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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SUMMER OF SIN
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Chapter Nineteen
It was inevitable, I suppose, thinking back on it. My aunt and
I sat in our bikinis on the sofa. We sipped drinks. Mine was a
lemonade with just a touch of vodka. Hers was a Bloody Mary.
We smiled at the others in the room. Our makeup was perfect.
Our hair had been fussed over for hours, earlier in the day, at the hair
dresser’s. Yet for all the attention we’d paid to our looks, we
nonetheless had a natural beauty about us, for we wore only our heels,
and our bikinis.
I gazed at the others in the room. Two guys, three girls.
That was all. It was a very small, and deliberately very private
party. We would engage in the ultimate depravity tongiht, and the
women, myself included, were on pins and needles about it. Could we
really go through with it?
Veronica sashayed into the room. She was blonde, like myself.
She moved with a stalking, cat-like grace. She was in control, exuding
a sense of command. Yet our two male guests grinned, mischievously, all
the same. For despite her air of authority, they’d put Veronica in a
most indisposed way this evening.
“I’ve never been to a Pregnancy Party,” I offered in a squeaky
voice to our hostess. Veronica turned. She regarded me with warm eyes
and smiled.
“None of us has, dear,” Veronica said. “This is the first for
us all.” She turned to the men. She eyed them with gleeful suspicion.
“Though you can never tell about men, hmmm?”
“I’m not a father,” Jim said.
“Me neither,” Frank said.
“Very well, boys,” Veronica said. She sat down on a couch
opposite our male company, beside my aunt, Rebecca, who was sitting
beside me. “After tonight you will be, of course. You know that and
accept that?”
“Sure, as long as we don’t have to get married,” Jim said.
“I’m much too wealthy to want a man spending my inheritence
with me, 24-hours a day, as is Rebecca,” Veronica smiled. She looked
over at my aunt. My aunt nodded. “We only want what’s hanging between
your legs, gentlemen,” Veronica assured the two young men across from
us.
“I still-- I still don’t think she should be included,” my aunt
said, looking at Veronica, but putting a hand on my shoulder.
“Auntie!” I cried. “I want to get pregnant if you’re getting
pregnant!” And I did, too. I didn’t want her leaving me out of
anything she did. Especially if it meant having a baby!
Veronica leaned out and looked past my aunt at me. Her bosoms
hung in her string bra like ripened fruit waiting to be freed from a
net.
“You understand, dear, that you’ll be a mommie if you let these
two virile men fuck you tonight, without birth control?” Veronica asked
me.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“That means you’ll have to change a baby’s diapers, and
breast-feed it, and wake up and calm it whenever it cries,” Veronica
said. Her eyes peered deeply into mine. At the same time, she reached
up behind herself and undid her top, behind her neck. It sprang loose
and released her bosoms. They hung full and soft off the front of her
body. They swayed. The men’s eyes watched them. Veronica’s nipples
grew into twin tips of excitement. Watching, the men’s own nipples,
tucked under the broad rim of their muscled chests, tautened with manly
desire. Both men shifted uncomfortably on the sofa.
We were all excited, I think. The men had come from work but
had retreated into a separate room to change, and sat across from us now
in the smallest of Speedoes. The front of each man’s swimsuit bulged
with his equipment. My tummy churned. I was both nervous and ecstatic.
“I want a baby if my aunt’s having one,” I said. My voice was
high and childish but I felt firm in my resolve. I didn’t want to be
left out!
“Alright,” Veronica said. She stood up. I leapt to my feet,
fearing something might happen without me. Veronica walked over to me
and gazed into my face. She put a hand to my flat belly. “It will grow
right here,” she said. She patted my tummy. I reached out and stroked
and palmed hers. We were both model-thin. In nine months, we’d be
bulging.
My aunt, perhaps herself afraid of missing out on something,
stood up. She put a hand over my tummy too.
“You might have twins,” my aunt smiled to me.
“Or triplets,” one of the men, still sitting across from us,
said. Veronica put a hand to my aunt’s smooth belly and patted it.
“With two guys, and three girls, things could get rather
confused,” Veronica warned my aunt. “None of us may know which man
really gave us our child.”
“Without tests, of course,” my aunt answered.
“We’ve promised them not to ask them to ever be tested,”
Veronica said. Her voice was soft, but tense.
“Yes,” Rebecca agreed.
“I’m ready,” I assured both women.
“Let’s undress, then,” Veronica said. She looked to my aunt
for approval. Rebecca looked worried but said nothing. Veronica
reached across to me and took hold of the ties of my panties. She
tugged on them. They loosened. I felt them fall down. I gave a small
shriek as my bikini fluttered to the floor. “Turn around,” Veronica
told me. I turned. My small feet stepped in the tangled remains of my
panties as I turned. I put my hands on my tummy and felt it. It was so
flat! Did I really wish to be heavy with child? I felt Veronica’s, or
was it Rebecca’s? fingers at my back. I turned. They were both undoing
my bra, I saw. A moment later my bosoms tumbled out of my tight little
bikini halter. The men, watching us as we undressed, uttered groans of
painful pleasure. They enjoyed the sight of it, but it made their
crotches heavy and bulgingly full with straining male desire.
We settled back on the couch. We were nude, my auntie and I,
as well as Veronica. Only our heels remained, on our feet, no
impediment whatever to the penises Veronica now invited the men to
display to our eyes.
Both men stood up. They were 20, both of them, young and tense
with desire. They skinned down their briefs and their penises shot
forward into our view. Their cocks shivered in the cool early evening
air of the room. Somewhere I heard a dog barking at something; a cat,
perhaps? Another dog? One possibly in heat? I didn’t know. The men
stepped out of their discarded Speedos and sat back down on the couch
opposite us. It was, after all, a party. Not a simple,
straight-forward fucking. Veronica had chosen men who, despite their
hunger to copulate, would be willing to be controlled. She would play
Mistress for all of us until the final denoument, at the end of the
night, was to take place.
“Very good. We can all see what each of us has to offer now,”
Veronica smiled. “I hope we’re all satisfied?” She glanced at me, at
my aunt.
“Yes,” my aunt said. She sat stone-still on the sofa. She
gazed across at the men, studying both of them intently. I grinned and
laughed.
“They look uncomfortable,” I suggested to Veronica. And they
did, with their big penises sticking so lewdly out in front of them.
“Of course, my dear,” Veronica told me. “They want to fuck.”
“May I help them?” I asked. I shifted on the sofa, hoping for
permission to rise.
“Not yet, sillikins,” Veronica said. She looked at the men.
“How eager she is! You are both, I trust, with a week’s weight of sperm
in your balls?” Both men nodded. “Good,” Veronica said. “Do you like
what you see, gentlemen?” They nodded again. “Very well,” Veronica
said. “Perhaps I should refill your drinks, then. We shall proceed
with infinite care and slowness this evening, gentlemen, given the
inevitable result of our tryst. I, at least, wish to savor what is
about to happen to me.” Veronica rose. She walked over to the two
men. She took each man’s glass from him. Frank had not finished his
drink and she waited until he had, quickly swallowing it down.
“I think I’m going to need to be drunk for this,” Frank said.
His eyes were wide. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a father.”
“And at only 20, dear boy,” Veronica, who was 22, reminded
him. “It’s why I chose you. I want the youngest, healthiest sperm
possible for my baby.”
“Yeah,” Jim said. “We’ve got plenty of that, I can assure
you. I do, at least.” He squirmed. His bare ass ground against the
sofa. “Can’t we just, like, do it?” he asked Veronica. “My dick hurts,
it’s so hard.”
