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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Intimate Acts
Chapter Five
When Emily arrived back at Mrs. Brown�s, there was a surprise
waiting for her. In her absence the woman had acquired three more girls.
They were all the same age as herself, with only a year or two of
difference, the oldest being 17 and the youngest 15, just like her. Mrs.
Brown pecked Emily on the lips and told her she had been presented with
�a bargain� and jumped at it. One girl was from Romania, another from
Hungary, and a third, with light brown skin, was from New Delhi, in India.
All three were of exceptional good looks, and had been provided to Mrs.
Brown by a single dealer. Emily blushed when she met the girls, and felt a
little jealous. Mr. Brown had already spent the night with one of them, the
one from India, �introducing her to England,� as he explained to Emily over
breakfast the next morning. After their meal the girls were told to dress
and put on makeup; a gentleman was coming, to acquire one of the girls for
an evening�s pleasure.
All four girls were waiting in Mrs. Brown�s parlor when the man
arrived. Mrs. Brown ushered him in to meet them. He was perhaps 45,
wearing a fine silk suit. Upon seeing the girls, who stood up for him when
he entered, Mrs. Brown about to introduce them, he said, gruffly, �No, I
don�t want to see their faces. Have them turn around and bend over. I
want to see their behinds.� Mrs. Brown, blushing as much as the girls now
suddenly did, ordered the four young women to turn around. The girl from
Thailand reached out and clasped Emily�s hand. Together they silently
reassured each other as Mrs. Brown ordered the girls to bend over. Passing
behind them she raised each one of their skirts, and pulled down their
panties as necessary. Emily hadn�t worn panties, feeling frisky. A quick
flip upwards of her miniskirt, by the hand of Mrs. Brown, provided the man
standing behind her and the other girls with a view of her most intimate
parts.
The man, whose name Emily didn�t even know, passed along behind
the girls. He massaged each of their bare rumps in turn. First Linda�s, the
girl from Romania. Then Beth�s, the girl from Hungary. Then Lelaine�s, the
girl from India. Did his hand linger longest over the Indian girl�s behind?
Emily felt a twinge of jealously, mingled with fear at being used and
touched like some elegant piece of cattle. Finally the man came to Emily�s
behind, and stroked her with a knowing, careful hand. Then he spoke to
Mrs. Brown:
�This one,� he said, of Emily�s bottom. The girl�s heart beat fast in
her chest.
�You may stand up and turn around girls. Mr. Christian has chosen,�
Mrs. Brown said. With a sigh the girls raised their backs and spun about
and faced him once more. Beth and Lelaine struggled to pull up their
panties.
�Come with me,� Mrs. Brown said to Emily. She pulled the girl out of
the impromptu lineup. The other young women, seeing they were not
favored, sighed and smiled shyly and returned to the chairs they�d been
sitting in before the man arrived. Mr. Christian grasped one of Emily�s
arms, Mrs. Brown still holding the other.
�I�ll take her just as she is,� Mr. Christian told Mrs. Brown.
�But they�ve just had time to prepare a little,� Mrs. Brown said. �I
could have Emily looking quite smashing by this evening.�
�No,� Mr. Christian said, drawing Emily closer to himself. �I don�t
want her made up to look like some tart. I want her just as she is, a 15-
year-old girl, fresh from her breakfast and wearing a skirt with no
panties.�
�I�m sorry about that,� Mrs. Brown said.
�Do not be,� Mr. Christian said. �I�ve had more than my share of
women dressed to the nines. I want this girl not for your talent at making
her up, and not even for herself. I want her bare, ripe, soft bottom. All
else is extraneous.� Reluctantly Mrs. Brown let go of Emily�s arm. To her
surprise Mr. Christian handed her a wad of hundreds and insisted on
leaving immediately. He took Emily with him, the girl stumbling down
Mrs. Brown�s front steps, waving feebly goodbye to the woman before Mr.
Christian put her in his car.
�Ohh, leather seats,� Emily said as Mr. Christian loaded her in.
�Lift your skirt,� Mr. Christian ordered, there in the cold morning
with the night�s mist still hanging in the air, the risen sun unable as yet
to burn through it. Awkwardly, her bottom poised over the leather seat
but descending fast, Emily pulled up her skirt with her hands. Her bottom
hit the seat.
�Ooooooh!� Emily cried. The seat was cold from the morning air and
Emily�s lips pursed, her eyes widening. Mr. Christian, apparently
satisfied, closed the side door of his car. He went round to the driver�s
side and, as Emily waved again from inside the car at Mrs. Brown, he got
in. He started the engine. They pulled away from the curb. Emily turned
and gave a last wave to Mrs. Brown, standing in the doorway to her house,
at the top of her front steps. Emily had no idea when she�d see the woman
again.
�Are you comfortable?� Mr. Christian said to Emily, glancing
sideways at the girl.
