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Subject: Nudie Nursery part 1 of 5 (NND)
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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
NUDIE NURSERY
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Chapter One
I guess I have a sense of adventure. Most girls find a
girlfriend to do things with. But I prefer to go to go to the movies by
myself, or to the beach, or shopping. You never know who you’ll meet
when you’re by yourself. And guys are more likely to approach you when
you’re all alone.
I love dressing sexy and going out and ‘testing the waters.’ I
love the anticipation of it. I’m just 15, blonde, blue eyed, with long
legs and high, firm breasts that most guys talk to as if they’re me when
they’re speaking to me. Women like speaking to me too. It’s as if
they’re afriad for me. Or sometimes they’re just looking for a friend.
I play hard to get, though. It’s the teasing that’s fun for me. And
then, sometimes, you meet someone you want to do more with.
I was building a sandcastle on the beach when she knelt down
across from me. I looked up at her. I was wearing a skimpy bikini bra
that barely held my breasts. They’re big for my age. I guess I should
feel bashful about showing them off, but I don’t. My panties weren’t
thong panties, but, on the other hand, they were probably sexier than
thong panties. They had a seat that was too small and kept riding up
inside my buttcrack. Every so often I’d stop playing in the sand and
reach back behind myself and pull my panties out of my crack.
“May I help you?” the woman asked me. I smiled.
“Sure,” I replied. “I used to do this all the time when I was
a kid,” I added. I patted the walls of my castle to make them firm.
She began piling up sand across from me. I saw that her nails were
painted and she worked delicately so as not to scrape off the polish.
“I like your Hello Kitty pail,” she smiled at me. It was a
small pink pail with Hello Kitty on it, sucking a snorkel and watching
fish as they swirled around her.
“Thanks,” I answered. “I like Hello Kitty.”
“Me too,” she replied. My visitor was raven-haired, perhaps
20-years-old, with a model’s body and knockout breasts. She must have
been as daring as me for she wore a bikini with bra cups that were
extremely narrow. This left most of her bosom hanging out of each cup,
with just the nipple covered. The triangles of her cups stretched
upward and quickly gave way to nothing but string, which tied behind her
neck. A second string, around her back, kept the cups as secure as one
could hope, given their flimsiness. I noticed that she worked carefully
so as not to let her boobs spill out in front of everybody on the
beach.
“My name’s Kate,” my new friend offered.
“I’m Kelly,” I answered.
“Hmmm, Kate and Kelly,” she said. We both laughed.
“Do you cum down to the beach often?” she asked me. She spoke
in a light, sexy voice, and I swear whenever she said the word ‘come’ it
had an especially naughty ring to it.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Do you have any boyfriends?” she asked. I looked up at her.
“Sometimes,” I said. “Do you?”
“Not right now,” she replied. I looked surprised and she
hastily added. “I just moved here. Guys can be such a pain, you know?
I had a boyfriend in New York and he was too demanding. Not in the good
way, you know?” She smiled. Her teeth were white. She brushed her
hair back, carefully, so as not to get sand in it. She had a mane as
dark and long and full as a show pony. “I inhertited a house on the
beach from my uncle.” She looked at me closely. “Do you want to hear
something strange?” she asked.
I was going to simply reply, ‘I guess so,’ but something moved
inside me and I felt a sudden boldness. “Yes,” I answered. Our eyes
met and I felt she was going to divulge some terrible secret to me.
“He-” she stopped, looked down. She put a hand to her breasts,
as if to hold them in (not a bad idea, actually). Then she looked up at
me again. “Don’t tell anyone but,” she paused again. “He ran a
preschool and, well, you’d have to see it to believe it.”
“What?!” I asked.
She looked down. For a moment she just worked on my sand
castle. Then she looked up at me. “Have you ever imagined yourself
captive in something like this?” she asked.
“Sometimes,” I answered truthfully.
“Well, he just has a beach house but,” she gazed deep into my
eyes, as if asking me to trust her with her awful secret. “He kept
bondage stuff in his house!” she whispered.
We walked up to the lifeguard. We’d strolled along the beach
and finally picked him out. We held hands as we walked up to him. We
looked terrific in our bikinis but we had butterflies inside our
tummies.
It hadn’t taken us long to become fast friends once Kate told
me about her uncle. It was so strange to think that a man, in this day
and age, had managed to run a preschool for little children and keep a
dungeon in his house. Imagine all those poor little boys and girls in a
house that had both a preschool and a dungeon! Of course, we didn’t
dare to ask the unthinkable. HAD he done more than just teach them
their alphabet? Had they learned to count by having a whip flailed over
their little bare bottoms?
Together Kate and I gazed at the lifeguard. He was setting
surfboards up against the wall of his shelter. They were used to rescue
people. I think Kate and I needed rescuing just then, but no one was
there but him. And we had plans for him!
The lifeguard turned around and regarded us. We had let my
castle succumb to the incoming tide. I held my Hello Kitty pail in my
hand.
“You two don’t look like you’re drowning,” the lifeguard said
sardonically. I think maybe he felt a little intimidated by us. We did
look gorgeous, and our bikinis were almost so small he might have
wondered if he should cite us for nudity!
“Are you into pain?” we asked him, our voices chiming
together.
“What?” he replied. His swimsuit grew an instant tent.
“Are you into pain?” Kate asked him again. Her voice was
no-nonsense, insistent.
“It, well, it depends,” the lifeguard replied. Kate reached
out and took his big, brawny arm in her hand. She turned around and
tugged him along behind us.
“Girls, I just started my shift,” the lifeguard protested. But
Kate and I marched down the beach, pulling him along, us like little
tugboats pulling on some giant steamship.
We stepped into the darkness of Kate’s dungeon. She flicked on
a light. We were still in our swimsuits. We’d just entered her house
and come right downstairs, not bothering with anything else. Our eyes
widened as we saw all the things her uncle had collected.
Amidst chains and whips and paddles, posts and trestles and
cages too small to stand up in, were a swingset, a slide, a sandbox, and
a children’s table with toys on it.
“Here it is,” Kate breathed. “I’ve nicknamed it Nudie
Nursery.”
“Naked games,” I whispered. I remembered headlines from my
childhood about satanic preschools, real and imagined.
“Have you reported this to the authorities?” our lifeguard
boyfriend asked Kate. His name was Ray.
Kate looked at Ray and turned and faced him. Without even
asking permission, she bent and yanked his swim trunks right down to his
thighs. His cock sprang out. It was as big as she and I had imagined.
It stuck out like a freed snake and we both stared at it.
When Kate had recovered herself, she looked up at Ray’s eyes.
“After I see what all’s down here, then maybe I’ll report it to the
police,” she explained to him.