Veronica bent. Holding both men’s empty glasses, she showed a
perfect posture as she dipped very low and placed a kiss on the head of
Jim’s penis. Her long blonde hair tumbled over his muscled thighs.
“I chose you boys because I knew you’d be good,” Veronica
said. She rose. “Don’t disappoint me. Do as I say. You’ll have full
rein to vent your fury on us at the end of the evening. With greater
passion, I dare say, if we girls make you wait for it.” Veronica turned
and walked with tight wigglings of her naked ass over to the wet bar.
Both men’s eyes remained utterly mesmerized, watching her every step as
she moved.
I gave a small cough. Frank, at least, broke his gaze from
Veronica’s bottom and looked at me. My bosoms shook as I coughed
again. “I’m tense, that’s all,” I worriedly assured Frank. I didn’t
want him thinking I had a head cold. I might be left out!
“God, this is going to be a great night,” Frank said. His eyes
were glazed. I realized, gazing at him, with his penis sticking out in
front of him, that he’d have fucked me even if I did have a cold. Or
the Black Death. It made me nervous and I coughed again.
“A night to remember,” Veronica concurred, taking liquor from
the wet bar’s refrigerator. Rebecca put a hand consolingly on my back
and rubbed it. But she kept her eyes on both men, savoring their
erections. I liked the feel of her soft, slim-fingered hand stroking my
naked back.
“I wonder if it will be a boy or a girl?” Jim asked.
“Both!” I said. I felt excited. I wiggled on the couch beside
my aunt. My soft, bare bottom felt delicious against the embroidered
brocade of the couch.
“I hope I don’t have twins,” my aunt murmured. She seemed lost
in her thoughts, submissive. Her hand caressed the slim blades of my
shoulders, set in my back. Her fingers felt protective against me.
Perhaps she understood the gravity of the situation better than I. For
me it was a grand adventure. Imagine, getting pregnant! And at only
13! Yet I wasn’t pregnant yet. We’d play all evening, the men only
being put to us at the night’s conclusion. How decadent it all was!
I gazed about the room. It was decorated with colorful pastel
balloons. They bobbed in the air. They were kept from escaping to the
ceiling by long, thread-like strings. The strings were weighed down by
boquets of condoms. Red roses were arranged by the dozen in vases of
sparkling lead crystal. Hearts, multi-colored, festooned the walls of
the room. And that was not all. Arranged on the coffee table that
separated us from the men, that we might all know for certain what
awaited, was a pile of baby gear. A baby’s bottle. A bib, with Tickle
Me Elmo printed on it. A teething ring. A box of cigars.
“Now, gentlemen,” Veronica said. She sashayed over to the
coffee table and set down a fresh tray of drinks. “Since you both have
such easy consciences about taking your pleasure on us, and forcing us
girls to endure the pain of childbirth, I think it’s only fair we girls
have a little fun.” Veronica gave each man his drink, taking it from
the tray, one by one, walking over to him and bowing submissively and
handing it to him. As she gave each man his liquor she briefly touched
the head of his long cock. Returning to her tray, she picked up a small
flagellum lying upon it. It had one cord. It was black and dangled
down from the flagellum’s black handle. I gasped. I feared Veronica
intended to do something to Rebecca and me with the small whip.
Instead, she turned to the men. “This is a penis whip,” she told the
men’s gaping eyes. “Please allow me to strike your cocks with it, so
you may, in a small way, understand what your fucking of us will do to
us. It won’t hurt as much as the pain of birthing a child, but it will
help you young men understand what’s in store for us girls.”
The two young men stared at Veronica. Now I knew why she’d
chosen them, instead of men who were older. Not only did she want their
young, healthy sperm. Not only did she want strapping young men whom
she could easily control. She also wanted, on this one night that would
forever change her life (and mine!) to give the men who would do us in a
taste of their own medicine.
“Oh! Don’t hurt them!” I cried. It shocked and excited me to
see the men taught a lesson. (After all, they weren’t hard from
worrying about how I’d feel nine months from now!) Yet, at the same
time, they were so beautiful, their long thick cocks stretching hard and
fierce between their legs, that I truly didn’t want to see them hurt.
What if Veronica injured them? What if she aimed for their dicks and
hit their balls instead? I knew a man’s penis was somewhat hardy, if
sensitive. But a misplaced blow to their testicals might keep them from
giving me the baby I wanted.
“Oh! Don’t! Please!” Rebecca, echoing my fears, called out to
Veronica. But our hostess bent and wickedly slashed her penis whip down
between Jeff’s legs.
“Wha-hoooo!” Jeff shouted. His drink nearly fell from his
hand. His back bolted upright. His penis quivered from the blow of the
small whip slashing across his cockhead.
“Yes,” Veronica smiled. “You gentlemen aren’t just going to
get to fuck freely. You must learn a little bit too.”
“Don’t hit my dick with that thing!” Frank cried. But Veronica
was quick, quick as a striking cat. She swished her whip across his
legs and brought it down with a sharp report on the meaty prong of his
penis.
“YEEEEOOOW!” Frank gritted. His liquor glass fell from his
hand. It tumbled to the rug. He shoved both his hands between his legs
and grabbed hold of his penis. He rubbed it.
“That thing hurts!” Jeff said angrily to Veronica. He massaged
his own staff, and looked over at Frank, to see if the other man was
forced to behave as he was. I giggled. They looked like two men trying
to pee, except they were both trying to assuage the pain of being
whipped!
“Such a pity,” Veronica said. “I’m sorry that it hurts,
gentlemen. Still, I want you each to have six. Spread your legs and
stick out your things, gentlemen. Perhaps I can be a little easier on
you. But not too easy-- I want you always to know how much we women
suffer having our babies, so you aren’t indiscriminate with your sperm.
You’re both so handsome. I know you’re not virgins. Have you ever
thought about what you’re possibly doing to a girl when you bonk her?”
“No,” Frank said, truthfully. He rubbed his fingers up and
down the length of his cock. There was a sharp movement of Veronica’s
wrist. With a savvy aim, she struck the part of his organ his hands
weren’t, at that moment, covering. Frank sat erect, and yelled.
“I didn’t give you permission to masturbate, Frank,” Veronica
scolded.
“Oooooh! I’m sorry!” Frank said. He frisked his hands along
the shaft of his penis more briskly.
“That’s two,” Jim said to Frank. He squeezed his own cock
protectively in his hands. But it was so big that half of it stuck out
beyond the end of his fist, and Veronica, turning, gave him a slash.
“EeeeeYOW!” Jim cried. “Damn you, woman!” His face flushed.
He massaged his cock furiously. “If you weren’t so beautiful I’d break
your ass for doing that to me!”
“Tsk! What you poor men suffer for love,” Veronica answered.
With delicate grace, she returned the penis whip to the serving tray.
When she turned toward both men again, they had their knees pressed
close, and their hands shoved down between their legs. “Open up,
gentlemen,” Veronica said. “I’m going to let you both get off--”
“Thank God!” Frank howled, and began rubbing his dick more
vigorously.
“Ahem!” Veronica said, clearing her throat. “I’m going to let
you both get off with the whip strokes you’ve already had. Take your
hands off your dick, Frank. You too, Jim.” Both men, to my surprise,
obeyed. “Open up,” Veronica said, peering at their groins, protected by
their closed thighs. Again, to my utter surprise, given what they’d
already suffered, both men spread their legs and offered us all a view
of their beautiful, jutting cocks. “Very good,” Veronica said. She
smiled.