�My bottom�s cold,� Emily answered.
�It won�t be for long,� Mr. Christian said. Emily gulped. She sat
silent for a moment, her body heat slowly warming the leather under her
naked ass. Then she said, without looking at Mr. Christian,
�Is it true what you said of me?�
�What�s that?� Mr. Christian answered. He was driving fast now and
he had to swerve to avoid a lorry making morning deliveries.
�About my bottom. That you didn�t care about me, just about my
behind,� Emily said with another self-conscious gulp. The leather wasn�t
so cold now under her ass. Her body heat had raised its temperature.
�Yes,� Mr. Christian said. �Do not take it as an insult. I�m sure you
have many fine qualities. It just so happens that I want you for your ass,
that�s all.�
�I didn�t take it as an insult,� Emily said. She gulped again, still not
looking at him. �Why- why did you like my bottom best? Is it the
prettiest?� she asked, now genuinely curious about how a man saw that
part of herself that she never saw, absent a mirror.
�Yes. For my purposes,� Mr. Christian said.
�Wh- what purpose is that?� Emily asked, her voice suddenly
unnaturally high, like that of a parakeet finding itself trapped in a cage.
�Your bottom is supple and round and trim,� Mr. Christian said. �It
stuck out the most.�
�Oh,� Emily said.
�It was the most like a child�s,� Mr. Christian explained further.
�Oh,� Emily said again.
�I do not like girls with broad women�s hips,� Mr. Christian said.
�You had the trimmest hips, like a boy�s, yet undeniably fatted and plump
like a girls, sticking out the most saucily and prominently.�
�I suppose then that I haven�t shown you my bottom for the last
time?� Emily asked, her voice strained. Mr. Christian let out a short laugh.
�No, you haven�t, Emily,� he answered.
�What do you think of my tits?� Emily asked. Mr. Christian drove on
for a moment and then finally looked over at her. Emily thrust her chest
forward. He gazed at her blouse.
�I�m sure they will do,� he said.
�You do not care for them?� Emily asked.
�They�re fine,� Mr. Christian answered.
�Most guys think I have quite big titties,� Emily said.
�Yes. They are... prominent,� Mr. Christian said, glancing at her
again.
�Would you like me to pull up my blouse?� Emily asked.
�No. That won�t be necessary,� Mr. Christian said. �However if you
should feel the need to take a shit, I would very much like to see that,� Mr.
Christian said. He looked into her face, perhaps for the first time since
they�d met. �Do you have the need to shit yet?� he asked Emily. The girl
scrunched up her nose. �N- Not yet,� Emily said uncertainly, squeezing her
bottom as she said it, checking the state of her colon and finding it empty.
�You had a big breakfast?� Mr. Christian asked her.
�B- Big enough,� Emily said.
�Good,� Mr. Christian said. After a little while Emily asked him,
�You paid all that money for me to watch me shit?� Mr. Christian
laughed again.
�And a few other things,� he said.
�Like what?� Emily asked.
�You�ll see when we arrive at my apartment,� Mr. Christian said.
They were met at Mr. Christian�s apartment by a young Oriental
woman. She had a sumptuous body and an impish grin. She greeted both
Mr. Christian and Emily at the door, wearing a soft radiantly-colored
kimono. Her hair was pinned up and her face, which was undeniably
beautiful, was painted as if for an evening out. Emily realized why Mr.
Christian made no demands that she make her own face up, beyond the
little she�d put on after breakfast. With a smashing wife like this, he
needed nothing more.
To Emily�s surprise there were four other men in the apartment, all
sitting in the living room. Mr. Christian asked Emily again if she had to go
to the bathroom; the girl shook her head no. He strode immediately to an
empty chair and sat down in it. He pulled Emily onto his lap.
Then the event for which the four men and Mr. Christian had been
waiting began. Mrs. Christian, whose name was Simone, a name the men
now spoke lovingly, admiring her, began to strip off her kimono robes.
When she was naked, her robes lying on the floor, presenting a perfect
body, she got down on her knees. She crawled across the carpet and,
coming to the first of the men, she unzipped his trousers. He presented an
immediate hard-on, which she deftly wrapped her lips around. To Emily�s
astonishment, sitting there in Mr. Christian�s lap, the elegant Simone
began to suck upon the man she�d unzipped. Simone�s name was repeated
as a kind of urgent chant by the other three men. When the man in Mrs.
Christian�s mouth looked about to spill, his face all red now and his breath
coming in gasps, she released him. Leaving him throbbing erectly in the
air, she crawled to the next man. She gave him the same treatment,
unzipping him and sucking his jutting naked manhood until he seemed
certain to repay her love by filling her mouth with himself. Then she left
him dangling, so to speak, and went to the third man. Emily squirmed in
Mr. Christian�s lap. It was arousing to watch such a beautiful and talented
woman bring the men so close to spilling. The movements of Emily�s
bottom were not lost on Mr. Christian. She felt him rise up beneath her,
and, as she was wearing no panties and had been put in his lap in such a
way that her skirt didn�t come between her bare ass and his crotch, she
soon felt him within the crevice of her bottom. When she squeezed her
behind, she squeezed his thing. When she wiggled with lust, she always
wound up centering herself again on his uplifting prong.
