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CANDYLAND CUNNIES (Mf, incest, cons, pedo)
Andrew Roller
Chapter One
I guess I have a sense of adventure. Sexual adventure, that is, to distinguish
it from all other types of adventure. At least thatÕs what a guy on the
Internet told me. I was doing Internet Relay Chat, which some people call
ÔCherry Chat,Õ because, I guess, thereÕs lots of girls who have slumber parties
in the summer time and like nothing more than going on IRC and chatting up
perverts while safe inside their daddieÕs house.
Of course, I had no interest in talking to any perverts, but I did wonder
if there were any hunky guys using the Internet. Maybe some jocks who needed
some help with their math or something. I figured, being in eighth grade,
I knew Ôcollege math,Õ at least at the level that those hunky dudes who play
football in college do. (Or rather, donÕt, until they get help from a sweet
helpful gal like me!)
I got on the IRC with this person named Terry. And I couldnÕt tell whether
it was a woman or a man! At first I was put off a little, insisting on knowing
their gender, but they just kept peppering me with questions, and pretty
soon they were sexual questions and I was doing my best to make up the answers.
ÔCause, you know, I didnÕt really know the answers.
Terry found out that I had an interest in having a sexual adventure. ThatÕs
what Terry said. I didnÕt know it myself. I just answered the questions
that Terry posed. And it turned out that Terry lived nearby.
I signed off right away when I learned that! After all, I didnÕt want anybody
to know where I was staying or that I wanted to have a sexual adventure.
But the next night, with my parents asleep and with me feeling bored and
restless in bed, I got on the Net again. And there was Terry, waiting for
me!
I was too curious not to continue our conversation. We chatted some more,
and I began to feel that Terry might be a woman. My parents were staying
for the summer at a resort in Canada. My mom was attending a gynecologistÕs
convention and my dad was practising his golf swing. And seeing another
woman. IÕd figured that out, in the last few days, as mom hurried off to
her meetings and dad suddenly seemed less possessive of me. And then IÕd
see him on the golf course, with a girl by his side, perhaps 20, wearing
a very short skirt and letting Dad help her with her swing.
So I was left to myself, mostly. With a big pool full of snotty girls,
and guys who wanted to grope me. Or tennis courts, populated by the same
people. But IÕd had tongues stuck down my throat before, on previous summers,
at other resorts, and IÕd had guys pinch my ass. I was looking for something
a little more sophisticated. I didnÕt really need to do summer camp again.
Maybe IÕd ODÕed on too much ÔSnoopy Goes to Summer Camp.Õ I liked it a
lot when I was little. I even had a VHS tape of it once, until I watched
it so much I wore it out. But now, every time I even thought of going where
I was supposed to, to the resortÕs big pool or its tennis courts, I just
thought, ÒYep. Snoopy Goes to Summer Camp.Ó And I felt like one of the
silly little eight-year-olds that I saw running merrily around the pool and
splashing everyone who tried to lie out.
So, I found Terry instead.
ÒI canÕt believe it. YouÕre going to Oakland Ridge Resort?Ó Terry typed
to me over IRC.
ÒYes,Ó I typed back. ÒBut itÕs soooo boring. :( You know how resorts
are. How to get the Clap from some guy you donÕt even like in 3 weeks or
less.Ó
ÒOh, I know what you mean,Ó Terry typed back. ÒBut I live nearby. And
I own a horse farm. You can visit me anytime.Ó And Terry gave me the address.
As I thought about Terry and her horse farm (I was becoming more and more
convinced that Terry was, in fact, a woman), I couldnÕt put it out of my
mind. After all, Terry was the one whoÕd had so many sexual questions for
me. And whoÕd told me I wanted to go on a sexual adventure. And she owned
a horse farm?! Somehow that mixture just sent shivers down my spine like
you wouldnÕt believe.
So, one morning, knowing my parents wouldnÕt miss me, I got up very early.
It was still quite cold, with mist lying on the ground, but I got out my
new bikini, one my mom insisted was too daring for me to wear, and I slipped
it on. It had adjustable cups and I stood there in my bedroom trying to
get them to work. I was 13, and IÕd just grown tits. Why they suddenly
popped out, I have no idea, since my mom said sheÕd had to wait for hers
until she was 17. But mine arrived early I guess, and I stood there in the
chilly morning, with my panties still lying in my open dresser drawer, trying
to get those delicate cups to sit just right on my bosoms. They were salaciously
narrow. The slightest mispositioning of them might let one of my nipples
pop out. I guess the fact that my nipples were hard didnÕt help. Every
time I moved the soft bra cups back or forth, IÕd be sliding them over my
pointy nipples. IÕd have to let out a little sigh, and IÕd feel a naughty
sense of lust fill my tummy.
But I finally got the bra on correctly and then I fetched my panties from
the drawer and I put them on too. They were as stringy as my bra. Mom said
they shouldnÕt make such sexy swimwear in a junior size, for 12-year-old
girls. IÕd got the swimsuit when I was 12, from some uncle of mine who mom
felt was much too indulgent. And IÕd kept it, though sheÕd tried to throw
it out. IÕd kept it, waiting for my titties to grow, and then, quite suddenly,
and much to my momÕs chagrin, I think, remembering how shocked sheÕd been
when IÕd developed little paps on my chest at age 8, my bosoms blossomed.
And then my anticipation was over and I could actually try on my bikini,
having something real to stuff into those tiny bra cups.
Sometimes at night IÕd put on my naughty, ÒsinfulÓ bikini, as my dad called
it (my mom called it ÒabusiveÓ) and IÕd strut back and forth in my bedroom,
alone, staring at myself in my mirror.
Now I was going to wear my bikini for real. I was determined to do it.
I felt quite shy about it. ThatÕs why I got up so early. I was going to
wear it and march myself through the woods, finding all my courage (I hoped!)
to do it, and I was going to go find out about Terry and her horse farm and
what it was like to go on a sexual adventure.
I slipped downstairs and tied on my newest pair of tennis shoes. They were
a bright mixture of yellow and pink, with pink laces. I liked them a lot.
They showed me off when I walked down the street and I liked that. Perhaps
they werenÕt the best choice for sneaking out of my house, but I liked them
so much I couldnÕt bear not to wear them.
I left our rented resort house, closing the door quietly. I knew I couldnÕt
find the courage to go visit Terry alone, so I went to the pool first. I
knew sometimes a lifeguard was there, in the early morning hourse, cleaning
it. I hoped the pool needed some cleaning this morning, Ôcause I needed
a lifeguard.
I walked along the deserted streets of the resort. Trees lined the street,
tall white pines with their branches trimmed perfectly, belying the sense
of nature we were all supposed to feel. Everything at this resort was that
way. Natural, but too-well trimmed, organized, put in its place and kept
there.
Arriving at the pool I found myself peering through its chain link fence.
And there he was. IÕd never seen him before, and he wasnÕt quite what IÕd
hoped for, being a little too skinny, I thought (although my mom says I have
Ôfantastical expectationsÕ when it comes to boys.)
He was dragging leaves to the edge of the pool using a long stick. He was
just wearing his swimsuit and sneakers and I thought he looked kind of silly,
wearing a lifeguardÕs speedo swimsuit, so tight it showed his dick, and a
pair of sneakers. But I knew he needed the sneakers to go tromping around
at the back end of the pool where some forest was allowed to intrude. There
was a big stand of trees at the back of the pool and once a week the lifeguards
had to spend their morning cleaning out fallen sticks and debris back there.
I guessed this was just such a morning and it was just as well, for I needed
my lifeguard to go hiking with me to TerryÕs place.
The lifeguard was tanned and lean (too lean, I thought, though he must have
been no more than 15) and he looked up at me.
