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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SUMMER OF SIN
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Chapter Five
Rebecca’s dress was finally untied completely and Helene drew
it off her as if unwrapping a package. My aunt’s bottom quivered
appealingly as the dress was removed. Helene’s small, perfectly
manicured hands were printed in red all over Rebecca’s bottom, though
the marks of the spanking had subsided a little now and were slowly
turning to pink. I had been a hard spanking. I marvelled at how the
delicate Helene, with her white skin and coifed red hair, could have
delivered such a hard smacking with just her bare hand. She could be
quite a fierce woman, I guessed, if she wished to be, and the thought
made me tremble all the more.
Rebecca gave a toss of her long brown hair. She was nude now,
as if for her bath. Yet there was no water down here, in the basement,
that I could see. Just whips, chains; implements and furniture designed
solely for the pupose of producing pain. And on the most sensitive
parts of the body.
Sheepishly Rebecca placed her hands over her pussy. Her nude
figure presented a ravishing image, especially as she still had on her
high heels. Just above each shoe, wrapped around her ankle, was a slim
leather ankle restraint. We’d both fetchingly donned them before
leaving our house. We’d thought just to tease, yet our suggestion of
being restrained had been taken seriously by Helene, at least, and now I
was bound fast to a bench and Rebecca looked soon to be bound herself.
“Ah, it is a little late for modesty, don’t you think,
Rebecca?” Helene asked. She put her hands down between Rebecca’s legs
and slowly pried her fingers away from her dell.
“I’m-- I’m nervous,” Rebecca admitted. Helene slipped a hard
finger between the girl’s legs and slowly massaged her slit. Rebecca
watched, her hands stroking her own thighs along their outside flanks.
“Of course you are,” Helene said. “You know how painful such a
visit to a place like this can be, don’t you?”
“Y-Yes,” Rebecca said frankly. One of her hands slipped back
behind her and rubbed her fanny. “It already is,” she confessed.
“Ah, that was such a little warm up,” Helene smiled. “The real
work, the real effort, is yet to begin. Isn’t that right, Johnnie?”
Helene asked. My bow-tied friend lifed his head.
“Yes,” Johnnie agreed. He was entertaining himself by running
his fingers absently through my hair, watching as I worked my hips and
bulged the cheeks of my bottom, trying to fend off my need to pee. His
cock, long and hard and in need of a place to lodge, jutted rudely into
the hair of my head, leaving droplets of precum in it, gleaming like
pearls.
“Oh, please let me cum!” Rebecca gasped, as Helene pressed more
vigorously and deliberately with her finger between my aunt’s legs.
“No, dear... have I drawn you that close to bliss again?”
Helene asked. My aunt bit her lip and nodded. “Thank you for warning
me, dear,” Helene said. “You will be punished a little less because of
it. But I must warn you that anything can happen down here, anything.
Girls have been tatooed, branded, pierced... and in the most indiscreet
of places, down here. It will be up to you to tell me when to stop, do
you understand? Do you remember the code word I told you upstairs?”
Rebecca, still biting her lip, nodded again. Her long hair bounced
delicately over the bare, tear-stained cheeks of her face. Her back
stiffened, the tail of her lovely mane swishing across it. Her hair
seemed now like a garment, offering her a little protection from the
room’s painful devices. But it only covered her head and her frail
shoulders and the upper part of her back, leaving all else nude and
exposed. Her fleecy pubic hair did nothing but accentuate the state of
her nakedness.
“What’s my code word?” I yelled, tugging at my bonds. I wished
to use it at once. I had to pee quite badly and had no intention of
doing it in public.
“You are a newbie, dear,” Helene said, turning to me. “You
don’t have a code word. You’re under my care, and I will see to it that
only so much happens to you as a newbie deserves.”
“Oh, but I--” I began, only to find my pleading mouth suddenly
filled with Johnnie’s bulgingly hard cockhead.
“Thank you, darling,” Helene said to Johnnie. “How convenient
your thing is for gagging recalcitrant girls.”
“Uhn, yeah,” Johnnie said. His member made my cheeks bulge.
It was so big! I tried to bite it. But I knew I would be in very deep
trouble, even with Rebecca, if I bit it. So I bathed the intruder with
my tongue. I tried to tickle him into spurting. “God,” Johnnie
grunted. An emission of precum oozed into my mouth. I shrieked.