�Emily,� Mr. Christian said, as his wife crawled to the fourth and
final visitor and began to suck him. �I want you to do me a favor. I want
to whip your bare bottom in front of my guests.� Emily shivered. She felt
the urgency of Mr. Christian�s trouser-covered erection in her ass. She
said nothing in response and, when Mr. Christian imploringly stroked both
her arms, squeezing her frail body a little as he did it, Emily scooted
herself forward on his lap. She turned around. She stifled a gasp as she
saw the prominence of what she�d been sitting on. Then she reached for
Mr. Christian�s pants zipper. She undid him and, groping within his
underpants, she pulled him free of his trousers. He was enormous. She
patted his cock as a child might pet the nose of a horse and then she faced
forward again. She let Mr. Christian draw her back towards his crotch.
Well before she got there, sliding back on his thighs, she met the head of
his penis. It stabbed at her bare bottom. She lifted her skirt in back to
ensure that it was able to nose itself underneath and touch her behind. Mr.
Christian, grunting a little, pulled Emily back more. He settled her bare
young ass on his urgently throbbing erection. Emily thrilled at the
newfound touch of skin on skin. It was not unpleasant, even if Mr.
Christian�s erection, becoming trapped twixt her cheeks, was somewhat
uncomfortable. Emily squeezed the thing stuck along the length of her ass
crack. She felt the head of it, oozing, press upward into her slit.
�May I whip your ass in front of my guests?� Mr. Christian asked
Emily again. The fourth man narrowly escaped losing himself as Mrs.
Christian withdrew her lips from his penis.
�Will- will it hurt?� Emily asked.
�Of course it will hurt my dearest Emily,� Mr. Christian answered.
�It is meant to. It is your agony under the lash that I wish to arouse my
guests with.�
Emily squeezed herself upon the urgency of his prong that lay within
her crevice. She liked the powerful feeling of him. It reminded her of
riding a horse as a girl. Power restrained, yet waiting to be unleashed.
Thinking again of Mr. Christian�s request, Emily looked at his four visitors.
They were, all of them, quite handsome.
�Just... just a little,� Emily answered Mr. Christian. But her
nervousness made the word �little� sound more like �likkle.�
�Very good,� Mr. Christian said. �I see I have chosen well.� He eased
Emily off his prong and his lap. Standing her up, he unzipped her skirt. Not
bothering with her blouse he walked her to the center of the room. His
cock helped point the way, hanging stiffly behind Emily and prodding her
back a little as he walked her forward. Emily found herself stopped when
they came to the middle of the room, by Mr. Christian�s hand on her
shoulder. Something caused her to look up. There, to her surprise, hanging
amidst the bright glow of the chandelier suspended glitteringly in the
middle of the room, were two dark objects. Mr. Christian drew a remote
control from the jacket he was wearing and, pointing it upwards, caused a
buzzing sound to be heard. The two dark objects hung lower, then lower
still. To Emily�s astonishment they proved to be iron cuffs. Mr. Christian
urged Emily to raise her hands. A moment later he was buckling the
squirming, bare-bottomed Emily into the cuffs.
�Mr. Christian?� Emily announced suddenly.
�Yes?� Mr. Christian asked.
�I think I have to go to the bathroom now,� Emily said.
�You�ll have to wait now that I�ve got you buckled in,� Mr. Christian
said to Emily. Standing up, Mrs. Christian turned and said, �Don�t let her
piss on my rug, Dickie.�
�I won�t,� Mr. Christian answered. Blushing, feeling ridiculous but
nonetheless feeling also a sudden urgency in her gut, Emily announced,
�I don�t just have to pee, Mr. Christian. I have to do number two!�
There was laughter from the four men, each of them stiffly presented as
he sat in his own chair, waiting for more attention from Mr. Christian�s
wife.
�You�ll have to hold it in, Emily,� Mr. Christian told the girl. �There
will be extra lashes for you if you can�t.� Emily bit her lip. She hung her
head. Her long blonde hair hung down over her face, covering her
embarrassed blush as she stood there with only the tail of her blouse
hiding her bottom, all else on view, her long naked legs, her pretty
uplifted arms, her thighs tapering upward to the blonde triangle of her
bush, only intermittently hidden now by the shivering of the front of her
blouse�s hem.