“Keep your hands off that whip,” Jim said. An older man might
have reached over and grabbed it, but Jim was just shy of his teenage
years, and in obvious awe at the presence of a beautiful nude woman like
Veronica. He sat staring at her, his legs open, showing us his thing.
“Yes, gentlemen,” Veronica said. She looked at both men. “I
promise not to use my penis whip on you anymore, men, if you make a
promise to me.”
“What’s that?” Frank asked.
“You both must keep yourselves erect and vulnerable for the
entire evening,” Veronica said. “Display your cocks proudly. Keep
yourselves sexually ready. No matter what happens, no matter how deep
your sense of passsion or how crude the manner in which we girls use
you, you must retain your seed. At all costs, keep your sperm in your
balls, so that it may be made proper use of at the end of the evening,
in our cunts, getting all three of us pregnant. But, in the meantime,
keep your legs apart, your backs straight. Show your penises like
they’re flags. Be proud of their stiffness. Don’t cover your erections
with your hands and don’t close your legs, ever. Do you understand? Do
you see how you’re to offer your dicks to us, at all times?”
“Yeah,” Jim said. His voice trembled with desire.
“Open your legs more!” Veronica snapped. Jim spread his
muscled thighs. “All the way!” Veronica ordered. “When you are
sitting, your legs are to be spread to the maximum extent possible.
They are not to be used in any way to hide your sexual organ, or to try
to protect it.”
“I feel like a girl,” Jim said. He strained his legs apart,
showing us the engorged sight not only of his thick prong, but of the
bulging flesh-bag of sperm underneath it. Frank did the same.
“This will be a little like the Story of O,” Veronica told both
men. “I never liked how the girls made such an effort to show their
slits, but the men, apparently, despite the cut of their uniforms,
weren’t put under a similar strain.” She sashayed to the wet bar,
looking back over her shoulder at both our boyfriends. She slipped
behind the bar. She found a cap under the counter and put it on her
head. It was an oversized biker’s cap. It was made of black leather.
A silver chain ran across its front, above the cap’s peaked brim. I
shivered. The cap gave Veronica an air of command. Yet, at the same
time, being oversized, it made her look vulnerable too. She strutted
back out to the coffee table and eyed the penis whip lying on the drinks
tray. “Always you will both make an effort to make a rude and raw
display of your cocks, gentlemen,” Veronica said. She smiled. “Which
shouldn’t be too hard. But you will sit with your buttocks at the end
of the sofa, for instance. Yes, you may lean back. I want you to lean
back and rest. You will need your strength. But your cocks must not
rest.” She giggled. “Even if they could, of course. I know how randy
young men are. That’s why I chose you too. Still, you must always
strive to make a display of your penises while you’re here. I want you
to consciously think of it all the time. I want you to compete! Yes!
Always be worried that the other man might catch our eyes with a more
provacative display of his cock. Thrust forth your own. Show it with
pride. You desire to be picked to father all our children, if you can.
You desire to be a father three times over, excluding the other man
present. And we will tease and test both you, gentlemen, where it
matters. On your dicks. To see if you’re truly suitable. All this I
wish you both to keep in mind, and for that, I promise not to whip your
cocks any more with my penis whip. At the same time I promise you’ll
both be made fathers.”
“God. Whatever!” Jim groaned. He was sitting back now, as
Veronica wished. His broad shoulders rested against the back of the
sofa. But his butt was thrust forward, the cheeks half on, half off the
rich brocaded seat of the sofa. His dick waved in the air, all 12
inches of it. At the same time his big balls dangled off the edge of
the couch. Nothing supported them, and they looked like twin church
bells (very fat church bells!) hanging off the end of the couch, waiting
to be rung. Frank now sat in the same manner.
“Nice,” Veronica said. “And when I command you to stand and
walk, gentlemen, you will do so like show ponies, thrusting forward your
dicks in competition with each other. Do you understand that too?”
“Yes,” Frank groaned. Jim nodded. Yet I saw in their eyes,
despite their agony at being so hard, and so teased, a bright desire to
show us their long, hard organs, in all their male glory. They were
both visibly proud of their dicks, and glad to be able to show them off
to us. I licked my lips. I felt agitated. Could I bear to watch such
a beautiful display, or would I leap from the couch and assault those
twin, perfect cocks? That was the question now! Beside me, I felt a
similar thrill run through Rebecca. Her hand clasped the back of my
neck and squeezed. She knew what I wished to do, for she wished to do
it herself. But she held me back, and kept her seat, though her hand
slipped between her own thighs and lightly brushed her dell.
“Now I need two sturdy fellows to bring out two pairs of
trestles,” Veronica said. “Plus a stool,” Veronica added. “Two stools,
now that I think of it, for the legs of short-stuff here will have to be
spread.”
“What?!” I asked, knowing immediately she must be speaking of
me. I, at 13, was definitely the shortest.
Veronica laughed. “Yes, dear,” she said. She turned to me.
“We will play our first game now. It’s called ‘Tongue Tied.’ Do you
know what sort of game it is? Hmmm? It’s like musical chairs. You and
your sister-- I mean, your aunt. So young for an aunt! You and your
aunt will both present yourselves over a trestle. With your legs
spread, of course. Always we must all keep our legs spread. In front,
you’ll both grip the front bar of the trestle with your hands. If
necessary, your hands will be tied to it. And, most importantly, each
of you will have your faces lifted, as you’re bent over. Lifted like
this,” Veronica said, lightly placing her fingers under her chin. “With
your mouths offered, like so, you will both be the central feature in
‘Tongue Tied.’ It’s a game like musical chairs. As the CD plays, the
men will move between the two of you. Each man will thrust his penis
into your mouth, for a second, then pull it out again. This will
continue until the CD suddenly stops. Then one of the men will be left
out, and have to have a spanking on his ass.”
“Left out?” Rebecca asked. “But there’s just Chloe and I, and
Jim and Frank.”
Veronica smiled. “I’m going to play too. I’ll be wearing a
strap-on dildo, and play just as if I were a man.”
“I’m going to have to suck on a strap-on dildo?!” I asked,
alarmed.
“Yes,” Veronica said. “And before the night is through, we may
well play with something other than your mouths. Perhaps you’ll both be
made to offer your cunts, or your bottomholes, for the game!”
“No,” Rebecca breathed.
“There are all sorts of fun things one can do, even at a
serious affair, like a Pregnancy Party,” Veronica assured us. She
looked at the men. “Go into the hall. You’ll find a closet there.
It’s supposed to be a linen closet, but I’ve got two wooden trestles
stashed there. Bring them out and let’s begin.”
“Okay!” Jim and Frank said. Eagerly they both got up from the
couch. I slipped an arm around my aunt’s waist and hugged myself close
to her.
“Auntie, I’m not sure I want to do this,” I confessed.
“They’re so big! What if I gag on them?”
“It’s-- it’s just a game, silly,” my aunt said. But her voice
was afraid, uncertain.
The men brought in the trestles from the closet in the hall.
Each trestle was heavy. It took two men to lift it. They walked with
grand smiles. Men are ever happy at the thought of a female being
rendered helpless. I watched, gripping my aunt’s waist with both my
arms. I was scared. The men carried the trestles at waist height.
Their naked cocks banged against the wood. I wondered if the unfinished
wood of the trestles would put a splinter in their cocks. I hoped so.
Perhaps it would spare me the wickedness of the ‘game’ Veronica had
planned for us.
“The tops are padded, as you can see, girls. For your
comfort,” Veronica told my aunt and I. And they were, too. Big, black
pads, that added to the weight of each trestle. At the base of each
trestle-leg was an iron cuff. A girl could be put either way across it,
and her ankles fitted smoothly into the cuffs to render her helpless.
