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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
WED TO THE WHIP
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Chapter One
They walked along the beach, hand in hand, under the palms,
watching the sunset. The blonde had on a string bikini. She savored
the eyes of the passersby as they alighted on her. Males, some females
regarded her with sparkle-eyed appreciation. Kelly smiled inwardly to
herself. Yes, it was pleasant, being young, newly married. She
squeezed her husband’s hand. John smiled down at Kelly and squeezed
back. Soon, in the privacy of their hotel, they would be squeezing more
than just hands.
But not yet. The couple moved with a slow, languid grace.
They watched the sun as it sank slowly into the surf far out on the
horizon. Waves, sun-kissed, sluiced up between their toes, rushing in
on the sand as if to capture it, then receeding, then washing forward
again, each wave gently taking more and more of the beach under its grip
as the tide rose.
A couple came toward them. The man was handsome like the
blonde’s husband. She did not know his name, but it was William. He
was strikingly handsome, with a Roman nose, broad shoulders, a
well-haired chest. He had black hair and a trim goatee that gave him a
dominant aspect. In his large hand he held, as if captive, the hand of
a lovely brunette. Her name, also unknown to Kelly, was Jill. She had
larger breasts than Kelly. They were much larger, in fact, and for a
moment Kelly felt intimidated. She looked with apprehensive eyes up at
her husband. Had he seen the woman who was approaching them? Yes! Oh,
he stared at her with awestruck eyes, drinking in her bosoms as if he
were an infant, a starving infant, craving milk. Kelly squeezed her
husband’s hand but John, so newly married to her, did not sense her
squeeze. She felt dejected. Then, recovering from his rapture, John
gave his blonde newlywed wife’s hand a reassuring squeeze.
At the same time the approaching stranger, who was in truth
larger than the blonde’s husband, drilled his dark eyes into Kelly’s
chest. With a sudden blush Kelly realized the man found her small,
round breasts attractive. He seemed as taken with her bosoms as John
was with those of the fulsome brunette.
Jill was older than the blonde. She seemed not to mind her
husband’s desire. She walked with a light step, letting him peer. Jill
smiled. Her own eyes lingered upon and savored Kelly’s chest. Kelly
felt a thrill as she realized the brunette might be envious of her
small, high-perched tits.
“Good evening,” John said to the brunette and her companion as
they approached. The inrushing tide washed the feet of both couples.
“Good evening,” the brunette replied. The man with the goatee
nodded at Kelly, then at her husband. The brunette’s eyes flicked from
the blonde’s tits to her eyes, to John’s eyes, then, daringly, dropped
straight to his groin.
The two couples passed. The sun sank below the far-distant
line of the horizon.
“Anything?” the small blonde asked. Her long hair hung down
over her eyes and she reached up and pushed it back. Her hair was like
a veil, protecting her, yet it invited thoughts in her hosts that were
nothing if not depraved. She knew that, and was coming to grips with
accepting it.
“We are quite rigorous in our requirements,” the brunette said
to her. William, the man with the goatee, nodded.
Outside, seagulls could be heard fighting in the surf over bits
of fish. The blonde looked up at her husband. John’s eyes were
entranced by the brunette’s cleavage. Every breath she took, his eyes
followed the rise and fall of her sumptuous tits. He shifted on the
couch beside his wife. He grimaced, noticing Kelly, his wife, looking
at him. He tried to smile casually at Kelly. She looked down at his
crotch. There was a distinct bulge. John’s pants had suddenly become
very tight about his loins. John cleared his throat, nervously.
William lifted a hand and stroked his goatee. The blonde’s
young husband looked with embarrassed eyes at William. The brunette
smiled. Her husband, William, older by a decade than either herself or
the others, smiled. He knew what the younger man was going through. He
gazed frankly at John’s crotch. He made no pretence of hiding his
knowledge of the young man’s condition. He’d already warned John that
he, William, was bisexual.
“Kelly,” the brunette said to the youthful blonde wife sitting
across from her. “You must decide now.”
“Yes,” Kelly answered. She gazed with apprehensive eyes around
the older couple’s bungalow. They had met again, the next night. On
the beach. It was as before, both of them walking in the incoming surf,
their feet washed by the sea. They stopped. They chatted. The older
couple said they were “entertaining guests at the moment,” but would the
young newlyweds be interested in “something special” in a week? There
had been nods, soft murmurs of assent. The moon had risen as they
talked and it had cast a benediction of silvery moonlight over their
discussion.