�Pin up her hair,� Mr. Christian ordered his utterly naked and
beautiful wife. �I want our guests to be able to see her face when I bring
the lash to her bottom. And pin up her blouse also; I guess I should have
removed it but I was too taken with the girlishness of her wiggling ass in
my lap to bother.� Mr. Christian had returned to his chair. His cock stuck
out from his unzippered pants. But unlike his four guests, his own cock
was not wet with his wife�s saliva. She had not sucked him yet; no one
had. He had only enjoyed the feel of his cock pressed upward into the
crack of Emily�s bottom.
Simone walked forward. Grinning as impishly as when she�d met
Emily at the front door, she stopped before the girl and put a finger under
her chin. She lifted Emily�s face. She brushed the girl�s long hair back and
kissed her on the lips. Emily let out a squeal. She was not used to being
kissed by a woman, especially one she hardly knew. Simone, sensing
Emily�s bashfulness, decided to drive her tongue into the fray. She prised
Emily�s lips apart with the pressure of her own, working her tongue now
across Emily�s mouth. When the girl responded, her breath exhaling into
Simone�s mouth, the older woman shafted her tongue forward like a lance.
Into Emily�s mouth it went, producing another squeal from the girl, and a
protesting wiggle of her naked behind. Simone stood there for a long
moment with Emily, her naked breasts pressed to the uptilted ones the
girl still kept covered with her blouse, which nonetheless could do nothing
to hide the beautiful prominence of the girl�s titties. When at last Simone
let Emily come up for air, releasing her mouth so that she could draw a
much-needed breath through something more than her pert little nose,
Simone went to work on Emily�s hair. She took pins from her own hair,
releasing its rich dark length and letting it fall down over her shoulders
and back. She used the pins from her hair to pin up Emily�s blonde locks.
She did not work hastily, but rather with care and attention, rather like a
mother doing up her daughter�s hair for a wedding. For a moment Emily
felt loved, despite her awkward posture, hanging down as she was from
the iron cuffs under the chandelier. When her hair was pinned up Simone
checked Emily�s makeup, and finding it satisfactory, except for a gentle
smudging of lipstick around Emily�s lips, which was in truth mostly from
Simone�s mouth, she moved her attention to Emily�s blouse. While her
husband might be disinterested in a young woman�s breasts, preferring to
focus entirely on her sweet little bottom, Simone herself found herself
craving a look at Emily�s boobs. With a swift tug, she ripped open the
front of Emily�s blouse. The girl�s titties spilled out, encased however in
a white frilly bra.
�Tch!� Simone said. She turned toward the four men, whose cocks
she had recently sucked, and whose penises still sparkled with the
remnants of her drying saliva. �Do any of you have a pocket knife?� she
asked.
�No!� Emily protested. Simone turned to the girl and smiled. She
kissed Emily again on the lips, withholding this time her tongue from the
girl, for a man eagerly walked forward, his cock leading the way, and
offered Simone a knife. The woman thanked him. She glanced down at his
penis. Instinctively he shot a hand downward to cover himself. Was the
woman thinking of doing something with his knife to his dick?
�Simone, you are such a kidder,� the man said nervously to Mr.
Christian�s wife. As if to appease him Simone lifted his knife to her
breast. She touched the blade to her right nipple.
�Ah, God!� the man croaked. Now he was aroused by this promise of
self mutilation. He stumbled back to his chair. Meanwhile Emily, having
seen Simone place the knife blade to her tit, showed big bug eyes. Was
this woman going to do to her tits what she had teasingly suggested might
be done to her own? As Emily drew in her breath, stifling yet another
screamy protest, Simone reached up and took hold of the center of Emily�s
bra, the small connecting portion of material between her bra�s two cups.
�No!� Emily cried, but a swift flash of metal caused her cups to
suddenly separate. A movement of Simone�s hands made the cups part
from Emily�s breasts. Suddenly the girl�s lovely young tits were naked,
her nipples uprisen as if in invitation to the knife.
�Here in our apartment such things as bras are rarely needed, and
then only for decoration,� Simone told Emily. She bent and kissed each of
Emily�s nipples, holding the knife close by in her delicate Japanese hand.
Emily saw, for the first time, that the pretty Asian woman had long
lacquered fingernails. She had been too overwhelmed by her surroundings
to notice this fact before. But now, looking at Mr. Christian�s wife�s
fingernails, she realized that each one was a kind of tiny natural blade,
sharp and uncompromising if the woman should choose to scratch at Emily,
at her tits or anywhere else. Licking at Emily�s right tit, Simone reached
down and patted Emily�s flat belly. �Mmm, if I were a man I would want to
make this small trim belly of yours swell with my seed, with my child,�
Simone told Emily. Then she lifted her mouth slowly from Emily�s right
breast, watching with glee as a bit of her saliva trailed out of her open
mouth. It left a web-like bridge between Simone�s tongue and the tip of
Emily�s nipple. Then suddenly the webby bridge broke. Simone,
disappointed, slapped Emily�s right breast with her hand. The cone
shuddered. Emily squealed. Simone moved both her hands down to the
hanging hem of Emily�s blouse. Pulling more pins from her hair, she pinned
up Emily�s blouse to her ribs, baring her soft flat belly and revealing her
naked hips, and the full swell of her bare behind, not to mention the pretty
curls of her child�s bush. When Emily�s blouse was pinned up, her naked
titties lolling out beyond the frame of her blouse, owing to the fact that
the front of this garment had been torn open, Simone walked over to the
first man she�d given a blow job to. With her eyes she beckoned the
second man she�d blow jobbed. He rose and walked over to her with eager
steps. When he arrived she told him, and the first man, to sit up on the
armrests of the big sumptuous chair that the first man had been sitting in.