Except, in my case, I was too short for my feet to reach. That’s why
they’d put me up on a pair of stools.
Along the lower part of each trestle ran a bar. In the middle
of the bar I saw that the wood was worn, as if someone had gripped it
very tightly. The trestles were old. The pads were clean but the
trestles showed years of use. There were cuts and chips in the legs of
each trestle’s leg. Something had struck the legs, many times. I
gasped as I realized the trestles’ true purpose. My aunt and I were
merely to play a game, but someone else had used the trestles time and
again for a more sinister purpose. If the legs were that marred, what
condition could the poor bottom of the person put over the trestle be
in? I clutched tight to my aunt’s waist. I felt her breathing
quicken. She was scared too.
“Girls?” Veronica said. She beckoned to my aunt and I.
Slowly, my aunt rose from the sofa. The warmth of its cushions parted
company from her bottom; mine too, as, clinging to her waist, I was
forced to stand with her.
“It-- it is just a game, right?” my aunt said. Veronica
laughed.
“How nervous you are, Rebecca! Of course it is just a game,”
Veronica said. “I bought these trestles second-hand. I can’t account
for what use they were put to before.”
“I can guess,” my aunt said. She slipped her hands to her
thighs, then swept them back to her bottom. She held it protectively.
“Me too!” I said. I let go of my aunt’s waist and put my own
palms to my tushy.
“Right this way, girls,” Veronica said. “Let’s not keep the
guys waiting. Jeff? Frank? Please help our young ladies here into the
proper posture. Chloe will need a stool under each of her feet.”
“Two stools?” Frank asked.
“Of course. Her legs are to be spread wide apart, dear,”
Veronica said. I felt my bottom wiggle in my clutching palms. My
cheeks pressed tight.
“Don’t bonk me in my ass,” I told Frank, as he brought two
stools from the hallway closet. He set them down behind the trestle.
“Get up,” Frank said. “I don’t promise anything to a girl
who’s about to be tied.”
“Frank!” I said, alarmed. “Promise you won’t bonk me in my
ass!”
A sly grin came to Frank’s face. I looked fearfully at his big
prick.
“That’s up to Veronica,” Frank said. “I’m not promising your
little ass anything at all.”
“OOOOOH!” I said. My voice was full of disgust. I kept my
hands firmly clapped to my bottom, even though my aunt was already
letting Jim put her over the trestle set out for her. “Veronica?” I
said. “Please tell Frank he’s not supposed to bonk me in my ass.
Only-- only my mouth.”
“Yes, dear,” Veronica said. She took my arm, like a groom
fetching a bride. She led me up to the twin stools. I was made to step
up onto one with both my feet. I was unsteady in my heels. Veronica
held me. She made me bend over the padded trestle. Then she had me
split my legs, placing one of my feet on the other stool. I felt like a
fish lifted up onto the scales. My legs made a bold vee behind me,
showing the pink fig of my slit. My arms dangled down in front. Frank
fitted my chin into a vise on a second trestle. It was a trestle set in
front of the trestle I was lying over. It’s purpose was to support and
make a display of my head, my mouth. For the game. I realized as Frank
pushed my face into the vise that I hadn’t actually gotten a promise I
wouldn’t be bonked in my ass.
“Don’ bon’ my ass, Fwank,” I tried saying.
“You look like Lady Godiva, trying to belly surf,” was all
Frank said in reply. He adjusted my chin in the vise. Then he
tightened it. It pressed up against my cheeks.
In a few minutes both my aunt and I were tied over the
trestles. Veronica decided to bind our hands, to make sure we didn’t
try to protect our mouths with them. Our legs were split in wide vees.
I stood on the two widely-separated stools. I offered myself, in
behind, as Veronica wished. I hoped nobody got any ideas, seeing my
bottomhole made so available. I felt the air of the room caressing my
upturned bottom. It whispered against my rapidly moistening slit. The
trestle was high for me. I felt awkward poised over it. My ankles were
tied to the legs of the stools, making a lewd display of my most private
parts. My bosoms hung off me like ripe fruit, waiting to be stolen. I
glanced at my aunt. I couldn’t move my face, only my eyes.
The vise was tight against my cheeks, so that I couldn’t turn
my head. My aunt suffered the same indignity. Together, each of us
bent over a trestle, we offered our mouths. Our mouths were open, each
a perfect O, waiting to be filled.
The men were delighted. They showed us their cocks. They
waited eagerly for the game to begin. Veronica got a strap-on dildo and
had the men help her with it. When it was attached, she looked just
like a boy in front. A big erstaz penis stuck up from between her
legs. It arched out in front of her. But the fake cock did not come
with any balls. She looked like a neutered guy. That didn’t lessen the
length of the dick she was sporting, though. It was a full 12 inches,
just like the penises of Frank and Jim!
“I’ll start the CD now,” Veronica said. “I’ll punch in a time
so it will stop after a certian point, without me having to stop it
myself.”
“So you’ll know how many seconds there are before it’s going to
stop,” Jim said. “That’s no fair!” He stood with his hips thrust out,
showing his cock like a prize summer sausage.
“Dear,” Veronica said. “There’s no other choice. The game
should really be played with more people. Would you gentlemen like to
stop everything, put on pants, and go out for the evening? Perhaps we
could find another guy to play with us.”
“No. That’s okay,” Frank said. He looked at Jim. “She’s a
girl, anyway. She needs the edge.”
“Right,” Jim said. He looked at Veronica and said, “I hope you
realize that if you lose a round, your ass has to get spanked. Don’t
tell Frank and me that we’re the only ones who suffer when we lose.”
“We’ll all get spanked, whichever one of us loses a round,”
Veronica agreed. She wiggled her ass. “But just one spank. It’s bad
enough I’m going to get pregnant. I don’t want to have to eat my
breakfast standing up tomorrow. Or lunch or dinner.” The men grinned
lasciviously.
“What if we cum?” Frank asked Veronica. His voice was sober.
“That you mustn’t do,” Veronica said. “You’re both grown
boys. Try to control yourselves. Promise me, okay, guys? I want to
keep you both sexuall ready until morning. The game’s designed to
tease, that’s all.”
“We’ll do our best,” Jim said. He grinned.
“Yes, please do,” Veronica said. “Please, guys,” she implored
them. “I’m sure Rebecca and Chloe don’t want a face-full of sperm. Not
this early in the evening. Look how nice their makeup is! And their
hair! Let’s keep them nice and fresh for our other games, okay? Now,
I’m going to start the CD. Each of us, including me with my fake prick,
with stuff ourselves into the girls. Try not to make them gag.
Especially little Chloe. After you’ve presented your dick to them, move
to the other girl. Give her a suck. Then switch back to the first
girl. But with three of us playing, there will always be an ‘odd man
out.’ That’s the one who gets spanked when the music stops. Ready?
“Ready,” Jim said.
“Ready,” Frank said.
“I’m no’ weady!” I blurted. They all looked at me.
“You’re just the mouth,” Veronica laughed. “I’m sorry if
you’re not ready, but you’ve no choice, dear. Do your best to receive
what is offered to you.” She looked at Frank and Jim. “And remember
men. No accidents!”
The vise pressed tight against my cheeks. I sucked at the air
with my O-shaped mouth. Homemade pads were wrapped around each prong of
the vise. They were soft, hand-sized towels. They kept the metal of
the carpenter’s vise from rubbing against my skin. The towels pressed
in on my cheeks. They kept my mouth forced open. It was the same for
my aunt. Veronica regarded us, then went to the wet bar and returned
with a can of RediWip.
