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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
LUST’S LAIR
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Chapter Two
Poor Jill, already the smallest and youngest, was now made to
stand in a corner all by herself. The barn was large and brooding. Its
rafters were high, remote. A smell of hay hung on the air, as if they
were all just animals, no better than the horses, and quite possibly
worse.
Angela and Beth made no attempt to clean Jill. They walked
over to where she stood, bereft of Rob, her knees unsteady and quivering
from being so harshly fucked. A puddle of her pee lay on the
rubber-matted floor around and between her feet. She stood in it in her
high heels. They were open toed but the soles were just thick enough to
keep her toes from being wet by her pee. But her pee had splashed the
insides of her thighs as she wet herself. And Rob’s sperm bubbled from
her slit, running in globuled rivulets down the insides of her legs.
Angela and Beth took hold of Jill by her shoulders. Jill had
very narrow shoulders, small and quite frail looking. The women’s touch
on her shoulders made her shiver and her bosoms, still stiff-nippled
with desire and excitement, trembled on her chest. Her breasts were in
fact the only part of her that was large. All the rest of her body was
small and petite, or perhaps not quite full-grown yet, but her breasts
were big and balloon-like, gourd heavy, and they had been an
embarrassment to her from the day she’d begun growing them in the fifth
grade. She watched them bounce with her steps as she was pushed forward
by Angela and Beth.
“We’ll have to do something about those big wiggly boobs of
yours,” Angela purred maliciously. The dark-haired woman watched Jill’s
teats with cunning jealousy. She and Beth shoved Jill hard as they
walked. Jill stumbled in her heels and almost fell, which caused her
tits to jostle exceedingly.
Beth still held the penis whip.
“I’m going to discipline those boobs of yours,” Beth said
sweetly to Jill. As they continued to push her across the barn, past
all the awful farm machinery with the sparkling blades and the sex
devices, the two types of equipment looking remarkably similar in many
respects, and quite confusing to Jill, Beth struck her tits. The little
whip that had flogged Jill’s lover, castigating his balls, now slashed
across her breasts.
“Oh! Don’t!” Jill cried. Tears welled up in her eyes almost
instantly as the penis whip landed across her bouncy teats. Beth and
Angela laughed. Red streaks appeared across the white flesh of Jill’s
precious bosoms, the breasts she was so embarrassed about and yet so
proud of. The elbow restraint they’d fitted her into, the gear belt
with its cuffs, held her arms straight down by her sides. It even bent
her back a little, so that she was forced to display her breasts proudly
even as Beth sliced into them with the whip.
“YNNNNNNGH!” Jill shouted as a stroke landed right across one
of her uprisen nipples. The blow caused her to shake her bosoms
lustily. She felt like a cat plunged into water, trying to shake it
off. She gazed down at the bare dainty tip as soon as she’d finished
screaming. She was scared they’d whipped it off somehow. It burned
exceedingly from the blow.
They pushed her again. She would have fallen this time but
Angela, reaching forward at the last minute and cursing her, caught her
by her hair. As soon as she’d regained her balance Beth struck her
again with the whip. She aimed for Jill’s other exposed teat, the very
tip, and Jill screamed as the whip connected.
Both Jill’s perfect nipples now burned from the wicked little
lash and she threw her head back, shaking her bosoms as hard as she
could, and cried out a sobbing, woeful moan. Angela palmed her bottom
as she cried aloft to the rafters and she knew it would be next.
They pushed her forward again. Stumbling, Jill bounced off the
edge of a big piece of farm machinery.
“Owwww!” she cried as her hip was bruised by it.
“Oh, poor dear! Now look what you’ve done!” Beth scolded
Angela. She dropped at once to her knees and placed her fingers upon
the bruise and rubbed it gently. Angela, though less concerned for
Jill’s welfare, ceased shoving and pushing her. Beth kissed the bruise
on Jill’s hip. Her lipstick left a mark upon it. She rose and kissed
Jill’s cheek.
“Come, dear, you are too fragile,” Angela said to Jill. She
pushed her forward again, more gently. As Jill was urged forward she
managed to turn and glance back at her boyfriend. He was being untied
by Rob, but despite her screams he seemed utterly unaware of her
plight. Instead, as Rob leaned over him to undo him, he joked with the
man. He seemed mesmerized by Rob’s pants and Rob seemed equally
interested in Dave’s ordeal upon the horse. They both sported
lengthening penises. They looked excited by the closeness of their
bodies and their genitals. Rob’s cock brushed Dave’s and the two of
them shared a mutual shudder. Carefully Rob altered his stance so as
not to bump his genitals against Dave’s again. Yet the work was
intimate and he was forced to lean over the other man and breathe down
upon him. Constantly he had to remember where his penis was, and it was
so big, like a sausage, that it seemed to have an independent mind of
its own. Dave shifted his hips on the cushion as best he could to keep
his own stiffening cock out of the way of Rob’s. As Jill watched
through tear-stained eyes their cocks, despite their best intentions,
banged together again. The men laughed lamely but then shared a glance
that seemed full of potential. It was not a potential that included
her.