“Yeah,” Ray replied. He was stunned that she’d been so bold as
to yank down his swimsuit. I could see where his tan line ended and his
loins began. It was amazing to see his huge erection just sticking out
like that. Yet Kate and I were still in our bikinis, tiny as they
were. We’d given him nothing in return.
Kate had a waif’s body and beautifully long legs but I imagined
she’d never make it big in modeling because her breasts were so large.
She looked up at Ray with her large, childish eyes and spoke to him very
frankly. “Honey,” she explained. “I want to experiment with this stuff
and I want to do it on you. I hope you’re willing. I must admit that
it will probably be kind of painful for you. This stuff isn’t just for
pleasure, you know.”
Ray, despite his massive size, simply stared back at her with
his boyish good looks and his cock sticking out like he was waiting to
have it inspected. Perhaps he imagined we were going to draft him into
the Army.
“Take your pants off,” Kate told him. “Obviously you can’t
wear them down here.” She spoke in a soft, very feminine voice. But
her words were definite. They brooked no disobedience. At the same
time, in keeping with her feminine nature, her hands slipped nervously
up and down her thighs.
Ray dropped his pants and stepped out of them. Kate bent and
picked up his trunks. “Let’s get rid of these,” she said. She walked
over to the children’s table. There was a long, very sharp and
dangerous-looking pair of scissors lying atop it.
“Hey, those are my pants!” Ray shouted. He wore nothing else,
except his flip-flops, and he’d left those at the front door. Both he
and I watched in amazement as Kate very deliberately cut up his shorts
into small pieces. One by one they fell away and drifted down to the
surface of the children’s table.
“There, that should give the children a nice puzzle to work on
when they come back to school on Monday,” Kate smiled. She laid the
scissors back down on the table.
“Well?” Ray asked. I think he was beginning to regain his
senses. It’s not every day, even for a lifeguard, that two sex kittens
walk up to you and haul you off to a dungeon!
“Well what?” Kate asked.
“Aren’t you girls going to get undressed?” Ray demanded. Kate
looked at me. I found my eyes looking at her breasts with their small
triangle cups.
“It’s not like we’d be revealing all that much,” I admitted.
“Okay,” she replied. And with as few words as that, we agreed
to get naked. She reached behind herself even as I did and, together,
we shed our tops. Ray’s eyes widened as our bosoms sprang into view.
We had big ones, snowy where our tops kept us covered, tanned where they
didn’t, and our nipples were already hard, like stemmed cherries.
“You girls are gorgeous,” Ray sighed.
“The show’s not over yet,” Kate smiled. She undid her bottoms
and I untied mine. We showed our pussies to each other and to ray as
our undies fell to the floor. We did not bother to pick them up. Our
tops and bottoms discarded, Kate and I took a moment to walk up to each
other and get comfy. We embraced, we kissed.
“Hi,” she said to me.
“Hi,” I replied.
“Do you mind pain?” she asked me. I shivered.
“A little’s okay,” I answered.
“Good,” she said.
I’d played in a dungeon once before, out in the canyons above
L.A. It had hurt but I’d survived. And I’d never cum like I’d cum in
that dungeon. Kate seemed to be a little experienced herself. The
sight of all the whips and paddles didn’t daunt her. She drank them in
like a lady who’d seen such things before, perhaps even played with
them. I’d been just a child in the previous dungeon I’d visited. But
now, I guessed, I might have a chance to call some of the shots. The
thought excited me. I was just 15, fucked only a few times, yet I might
get to play domme! With Ray, no less, a guy any girl would die to
dominate.
“Go get a paddle off the wall,” Kate whispered to me. We were
girls sharing secrets. I guessed it wouldn’t be used on me so I agreed.
“Okay,” I replied in a hushed voice. As I walked over to the
wall where whips hung neighbor to paddles and paddles to belts, Kate
turned back to Ray.
“Sir, would you please let me lick your cock?” she asked
innocently. “It’s forbidden for a man to enter the dungeon without
having a nice wet cock.” I knew she was making it up and I giggled.
“Don’t laugh,” Kate told me seriously. “Some men have to lick
their own penis if there aren’t enough girls present. Ray’s very
fortunate. He has me to make sure he obeys all the rules.”
I stood on tiptoe and took down a big paddle from the wall. It
had holes drilled through it so that it would meet less air resistence
when it was swung. Of course, that would make it splat all the harder
against Ray’s ass!
Kate knelt down on the floor. Perhaps in deference to the
preschool children, it had a thick carpet. Kate put her mouth to Ray’s
cockhead and swirled her tongue around his pee hole.
“You taste... salty,” Kate told him.
“You should be glad I took a shower before coming on duty,” Ray
told her. “Sometimes I just go swimming to take a bath.”
“Yes, dear, you men are always looking for short cuts, aren’t
you?” Kate smiled. She pushed his cockhead fully into her mouth and
then drew it out again. She looked up at him. “Of course, down here,
there are no short cuts, sir. You must hold out for a very long time,
and only cum when I tell you.”
Ray laughed. “So what if I just cum in your mouth and leave?”
he asked.
“Well, despite not having any pants to put on, there’s the
matter of getting your buns toasted,” Kate replied. She winked at me.
I’d snuck up behind Ray and he’d been too mesmerized by Kate’s mouth on
his prick to notice me. I swung hard and gave him a splatting swat
right across his bare seat with the paddle with holes in it.
“Hey! Yeoooow!” Ray said. It was a kind of delayed howl, as
if he had to establish who’d hit him before he could permit himself to
cry out.
Kate had to contend with having Ray’s cock jammed more deeply
into her mouth as a result of me whacking Ray’s bottom and impelling his
hips forward. Nonetheless, she drew him out after I’d hit him and said,
her lips brushing his pee hole, “Hit him again.” I complied. She
popped him back into her mouth just in time to absorb the full force of
my blow impelling his cock down into her throat. Ray groaned. I
wondered if he preferred the second swat, for he said nothing and his
cock burrowed deeply into Kate’s silky throat. She gagged, but seemed
grateful that she’d been made to accept him in one fell swoop.
“That’s it, suck me good, bitch,” Ray told Kate. He reached
forward and grabbed her by her hair and jabbed himself into her mouth.
She gurgled over his prick but tried to keep her lips sealed as best she
could. He drove himself into her throat, back and forth, she gagged and
coughed but did her best to accept him.
I know Ray was dying to cum in the mouth of this lovely model
who was on her knees in front of him, very obedient, taking the full
length of his manhood in her throat. To his credit he pulled back after
a dozen strokes and freed his organ from her lips.
“You are so fine,” he said. “But I’ll prove to you that I can
handle anything you throw at me. I’ve done a little S&M myself though,
admittedly, not in a nursery for small children.” He looked around.
