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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
A VirginÕs Last Hours
Chapter Six
ÒThe skirts must be shorter. Your panties must show,Ó Jan said to
the girls. She spoke matter-of-factly, as if giving advice for a New York
photo shoot, or the attire required for a high school ball. Alessandra stood
awkwardly on a raised platform in a shop on Fifth Avenue as Jan attended
upon her. She wore white boots, stretching up to her knees, a plaid skirt
and a blouse which was unbuttoned to show the curves of her breasts. A
knot in her blouse, which was blue, kept her breasts from flying free of
her blouse while leaving her belly bare. Beneath this makeshift midriff
blouse Jan was shortening her skirt with a scissors. Plaid fabric littered
the floor in neat strips. Finally the skirt was so short that the underside
of AlessandraÕs panties showed, both in front and in back, the neat
indrawn curve of her crotch as well as the thrusting lower cheeks of her
ass. Sylvie, not standing on a block, watched her aunt from a few feet
away. She was in white boots also, her unbuttoned blouse waiting to be
knotted in front, her skirt still the length the shop sold it in, waiting for
JanÕs shears. Some distance away, watching with a kind of quiet
amusement, was the shopÕs owner. She was a woman in her 30Õs. She had
been informed by Jan, not without embarrassment to the girls, that both
her customers would be seen by eveningÕs end in nothing but the boots.
ÒSo it is a kind of party?Ó the shopÕs owner asked Jan. The redhead
made Alessandra get down from the platform. Curling a finger, snapping
her shears in the air, she invited Sylvie to come over and stand in her
place. Meekly the girl did so, as Alessandra, looking at herself in a mirror,
flushed to see how short her skirt was.
ÒIt is a school,Ó Jan answered. ÒSo they must be seen both clothed
and yet fetchingly unclothed, their panties on display from the first
moment the men lay eyes on them.Ó
ÒI see,Ó the shopÕs owner, whose name was Claire, said. Alessandra
turned to Claire.
ÒIÕm not entirely sure I want to go,Ó Alessandra said, if only to try
to save herself from the embarrassment of having the woman know her
business.
ÒOf course,Ó Claire answered. She smiled. Sylvie flinched on the
platform as the shears were put to her skirt. ÒCome over here and IÕll hem
your skirt for you, so itÕs nice and even,Ó Claire said to Alessandra. The
19-year-old walked to a second platform. She got up on it. Carefully
Claire folded her dress up an inch, making it even shorter, and took pins
from her hair and put them through the fabric of the skirt. When she was
finished she told Alessandra to draw the dress off, pulling it down over
her new boots, which she had yet to wear outside the shop. The young
woman obeyed, and stood in her panties as Claire went to work hemming
up her skirt. ÒSit if you like,Ó Claire said, and indicated a sumptuous
velour chair in the corner of the room. Alessandra went to it and sat
down. During the week her bottom had lost her redness. It was easy for
her to sit again, but she guessed by nightÕs end it might be difficult once
more. Did she really want to go through with this? she wondered, as she
watched Claire hem up her skirt and little Sylvie, standing on the block,
have hers cut to an obscene shortness, rising so high that it would have
made a miniskirt blush. Alessandra liked the idea of teasing men, liked
even the thought of seeing little virgin Sylvie provoke them. But SylvieÕs
parents granting permission to their plans, without knowing them exactly,
actually had the effect of making Alessandra more hesitant. Perhaps she
should just stay in New York and do her modeling. What was she thinking,
taking a 13-year-old to a school that specialized in sex? She knew the
curriculum would be daunting; girls were meant to be challenged there, to
be freed from whatever constraints they had acquired growing up. There
would be no respite once the proceedings began; even the breaks would be
designed to be erotic, to keep the girl on her toes and obedient. And there
would be no leaving, either, until a decent grade was obtained. A girl went
and graduated successfully; there was, unlike schools in the real world,
concentrating on less important things like reading and writing, no other
option. Miss Brookhaven had required an operation to put her back together
after delivering her first child. She was intent that no other woman
would ever have to go under the surgeonÕs knife that way, when a good
hard fucking would solve the problem.
