Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in SINS OF THE FLESH 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. 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