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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SINS OF THE FLESH
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Chapter Four
The girls lay on chaise lounges in the backyard. They loved
the backyard. Master had built a big pool there and, knowing how much
the girls visiting him would love to play in it, he’d 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
girls’ 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 couldn’t 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, they’d been feted with ice cream and sodas and
massages and expensive catered dinners. Whatever they wished, they
could have, and if the cook didn’t 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.
They’d 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 she’d 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 Master’s
plans. From a window Master watched them. He did not mind. It was a
tease, really. They wouldn’t get an appreciable tan from such
low-slanted rays. But they liked getting away with something they
weren’t 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.
“We want lemonade,” 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 they’d been beaten by Master in the white-tiled room. She
gazed disapprovingly down at the girls’ 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 he’d impregnated he’d 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.
“And we want Bourbon in our lemonade,” Jackie instructed
Eunice. “And bring Champagne, too, and serve us eggs.” 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 Jackie’s, 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 didn’t 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 ‘dreamboat’
was not merely letting her run around naked out of a sense of
compassion. Surely some of the girls he’d 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 Jackie’s case he
knew she was too young to suspect his powers might be those of an older
man, not the young ‘dreamboat’ 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 girls’ 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 other’s 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 they’d embraced each other at last
in a 69, with his permission. Ronald had watched the two girls hug and
kiss and lick each other’s 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 ‘What’s 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 she’d scolded
them and taken them upstairs.
“You’ll need another bath!” she’d proclaimed. She’d marched
them upstairs and sat by the tub and watched while Abigail was tasked
with washing the girls. Then she’d tucked both girls into bed. At
Jackie’s insistence she’d 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 Ronald’s
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 he’d 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 Ronald’s eyes. The boy, whom
he’d 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; he’d
always been quite painfully shy, and absorbed as much by his computers
as by any females sunning themselves by the pool. Of course he’d had
Eunice instruct the boy that he was not to ‘bother’ the girls, and he’d
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 wasn’t quite sure what to call, for he had
always simply called him “Boy,” 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
man’s 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 Ronald’s spine. He knew they had grown
‘cock-hungry’ last night, toasting their marshmellows on long slender
sticks over the fire. He’d 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 man’s 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 child’s 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, “What is this? My isn’t it fine?
I knew I had one but I didn’t know it looked this good!”
Ronald felt anger rising in his throat. Jackie reached out
with tentative fingers and touched the boy’s 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 boy’s 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 boy’s cock, but then she
inexplicably put it in her mouth anyway.
Her lollipop in her mouth, Jackie’s hand was now free (though
the other remained in her slit). She put it out again and tenderly
touched the boy’s 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, “You may play with yourself if you wish,
Dennis, but if you do of course I’ll have to spank you because it’s
naughty!”
Jackie circled a finger around the flanged head of Dennis’
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 boy’s bare buns and gave him a playful slap.
Dennis’ swimsuit was banded around his knees. Ronald had
watched the boy try to walk as Jackie drew him close. He’d 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.
“Do it, just like I know you must do when you’re by yourself,”
Jackie instructed Ronald. “Jerk your manhood and make yourself cum on
my tummy.” Encouragingly Jackie toyed with a finger in her slit, while
giving Dennis a crack on his ass with her other hand. “I’m going to
spank you either way, Dennis, so you might as well play with yourself
and have some enjoyment too,” 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 didn’t 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.
“What are you doing? Haven’t I told you never to bother my
girls?” 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 couldn’t 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.
“I’m sorry, sir! I came out to clean the pool, like I’m
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 they’d seen many men’s Things and wouldn’t be offeneded,” the
boy blathered. He was still a bit of a nerd, Ronald saw to his relief.
Perhaps he’d 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 boy’s 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 he’d never suspected he might meet one almost as
young as himself, who’d invite him to drop his shorts. But every year
Dennis got older. Now girls he’d 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.
“Don’t be so jealous, Master. We’re only sporting with him,”
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 Dennis’
penis and brought him with hobbled steps to her mouth. She licked his
penis with her tongue, a long, loving lick.
“Mmmm! Wanna lick?” 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,
“Sure. Why not? He’s nice and stiff, isn’t he?” 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.
“Wanna lick?” 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.
“Dennis,” Master said. The boy gazed helplessly at Eunice,
then, straining awkwardly, back at Master. His cock remained stuck in
Elaine’s face and the girl was happily tongueing it. He couldn’t bear
to pull himself away, even if it meant a lashing on his bare ass.
“Dennis, 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 aren’t. 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.” Ronald expected
Dennis to spurt in Elaine’s 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 Elaine’s wet tongue. With
her saliva anointing his dick he turned to Master. He regarded him with
a shivering cock but with a steady eye.
“Sir,” he said respectfully. He seemed to wish to walk over to
the man. “Do you mind if I take these off?” 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.
“Sure,” Master answered. He watched as the lean, tanned youth,
no longer the mere chubby stripling he’d 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. “Dennis, I can
arrange to increase your compensation,” Master said to the boy. “I
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?” Jackie
almost laughed when he said ‘suitable.’ The boy’s swimsuit lay on the
concrete between herself and Elaine.