ÒStand up. Your skirt is ready,Ó Claire said to Alessandra. She
didnÕt say Ôplease,Õ and Alessandra found herself strangely excited by the
way people were already reducing her to an obedient object. She stood,
she put on the skirt. Claire insisted on zipping it up for her.
ÒOh, Alessandra! I can see your panties!Ó Sylvie cried from the
platform, where she stood having her own skirt shortened.
ÒOf course, dear. ThatÕs the point,Ó Alessandra said to her niece.
ÒOh,Ó Sylvie said. Alessandra wondered what the girl had been
thinking about while she watched Alessandra getting her skirt shortened,
and now stood having the same done to her own.
ÒI thought we were supposed to ALMOST show our panties,Ó Sylvie
said.
ÒNo, dear. Your cunt must show, with only your pretty little panties
keeping the men from seeing it,Ó Jan said to the girl. She worked her
shears across the front of the girlÕs dress.
ÒWill they see my bottom too?Ó Sylvie asked, clapping her hands
suddenly to her behind.
ÒYes. Take your hands away. Your skirt must be even,Ó Jan said.
When Alessandra and SylvieÕs uniforms were prepared, they werenÕt
given the option of going back to AlessandraÕs apartment again. Instead a
limo was outside the shop, having arrived in the interim. The girls were
bundled into it by Jan, who got into it with them. Claire waved goodbye.
Despite AlessandraÕs protests Jan ordered the driver to go straight to the
school.
ÒWe will never get there if I allow you to keep thinking up reasons
to delay,Ó Jan told Alessandra.
ÒBut I havenÕt even brought my purse!Ó Alessandra said.
ÒMe neither!Ó Sylvie cried, though she had only a collection of
different types of bubblegum in her purse.
ÒDid you need your purses at the shop?Ó Jan asked.
ÒNo,Ó Alessandra said.
ÒFrom now on I, or those who are in charge of you, will handle
everything,Ó Jan said. ÒYou need nothing except yourself. Not even your
clothes, before long,Ó she giggled. Alessandra and Sylvie blushed.
ÒYou canÕt just take us. ItÕs kidnapping,Ó Alessandra said.
ÒYes! And IÕm just a child!Ó Sylvie said. Jan stifled a pretend yawn.
ÒPlease, donÕt bore me with this childish ranting,Ó she said. ÒYou
agreed to be interviewed. I explained everything. Modesty is, as I said,
desirable, but only if it doesnÕt interfere with your training.Ó
ÒThen we are going? Truly going?Ó Alessandra asked, looking out
the tinted windows of the limo at the New York streets, not to be seen
again for another two weeks.
ÒNobody would ever arrive if they were given every opportunity to
decide when to leave,Ó Jan said. She put her hand on AlessandraÕs. ÒThere
must always be a little surprise and force in any training. Surely youÕre
mature enough to understand that, my dear?Ó
ÒIÕm not. IÕm only 13,Ó Sylvie bleated, watching as her favorite
video game parlor slid by. ÒOh! ThereÕs Steve!Ó Sylvie cried. She pounded
her little fist on the carÕs window. But the boy did not see her, for the
glass of the limo was too dark, and the girlÕs fist was not strong enough
to make a significant sound, beating against the glass. Jan glanced past
SylvieÕs head and saw a sullen boy in torn jeans standing in the door of the
video shop. He was quite handsome, and from the way his crotch seemed
to bulge, as a particularly attractive woman walked by, she knew
immediately what must be on his mind. And she guessed Sylvie knew it
too.
ÒSylvie,Ó Jan said, addressing the girl as she continued to hold her
auntÕs hand. ÒTell me, what do you think Steve wants to do to you more
than anything else in the world? More even than playing video games with
you?Ó Sylvie slumped back in the limoÕs seat. She felt the leather
pressing against her back. It was new leather. She could smell it as she
felt it. It was smooth and well-polished and lustrous.
ÒHe wants to fuck me,Ó Sylvie admitted.
ÒYes,Ó Jan said. ÒAnd when you meet him again you will be able to
receive him as never before.Ó
The two girls became docile. Knowing their fate, locked in a limo
and unable to get out of it, they agreed at last to accept it. Jan smiled.