“Hurry dear. You are too pokey,” Angela said, not wanting to
shove Jill again, for fear of hurting her, but nonetheless giving her an
insistent forward push. Jill’s eyes were torn away from her boyfriend
and she was forced to look ahead of herself once more to keep from
stumbling. Beth brought the whip down again on her bosoms. She might
be solicitious of unplanned bruises and bumps but she had no intention
of letting Jill’s sexual parts be spared. Jill howled as the crop bit
into her fleshy cones.
“Ohhhh! It hurts!” Jill pleaded.
“Such sexy little boobs,” Beth replied, and hit her again,
harder, watching wide-eyed as the tiny crop smacked Jill hard. It left
red streaks across her bouncy white flesh. They looked like tracks made
in the snow by a bleeding animal.
As the women shoved Jill forward, delighting in her wiggles as
she suffered under their blows, their own bare asses rolled
salaciously. They were both hungry for love. Angela’s slit leather
dress flipped jauntily against her bare bottom. Between its open halves
her crack could be seen. It was warm and inviting. Below the lowermost
cheeks of her bottom, seen through her slit dress, was a small tuft of
pubic hair, lining her wet lips. Across from Jill, Beth’s every step
contained a waggle of desperation. She’d spent all afternoon riding
with Rob, her steed galloping powerfully beneath her. They’d necked in
the woods and she’d seen him fuck Jill and she herself had whipped
Dave’s cock until he’d spurted onto her tummy. Now her need was intense
and she could barely contain her emotions as she flicked the penis whip
down upon Jill’s poor teats. She realized she was hitting the girl’s
breasts harder than she wished, causing her excessive pain, but she
couldn’t help herself. With a glance at Angela she slipped a hand
between her legs. She rubbed her pussy, hoping to give it a little
relief. It only enflamed her more. Her fingers were just that, her
own, and slender and delicate, when what she wanted was a big meaty
penis.
“OWOOOOOO!” Poor Jill howled as the crop caught one of her
nipples again. She shrieked but nobody paid attention. Only the horse
looked over, the horse next to the corner which she was now shoved
into. Rudely her breasts, with their sensitive nipples, bumped against
the rough-hewn wood. She glanced down at her breasts with deep
anxiety. Had she caught splinters in her nipples? She howled again,
throwing her head back. The horse whinnied sympathetically.
“Strap her in,” Angela commanded Beth. The two of them bent
and grabbed Jill’s bare legs. They pulled her knees apart, roughly, not
minding her pleas. The wall formed a vee, as this was a corner, and
they latched her knees into rings set apart from each other on the two
joined walls of the barn. The effect was to force Jill to squat, not in
a deep bend but in a partial, standing squat, with her knees drawn far
apart and latched to the barn walls. She looked as if she was squatting
to pee, a camper in the forest intent on relieving herself in the
bushes. Beside her the elbow restraint kept her arms firmly beside her
hips. She couldn’t bring her hands round in front of her or reach back
to defend her bottom.
“Did you know that when you are hanged the first thing that
happens is that you defecate and release your bladder?” Angela asked
Jill conversationally. The remark made Jill so frightened she couldn’t
even scream. Breathless, she watched as Angela brought a collar to her
neck and buckled it. It was a big chevron collar and it lifted up
Jill’s chin so that she couldn’t look down at her bosoms. She could
barely move her head at all. Next Angela put a bar between the front of
Jill’s collar and the corner where the two walls of the barn met. It
was a short bar, no more than a foot long, and Jill snapped it into
place so that it stuck straight out from the corner and held Jill fixed
in place.
Jill gasped at her posture. She was half standing, half
squatting. Her elbows were fixed to her waist. Her throat was bound in
a collar that kept her chin up. Her neck was bound to the wall by a
short metal bar.
Jill wept mournfully. Her titties stung from the whip. Her
legs were slathered with Rob’s semen and her own pee stained the insides
of her thighs. Behind her, she felt her bottom all bare and exposed in
the cool air of the barn. She squeezed her ass cheeks and knew they
would be the next to suffer. It was indeed rough sex, and she wished
dearly she were back at home with her mom and going to school like she
was supposed to, instead of dating older men.