“I’m going to up the ante a little bit, by squirting whipped
cream into each of your mouths,” Veronica told my aunt and me. She had
no need to say ‘open wide.’ We already were. Our tongues lolled on our
lower lips.
SQUIRT!
Veronica gave me a squirt first.
“Oooh! Ith colth!” I said. The RediWip chilled my tongue. I
tried to withdraw my tongue into my mouth to warm it. When I did,
Veronica followed my tongue in and filled the whole inside of my mouth
with cream. Then she did the same to my aunt.
“Oooooh!” I heard Rebecca sigh.
“If you girls need your mouths warmed, there’s two men here,
each of whom has a warm poker he’d love to put into you,” Veronica
laughed. She looked at the two men. “Gentlemen, shall we begin?”
“My engine’s started,” Jeff said.
“Mine too,” Frank agreed.
“Don’t get too revved up, gentlemen. We’ll still need both of
you full and hard for our next game, and our game after that,” Veronica
warned. The men nodded, dumbly. I hoped they kept their promise. I
was practically gagging already on the cream Veronica had forced into my
mouth. I didn’t need any more!
“Wild thing” began playing on the CD. The men were delighted.
They began prancing around in front of us. Then Jim excitedly thrust
his cock into my aunt’s mouth. Frank put his thing to my lips.
“Oook!”
“Ooop!”
My aunt and I were stuffed, filled with the men’s long stems of
cock-flesh. We tried not to gag. My cheeks, caught in the vise, were
completely stuffed. I tasted saltiness, mixed with the sweetness of the
cream.
Veronica watched, the fake cock tied to her waist hanging off
the lowest part of her belly. Her eyes were proud.
“Work your dicks back and forth,” Veronica told the men.
“Quick, even thrusts. One, two, three!” She clapped her hands. “Now
pull them out, men! Let me have a turn!” She walked forward. Her big
fake prick danced lewdly in the air. She presented it to my mouth.
“Suck,” Veronica told me. I did. I hated it, but I did. Jim gyrated
his hips, for he had been butted aside by Frank, moving from me to my
aunt. He had nowhere to put his big penis.
“I gotta unnnh! cum!” Jim groaned. He thrust at the air with
his hardened cock. It gleamed with whipped cream from my aunt’s mouth.
I wondered if she was now tasting some of the cream which had been
squirted into my mouth? Yes, she must be. “Hurry up!” Jim said.
The music continued. Frank pulled out of my aunt. Veronica
took her penis, slathered with cream from my mouth, and presented it to
my aunt’s lips. Rebecca took it as gracefully as she could. Jim,
meanwhile, delighted to finally have someplace to put his cock again,
stabbed it at my face. I accepted it, gagged a bit, then found his pee
hole with my tongue and swirled my tongue around it.
“Yes!” Jim gasped. “Do that again!” I did. He jerked his
hips. He fought to control his desire to spend. “Ahh. That’s so
delicious,” Jim said.
“Ooogh!” was all I could say in reply.
A sudden flush filled me. For a moment I swooned, and seemed
to pass out. In the distance I thought I heard someone say “Page.” Did
I hear it, or imagine it? But who was Page? Then, like a Tamagouchi
being suddenly brought back to life, I was me again, and testing my
bonds, and finding them tight about my wrists.
The music stopped.
“Frank!” Veronica cried. With her fake penis still presented
to my aunt’s lips, she turned her head. She grinned at him. She gave a
thrust of the fake cock hanging off her belly, lodging it deep in my
aunt’s mouth. My aunt made a choking sound. Frank looked with crazed,
dilated eyes at the spectacle of a girl offering a well-hung dildo to my
aunt’s lips, while Frank himself had noplace to put his own erection.
Frank’s cock throbbed with need. He grabbed his balls suddenly and
yanked them down, a technique I’ve since learned is used to prevent
ejaculation.
“Do you need to do something, Frank?” Veronica taunted. She
made my aunt, still emitting a strange sound from her throat, take ever
deeper thrusts of the fake cock strapped to her belly. Slowly, with
Frank watching, Veronica then withdrew the big penis. My aunt gasped,
relieved. Her saliva sparkled on almost the entire length of the big
thing. Jim, meanwhile, kept his own member in me. I sucked it
submissively, and tightly, hoping to keep him from pushing in hard like
Veronica had done to my aunt.
“Oh! I could hardly breathe,” my aunt moaned. She took
several deep breaths as Veronica withdrew completely and pranced away.
Our hostess, the big cock still dangling off her belly, bent and picked
up her riding crop.
“A swat for you,” dear Frank. “Turn around, please,” Veronica
said. I heard my aunt breathing beside me. They were full, long-drawn
breaths, like someone might take after almost drowning. Jim reluctantly
pulled out of me and turned to see his comrade get whacked on the
bottom.
Veronica made Frank bend over and clasp his ankles. He
protested, but all was heady and wild now, with both men sporting dire
erections and my own aunt even taking penises down her throat without so
much as a complaint uttered afterward. I glanced at her, not able to
move my chin but trying as best I could to see her out of the corner of
my right eye. She continued taking long breaths but seemed more
absorbed with the fate of Frank’s bottom now, than with the possiblity
that she might be suffocated by a cock in the next segment of our game.
As for myself, I was deeply worried someone might go too far with me.
But I didn’t want to seem babyish, so I said nothing.
THWACK! Veronica’s crop thudded sharply into Frank’s behind.
He gave a low, growling wail. Veronica instructed him to stand upright.
“Your punishment is over, for the moment,” Veronica said
happily. She reached out and traced the mark she’d left on Frank’s ass
with her finger. “You have a hairy butt,” she told Frank.
“Enough. Let’s continue,” Frank groaned. He reached back,
pushed Veronica’s hand away and rubbed his behind with his palms. His
cock, now that he was standing straight again, bobbed thickly before my
eyes. I longed for it. I waggled my hips and wished Veronica would
start the music again. If my aunt could deep-throat Veronica’s thing, I
told myself I could do the same. But with Frank. His banana-like cock
was both a challenge to me, and an invitation. I would show my auntie
that I could take a guy’s prong all the way!
“Gentlemen, I want you both to relax,” Veronica said. She
gazed at the men’s wickedly stiff penises. “You are both going to learn
to control your desire to spend,” she said. “You’re going to learn to
enjoy the feeling of frustration, and you’re going to learn to ride
it.” She waved her crop, as if to enforce her role as domme over them.
“Sit down, gentlemen,” Veronica instructed. “Both of you take a seat on
the couch. I’m going to prepare you both a big strawberry slushy, full
of protein, because in addition to including a whole banana I’m also
going to mix in an egg. That will increase your sperm count further,
giving you even more vigor in your balls.”
“I don’t need any more vigor in my balls,” Jim moaned. He made
a thrusting motion with his hips, offering his big cock to the air, to
our eyes. I felt myself wetten between my legs, watching it.
Veronica rubbed her belly. It was soft. Her navel dimpled its
center. Its bare, flat surface was an invitation: ‘fill me up. I’m an
empty womb waiting to be used.’ Veronica licked her lips.
“Gentlemen, since we’ll be praying that you don’t ejaculate
until the party’s over, there’s a little something you’ll both be doing
a lot of in the meantime, to keep us girls amused,” Veronica told the
two men.
“What’s that?” Frank asked. He stood with his hips thrust
forward, as Veronica wished, his cock displayed and his hands
protectively covering his behind. Jim, having yet to taste the crop,
stood merely with his hips pushed forward, letting his gentials protrude
but with his hands dangling impatiently by his thighs.
