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Our New Toy Part 1 (Mf, cons, young teen)
By
Norm DePloom
Nancy road in silence as I drove home.
"What's on your mind?" I asked reaching over and
giving her knee a squeeze. She smiled and chuckled.
"I was just thinking about Patsy." She replied
scooting over closer to me.
"She turned out to have quite a body on her didn't
she?" I asked letting my hand wander up from Nancy's
knee to her inner thigh.
"I'm not really surprised by her figure." Nancy
relaxed her legs and welcomed my hand. "I was
thinking more about the way you and Greg took off her
bathing suit." It was my turn to chuckle.
Nancy and I had spent the warm spring afternoon
skinny-dipping at a secluded bend in the river with a
group of our friends. Since we were married and in
college we became the official 'adult supervision' for
trips to the river made up of mostly younger friends
who were still in high school.
The incident Nancy was referring to happened shortly
after we had arrived at our favorite 'swimming hole'
on the river. By the time Patsy had removed her ultra
modest outer clothing to reveal her extremely modest
two-piece bathing suit the rest of us were frolicking
in the water, buck-naked. Despite the cajoling and
please of the entire group she refused to take off her
bathing suite.
I smiled and my cock began to harden as I remembered
Greg and I walking over to where she was wading in
knee-deep water. Without asking her permission, or
giving her a chance to protest, we removed her bathing
suite. To our great surprise she did not try to stop
us, or fight us off.
Her only reaction was to blush, and try to cover
herself with her hands. And what a blush it was, she
turned red clear down to the tops of her exposed
breasts. Greg and I confiscated her bathing suite,
and her cloths, just to make sure she did not put them
back on. We probably did not need to. Even thought
she spent the entire afternoon blushing and trying to
hide parts of her self, she did not ask for her
clothes back, nor make any protest about the way she
was being treated.
"I can tell you were impressed with her figure." Nancy
committed giving my rapidly hardening cock a squeeze.
"Non of the males could take their eyes off her." I
said in my own defense.
"Nor could half the females." Nancy conceded as she
spread her legs and allowed my fingers to push the
crotch of her bathing suite aside. "I think she just
might be the one."
"What do you mean?" I asked giving her a quick
quizzical look while my fingers explored the moist
warmth of her exposed cunt.
"Oh come on know." Nancy looked at me with amazement.
"Exactly what have we spent almost every waking minute
of the last three months talking about?" The light
came on like somebody turning up a dimmer instead of
throwing a swithch.
"Oh, that." Nancy shook her head in disbelieve then
scooted down and, leaning her head back on the
headrest with her eyes closed, spread her legs even
further. Nancy was always horny after an afternoon of
skinny-dipping at the river.
"How would she be perfect?" I asked as my fingers
explored deeper into Nancy's welcoming cunt. "She's
almost painfully shy. She' very religious, goes to
church with her parents every Sunday."
"Oooh, yes. Don't stop." Nancy began to rock her
hips in time with my fingers. "That's what makes her
perfect." She pushed the leg of my swimsuit aside and
began to stroke my bare cock.
"From what I saw this afternoon I'm convinced that if
we just act dominate towards her she'll end up going
along with whatever we want." Nancy continued. " As
long as we just do it and not ask her, or allow her
protests to stop us. Can't you just imagine her
standing in front of us naked and blushing clear down
to her nipples as we have her do things she knows are
wrong." My cock twitched in Nancy's hand "Yes I see
that you can imagine it." She chuckled.
"I wonder if she's a virgin?"
"Oooh god, yes dear, right there. God you know how to
touch me. Yes she is a virgin." Nancy opened her
eyes and grinned at me. "Don't worry sweet heart, you
can be her first." She laid her head back on the
headrest and closed her eyes again. "Oh god."
Nancy's hips began to convulse pushing her cunt hard
against my hand. "And she can be my first." She
finished as her orgasm swept her away.
Once we got home we spent the rest of the night
discussing how we would take control of Patsy, and
what we would do to her, and force her to do once we
had that control. Our plotting was constantly
interrupted by our mutual need to fuck each other
silly.
We put our plans into operation the following
afternoon. The next day was Saturday and we had
already invited Patsy over for lunch and a movie.
Patsy lived near by and was one of the few people who
had a key to our apartment so she let herself in.
Nancy and I were setting at the dining room table
reading.
"No, no, this just won't do." Nancy said standing up
and walking across the room to Patsy.
"What are you doing?" Patsy asked displaying
considerable distress as Nancy, without explanation,
began unbuttoning Patsy's blouse.
"You just be quite..." Nancy instructed. After
pulling Patsy's blouse down her arms Nancy unfastened
Patsy's bra and pulled it off. "...and wait here while
I get you something more appropriate to wear." Nancy
finished as she left the room carrying Patsy's blouse
and bra, leaving Patsy standing in front of me, bare
from the waist up. I stared at her fine breasts
admiring both her hardening nipples and her blush,
which seemed to extend clear down to the waistband of
her skirt.
"You have quite beautiful breasts." I said in a
matter-of-fact tone. Her blush intensified to the
point where she was almost glowing. Patsy lifted her
arms to cover herself.
