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A VISIT TO PP3 3 of 3 (f/f, oral; inc, m/g, pedo)
BY NAP
[ part 3 ]
Later that evening, the four girls were lined up in front of me. When I say
'lined up' I mean it twice over, for not only were the children in a line,
but they were also suspended from a line so that only their toes touched
the floor.
They were in order of age, but not in height, for, although Ellerie and Anastasia
were both eleven, Ellerie was a few months older and Anastasia was a few
inches taller. So, looking from my left to right, I saw Chantou, the little
nine-year-old Cambodian; Ophelie, the ten-year-old French intellectual; Anastasia,
the slender Russian; and beautiful Ellerie, who was from California. And
very charming they looked. Each had a pair of soft cuffs around her wrists,
fastened by Velcro and linked by a braided cord with a metal ring in the
centre. Through each of these rings was a rope that Julie, my sixteen-year-old
aide, had attached to the long gallery that ran the length of the huge sitting
room. Julie had precisely adjusted the lengths of the ropes so that each
was just long enough to allow the child on its end to support herself on
her bare little toes. And not only the girls' toes were bare. All four were
totally naked - except, to be entirely accurate, Ophelie, who was wearing
her spectacles. This was not only to allow her to see exactly what was happening
or about to happen, but also because I believed they set off her pretty,
intelligent little face to perfection.
Thankfully, Ellerie had at last stopped wailing. Ever since I had selected
the lovely American girl during the afternoon, she had kept up a noisy complaint
against her fate. Perhaps she had finally run dry of tears. More likely is
that when Julie prepared the girls for the evening's pleasure - my pleasure,
that is, not theirs! - she warned that making a lot of fuss was likely either
to annoy me or, perversely, excite me to even greater torments. Ellerie should,
in any case, have been able to withstand her present position better than
most, for I knew her to be a good athlete and skilled dancer and so used
to standing on her toes.
Ophelie, my other new acquisition, was clearly doing her best to concentrate
her considerable brain to combat the tortures of her body, breathing steadily,
not wasting her strength and trying alternately to rest her toes or wrists.
But to be honest there was little enough she could do to relieve the pressure.
She was certainly the cleverest person present, but she had no power and
very little physical strength, making her enormous intellect almost worthless.
I sat and sipped my wine and continued to stare at the girls. Their stretched
posture altered their body shapes, pulling in their stomachs, pushing out
their ribs and flattening such bust as they had, which was not much in most
cases; only Ellerie having more than the beginnings of breast development.
The enforced pose also seemed to lengthen their legs and emphasised their
calves as they stood on tiptoe.
The strain was beginning to tell. The girls' breath was becoming shorter
and their legs were starting to wobble. I took more sips of wine; it was
an excellent vintage - I like to think I am a cultured man. I stood up and
slipped off my clothes until I, like they, was naked.
Unlike some men, I make no exaggerated assertions for the size of my penis:
six and seven-eighths inches is the most I can lay claim to when fully erect,
but even that must have seemed pretty monstrous to the four little girls
under my command. To be sure, they looked at it in horrified fascination.
Of course, Chantou and Anastasia had already tasted it and Chantou had taken
at least the first few inches up her delectable bum. Nonetheless, she as
much as the others appeared to have no appetite for the attentions of my
crowing cock.
I walked towards my line of mesmerised girls. From the corner of my eye I
saw Julie too seemed enthralled by my upstanding prick. I ignored her and
concentrated on my young quartet. Who should I approach first? I decided
on Anastasia because I had used her only lightly the previous evening and
I wished to keep the two newcomers in suspense - figuratively and literally
- a little longer. I went close to her - she could do nothing to stop me
- and rubbed myself against her. Although tall for her age, Anastasia was
a lot smaller than I, so it was her belly and lower rib cage that I prodded
with my erect penis. She tried to wriggle away from it, but of course she
could not. I put my hand between her lean legs and felt for her slit. Reflexively,
she attempted to twist away and close herself against my intrusion, but her
resistance was futile. Under my insistent pressure, Anastasia's lips unwillingly
parted. She squirmed, as my fingers slipped along her groove. The previous
evening I had seen this child repeatedly, reluctantly respond to the attention
of Chantou's tongue and now, despite her obvious aversion, she could not
help flooding herself with juice to ease my passage. My fingers slipped deeper
and I felt an obstruction. I explored this, and she winced and gasped. I
withdrew.