Feeling that stuff coming out of his penis, directly into my mouth, made
me feel like a human toilet. I wrenched my head back. Johnnie thrust
his hips forward to keep me from breaking our contact. “Relax,” Johnnie
told me. “Girls have sucked cock for millions of years. Don’t try to
be different. Accept what I give you and try not to play too much with
your tongue over it, or we’ll both be unhappy, me with spent testicals
and you with a mouthful of tiny, white wiggling sperm.”
“Ack!” I cried. The way he said it... it was true! Sperm were
alive. They were like tiny fish. The thought of all those live little
sperm being jetted into my mouth made me go easy on his penis. I let it
lay on my tongue. I felt it throb with his pulse. He had a big organ,
and I had the head of it in me, and he was willing, I knew, to shove a
lot more of it in me if I didn’t behave. I tried to lie still over the
pillows.
“Now that we have you undressed, dear, it’s time to dress you
again, in sex things,” Helene said to Rebecca. “Come, let’s see about
putting something on those perky nipples of yours. They’re such a
distraction, sticking up like they are.” I looked at my aunts’
breasts. She had a beautiful pair, white and firm and large. Atop each
was a perfectly round nipple. From within its center a stem jutted up,
begging to be sucked. It was not a baby’s mouth, or even her own,
however, that Helene intended to put upon it. She took my aunt’s hand.
She led her over to a wall. Reaching up, she took down a pair of
objects. Each was shaped like a small cone. Helene took one of the
cones and placed it against the nippled tip of Rebecca’s breast. When
the cone was over the tit, and pressed hard into it, Helene gave it a
twist. My aunt shouted. Her hands, incongruously, flew to her dell and
covered it. A moment later, even as she winced at the pain in her tit,
I saw she was frigging her slit with her fingers.
“Mmmm, no my dear... I can see your hands are going to be a
problem,” Helene said to my aunt. Rebecca bit her lip and murmured
something I couldn’t hear.
“Yes, hand cuffs will be quite necessary, I’m afraid,” Helene
said. “Turn around, darling.”
My aunt, one of her tits imprisoned in a cone while the other
stemmed freely, turned her back to Helene. The redhead took hold of my
aunt’s elbows and, pulling them back, drew Rebecca’s fingers out of her
slit.
“Oh, please don’t!” Rebecca begged.
“Yes, it’s the only way,” Helene said. “You know that.”
My aunt resisted a little, finally let her arms be drawn back
completely and stood with her wrists pressed together. Helene, leaving
her like that, went along the wall, looking amongst the variety of
objects hanging upon it for a pair of cuffs. When she found them, she
returned to Rebecca, and snapped them over her hands. My aunt pulled at
the cuffs and found that her arms were bound firmly behind her. There
was no escape now, unless she wanted to run upstairs with her hands
locked behind her. What a spectacle that would be! Suddenly, as I
imagined it, my aunt dashed for the stairs. Her hair bounced over her
shoulders. I twisted my head, watching her slim, bare back, and when
she turned again, stepping up onto the stairs, the springy freedom of
her breasts. One of her tits offered its stem at the tip of her
jiggling mounds, the other stemmed within the enclosing cone. Her
bottomcheeks, marked with red hand prints, wobbled nervously above her
hurrying legs. Between her legs I knew she was wet. She wished to cum
and free her nipple and free her hands and cool her bottom, all at once,
and she ran up the stairs with a desperation in her stride. Yet around
her ankles, just above her high heels, were the ankle straps she’d
fitted onto herself before coming here. I watched them as her body and,
finally, her feet disappeared up within the stairwell.
I did not see the next part, but I can relate it, having learnt
the full story afterward: My aunt dashed to the top of the stairs. She
bent over and used her mouth to grip the handle of the basement door and
open it. She ran through Helene’s house. As she ran, there was a
ringing sound, coming from the front door. My aunt headed for the door
and, reaching it, she bent and managed to open it using her mouth.
Rebecca blinked at the flood of sunlight that came through the door as
it opened. It illuminated the darkened parlor. A man stood outside the
door. He was reading the paper, and appeared to have been standing at
the door, waiting, for some minutes.