“You’re both going to do a lot of peeing,” Veronica told our
two gentlemen. “That’s why I’m going to spend the next few minutes at
the wet bar, preparing big drinks for you. Then, while you both drink
and fill your bladders, I’m going to attend to our ladyfriends here,
Rebecca and Chloe.”
“What are you going to do to them?” Frank asked, turning his
gaze to myself and Rebecca. Perhaps he wished to see us both cropped,
as he’d been.
“I’m going to cool down their hot little pussies by rubbing ice
between their legs,” Veronica said. “They mustn’t get too overheated
too soon. We want their maximum energy saved for the end of the
evening, when their wombs are to be impregnanted. As well as my own,”
Veronica said.
“Of course,” Frank groaned. He seemed resigned, suddenly, to
the fact that this was, indeed, going to be a real sex party, and
nothing was going to happen quickly. It wasn’t going to just be some
boy-oriented gang bang. We girls were going to be thought of every
moment, and our need for teasing satisfied. I wiggled in my bonds and
felt my bosoms swing beneath me. Yes. I liked teasing. I watched with
avid eyes as Frank retreated to the sofa and sat down. He winced as his
bottom came into contact with the rich cloth. Veronica had given him
quite a stinger on his buns. I felt a thrill that he might get more of
them-- imagine, a man with his tight little buns all wealed, unable to
sit for perhaps two whole days, forced to take all his meals standing
up, with his cock dangling over the dining table! The very thought of a
male being put in that condition made my knees tremble. I felt a desire
to do the job myself, whipping a man repeatedly until he was totally red
all over his bottom. I would wear black, sexy leather, and a smart
cap. I would make his big body obey whatever whims or desires coursed
through me. And I would do it all before even entering into the eighth
grade!
Veronica mixed the men’s drinks. They sat forlornly on the
couch. They gazed at each other’s erections, comparing thickness,
length, finding themselves almost equal in size. They tried talking
about sports; it didn’t help.
“Keep your butts well forward on the couch, your legs spread,
your cocks offered to my eyes,” Veronica called to both men from behind
the wet bar.
“I feel like some kind of a gigolo,” Jim moaned. I watched as
both his own penis and Frank’s, each in a state of raw excitement,
emitted drooling gobs of pre-cum. The clear fluid burbled out of the
top of each man’s sky-pointing penis and ran down his shaft. The
product accumulated in the hair decorating his balls. Neither man could
stop the flow. And, deliciously, a misplaced touch or perhaps even a
sexy word might cause either man to jet forth the full load of his
sperm.
“Mmmmm,” I heard my auntie say beside me. She was, I guessed,
staring at the same spectacle I was.
“They look like the two World Trade Towers in New York,” I said
through vise-compressed cheeks to my aunt.
“Yes,” Rebecca answered. “I hope they don’t blow... up!”
Veronica, mixing the men’s drinks, heard us and laughed.
While both men drank what Veronica had prepared for them, she
herself took two big ice cubes and stood behind myself and my aunt. She
pushed the cubes right up between our legs, frankly, and massaged our
exposed cunts. We were both moist, myself and my aunt. We watered the
cubes with our excitement even as they lubed and wettened us. I gasped
at the chill, as did my aunt.
“Ooooh! They’re so cold!” I cried. The vise holding my chin
distorted my speech. Veronica laughed and pressed the cube up harder
into me and my aunt.
“You will both take much more than just ice cubes in your
cunnies before this night is through!” Veronica said. She pressed both
ice cubes against our proffered figs until the heat from our bodies
melted them completely. In the end, only her wet fingers remained,
diddling in our slits.
“I’m finished,” Frank announced. He set down his glass on the
coffee table in front of the couch.
“Good. Come here,” Veronica said. “I want you to take a
moment to milk our two fine cows.”
“What?” Frank asked.
“You’re to be a milk maid, Frank,” Veronica laughed. “Come
over here. I’ll get a nice soft cushion for your ass to sit on. Plop
it down underneath these two girls and suck and fondle their bosoms.
How sweetly they dangle down, their nipples all perky and full of
desire! Milk them, Frank! Apply your rough hands to them and work the
tit flesh until both girls swoon with a desire to espress milk from
their bosoms. They don’t have any yet; but your seed, pumped into them
later this evening, will reap a reward in their tits in a few months.
Then perhaps we’ll meet again, and you can milk their pregnant bodies
and find a real reward flowing from their tits into your mouth.”
Frank was under myself and my aunt in no time. He grasped our
bosoms and yanked on them like we were real cows. My aunt shrieked. He
was rough in handling us. I myself let out a protesting scream. Yet
Veronica kept her moistened fingers buried up in our cunts. She
pleasured us there as Frank tugged on our tits like some starving man
desperate for a meal. We gave what we could offer, filling his mouth
and his grasping hands with our bosom flesh. But we were not yet with
child. We could only offer the touch of our softness, the aroused
points of our tits. We could not fill his belly with milk, as he
wished.
Jim, meanwhile, rose and presented himself to me and my aunt.
Veronica did not protest as he stabbed himself into our mouths, each in
turn, and urged us to find nourishment ourselves from the long staff of
his cock. We sucked him, hard. We longed for food from his penis and
balls with the same randy relish that Frank sought nourishment from our
tits. Veronica, meanwhile, kept on rubbing my aunt and me between our
legs.
“Yes, dears, enjoy it,” Veronica said to myself and Rebecca.
My aunt shouted as she broke through to an orgasm. I followed quickly
after. We panted. Veronica removed her fingers and our passion
subsided. Jim withdrew his cock. He was still hard; somehow he’d
avoided cumming. Frank was called forth. He scrambled up from under my
aunt and I, eagerness showing in his eyes. My tits hurt, but I didn’t
complain. The ‘musical cocks’ game was to begin anew. Veronica went to
the wet bar and fetched a new treat for my aunt and I to put in our
mouths.
This time it was yogurt. From the wet bar, Veronica called to
me and my aunt and asked us which flavors we liked.
“What flabors to youu have?” I asked between vise-clenched
cheeks.
“Vanilla, coconut, lime, lemon, cherry...” Veronica called
out. I chose cherry. My aunt chose coconut.
Kneeling before each of us, Veronica spooned the yogurt into
our mouths. She told myself and my aunt not to swallow. We were to
hold it there, for the men to glory in with their cocks. When my mouth
and Rebecca’s were quite full, Veronica started the CD again. ‘Wild
Thing’ began playing. It was now in the middle of the song.
Prancing, dancing, loving the feel of their hardened cocks and
the freedom both of them had been given, Frank and Jim swayed their hips
in time to the music. Jim poked me in my mouth with his cock. He
shouted at the feel of the refrigerated yogurt upon his glans. Frank
gloried in my aunt’s O-shaped lips. Both men tried to make us take as
much as themselves as possible. I coughed. Rebecca mewled out a
protest. Suddenly, the music stopped.
“Huh? Oh, dear! I meant to punch in a bigger number!”
Veronica cried. She was standing by the CD player, bare bottomed, with
the ersatz cock still hanging off her lower belly. Frank let out a
whoop and pulled himself from my aunt’s mouth.
“Your turn to get your ass whacked!” Frank said gleefully.
“No, I’m not included in that part!” Veronica said. But Frank
picked up the riding crop and ordered her to bend.
It was a severe stroke, delivered with all the lusty vigor a
man of Frank’s strength could give. Veronica broke into tears. She
rushed from the room and down the hall into her bedroom. Frank
followed. When they returned he said he’d found her standing in front
of her bedroom mirror, examining the weal he’d given her.