She held AlessandraÕs hand as they traveled. SylvieÕs aunt sat quietly, as
did Sylvie, watching out the limoÕs windows as they left New York behind.
When they were outside the city Jan told the girls to open their legs.
ÒYou will sit with your legs spread for the rest of the trip,Ó Jan
said.
ÒBut--Ó Sylvie cried. Then she blushed and opened her slim thighs,
seeing Alessandra obediently open her own.
ÒVery good. Now I want you both to make your panties wet, so when
the men and women of the school greet you they will not only see your
underwear, but, on closer inspection, will see that you have dampened it
with your arousal,Ó Jan said. Reluctantly Alessandra began to touch
herself, between her legs. Sylvie followed her example. Soon both young
women were sighing on the verge of bliss. Jan checked their panties with
her fingers and stopped them before they came. Shivering, the two young
women now sat in the limo with open legs, wishing they could finish
themselves.
ÒYou both look perfect,Ó Jan said. She smiled.
ÒI have to go to the bathroom,Ó Sylvie said, for it was becoming a
long drive.
ÒYou will be seen to when we arrive,Ó Jan replied.
By the time the limo arrived at the school the two young women had
to go to the bathroom quite badly. Even Jan had to go, though, accustomed
to the long ride, she restrained herself more easily. The driver got out
first. He came back and opened JanÕs door, and the girls scrambled out
behind the woman. Sylvie was of a mind to piss right there in the grass,
but there were workmen in the front yard of the school. Beyond lay the
ribbon of an interstate. Large trees along the road hid the passing cars, as
did a high stone wall. The hum of the endless stream of cars was sure to
overcome any sounds that managed to get past the walls of the school or
its surrounding wall or the trees.
ÒOh, I have to go!Ó Sylvie cried. Yet, seeing the men, who knelt near
the front door pulling out flowers, ready to plant a fresh crop in their
place, she endeavored to walk daintily, blushing all the while for no
matter how she walked her panties showed. She kept her hands by her
sides. It would have looked ridiculous for her to walk into the school
hiding her pussy and bottom with her hands. Her need prompted her to
want to clap both her hands to her cunt, to hold back her pee. But that
would have made her look utterly childish. With a tightened bottom and
puffed face, holding her breath as she walked, wiggling like a fish caught
on a hook, she advanced toward the schoolÕs door. It was a big heavy
wooden door and the men rose up to greet her. They were wearing
workmenÕs caps and they lifted them, tipping them to Sylvie as she
passed, seemingly oblivious to the display of her panties and the whorish
desperate way she was walking. Alessandra received the same treatment.
Her blush was perhaps fiercer than her nieceÕs for she was older, and felt
desperately immature as she longed to clamp both her hands over her cunt.
Oh, she had not expected to arrive at the school this way, longing to piss
like some little girl! Her bottom wobbled with urgent desire, her panties
stained and wet from JanÕs insistence that she masturbate in the limo.
Did the workmen think perhaps that the stain was because she had not
been able to hold back her bladder? Sylvie knocked loudly on the school
door, using a knocker shaped like a bell. A woman answered. She looked
about 35. She had a prominent bust and long dark hair. Her attire was
similar to what Jan had worn when she interviewed the girls. Jan herself
was now dressed in a black pantsuit.
ÒYour new pupils are here, Miss Brookhaven,Ó Jan said to the woman.
ÒWe have to go to the bathroom!Ó Sylvie blurted, her pantied ass
rolling to and fro in front of the workmen with complete abandon now, the
men still holding their hats aloft, replacing them on their heads slowly,
admiring the shape of the two new behinds who were about to be enrolled
in the school.
ÒOf course. You have had a long ride,Ó Miss Brookhaven said.
ÒRight away!Ó Sylvie blathered, as Miss Brookhaven stepped aside to
let Sylvie rush into the building.
ÒMy, such eager pupils,Ó Miss Brookhaven said, as Alessandra quickly
followed her niece indoors. Jan strode in behind them.
ÒIs all in readiness?Ó Jan asked.
ÒYes,Ó Miss Brookhaven said. ÒThis way, girls. You will be seen to in
the parlor.Ó
ÒOh, but we must go to the bathroom!Ó Sylvie said.