Both men obeyed, and Simone sat in the chair proper while the two men
perched on her armrests. Then she had them face towards each other,
while telling them to look not at the man with whom they shared this seat
but rather the young girl hanging from the cuffs; namely, Emily.
�Is she not a pretty sight?� Simone asked the two men. At the same
time she grasped both their long pricks with her hands. Her fingers
touched the men first, her fingers with the sharp fingernails. Then after
slowly massaging the men with the tips of her fingers, she slipped her
palms around both their substantial pricks, just managing to cup each of
them in about the middle of their shafts. Lovingly she began to move her
fists up and down the men�s cocks. �I am going to milk you, gentlemen,
and you are going to both squirt the man sitting opposite you,� Simone
said.
�But--� the first man gasped. His cry was echoed by the second.
Simone ignored the two men�s protests and invited the remaining two men
to come over to her. Despite the plight of their two comrades, they
obeyed. She ordered them to reach out and gather her hair in their hands
and wrap it around their dicks. They obeyed. When they were curled in her
hair, their penises aiming inward toward the sides of her face, Simone
smiled and sighed.
�Let�s see how long you men can last,� Simone told her four
chargers. �My husband is going to whip the girl, and I want to be
thoroughly spermed by the time he�s finished. But don�t cum too soon, for
I expect that the whipping will be a long and agonized one.�
�No!� Emily, overhearing, cried out. Abruptly Simone broke free of
the four men surrounding her and got up from her chair. She walked over
to Emily. �I- I don�t want my back whipped!� Emily said plaintively.
Simone frowned at the girl and lifted her hands and cupped both Emily�s
tits in her long-nailed hands, producing a frantic squeal from the girl.
Touching Emily�s nipples with her two index fingers, Simone said to the
girl,
�Your back? Do you think you�d still be wearing your blouse if my
husband was intent on whipping your back? It is your bottom he will play
the lash over, my dear. Your bottom, do you understand?� Simone leaned
forward. She gave Emily�s gasping lips a kiss and then said, �You are
nothing but a worthless little wench. You should be delighted my husband
has chosen your ass, out of all the asses available to him, to mark with
his whip.� Simone smiled a wicked smile, which frightened Emily even
more, for it was not just impish but downright evil-looking. �You
probably fancied that my husband was in love with you or something,
didn�t you, you little tart?� Simone asked Emily, giving her titties a
painful squeeze which caused Emily to squeal. �You are only here to be
hurt, for the pleasure of myself and my husband and our guests,� Simone
said to the girl. �Your ass is admired, that is true. But all else is
unimportant; your mind, the rest of your body; these are utterly
superfluous to our purpose here.�
Mrs. Christian walked to a stereo set against the far wall of the
room. It was quadraphonic, Emily soon realized, for when the woman
turned on the stereo sound seemed to come at Emily from all sides. The
volume was low, a sweet classical tune. But the wicked smile was still
on Simone�s face when she turned toward Emily, her hand still on the
stereo�s volume knob.
�You may scream all you like, dear Emily,� Mrs. Christian told the
iron-cuffed girl. �No help will come, for our neighbors will think we are
simply listening to music.� With that, Mrs. Christian turned up the
volume. The classical tune was as sweet as before, but now was at a
much more significant level of sound. Emily gasped. As she did so, as if
in time to the music, Mr. Christian suddenly struck her behind with his
whip. It was a sharp, burning stroke. It made Emily cry out and shoot up
on her toes. Her bared breasts wiggled judderingly, like twin cones
begging to be put into a machine and milked. Smiling, Mrs. Christian
returned to her chair where the four men waited for her. She sat down and
reclaimed the twin pricks she had been playing with. Meanwhile the two
men who stood behind her grabbed handfuls of her silky black hair. They
put their stiff cocks into her hair which had begun the evening so
elegantly pinned up, and which now, save for what the men grabbed,
flowed down over her slim Asian shoulders. As the whip struck Emily
again she looked at Simone, imploring her with wide eyes and a scream.