Now the moment of truth had come. All her mother’s warnings
had been borne out, she realized, and she should never have talked to
strangers or let nice men give her rides home from school. Oprah
Winfrey had been right. Big older men like Dave needed more than just a
kiss and a pet. Jill shivered and howled again for her lover but he was
nowhere to be seen. Least of all when one was faced into a corner.
“We’re going to gag you for your first whipping,” Beth told
Jill quietly. Without waiting for Jill’s response, even for some little
hint of permission, Beth placed a gag over Jill’s mouth. It was a soft
canvas gag but she wedged it into Jill’s mouth so that it pushed her
tongue way back and filled her mouth. When Beth had tied the gag behind
Jill’s head she placed a finger under Jill’s nose to make sure she could
still breathe. “There. That should keep you quiet,” Beth grinned.
Jill’s cunny felt open and awake. She had just finished
receiving Rob but already she could feel the emptiness between her legs,
the utter vulnerability of her slit, and she wished her lover would
rescue her and feed his length into her womb. Instead she heard Angela
drawing a slithering strap across her palm.
“I’m going to hit you as hard as I can,” Angela said to Jill.
“It’s a broad strap. It isn’t thin, that would be too cruel for a
novice like yourself. But since it’s broad I do need to give it a
hearty swing so it really makes contact and leaves something behind for
you to contemplate. Beth, she’ll sting more if she’s wet. Wash down
her bottom. Don’t worry about cleaning her thighs. We can do that
later. Just get some water, over there, the fresh water the servant
left for the horse to drink, and wet her behind down for me.”
“Okay,” Beth said. Walking loosely, with a sensuous gait borne
of her rising desires, Beth flounced over to the horse’s bucket. The
horse had just put his big head down to drink from it. Cautiously she
urged his head up and stole the bucket out from under him. She spied a
sponge lying in the hay, used to wash him, and she picked it up.
As Jill wiggled her bottom, trying to escape, Beth knelt down
behind her with the bucket and sponge. She wet the sponge and then
laved it across the jutting spheres of Jill’s bottom. Jill tried to
protest but the gag blocked all sound. Only a few desperate puffs of
breath could be heard exhaling in protest from her pug nose. Beth
kissed Jill’s bottom when she had wet it. Then, rising, her own heavy
breasts swinging beneath her as she lifted up the bucket, she stepped
back.
Angela sized up the target before her. It was female, the
bottom round and alluring and much too wiggly, in her opinion, for a
girl who was already 17 and on the brink of womanhood. Jill’s back was
straight, curved back a little by her elbow restraints. Her hair hung
down her back and whisked from side to side as she twisted her head and
her hips and tried to escape her bonds.
“Put up her hair. She has a lovely back,” Angela told Beth.
The woman, who was blonde like Jill but older, stepped forward again and
did up Jill’s hair. She plucked from her own loosely pinned-up hair
several hairpins. She put them into Jill’s hair to keep it aloft. When
she stepped back, Jill’s slim straight back offered itself. Every rib
could be seen on the slim girl’s back, and beneath her back orbed her
bottom, white and unmarked. Her legs, bare as the rest of her, quivered
beneath her.
“She has only ever been spanked. By her boyfriend’s hand,”
Angela said to Beth.
“How delicious,” Beth smiled.
There was loose hay on the floor in this part of the barn.
Angela let her belt dip in it and stir it. The floor was dirt. The
rubber-matted portion ended some feet behind them. Angela lifted the
belt tip out of the dirt. She drew her arm back in a broad looping
stroke and then let it fly forward.
SLAP! The belt made contact with Jill’s bare seat. Jill’s
neck strained in her collar and her bottom retracted under the blow,
then arched out again in a rebound. A silent scream could be seen
trying to break from her. Jill’s ribs rose gasping and then fell
again. Where the belt had struck her a broad red mark cut across her
bottom.
Angela let Jill savor the sting. There was no hurry. They
could play all night if they wished, and all day. They could unfasten
Jill’s gag and feed her in place if they wished, never letting her go.
She could eat and pee just as she was. The strap would keep her
exercised. She could sleep in her bonds, standing up.
Angela glanced at Beth. Guiltily the woman had put a finger to
her slit and begun massaging herself. Angela smiled. She might have
punished Beth for that, but instead she put a finger to her own cleft
and began to pleasure herself. Together they watched Jill’s ass as
Angela drew back her belt and struck Jill again.
Meanwhile, Rob had managed to free Dave from the horse. With
idle concern he watched as Dave got up, swinging his legs down off the
horse, his penis stiff and his balls jostling beneath him.
“How’s it feel to be off that insidious bar?” Rob asked Dave.
He’d ridden the horse once, earlier in the month. Angela had used it to
break him in before a night spent serving both herself and Beth.