One of the reasons that the girls at PP3 were made to take such a lot of
intense exercise was to stretch, weaken or even rupture their hymens, so
that when their virginities were taken the physical obstacle would be slight,
although the moral, emotional and psychological barriers would remain. In
Anastasia's case, the seal obviously remained intact, though how firmly time
would tell.
I left Anastasia panting and moved on to the beautiful Ellerie. She gasped
with horror as my hard length rubbed across her tummy. "Oh don't! Please
don't!" she moaned, which was very naughty as they had all been told not
to speak unless in answer. I considered gagging her for her insolence, but
chose an easier way of shutting her up. I bent my knees to bring our heads
level and kissed her sweet full lips, forcing them apart and pressing my
tongue into her mouth. She struggled against me and I felt delicious sensations
as, not only was I enjoying her mouth but my changed stance had brought my
cock lower so that it was now pressing between her thighs. Her curiously
coloured eyes widened in terror at what I might do, but I did not believe
I could easily rape her maidenhood from her in this position even had I wanted
to, and anyway this was a gratification I preferred to take at my leisure.
Instead, I put my hands on her developing breasts which felt firm and well-formed
beneath grasp. As I rubbed these small but perfectly formed breasts, I was
instantly rewarded as her nipples hardened, though perhaps as much from stress
as physical desire. My tongue searched out hers and wrestled with it. A shudder
ran through her body - Disgust? Delight? - I cannot tell. I took my mouth
from hers and stood more upright. My hand moved between her legs. Like Anastasia,
she instinctively tried to protect her most intimate part by closing her
legs, and as her thighs were much more firmly rounded, she had more success.
But a child on tiptoe with her wrists tied above her head is no match for
a grown man, especially one as determined as I, and I wedged my knees between
her legs and forced them wide so that all Ellerie achieved was that her feet
no longer supported her and she dangled helplessly as my finger freely groped
her cunt. Unlike Anastasia, she did not immediately oil my entry, and it
was hard going getting past her dry lips. But with her legs wide-open she
could not stop me from going where I wished and my middle finger explored
her to the knuckle without discovering any impediment to my entry. So her
hymen was no more, but I guessed from her lack of sexual response that this
was a consequence only of her active lifestyle rather than any male intrusion.
Despite her dryness my exploratory digit detected that her vagina was capacious..
I removed my finger and walked round behind her. She twisted her head in
anxiety to see what I might do next, but I snapped at her to face forwards
and with a tremulous moan she obeyed. Ellerie's bum, like the rest of her,
was a joy to behold. Her recent pubertal changes to her juvenile body had
widened her hips and broadened her bottom and had laid down a deeper layer
of sub-cutaneous fat to give it a truly superbly rounded shape with just
the right amount of jutting prominence desirable in a young girl. I considered
the many pleasures that bottom could deliver. It was just made for spanking,
though to judge from Ellerie's response to Julie's smacks she was not accustomed
to corporal punishment. Well, she would have to get used to it here. I moved
close to her so that my cock pressed against her concave spine and my balls
rested on that jutting bum. My thighs pressed against the silky soft squashiness
of her buttocks. It was delicious.
I moved on before I became carried away; back to Anastasia whose bum was
small and slender. Still, it had its attractions. I slapped it hard and a
startled "Ouch!" of pain escaped the Russian's lips as she jiggled on the
end of her rope. I pushed closer and rubbed my cock on the cloak of Blonde
hair that swept don almost to her hips. I took some silky strands and wrapped
them around my cock which delighted in that glorious bondage. Once again,
I had to stop before my feelings overcame me.