ÒPoolÕs closed,Ó he said, and went back to his work. Well, I felt kind
of stupid. I felt like a little girl pressing my nose to the fence, pressing
my nose to it and too dumb to know that the pool didnÕt open for another
two hours.
But I stood there, feeling embarrassed. I just kept staring at him, while
simultaneously hoping that no one drove by, for with the street behind me
and me in a thong-backed bikini, I knew IÕd make quite a cute picture of
ass flesh for whoever drove by. It would be the gardeners probably, rude
rough men who had no manners at all. I didnÕt really want to make their
morning for them by showing them my bare ass.
So I just kept staring, and pretty soon he noticed and, this time, he put
down his pole. I clanked as it hit the poolÕs decking and he came strutting
over to me, looking all self-confident and important. He had on a pair of
sunglasses, pushed up into his hair so he could see, since it was still dewy
and misty outside, with the big trees all around us blocking out much of
the sunlight. On his speedoes, sewn in to give him authority, was the red
cross that showed he was an official lifeguard.
He swaggered over to me, cutting through the grass that lined the fence
and, quite ridiculously, tripping over a branch that had fallen from one
of the trees. He came up to me and stared at me through the fence. I saw
him swallow once as his eyes lit upon my bosoms caught in their tiny adjustable
cups.
ÒThis pool does not open until 9 oÕclock,Ó the lifeguard boy said to me.
His cock seemed to have grown a little in his speedos. He put his hands
on his hips.
ÒWhat makes you think I even want to go swimming?Ó I asked him. I looked
like a little imp, I knew, sticking my pug nose out, my eyes glaring and
my mouth sassy. I clung to the fence, knowing if I let go heÕd have won
and IÕd be left to creep back home. I didnÕt have the guts to visit Terry
by myself.
ÒWell, youÕre AT the fucking pool, arenÕt you? What am I supposed to think,
that youÕre going to Mars?Ó the smart-assed boy asked me.
ÒIÕm going on a sexual adventure,Ó I told him. ÒTO a horse farm.Ó
This blew his mind. I knew it would. He swallowed hard and his cock, though
I tried not to look at it, got very hard in his swim trunks.
ÒSo what do you need me for?Ó he asked haltingly, at last, after what seemed
like hours. Was he admitting that he was inexperienced? Unknowing? I wanted
to ask him but I knew it would just piss him off and IÕd lose him.
ÒI need you to come along to protect me,Ó I said very quietly and seriously.
And I did. I wasnÕt going to go on a sexual adventure all by myself!
ÒYou donÕt even know me,Ó the boy answered.
ÒYouÕre a lifeguard, arenÕt you?Ó I asked him.
ÒWell, yes...Ó
ÒSo come along and guard my life. I donÕt want to get killed or anything.Ó
ÒUm, okay,Ó he said. Just like that. It was so sweet. I know he thought
heÕd get me to drop my panties the minute he came out from behind the fence,
but I was determined not to let him do that. I sat down on the curb by the
road and waited for him. I heard him bang through the doors of the poolÕs
clubhouse, coming from the inside of the pool round about to where I sat,
on the other side of the fence. And then he was there, standing over me,
with his penis big and hard in his swimsuit and me thinking he didnÕt look
so skinny after all, now that he was so close to me and standing above me.
I stood up. I tugged at the string in my bottomcrack so it wouldnÕt press
into me so tightly. I took his hand.
ÒWhere are we going?Ó he asked.
ÒTo a horse farm, silly,Ó I told him.
ÒDo I get to ride you there?Ó he asked sarcastically.
ÒNo,Ó I replied. ÒYou just get to protect me. And donÕt try anything.
I just need you for protection.Ó
I pulled him onto the grass and we walked along the fence that guarded the
pool. Soon we were in the woods, and as we walked they became wilder and
the formality of the tree-lined boulevards, with their clipped branches and
perfect blossoms on the flowering trees, was gone.
The ground rose under our feet and I panted a little as I tugged my lifeguard-boyfriend
along. He was surprisingly quiet. He let me lead him as if he were just
a big dog. In truth I think he was so hard inside his swimsuit that every
step he took threatened to give him a premature ejaculation. He was so worried
about cumming that he had no time to think about contradicting me or teasing
me or trying to yank off my swimsuit. I donÕt think, for all his bravado,
that heÕd been with a girl in such a skimpy swimsuit before.
We mounted a rise and found ourselves in a clearing and suddenly we both
knew we were outside the resort grounds. There, before us, lying low in
the first of the valleys that stretched out before us, was a horse corral
and a big stately farmhouse and a barn. I glanced about me. IÕd put on
my compass watch and I checked it to see where we were. IÕd only been in
Girl Scouts for a month, just this spring, before my mom and dad made me
come with them to the resort, but I had learnt in Girl Scouts how to read
a compass.
ÒYep, thatÕs it,Ó I said with all the self-confidence I could muster. I
had no idea, really, but Terry had said her barn had an Amish design painted
on the side of it and this one did.
I tugged on my lifeguardÕs hand and down we went, picking our way down the
hill through loose gravel and rocks. I saw some daisies growing by a tree
and I stopped and bent over and sniffed them. I clung possessively to my
panties as I bent over Ôcause I really did want to sniff the diasies but
I didnÕt want my randy lifeguard to get any ideas. The daisies smelled sweet
and there was a sprinkling of dew upon them. I reached down and picked one.
My lifeguard stood beside me. I caught a glimpse of his crotch out of the
corner of my eye and he was bulging like a banana in front.
I stood up. I put the daisy in my hair. I felt delicious. I had a not-so-skinny
lifeguard with me and IÕd invited him to go with me on a sexual adventure.
ÒYou look cute,Ó he said to me. I hadnÕt asked his name.
ÒWhatÕs your name?Ó I inquired. He paused a moment, as if he couldnÕt remember.
He was staring at my tits. My nipples had sprung up anew (theyÕd subsided
as we hiked) and he looked like he wanted to suck them.
ÒDan,Ó he said.
ÒDan, take down your swimtrunks,Ó I told him.
ÒHuh?Ó he asked.
We stood in the cool misty woods and the trees surrounded us and hushed
our conversation.
ÒPull down your swim trunks, silly,Ó I repeated. He hesitated and then,
putting his hands into the waistband of his suit, he yanked it down to his
knees.
ÒOh!Ó I cried, quite surprised. IÕd never seen a guyÕs dick before and
it sprang right out at me. It was big and long and impossibly hard. For
a moment I just stared at it. Then, not knowing quite what to do with it,
I reached behind myself and untied my bra. He stood watching. I saw him
flinch as my fresh, newly grown bosoms tumbled out of my bra cups. My nipples
were as pointy and hard as his big sausage was.
Carefully I looped my bra over the shaft of his penis, just below his crown.
I tied it so that he was caught like a pony in a harness. Except that he
was harnessed by his dick, not his head.
ÒNow weÕre going to go to the horse farm,Ó I told him.
ÒYou are totally insane,Ó Dan said to me. I was afraid he would fight me
but, with a teeny string bra wrapped around his big penis, I realized his
greatest fear was that heÕd spoil his fun and spurt onto my thigh. I led
him down the hill, wearing a daisy in my hair and my thong panties, and my
bright day-glo tennies, but nothing else. IÕd give him as a present to Terry,
I decided, to show her I was serious about having a sexual adventure. ÔBring
Your Own Boy,Õ I laughed to myself. Yes, I wasnÕt old enough to bring my
own beer, but I could bring my own boy on my sexual adventure.