“It’s tough,” Dave admitted. He reached down between his legs
and gingerly rubbed his balls. “I’ll survive, though.”
“You’d better. Angela has big plans for your gonads, I can
assure you.”
“I’m sure she does,” Dave replied. “How’s your dick feel after
being jammed up inside my little whore’s twat?”
“She is some package of T&A,” Rob grinned. “Where did you find
her?”
“At a high school, where else?”
“So, you just drove up and stole her, or what?” Rob felt his
penis stiffening even as he spoke of the girl.
“I asked her if she wanted to see the world. ...And my cock,
of course.”
“Yeah. Well, now she’s seen mine too,” Rob answered.
“She’ll probably see a lot before she’s through. I love her to
death but she’s so, you know, whiney. You know how young girls are.
She always needs to be pleased. Everything is ‘oh so and so,’ ‘this and
that.’ And she’s not quite sure. Except, of course, when she is. Then
she’s quite demanding. I always have to buy her stuff and she’s always
delighted, of course, for five minutes, and then she wants more.”
“So what do you buy her, toys and lollipops?” Rob asked.
“No,” Dave answered. He was trying to have an intelligent
conversation about the pitfalls of young girls but the other man only
made jokes.
“Well, they’re keeping her quiet, over there in the corner,”
Rob said.
Both men felt like they were in a locker room. They were
mostly naked, Rob wearing an incongrous leather cape and pants, plus
boots, Dave naked, having taken his shoes off to get his feet into the
‘horse’s’ stirrups.
“You want a beer? You look like you could use a beer,” Rob
offered.
“Okay, yeah, that would be great,” Dave replied. Rob let him
walk ahead of him, toward the back of the barn. It was a small,
accidental thing, but Dave felt strangely naked and possessed walking
through the farm equipment ahead of Rob. He was aware of the nudity of
his ass and he could feel it grinding absently behind him as he walked.
He felt exposed, yet he’d been bare with other men before, and he
certainly wasn’t gay. Yet with Rob behind him, wearing those unusual
pants that framed and proffered his penis, Dave felt inferior. It
wasn’t a threatening feeling, just a feeling of being in the presence of
a more dominant male, a man dressed in black with a black cape. Rob was
beefy and Dave guessed Rob might be able to best him in a struggle. But
he didn’t want to struggle against Rob, somehow. He reached back and
brushed his hands against his bare ass and told himself he’d done it to
avoid some equipment he had to pass between, to keep his arms from
banging against it, but when Rob, who was bigger, passed between the
equipment after him Rob didn’t need to pull back his arms to fit
through.
The men reached the dressing room area. There was a soft
upholstered chair, only one, and there was a bale of hay. Rob motioned
for Dave to have the chair. Dave considered a moment, wishing to show
his refusal by taking the bale of hay instead, but then decided Rob had
the pants and he didn’t, and the hay looked prickly, so he sat down on
the chair. Of course after he sat down on the chair he remembered,
looking at Rob from behind, that Rob had no seat in his pants.
Rob popped open two beers and brought them over to where Dave
was sitting.
“Did your girlfriend ever pour cold beer on your dick?” Rob
asked Dave.
“Huh? No,” Dave replied, but as he looked up Rob doused his
big meaty penis with beer.
“Yeeow! That’s cold,” Dave shouted. Then, with Rob laughing,
standing over him, he was forced to laugh himself. He felt nervous and
unsure and watched as Rob gave him another shot of beer, pouring it over
his stiff cock and letting it run down below to bathe and drip off his
balls.
“That should soothe you a little after your horse ride,” Rob
said. Quite casually he added, “Have you ever been buggered?”
“Huh? No,” Dave answered. Rob passed him the beer that he’d
used to wet his penis with. Dave accepted it and drank somewhat
self-consciously from it.
“Angela says before I leave here I’ve got to fuck someone up
the ass,” Rob said. “I mean, it’s not like, you know...” his voice
trailed off. “I just noticed that if I had to fuck an ass, it might be
yours I’d prefer.”
“Well, thanks,” Dave said sardonically. He finished off his
beer.
“Want another?” Rob asked.
“Not if it winds up on my dick.”
“Tell me it didn’t feel good to have some good old fashioned
Heiniken poured over your balls after sitting on top of that horse.”
“Okay, it felt good, but I still didn’t like it,” Dave replied.
“So, you have a drippy dick now, is that it?”
“No,” Dave answered.
Rob got them both more beer and even opened Dave’s can for him
but he didn’t pour any more beer on his upstanding penis. He sat down
on the matted floor and the two men gazed absently at each other’s
penises.
“I think yours is thicker than mine,” Dave said.
“Well yours is longer, I think,” Rob replied. He was sitting
in such a way that he was given an unrestriced view up within Dave’s
open legs. Dave didn’t bother to close his legs. To do so might have
seemed feminine.