Kate, after licking her lips a moment to regain her composure, stood up
and brushed back her hair. She was wearing spectacular earrings, but
otherwise she was naked. I too wore earrings. We both looked
fabulous. Neither of us had gone swimming and our hair was still as
perfect as you could hope, having been toyed with by the beach breeze
but otherwise left intact.
“Well, since we’re all a little experienced, I guess we can get
right down to business, then,” Kate said. She smiled at Ray. “I’m
going to put your cock through it’s paces. I’m glad you can hold your
seed so well. I want to really give your dick a good work out today!”
“I just hope you can handle it when I turn the tables on you,”
Ray replied. He flexed his arms and his biceps bulged and I realized he
could have us whenever he chose. It frightened me to think that he
might do anything with us that he pleased, any time it pleased him to.
“What would you ever want to do with a poor girl like me?” Kate
asked Ray. She let her eyes grow large and soulful. Ray smiled.
“I’m tough,” he said simply.
“Ooooh, you’re just teasing,” Kate said primly. She turned and
walked to the door we’d come through. It still hung open. She closed
the door and lowered a large bar of wood across the middle of it. Then
she locked it with a key.
“That should keep anyone from rescuing us,” she smiled. She
walked over to a wall and picked up a pair of heels. She slipped them
on, then bent down and buckled them. “I like wearing heels. It makes
me feel more womanly,” she said. She looked at me. “I have another
pair here.” She bent down and picked them up and walked them over to
me, letting them dangle from her fingers. She set them down at my
feet. I tried them on. They fit perfectly. She bent and buckled them
around my ankles. They were open-toed pumps, like a girl might go
dancing in.
“I hoped I might meet someone my own age to play with, but
then, buying shoes yesterday, a little voice told me to buy a smaller
pair,” she said. She looked up at me and smiled as she finished shoeing
my feet. “Actually,” she admitted, “I bought several pairs. Then I saw
a girl walk by my house and thought I’d go out and meet her. When I
did, she was gone, but I met you instead. You’re both the same age,
though.”
“Thanks,” was all I could say. I was glad she’d picked me,
even I was only second choice.
“You’re prettier,” she assured me. She stood up and took my
hand. “Come on, let’s show Ray what girls are made of!” she smiled.
Bravely we walked over to Ray and stood before him, letting him
admire our breasts and our cunnies, our cute faces, our sunny smiles.
Then, just when he was getting the idea that he might avoid our training
and make us slaves to him, Kate took him delicately by the penis and
drew him by his hard-on over to a waist-sized pillory. There was a
single hole in it and I had no doubt, nor did Ray, what it was for.
Kate lifted the pillory’s upper crossbeam and fitted Ray’s dick through
the hole. Then she lowered the crossbeam and Ray found himself with a
pilloried penis. It stuck through the hole, like a big fleshy daggar
thrust through the wood. Kate clamped the pillory’s two crossbeams
together so that Ray could not escape.
“You, sir, are undone by your own erection,” Kate smiled. Ray
looked down at his manhood, thrust through the wood. His cock was
squeezed at its base by the pillory’s two joined crossbeams. It was
strange to see Kate, the lovely model with the beautiful smile,
subjecting poor Ray to such torture.
“What-what are you going to do to it now that you’ve got it?”
Ray asked of his cock. It was as if his cock was a living thing that
had somehow been separated from him. Yet he would still be able to feel
every torment she chose to give it. And there was no doubt of its being
tortured. This was S&M. If we’d been here simply to fuck we could have
done that at once, even outside, behind a dune on the beach. But here,
in the deep shade of the dungeon, things were meant to be drawn out.
Tested, tasted, pleased and punished.
“I want to see if you can handle the fire and ice test,” Kate
told Ray. “Most men can’t. They spurt right away, or freak out
totally. One guy, I’m told, even fainted. But you can, I’m sure. I’m
counting on it,” she smiled.
Kate walked to the wall where all the implements of torture
were kept. Her bottom moved salaciously as she walked. It was small,
her ass cheeks high and pert. It might have looked too high and
childish but her waist was slim as a wasp’s and so as a result she had a
lovely hourglass shape after all. She let her bottom sway as if it were
much bigger and heavier. The effect was to make her look like she had
no more morals than a common tart. (Which, no doubt, pleased Ray even
more.)
Kate poked through some gloves laid in a pile on a shelf on the
wall. They were made of leather. “Rats, they’re all fingerless,” she
said. “Oh well, they’ll give me a little protection, I guess.” She
drew on a pair of gloves that wrapped her arms in leather but left her
hands bare. A thong on each glove hooked round her middle finger to
keep the gloves from slipping up her arms farther than was intended.
The gloves, rising to just above her elbows, had to be tied to her upper
arms with drawstrings that hung down from the gloves. Kate called me
over and I tied the gloves to her arms.
“There, that should keep them from sliding around,” Kate said,
admiring my handiwork when I was done.
“All that trouble just to put on a pair of gloves!” I sighed.
“They’re opera gloves,” she smiled at me. “Except they’re made
of leather and for playing in a dungeon. I’d prefer listening to men
groan instead of women sing, and looking at fat dicks instead of fat
ladies, woudldn’t you?” she asked. I had to admit I agreed.
“Get a cannister of whipped cream from that little fridge over
there,” Kate told me. I turned and looked over my shoulder. Hiding
behind a large inflated clown, meant to be knocked over only to pop up
again, thanks to his rounded base, was a fridge. It was small, but I
guessed it had enough treats in it to keep us happy. I’d not seen it
before. I was grateful to Kate’s uncle for putting it there.
Inside the fridge I found I big pitcher of Kool-Aid. It was
Cherry, my favorite flavor. There were popsicles too, frozen not over
sticks but rectal thermometers, with flanged handles to keep them from
being lost inside a patient’s ass.
I found the can of whipped cream and came trotting back to
Kate, with a rectal thermometer popsicle in my other hand. I was
licking it. Being on the beach had made me thirsty.
“Oh, delicious!” Kate smiled. She was lighting a candle. It
was bare and she had to hold the candle carefully lest she drip wax on
her fingers. “Don’t eat the popsicle, dear,” she told me. “Put it up
Ray’s ass!”
“What?!” Ray cried. But I found the suggestion irresistible.
I stuck my popsicle between his rear cheeks and urged him to open
himself to me.
“Do it,” Kate told Ray. “Reach back and open your ass for her
or you’ll get this candle flame right under your cockhead.”
“You girls are perverted!” Ray groused. He reached back,
though, and spread his hairy buns for me. I spied his little hole and
stuck my cold popsicle against it.
“Come on, Ray, your hiney-hole likes popsicles too!” I laughed.
Kate, meanwhile, hovered her candle over Ray’s prick. As he
held himself open for my impish game, he watched as Kate’s candle began
to warm at the tip where the flame flickered atop it.