I know what youÕre thinking. DonÕt tell me you went for a hike through
the woods to go meet a stranger, tugging a boy along with his pants round
his knees and using your bra for a leash! Well, I suppose you spent your
day at the pool, plotting designs on the various lifeguards, and getting
splashed by little kids with their pesky plastic buckets. ItÕs much easier
to go on a little hike, believe me, rather than fighting all those children
all day and trying to play babysitter for different moms and wishing you
could get the lifeguard to look at you when all he sees is the 17-year-old
chick who has hips that are bigger than yours. All you do is, 1. arrive
early. You always get noticed more if youÕre the only girl at the pool.
2. tell the lifeguard youÕre going on a sexual adventure. 3. have someplace
to go (like TerryÕs horse farm). If youÕre lucky the guy will come right
along with you, and heÕll be too worried about embarrassing himself by shooting
off his erection to give you much trouble.
So we walked down through the trees and I found myself standing outside
TerryÕs farmhouse. I wasnÕt sure it was hers, but I guessed if it wasnÕt
my boyfriend and I could dash back into the woods. Dan would have to yank
his swimsuit back up, of course, if he was going to run good, but I figured
that was his problem. I walked him up a gravel path that ran between two
rows of rosebushes. We walked quietly, hoping that our sneakers didnÕt crunch
too loudly on the gravel. Dan was getting more and more nervous about having
his shorts around his knees as we approached the strangerÕs house. But I
think weÕd spent so much time in school being warned about ÔStranger DangerÕ
that it was kind of a kick for us both to walk up to some unknown personÕs
house with him bare-ass naked and me topless. Maybe it was the mist, lingering
between the bushes, letting us feel concealed even though we werenÕt. It
made my skin a little wet and I was impossibly cool and chilly, but at the
same time I felt hot inside of me, and I was too turned on by my plight to
not at least ring the doorbell of the house in front of us.
ÒYou are totally fucking insane!Ó Dan whispered to me as we stepped up onto
the porch of the big house. Its boards creaked beneath our feet.
ÒJust donÕt shoot when she opens the door,Ó I told him.
ÒHow do you know its a woman who lives here?Ó Dan asked. His eyes were
wide. He was more enthralled than ever, not only being led around on a penis
leash made from my bra, but about to present his loins in all their glory
to a woman!
I wasnÕt sure it was a woman we were meeting. I was desperately curious.
Fortunately, we both had our tennis shoes on, Dan and me. As I reached
up to ring the doorbell I felt certain weÕd both run the minute I pressed
it. Like children, ringing doorbells and running and hiding.
Before I could touch the doorbell the door opened. I was so shocked! I
yanked my hand back and stood there staring. A woman with dark hair and
porcelain features, wearing a robe as if sheÕd just gotten out of bed or
her bath, stood in the doorway. She smiled softly. I felt Dan step forward.
She looked at me, as if to acknowledge me, woman to woman, and then she
looked at Dan with his big penis sticking out and his shorts round his knees.
Dan wasnÕt going to run, I suddenly realized. HeÕd found his Dream Woman
and he was uncomfortable, maybe, about being seen by her with his pants down,
but when youÕre a boy and 15 I donÕt think youÕre too shy if you think you
can whack off with a woman who looks like sheÕs just stepped out of Penthouse.
And Terry did, for I knew it must be her. Who else would have entertained
me on IRC with so many tempting questions? She had a feline look to her,
all graceful and yet with a scent of menace. Her lips were beestung and
looked as if they spent most mornings around penises like the one Dan was
currently displaying. A large bust impressed itself into the front of her
gown, jiggling as she let out a little giggle, looking at Dan. She smiled
almost shyly and then, in tune with the brooding sense of sexuality she exuded,
she reached out and gently pried my bikini bra from my hand. It gave her
possession of Dan. She tugged hard on the bra-leash. Dan let out a yelp
and felt himself pulled forward by his cock much more forcefully than IÕd
ever done. He waggled bare-ass into her house. His stiff erection made
him hugely uncomfortable, I guessed. He looked sick with desire to cum and
yet, at the same time, sick with fear that he would cum, shooting his load
like a small boy pees sometimes, when he canÕt save himself Ôtil he gets
to the bathroom.
ÒYou must be Katy,Ó the awsome black-haired woman said to me.
I nodded. I was mute. I was standing on her porch in just my thong bikini
panties and my day-glo tennies and I had no idea what to say.
ÒCome inside, please,Ó she urged. ÒIÕm afraid youÕll catch cold standing
out there in just your bikini bottoms.Ó
I slipped inside. I felt like a kitten being let into a strangerÕs house.
Mewing outside, then suddenly the door opens and you donÕt know whether
to dash away or... whether youÕll get a fresh bowl of warm milk if you venture
indoors. IÕd brought the fresh milk, I feared. Dan looked like he was in
danger of spilling it all out on TerryÕs living room carpet.
A fire crackled in the corner of the living room. I felt chilly suddenly,
perhaps at having finally arrived and letting the heat in my tummy subside
a little. It had been downright cold this morning, hadnÕt it? Why had I
put on such a silly bikini when it was so chilly outside? I padded over
to the fireplace and turned to see what Terry was doing to Dan. I put my
back to the fire. I felt its heat warm my bottom and I stood there rubbing
my ass, trying to warm it up.
ÒWhatÕs your name?Ó Terry asked Dan as discreetly as she could. She brushed
back her long black hair with her hand. It was held in a loose chignon but
locks of it kept falling down into her face. She held him firmly by my bra-leash
and I sensed from her eyes that she was determined that he not spill himself
on her carpet.
ÒUh, IÕm Dan and..Ó
Ò...this is my penis!Ó Terry finished for him, laughing. She tugged on
his cock, watching it stretch as she yanked him. ÒDan, you are so brave
to come here. And to show me yourself so freely! But you mustnÕt shoot
yourself on my rug, okay? Do you think you can hold back your sperm a little
while I fix us some breakfast?Ó
ÒGosh, I donÕt know,Ó Dan said frankly.
ÒYouÕre hungry, arenÕt you?Ó Terry asked.
ÒWell, yeah...Ó
In more ways than one, I was sure. I walked over from the fire, feeling
a little warmer now, a little more comfortable. If it was just me and Terry
here on her horsefarm well, I was glad I had come! What a strange, wonderful
woman this was. I guessed she must work as a whore or something, she seemed
so naturally, yet unbeliveably sexy. But I didnÕt dare ask. Instead I looked
at Dan, contemplating his penis, and I asked him, ÒDoes it hurt you when
it sticks out so big like that?Ó
ÒNo,Ó he said, looking at me. He watched how my bare breasts rose and fell
with my breaths. ÒWell, it does, kinda, but not in the way you mean.Ó
ÒHave you ever fucked, either of you?Ó Terry asked us. We both looked at
her. Then we looked at each other.
ÒWe just met this morning,Ó I offered, by way of excuse.
ÒYou must have lied a little bit on IRC then,Ó Terry smiled at me. I looked
down at my tennies. They glowed up at me, cherry bright.
ÒYeah,Ó I said quietly.
ÒItÕs okay. YouÕre both here now,Ó Terry replied. ÒIÕm sure your parents
wonÕt miss you Ôtil nightfall. LetÕs get something to eat. I have a feeling
you both skipped breakfast and IÕm hungry, anyway, for some food. We can
explore each other after weÕve gotten something to eat.Ó
Each other. The promise of those words made me shiver. I wasnÕt sure I
wanted to anything more than say hello and then say goodbye. But Terry led
us into her kitchen, pulling Dan along matter-of-factly, not letting him
get away, at least, and I decided to follow along. IÕm sure I could have
dashed back out her front door but she had my bra and I didnÕt want to leave
without it. I did have an appetite after all that hiking. But Dan, with
his penis all swollen and possessed by the leash, looked like he wasnÕt even
thinking of breakfast. Just shooting, shooting, shooting out his cum like
a boy dog does when it leaps on its master Ôcause it canÕt find a mate.