Jill, meanwhile, was suffering her torment without the benefit
of her lover, or any man, observing it. She could only twist her head a
little to see out of the corner of her eyes, but it became obvious, from
only the female sounds she heard behind her, that she was utterly alone
with only two women to help her. And one of them kept hitting her with
a belt.
Oh, where was her lover? Jill asked herself. The belt slammed
into her bottom again and she leapt as best she could, but the knee
restraints kept her wide open and securely fixed to the floor. She
tossed back her head but could hear nothing issuing from her throat.
She screamed but the air was silent.
The belt hurt! Each swathing stroke of it across her sent
spasms of pain deep into her soft tender heiney. She felt like she had
a sun-ripened peach for a bottom that had spent too much time out in the
blazing orchard. Above her back quavered, fearing a similar treatment,
while her thighs, bent underneath her, could just as easily fall
victim. Yet the belt remained on her fanny, which spared the rest of
her but made her butt hurt all the worse.
As if the belt on her bottom were not enough, Jill’s tits still
stung remorsefully from the misapplied penis whip. Her nipples burned,
yet they remained resolutely stiff, as if inviting kisses and suckling.
Her breasts were crisscrossed with hot red marks. Her tummy heaved
below, in and out, first a concave hollow and then a bulging little
mound. Jill worried that she was pregnant with Rob’s seed. And between
her legs, still sore from being fucked, she wished to have another; her
lover, this time, or even one of those rough men she’d passed on her way
to the barn. Perhaps they would come in and feed her and take care of
her, like they did for the horses. She would ask them to ride her.
“Oh! Don’t be cruel to her,” Beth begged. A particularly
wicked stroke sliced into Jill’s bottom and made her head fling back and
her ass gyrate ridiculously. Even as she spoke, though, Beth rubbed her
own slit all the harder, watching. Angela palmed her cunny and
considered the damage. Jill was quite red in back. She would be sore
for at least a day, if not more. She longed to torture her all night
but she didn’t want to frighten the girl into leaving. A determined
girl and her lover might slip away, whatever Angela’s precautions.
“Alright,” Angela sighed. She gave Jill one final smack,
especially hard, to leave the girl with something to remember her by.
With frustration she massaged her cunt as she watched Jill dance with
renewed energy. How she would love to harness that girl’s liveliness
and put it to work quenching her ardor! She motioned to Beth to free
Jill. Beth rushed up to Jill and kissed the girl repeatedly on her face
and then untied her gag.
“What if you tear my rectal tissue?” Dave asked.
“Don’t worry, I won’t,” Rob replied. He prodded Dave’s bottom
with his cockhead. “Spread yourself for me,” he ordered. Dave, wincing
a little at the contact, threw his face and shoulders onto the floor and
reached back and spread his ass with both hands. The two men were
kneeling on the black-matted floor, Rob behind Dave, Rob upright on his
knees and Dave well-bent to allow the other man entry into his butt.
Jill shrieked at the sight. Together with Beth and Angela,
holding her poor swollen bottom as she walked, she’d threaded her way
back to the dressing room in search of the men. She herself was an anal
virgin, and pledged she’d never allow anyone to pop her cherry. Yet
here was her boyfriend, about to lose his own anal virginity!
“Ow!” Dave groaned.
“Quiet. It’s obviously going to hurt a little,” Rob said. He
thrust his cock, gleaming with vaseline, into Dave’s butt. Dave rocked
forward and Rob had to catch his hips and pull him back onto his
erection.
“Man, I don’t like this!”
“It has to be done. You have to be buggered and I have to
bugger someone,” Rob said.
“Well let me do the buggering then!” Dave answered. Then he
gave a deep moan as Rob’s cock wedged more fully into him, the head
splitting his anal ring wide and sliding up inside Dave’s hole.
“You’ve got to be both buggerer and buggeree, so don’t
complain,” Rob said. “I’m doing this as gently as I can.”
“No yo0’re not!” Dave howled. Rob shoved himself hard and
Dave’s eyes popped wide as he felt himself impaled on his friend’s cock.
“Oh, stop them! Please!!!” Jill cried.
“Yes, my dear, and you’ll lose your anal cherry too,” Angela
smiled at Jill.
“Oh, I can’t! I mustn’t!” Jill pleaded. But Beth slipped
round behind her and, with Jill’s eyes fixed on her boyfriend, she began
to pry her fingers into Jill’s bottom.
Jill no longer wore the elbow restraints, just the gear belt.