Now here they were, sitting in the older couple’s bungalow.
William and Jill were renting it for several weeks, until they should
become bored, and go elsewhere, journeying through the summer in a long,
island-hopping vacation, across the Carribean. John and Kelly had
extended their stay at the hotel down the shore. They were supposed to
be back in the ‘real world’ already, but something had caused them to
stay, to savor the island a little longer. Kelly looked up at her
husband. He glanced down at her. Together, with her husband perched
uncomfortably on the sofa beside her, they were contemplating their next
move.
“Well, I would like to try swinging, but not necessarily with
bondage,” the blonde said.
“It is how we train new couples,” the older man, sitting across
from her, said.
“We will do our best to see that neither of you are hurt,” the
brunette assured them. “Of course, the lessons must be well taught. We
are not about to dilute them to suit anyone’s sensibilites. Even those
of such a lovely young couple as yourself.” The brunette smiled. She
had already told the blonde they would be spending time in each other’s
arms, if the blonde assented.
“Okay,” the blonde gulped. She glanced immediately at her
husband. Perhaps she wished he’d contradict her, but he didn’t. His
pants prevented that. He was well-hung and very hard now at the
prospect of what they were about to agree to. Of course, the fact he’d
already obeyed the older couple’s injuction against cumming for three
days helped seal his fate. He was full and very much in need of some
relief.
“Then if you’re both agreed, let’s go downstairs,” the brunette
said. The blonde felt herself flinch. This rented bungalow was
deceptive. A beach bungalow this size wasn’t supposed to come with a
basement. But this one, and several others along the beach, did. Most
people didn’t know that, of course. Unless they rented one, or were
invited to be guests in one. Outside, a seagull screamed in triumph as
it snatched a fish out of the beak of another gull.
“All our things are down there,” the brunette was explaining.
Jill snapped herself back into the flow of the other woman’s words.
“And there’s an added benefit,” the brunette with the imposing bust
continued. “The basement is soundproofed, so you won’t have to worry,
either of you, that you’ll be heard. Everything will be totally private
downstairs.” She smirked. “Except, of course, your privates.”
“Please excuse my wife’s sense of humor,” the man with the
goatee said to the blonde.
“I’m sorry,” the brunette smiled. The blonde gazed into her
eyes and saw a wicked gleam there.
“Oh, I don’t want to go!” the blonde blurted. Her husband,
John, leaned over and kissed her.
“We’re going.” he said simply. Then John rose from the couch.
He drew her up with him. He stood with his crotch bulging in his tight
jeans, before the older couple, who were still seated.
“Yes, going and cumming,” the brunette assured the young man.
She winked. She rose. Her husband stood up. The older man drew the
blonde away from John and hooked his arm through hers.
“You are a lovely young lady,” the older man assured the girl.
“Thank you,” the blonde gulped.
They went downstairs. There was a small room at the base of
the stairs that resembled a changing room in a gym. There were lockers,
a wooden bench. At the opposite end of the small undressing room was a
door.
“My husand and I will be through that door,” the brunette
said. “We must get everything ready, so take your time undressing.
Kiss a little. When we call, then you may come through the door. And
oh, by the way,” the brunette added. “You are to take everything off.
Don’t leave on anything.” She looked at the blonde. “Not even your
earrings, dear.”
“I must take off my panties?” the blonde asked.
“Your earrings, and yes, of course, your underwear, dear,” the
brunette told the blonde. She looked at the blonde’s husband.
“You will ensure her compliance,” the brunette said to the man.
“Of course. I’m her husband,” the blonde’s husband answered.
When the couple was called forth from the changing room they
emerged holding hands. They looked like a couple on their wedding day,
their faces flushed, their eyes wide.
“Oh, my!” the brunette said immediately. The young husband of
the blonde sported an erection that was as large and stiff as a steel
rebar. A large room opened before the newlyweds. It was well stocked
with liquor, pillows, and a large bed. The covers on the bed were drawn
back. On a small table beside the bed was a vase of fresh flowers.
Also on the table were bottles of lotion, jars of cream, and a small
pile of colored condoms. At the far end of the room, behind a curtain,
the blonde caught sight of implements hanging on a wall. The tail of a
bull whip showed, as well as the wooden edge of a paddle.
“Hello, Kelly,” the brunette said in a quiet voice. “Hello
John.” The couple regarded her with open mouths. In sharp contrast to
ther total nudity, she was dressed in a riding jacket. It was bright
red. It was pulled open to show off her sumptuous, naked tits. There
was a red-colored riding cap on her head.