We walked from the living room into TerryÕs kitchen. It had an island in
the middle, with brass pots hanging overhead, and a gas range and a big sink
for washing vegetables and dishes. Terry pointed to the breakfast table
by the window and Dan and I both wandered over to the table and pulled out
chairs for ourselves. They were beige chairs that were made of solid oak
and they matched the table. Each one, thoughtfully, bore a cushion on it
to save our bare bottoms from having to sit on the hard wooden seats.
I sat down and looked anxiously at Dan. I was, to be honest, worried about
my hymen. Did I really want to lose it? Dan seemed engrossed with his erection.
If he was a virgin, like me, I donÕt think he had any second thoughts about
being here. He reached across the table and, despite looking silly with
his shorts around his knees and my bra tied around his penis, he clasped
my wrist. His eyes seemed to say, ÒDonÕt go. Stay with me please and...
let me fuck you?Ó I felt he was asking as much as telling. I knew he was
entralled with Terry and would take whatever she gave him, but he wanted
me too. I decided to stay to see what happened, at least. I glanced from
him out the window and saw the big sheltering trees of the forest all around
us. I remembered Hansel and Gretal, coming upon the witch in the gingerbread
house. But Terry was no witch, I was sure. She was too pretty for that.
I twisted my head round and looked at her to make sure she hadnÕt changed
into anything nasty.
Nope. There she was, pretty as ever, her robe modestly round her pinup
body, clinging to it, yet letting it show every curve of her as she bent
and lifted and stretched, getting her things to make breakfast for us.
Terry looked over her shoulder at us. ÒHow about oatmeal banana pancakes?Ó
she asked. She was as natural as if weÕd all been clothed in our Sunday
best. I was sure she must be a woodland Heidi, Heidi Fleiss I mean, but
that only made me more determined to find out more about her. How could
she be so beautiful and yet so natural and so free? Sex seemed as nothing
to her, as if we might eat and then, afterward, all lose our virginity.
In the soft light of the morning she seeemed as virginal as me, standing
there in her soft felt bathrobe. ÒDo you want pancakes?Ó she asked us.
ÒOr should I fix something else? Or are you both going to run away and leave
me here to eat by myself?Ó
ÒNo! Pancakes, thatÕs cool,Ó Dan blurted. He was so desperate to cum he
couldnÕt think of anything else.
ÒPancakes, please,Ó I said. I was feeling more and more like I had to rub
my pussy, it was so sensual sitting here, with my bare bottom on a soft cushion
and my feet dangling down from my chair, turning to look out the window and
seeing the squirrels.
Two squirrels mated on a tree branch and I saw it and Dan, turning his head,
saw it too. We both stared. The male mounted the female from behind, dominating
her furry body. He humped her hard and she tried to get away but he held
her tightly and he got his sperm into her. Dan was still holding me by my
wrist and I looked over at his wrist and saw the design someone had drawn
on the back of his hand in ink, some naughty girl perhaps, a design of a
heart with an arrow through it. And on his wrist Dan wore a leathern wristlet,
made mabye by some girl in arts and crafts class. I slipped my finger through
is wristlet and let myself be trapped by it. He looked from the squirrels
into my eyes.
ÒYouÕre pretty cute for a lifeguard,Ó I said to him.
ÒYouÕre pretty cut for an insane girl who belongs in a mental asylum,Ó he
replied. I looked down, a little hurt. He apologized. I reached under
the table and caught hold of his dick.
ÒDonÕt. IÕll cum,Ó he told me honestly. I rubbed him a little, very gently,
kneading his big sausage with my exploring fingertips.
ÒYouÕre going to cum anyways,Ó I replied, a little sassily.
ÒI know but...Ó he coughed. ÒNot yet.Ó
ÒYou want to do it to HER!Ó I accused, leaning forward, whispering.
ÒAnd you,Ó he said.
ÒI know you want to do it to me. YouÕve wanted to fuck me ever since you
saw me standing outside your pool!Ó
ÒNo, I was trying to keep you from trespassing,Ó Dan said. ÒThe pool opens
at nine oÕclock, not before.Ó
ÒWell, try to keep your big thingy from opening onto her floor!Ó I sassed.
I pulled my hand away. Then I felt between his legs again and found my
bra. I lifted it and tugged on his dick. ÒYou should pull up your pants
for breakfast,Ó I said to him hotly. I was aroused. I couldnÕt believe
how hairy his legs were. Yet his dick was smooth and iron-hard. I tugged
on my bra again.
ÒWould you both like some orange juice?Ó Terry asked. She walked over to
us and I was shocked to see she didnÕt have her robe on anymore. Her body
was tall and delicate, with a waspishly narrow waist but generous hips and
a full, womanly bottom. She had long legs and as she bent, showing her bottom
to me as she filled a glass with orange juice for Dan, her bosoms fell down
on DanÕs shoulder and he nearly spurted looking at them.
She straightened and then she turned to me and she turned right-side up
a glass that was already by my place at the table, and she filled it for
me. ÒI hope you donÕt mind that I took off my robe,Ó she said to me. ÒI
like to go nude indoors and I only put on a robe to answer the door.Ó
I seemed a little shocked and when sheÕd filled my glass she patted me on
the head. ÒYou are so sweet and naive,Ó she said to me. ÒHave you never
had sex? You must learn to enjoy your body. DonÕt worry, IÕm a woman.
I can help you if you like. But itÕs up to you, dear. IÕm a domme and I
donÕt believe in forcing people. Not unless they give me permission.Ó
ÒWhatÕs a--?Ó I mouthed the first part of my sentence but I couldnÕt find
the courage to finish it.
ÒWait! Let me get the pancakes before they burn!Ó Terry said to me, lifting
a finger. She spun on her heels, and I noticed for the first time that despite
her nudity she wore five inch spiked heels. Had she slept in them, I wondered?
Had she put them on after her morning bath, just to feel special? I had
no idea but I noticed they made her bottom swing with extra vigor as she
walked over to the stove and got our pancakes for us. She put them on plates
and sprinkled them with blueberries from the fridge. She served them to
us. Then, popping a bottle of champagne, careful not to let it spray her,
opening it over the sink, she filled glasses for us to celebrate with.
ÒHereÕs to your hymen!Ó Terry said teasingly to me, sitting down beside
me. Our table was small and round and both she and I could toy with DanÕs
cock if we wished. I felt myself flooded with intimate feelings. We ate
our pancakes. I asked Terry again what a ÔDommeÕ was.
ÒA Domme is someone who dominates people sexually,Ó Terry told me. ÒMen
visit me, or couples sometimes, and they pay me to awaken their bodies for
them. When I was on IRC with you I was actually looking to see if there
were any couples visiting Oakland Ridge who might want my services.Ó She
looked at me. She reached out and brushed a crumb of oatmeal pancake from
the corner of my mouth.
ÒYou were so curious, I couldnÕt resist toying with you, even though I knew
you werenÕt what I was looking for,Ó Terry said. She ate another bite of
pancake and then looked at me more seriously. ÒI must say...Ó she paused.
ÒIÕm proud of you for visiting me. You must be a very bored and spoilt
little girl to put on your best bikini and come marching over here to see
me. And youÕre clever too. IÕve seen girls wrap a guy around their finger,
but IÕve never seen a 13-year-old get her bra wrappped around a hunky dudeÕs
cock!Ó
ÒDo you think Dan is hunky?Ó I asked. I sipped some of my champagne. It
sent bubbles right to my head and I suddenly felt much more free talking
with Terry about sex and boys and stuff.
ÒHeÕs VERY hunky for his age,Ó Terry replied. She sipped her champagne
too. Dan had downed his and reached and filled up his glass with more from
the bottle Terry had set on the table. ÒHow old are you, Dan?Ó Terry asked.