It was useful to catch hold of her when she tried to squirm away, as she
did now. Beth hooked a finger into the back of the girl’s belt. She
pulled Jill rudely back and then began enquiring again between her
cheeks with her free hand. Although Jill cried for her to stop, she did
not interfere. She kept her hands firmly planted over her bottomcheeks,
as if protecting them, yet she left Beth to work her way between the
cheeks, where the true treasure lay. In front of Jill Angela held her
by her collar and kissed her face. Angela’s fingers slipped between
Jill’s legs and toyed inside her sex.
Jill’s gasps increased. She puffed with pleasure as she was
invaded everywhere, Angela’s tongue in her mouth, her finger’s in her
snatch, and Beth, behind her, exploring in her virgin bottom.
Meanwhile, the cries of her lover assailed her ears as he was fucked by
Rob.
“Where shall we put her?” Beth asked. She’d managed to get a
finger up inside Jill and she could feel the girl, though tightening
herself, was ready.
“The floor will have to do,” Angela said. She drew Jill down
by her hair and pushed the girl onto the floor. “Hold her while I get a
cock,” she said.
Though the two men both sported penises beside them, they were
engaged, and so Angela got herself a strap-on dildo from the wall to
fuck Jill with. Beth held the girl down with a knee in her back. Jill
kept her hands protectively over her bottom, lying face down on the
floor, but she did not cover the most essential part, the furrow
between. Nonetheless her cheeks squeezed tightly to make her buttcrack
as small and inconspicuous as possible.
Angela fitted herself with a strap on dildo and Beth had to
rise up to help her. Yet Jill did not move. She remained on the floor,
whimpering a little. She watched her lover, beside her, as he himself
received a cock in his ass. Then, firmly ensconsed in a cock-halter,
Angela knelt down behind Jill and bade the girl rise and offer her
bottom.
Awkwardly, trying to protect her nether cheeks with her hands
and yet also obeying, Jill got to her knees. Beth fetched a small
cushion and put it under Jill’s face. Jill wept remorsefully into the
cushion as she felt Angela lift her hands off her tushy.
“Oh! We forgot the vaseline!” Beth said. She rose up and
dashed to a shelf along the wall and returned with a big jar. She knelt
down beside Angela. As Jill waited, patiently, balling her fists beside
the childish cheeks of her face, Beth lubed up Angela’s fake phallus.
“Now, little one, you’re going to get quite a treat up your
ass,” Angela laughed when the cock was finally ready. Beside her Rob
reamed Dave’s ass. The man had exceptional stamina and both Angela and
Beth cast a wistful glance at him, wishing he’d saved himself for them.
“It’s best they learn all aspects of loving,” Angela said to
Beth.
“Yes. It will help them love us better,” Beth replied.
Beth’s hands parted Jill’s twin nether cheeks. Jill could feel
a cool brisk passing of air wash over her where ususally she was
comfortably closed.
“There. There it is,” Beth said, and managed to poke a finger
right against Jill’s anus while still holding her wide apart.
“I can see it. It’s not so small I can’t see it,” Angela
laughed.
“Well she is quite small and tight,” Beth warned. “I could
just get my finger in her.”
“I’ll manage, I think,” Angela said.
Jill hooted loudly as Angela prodded within her cheeks. The
touch of the vaselined cockhead was cold and slimy. Angela gave a
little shove with her hips and tested the resistance of Jill’s anal
ring.
“God, she is tight,” Angela remarked.
“A virgin,” Beth grinned, adding a little grunt as she held
Jill’s cheeks open and Angela gave another shove with her hips.
“Oh God no please!!!” Jill cried, but it was quite futile, as
one stab led to another and then, her anal ring giving a little, a
deeper penetration ensued. Beside her Rob continued to shaft within
Dave, the two of them rocking in unison. Helpfully Rob, feeling his own
cum about to burst forth, reached around and gripped hold of Dave to
jack him to an ejaculation of his own.
“In, dammit!” Angela grunted. She shoved her hips forward to a
pleading refusing cry from Jill. The dildo began to make headway in the
girl’s ass.
“It’s going too far up!” Jill shouted. Beth laughed. She kept
Jill’s cheeks wide apart. The girl’s hind cheeks flexed in her hands,
trying to escape.
“You’re making my fingers tired,” Beth said to Jill. She
wished the girl would be less exciteable. Jill rotated her round cheeks
and huffed and puffed and shouted again that she’d taken more than she
could of the dildo.
“You can take more than two inches, dear,” Angela said dryly.
She gave another push with her hips and smiled. Her pokings were
driving deeper and deeper now. “Keep her wide open,” she warned Beth.
“My hands are getting tired!” Beth complained.
“In and out now, dearest,” Angela warned Jill. Having gone up
as far as she dared in such a young, inexperienced girl, she now began
to draw back. Jill uttered a giant sigh of relief. Then, nearly losing
the head of the phallus, but keeping it still just within her, Angela
rocked forward again.