Jill, decked out in her riding gear, assumed an imposing stance
before the young couple. A black tie was looped around her neck. It
held closed the collar of a white blouse that she wore beneath her
jacket. But, like the jacket, her neatly-pressed blouse was thrown open
to reveal her bare tits. Her flat, smooth belly showed. Below that was
her proud bush. She wore no panties, no skirt. She stood with her legs
open in a stance of authority. Black thigh-high stockings gripped her
legs.
John stared at Jill with complete awe and fascination. He
still held his wife’s hand, but it was obvious that his entire mind was
mesmerized by the woman standing so confidently before him. His wife
was small, delicate, a little bird with a long mane of blonde hair.
Jill, though fine-fingered, and small-waisted, was a formidible figure
with her huge, momma-like bosoms. Jill smiled at John. She adjusted
the cap on her head, pushing at it with the tip of a riding crop she
held in her hand. In her other hand she held a condom. It was made of
clear latex.
Jill passed the condom to John. “Put this on, please,” Jill
said to the young man. “It’s the only covering you’ll be permitted for
the next several days. We always ask men to wear one. It helps cut
down on the mess.”
John nodded. He took the condom. He glanced down at the rich
carpeting they were standing on. It felt soft against his feet.
“Would you like me to help you, honey?” Kelly asked her
husband. Her voice quavered. She pushed at her blonde mane of hair
that kept falling down into her eyes. She looked nervous. Her bosoms,
though, sported twin nipples as hard as her husband’s cock.
“Kelly, you will not speak anymore unless I give you
permission,” Jill told the young wife.
“But--” Kelly began. She looked at the brunette.
“Kelly,” a male voice said. It was deep, sober. The man with
the goatee stepped out from behind the curtain where the implements were
hanging. William, Jill’s husband, stared at the blonde. His eyes
looked fierce. In his hand he was holding a paddle. He wore long boots
that stretched to his knees, but no pants. His hairy chest was bare.
On his hands he wore black leather gloves. “It’s important you do as
you’re told, Kelly,” the man said. He slapped his open palm with the
paddle. It was a round, wooden paddle, and it made a sharp crack when
it hit the man’s hand. He stood stolidly, unaffected by the hard report
of the paddle against his hand. But the blonde shrank at the sound.
She gripped her husband’s hand tightly.
What made the blonde even more frightened, though, was the
sight of the older man’s penis. It was fully erect. As if in
anticipation, it was already encased in a black condom. Kelly could see
the condom was well-lubed. Oil shone on its entire length.
“It is important that the condom, when it is placed over your
penis, has a good seal,” the brunette said with clipped, clinical words
to Kelly’s husband. “If it’s alright with you I’d like to show you my
oral talents. I’ll wet your penis with my mouth, then roll on the
condom.” She looked at Kelly, not waiting to see if John assented. “As
for you, you must wet down my husband’s cock, so he can slide into you
easily when the time comes. The oil I’ve put on his penis is edible.
Can you deep throat a cock?”
The blonde hesitated, finally nodded that ‘no,’ she could not.
“I didn’t think so. You’re so newly married, after all,” Jill
told the blonde. “That’s why I oiled my husband for you. You’ll kneel,
and practise taking him as best you can. Meanwhile I’ll get the condom
on your husband.” The blonde nodded. Her eyes were awestruck. “Oh,
and one more thing,” the brunette added. “Since we are your
instructors, you pay the penalty for any accidents. Tongue my husband,
but don’t make him cum.” She turned to John. “As for you, young man,
if you cum, you bear the punishment for it.”
“Okay,” John said. He glanced with fearful eyes at the
brunette’s riding crop. Then, emboldened by the rampant stiffness
between his legs, he arched his hips forward. He offered the brunette
the condom.
“Thank you,” the brunette said.
Both females knelt before a man, each taking charge of the
other’s husband. Kelly swirled her tongue around the latex-covered head
of William’s penis. Jill sucked John. When at last Kelly had learned a
little of the art of deep throat, and John was snugly attired in a clear
condom, the foursome rejoined each other by a small wet bar in the
basement.
Jill popped open a bottle of champagne. The others were given
flutes; they proferred them and Jill filled each glass to the brim.
“A toast, sir, to the perfection of your erection,” Jill said
to John. William seconded the toast. Kelly laughed at the sight of
everyone toasting her husband’s penis. John’s cock was thick and hard,
covered by latex but quite visible through the membrane of film.