“Ah, Rebecca!” he cried. It was a man we had met while dancing
the previous night. Rebecca, unbeknownest to me, had given the man
Helene’s address. And, also unbeknownest to me, she’d told Helene the
man would be coming. For his part, the man knew only that he was
greatly fond of Rebecca, whom he’d just met the previous night, and
that, being given the address of Helene, whom he’d never met, he was to
wait at the door. ‘Do not leave,’ the instruction had been, whispered
on the dance floor by Rebecca. He was over 40, old enough to be her
father. Perhaps my aunt felt a certain amount of girlish glee now, as
she presented her nude self to him at the door. He gazed at her
figure. She stood with her hands awkwardly bound behind her, her sex
wet, her one nipple imprisoned while the other stood free. Her lips
parted in a pretty cry and her eyes widened, as if in disbelief.
The man, as it turned out, was not a stranger to life’s more
exotic enjoyments, and he stepped within the parlor and quietly closed
the door. He put his newspaper that he’d been reading down on a chair.
He had been carrying an umbrella, because the weatherman had spoken of a
chance of rain, and this he put in an umbrella rack standing inside the
front door. He looked at my aunt. She stood tremblingly in the center
of the parlor, seemingly at a loss as to what to do with herself. With
her hands bound, there wasn’t much she could do, save perhaps tense and
untense the hot, reddened cheeks of her naked bottom.
The man’s eyes savored the flatness of her belly, the width of
her hips, the slimness of her waist. They delved with interest between
her legs, gauging the wetness of her sex, then lifted to gaze at the
curious spectacle of her one nipple imprisoned in a tight-fitting cone,
fitted to just the tip of her breast, while her other nipple stemmed
free. He did not waste time looking at her face.
“Turn around,” the man said to Rebecca. Hoping perhaps for
assistance in freeing her hands, my aunt turned and showed the man her
back. Her bottom bulged to his eyes, her wrists pressed against its
reddened cheeks. “Bend forward,” the man instructed. Rebecca heard the
sound of a zipper behind her. Tensing her thighs, biting her lip, she
leaned forward, trying to keep her balance on her high heels.
The man opened the fly of his pants. His penis, growing
rapidly with the excitment of her nudity, was pulled free by his fingers
from the confinement of his shorts. Dressed in his suit, still wearing
his jacket, the man produced his considerable erection and advanced
across the room to where Rebecca stood leaning forward. He gripped her
hips with his hands. He prodded at the soft wet sex between her legs
with the head of his cock. Rebecca gasped. She leaned forward more,
letting her breasts hang freely beneath her, like udders on a cow, and
begged in a soft whisper for him not to hurt her.
The man laughed. “You have chosen, I’m afraid, the wrong man
if you don’t want to be hurt,” the man said. He stabbed his cockhead
into her, forcing a gush of air from her lungs and a long, high-pitched
scream.
“What is going on here? Who are you?” Helene asked. She
walked into the parlor. She was wearing her long-sleeved, high collared
shirt, and her nipples could be seen, vaguely, through the silky
material. They stood erect, indenting the shirt, letting one know even
if one could not see through the material of the shirt too well that
they were most definitely there. She was holding a riding crop. As she
gazed at the strange man, with his cock presented so rudely between my
aunt’s legs, Helene reached behind herself and unzipped her miniskirt.
She let it fall to the ground. The man gazed with wonder at her trim
bush, his cock meanwhile urging itself hotly against the lips of
Rebecca’s quim.
“Yes, you’re in paradise, my dear boy,” Helene smiled. “Though
you may find it’s a rather painful paradise, if you choose to stay. I’m
glad you could come,” she said.
“I had to wait by the door for fifteen minutes,” the man said.
“I was beginning to look rather foolish, standing there ringing the
bell.”
“Ah, but it was worth the wait, was it not?” Helene asked. She
stepped out of her skirt, which lay in a pile around her ankles, and
walked over to the man, now wearing just her white stockings, her heels,
and her modest (in comparison to the rest of her) shirt. She tapped her
open palm with her riding crop. When she reached the man she tapped the
crop to his trousered bottom. “You look well built, for a man of your
age,” Helene said.
“Thanks,” the man answered. He jabbed his cock within the
folded lips of Rebecca’s cunt.
“Ah, ah!” Helene smiled. “A bit hasty, aren’t we?” she asked.
She slipped a hand between their joined bodies. She pressed it lightly
against the man’s groin, urging him to pull back from my aunt. She
observed his penis, its length, its hardness, as it removed itself from
the warm juncture of Rebecca’s thighs and displayed itself to her view.