It was a deep long fuck and Jill howled in protest as she felt
the lubed shaft rise up inside her. Beside her, more mature and
cooperative, but just as stuffed, her boyfriend felt a hot flood of jism
enter his bowels. He shouted as Rob began jacking his cock, forcing an
emission from his own penis even as his bowels received one.
The men huffed and puffed in their pleasure, oblivious to poor
Jill. Angela began to shaft her with regular, even strokes, each a
little more desperate than the last, for Angela could hardly stand to
have the cock-harness on. As men groaned out their pleasure she was
unable to even touch herself. The harness passed between her legs,
acting as a kind of chastity belt. Beth, beside her, had to keep both
hands on Jill’s bottom to keep her receptive. Beth’s hips gyrated
madly, desperate at the sound of the orgasming men, but receiving
nothing between her own legs save the cool nighttime air.
“Ooooweeee! Take it out!” Jill begged.
“Oh, for God’s sake shut up!” Angela cried. She lunged at
Jill’s bottom, splitting it anew with her indriving dildo. How she
wished she were in Jill’s place! Instead she was forced to be the male,
while two men beside her played games with themselves. Beth shared her
madness. The blonde tossed back her head and pinched Jill’s hot
bottom. She rocked her bare hips back and forth, wishing for pleasure,
watching as Angela’s hips rocked to bugger Jill.
“Play with yourself, silly!” Beth said to Jill. How stupid of
the girl to keep her fists balled by her face. At Beth’s insistence,
Jill reached back underneath herself and tentatively touched her pussy.
Finding she liked it, she began to masturbate herself even as she
continued to beg for Angela to quit buggering her ass.
“Oooh! Oooch! Ooooh!” Jill cried in explosive little gasps.
Beth pinched her bottom and spread her rubbery cheeks as wide as she
could. Angela rammed her with the dildo, like a man, but with female
grace and female wickedness. She pinched Jill’s thighs and rammed the
girl hard to make up for her own deprivation.
At last, her lover spent and lying beside her with Rob still
inside him, his dick slowly shrinking, Jill came. She burst explosively
over her fingers and shuddered on the long shaft that buggered her ass.
She felt like a spitted pig. She needed only an apple between her teeth
to make her complete. When her cries of pleasure finally subsided
Angela withdrew. The woman ripped off the cock harness, Beth helpfully
kneeling between her legs to help her. Then the two of them tumbled
into each other’s arms on the floor. For a few desperate moments they
kissed. Then Angela rolled Beth beneath her and turned around so they
could engage in a 69. With Jill watching, spent on the floor, and Dave
and Rob relaxing, Rob only now withdrawing himself from Dave’s butt,
Angela and Beth licked each other’s muffs to a shattering climax.
Jill expected the party to be over then. Rob and Dave seemed
eager to see it called to a close, both of them having cum twice.
Angela and Beth had found satisfaction, albeit belatedly, and with each
other, but nonetheless attaining their climaxes. Jill herself had cum
over her own fingers, in front of her boyfriend, and in the arms of
Rob. The five of them lay sprawled on the floor, feeling the warmth of
their bodies and the agreeable satiation that settled over them. Jill
tossed her head and felt her hiney-hole and smiled at Rob. He grinned
at her. She looked at Dave and, when he smiled at her, she blew him a
kiss. Then she closed her eyes and waited for someone to scoop her up
and carry her to bed.
But Angela had higher expectations. She got up and went to the
wall and fetched a bullwhip. Jill heard Beth gasp and opened her eyes.
She stared with fright as Angela strode back over to them, whisking the
long whip along the floor and snapping it at them.
“I want both you men to rise to the occasion one more time,”
she smiled wickedly.
“Angela,” Rob whined. Dave just stared at the whip.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you both get it up again,” she said.
“I’m going to whip you into shape!” Beth, perhaps to avoid being struck
by the whip, for it dangled close to where she was lying, got up. She
went to the dressing room and returned with a stylish policeman’s cap.
She gave it to Angela.
“Why thank you, Beth,” Angela nodded, placing the cap on her
head. Beth helped her ajust it to a cocky angle. It was too big for
her and it made her look childish, but the men were entranced. Quietly
Jill got up and slipped back behind Angela so she could stay clear of
the whip.
“Men, I’m going to ask you to cooperate,” Angela said. “I
promise you this whipping will make you both hard again. Beth and Jill
will tie you up, so I can begin. I wouldn’t want you to change your
minds halfway through,” she smiled.