“Yes, sir,” Dennis replied. Had it been a different era, say
the 60’s 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 1990’s 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.
“Do you prefer blondes, brunettes, what is it?” Ronald asked.
“Uh, shit. I don’t know,” Dennis answered. His cock stuck up
with trembling need like a flagpole between his muscular thighs.
“Anything with a hole, I guess.”
“Well, I’ll see that you get something quite fine,” Ronald
replied. “Then it is up to you to handle her. I’ll 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. Don’t interfere
with my operations. Do your chores and save your money and try to be
your own man. Don’t expect just to scam off me. You aren’t my son. I
don’t owe you anything. But if you wish to continue working here, I’ll
see that you have someplace to put that, ah, exemplary thing you’ve
grown there.”
“Thanks, sir!” 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.
“Are you a virgin?” 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.
“I, well, shit. I’ve played ‘Strip Julie Strain’ a lot on my
computer but...” the boy’s voice faltered.
“Then you have some knowledge, but not practical knowledge,”
Master replied to Dennis. He eyed the boy’s cock. “It will take me a
day or two to find a little girlfriend for you. I don’t 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 I’ll come to
regret.”
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 boy’s hand. “You will go deepest if you take
them from behind,” he suggested to Dennis. He didn’t 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.
“Would you like to go as deep as you can?” he asked the boy. He knew
the lad would say ‘yes.’
“Sure!” Dennis replied. His cheeks were flushed and bright.
“So, like, what do I do?”
Master raised his hand. He looked at Eunice. “Bring pills.
It would be useless for Dennis to attempt the girl’s nether holes.”
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. “They must be ‘spayed,’ so to speak, temporarily, so you do not
get them pregant,” Master said to Dennis. “Can you hold on a few
minutes longer?”
“Uh, yeah I guess,” 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 she’d 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.
“Ah, a gin with lime, perfect,” Master said, taking a swallow
from his drink. Dennis had been given the same and he drank more freely
and eagerly from his glass.
“You may drink as much as you wish from my cellar,” 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. “Just don’t be drunk on the job.”
“Of course, sir,” 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.
“Oooh, we are to be fucked by him,” 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.
“Did you swallow it?” Eunice had to ask her.
“Yes,” Jackie answered.
“Now roll over. Both of you!” Eunice ordered the girls. They
complied, twin Barbi dolls moving with quiet grace from their backs to
their tummies. “Up with your bottoms,” Eunice instructed. Both girls,
glancing at each other ambivalently, put their heads down into their
chairs and raised up their perfect white fannies. “Apart, get your legs
apart. Show your figs,” 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, Dennis’ 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.
“Up, lad! The time has come. You need wear no condom since
you’ve never fucked anyone before. Give them the entire length of
yourself, first one, then the other. I’m sure you can do both, eh?”
Master asked Dennis. The boy leaped up from his chair. He regarded the
boy’s cock, waggling stiffly in front of him.
“Yes, sir!” Dennis answered. He looked at the girls. “Which
should I take first?” 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.
“It is entirely up to you,” Master said. He sipped his drink.
Elaine looked back at the boy, coyly. Jackie buried her head in her
arms, hiding her face. But Jackie’s tail, Master noted with amusement,
was stuck up higher in the air than Elaine’s. 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 Elaine’s 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 boy’s 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
Elaine’s 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.
“Ooooh, oooh, oooh!” 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 girl’s fanny and telling her not
to show off. Certainly Beverly, had she been present, would have done
that. But Master restrained himself. It was Dennis’ moment. He would
let the boy handle the girls as he saw fit.
“Aughghghgh!” Dennis cried. His climax had come. Too soon, he
found himself jetting deep into Elaine’s 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 Jackie’s
chair.
“Ooooh, noooo!” 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 Master’s 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.
“YEEK! Not THERE!” Jackie suddenly yelped. To Master’s
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 he’d found a hole, and any hole
would satisfy him. He disregarded Jackie’s protests and rammed his
cock, wet with Elaine’s pussy juice, up inside Jackie’s heinie.
Elaine whimpered and laughed. She settled ruefully on her
belly on the chaise lounge. She had Dennis’ sperm in her but little
satisfaction from it, so she slid a hand down under herself and began
frigging her slit. Jackie’s 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.
“There goes your anal cherry!” Elaine called out to her
friend. They’d 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
doll’s 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 Jackie’s 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.
“Oook! Noooo! Oook! Nooo!” 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 who’d
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. Jackie’s bosoms shook under
her like fruit on a vulnerable brach in a storm. Her bottom reared back
at him but it only embedded him deeper. Her bare legs kicked and her
naked heels whacked his bare ass but that only knocked him forward,
sending him even deeper into her heinie. In a sudden great marvellous
rush Dennis finally came. His cum spurted into Jackie’s hole and for
the first time in her life she felt what it was like to have hot cum
pumped up her bottom. Dennis grinned, Elaine grinned and laughed,
Jackie howled. At last Dennis dismounted and, standing up and admiring
her cum-stained hole, he announced,
“That was way better than Playboy!” Then, exuberantly, he
stepped to the edge of the pool and dove in.
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