“My, such a specimen,” Helene said. “I should like to see something
like that on display for quite a while. Have you ever worn a cock
harness, dear boy?”
“No,” the man said.
“My friend is eager to have her womb fertilized, but we can
wait at least until tomorrow for that, can’t we?” Helene smiled up at
the tall man. “Let’s get you downstairs and see what sort of things can
be fitted around this big organ of yours. Such a pity it would be if it
spent to soon! You will have to leave when it does-- do you
understand?” Helene said.
“How much will this cost?” the man asked.
Helene laughed. “You think us whores? Oh, we are not whores,
sir,” she said. “Just girls being naughty. Do you have any daughters?”
“No,” the man croaked, as Helene passed her thumb over the tip
of his penis, wiping off a droplet off precum.
“You would if you did,” Helene said. “Come downstairs with
us. There’s another gentleman there, a servant of mine, and a girl
who’s been bad. Otherwise, we’re quite alone, and a bit in need, eh?”
Helene asked, her glance darting to Rebecca. “Stand up straight, dear.
You look like a horse presenting herself in a stable. There will be
time enough for that, I assure you. Stand up and face our new guest and
try to act like a girl who knows how to behave herself in front of a man
old enough to be her father.” Helene giggled. “Sir, have you had any
extramartial liasons? Were you free with your sperm when you were
young? This could be your daughter, you know. Did you ever meet any
randy American girls, 20 years ago?”
“Uh, one or two, but--” the man said.
“She is from America, isn’t that right, dear?” Helene asked
Rebecca. My aunt faced the man and nodded. She was still biting her
lip. Her brown hair bobbed sweetly along the sides of her face. It
hung over her shoulders, but wasn’t long enough to cover the bold
outcurve of her breasts.
“Did you fuck any girls from America two decades ago?” Helene
asked the man.
“A few,” the man stammered.
“Good,” Helene said. She stood on her tip-toes and kissed the
man on his cheek. Then she turned his head, slightly, and with an
urging impress of her lips to his ear whispered Rebecca’s code word to
him.
“A code--?” the man asked.
“Yes, if she absolutely can’t stand it any more,” Helene said.
“Otherwise, since she hasn’t spoken it yet, you may do to her whatever
you wish. Fun, isn’t it?” Helene asked.
“Not if she’s my daughter,” the man said.
With slow, deliberate hands, admiring every facet of his body,
Helene urged the man out of his clothes. Everything was removed, there
in the parlor, until the man was a naked as my aunt, save that in his
case he didn’t have to display his nudity in awkward high heels, or with
his hands cuffed behind him. Helene stroked his cock with soothing
hands.
“So big,” Helene said. “You’re in quite good shape for a man
of 40.”
“I work out every day,” the man said offhandedly. “Been doing
it since I was 15.”
“It shows,” Helene said. She flicked a drop of precum off the
tip of his penis with her sharp-nailed finger. “And your cock? How
often does it get a workout?” Helene said.
“Often enough,” the man said. “Although,” he added, “You are
one of the finer specimens to admire it.”
“Thank you,” Helene said. “You’re a true gentleman, sir. And
would you do me one other favor?” she asked.
“What’s that?” the man said.
“When we go downstairs, when we arrive, the first thing I want
you to do is bring me off. In front of Rebecca here, and our other
female friend, Chloe. As mistress it’s my right to come as often as I
please. Think of ways you might pleasure and coax me as we go
downstairs, hmmm? A girl can come much more often than a man.” The new
guest reached a hand between her legs. Helene jumped back. “Not yet!”
she laughed. “In all things, in these sorts of games, there must be
waiting. Just think on how you will do it, until we get downstairs.
Come, let me show you my house.” She took his arm.
“I don’t really need--” the man began.
“Oh, I know you don’t,” Helene said. “A big guy like you has
just one thing on his mind, hmmm?” She glanced seductively at his
cock. It wobbled as he took a step forward, pulled by her arm, that
she’d looped through his. “But, like I said, my friend and I aren’t
whores. So let’s have a look around, hmmm? Say some nice things about
my paintings, and my vases with the flowers in them. Then we’ll go
downstairs. If you’re good I may even let you be in charge, a little
later. But first you must prove there’s a gentleman under that big,
beastly body of yours.”