“I hope none of my lifeguard buddies discover me down here,”
Ray breathed.
“You can tell them we blew your nose and then we blew your
mind,” Kate smiled. She still showed him the same glossy, good-girl
smile she had since we’d met, but now she was about to singe his dick
with hot wax!
“Are all the girls who are as beautiful as you two this
dangerous?” Ray asked. His voice was haggard. I think he was truly
worried that we were going to injure him! Imagine, a guy as big as him,
a 20-something Swarzenegger, and he was afraid of us two little girls!
“What, haven’t you screwed tons of girls like us?” Kate asked.
“I just got the lifeguard job,” Ray admitted.
“Well, sir, you’ll just have to find out by meeting other
beautiful girls after we’re finished with you,” Kate smiled. “If, that
is, you’ve anything left to show them.” She tilted the candle slightly
and a dollop of hot wax splashed down onto Ray’s cock.
“Yeeeeooow!” Ray shouted. At the same moment I managed to
intrude some of my popsicle into his rectum. Perhaps the amazement of
being burned by hot wax had caused Ray to accept me, fearfully, like
when someone is hanged and they go in their pants. I felt his anus open
and lost some of my popsicle inside him. I kissed his hiney.
“Let mommie take your temperature,” I urged. He was ignoring
me, though, for Kate, having burned his dick with hot wax, now played
firegirl and sprayed a clump of chilled whipped cream on his dick.
“There, that should help,” she said soothingly. “Poor Ray, you
have such a big fine penis that we girls just can’t help playing tricks
on it!” His cock was truly wonderful, no match for the popsicle I was
pretending with. It quivered and throbbed and pre-cum oozed from its
tip. No sooner had Kate eased his suffering with the Redi-Whip than she
gave him a new dose of wax. It splashed down and he groaned again, not
really hurt by it but certainly taunted. Then, to make him better but
actually to make him suffer even more, Kate sprayed more icy whipped
cream on his dick. “Fire and Ice,” she smiled at him. “But you’re man
enough to take it, aren’t you, honey?”
“Not with a fucking ice-cold thermometer rammed up my butt!”
Ray shouted. But Kate and I just tittered with laughter and kept on
with our game.
Kate knelt down in front of Ray and gave him the benefit of her
mouth. Sucking with her cool swirling lips on his cockhead, she stopped
whenever the candle was about to drip more wax, let it fall, squirted
some cream on him, and then resumed her sucking.
“Control, Ray honey, control,” Kate said to our dear captive
stallion as she loosed her lips from him to burn and freeze him again.
“You don’t plan to cum, do you?”
“N-No,” Ray said through gritted teeth. He watched as Kate
drizzled hot wax on his dick. Then, solicitiously, she squirted him
with whipped cream, but since the cream went in one place on his dick
and the wax on another, it did nothing to alleviate the burning while
the burning was not cooled at all by the cream.
I was getting bored with my thermometer. All the popsicle had
melted away and I had taken Ray’s temperature, again and again, reaming
him with the stick. It sounds silly, but even sticking a thermometer up
a beautiful man’s butt can get boring after awhile, when you’re
15-years-old!
“Can I spank Ray again?” I asked Kate.
“Sure,” she replied, freeing her mouth from his dick to answer
me. “But don’t use the paddle. He’s stuck inside that little hole and
has noplace to go, with the boards clamping down on him. Use a thin
whip instead. It will snake nicely across his ass but not ram him
forward.”
I obeyed her advice. But first I poured myself a big glass of
Cherry Koolaid to slake my ever-thirstier mouth. I offered some to
Kate. She must have been thirsty too, for she accepted, sipping right
from my own glass. I didn’t mind. We were good friends now. We both
had Cherry mustaches when we were finished.
“Ray, would you like some too?” I asked. He said he would. I
stood on tiptoe and let him drink from my glass as Kate continued to
punish his penis. He had a cherry mustache too when he’d drunk his
fill.
“Don’t pee it out on me,” Kate warned him.
“Rats,” he answered.
“I’ll let you pee when I’m finished with you,” she said.
I picked out the thinnest whip I could find from the selection
hung on the wall. Kate said thin hurt more, but was less able to shove
Ray forward when he was struck. In fact, it didn’t shove at all. It
just burned across his hiney, leaving a bright streak on his white
buns. Of course, he was free to buck his ass as best he could and grind
it all around to throw off the pain.
I laid the whip across Ray and enjoyed his response. At first
he tried with manful fortitude to endure my strokes and show no pain.
But as I continued, flaying him ever more thoroughly, he began to let
his emotions show. After a bit each of my strikes caused him to shout
and rub his ass and flex it.
“Keep your hands up off your ass,” Kate told Ray. “Don’t be a
bad boy and make us handcuff you.”
“God, I wish someone would bust us and send me to prison!” Ray
howled.
“You’d like it there, wouldn’t you, Ray?” Kate smiled. “Just
you and the guys. No naughty little girls to torment you. I studied
pre-law, you know, in case I decided to be a policewoman. Do you think
I should try to become one?”
“You’d cause a crime wave,” Ray groaned. “Of men wanting you
to arrest them.”
“Even if I did this to them?” Kate asked. She dripped more hot
wax on his cock.
Ray groaned. I sailed another lash into his ass and he winced
and shook his butt.
“Yeah, even if you did this,” Ray admitted.
“Well, we have to get tougher then!” Kate said to me. “Go find
something to squeeze Mr. Ray’s balls in, Kelly. We’ll see if the
nutcracker will make him behave!”
“No,” Ray gritted. I gave his tushy a final slash, admired the
mark, and then happily returned my whip to the wall. Rummaging around,
I found a small leather pouch that could be tied along the top as
tightly as one might wish. It looked like a bag for gold dust, but it
would hold the Ray Family Jewels instead!
Kate made Ray stand with a wider stance and I crouched down
underneath him and set to work. It was tough fitting his balls inside
that little pouch! He had very big balls. Finally, getting him all
suited up, I tied the top of the pouch as tight as I could. Ray groaned
and howled. Kate came round and checked my handiwork to make sure I
hadn’t tied him too tightly. She loosened him just a bit.
“Very good, Kelly,” Kate said to me. “Now we’ll see if Mr. Ray
here can learn to be a good boy.” She told me to get a penis whip. I
didn’t know what that was but she explained that it was a small whip,
made just for whipping a man’s dick into shape.
“They come in various brands of severity,” Kate told me. “Some
are just a soft strip of leather, while others are wrapped cords, while
still others are almost inflexible, hardened in a vat of pure salt. Get
a medium one for him. We don’t want to make him feel too awful. He
just needs a little correction.”