I walked round Anastasia and stood in front of my pretty French girl. Ophelie's
dark eyes were not quite able to hide her nervousness, but I could see that
she was doing her best to control herself. I imagined that huge computing
brain calculating the best strategy to avoid too much pain and humiliation.
She was wasting her time, of course; she would get what I wished for her.
Nonetheless, I liked her for trying; her high intelligence would add spice.
As with Anastasia and Ellerie, I moved in close and rubbed my cock and balls
against her small tummy. I am sure she did not like it, but she stood still,
breathing steadily. I reached for her breasts, which were not much to be
honest, just small cones of flesh, mostly flattened just now by her posture,
but with surprisingly long nipples. I tweaked these and Ophelia's face could
not help grimacing. I smiled at this standard response. I moved my hand down
to her hairless slit. Unlike the other two, Ophelie was sensible enough actually
to open her legs a little to allow easier access to my hand. My middle finger
stroked the line of her vulva. She shuddered and I wondered whether she was
disgusted, frightened or excited. Not the last, I thought, as she was quite
dry when my middle finger sought entry. But I persisted and she shut her
eyes. A little drop of love oil eased my way - I wondered if she had willed
it. But she was very tight and I did not press on any further just then but
removed my hand and moved round behind her. Her bottom was small and round
- typical of the ten-year-old she was. Her dark plaits hung below her shoulder
blades. I pushed close and pressed my cock against her narrow back. I took
hold of the ends of her two plaits and slowly bent my knees so that my cock
slid down over her bumpy backbone and along the soft crease of her bottom.
Naturally, her head had to follow her hair and her neck bent backwards. Her
body shook with strain from this stretched position but apart from juddering
gasps, she made no protest. I held her so only a short time before releasing
her. The little French girl had my respect, which unfortunately for her would
probably inspire me to more cruelty.
I left Ophelie and turned my attention to Chantou. I looked at her rounded
little body elongated somewhat by the rope. I had explored her more thoroughly
than any of the others, as she had been the focus of the previous evening's
entertainment. I recalled her talented tongue and receptive bum with satisfaction.
I tickled her between her plump thighs and she squirmed. I grinned at her,
but she did not grin back.
I walked away from my suspended victims and considered what to do next. I
turned to my teenage aide. "OK, Julie - strip off!"
The sixteen-year-old's pretty face showed a comical mixture of surprise,
anxiety and hopeful anticipation. But regardless of what I wanted from her,
my well-trained assistant was quick to obey. Off in a flash came her shoes,
socks, skirt, blouse, bra and panties and in a couple of blinks she was nude
and awaiting my further instructions. I had seen her naked before, of course,
when I had viewed the recording of her masturbating after she had become
frustratedly excited by observing my cruel enterprises. But seeing her in
the flesh was even better. Her adolescent figure was naturally much more
mature than the pre-pubertal beauties stretched out before me, but she was
not yet fully grown and retained an element of the girl about her. Nonetheless,
she was more woman than child. Her breasts were very shapely and her hips
considerably broadened. The most obvious difference though, which emphasised
the changes of puberty and burgeoning adulthood, was the curly tangle of
pubic hair that covered her genital cleft.
"Right Julie," I said when my eyes had had their fill of her charms, "go
up to the gallery and let down Chantou and Ophelie."
Julie immediately obeyed, bounding up the staircase, her muscles rippling
and her bottom bouncing on every step. She loosened the ropes of the youngest
two girls and they lowered their arms and feet with an expression of relief
tempered by anxiety about what was to come next. When Julie descended, I
told to detach the ropes from the pair, but to leave their cuffs on. This
done, told her to put a cushion on the floor and to lie down with her head
resting on it. Julie complied, now looking definitely eager. Once the teenager
was on her back, I led Ophelie and Chantou over.