ÒIÕm, uh, almost 16,Ó Dan answered. He filled his glass and downed it again.
ÒYouÕre not going to get drunk on me, are you, Dan?Ó Terry asked.
ÒNo, but IÕm not going to pass up good liquor, either,Ó Dan answered. ÒDo
you have more of this stuff?Ó
Terry laughed. She threw her head back and her bosoms bounced on her chest
as she laughed. Her voice was like small tinkling bells, all ringing at
once. ÒDan, my dear manly, hunky boy, I have Everything. I have hard liquor
and soft porn and drugs and the latest rock and roll, if you care to dance
with me. Dan, IÕm paid to make men happy. And women, too. ItÕs how I make
my living. I know how to use my body any way I please and I can play with
sex toys too, if you like. Do you read Penthouse, Dan?Ó
Dan looked embarrassed. He blushed. ÒSometimes,Ó he replied.
ÒDidnÕt you see last JanuaryÕs issue?Ó Terry asked.
ÒI guess I missed that one,Ó Dan replied.
ÒWell, it was a great issue, belive me, Ôcause I was the Pet for that month,Ó
Terry said. She shook her head and her bosoms shook on her chest as she
did it. ÒPoor Dan,Ó she said. ÒI guess you had to just look at your hand
that month, hmmm? Or was it your dadÕs old Playboys from 1968 that you looked
at?Ó
ÒWhat--Ó Dan was both curious and ashamed. ÒWhat makes you think I, uh,
you know...Ó
ÒMasturbate?Ó Terry laughed again. ÒYou donÕt have to be afraid to say
the word. I know about men, Dan.Ó Her eyes took on a serious look. ÒYouÕve
been making sperm since you were 12 or 13 and donÕt think for a moment that
I believe youÕve been holding it inside your balls all these years!Ó
ÒWell, no...Ó Dan answered. He took a sudden interest in finishing his
pancakes.
Terry discreetly failed to bring up my bodiesÕ desires. I was grateful
for that. I didnÕt really want Dan to know how I rubbed myself sometimes,
late at night, holding my thighs pressed together and feeling ashamed and
yet desperate. My cunny would burn for attention. I wouldnÕt know what
to do. IÕd hope that Superman or someone would fly into my window and save
me but it would never happen and IÕd be left staring through my window at
the moon, him observing, so calmly, as I shamed myself in his golden light.
I think we were both awed by DanÕs cock, Terry and I, as we sat eating our
pancakes. Now and then she would feel down under the table to make sure
he hadnÕt suffered an accident. ÒKeep your legs apart, WELL apart, Dan,Ó
Terry told him in no uncertain terms.
ÒItÕs my dick,Ó Dan protested.
ÒNot in my house, young man. Here it belongs to me,Ó Terry replied. She
winked at me. ÒAnd my friends, if they wish to partake.Ó
I could think of nothing else but DanÕs organ as I tried to eat my pancakes.
I drank more champagne to try to alleviate my desire for him, but it only
made my head swim more. Terry was so sexy! Her every movement sent her
breasts shivering and I knew mine, bare as hers, were wiggling too, delighting
DanÕs eyes, but somehow her womanly presence impressed me to the point of
wanting to rub myself. There was her, so light and gay, so nude, and Dan,
so hard, so desperately hard. I had begun the morning with a fairly chaste
walk through the woods but now I felt like a follower of Dionysis at a bacchanal.
I realized my thighs were pressed tightly together and I knew why.
ÒItÕs okay if you want to rub yourself,Ó Terry told me. ÒGo ahead. Put
your hand to your little clit and rub it in nice slow circles to prepare
yourself for DanÕs cock. You are going to take him, arenÕt you?Ó Her eyes
had lost their innocent charm and she looked like a ticketmaster standing
before a train, urging me to get on.
ÒI-- I,Ó I stuttered. Some munchings from my pancake dropped from my lips
as I chewed.
ÒRub yourself. IÕll rub myself too. I think youÕll have less trouble deciding
if you do,Ó Terry told me. She reached over and took my hand. She pulled
it from the table and pressed it down against my belly and then lower, and
lower still. I opened my thighs as she intruded my own fingers into the
front of my swimsuit. ÒI insist, dear. I want to see you rubbing yourself,
just like me.Ó Terry took her own free hand and frankly put it between her
thighs, spreading her legs to allow herself to play with her clit. She was
nude and she tugged at her pubic hair, encouraging me to do the same.
I felt inside my bikini. My pubic curls were soft and hot. I watched Terry
and dipped my hand lower, copying her. She took her hand from mine and let
me play with myself freely as she did the same with her own cunt.
ÒOh!Ó I cried. I dropped my fork. It clattered to my plate.
ÒThatÕs it. YouÕre so sensitive, dear! Look what just one touch does.
Do it some more. Make yourself wet for poor Dan here so he can stick himself
right in!Ó
I couldnÕt belive it. I felt so sinful! I rubbed my clit hard, feeling
its sponginess and its softness. It was definitely moist, and it grew juicier
as I plyed it with my intrusive fingertips. Terry smiled at me and did the
same to herself. We were both sinners and we were both going to Hell, I
knew, but watching her breasts bounce on her chest, and feeling my own wriggle
and jerk, I knew we would both go there happy.
ÒGod, that feels good!Ó Dan said with a big sigh.
ÒDan! Not YOU!Ó Terry reached under the table and pulled him away from
his organ. ÒYouÕll shoot sperm all over our legs if I let you play with
yourself. And your seed will be wasted. You need to save it for KatyÕs
virgin cunny, dear boy. SheÕs never done it before and youÕre the only penis
in the house. I really donÕt think she wants to get it from me, wearing
a strap on dildo!Ó
I flushed. Did Terry really own such things? In my passion, I tried to
imagine her strapping on such a horrid thing. ÔWell, babe,Õ sheÕd say to
me. ÔI guess olÕ Dan shot off too soon, so IÕm going to have to pretend
IÕm a boy and do you myself!Õ And sheÕd bend me over on her bed and ram
her fake store-bought prick right into me, deeper than Dan could, and more
firmly and lustily.
ÒOoooooh!Ó I shouted. I threw my head back. I was mad with bliss. I couldnÕt
think of anything now but sex, sex sex! It filled my tummy and made my thoughts
swim and I wanted to be forced to sit on something very hard. I yanked my
cushion out from under me and sat on the solid wood of the chair seat.
ÒGod, she wants it bad,Ó Terry exclaimed to herself and to Dan, looking
at me. ÒI think weÕve had enough breakfast kids. And enough champagne too,
Dan! LetÕs go upstairs and releive you both of your virginity.Ó
Terry rose and I stood up too, pushing my chair back abruptly, straightening
my legs, planting my feet solidly on the floor. Trying to regain my modesty,
I took my hand from inside my panties. But I hooked my thumbs into my waistband
drawstring and stood ready to drop them at TerryÕs command.
Dan stood up as quickly as I had. I think he was going to yank his shorts
off his legs but Terry reached out and grabbed up his penis-leash (my bra)
and yanked him toward herself before he could get his swimsuit off his legs.
I think she liked him with his suit round his knees, hobbling him. Boys
can get out of control sometimes. His suit and my bra kept him under her
tutelage.
We walked from the kitchen. I kept my hands at my waist, ready to rid myself
of my panties at a momentÕs notice. I felt my ass swaying behind me and
I knew my hymen to be lost. Terry led us back through the living room, with
its crackling, inviting fireplace, and up a long flight of stairs. She took
us down a hall to a bathroom.
ÒBoth of you, inside,Ó she urged. Dan preceeded me and I followed and she
locked the door behind us, stepping in too.