I saluted her. We were having a blast. We were both totally
nude, our bikinis left scattered on the floor. Our hair was lovely and
our feet were encased in pretty shoes and we wore sexy earrings. Ray
was a hunk beyond a girl’s wildest dreams, and he was letting us do
whatever we wanted with him. All our most childish fantasies we were
getting to play out on him. I saluted Kate, went to the wall where the
implements were, and came back with a small, slim whip.
“Go ahead, do him,” Kate told me. I lashed him with a modest
stroke, afraid I might hurt him if I hit too hard. Then, judging his
response (holding back his feelings as usual), I hit him harder. I
wanted to see him shout and really respond to me! Soon I had him
flinching and begging at every stroke.
“Yes, just your penis, Ray, that’s all we care about now,” Kate
said to him. “If the Law concentrated more on men’s penises, they’d
commit less crimes, don’t you think?”
“I guess so,” Ray groaned. She slapped his bottom and told me
to stop.
“Go get your Kool-Aid glass,” she said to me. “It’s time for
our big baby here to wet.”
“Thanks,” Ray said.
“Don’t feel too special, honey,” Kate said. “I just like the
idea of seeing stuff shoot out of your dick!”
I brought my empty glass and we both watched, mesmerized, as
Kate held the glass for Ray and he squirted his pee into it. When he
was done she had me get a kleenex and she squirted some Redi-Whip on his
pee hole and then wiped it off with the kleenex.
“There, that should keep you nice and fresh,” Kate said to
Ray. “Lickably clean!” She put her mouth to him and sucked him some
more while I found a drain in a corner and emptied Ray’s pee down it.
Then I sat my glass by the door. I didn’t intend to drink out of it
again!
I glanced at the door. The key Kate had locked it with hung
from a brass ring, which she’d placed over a nail high up on the wall.
A child would never be able to reach it. I might just reach it, if I
stood up on my tip-toes. I could escape now, if I wished. Kate was
busy with Ray and he was, at the moment at least, pinned by his cock
between two boards. I should be going home soon. My mom might miss
me. Then again, she’d learnt not to ask when I slept over at a
‘friend’s’ house. Always I pretended it was a girlfriend, and she
accepted that. But sometimes it was the house of a guy I’d met on the
beach, in my little bikini. Lots of times I just liked teasing. But
sometimes I’d let a guy take me home and, sometimes, I’d even let him
bed me. Often I just sucked him, and that made him happy, especially if
he was older than me and afraid of getting in trouble.
But in the dungeon there was a distinct possibility that we
would all go much farther. I knew that from staying with Sherry and
Jeff. The choice wouldn’t be between sucking and fucking. I felt a
tremor of fear seize me as I realized I might lose complete control of
myself here, with Kate and Ray, two strangers I’d just met on the
beach. I could escape now, if I wished. I glanced again at Ray. He
was tall, broad. I watched as his buttocks tensed, then released, then
tensed again as Sherry blew him. His balls, cruelly held inside a pouch
I’d put on him, hung between his hairy legs. He wouldn’t worry about
fucking a girl who was under-age. Or doing lots of other things to
her. He wouldn’t settle for just a quick blow job.
And Kate, what was she really like? After all, there was
little doubt her uncle had been a major pervert. Imagine, a nursery
school that doubled as a dungeon! I had little doubt, looking at the
boxes of crayons interspersed with dildoes and packs of condoms, that
the children had done some of their lessons down here. Above the wall
where the whips hung was a strip of paper showing the alphabet. Hung
over the door was a row of paper gingerbread men, cut from construction
paper. And yet Kate had not even reported all this to the police!
Instead she’d decided to play down here. The children were due back on
Monday! Should I run out now, and call somebody? Well, I couldn’t do
that; I didn’t want the cops to come and find poor Ray with his dick
stuck between two boards. Yet, what would I have done, if I found
myself suddenly inheriting a beach house with a dungeon in it? Would I
go squealing to the police, and turn the whole house into a notorious
crime scene on the nightly news, or would I grab the nearest lifeguard
and do just what Kate was doing?
“It must be quite a job for you, keeping control of all those
people every day,” Kate murmured to Ray. He flung his head back and I
watched the muscles of his back ripple as he fought down the need to
ejaculate. He was such a stud! Imagine surviving all he had, and still
not cuming. What a beautiful creature. I felt a sudden need to keep
him forever. I think Kate was thinking the same thing, for she glanced
at me over his cock as I circled back toward them. She wanted him
cuffed. I could tell. Her eyes met mine and I felt the same need she
did to make this man completely subservient to our feminine wiles and
our pussies.
I ran to the wall. My conscience screamed at me that I might
myself be tested just as Ray was being tested, that it might go too far,
that I might be hurt, but I grabbed the nearest pair of steel handcuffs
from the wall and darted over to my new friends.
Ray’s forearm was huge. I took hold of it with my little
fingers, a spider latching onto a lion. I snapped on one of the cuffs.
He glanced down at me. He lifted his arm slightly, as if he might smack
me across the face for trying to make him my prisoner. But then, his
eyes glazed, Kate really giving him the works with her mouth and toungue
to make him have to fight every second to hold his seed, he looked
away. His butt tensed, he flung his head back, and held. Kate lifted
her mouth to check. A drooling line of her spit mixed with his pre-cum
hung between her mouth and his cockhead. She watched him a moment. No
sperm. He had survived yet another of her attacks. Yet, hanging
between his legs, was the biggest load of sperm you could possibly
imagine, held up tight against his body in the scrotum sac I’d tied on
him. What a man! Kate blew lightly upon his peehole to compliment him
for his valor. He could have cum so easily, letting himself go, being
selfish, but he kept himself whole and let us keep playing. Now as I
snuck around behind him I began to wonder if he was being selfish by
holding his sperm back. After all, Kate was working so hard. Yet she
got nothing but pre-cum for her efforts.
“Ray, you can actually cum if you want to, can’t you?” I heard
her ask him in a teasing voice. I grabbed his other wrist and drew it
behind his tensed buttocks. They were bare, with bright lines across
them where I’d whipped him.
“I can cum like a fountain,” Ray replied. He seemed not to
sense that I was about to make him our prisoner. “When I do cum, it
will be in your hair and all over your face, unless you can swallow real
fast. Before I got this lifeguard job I worked at a kiddie pool. The
girls used to come up to my lifeguard stand and blow me, but I had to be
careful, because they were only 9 or 10. So sometimes I couldn’t cum at
all, even though they loved blowing me. So I learned to hold it back
real good.”
CLICK! I managed to squeeze his arms close together enough to
lock them in to the handcuffs. What a fitting moment to capture him!
Here he was a pedophile, and we hadn’t even known it!
“Ray, you’re a pervert!” Kate shouted. She was as shocked as I
was.