Jill hated to see her lover whipped and yet the thought of it
entranced her. At Angela’s command she leapt to her lover’s side and
helped pull him up off the floor. He rose desultorily, his cock hanging
down exhausted, his butt aching from being fucked. Beth dashed to Rob’s
side to help him up and take him to a whipping post to be whipped. She
eyed his cock gaily. At the moment it was shriveled and exhausted, but
her eyes gleamed with hope that the whip would stiffen it.
“Neither to her own lover,” Angela said. At Angela’s
insistence the girls switched places. Then she pointed out the places
where the men were to be tied. There were two horse stalls, empty, with
fresh hay lining the dirt floor and a bucket in each for washing. Jill
led Rob to his stall and Beth led Dave. They both got the men to spread
their arms and legs and the girls stood on tiptoe to lock the men into
shackles hung from the wall.
At last the men were prepared. They glanced at each other.
Both of them were in a separate stall, but with only a thin railing
between them. They both faced a timbered wall, their cocks almost
touching it. They had to arch their hips back to keep their penises
from bumping the wall. Angela permitted a towel to be hung in front of
each, on the wall, to save their peeslits from getting splinters in
them.
“No cumming in the towel, men,” Angela warned. Dave felt his
cockhead push into the soft towel Beth had hung for him. He wished he
could rub himself against the towel. Despite Angela’s warning, despite
his posture, with his arms wide and his feet wide, his balls hanging
utterly naked between his legs, he arched his hips forward and rubbed
his cock against the towel.
“I said no cumming in the towel!” Angela screeched. Dave
yelped painfully as the bullwhip struck his behind. He rubbed himself
all the more, eager to feel the soft fleecy towel against his cock.
“Dave! Behave!” Jill cried. Her hands pressed to her face as
she watched him disobediently try to masturbate his loins against the
towel. Angela, who could have ordered the towel taken down, as a cruel
master surely would have, contented herself with flaying his butt. As
Dave rubbed his ever-increasing length lustily upon the towel, he howled
at the strong flaying strokes laid in on his butt. He felt like a lad
in Singapore, but he couldn’t stop himself, so eager was he suddenly to
spend again.
Rob, his own cock lengthening, watched Dave’s torture.
Surreptitiously he stroked the towel with his own cock. It was
difficult, for the towel was vertical while his own cock stuck out in a
more or less horizontal position, angling up toward his belly. But even
the slightest rubbing of the underside of his cockhead against the towel
gave him relief. Beth spotted what he was doing and reported him to
Angela. She left off whipping Dave to give him his due.
With smarting bottoms, both men spent into their towels what
Angela had hoped to awaken in them for herself. As a result, she
proceeded to whip them until they awakened still again. With a wet spot
on the towel in front of each man reminding him of his disobedience, she
flayed his bare bottom until he sported a new erection. Then, with Jill
and Beth, happily cooperating, the men were unfastened. They were
spread out on the floor and Angela mounted one while Beth, beside her,
mounted the other. Jill was put over Rob’s mouth. Together all five
played until dawn.
As the sun broke through the trees the doors to the barn
opened. The workmen, hauling stone across the grass to repair a well,
looked up. From the barn emerged five exhausted figures. They had no
clothes on and seemed too dazed to feel much in the way of
embarrassment. Jill walked with her hand over her pussy until she’d
passed the workmen. Then she clapped both her hands to her bottom to
keep their eyes from watching her ass. But the workmen had little
trouble noticing how bright and red her bottom was. Jill kept her head
hung low and walked more quickly than the rest. She was young and tried
her best to be prim.
Angela offered no such pretensions. She smiled sleepily at the
workmen as she passed them. They tipped their hat to her, as they had
to Jill, who’d ignored them. Angela wore only her dress, but it was
askew and the decorative ties were almost completely undone. They hung
down from her waist like broken shoelaces.
Beth ambled past the workmen but did not acknowledge them. She
held her hands protectively over her bosoms. Yet she had only two
hands, not three, and her bush was bare and looked damp and moist from a
long night of fucking. Absently, not looking at the workmen, but quite
aware of their presence, she tossed back her blonde hair. It was no
longer pinned up and it tumbled in a disheveled state over her bare
white shoulders.
Dave and Rob walked awkwardly. They smiled genially at the
workmen but it was clear they were worse for wear, and rather
uncomfortable. Their cocks were utterly spent and their balls hung down
like old men’s balls, ever more descendant, never rising, even as the
cool crisp morning air touched them. When they passed the workmen saw
their buns, so handsome and firm, had been crisscrossed with angry red
lines.
“Have a nice day, Miss Angela,” the oldest, most respectful
workman called to Angela.
“Thankyou, Jenkins. See that the horses are watered and fed,”
she replied, without looking back.
“Yes,m,” Jenkins answered.
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