ÒNow, I want to fill a tub for both of you and give you both a bath first,Ó
she said. ÒA kind of wedding bath. You only lose your virginity once and
I want to make it as special as I can.Ó She smiled at us. She was nude
and her hair was loose and dark, matching her pussy. She wore her heels,
primly, as if prepared to go dancing, but nothing else. She turned from
us and Dan and I stood, shuddering with our need, and watched her bend over
and turn on the bathtub faucet. Her bottom was full and round and soft.
The crevice between her cheeks looked inviting even to me. I wanted to
kiss her big pumpkin and find her hole and stick my finger inside it.
Dan was beside himself. It took all his willpower for him to keep from
rubbing himself to ejaculation. I know he sounds like a total loser, wanting
to cum so much, but imagine if you were a guy and 15 and in a bathroom naked
with JanuaryÕs Penthouse Pet. And she wanted you to fuck a little virgin
girl who was standing right beside you, and you were a virgin yourself.
And the virgin girl, not being the goodest of girls, had puckishly tied her
bra around your big penis. Well, thatÕs what he was faced with, and I admired
his ability to hold in his seed, surrounded by so much female flesh. As
for myself, I stole my hand between my panties again and played with my cunt.
I was a girl. I could afford a little pleasure. I was to receive. Dan
had to work and sweat and fill me with himself. I only need be open to him.
Terry sprinkled some soap flakes into our bathwater to give us bubbles.
Then she turned around and faced us. She smiled, a concerned smile, knowing
we were both virgins and scared to death of what we were about to do. Me
especially.
ÒTake off your tennis shoes, both of you,Ó she laughed. ÒYouÕre taking
a bath together, silly dears! You canÕt wear your shoes in the bath.Ó
Dan bent down and I did too. I saw how his face banged his big erect penis
as he bent over and I marvelled at it. He undid his laces and I undid mine,
like children competing in kindergarten, both of us fast, quick-fingered.
In a moment he was barefoot and so was I.
ÒCome, into the tub,Ó Terry told us. She took Dan and me both by the hand
and dragged us forward, both of us shy as cats. I found as I looked into
the tub that it was shockingly different in its details from any tub IÕd
seen before. I had a big oval basin for two or three people, like any expensive
tub, and towels piled on its sides and a scrubrush and sponge. But besides
that, it had chains hanging above it, behind a little vanity drape that concealed
the chains from anyone in the bathroom save the bather herself. As I was
made to step into the tub by Terry I came underneath the chains and I looked
up at them worriedly.
ÒYes, donÕt sit down,Ó Terry told both Dan and I. ÒThis is a special, sexual
bath. IÕll take care of doing the honors. You both just stand and let me
tie you up.Ó
I was at a loss what to think. Dan seemed not of a mind to save me, or,
for that matter, himself. Terry took my wrists first and lifted them above
my head until I was standing on tiptoe.
ÒTerry! This water is freezing!Ó I complained. I had been so shocked by
the chains that IÕd hardly noticed it. Now, however, thankfully standing
in it only up to my calves, I felt like an eskimo forced to take a bath in
the Arctic.
ÒYes, darling, and IÕm sure youÕll find it all the better that IÕm binding
your hands above you to keep you out of such icy water,Ó she said. ÒIÕll
bet youÕve never taken such a cold bath before, hmmm? Well, itÕs what you
get when you visit a Domme. If I made everything just like youÕre used to
at home youÕd have no reason to see me!Ó She tossed her head, sweeping her
black hair out of her eyes. She was like a sensuous snake beside me, a pussy-snake,
lifting my hands and softly kissing my cheek as she made me stand very straight
in the tub.
There was a triangle made of gold hanging above my head and Terry closed
my fingers over its base. As I clasped it I sighed and my bosoms shook in
front of me, entrancing DanÕs eyes. I felt like I was on the monkeybars
in grade school. Now, though, IÕd grown breasts and they stuck out obscenely
as I hung from the base of the triangle. Terry wrapped soft leather cuffs
around my wrists. She buckled them closed and then fixed them to the chains
so that if I let go of the triangle I would still be hanging from the ceiling
with my feet barely touching the floor of the tub.
I felt my tummy dip within me, making my belly concave. I was totally nude
except for my little string swimsuit, and suddenly I was very glad that I
hadnÕt taken it off. Terry kissed my cheek.
ÒYou look absolutely adorable dear,Ó she murmured. ÒI want to stimulate
your skin as well as washing it, and that will necessitate that I use a crop
on you. For that reason IÕm going to have to gag you. DonÕt worry, IÕll
make sure you can still breathe and everything.Ó
ÒNo!Ó I protested. But Terry told Dan to bend and get her a gag from among
the towels by the side of the tub. He did, his big penis jangling as he
moved, stiff as a board. He handed Terry the gag and watched with interest
as she bound it between my teeth. It forced my tongue to the back of my
mouth. I tried to close my lips over it but it was impossible. I could
taste wet canvas in my mouth.
I rolled my eyes in my head. This was all too much! But Terry seemed impervious
to my pleading, mewling complaints that I be let go. Instead, with Dan compliant
as a hard man could be, she trussed up Dan with his hands lofted over his
head the same way she tied up me. She even gagged him.
ÒAnd now for your suit,Ó Terry said to me, as calmly as if she might have
been a check-in clerk taking my coat at a fancy restaurant. With delicate
fingers she untied my bikini panties. She drew them out from between my
legs. They had caught in my pussycrack and she had to give them an extra
little tug to get them out of me.
Terry folded my panties neatly and laid them down on top of a folded towel
on the ledge of the tub. Then, to my great surprise, she slid a ladder-like
divider between us. It was only about a foot wide. But it inspired fear
in me, for I didnÕt know it was for. Looking tubward, I saw that the ladder
now between myself and Terry matched one that had built into the bathroom
wall.
ÒYes, youÕre going to climb both ladders with your feet,Ó Terry laughed.
ÒYour left foot in the left ladder and your right foot in the right ladder.
Imagine how your pussy lips will spread when youÕve climbed up both ladders
at once! But at least your feet will be out of that cold water!Ó She laughed
again and then put a ladder between herself and Dan for the same purpose.
We stood facing each other in the bath, Dan and I, showing our gentials
to each other, bare legged, waiting for the command from Terry to begin climbing
the ladders. She picked up a riding crop that lay on the tub ledge in back,
across two towels, in front of a vase of freshly cut roses. Twisting my
head back to see for the first time the back of the tub, I shivered. Did
she plan to whip me with that? How could she? That was for horses, wasnÕt
it?
Terry ordered Dan and me to begin climbing the ladders. He had two, one
on either side of him, and I had two for myself. I withdrew my bare toes
from the bath water. They had bubbles on them. I placed them on the lowest
rung of the ladder, first my left foot, then my right. With Terry watching
me, I began to climb.
I felt like a monkey! The ladder to my right and the ladder to my left
werenÕt in front of me, or behind me, but on either side of me! As I lifted
my feet up one rung to the next, grunting at the difficulty of it, I felt
my cunny hang ever more protrudingly beneath me. Dan was no better off.
His cock and balls displayed themselves ever more obscenely as he mounted
his own twin ladders. We were animals, really, nothing more, showing our
sex organs to each other.
ÒHigher dear, higher,Ó Terry said to me. She stood just outside the tub.
She pressed on the cheeks of my bare heinie with the loop of her riding
crop. The loop felt wicked and I wanted to shake it off, but she pressed
it insistently into my flesh and I could do nothing but climb ever higher.