“No I’m not,” he answered with equanimity. “There’s no
difference between you and a 10-year-old except that you’re breasts are
grown and hers are just starting. Anyway, didn’t you like lifeguards
when you were 10?”
“Well, I did,” she said, and blushed a little. “And I won’t
even tell you what I did to tease them. But I didn’t BLOW them!”
“Girls grow up faster nowadays,” Ray replied.
“I guess so, with a predator like you ‘protecting’ the girls at
a kiddie pool!” Kate said.
“It’s a job... somebody’s got to do it,” Ray grinned.
Sherry stood up. She put a hand under her chin. She lifted
her other hand speculatively, a finger upraised, considering. I could
just see her as a policewoman, wondering what to do with a pervert she’d
nabbed.
“Well, Raymond, we are going to have to consider what to do
with you,” she said. “Here you’ve confessed to the most evil things,
but fortunately we’ve got your penis stuck in a pillory, your balls
neatly tied up, and your hands, ah yes, handcuffed.”
“Hey, how did that happen?” Ray asked. He struggled to get his
wrists out from behind his back but found they were permanently locked
over his lovely bare buttocks.
“I don’t think any child molester has ever been better
positioned to pay for his crimes, do you, Kerry?” Kate asked me.
“Nope,” I replied. We both broke into giggles. We really
couldn’t care less about a bunch of 10-year-olds at a kiddie pool.
They’d be competing with us soon enough in daring bikinis. I regretted
that they’d gotten an early start, but who wouldn’t want to blow Ray? I
gazed at his powerful body as he stood with his cock wedged in the
stocks. What a glorious man! All he had to do to get free of the
stocks was simply ejaculate. He’d feel great, and he could walk away.
But he’d stayed, let us torture him, and finally even let himself be
suckered into getting handcuffed. Now we did have him between a rock
and and hard place. Even if he shot his load, he still couldn’t get the
cuffs off. And they were real police handcuffs too, with the exception
that they were lined with fur inside to provide our lover a little
comfort.
“He needs to feel a little humiliation at least for being a
child molester,” Kate told me. “Let’s hang our bikinis over his dick so
he’s made to feel like a human clothesline!” We giggled again. We
trotted over to where we’d tossed our bikinis onto the floor and picked
them up.
“Yes, Ray, you’re going to be made into a line of washing,”
Kate said as we hung our stringy little bras and panties over his dick.
He watched with mesmerized eyes. I imagine just the feel of the soft
drawstrings and bra cups against his penis made him tremble with lust.
I remembered how boys sometimes snuck into my mom’s yard to catch a
glimpse of my own bikinis hanging out back on our clothesline. Kate
flicked her bra and watched it as it trembled atop Ray’s penis. The
tiny cups brushed his shaft. I batted my panties. Their pencil-thin
drawstrings shivered. I feared they might slide down the shaft of his
cock and find a way to drop off.
“We need clothespins,” I suggested.
“Yes, to keep our bikinis in place,” Kate smiled. We had
wicked eyes. We looked up at Ray. He gritted his teeth and gazed at
our bikinis hanging from his huge cock. “You need to be punished
anyway, Ray, for molesting little girls,” Kate added. Primly she rose
up and walked to the wall. She took down several pairs of wooden
clothespins. She walked back, letting her bare hips roll, glorying in
how Ray stared at her lovely pubis. Above her ribs her bosoms jostled
and swung, totally free, in sharp contrast to Ray’s poor balls and
cock. She knelt down in front of him once more and judiciously began
applying the clothespins.
Ray gritted his teeth and said nothing. I thought he might
howl out, or protest, but he took his punishment like a man. Kate
pinned our bikinis and bras to his erection. She smiled up at him when
he was done. “I’m glad you’ve been bad, Ray,” she admitted. “It’s so
fun punishing you!”
“Loosen the ball bag,” Ray said.
“What? Is the nutcracker suit too tight?” Kate laughed. Ray
nodded.
“Well, we don’t believe in cruel and unusual punishment here in
the United States, just punishment,” Kate admitted. Carefully she
reached between his legs and untied the leather sac that contained Ray’s
balls. She opened it a little, then retied it. She touched the sac
underneath and lifted it slightly to heft his balls and feel their
movement. “There, darling, is that better?” she asked.
“A little bit,” Ray said.
“Well, a little bit is all I had in mind,” Kate replied. She
kissed his penis and then stood up. I stood up with her. We glanced at
each other. We were both naked, and just glancing at our tits we could
each see that the other was very excited. The dungeon seeemed full of
possibilites. Outside it was hot, but in here it was pleasantly cool.
Out on the beach girls were vying for guys, but in here we had a real
he-man to keep us busy, who NEEDED to have his genitals punished for
making little girls blow him. Well, we’d do our job to society and
satisfy ourselves in the bargain.
“We must take proper care of our prisoner,” Kate said to me. I
nodded. I had no idea what she had planned, but it sounded fun. She
took my hand and led me over to a faucet near the floor. Beside it was
a wooden pail, and next to the pail was a bottle of Mr. Bubble. She
picked up the bottle, and squirted some of its soap into the pail. Then
she turned on the tap and put the bucket under it.
“There’s no sponge and no washcloths,” Kate admitted to me. I
smiled. We’d use our hands. “The water’s very cold, Ray,” she shouted
over her shoulder at him. He watched us as we knelt at the faucet.
“I don’t need a bath,” Ray replied.
“Dear, prisoners don’t get to choose when they have a bath,”
Kate said.
When the pail was full Kate and I lugged it over to Ray. We
plopped it down next to him. He watched as we bent, our breasts
swinging, and soaped up our hands in the bucket. We lathered our hands
in the Mr. Bubble foam. Then, our hearts beating, we began to rub our
hands all over Ray.
Kate got busy on his chest. I got busy on his bottom. We
decided not to do his penis because we knew that the two of us,
lathering his dick, would make him shoot for sure. But all the rest of
him was fair game.
Ray groaned with pent-up passion as we washed him. We tried to
keep the foam off ourselves and out of our hair. We just wanted to
concentrate on him, to make him sparkling clean so that he would be a
model prisoner.
“My, such a powerful chest,” Kate said admiringly. “Do you
work out a lot, Ray?” It was strange. We knew so little about each
other, yet here we were, all of us naked, playing and enjoying each
other.
“I work out every day,” Ray replied. “I have to, to stay in
shape as a lifeguard. People’s lives depend on me, you know.”
“Oh, I’m sure those little 10-year-olds were in constant danger
of drowning in their baby pool,” Kate laughed. Her bosoms shook as she
laughed and a bit of foam flew from her hands and landed on one of her
nipples. She bent her head down, tried to flick it off, but the foam on
her fingers just added more.