“There is, don’t worry...” the man said and, restraining an
impulse to just grab Helene, throw her over the nearest chair, fuck her
brains out and leave it to her to figure out whether she liked it or
not, he muttered, under his breath, “I think.”
Helene, holding on to the man’s arm, patting its big, bulging
bicep with her small, perfectly-nailed hand, looked back at Rebecca.
“You lead, darling,” Helene told my aunt. “We’ll admire your
figure as you walk.”
With flouncing steps my aunt walked past Helene and the man.
He gazed at her reddened bottom.
“How’s your ass, dear?” Helene asked my aunt in a sardonic
voice.
“It hurts,” Rebecca replied.
“Yours may too,” Helene said to the man.
“God, what a bottom,” was all the man, staring at my aunt,
could utter.
Johnnie, meanwhile, continued to thrust his penis into the warm
confines of my hair. He would let my blonde mane caress his erection,
then, when he feared spilling his seed, he would pop the head of his
cock in my mouth. It was a dangerous game, for Helene would surely
subject him to intense punishment if he came. Yet, waiting for our
mistress to return, he was too stiff to simply stand about. He had to
do something to pass the time. And pleasuring his penis was what he
chose. Having my wet open mouth so available to him didn’t help him
avert such a choice. Every time he stuck his big thing in my lips,
forcing my cheeks to bulge with the thickness of it, I prayed that he
would somehow retain himself, to keep me from gagging on loads of his
sperm.
Helene came down the stairs with our new guest. I craned my
head back, hearing the new male voice. Helene laughed and introduced
him to me.
“This is Chloe,” she said, pointing at me lying bottom upward
over the pillows on the bench. “You’ll enjoy thrusting into her, and
spanking her too, if you wish.”
“Helene, I have to pee!” I cried out. I had to go quite badly
now, and couldn’t restrain the working of my hips as I otherwise lay
completely bound over the pillows.
“I do too,” Rebecca confessed. Her eyes were downcast. She
bit her lip as I watched her. Yet her legs bent at the knees and
splayed apart, offering her cunt. She thrust her hips forward. Above
the flatness of her belly the jellied mounds of her breasts wobbled in
naked glory, one of their nipples restrained in the confines of a
decorative cone, the other freely risen. I guessed that if her hands
weren’t cuffed behind her back, she would have immediately slid them up
between her legs and opened her cuntlips and peed on the floor. And she
would have pleasured her sex with her fingers. As it was, she could
only offer her hips to our new guest, and to Johnnie’s haggard eyes,
hoping one or both of the men would relieve her. They did not, for
Helene commanded both men with her blazing eyes.
“Johnnie,” Helene said, casually stroking Raol’s penis (I
learned later that was his name). “Johnnie, please pull the upright
bench over to where Chloe is lying. Put it so it is by her head, so
that when she lies naturally on the bench, without turning her head, her
face peers directly at the upright bench. Put it back from her just far
enough so that her mouth, however it yearns, can’t touch the penis of a
man lying on the bench, and he, being restrained, but with perhaps his
hips free to move a little, cannont nonetheless find a refuge for his
organ in her mouth.”
“Yes, mistress,” Johnnie said.
“And oh, by the way, this is Raol,” Helene said. “Please come
and shake his hand first, so that you two can make each others’
acquaintance.”
Johnnie strode over to our new guest. He thrust out his hand
and the man, in a spirit of comraderie, put his own hand out to be
shaken. But Helene slashed her riding crop down between the two men’s
bodies just before they could shake. Both of them jumped back. Her
crop, so expertly wielded, had come within inches of striking their
cocks.
“That is not how we ‘shake hands’ in a love dungeon,” Helene
told the men. “Surely you boys should know that.” Helene paused, cast
a smile in Rebecca’s direction. I fear my aunt did not catch it, she
was so preoccupied with her need to pee. “Johnnie, please take hold of
Raul’s penis. Raul, you do likewise, taking hold of his. You two may
be twenty years apart in age, one of you old enough to have fathered the
other, but you both have fine big cocks, and I want you to shake them.”
Awkwardly, yet relishing the license to feel another man (for
they were both otherwise quite hetero in their feelings), Raul and
Johnnie reached out and grasped each other by the penis. It was a
rough, manly grab, each trying to show a distinct lack of affection as
he seized the other’s dick, yet being seized, in turn, with the same
gruff hold. Both men allowed themself a brief laugh. They shook each
others’ cocks vigorously. Both, likewise, experienced a rush of passion
at the same time, for whatever squeezes a man’s engorged cock is bound
to cause his seed to wish to spurt, even if the gripping is done by
another man.