William, more discreet, proffered a cock that couldn’t be seen through
the black condom that covered it.
Jill, filling her glass and sipping from it, tipped the
half-empty bottle of champagne over John’s genitals. To a cry from the
young man, the cock she’d so recently warmed with her mouth was doused
with cold bubbly.
“Ah, God!” John said. He watched as the champagne hit his dick
and splashed over it to the floor. The rug was wettened by the
champagne but if he came, he would spend safely inside the condom.
Kelly, inspired, took a sip from her glass and then poured the
remainer of it over William’s black-sheathed dick.
“Ahhh,” William breathed. He watched as the champagne hit his
penis and cooled it.
“Kelly, you should not spill your drink without permission,”
Jill said to the blonde. The young newlywed gulped.
“I’m sorry,” Kelly answered.
“Just for that I want you to kneel down and lick the champagne
off both men’s cocks,” Jill told Kelly. The blonde’s eyes widened.
“But-- but I might make them...”
“Yes, and if they do, you’ll be the worse for it,” Jill said.
“So lick carefully. And do both at once.”
“At once?” Kelly said. Her face blanched.
“At once,” Jill answered. She pointed to the floor, indicating
that Kelly should kneel. The blonde did. Both men proudly offered her
their dicks.
“Ooooch! Oooook! YOOOOK!” Kelly spluttered as she tried to
accomodate both men’s penises at once in her small mouth. The men vied
for her attention. They drove themselves into her without regard for
her, forcing themselves together into her mouth, as if in a competition
to see which could spend first. They were both very hard. Desperation
mixed with delight showed in their faces.
William bent over the girl. With his cock shoved hard into
Kelly’s mouth, he delivered a sharp blow to Kelly’s bare fanny.
SWAT!
“Hooooooch!” Kelly shouted. Both her hands flew back to her
bottom. The men, now no longer having to contend with her shielding
fingers, pushed themselves deeper and more vigorously into her mouth.
They looked like two giants, standing over her, shoving carrots, one
flesh-colored, one black, into her rosebud lips. The blonde was
kneeling with her hands on her bottom. She did her best to accept both
penises in her stretched-apart mouth.
“That’s it,” Jill said to the blonde. She dropped to her knees
behind Kelly. She gripped the girl by her frail shoulders so that Kelly
couldn’t be pushed backward towards the floor.
“Oohoooooo!” Kelly squealed. Her body was trapped between Jill
and Jill’s husband, plus her own husband. She couldn’t bend back to
escape the men’s indriving cocks. She spluttered, gagged. The men fed
themselves to her like two randy young boys, enjoying their first oral
sex. They arched their hips and competed to drive their strong dicks
deep into Kelly’s slim throat. The blonde tried begging for mercy. Her
words were silenced by the twin prongs stuffing themselves into her
mouth.
When it seemed Kelly would faint from lack of air, both men
yanked themselves back.
“WHOOSH!” Kelly gasped, drawing in breath as soon as she was
free of the dicks.
“Are you okay?” Jill asked the blonde.
“Oooooo! I couldn’t breathe!” Kelly said. She took several
deep gasps. “But now I can,” she added, as if to allay any fears that
she’d suffered harm. Her voice was high. Briskly she rubbed her
smacked bottom.
Jill reached around Kelly’s slim hips and insinuated a finger
into her cunt.
“Oooh, don’t!” Kelly pleaded. At the same time she wiggled her
hips, as if to urge Jill’s finger to desist, or perhaps to plunge more
deeply.
“The first thing you’re to learn is that you must never touch
yourself here, except on express orders,” Jill said in a whispering
voice to Kelly, while touching her slit. “The second is that you must
never refuse another’s touch here.”
“Oooh, it makes me feel funny,” Kelly said. Her words were
shrill. She’d never been touched by another woman before.
“Yes, of course it feels unique, dear,” Jill said. She flicked
at Kelly’s special place with a sharp, manicured fingernail. “Let’s get
that little cunny of yours buzzing, hmmm?” Jill said.
For the next several minutes both men watched, awe-struck, as
the two women kneeling beneath their cocks touched. At first, Jill felt
Kelly from behind. Then Kelly turned, urged by Jill, and reciprocated
by fingering Jill’s slit. Soon both women were kissing as they
continued to massage each other between their open, thrust-forward
hips. Their digits explored each other’s slits. Saliva mingled in
their mouths as their fingers delved for, and found, honey-moistened
flesh.