“A baby pool can be just as dangerous as the beach,” Ray
replied.
“Oh yes, especially if a shark is the lifeguard!” I giggled. I
pinched his bottom. He grunted. He had an excellent tolerance for
pain. I ran my hands up his back. It spread out beneath my fingers,
hard and tanned. He was one buff dude! I was glad he was cuffed,
though. I wouldn’t have dared tease him this much if he were loose,
especially about his little girlfriends. I ran my fingers down his
spine and palmed his bottom. Exploringly, I opened his hiney. I bent
down to look in his hole. I stuck my finger inside.
“Hey!” Ray roared.
“Your butthole must get clean too if you’re a prisoner,” I
said. “Anyway, you might stick something up it, so I must of course
inspect it,” I added.
“The only things going up it are what YOU put up it,” Ray
groused. He tried closing his ass cheeks but I fought him and managed
to wedge my finger inside him. He groped for my hair with his
handcuffed hands but I bobbed my head out of the way. With my finger I
began sawing in and out of his hole. “Yep, we need to get this hole of
yours clean as a whistle!” I said. He groaned and seemed to press his
loins against the pillory. Poor man! He had my finger up his ass and
my bikini hanging from his dick! Oh well, he deserved all this
punishment for being a pervert, in my opinion.
We slathered our hands all over Ray and finally ran out of
water. We took our bucket back to the faucet and filled it again.
Lugging it back to him, we splashed him down to get all the bubbles off
him.
“I’m cold,” Ray complained.
“You’re a prisoner, dear,” Kate said. “You don’t get hot
showers in a prison, least of all a dungeon!” Our bikinis got wet when
we splashed him but we didn’t worry about it. In fact, carrying our
bucket back to the faucet once more, Kate suggested we do each other.
We found barrettes amongst the dildos lined up under the whips on the
wall and pinned up our hair.
“I’ll wash you first,” Kate told me. I thought she would
simply wet her hands and start bathing me but instead she first walked
me over to a suspension frame. “The water’s so cold, you’ll feel better
about it if you can’t resist,” she said. She lifted my wrists above my
head and snapped them into rubber cuffs. “Besides, Ray might want to
admire you while I bathe you,” she added. I glanced at him. He stood
drinking in my figure. I was proud of it, and I stuck my young boobies
out at him. My nipples were desperately hard. Kate put a spreader bar
between my ankles and I didn’t mind a bit as she opened my legs and
showed my pubis to Ray. I was hungry, and not for food. I smiled at
Kate. She grinned, then wet her hands in the bucket and began by
rubbing my breasts.
“Ohhh, your nipples are SO hard,” she teased. I flinched and
bit my lip and threw my head back. It felt so good to have a pair of
hands tending to my teats. I really didn’t care that they were a
woman’s instead of a man’s. I felt depraved. I thrust my hips at her
and hoped she’d scrub lower.
Kate’s hands smoothed bubbles across my belly. “You’ve never
been pregnant?” she asked. I nodded my head no. She slapped my tummy.
“Well, neither have I, but there’s always a first time, isn’t there?”
she grinned. She placed a finger between my legs and felt for my spot.
“Ohhhhh!” I shouted.
“My, you’re hungry,” Kate observed. “Such a little hussy!
Here, little whore, does this feel good?” She rubbed my cunny and I
couldn’t help but blush and puff out my cheeks and nod that it did.
“Well, you’ll just have to wait your turn, because I intend to
go first!” Kate said reprovingly and slapped my bare bottom with her
hand. We both looked at Ray. He was watching us with haggard eyes.
His cock, despite being jammed between the boards and pinned with
clothespins, pumped itself at us. He flexed it and jabbed it and all
our little bikini things hanging down from his penis shook like washing
in the wind. My bra, which hadn’t been pinned for some reason, fell to
the floor.
“Tch, they don’t make clotheslines like they used to,” Kate
observed. “Thank God,” she added with a smile. She turned back to me
and quickly finished bathing me. She ran her hands up and down my legs,
and finally over my arms and my ass and my back. She palmed my face to
make me feel fresh. Fortunately my makeup was waterproof.
“Alright, now you do me,” Kate said when she’d released me. I
strung her up for Ray’s amusement and then set about washing her. I
started with her bosoms. “Yours are so nice and large,” I said. I
cupped them and felt their weight.
“Yours will be just as big as mine when you’re 20,” Kate
smiled. She looked at my breasts. “You don’t have to worry.”
“Thanks,” I replied. I scrubbed her nipples with my fingers,
making her swoon, and then did her belly button and her cunt. She
laughed and tried to close her legs when I rubbed her snatch. I hadn’t
bothered to buckle her ankles into the spreader bar. Her legs kicked a
little but I forced her to open to me and she finally let me rub her
cunny as much as she pleased. I looked over my shoulder at Ray as he
watched me washing her snatch. “Yes Ray, she’s nice and wet,” I
teased. Kate gasped with pleasure. I wanted to keep rubbing her but I
moved on to her thighs. She seemed to regret my departure. She kept
her legs apart just in case I wanted to return. I didn’t, though, I
wanted to get our baths over and done with. There seemed so much more
we could do, I didn’t want to miss out on any of it!
We let our hair down when we were done with our bath and went
sashaying back over to Ray. He was absolutely desperate to cum. He
constantly strove with his hips to somehow burst the pillory. His dick
wiggled, despite our clothespins and bikinis, hoping to spurt. I’m sure
no child molester was ever tortured better than Ray!
“Should we really permit him to cum? He’s been so bad!” Kate
asked me.
I put a finger to my lips. “I don’t know. He should probably
be made to fuck ladies for the rest of his life to keep him from liking
little girls,” I suggested. I had to put a hand to my cunt, the thought
was so exciting.
“Yes, he must be made to like and admire real women, by being
made to fuck US!” Kate agreed. “In the interests of Law and Order, of
course!”
“Of course!” I replied. She batted my hand away from my cunny.
“As Nudie Policewomen we must set the highest example,” she
reminded me.
“Yes,” I agreed. We were playing, pretending. I tried to
imagine myself in a policewoman’s jacket. I couldn’t imagine wearing a
skirt or pants right now, though. Not now. Just the jacket, perhaps.
Ray would supply my nightstick.
Our only problem was that we didn’t have another child
molester. It was just Kate and I, Enforcers of the Law of the Pussy,
plus Mr. Ray. I looked at her and she looked at me. How could we
resolve who would ride his nightstick first? We drew closer. We wanted
to tease. Our breasts butted up against each other. Our nipples were
like thorns. I thrust my bush at her and she pushed hers at me. Our
tummies touched. Our fingers, at our sides, drew close and dueled. My
breath mingled with hers and hers mingled with mine. Our noses rubbed
together.