“Ah!”
“Ah!” Both men grunted, tensing their thighs as they strove to
retain their sperm under the indulgent grip of the other.
“I never felt a guy’s dick before,” Johnnie said, blushing.
“I almost never have,” Raul said. Johnnie’s eyes widened.
“When you’re 40, you’ve seen and done much,” Raul said. “But
I’m not gay.”
“That’s good,” Johnnie said. He looked at Raul’s hand on his
cock. “Is- is mine the best you’ve ever felt? The biggest?”
“Most certainly,” Raul assured him. “Except for my own, of
course.”
“Of course,” Johnnie agreed. “And if you asked me, I’d say the
same.”
The men, with a glance at Helene and her riding crop, let go of
each other. Helene smiled. She twirled her crop in her slender fingers
but didn’t punish either man for letting go of the other. Rebecca,
shunting her hips two and fro in the cool air of the room, let out a
small whimper.
“Oh, yes, you want one or both of these fine specimens up your
twat, don’t you, sweet one?” Helene asked my aunt.
“It would be nice,” my aunt replied, in a shy, lisping voice,
drunk with desire and an unrelenting need to pee. She wiggled her bare
hips like a dancer, her bound hands making her look all the more
alluring.
“Oooooh! I want one too!” I gasped from across the room. I
shoved my bottom into the air, offering it, yanking my bound legs hard
apart, though I could barely move them, making what little movement I
could to give an inviting display of my ass and cunt.
“We have two fine young ladies here who will both be needing
cock,” Helene said to the males. “However, they might have found that
anywhere, yet they came here instead. So, being here, it is discipline
they will get, though surely they will end their experience in
pleasure. Raul, please slip your hand between my thighs. You will
force me to cum, while Rebecca watches, poor girl, learning discipline,
and Johnnie moves the upright bench over to where Chloe is lying. Let’s
go, boys-- Johnnie,” Helene ordered. She gave his bare rump a stinging
cut of her crop.
“Yeeeoch! I’m obeying!” Johnnie cried.
“Of course you are, dear,” Helene said, watching as her blow
caused his dick to wobble, and the balls hanging between his legs to
bounce. “But you have a firm little pair of buns and glorious sexual
equipment. I can’t resist a good cut now and then. It does so make
your penis wiggle.”
Helene, who’d expected to imprison Rebecca’s other nipple, now
beckoned to the girl and freed the one she’d captured with the cone. I
learned later that it is not well to keep one’s nipples confined in such
devices for too long. My aunt screamed as the blood returned to her
newly freed tit. Helene, taking pity, mouthed the tip of her breast.
My aunt shuddered and, quite suddenly, peed on the floor.
“Oh! What!” Helene cried. Fortunately, they were both
standing on a soft, ersatz bear skin, several of which were scattered
around the dungeon, and my aunt’s pee did not splash as it hit the
carpet. For her own part, though, fearing she’d get splashed-up pee on
her stockings, Helene spread her legs wide, and stepped back a little
from my aunt. But except for her quick cry, she nonetheless kept
lovingly tonguing my aunt’s nipple, eventually even tonguing the one
that had not been imprisoned. Raul watched. His cock stemmed stiffly
in front of him. There was a hunger in his eyes. My aunt emitted soft
moans. She pressed her hips outward, hoping to induce someone, anyone,
to finger her slit. Her peeing stopped, but Helene kept tonguing her
proffered tits for many minutes. She ignored, however, the cleft
between my aunt’s legs, where she clearly yearned to be pleasured.
Meanwhile Johnnie, his cock bobbing like a big sausage on display in the
market, brought over the upright bench and set it down in front of my
face.
When she drew her mouth off my aunt’s nipples, Helene walked
over to me. My aunt was left to stand abjectly, watching. Helene
brought Raul with her and commanded the man to slip his hand up between
her legs.
“Yes, very good,” Helene said. “Johnnie, come here,” she
ordered. “Oh, and bring a tube of Irish Cream with you. Chloe, do you
prefer cherry or strawberry?” she asked.
Not knowing why she asked, I thought a moment, wiggling my bare
fanny, and answered, “Cherry.”