“Mmm! Mmmm! I want to be a mommie!” Kelly babbled as Jill’s
finger brought her to the sharp edge of an orgasm. Jill laughed. She
drew her finger out of Kelly’s furred nest.
“What a strange desire, for someone so newly married!” Jill
said.
“Put it back!” Kelly gasped, looking at Jill’s finger.
“No, my sweet. I only wish to excite you. Not to make you
cum,” Jill said.
“Ooooh!” Kelly sighed. Her eyes were glazed. She looked up at
her husband, then at William. The men stared down at her.
“I’ll handle it,” William said.
“No you won’t, dear,” Jill said. “We have a long night ahead
of us. Days, perhaps. We will take our time. All of us.” She rose
from the floor. She waved her riding crop at her husband, for he still
seemed intent on dropping to the floor and bringing Kelly the bliss she
desired.
Jill looked down at the girl at her feet. With soft, manicured
fingers, she reached down and seized the girl’s arm. She drew the young
bride to her feet.
“We have much to do, and though plenty of time, not forever, to
do it in,” the brunette said.
“Mmmm, put your finger back in me,” the blonde said,
imploringly, but her eyes were glazed and she was willing to do whatever
was asked. Jill had plans.
A few minutes later John found himself standing before a series
of wooden stocks. Each was small, and placed at the level of his
groin. His penis arched out toward them. He saw immediately what Jill
wished. She wanted him to stick his penis through one, perhaps several
of the stocks lined up one after another in front of him.
“I’m not to put my head or my hands through these stocks, I
guess,” John said in a hopeful voice. He longed to have something touch
his penis, even if it was just plain wood.
“That’s right,” Jill smiled. She gave John a smack on his
bottom with her riding crop. It was a playful smack. It didn’t leave a
mark on his buns. “We have men with penises of varying lengths visit
us. What you’re to do, John, is insert your penis through the nearest
stock. I’ll lock it over your cock so you can’t escape. Of course, a
slim wooden stock, locked round the base of your penis, would allow most
of the rest of your dick to be exposed. So each of the succeeding
stocks, behind the first one, will be locked down over your dick as
well. I’ll lock each one in turn over your cock until only the head of
your penis remains. Then, we’ll be done.”
“What then?” John asked, fascinated.
“You’ll see,” Jill smiled.
“Oh, I’m frightened for him!” Kelly blurted. She was standing
with William, holding his hand like a small child might, or a lover.
William’s sleek cock stuck out from between his legs. Kelly’s free hand
slapped her thigh, impatiently, wishing, perhaps, to diddle her own slit
to excitement or to reach across and pull on William’s erection.
“Don’t worry, you’re both newly married. I’m not going to harm
your husband’s penis,” Jill assured Kelly. She smiled at the girl.
“I’m just going to give it a workout.”
Everyone watched as John presented himself to the row of
waist-level stocks. Jill snapped the first block of wood closed over
his penis. John flinched at the feel of raw wood against his flesh.
Jill closed a latch on the end of the stock. She worked slowly,
savoring the sight of John’s penis engaged by the wood. When all the
small latches at the end of the first closed stock were in place, Jill
snapped a heavy padlock over the middle latch.
“I take it speed isn’t of the essence here,” John said, looking
at the strange assortment of latches at the end of each stock that had
to be closed in order for him to be trapped by the wood.
“No, it isn’t, and you won’t be going anywhere now that all
those latches are firmly shut,” Jill said. “Go ahead. See if you can
open the stocks. Use your hands if you like.”
John tried to break free. He wrenched on the stocks. They
didn’t move. Not only was the post holding up the stocks firmly planted
in the ground, but the wood itself was now tightly locked around the
base of his dick.
Jill picked up a bottle of perfume. It had an atomizer
attached to it. She squeezed the ball on the atomizer and spritzed
John’s penis with male cologne.
“What’s that for?” John asked.
“Something to soothe your erection,” Jill said. “You’re going
to be locked up for awhile. I figure I should apply this now, before
you’re all covered over with wood.”
“I could always spend and get out of this thing,” John said.
“Oh, we’ll see about that,” Jill smiled. She finished
anointing John’s cock with the cool droplets of cologne.
One by one the stocks were fitted over John’s erection. When
Jill was finished, it took seven of the nine available stocks to lock
down John’s cock. Only the head of John’s penis showed when Jill was
done. It stuck through the last stock, large and red, a knob looking
for fingers to turn it. Jill did, twisting it a little. John cried
out.
William laughed.
