh dad, but I am!Ó Sylvie cried.
ÒThen be glad youÕre my daughter or IÕd have you flat on your back on
that couch and be fucking your brains out,Ó SylvieÕs dad said. He glared at
her. ÒDo you understand me?Ó he asked. Sylvie looked perplexed.
ÒY- Yes, dad,Ó she said.
ÒYou are in bloom,Ó he said to her. ÒI never thought IÕd be talking to
my daughter this way, but then IÕve never had a curvaceous 13-year-old
daughter before,Ó he said. He gazed at her, up and down, and her panties,
and the way her hands now tried to cover herself, did very little to hide
his ability to analyze her figure. It was stunning, still childishly small
yet unrelenting in its lovely curves, from her full pair of breasts to her
still narrow hips, to the bottom heÕd seen so sportingly displayed on the
couch. ÒYou were born to fuck,Ó he said to his daughter.
ÒOh, dick!Ó SylvieÕs mother said to her husband.
ÒAnd to spank,Ó SylvieÕs dad added. ÒDonÕt make a slut of yourself,
but donÕt be embarrassed about what you have. IÕve always tried to be a
practical father. I will try in this regard too, though IÕd love to take you
home and lock you in a cage until youÕre 18, or forever, for that matter.Ó
ÒYes, daddy,Ó Sylvie said, as submissively as she could muster, for
it was a fearful thing to be confronted about her sexuality by her father,
especially when all she was wearing was her panties!
ÒGod, IÕd love to shoot the guy who stole your cherry,Ó SylvieÕs
father said, adjusting his trousers as he spoke, for he could feel himself
rising up again now, as Alessandra lay weeping on the couch, her bare
bottom brick red and sperm trickling out between her thighs.
ÒBut daddy, IÕm still a virgin! I swear!Ó Sylvie said. ÒIÕve only been
fucked in the ass!Ó the girl said, and blushed immediately, more than she
was already doing, for to make such a confession to her father, and in
front of her mother, was mortifying.
ÒMaybe we should take her home, dear,Ó SylvieÕs mother said to her
father. She tugged on his arm and began to pull him toward the 13-year-
old. But SylvieÕs father was muttering, in a kind of reverie,
ÒSuch a bare, round, perfect bottom,Ó SylvieÕs father said, though
whether he was speaking of AlessandraÕs ass, which was still upturned
and naked, though her hands were trying to cover it, or SylvieÕs, though her
panties clung to it, was unclear.
ÒNo. We must let them enjoy themselves in New York. Sylvie would
have nothing to do at home,Ó SylvieÕs father said.
ÒBut the swimming pool has Summer Fun--Ó SylvieÕs mother began.
SylvieÕs father shook his head in disagreement.
ÒSheÕs already signed up at MOMA,Ó he lied. SylvieÕs mother looked
at her daughter as her father drew her to the apartment door. SylvieÕs dad
opened the door. SylvieÕs mother, looking at her daughter, cried,
ÒDonÕt forget to wear your panties! And a skirt too,Ó she added.
SylvieÕs blush increased, but her parents were gone a moment later,
closing the door behind them so passersby, going to their own apartments,
would not see their daughter standing in her underwear or hear Alessandra
sobbing on the couch.
ÒGod, your fatherÕs such an animal,Ó Alessandra said when SylvieÕs
dad was gone. The 13-year-old crept over to her aunt and looked down at
her well-punished behind.
ÒI donÕt think I want to play school,Ó Sylvie said.
ÒI canÕt. My bottom canÕt take it,Ó Alessandra breathed.
ÒAre we still going to Miss BrookhavenÕs school?Ó Sylvie asked.
ÒI donÕt know,Ó Alessandra said. ÒAll I want right now is a cool
bath.Ó
ÒI donÕt want to go to Summer Fun at MOMA,Ó Sylvie said, tugging on
the waistband of her panties. Alessandra looked up at her.
ÒYouÕd rather have Miss Brookhaven ram something up your ass?Ó she
asked.
ÒNoooo,Ó Sylvie said, her eyes wide, fiddling with her panties and
feeling a sudden urge to increase the moisture in the crotch of them by
rubbing her pussy. She wished suddenly she wasnÕt a virgin. It was
aggravating to get so wet and not be able to experience what sheÕd just
seen Alessandra take from her father. With curious eyes she looked at her
dadÕs sperm trickling out of AlessandraÕs love pouch. ÒWahtÕs it like to be
fucked in the cunt?Ó Sylvie asked. In her innocence she said the word
ÔwhatÕ in a kind of breathy, excited way.
ÒIt hurts. But itÕs wonderful, especially after you do it a few
times,Ó Alessandra answered.
ÒDid he stick himself all the way up you?Ó Sylvie asked.
ÒUh-huh. Of course, silly,Ó Alessandra said.
ÒI donÕt want to show off my bottom but I still want to go to that
school and--Ó
ÒYes?Ó Alessandra asked.
ÒAnd be fucked!Ó Sylvie cried. She shoved her hands between her
legs. She crumpled on the carpet, in front of the settee, and gleefully
rubbed her pussy through the cotton of her undies. ÒOooh! Ooooh! Oooh!Ó
Sylvie cried. Quickly she made herself cum as Alessandra gazed down at
her, her own hands softly massaging her punished ass. Then AlessandraÕs
hands were off her bottom and under her, and she rubbed herself to bliss
as Sylvie watched, bringing herself on again, yanking her panties off and
doing herself with her fingers on the floor as Alessandra groaned on the
couch. When the two of them had spent an hour masturbating themselves,
they finally regained their senses and stumbled off to the bathroom.
ÒI have first dibs on the tub,Ó Sylvie said.
ÒNo way,Ó Alessandra answered.
ÒI said it first!Ó Sylvie quarreled.
ÒItÕs my tub,Ó Alessandra answered. In the end they shared the tub,
and despite feeling guilty about it, they used their toes to frig each
otherÕs cunts, sitting facing each other at opposite ends of the tub.
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