“It hurts,” Veronica told Frank. Tears still brimmed in her
eyes. But she was holding his hand. They turned, gazed into each
other’s eyes, and kissed.
“I know it does,” Frank answered.
Yet another new food awaited my aunt and I, for the game’s next
round. Veronica drew a bag of frozen blueberries from the refrigerator
at the wet bar. She popped the berries into my mouth. Then she put a
handful into my aunt’s mouth. She told us to hold the berries in our
mouths. We did. The game started anew. The men shoved their dicks
into the blueberries my aunt and I were holding in our mouths.
“Oook! I swawwowed a booberry!” I protested, as Jim’s jabbing
cock sent one down my throat. It felt cold. I shivered. Frank laughed
and tried to force a blueberry down my aunt’s throat. She opened her
lips wider. As his cock thrust into her, she let the blueberries pop
from her mouth and fall onto the floor. I didn’t blame her. Neither
did Veronica, who only laughed. To protect myself from swallowing any
more blueberries I let the ones in my own mouth pop out.
“Oh, well, if the men are going to be inconsiderate, then never
mind the blueberries. I don’t want either of you gagging on them,”
Vernonica said. She put her fake penis to my lips as the men moved, in
time to the music, around us.
Frank thought up a new development. It was his own invention.
Instead of stepping back, waiting by our heads while Jim and Veronica
plugged us with their cocks, he went to our tails. Rebecca let out a
shout as Frank stuck his dick up her cunt. He reamed her pussy while
Jim, at her head, shoved his penis into her mouth. Veronica fucked me
with the fake dick slung to the front of her belly.
“Oh! You are not supposed to go *behind* the girls!” Veronica
shouted.
“I’ll be damned if I wait around for you and Jim,” Frank
answered.
“My turn, then!” Jim said. He broke contact with my aunt’s
mouth and dashed back to her rear-end. Frank reluctantly, in time to
the pulse of the music, pulled out of my aunt’s twat and made way for
Jim. As his friend impaled my aunt, Jim impaled me. Veronica moved
from my mouth to my aunt’s with her big pretend penis.
“Oh! Ooooooh!” I gasped as Frank lodged himself deep in my
cunt. Was the party to end now? I hadn’t taken any birth control this
evening. One spurt from Frank and I’d be a mommie. Beside me, my aunt
shouted in an impassioned voice that the men were being too eager, they
were to wait! But the strength of her protest was mitigated by the
moans of pleasure she emitted between her words. Jim slid his thing up
and down in the tight clasp of her gripping cunt. He panted. He
sounded like a dog in heat as, indeed, did Frank. They seemed to be in
a race now to see which of them could sperm us first.
All of a sudden the music stopped.
“Oh, dear. You’ll both need to get your asses whacked!
Neither of you is in a girl’s mouth, where you belong,” Veronica said.
Her own fake penis jabbed at my aunt’s lips as she spoke. Though she
could feel nothing along the big shaft, Veronica seemed disappointed
that she had to desist in feeding the long thing to my aunt.
The two men gave a groan. With manly reserve, they both slid
out of my aunt and myself. They walked forward.
The swats, when they were delivered, made both men howl with
pain. I watched with fascinated eyes the wobbling of their stiff dicks
between their legs. Their balls bounced jauntily.
“There!” Veronica said. “That will teach you both not to fuck
our guests without my explicit permission. Which I now give, since it
let me spank both of you,” Veronica said.
“Thanks,” Jim groaned. He let go of his ankles and stood
upright. His hands flew to his ass.
“Your first weal of the evening, Jim. You should be proud,”
Veronica teased. “Take away your hands and let me see it.”
“Unh, you don’t have to be quite so hard,” Jim said, obeying.
He lifted his palms and showed Veronica his twin buns.
“Mmmmm, right there.” Veronica said, satisfied. She drew her
finger along the weal she’d made on Jim’s butt. He shouted and winced.
“Just don’t hit my balls with that thing,” Jim said. He
glanced back over his broad shoulders at the crop Veronica was holding.
“Of course not, Jim. I’m not wicked,” Veronica said. She bent
and kissed his behind. Jim groaned at the touch of her lips. She ran
her tongue along the entire length of his newly-imprinted weal.
“How lovely,” I heard my aunt breathe.
“Would you girls each like a weal, so you can have your bottoms
licked too?” Veronica asked us.
“Yes,” my aunt said, softly.
“Not me,” I squeaked.
Veronica stalked around behind us. She laughed. I felt my
bottomcheeks tighten.
“Yeeeeoowwwch!” I heard my aunt suddenly scream. The men
applauded. Veronica moved behind me.
“Pwease don’t!” I blathered through vise-compressed cheeks. I
felt something touch my behind. I jerked. I thought it was the crop.
A scream, set to rise in my throat, stopped. I moved my ass
lasciviously, wishing I could hide it somewhere, but quite unable to.
Jim, seeing tears spring to my aunt’s eyes, fetched a kleenex
and daubed her tears. Frank found a squirt tube of lotion. After
spreading some on his own ass, he went behind my aunt and squirted some
out on her crop-heated skin.
“I could use some of that too,” Jim said.
“I’ll rub your hairy ass after I take care of hers,” Frank
laughed.
“And mine, please,” Veronica said.
“Okay,” Frank answered.
Veronica bent and kissed my bare fanny. She ran a finger up
between the cheeks of my ass and centered it on my tail bone.
“Chloe, you’re the only one who still has an unmarked bottom,”
Veronica said in a voice that was deep, soft and delicate with emotion.
She cupped one of my ass cheeks and squeezed it. “Where shall I put
it? High, or low, or right in the middle?” she asked.
“I don’ want to be spanked!” I protested.
“But you must, Chloe,” Veronica answered. She stroked my
proffered ass, relishing my helplessness. “Perhaps on the underside,
hmmm? Where the skin is softest and most senstive?”
“No!” I bleated.
“Poor little Chloe, a crop’s sting is nothing compared to
birthing a baby. Did you know that?” Veronica asked.
“I knoooo,” I breahted, changing ‘know’ to ‘no’ in hopes of
avoiding the wicked instrument.
Jim brought me a drink. He had placed a bendy straw in it and
he offered the straw to my lips. I could not resist it, any more than I
could resist the crop Veronica was threatening me with. He inserted it
and ordered me to drink.
“I want to see you pee on the floor,” Jim whispered to me.
“Jim!” Veronica, overhearing, answered. “I don’t want the
girls peeing on my floor!”
“Put something underneath them, then,” Jim said. “I can’t
resist the thought of the two of them forced to bend over like this,
their mouths offered to my dick, and Frank’s, while they pee on the
floor.”
“How is your bladder coming along, Jim?” Veronica, still
palming and stroking my bottom, asked the young man. “Do you feel a
need to pee yet?”
“Of course,” Jim said. “That’s what inspired me to have Chloe
here fill her belly.” I sipped on the drink as he held it to my lips,
sucking on the straw. We were so lewd! Yet I was utterly helpless. I
could resist neither him, nor Veronica’s crop, nor the tugging of
Frank’s hands when he had earlier been ‘milking’ me like a cow.
“Chloe, you will have your stripe just like the rest of us,”
Veronica told me. “Right here on your bottom.” She pushed her finger
into the fat in the underside of my right bottom cheek.
“Noook!” I said over the straw forced between my lips.
“We must all pay a penalty for being so naughty, Chloe,”
Veronica told me. “Frank will soothe your bottom afterwards, just as
soon as he’s done with Rebecca and Jim and me.” She massaged my cheeks,
loving their silky feel, loving the thought of imprinting them with the
crop.