But the beautiful Japanese woman was enjoying the rampant cocks, so
eagerly pressed into her hands and long lovely hair. Her bare breasts
joggled as she sat in the overstuffed chair. Her nipples were stiff like
thorns, her hands on the cocks presented to her had fingernails that
seemed sharp as knives. Meanwhile poor Emily, in addition to feeling the
whip burn across the bare jutting cheeks of her ass, was again reminded
of her need to pee. And to poop too, a fact which frightened her even more
than the whip, for just a moment, for to let loose a pile of turds on Mrs.
Christian�s rug would surely earn her more pain than she was already in
for.
Crack! went the whip again, Mr. Christian breathing out his arousal
as he watched Emily wiggle in response to his blow. Tears sprang to the
girl�s eyes. Finding no relief from Simone, she glanced back at the man
who was hurting her. But his gaze was implacable, as cool and calculating
as that of some paid executioner. From the sight of his cock it was clear
he enjoyed this sort of game. Perhaps it was necessary, Emily realized, to
his sexual stimulation, and that thought sent even greater shivers up her
spine than the thought of soiling Simone�s rug had. With tear-streaked
cheeks, turning now to the four men who observed her from Simone�s
chair, she realized that they all must require some sort of female torture
to get them going. And she was the chosen one, or rather her ass was, a
squirming guest of honor that squeezed and clenched in miserable agony
when Mr. Christian hit it again with his whip.
�Yeeehooooch!� Emily cried, but the music drowned out her scream.
Again the leather was drawn back, coiled and let loose. Again it struck,
causing Emily to try to pull herself up by her cuffed hands, to climb
somehow into the chandelier. It was no use. Her bare feet dangled above
the rug as her slim arms tried to lift her. Tits wobbling mightily, she was
struck again, Mr. Christian and the others laughing at Emily�s failed
attempt to escape. The girl cried out all the more, her tears flowing quite
copiously now. Suddenly she couldn�t hold herself back any more and her
bladder burst. A torrent of pee cascaded down between her bare wriggling
thighs. Simone let out a gasp. Emily turned tear-filled eyes to the woman
and saw her frown. Then, as a yellow puddle was forming on the floor
beneath Emily�s feet, she lost control of her bottom. A turd nosed out
between the cheeks of her ass. To save herself from being shitted on, she
hastily lifted both her knees into the air. This drew forward her thighs
and calves, but the added rondure of her ass caused her bottom cheeks to
part, and she lost control of what was peeping from her behind. With a
wet thud, drowned out by the music, it hit Simone�s expensive rug. A
moment later Emily, biting her lip and looking down, lost the ability to
keep her knees in the air. Her bare feet came back down onto the rug, and
despite her attempt not to, she stepped right into her turd.
�Yeeehooo!� Emily shouted, for Mr. Christian gave her ass another
whack. This time the tip of the whip licked up into the cheeks of Emily�s
ass, striking her errant rose hole, which was quite painful, being the most
sensitive part of her bottom. At the same time a second turd was already
on its way, and Mr. Christian swore when, drawing his whip back to
himself again, he saw that the end of it was stained with shit.
Plop! Plop! Two more turds joined the first on the floor. Emily
raised her knees again to avoid having her shit slide down the backs of her
thighs, and along the insides of her legs, but when she could no longer hold
her feet up she again stepped in her mess.
�This is a disgrace!� Mrs. Christian announced from her comfortable
chair. But for the four men who were pleasuring themselves upon her it
proved inspiring. Suddenly they came, first the man in her uplifted palm
on her right, then the one on her left. As they spurted, they went out of
their way to direct their cum onto the elegant Asian woman. Their two
comrades standing behind quickly followed. The first two men aimed for
Simone�s breasts. The latter two, standing behind her, shot off onto the
sides of her face. Despite her obvious displeasure at the mess that was
being made Simone began laughing. She received the cum on her breasts,
feeling the sperm splatter her there and run down her belly. At the same
time she began turning her face from side to side. She opened her mouth.
The jetting sperm of the men standing behind her went into her lips, onto
her tongue, and into her eyes and all over her cheeks. When the men were
finished Mrs. Christian stood up.
�Thank you, gentlemen. You may dress and go now,� Simone said to
the foursome. �Come again, as I�m sure you will.� There was laughter
amongst the men. One of them asked if they could stay longer but Mrs.
Christian shook her head no. Meanwhile Mr. Christian, oblivious to his
wife�s sperm-drenched appearance, walked forward to Emily. He turned
her head and kissed her, meanwhile bending his knees and jamming his
cock between her piss stained thighs. He stood freely in the mess she had
made. He kissed her, entering her surprised mouth with his tongue while
letting her legs squirm and press against his massive erection. Emily felt
his clothes pressing against her scorched bottom. Yet she felt strangely
safe and loved even as she winced at the contact of Mr. Christian�s clothes
against her injured behind. She was held, trapped, yet somehow cared for
despite her agony. Mrs. Christian interrupted their kiss a few minutes
later. Emily blinked. It was good to breathe in air, free of Mr. Christian�s
ardent mouth, after so many minutes of kissing. Mrs. Christian was as
sperm-drenched as ever. But now the men were gone, Emily realized, as
Mr. Christian reached up to undo her bonds. They were alone, together, and
Emily could only guess at what else this inventive, decadent couple had in
store for her. Trembling, Emily let herself be freed from the iron cuffs.