ÒIndeed you shall. In the parlor where it can be admired,Ó Miss
Brookhaven answered. To keep Sylvie from heading in a direction other
than the one she desired, Miss Brookhaven clasped the girl by her right
arm, under the elbow. Jan did the same for Alessandra, and together the
two women escorted the girls through a beautifully decorated living room
into a parlor.
Heads turned. Eyes gazed at the girls. Generously cushioned chairs
had been arranged in a semi-circle in the parlor. It was a room even more
luxurious than the living room, with leather books mounted on shelves, a
round cherry wood table for tea, a polished baby grand piano in one corner
of the room. Upon the half circle of chairs sat women of various ages, 20
to 45. They were being served liquor by a butler in a white jacket and
black pants. He was quite handsome, and utterly attentive to the women
he served, not even looking up at the girls, though the women did, a black
bow tie around his neck and an earnest look on his face. Without the
slightest word of introduction Alessandra and Sylvie were hurried through
the semi-circle of women, a space being left between the chairs for the
girls to pass through. Alessandra could feel eyes on her wriggling ass,
examining its pantied undercurve that her skirt didnÕt cover, sizing up the
perfection of her rounded cheeks. Sylvie could feel it too, though like
Alessandra she quickly had something much more awful to face.
In the middle of the parlor were two posts. To say that they looked
out of place in the room was an understatement. From the top of each post
hung iron manacles. Down the middle each post was split, leaving a space
between its halves, as if some wild lumberjack had been in the room.
Around each post was a tight wooden collar, with metal bolts in its sides
to allow the collar to be slipped up and down the post. The bolts, being
screwed tight into the wood, would hold the collar tightly in place. At the
front of each collar the wood bulged out, creating a kind of rounded shelf
for something to be rested against, though it wasnÕt flat and capable of
holding a drink. At the back of each collar a peg stuck out. It sloped
slightly upward and fit into a hole in the back of the collar, and could, if
one wished, be pushed out through a hole in the collarÕs front.
Alessandra blanched when she saw the posts. She already had to go
to the bathroom. Was she to be tortured as well? SylvieÕs knees
crumpled. But the girl was so light that Miss Brookhaven had no difficulty
in turning her round and setting her against one of the posts. Jan attended
to Alessandra, turning her so that she faced the semi-circle of women and
had her back to the other post.
Jan lifted AlessandraÕs arms. She buckled the 19-year-oldÕs wrists
into the iron manacles. Alessandra felt fur press warmly against her
wrists. She sighed, her hips wriggling as she strove not to wet her
panties. Whatever torture the woman had planned for her, at least her
wrists would not chafe against the iron restraints. She looked over at
Sylvie. The girl was staring up at her wrists as Miss Brookhaven yanked
them upward. Her breasts shook, barely contained in the knotted blouse
she wore, threatening to spill forth as Miss Brookhaven secured her hands.
When she was finished there was no longer any possibility of Sylvie
falling to the floor, no matter how frightened she was. She hung from the
iron cuffs like a pretty young animal strung up for slaughter.
ÒYou wonÕt be needing these anymore,Ó Miss Brookhaven said with a
husky laugh, reaching down to grab hold of SylvieÕs panties. A moment
later the girlÕs wet undies were all the way down her legs and off her
feet, leaving her standing awkwardly without panties in her white boots.
ÒEw, it seems youÕve wet them a little already,Ó Miss Brookhaven
said to Sylvie, examining the panties before passing them to a lady seated
in a chair. She sniffed them and passed them to the woman next to her.
SylvieÕs face turned red with embarrassment but Miss Brookhaven offered
her no relief. She upped the girlÕs too-short skirt and pulled pins from her
hair to secure it to the waistband of SylvieÕs skirt. With the girlÕs pussy
on view, she undid the knot that held her blouse closed. A moment later
SylvieÕs tits were revealed, wobbling with her need as she bit her lip and
tried not to pee in front of everyone. AlessandraÕs attention was diverted
from her niece when Jan did the same to her; stripping off her undies,
pinning up her skirt, and baring her breasts.