“Very good,” Helene said. I saw Johnnie select from several
bottles of Irish Cream on a shelf. He brought one over to her. Helene
took it, popped up the top, and squirted it on his penis. I gaped. How
erotic it looked, watching as she, with the grace of a chef preparing a
meal, held the bottle up over his organ and squirted rich cream along
its length. It took several passes for her to cover the entire top of
his shaft in the stuff. It ran down the tubular sides of his cock and
began dripping on the floor. Helene stopped this by passing her fingers
along his shaft, rubbing the oily cream all over his meat and even
spreading it over his cock and his pee hole. With his penis gleaming
wetly, Johnnie contracted the cheeks of his ass. His balls, dry and
untouched, tightened visably.
“God, it’s making my dick all hot!” Johnnie gasped.
“Yes, dear,” Helene said. She smiled at Raul. “Would you like
some on your penis too?”
“I-- I don’t think so,” Raul said. “It might make me cum.”
“And what a pity that would be, for remember what I said, you
must leave when you let out your sperm,” Helene cautioned.
“It’s not the easiest thing to control,” Raul said.
“Which is why it’s a good idea you’ve stopped by,” Helene
said. “Let’s learn a little control, shall we, boys? Here, Raul, give
me your penis. Johnnie, you squirt the cream. I’ll rub him. We must
move quickly now, for I doubt Chloe can hold her bladder much longer.”
She smiled at me.
“Oh, please! Let me up to pee!” I begged. “I’ll lie right
back down again.”
Except for her smile, Helene gave me nothing further. I
watched in hip-wriggling agony as Johnnie and she spread oil all over
Raul’s dick. When his organ gleamed as wetly as Johnnie’s, both men now
groaning at the fire the cream imparted to their cocks, Helene asked
Raul to help her strap Johnnie to the upright bench.
It was a comfortable looking bench, with the unique aspect of
standing nearly upright, at a slightly verticle angle. It was heavy,
made of oak, and padded with thick leather across its front. Johnnie,
his cock all wet and wiggly, was induced to lie back on the bench. With
his penis sticking up, but his hips and back comfortably settled on the
bench’s rich leather surface, Johnnie watched as Raul and Helene buckled
him onto the bench. I watched too. They lifted up his muscled arms and
locked them to the end of the bench, above his head. They thrust open
his legs, displaying his balls, and locked his feet to the bench’s
sides. Then, to make sure he didn’t rise, they buckled a big, thick
strap across his hairy belly. Next they removed the center part of the
bench. The effect was to leave Johnnie lying on a flat surface from his
head down to his waist. Below that, there was no longer a center part
to the bench any more. As a result Johnnie’s legs had a wide space
between them. Helene and Raul shoved the bench forward, putting
Johnnie’s strapped-down legs on either side of my head. My eyes bulged
as his groin loomed over my head. Then Helene and Raul angled the bench
backward, causing Johnnie to lie almost flat. Finally, they lowered the
bench, bringing its flat surface level with the bench I was lying on.
The result was that Johnnie lay with my head up between his legs. His
hairy thighs stretched along either side of my face. His balls hung
heavily down into the open space between his legs. The cheeks of his
ass rested on the ‘end’ of the bench. His stiff cock stuck up like a
tuning fork from his bare loins, quivering with a need to find a
logdement into which it could pump its heavy load of sperm.
I exhaled. My breath, trapped in my lungs as I watched with
mesmerized eyes, too shocked even to breathe, now flowed out. Johnnie’s
cock wobbled near to my face and my breath, wafting out, caressed his
penis. It made his cream-coated penis even hotter, for the nature of
Irish Cream is that it grows hotter as one blows upon it.
“Yeeeoooch!” Johnnie gasped. “Tell her not to breathe on my
dick. I’m liable to spurt!”
“Ah, control, Johnnie,” Helene cautioned. “I’m going to spank
Chloe, and her breath will be coming in hard, hot gasps then. What a
pity if her breath annoys your penis now. Think of how it will gust
upon your member when she’s crying and shouting and weeping!”
“No!” Johnnie and I both cried in unison. The breath from my
shout caused his stiff erection to warm, and Johnnie’s hips flinched,
making his cock bobble all about.
“Yes,” Helene laughed. “Oh yes, dears. There is no escape for
either of you. A warm penis for Johnnie, and a very warm bottom for
Chloe. That’s what’s in store for you both!”
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