Mrs. Christian fished the remote control out of her husband�s coat pocket
and the cuffs receded up into the light of the chandelier. Only a very
discerning eye would even know they were there now, Emily realized, as
she looked up at the iron that had held her so tightly. She rubbed her
wrists with her hands. They hurt almost as much as her bottom. They
were chafed and a trickle of blood was coming from one of them, where
the pressure of her body dangling from the cuff had broken her skin. Mrs.
Christian bent forward, seeing the blood, and kissed it away. Then Mr.
Christian lifted Emily up in his arms and carried her out of the living
room. His wife followed, and they went to the bathroom where she turned
on the shower. The three of them got in, together. Emily noticed that Mr.
Christian was still hard as a post and his wife, like herself, had yet to
experience any satisfaction. As the hot shower water washed the sperm
from Simone�s face Emily let the woman draw her forward under the spray
and kiss her.
�You were very naughty to poop on my rug,� Mrs. Christian told the
girl.
�I�m- I�m sowwy,� Emily said, the shower water running hotly down
over her face as she pressed her lips and her breasts into the woman�s
own. Simone was taller than Emily but she bent her knees to feel the girl
against herself, breasts to breasts, belly to belly. Her soft bush rubbed
its crinkly hairs into Emily�s own. Black hair against blonde. Behind them
both stood Mr. Christian. He put his hands on Emily�s bottom and the girl
squealed into Simone�s mouth. The Asian woman laughed. Gently Mr.
Christian, taking a tube of soap, began squirting Emily�s ass. Then, with
his rampant cock no doubt wishing it could cream Emily�s behind as well,
he began rubbing the soap into Emily�s injured flesh. The skin of her ass
was red, but unbroken. Other nights might see black and blue marks, or
worse, but tonight onto two ridges decorated Emily�s ass, where the whip
strokes had been especially severe. All else was mere redness,
strawberry swaths across a creamy flesh canvas. Now Emily�s ass began
to turn white again, not from healing, which would take all night, but from
the soap Mr. Christian was rubbing into it. Emily winced and danced on her
toes. All the while Simone kept embracing her, teasing her with her
tongue in Emily�s mouth, a finger now trailing between them to tickle
Emily�s dell. The girl cried out. The couple laughed.
Taking her mouth from Emily�s, Simone straightened her legs. Her
bosoms moved higher, close to Emily�s mouth. The girl gasped her breath
upon the taller woman�s nipple and Simone, motherlike, pushed Emily�s
head down and urged her open mouth against her breast. Emily felt a
nipple pushed into her mouth. It was Simone�s, her own breasts pressing
against the woman�s ribs and upper belly. Gently Emily began to suck at
the offered tit. It was somehow reassuring, despite squeaks which
escaped her mouth whenever Mr. Christian�s hands on her bottom became
too invasive.
�We didn�t give her the extra strokes we promised for her
misbehavior,� Simone said to her husband as Emily nursed herself on her
tit.
�I know,� Mr. Christian answered. He poked a finger into Emily�s
tight asscrack, touching her anus. The girl emitted a high-squealing
protest over the rubbery cone pressed into her mouth.
�I think we should make an appointment for Emily at the Institute,�
Simone said to her husband. Her right nipple received a gasping lick from
Emily�s tongue.
�The Institute?� Mr. Christian asked. �That�s a strange thought.� He
frowned. �What made you come up with that idea?�
�You were not severe enough with the whip,� Simone said to her
husband. Emily, lost in the comfort of Simone�s right breast, could be
heard making a suckling sound with her lips.
�The Institute,� Mr. Christian mused, his hands still massaging
Emily�s ass, but more gently now. �When do you think they�d have a place
for her?�
�Tomorrow, hopefully,� Simone said.
�First thing in the morning?� Mr. Christian asked.
�Yes. I think that would be best,� Simone answered. �Don�t you?�
�I might be quite drained by morning,� Mr. Christian said.
�That�s alright, dear,� Simone said. �It�s an all women
establishment.�
�Yes. I know,� Mr. Christian said. He grinned, his mouth lurid even if
his hands had let off poking Emily�s asshole.
�I can probably get a place for you as a guest,� Simone told her
husband. �Don�t worry. You�d have plenty of time to recover.� Mr.
Christian smiled. He was bone-hard but knew he wasn�t going to last much
longer.