ÒRelax dear, bend your knees,Ó Jan said to Alessandra. The blonde
looked at the woman with large wondering eyes, holding her breath as she
strove not to embarrass herself in front of the women. When she allowed
her knees to bend, she felt her ass bump against the collarÕs protrusion at
the front of the post. As a result she offered her cunt, showing it to the
ladies present and wondering how on earth she was going to hold herself
in with her lips so prettily and conveniently displayed. Jan laughed. She
tickled Alessandra between her legs with her fingers. Her nails were
sharp. Sylvie let out a yelp as Miss Brookhaven did the same to her.
Alessandra gaped up at Jan, desperate not to pee. Suddenly Miss
Brookhaven cried out,
ÒOh! She is starting to pee! Somebody bring the bowls!Ó
Red-faced, Sylvie watched herself piss onto the floor. Her booted
legs were spread to support her weight, her cunt showed its lips as her
ass rested on the collarÕs protrusion. A woman stood up and rushed from
the room. A moment later she returned with a small china bowl and set it
down on the floor. A disagreeable look showed on her face, for Sylvie
could no longer control herself and was making a puddle on the parlor floor
even as the woman placed the bowl between her feet to catch her stream.
Beside Sylvie, her aunt gawked at her, feeling awful for her niece and yet,
at the same time, especially owing to JanÕs titillation, feeling the same
pressing need.
ÒOh, God!Ó Alessandra cried. For suddenly two men had come into the
room, and they were handsome in the extreme, even moreso than the
butler. Worse, unlike the dashing young butler, they were not ignoring
Alessandra or Sylvie. They looked straight at the girls, and as if to
emphasize their interest in them they were completely naked, their cocks
rigidly upstanding and their balls tight with need underneath. Along the
entire surface of each manÕs cock he had been greased; he was ready for
action, and Alessandra, whether she peed or not, was making an excellent
display of her pretty young cunt.
Jan turned and regarded the men, making sure they got a good look at
what was being offered by Alessandra even as she strove not to offer
more of herself.
ÒDarling. They wish to see you piss,Ó Jan said to Alessandra.
ÒNo! ItÕs crude,Ó Alessandra cried, turning her head again to look at
poor Sylvie pissing into the bowl. It was almost full. A moment later she
would overspill it and increase her embarrassment by enlarging the puddle
sheÕd already made.
ÒYou have come to be tested and trained,Ó Jan said to Alessandra.
Miss Brookhaven left Sylvie and went to the men. Elegant as ever,
she brushed back her long dark hair and regarded the men, particularly
their penises, as if welcoming them to tea, though with a husky laugh as
she looked at their dicks.
ÒOh! She is a virgin!Ó Alessandra cried, as SylvieÕs bowl overspilled
and she found herself once more puddling the floor.
ÒMore grease, then,Ó Miss Brookhaven said. She spoke to the butler.
He put down his tray of drinks and canapes on a table and went to a small
wooden countertop at the corner of the room. To AlessandraÕs surprise it
was a wet bar, the room seemed complete for every relaxation and sport
one might hope to enjoy. The butler returned not with more drinks, but
with a jar of vaseline in one hand a squirt bottle of oil in the other. He
handed the jar of vaseline to Miss Brookhaven. Gently she dipped her
fingers in it and then applied the grease to the man on the right. He was
younger than the man on the left, about 20, compared to the other man who
looked about 30. The young man flinched as Miss Brookhaven laved his
cock with the grease. She did it affectionately, not perhaps for the man
himself but certainly for his penis, which was large and as strainingly
erect as anything any young man had ever offered to a virgin. Sylvie
watched, gulped, and kept peeing, pissing out the last of herself. Suddenly
there was a shout from Jan and everyone looked, even Miss Brookhaven, at
Alessandra. She had begun to piss too, her hip wriggling display suddenly
sprouting a yellow fountain of urine. A woman hurried forward with
another bowl. She placed it between AlessandraÕs pretty white booted
feet. Alessandra tried to stop herself but there was just too much
wanting to come out. For a moment both young women tied to the posts
were pissing, in a kind of joint display. Then SylvieÕs stream lessened and
turned to droplets. Jan walked over to her, leaving Alessandra to
entertain the group with her piss, and tickled SylvieÕs cunt. The girl
squealed. Her hips waggled to and fro but she had nothing more to offer.
She was ready to fuck.