"No." I commanded loudly. Patsy stared at me in
confusion, but lowered her arms again.
"Wh-what are you d-doing to me." She asked, her eyes
cast down to the floor so she would not have to see me
staring at her.
"We just want to make sure you're dressed properly for
the occasion." I answered, standing up and walking
around her.
"Please, don't look at me." Patsy begged, still not
looking up from the floor. Her whole upper body and
face glowed with her embarrassment. Her nipples were
crinkled and hard, and my cock grew noticeably in my
trousers. I stopped facing her only a foot or two in
front of her.
"Why shouldn't I look at you?" I asked not taking my
eyes from her. "I looked at your naked body
yesterday." Patsy's whole body trembled like a small,
frightened animal caught in a car's headlights.
"Th-that w-was dif-different" She stuttered as she
started to raise her arms and cover her breasts once
again.
"It was different because you were traipsing around in
front of everybody naked?" I asked her as I reached
out and took her by the wrists stopping her from
covering herself. She whimpered as I forced her arms
back down to her sides.
"No." she said so low I could hardly hear her.
"That's not why it was different." I looked over
Patsy's bare shoulder and smiled at Nancy who had been
in the room several minutes watching my interaction
with Patsy. Nancy moved around to where Patsy could
see her.
"Now, Now," Nancy said sympathetically wiping the
tears from Patsy's cheeks. "You have very beautiful
breasts Patsy..." Nancy continued to talk as she
helped patsy into the blouse she had picked out for
her. "..and we have to make sure that we can see and
enjoy them." Nancy 'accidentally' brushed her hands
across Patsy's nipples several times while she helped
her put on the blouse, Nancy buttoned the blouse for
Patsy stopping with the button just below her breasts.
"Now..." Nancy finished up turning Patsy around so she
could see herself in the mirror. "...isn't that much
better." The blouse Nancy had selected was of thin
clingy see-through material that appeared to be not
much more than wisps of smoke clinging to Patsy's
breasts. The effect was more sexual, more obscene
than having her breasts naked. New tears began to
flow down Patsy's cheeks as she looked at herself in
the mirror.
"Please..." She begged burying her head against
Nancy's shoulder. "...I can't go out in public
wearing this." I could tell from Nancy's smile that
she was just as pleased as I that Patsy was begging us
not to make her wear the blouse, not refusing to wear
it.
"Oh, but Patsy, you must wear it." Patsy looked at
her in confusion. "How else could we enjoy looking at
your gorgeous tits." Patsy's blush returned, visible
on her face, down her neck, and even through the
blouse spreading across her breasts.
"Not to mention you outstanding nipples." I added as
we turned Patsy and, one of us holding onto each of
her arms walked her toward the door.
Once outside we walked, rather strolled, slowly past
the swimming pool where all the 'young studs' hanging
out there could get a good eyeful of Patsy's breasts.
Patsy's blush just continued growing brighter and
spreading over more of her body.
One of the topics Nancy and I had discussed the night
before was Patsy's ability to blush so spectacularly.
We did not want to 'blow her blush fuse' and ruin her
ability to put on such a great display of shame and
humiliation.
When we got to the car I opened the passenger side
door for Nancy, as I always did.
"You sit in the middle." Nancy said to Patsy, then we
both waited patiently as she climbed into the car.
Nancy followed her in then I, after closing her door
walked around the car and climbed in on the driver's
side. As I pulled into traffic heading for the
restaurant were we were going to eat lunch Nancy and I
both let our hands rest casually on Patsy' thighs.
Despite her crying and begging I could feel the heat
of sexual excitement radiating from her crotch an inch
or two away from my wrist.
"Please..." Patsy asked, without much convection,
placing a hand on each of our wrists. "...don't touch
me there." Nancy removed her left hand from Patsy's
thigh, turned toward Patsy then after putting her left
arm around Patsy's shoulders so the fingers of her
left hand almost touched Patsy's left nipple, put her
right hand back on Patsy's thigh even closer to her
crotch.
"You know, Patsy, there is something I forgot about
back at the apartment." Patsy was obviously afraid to
ask what Nancy had forgotten. "We really need to have
you take off your panties." Patsy's mouth opened and
closed several times before she managed to speak.
"Oh god, I can't take my panties off." Was all she
said.
"Of course you can." Nancy spoke softly into her ear.
"All you have to do is raise that cute little butt of
yours and pull your panties off." I removed my hand
from her thigh to encourage her obedience.
"I can't." Patsy repeated. "I just can't. I can't and
I wont." Patsy repeated stubbornly. Nancy took hold
of Patsy's chin and turned her face.
"You can, and you will." Nancy said with her face only
an inch from Patsy's. They stared into each other's
eyes until Patsy gave in. Her shoulder's wilted, then
Patsy lifted her butt off the seat and, hooking her
thumbs under the waist band of her panties pulled them
down her thighs to he knees. When Patsy lifted her
butt from the seat to her left breast came into
contact with Nancy's hand. Tears were flowing once
more down her cheeks, her lips were trembling and she
was beginning to sob.