“And now a decoration,” Jill smiled. She took a knife and
carefully cut open the end of the condom on John’s dick. John cried
out, fearfully, but Jill hushed him. “I told you that you wouldn’t be
hurt if you obey,” Jill said.
“But what if I cum?” John asked. “There’s no guarantee I
won’t, you know.”
“Oh, I think there might be,” Jill replied. Tossing aside the
bit of cut-away condom, she walked over to the bed. She took a flower
from the vase on the bedside table. Greasing the tip of the flower’s
stem, Jill inserted it into John’s peehole. John gasped.
“You’re making me look like some kind of a faggot!” John
protested.
“Just wait,” Jill said.
A few minutes later John found out why he wouldn’t be able to
escape, from his predicament, even if he reduced the size of his penis
by spending. William bolted a trestle to the floor behind John. He
inserted the trestle’s legs into pre-arranged holes in the floor. Then,
fixing a dildo onto the trestle, Jill eased apart the cheeks of John’s
behind and shoved the end of the dildo up John’s ass.
“Honey!” John cried, gazing wildly at his wife. But Kelly,
seeking refuge beside William’s imposing figure, only laughed. She
thought her husband looked silly with something stuck up his ass, and
his penis trapped between boards. She told him so.
“Don’t insult your husband, Kelly,” Jill said.
“I’m sorry,” Kelly said. “But he does look totally
ridiculous.”
Then it was Kelly’s turn to be put on display. Jill handed the
girl a jar of fresh icing. It was vanilla icing, for a cake. But
instead of being given a cake to decorate, Kelly was given the same
knife that had been used to cut open John’s condom.
“Spread the icing over your pussy,” Jill commanded Kelly. The
blonde, trembling, obeyed. When she had completely covered her pussy
with icing, Jill took the jar and the knife away from her. “Now, using
just one of your fingers, I want you to wipe all the icing off of
yourself,” Jill said.
“I need a napkin or something to clean my finger with,” Kelly
said, when she’d passed her finger between her legs.
“No you don’t. Lick your finger clean,” Jill said.
“Oh,” Kelly answered.
Slowly, painstakingly, Kelly wiped her pussy clean. She used
just one of her fingers, cleaning it in her mouth.
“Mmmm, this is a fun way to eat icing,” Kelly confessed. She
rotated her hips with pleasure. It was pleasant to be able to finger
herself. She shoved her hips forward and smiled at William.
“God, how beautiful she looks!” John, still trapped in the
stocks, exclaimed.
“You have a lovely wife,” William, standing nearer the girl,
agreed.
“I’m glad I’m not being punished like John,” Kelly said. She
gave a heartfelt wiggle, digging anew into her slit for more icing. She
popped her finger in her mouth. She sucked it, then brought it out
again and diddled once more in her slit. “Except, except,” Kelly said.
“I have to cum!” Kelly cried. She massaged herself freely.
“Kelly! No!” Jill said. She walked behind the girl and struck
her quickly on her bare fanny with her crop.
“Hoooooch!” Kelly shouted. With her free hand she tried to
cover her bottom. She rubbed it. “Don’t!” Kelly implored, still
massaging her pussy with her index finger of her other hand.
“Control, Kelly,” Jill said. “Put your finger in your mouth
and lick it. Don’t keep stroking your cunny once you’ve got a
fingerload of icing.”
“Mmmm, yes,” Kelly breathed. She obeyed, but reluctantly,
taking her finger from her slit and licking it. “This is kind of like
torture if I can’t cum,” Kelly confessed.
“Yes. It’s supposed to be,” Jill replied.
“When do I get to cum?” Kelly said. Her voice was shrill and
sounded desperate.
“Not for a long time, little one,” Jill said.
“Ooooh! That’s much too long for me!” Kelly said. She put her
finger to her slit and paid no mind to the injuction against
masturbating. She wiggled her finger up into herself. She filled her
digit with icing but did not bring it to her lips.
“Kelly!” Jill scolded.
“Ooooh! I can’t help it!” Kelly wailed. “I need to cum NOW!”
“She thinks this is her bridal chamber, but it’s our house!”
William said angrily.
Jill grabbed the blonde’s wrist. She yanked the girl’s finger
out of her slit. Kelly stared at the woman.
“I’m sorry,” Kelly gasped.
“It’s time we took a firmer hand with you, young lady,” Jill
replied. The blonde looked toward her husband. But there was nothing
John could do, for he was trapped by his penis in the stocks.
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