I felt I was as high as I could go. My feet gripped the rungs of the ladder
as best they could. Fortunately each rung had a soft leather pad wrapped
around it to keep the wood of the rungs from hurting my feet. Terry, seeing
I could go no higher, satisfied with my pose now that my knees were as high
as my chin and my feet as high as my ass, buckled my ankles to the ladder
with leather leg restraints.
I hung like a trophy. My sex displayed itself obscenely. Dan was no better
off. His knees were as high as his shoulders and his balls hung tightly
beneath him, as if he were a bull whoÕd been splayed apart to be castrated.
Terry put a sponge in the cold bath water and wet it. Then she lifted the
sponge and bathed my soft sex with it.
I moaned. I jerked in my wrist restraints. My boobies shook on my chest.
That water felt like ice against my hot pussy!
ÒShhh, darling. I must prepare you for DanÕs cock,Ó Terry said quietly
in my ear. She was all incense and softness, yet the moment sheÕd passed
the sponge over my cunt she struck it hard with her crop.
ÒOoooooh!Ó I cried. My bottom wobbled on the air. She kissed my cheek
and then, without even bathing my bottom first, she struck it smartly with
her crop, twice, three times, making my cheeks burn.
ÒYes, that hurt, didnÕt it?Ó Terry said to me. ÒYou are such a little slut,
parading around your momÕs nice resort in nothing but your teeny bikini.
Nod your head and admit youÕre a slut and that you deserve to be fucked
and be punished,Ó Terry told me.
I didnÕt want to obey. ÒOh, you are wilful!Ó Terry scolded, and she smacked
my bottom again with her crop. I sobbed and felt tears sting my eyes. I
knew IÕd been bad, I knew I should be home with my mom. Yet she had called
me, hadnÕt she, tempting me over IRC? But IÕd gone looking for it, for her.
ÒTake your time. I can smack your bottom all day,Ó Terry said to me. And
she gave me another crack on my ass just to keep herself amused.
I nodded. Like a compliant dog I nodded, and I wiggled my ass too, for
I had no tail. She kissed my cheek and murmured in my ear that I was becoming
more of a good girl. She caught one of my nipples with the loop of her crop.
As I looked fearfully down, watching her lift up my nipple, she studied
my breasts.
ÒHow these must embarrass your mother!Ó she said. ÒPerhaps I can whack
them down a little in size, hmmm?Ó
Frantically I shook my head Ôno,Õ but it was too late. Terry struck each
of my boobs with her crop. Then, to soothe me, she bent and lifted the icy
sponge to my breasts and bathed them, massaging away the hurt.
ÒOhhh, I forgot your bottom, didnÕt I?Ó she said wickedly. ÒA girl must
always have her bottom washed!Ó As I wiggled my ass to try to avoid her
cold sponge she laughed. She clapped the sponge to my heinie and rubbed
it all around both my red cheeks. She squeezed the sponge and squirted cold
water into my buttcrack.
My only consolation was seeing Dan suffer the same. Terry moved to him
and began by bathing his balls. Dan shuddered as the sponge was passed under
his nuts, practically freezing them off, I thought, our bathwater was so
cold. Then Terry sponged his shaft next, making him fuck it a little, folding
the sponge so it resembled a cunt.
DanÕs hairy ass was washed next, then his belly, finally his chest. Terry
had no interest in washing our other parts. Just our desirable places, and
our hanging, suspended sexes.
I watched DanÕs cock twitch as Terry struck his ass. She was much harder
on him than sheÕd been on me. TerryÕs balls looked like tightly-drawn churchbells
as he jerked up and then down, his penis like a flagpole, his cockhead flinging
his pre-cum all around our tub stall.
I was desperate to be set free. I couldnÕt stand being so shamefully displayed.
IÕd only gone for a hike in the woods and yet now here I was, my breasts
thrown out in front of me, stung on their nipples by a riding crop, my ass
red from a cropping and my pussy freezing. I felt my ass bulging behind
me and I knew what it must be like to be a cow strung up for slaughter.
I was just flesh, hot and cold, dripping water and moist with juices. I
could feel my ribs sighing beneath my breasts and I knew they were as alluringly
strung up as my bottom and boobs. All of me, in fact, was just a neat, suspended
package, my hair soft and blonde, my eyes wide, my cunt and ass spread open
but my mouth firmly gagged.
Poor Dan was no better. His cock hungered for attention but, except for
a few stray flicks of the crop, Terry gave it none. She did give his testicles
something to think about. She banged them with swift upsweeps of her crop,
making them arch even more fully and bulgingly into the underside of his
body. He was so huge. Even as I pitied myself I stared at his cock and
pitied him. How could I have gotten us into this mess? I should have bent
over in the woods and let him fuck me right there, amidst the squirrels and
the deer. Or I should have stayed home in my bed.
ÒWell, my dears, I think youÕre just too randy to be let down right now,Ó
Terry said to both Dan and me when sheÕd finished our sexual bath. It had
been nothing but pain and ice, this stupid bath, and I wished dearly IÕd
never kept my bikini that my uncle had sent me, let alone put it on! Now
it lay uselessly outside the tub, my panties crumpled on the floor, my bra
removed from DanÕs dick and tossed down beside my undies.
Terry smiled at us. Her eyes gleamed with wickedness. She tossed her crop
down and it happened to land on top of my panties. She turned on her heels
and left the bathroom.
I sobbed. I wanted to bite my lip but my gag prevented it. I looked at
Dan with tears in my eyes and wished I could apologize to him.
We remained there for some time. The soft cuffs held my wrists and feet
tight, my hands clung to the triangle. I felt like a girl in a Tarzan movie,
except Tarzan was captive too, right in front of me. I stared at his big
penis and he stared at my cunt. We were both obscene in our looking, not
caring, he just a penis now for me and I just a sweet offered cunt.
Dan jabbed himself at me. He was desperate. He swung forward again and
I cringed, afraid heÕd penetrate me. He swung again. Suddenly, a shadow
appeared in the hall. We both turned our heads. There was a man in the
house!
He was tall and muscular and at least 40, or so I supposed. He was naked
except for a soft white towel that was wrapped around his waist. His chest
was unbeliveably hairy. In front his towel sported a protrusion and I knew
with a sinking heart what it must be.
ÒAh, Terry said IÕd find you here,Ó the man said to us. His face was clean-shaven
and his hair was combed. He smelled of Brut. He smiled at us both, but
it was as a shopkeeper might smile, counting his gold in his money room.
ÒIÕm TerryÕs master. My nameÕs Frederick. Frederick the Great, she calls
me,Ó he laughed. I gazed again at his loins and realized the thing inside
his towel was quite significant.
ÒNow you seem to be well endowed too,Ó Fred said, eyeing DanÕs dick. Dan
lurched backward just as I had done when he tried to swing forward and spear
me. Frankly Fred put his hand on DanÕs penis and jerked it with several
smooth strokes. ÒIs that what youÕd like to do, Danny boy? Jerk off? Or
would you prefer to put your rod in this nice cherry cunt hanging across
from you?Ó
Dan cursed Fred behind his gag but otherwise he could do nothing. Ignoring
me, Fred stroked DanÕs hard penis. Dan groaned and shivered. He was desperate
not to cum. The last thing he wanted to do was shoot off in the hand of
some member of NAMBLA! Fred seemed to enjoy DanÕs suffering. Truly, there
was nothing like this for a proud boy. Having his heinie whipped by TerryÕs
crop had been painless compared to the soft, pliant stroking of this bisexual
man who now urged him to shoot into his calloused palms.