"Ophelie, you are to lie on your back on Julie's chest with your legs astride
her head." The French child spoke fluent English and so had no trouble understanding
what was required of her so soon she was in position, her bald crotch close
to Julie's mouth and her head cushioned on her stomach. Chantou did not have
so much English, but she comprehended well enough as I pushed her into place
with a few short words of command and before long she was kneeling on the
floor astride Ophelie's face with her own face tight by Julie's groin.
"Begin!" I instructed. None of the girls needed to hear the unspoken threat
of what would happen if they failed to quickly bring each other to orgasm
and they immediately set to work with a will. Actually, I was most interested
in Ophelie's response. I was sure Chantou's talented tongue would soon bring
the hot teenager to a climax. And I was equally certain that Julie was skilled
enough to work the same magic on Ophelie. But how would the inexperienced
French girl manage in pleasuring Chantou? I looked forward to discovering
the answer to this intriguing question.
The trio began and I watched their bobbing heads and writhing hips with interest.
Ophelie's was the cunt I could see best and I saw Julie's knowledgeable tongue
run up and down along her slit and flick out to search for her clitoris.
While she did this own bottom squirmed as Chantou's expertise was put to
work on the adolescent's hairy crotch. Ophelie herself was clearly doing
her best stimulate the Cambodian's quim, but I could not see much of how
she was managing as her face was buried beneath Chantou's body. But Julie's
face was quickly inflamed by a sexual flush and in her rising excitement
she worked even more fervently at Ophelie's crotch. As for that girl herself,
I noted that she spread her legs wider and that her slot gaped slightly,
and glistened from a mixture of Julie's spit and her own juice.
But if Ophelie was becoming aroused, how was she doing passing on pleasure
to Chantou? Quite well, it seemed, for the Cambodian's plump little buttocks
were now rising and falling as she pushed against Ophelie's active mouth.
I smiled as I guessed what Ophelie's tactics were: she was using her intelligence
to recognise those of Julie's techniques that gave her the most excitement
and then doing her best to mimic them on Chantou's body. Well, the strategy
seemed to be working!
Julie climaxed! Her bottom bounced and her body heaved, almost knocking little
Ophelie sideways. But that child was determined to keep her cunt close to
Julie's mouth, and far from forgetting her duty, Julie was inspired by her
orgasm to make even greater efforts on the small girl's sexual parts. And
all her hard work was achieving good results. Ophelie's clitoris was now
properly aroused, a tiny, but clearly perceptible protuberance proudly risen
from its protecting hood. Julie's head bent eagerly forward, seeking it out,
kissing and sucking at that minute projection of excited flesh.
Ophelie was trying to transmit some of her own ecstasy to Chantou and to
judge from the little Asian's frenetic writhing she was succeeding quite
brilliantly. Chantou in turn was passing on pleasure to Julie who was giving
it back to Ophelie. So it went on, round and round. Julie began to build
towards her second orgasm, but before she got there, Chantou surprised me
by suddenly cumming like a train, pressing down ever tighter as she ground
her own groin into the French child's face. Ophelie's chest heaved and she
began to thrash about as mouth and nose were smothered by Chantou's plump
crotch and thighs. I watched Ophelie struggle to get her breath. I did not
want her or either of the others to be seriously harmed, but the passing
panic of helpless suffocation might have interesting consequences. So it
seemed, for in a few moments Chantou yelped and pulled back. I guessed Ophelie
had enterprisingly bitten some sensitive part! A moment or two after that,
Ophelie herself began to cum with great vigour, pressing her own cunt against
Julie's slobbering mouth. So there they were, all three cumming together
and writhing in collective rapture.
I ordered the girls to their feet. I am sure Julie would have wished to continue,
and even Chantou and Ophelie may not have been altogether averse, but they
were not here for their pleasure, but for mine. I told Julie to put Chantou
back on her rope. Ophelie looked at me nervously, obviously wondering what
next was in store for her.