“You smell nice after your bath,” Kate confided in me.
“Thanks,” I replied.
“Hey, don’t leave me out!” Ray blustered. We giggled at him.
“He’s so hot... maybe we should warm up a little too,” Kate
said to me.
“Okay,” I replied. My mouth lisped the word. I was
compliant. I felt wanted, loved. She took my hand and led me over to
the wall. There was a plastic mat leaning there. She motioned to me to
take it and together we laid it out on the floor in front of Ray.
“Have you ever done 69?” Kate asked me. I shook my head no.
“It’s pretty easy,” she said. “One person lies down and the other
mounts them.” She lay down on the mat, taking a little pillow from the
shelf first, which she placed under her head. Her knees were bent up
and she opened her thighs, showing me her bush. I stood over her. I
made to kneel.
“No, silly, you don’t want to put your face over mine!” Kate
laughed. She pointed at her bush. “Put it down there. And I’ll lick
yours.”
“That’s...” I gasped.
“Don’t worry, I’m not a lesbian. Men like it,” Kate assured
me. I glanced over my shoulder at Ray. He sensed I was a novice and
his hunger for breaking in new girls rose up within him.
“Do it,” he commanded me.
“Ray, you’re hardly in a position to tell me what to do,” I
observed, putting a finger to my cheek.
“A prisoner’s entitled to some entertainment and you got no
goddamn T.V. down here,” Ray said. I smiled. I really did like him,
even if he was a pervert.
“Alright Ray, just this once,” I said. “But please don’t cum
while we’re doing it. You might shoot stuff all over us, and I’ve just
had my bath.” I settled onto the mat. It was weird, kneeling with my
cunny right over Kate’s mouth and my face looking down at her bush.
Kate smoothed her hands over my thighs reassuringly and drew me closer
to her lips.
“Down girl,” she advised. I let her pull my hips down toward
the mat. Of course before my hips reached the mat I felt her nose bump
against my bare crotch. Her breath caressed my twat. She parted me
with her fingers. I laughed.
“This is so silly!” I said, and instantly gasped as I felt her
tongue invade my slit.
“Noooo, please!” I begged, but I had to drop my own face down
to retaliate, I realized, or she’d soon have me making an orgasmic fool
of myself, all alone, in front of our pervert-friend Ray.
I licked at her snatch. It had a flavor of honey. She poked
her tongue deeper and I stabbed back. I giggled again. It was so
unreal, eating out a female with a man standing nearby, his pecker
caught between boards, his balls slung up in a sack. I think it was the
unreality of it that allowed me to fall into eating a woman. I began
feeding within her dell and she mouthed mine.
I gasped. I heard her gasp. We were two joined as one. Her
mouth was steady and moved gracefully, her tongue digging ever deeper.
I tried to be as attentive as she. Kate gripped my thighs again. Her
nails dug into my flesh but I was too busy feeling the pleasure of her
tongue in me and responding in kind to cry out. All else was lost.
Ray, his penis, his pent-up seed and his pent-up desire, his glorious
balls imprisoned in the sack I’d tied around them.
We orgasmed. We came almost simultaneously, Kate and I, and I
heard Ray moan with yearning somewhere, but I ignored him. I tongued
her more deeply and strove with my hips upon her face. Kate sensed that
I wanted to go again and she did too. We dueled in each other’s slits
with our tongues. We climaxed again. We sought a third and found it.
I wanted to roll off her after my third orgasm but there was no
way to do it. I would fall on the hard stone floor. So, captive on the
mat, I remained above her and we tongued at each other’s slits some
more. We came again, then again, and I was beginning to feel dry,
despite her moist mouth in me.
Reluctantly I rose up on my heels. It drove my cunny down
deeper onto her. I sighed, looked back and lifted my bottom. I saw
Kate’s chin and then her nose and her eyes.
“Mmmm, that was fun,” she admitted.
“Thanks,” I said. She slapped my ass.
“Get off me, before we become lessies!” she laughed. With her
dew in my mouth I stood up, trembling with my latest release. She got
up after me and we hugged each other and gave each other a single kiss.
“You taste like me,” Kate smiled.
“You do too,” I smiled back. We separated but held hands to
keep ourselves steady. We were both still reeling from our many
orgasms. Such was not the case, however, with poor Ray. He really did
look like a punished prisoner now, his face grey and filled with want,
his chest drooping, his cock (unfortunately for him) sticking up like a
post.
“Poor baby, it’s time for you to shoot,” Kate told him. She
unpinned the clotheslines from his cock. She brushed away our bikini
things and we didn’t even notice as they fell to the floor. God, he was
SO hard! I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a hugely swollen cock. He
jabbed it at us, a look of desperation on his face, sure that we’d just
tease him some more and never really give him the milking he deserved.
“Alright,” Kate said to me. “One of us has got to mount him. It’s only
fair. He wants to shoot in a cunt and we must give even a prisoner some
conjugal visits.”
“I want him!” I said. I snatched at his penis. I was a little
girl with no money in a store full of candy.
“If you have him, then you must be the prisoner when we play
down here again,” Kate said to me. Her face was grave. I knew she
meant it. But I had my hands on Ray’s cock and they refused to let go!
“Alright,” I said simply. That was all the answer she
required. She took hold of my hips and positioned me in front of him so
that my dell could be easily pierced. I felt dry, but I knew he
couldn’t last long. As soon as I had him well within me he’d fill me
with gobs of his wonderful semen. Sooner, if I wasn’t careful. I
handled his dick as cautiously as I could. In his eyes I could see
there was no resistance left. One errant brush of a finger and he’d
loose all he had on my belly. But I wanted him inside me, not on me.
“Ready?” Kate asked me. I nodded. She helped me ease my hips
forward and I gasped as I felt Ray’s cockhead bump my slit and then sink
within.
Ray howled. He was so happy! He urged himself forward,
despite his imprisonment. I was tight but he was very hard and very
blunt. Kate pushed on my bottom, urging me forward. I moved my hips
closer to the stocks and felt Ray pierce me even more deeply
“Ahhhhh!” I cried. Ray’s voice rose to join mine. Kate shoved
me hard. I sunk down upon him and felt his manhood drive far up into my
womb.
With a triumphant shout Ray’s seed burst inside me. His penis
jabbed, I fought back with Kate’s hands at my bottom. Together he and I
rode, his pole in my cunny, Kate masterminding us both. Jets and jets
and more jets of sperm seemed to blast up within my womb. I moaned, I
swooned, Ray gritted his teeth and emptied himself in my softness.
When at last we were done Kate and I undid Ray from the
stocks. I could feel his juices sliding down my thighs as I worked. It
was a strange and wonderful feeling. Then we tripped upstairs, each of
us holding the other, and fell into bed.
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