ÒMy, youÕre so full, yet you fight like the devil not to feel some relief,Ó
Fred taunted Dan. The big man cupped the boyÕs balls. They were indeed
a giant pair of testicles, swollen to bursting with DanÕs seed. I wondered
how long it had been since heÕd let himself go. ÒWell, if you canÕt ejaculate
for me, I at least want to see you pee,Ó Fred told Dan. He looked at me
for the first time. ÒYou too, cherry lady. Pee from your cunt right into
your ice-cold bathwater. Go ahead. I wonÕt take either of you down Ôtil
you do.Ó
I was ashamed beyond belief! But Fred just stood there, casually, and a
moment later, seeing neither of us had peed, he took off his towel. His
erection stuck up like a big lizard. It quavered on the air, hungry and
prowling, I thought, dripping pre-cum like a slimy lizard drools from its
tongue.
Terry sauntered into the room. I gazed hopefully at her, only to recoil
in horror. She was nude and lovely, as always, but in her hand, letting
it dangle as if it were a sausage sheÕd bought, or some snake sheÕd killed
in the Amazon, was a long dildo. It was slim, and I wondered what she had
planned for it.
Fred opened a medicine cabinet and took out a jar of petroleum jelly. As
calmly as if he were lubing his car, he dipped his hand into the jar and
began to grease up his penis. It was big and hard and he ran his hands along
it. He eyed Dan and I both with evil eyes.
ÒIÕm going to have to fuck you both up the ass since you wonÕt pee for me,Ó
Fred said to us. I felt my tummy fall somewhere down below the south pole.
Dan seemed to practically jump from his bonds. Except they held him, just
as tightly as they held me.
ÒOh, let me do little Katy,Ó Terry urged her master. ÒIÕve brought a dildo
for her. Can I put it on and fuck her? SheÕs really to small for you, darling,Ó
Terry said. She cast an admiring glance at his penis. I wished IÕd drunk
more of my champagne at breakfast. I couldnÕt bear the thought of either
one of these people popping my ass! It was mine, wasnÕt it? But too late.
As I watched with horrified eyes, trembling in my bonds, Terry slipped on
her dildo. She arranged the waistband around her hips and buckled it, then
passed the crotch-piece underneath her and up between the cheeks of her ass.
The dong stuck out in front of her, hard flexible rubber that I knew with
uneasy bowels was going straight up my ass!
Fred stepped into the tub. He had no need to check buckles or straps in
order to get himself ready to fuck. He grabbed DanÕs haunches with both
his hands and flexed his knees. Dan gazed with bulging eyes at me as FredÕs
cock probed within the crack of his ass.
ÒYep! YouÕre tight alright, son, but I know if you like being dominated
by females like Terry youÕll have to get used to cocks up your ass anyway.
DonÕt mind that IÕm a man. IÕm just opening you up for her. Ready?Ó
Dan groaned and lurched forward in his bonds as FredÕs big cock punched
at his ass. ÒDamn! YouÕre really tight, son! Shove your ass back at me
soÕs I can get my dick up you properly,Ó Fred swore at my boyfriend.
Dan felt himself drawn back, his ass splayed by his posture. His eyes opened
like saucers as his butthole felt FredÕs greased knob gain a foothold inside
him.
I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldnÕt bear to watch. Suddenly I felt a stream
of pee strike my belly. I opened my eyes and saw Dan, peeing like mad, hoping
to avoid getting buttfucked. I gazed at him and wished he wouldnÕt pee on
me and then, suddenly, inspired by him perhaps, I let my own pee sprinkle
forth. We peed and peed until our bladders were totally empty. When we
were finished I looked down between my breasts and saw my pussy hairs still
dripping the pee that Dan had so rudely squirted on me.
ÒThat wasnÕt half bad,Ó Fred complimented Dan. He held the boyÕs ass in
his hands, gripping it and spreading it wide. DanÕs ass was penetrated by
part of FredÕs cockhead and Fred let the gasping boy just rest there, his
asshole gradually being forced open to more and more of FredÕs cock. There
seemed to be a kind of truce between them. Fred was too big to get up inside
Dan, but he wouldnÕt force the issue, since Dan had done as Fred wished and
peed into the tub. On the other hand, having penetrated DanÕs ass, Fred
was not ready to withdraw either. I had to be fucked first.
Daintily, as if preparing to do something a bit disagreeable, Terry stepped
into the tub behind me. She wore her fake penis and sheÕd greased it completely
with vaseline. It shone menacingly and I felt myself gripped by fright as
it disappered behind me. It was long and black, as if it belonged to a negro.
Delicately Terry reached up and parted the cheeks of my hanging ass. Trussed
up, suspended, I felt like I was offering my hole to her as I felt her fingers
pull me apart. Politely, as if not wishing to offend me, she insinuated
a finger into my ass and vaselined my anus. I cringed. I flinched.
ÒOooh, youÕve never been fucked here before either, have you?Ó Terry asked
me. ÒDonÕt worry. When you go home tonight your hymen will be gone and
your bottomhole will be open. IÕll try to be as gentle as I can, but it
always hurts the first time. ThereÕs just no way to do it nicely. IÕve
done a few other girls so I kind of have a feel for it. But IÕve never done
a virgin! Just recalcitrant wives and girlfriends. Well, some of them might
have been virgins, I guess, but much older than you, dear, and long past
the age when they should have opened themselves in back to the male.Ó Her
words were sprinkled with contented sighs and soft giggles. She was, I think,
just a little drunk. Perhaps she and Fred had been sipping more champagne
downstairs. I noticed, before she got right behind me, a slight bruise on
her cheek. It had not been there earlier. Had Fred hit her?
I felt myself drawn back. Terry was done preparing my hole and she lifted
my ass with both hands and yanked my soft hinds apart. ÒHere goes, honey!Ó
she purred to me. I felt her breath in my ear. Suddenly a rude jolt banged
up against my heinie. Quickly it pressed between my splayed cheeks and I
felt it rub against my anus. I was slick there, thanks to Terry, and she
was just as slick on her dong.
ÒAckcckck!Ó I cried into my gag. I felt a bulging intrusion stab its way
into my hole. Dan, watching me, shouted suddenly as Fred urged the whole
of his knob into DanÕs ass. Slowly, with practised skill that only a Domme
and her Master could have, the two of them penetrated our buttholes more
deeply.
I felt my cunt bulge in front of me, utterly forlorn. My hole was getting
what it wished so dearly for. I scrunched my eyes shut and wept and tried
to endure. Terry gave me soft kisses and rammed her fake dong inot my ass.
Dan, his own butthole losing its cherry, coughed and gagged and spewed out
muffled obscenities.
We were riven. I felt Terry sink deeper and deeper within me. The process
was a slow one but she and her master were in no hurry at all. They seemed
to savor the sight of our nude young bodies being introduced to love. They
gave us inch after slow inch of themselves. Terry giggled, pressing her
breasts to me. ÒI wish I had a real dick!Ó she cried aloud as she fucked
me. Deeper and deeper she burrowed. Finally, attaining a depth she considered
my maximum, she began to draw herself back and then ram herself in again.
I bawled like a lost kitten. It hurt! I felt like a huge hotdog had been
rammed up my ass and there wasnÕt a thing I could do about it. Worse, its
possessor insisted, once it was up me, in pulling back and violating me repeatedly
with it. Each new indriven stroke sent me howling into spasms of fear and
pain. I could have been a prisoner in the inquisition, forced to blabber
out all my sins.
Dan was no better off. With his cock left untouched by Fred, hard as a
bone, he received FredÕs cock in his ass. He would have no trouble going
to prison, this poor former lifeguard boyfriend of mine, should he run afoul
of the law. Fred jerked inside him with awful determination. Not harming
the boy, I think, he nonetheless wanted him to get the full feel of him.
Poor Dan was made to take all of Fred in his ass. When he had, Fred drew
back and then plunged in again. Back and forth Fred and his lover Terry
moved inside Dan and I. We both peed again, it was so awful, being held
so completely, penetrated so fully.
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