While Julie was stringing up the Cambodian girl, I lay myself down where
Julie had been with my head resting comfortably on the pillow facing the
three suspended girls. I told Ophelie to kneel down either side of my stomach
and to suck me off. I warned her not to use her hands. She put her bound
wrists between my legs, bent her head forward and gingerly encircled my glans
with her lips. Although she was plainly utterly inexperienced at cock sucking,
she now had the knowledge gained from stimulating Chantou's cunt, and so
she knew that her tongue could be used to good effect. So the clever little
French kid sucked away at the very tip of my cock while licking it at the
same time.
When I felt she had become used to the gagging sensation of having a grown
man's swollen prick between her lips, I reached forward and took her head
firmly between my hands. She tensed her neck against me for a second -an
automatic response, I guess - but, sensible that she had no choice in the
matter, she then made herself relax and I pushed her head firmly down so
that she took more of me into her mouth. I did not force her too much - I
had no wish for her to choke and she was new to this. She fluttered little
in panic at the extra intrusion, but settled when she realised I was not
insisting on too much and that she could still move her mouth up and down
while breathing through her nose. As she worked away, her body bowed along
my stomach, I looked at her little bent bum and between her spread thighs
I watched her slightly gaping slit.
As she was only small, her genital parts were out of reach of my mouth, but
I reached out my hands and gently stroked her vulva. Whereas earlier, when
she had been suspended with the others and I had touched her, she had been
dry, now, after the attentions of Julie's mouth, young Ophelie was definitely
wet. My fingers slid over her labia and I was amused to feel her squirm in
unwilling pleasure. Despite herself, my young partner began to move her mouth
with more commitment. My finger slipped further inside her. She was tight,
but receptive. Suddenly, her body juddered stiffly and her lips briefly left
me as she gasped a half-smothered squeal. I guessed that I had reached the
remnants of her hymen, making further progress painful to her. Having discovered
what I wanted, I retreated slowly and she resumed her inexpert fellatio.
I slid my finger from Ophelie's quivering quim and moved my hand to her cute
little bottom. This was small, but round and resilient. I pressed my palms
to the soft, springy mounds of flesh and felt them move beneath my touch..
With four fingers indenting each creamy cheek, I used my thumbs to open her
wide to reveal the wrinkled, cyclopean eye of her arse-hole. I slight moan
came from Mademoiselle at this new indignity. I smiled and my cock stretched
its head yet further in appreciation of her discomfort. I changed the position
of my hands, now using the left to hold open Ophelie's bottom with thumb
and fingers on either side. Then I tickled her bum-hole with my right forefinger
making her squirm from tingling shame.
I took my hands away. Ophelie's lips and tongue continued in their task.
She was nothing like as good as Chantou - who was?! But she was clearly doing
her utmost to satisfy me, and her very gaucheness was in a curious way stimulating,
and I felt my cock expand still more. I raised my right hand and slapped
Ophelie's upturned bottom leaving a bright pink imprint of my fingers on
her right buttock. She started in surprise and sting of the smack. I slapped
her again. And again. She began to suck at me more urgently, perhaps believing
that these spanks were to goad her to greater efforts as one might crack
the crop at a faltering pony. But the truth was that I slapped her simply
because it pleased me. Yet her increased zeal and my own pleasure did have
just the effect she sought and I felt my testicles tighten in preparation
for delivering a full load to Ophelie's working mouth.
"Make sure you swallow it," I instructed hoarsely just before I shot down
her throat.
She did her best, poor child, but inevitably some spilled from her lips.
I was not too bothered, to be honest, but I made a promise to myself to punish
her later for her lapse. Meanwhile, temporarily satisfied, I told Julie to
string up Ophelie with the others. While she attended to this, I ran my eyes
along my four little girls from left to right ending with Ellerie.
"Hm," I said musingly, "you've got off scot-free so far, Ellerie. I think
you can perform next."
The little American girl stared back at me with horror filled eyes.
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