"Why are you making me do this?" She asked us between
sobs.
"Because we want to." Nancy answered as she used her
right hand to help Patsy pull her panties the rest of
the way off.
"What's this?" Nancy asked as she held the crotch of
Patsy's panties right under Patsy's nose. "Your
panties are damp. All this 'No, no, no I can't do
this' and your getting turned on all the while." She
handed me the panties. "Your really enjoying this
aren't you."
"No I'm not." Patsy almost shouted through her sobs.
This was all new to Patsy. I was sure that Patsy had
never heard of 'BDSM' before, nor, I was sure, did she
know the meaning of the initials 'BD', 'DS' or 'SM'.
I was also sure that the concepts themselves were only
known to Patsy in her most private fantasies. The
ones she had late at night on those evenings when she
couldn't resist the temptation to touch herself 'down
there' before drifting off to a shame filled sleep.
I almost laughed at the shocked expression on Patsy's
face when she saw first me raise the damp crotch of
her panties to my nose and inhale deeply, then place a
small portion of it in my mouth to taste her.
"Yummy," I said removing her panties from my mouth,
"you smell and taste wonderful." I think Patsy broke
the blush meter on that one. She turned bright red as
far down her body as we could see, and the warmth
radiating from he body was almost enough to counter
the air conditioning.
"In fact..." I sniffed the air experimentally a couple
of time. "...I can smell your cunt from here."
Another record setting blush followed immediately.
I'm sure Patsy had never heard her own vagina being
referred to as a 'cunt' before.
"Well, I'm pretty hot myself." Nancy chimed in. "Are
you sure its Patsy you're smelling?" I sniffed the
air a few more times.
"I can smell you and her." I confirmed. "Don't worry,
I could tell the difference even in the dark. You're
both hot, wet and ready." During the panty removal
Patsy's skirt had gotten hiked up to the point where
pubic hair was almost visible. Patsy's glow continued
as she started to pull her skirt back into place.
"It's fine the way it is." Nancy told Patsy as she
pulled Patsy's hand away from her skirt. I placed my
right hand on Patsy's now bare left thigh. Nancy,
while keeping her left hand on Patsy's left breast
placed her right hand on Patsy's bare right thigh.
Nancy leaned closer to Patsy so she could speak
directly into Patsy's ear.
"I'm going to ask you a question..." She spoke softly
while gently squeezing Patsy's thigh. "...and you
have to answer truthfully, no matter what." Patsy
slowly nodded her head 'yes'. Nancy paused to grin at
me before she leaned close to Patsy's ear again.
"Are you, Patsy, leaving a wet spot on our car seat?"
Patsy's jaw dropped when she heard the question and
I'm sure another record was set on the Patsy-blush-o-
meter.
"Yes." We could barely hear her when Patsy finally
answered the question. Tears were still flowing over
her red cheeks, but the sobs had died down. I removed
my hand from her thigh and adjusted the mirror so I
could see her breasts.
"Look at how tight her nipples are." I said. Nancy
grabbed Patsy's wrist to keep her from covering
herself. I adjusted the mirror further down and got a
great view of Patsy's dark brown pubic patch. Again
Nancy had to restrain Patsy to keep her from covering
herself.
"No." Nancy said gently as she pulled Patsy's hand
away from her crotch. "You're not allowed to cover
yourself." The words 'not allowed' began to bounce
around inside Patsy's head.
"And stop that crying." Nancy spoke again in a much
firmer tone of voice. "You're a grown up now, there's
no reason for you to be bawling like a baby just
because someone wants to look at your cunt." Patsy
jerked when she heard the word 'cunt' used again.
"In fact..." Nancy continued, pulling on Patsy's
thigh. "...spread your legs and give him a better
look." Patsy resisted momentarily, then her legs
relaxed and Nancy pulled them apart, as wide as she
could in the car.
"You might as well begin to learn the rules." Nancy
announced as she held Patsy's legs open.
"Rules?" Patsy asked weakly.
"There will be more as time goes by, but I'll give you
the three most important right now." Nancy gave
Patsy's thigh, and her breast a squeeze as she spoke.
"More? As time goes by?" Patsy asked in a dazed
voice.
"First, when we want to look at you, or when we want
someone else to look at you, you are never allowed to
cover your self."
"Someone else?" Patsy's voice began to take on a
panicky quality. Her breathing was shallow and her
body was trembling. I'm sure in a combination of
fear, shame and excitement.
"Second, when ever we tell you to do something you
must obey us immediately. Without hesitation or
question." Patsy stared down at her lap and did not
respond.
"Third, you will address us as Master and Mistress,
and we will address you as 'Our Toy', or just 'Toy'."
Nancy released Patsy's thigh and pulled Patsy's head
up with her hand under Patsy's chin. "Do you
understand these rules, Toy?" Patsy stared blankly
back at Nancy. "Answer me, Toy, do you understand
these rules?"
"Yes" Patsy answered weakly.
"Yes what, Toy?" Nancy insisted.
"Yes Mistress?"
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