Miss Brookhaven finished greasing the young suitor intended for
Sylvie. When she had applied the second coat of vaseline, she exchanged
the vaseline jar with the butler for the squeeze bottle of oil. Smiling, she
now misted the young man with a coat of oil, to ensure that his cock was
as slick as it could be.
ÒShe will be very tight,Ó Miss Brookhaven said to the young man, as
his cock jerked with pleasure under the gently downfalling mist. It
speckled him with droplets of oil which slowly joined with one another as
more was added. Finally he was literally dripping, not only with pre-cum,
which had been drooling from him all along, staining Miss BrookhavenÕs
floor, but also with oil, which drenched his endowment. ÒHave you ever
had a virgin before?Ó Miss Brookhaven asked.
ÒNo,Ó the young man said. Miss Brookhaven passed her hand over his
cock, spreading the slick oil, enjoying a last feel of his hardness. The
young man bit his lip. He was dying to cum in her hand.
ÒFetch a ribbon for him. I want to bind his balls to make him last
longer,Ó Miss Brookhaven said to the butler. The dashing young man
nodded, as if having been requested to fetch a fine bottle of Ginlevit. He
went to the wet bar again and returned with two ribbons. They were
black.
ÒYes. That is best. One for each,Ó Miss Brookhaven said to the
butler. She took the first ribbon and reached inbetween the 20-year-oldÕs
legs. She bound his balls, where his testicles joined to his body. He
flinched under the newfound pressure; it held him in but the stroking of
Miss BrookhavenÕs fingers as she tied him made him want to shoot himself
all over the floor. When he was snugly restrained Miss Brookhaven took
the second ribbon from the butler. She went to the man who was 30, who
even now was staring at Alessandra as she pissed into the china bowl at
her feet. Miss Brookhaven tied the man off and then requested that the
butler give her the bottle of oil. He complied. She squirted the second
man all over his cock to ensure a quick entrance into Alessandra.
ÒBe ruthless,Ó Miss Brookhaven said to the two men. ÒStab them and
take them fully; go right up into their bellies. Give them a good long hard
fucking. Show them that you are masters of them and not little boys who
canÕt deliver.Ó She looked at the younger man as she said this last, for he
was trembling now, little Sylvie looked so pure and beautiful, and he
would have gladly grabbed his cock and jerked off to the sight of her. ÒGo
forward,Ó Miss Brookhaven said. The two men advanced. Their steps were
quick; their cocks trembled with need, so lengthily, did it seem, that they
had been delayed. Alessandra finished her pee, her bowl filling and
overspilling, adding to what sheÕd previously pissed out onto the floor.
Miss Brookhaven got behind the young man who faced Sylvie. She cupped
his excellent muffin-shaped cheeks with her hand, right in the middle,
where his butt crack split the glory of his white bottom. She urged him
forward. He leaned in on Sylvie and grabbed her breasts. The girl
shrieked.
ÒAh, we should have gagged them,Ó Miss Brookhaven said, but a
moment later the young manÕs mouth pressed itself to SylvieÕs and her
loud cries were muffled. His cock touched her cunt. Miss Brookhaven gave
a push against his ass and his cock head jerked forward twixt SylvieÕs
virgin lips.
Jan sidled round behind Alessandra as the 30-year-old engaged her.
He grabbed her sumptuous breasts. He kissed her as the young man was
kissing Sylvie. He pushed forward his cock, eagerly. He jabbed into
AlessandraÕs cunt and at that moment Jan ensured that Alessandra would
offer him no resistance at all. For at the back of the post, already covered
with a great deal of grease, was a wooden phallus shaped object. Jan now
adjusted its height, unscrewing the bolts on the side of the wooden collar
to lift it up the post a little. When she had, she pushed it forward. It
stabbed between the opening running down the middle of the post and
pressed directly up into AlessandraÕs bottom cheeks. The 19-year-old let
out a scream as she felt the wooden cock jab against her hiney hole.
ÒA direct hit!Ó Jan smiled, for bending down she saw that she had
pegged Alessandra squarely, as sheÕd hoped. She pushed a little more on
the peg. It surged forward, and with wooden firmness it forced the anal
ring of AlessandraÕs behind and pressed up into her colon.