“Oh, pwease!” I begged again. The longer she made me wait, the
more I feared the crop’s kiss. I tried to dislodge the straw from my
lips that Jim was forcing upon me. He laughed, made me keep it in my
mouth. He warned me, pressing at my mouth with his finger to center the
straw in my lips, that he himself would crop me if I didn’t suck down
all of the drink he was offering me.
THWACK!
The crop suddenly bit into my bottom. My hips jerked. My
fanny cheeks contracted, hard, then spread open as if in offering, then
hunched in on themselves again. My tits shook upon my chest.
“OoooooHooooo!” I shouted over the straw forced between my
lips.
“Such a darling little bottom,” Veronica said, behind me.
“There. You have your mark now, just like the rest of us. Be a good
girl and do as you’re told or I’ll see you’re given another. By one of
our strong-armed men!”
My bottom burned. I sobbed. Jim put a handkerchief to my eyes
and daubed them. The handkerchief was moist from my aunt’s tears. It
was the same one he’d used on her. I wobbled in my bent-over stance,
but could not kneel. I tried rising but my tied hands and vise-pressed
cheeks prevented me. I was captive, punished, and held. I was
remorseful but nobody much noticed or cared. They wished to use me,
that was all. I was a bottom, a mouth. Breasts. I was not me anymore,
except to the extent that I could plead or protest. I was flesh, to be
marked or filled up or made to pee.
Frank finished consoling my aunt’s bottom with lotion and moved
to my own. He rubbed my ass with his strong hands. He enjoyed kneading
my soft, rounded spheres in his hands. Jim, meanwhile, drying my tears,
made me finish my drink. Veronica chose a new song for the next stage
of our game.
When our next tune was played, my aunt and I had baby food in
our mouths. How strange it was to be plunged into by the men’s penises
while having a mouth filled with food for infants! The music stopped,
eventually. Frank was rodding me in my cunt when it did and he had to
get a new mark placed on his fanny.
Then we began again, this time with my aunt and I chewing on
Gummi Bears. Jim lost that time. Veronica awarded his butt a slap from
her crop.
Next, the game proceeded with my aunt and I chewing on M and
M’s. The sharp candy shells around each M and M were broken open by my
teeth and my aunt’s. They created a new sensation for the men’s
penises. Frank and Jim relished the feel of the broken shells scraping
along their dicks. The soft chocolate center of each M and M slicked
their way. Each time they pulled back from us, the chocolate left long
trails of brown on their cocks.
“We must do them in their bottoms,” Frank said to Jim.
“Yes,” Jim answered.
“Not yet, gentlemen,” Veronica said. “I’m not letting you two
push yourselves that far. You’d cum for sure in their tight little
asses.”
“And thank God for it,” Frank said, as the music suddenly
stopped.
“You’re odd man out again,” Jim said to Veronica.
“I hate being struck with the crop,” Veronica said.
With languid grace the hours proceeded. My aunt and I had
bowls placed between our legs. They were made of fine china. Veronica
took a feather and tickled us between our legs with it, urging us to
pee. We did. First me, then my aunt. The men watched. Delight showed
in their eyes. When we were finished, the last drops having fallen from
our cunts, Veronica wiped us. Then she made the men sniff the
pee-stained kleenex she’d used.
“Ah,” Jim said, inhaling. “God, I want to cum.”
“Stop thinking about your dick and enjoy the moment,” Veronica
scolded him. She pinched the taut flesh of his member. He winced.
“Let me sniff their pee,” Frank said. Veronica passed the
kleenex to him. She’d used the same one on both myself and my aunt.
Nothing was private here, not even the kleenex we were wiped with.
“Yeah, smells good,” Frank said.
“It smells great!” Jim said. “It makes me want to pee too.
Can we, like, force them to drink our pee?” Jim asked Veronica. The
woman laughed.
“No, gentlemen. Let’s not be that obscene. And what a mess it
would make, hmmm? I’m going to let both girls up now. You gentlemen
are going to entertain us next.”
And so they did. A rubber mat was spread out on the floor.
Each man were given a bottle of baby oil. Veronica told them to squirt
the mat until it was nice and slick. Then, each man was given a
pillow. He was made to kneel on the mat, facing his comrade. At the
word “go,” Veronica made Frank and Jim engage in a pillow fight. We
girls sat on the couch, watching. We howled with glee as the two men
slid around on the mat, whacking at each other with their pillows. The
whole time their cocks, still unspent, stuck out obscenely in front of
them. The men slammed each other’s heads with the pillows and,
frequently, aimed at each other’s dicks. When they weren’t trying to
knock each other senseless, they were trying to knock the other guy’s
penis off. Or at least to cause him to spurt his load uselessly onto
the mat.
“Boys, don’t be too hard on each other!” Veronica warned. She
promised to whack their butts with her crop if they didn’t obey. But
boys will be boys, and ours were no exception. They roughed each other
up until Veronica was certain the next thudding pillow to crash into
either man’s groin would make him spend himself. “Tsk! They’re going
to make the mat even greasier than it already is,” Veronica said. She
stood up. “That’s enough, boys!” she cried. She swatted Frank across
his shoulders. She hit Jim on the back of his neck.
“Hey!”
“Hey!” the two men cried.
“Now put down your pillows,” Veronica said. “Draw close to
each other. I want you to make up to each other by peeing on each
other’s dicks.”
“What?” Frank asked.
“That’s sick!” Jim said.
“I said that Chloe and Rebecca had amused you, and now you two
were going to reciprocate,” Veronica said.
“Yes!” I shouted, from the couch. I looked at my aunt. She
had gleeful eyes.
“Pee!” my aunt agreed.
So the two men reluctantly presented their penises to each
other and agreed to wet each other down. They stared at their opposite
number’s cock. Neither, for a moment, could start. Then, suddenly,
with an inspiring whack on his bottom from Veronica’s crop, Jim began
peeing on Frank. His piss hit Frank’s dick, ran down the uplifted
shaft, and wet Frank’s pubic hair. Frank shouted and offered a tribute
of his own. It hit Jim square in the belly.
“Piss!” my aunt shouted.
“Pee!” I cried. We clapped our hands together as we watched,
delighted by the men’s complaince, by the spectacle they presented.
They wet each other’s loins until each had emptied his bladder.
“Very good,” Veronica said. “Now please step out onto the
carpet and I’ll bathe your genitals for you so you both can be nice and
clean again.” She did, on her hands and knees, wiping each man down
with a washcloth placed in her mouth. Twice she rose up and went to the
wet bar’s sink and rinsed the cloth under the tap. The men volunteered
to clean themselves but Veronica refused. It was her job, she said.
She left both men quite clean when she was done, ready for more sex
play.
When the clock showed 5 a.m., Veronica said it was time for all
three of us girls to let the men make us pregnant. We retreated to her
bedroom. We knelt up on her bed and presented ourselves to the men, in
classic style, on our knees with our bottoms lifted high. We spread our
legs to let the men penetrate our cunts all the way to our wombs. The
men, frazzled with lust, mounted us with near disbelief. Were they
finally being allowed to spurt? They could barely believe they’d gone
the whole night without coming. Yet, somehow, under Veronica’s
tuteledge, they had. Now it was time for them to actually relieve
themselves. With shocked delight they plunged into our cunts. Veronica
had them do me and my aunt first. She would wait, she said, for she had
made the men wait, and it was only fair. I think she liked seeing other
girls having it done to them.
“Oh! Auntie! I’m going to be a mommie!” I cried to Rebecca.
“Yes! Me too!” Rebecca sighed.
Mounted and penetrated, we bucked against the men as waves of
bliss overcame us.
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