ÒOh, God!Ó Alessandra cried, but her yell was muffled by the hard
impress of the man who was kissing her. Oblivious to how she was being
taken from behind, he thrust himself more fully into her. He felt the
gripping of her cunt on his cock but the ribbon around his balls kept him
from spilling himself in this tightness. He pushed harder. His cock head
went deeper up Alessandra, pressing its way toward her womb.
On the right, little Sylvie suddenly shouted as Miss Brookhaven did
to her what Jan had just done to her aunt. The wooden peg at the back of
her post was inserted into her bottom, jabbing its way into her tight
pressed cheeks and making itself painfully felt in her gut. At the same
time the young man who was kissing her was as ruthless as Miss
Brookhaven had bid him to be. After some moments hesitation he managed
to thrust himself into SylvieÕs virgin cunt, his nervousness mingling with
hers as he found her hymen and pushed hard against it. Several thrusts
were needed to force it. He paused once to lift his mouth from SylvieÕs
and draw a deep breath. Then a final push of his cock and he was in, urging
his way through the hymenal veil and feeling his cock wettened with
SylvieÕs blood. At the same time Miss Brookhaven gave Sylvie another
thrust from behind, stabbing deeper with the fake cock into her bottom.
The girl was trapped to and fro, as was her aunt. She could only hang from
the post and take what was coming to her.
Miss Brookhaven left the post in SylvieÕs bottom and went round to
the front of the post again. She got behind the young man and reached
between his legs. He was thrusting back and forth now, giving Sylvie the
full length of his cock and enjoying every cock-pounding second of it.
Gently Miss Brookhaven undid the ribbon around the manÕs balls. She
squeezed the fullness of him and, looking over his broad shoulders, she
caught sight of one of SylvieÕs eyes and smiled and said,
ÒMy, he has a lot for you.Ó Sylvie blanched, but she could do nothing.
Her wrists were bound, her mouth pressed to the mouth of the man fucking
her. His hands clutched her breasts as if grabbing a steering wheel of a
car. He urged back and forth in her with the quick thrusts one might
expect of a machine, a piston perhaps, jabbing with endless mechanical
promptness into a perfect tight little hole.
Jan got behind the 30-year-old doing Alessandra. Taking her cue
from Miss Brookhaven, she loosed the black ribbon around the manÕs balls.
She squeezed his testicles, urging him to offer their fullness to
AlessandraÕs womb. Both men had proved startling successes in the
fucking department. They had not cum to soon, and now Miss Brookhaven
and Jan would help them finish their course.
When it was over, the two men were withdrawn. They left the room,
leaving Alessandra and Sylvie hanging nakedly from the posts. The two
girlsÕ hips lolled forward as if wanting more, their bellies full but as flat
and delicious to look at as ever, their navels seeming to twinkle at the
assembled guests as their bodies gently heaved with their breathing.
ÒWould anyone care for a little natural cream with their tea?Ó Miss
Brookhaven asked the six women seated in a half circle around Alessandra
and Sylvie. Two of the younger women eagerly raised their hands. Miss
Brookhaven nodded. The two women rose from their seats. They walked
forward, one to Alessandra and the other to Sylvie. With help from Jan
and Miss Brookhaven they stripped off their clothes. They were lovely in
their nakedness, and they wasted no time in kneeling, oblivious to the
puddles of pee the two girls had made. They applied their mouths to the
cunts of Alessandra and Sylvie. First their breath tickled the two girlsÕ
muffs and then their tongues went to work, cleaning the sperm which
dripped from the two young women and making them scream.
ÒAh, it is such a pretty sight!Ó Miss Brookhaven sighed. She looked
at the two naked bottoms that the young women presented as they ate out
Alessandra and Sylvie. She asked the butler to take off his belt. He did.
He handed it to her and with a delighted look on her face she slashed it
across the bare ass of the woman eating Sylvie. The young woman cried
out but except for a brief lifting of her head she did not stop licking
Sylvie. Miss Brookhaven went to the woman on the left and gave her the
same. Then she told the butler to take off his pants. ÒYou will fuck both
their asses, if you can, as they eat our new guests,Ó Miss Brookhaven told
the young man.
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