�I wouldn�t be the dominant though, would I?� Mr. Christian asked
his wife. �I mean, I picked Emily for the perfection of her ass. So I could
enjoy training it. But at the Institute, if they let me in, I�d be more of an
observer, wouldn�t I?�
�You would have a role assigned,� Simone told her husband.
�You mean my penis would,� Mr. Christian said.
�Yes. That would be your primary purpose,� Simone admitted. �The
Institute is a very physical place, dear. The women have little love for
men, save for what they can provide physically. Your value would be
measured by the size and potency of your erection, and by the fullness of
your balls.�
�Do you think you can get us in tonight?� Mr. Christian asked. He felt
more desperate than ever to spend. Despite his accustomed role as a
dominant he liked the idea, however awkward it might be, of a houseful of
women.
Simone pulled Emily off her breast. The girl looked suddenly forlorn.
Her comfort toy had been taken away. �Kneel down,� Simone told the girl.
Emily obeyed. She put her head down into the shower spray. She felt her
knees connect with the hard, suds-smeared floor of the tub. Simone
turned the girl around, her hands firmly on Emily�s shoulders. When Emily
had been spun about she found herself face-to-face with Mr. Christian�s
cock.
�Oh!� Emily gasped. Simone urged the girl�s head forward, with the
same caressing hand she�d used to place Emily�s mouth on her right tit.
Emily�s lips parted, unwillingly but of necessity, to receive what was
being forced on her. Mr. Christian groaned as he felt the under-aged girl
stretch her jaws to accommodate him in her mouth.
�Suck while I call the Institute,� Simone told the girl. She stepped
out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, which she wrapped around herself,
she sidestepped the drips from Emily�s formerly messy bottom. They
trailed across the floor from the living room, where Emily�s turds were
beginning to put up quite an odor. �God! The Institute is the only place we
can play, until I get someone in here to clean the apartment,� Simone
declared to herself. She went into the bedroom she shared with her
husband and picked up a phone. It was a white phone, as clean and pure as
the living room was defiled. Simone punched the numbers on the phone�s
key pad. There was a ring, and then a voice answered.
�Hello?� the voice asked. It was a woman�s voice, sounding very
cultured and refined. For a moment Simone wondered if she�d dialed a
late-night librarian. But that was the Institute�s way, wasn�t it? At
least that�s what she�d heard. It had only opened a few weeks earlier. She
was dying to taste it.
�Is this the Institute?� Simone asked the cultured voice on the other
end.
�If you wish it to be,� the voice replied.
�Yes. I- I do,� Simone said. She paused. For the first time in she
wasn�t sure how long, she felt like a little girl again. A frightened child.
Not at all like the woman she�d been all night, sleek and sophisticated,
able to entertain four men while keeping her husband happy.
�When would you like to visit?� the voice on the line asked. Simone
wanted to blurt �tonight,� so intriguing was the wave of emotion she felt
washing over her, but that made her feel like someone who was desperate,
and looking for a late-night fix.
�Well actually it�s not just for myself,� Simone said. �It�s- it�s for
a girl who�s visiting. She misbehaved and my husband wasn�t as strict
with her as I�d hoped he�d be.�
�We do not lack in what you are seeking,� the voice answered.
Simone felt butterflies in her stomach. There was something about the
voice that was so agreeable, so perfectly delicate, and yet so necessary,
in a way that Simone hoped would be utterly degrading and crude. Not for
herself, of course, but for Emily. And her husband, Simone realized,
thinking of how long it had been since she�d seen him truly subservient.
She liked his dominant side, but really, he was not as permissive with her
as she was with him. True, she liked the 14 and 15-year-old girls he
brought around. They were darling and so wonderfully spankable. But then
he treated them too kindly, in her opinion. And at the same time he
wouldn�t let her be the slut she truly craved to be. She�d had to confine
herself to sucking their four male guests, when what she really wanted,
after she�d primed them, was to invite them all into her bedroom and let
them �do� her in front of her husband. That would fix him for what he was
always doing to her, with his seemingly endless lust for young girls.
�Would tomorrow be too early?� Simone asked the voice.
�No. But it must be in the morning,� the voice answered. �Can you
arrange to have yourself and your guest here tomorrow morning?�
�Yes. If you wish it,� Simone said. She was about to hang up when
she remembered Dickie.
�And- and my husband would like to come,� Simone said. There was
a pause on the line.
�We don�t operate a brothel,� the voice answered.
�No. I realize that,� Simone said.
�Ours is a place of education.�
�Yes,� Simone agreed.
�Does your husband require training?� the voice asked.
�Yes! Very much so,� Simone said.
�If he understands that he is here to serve and not to command,
something can be arranged.�
�Oh! Wonderful,� Simone said.
�Nine O�clock sharp, then,� the voice said. �That�s when we do our
exchange. Those who are ready to leave do so, and those who are ready to
enter come in. At nine fifteen the door is locked. No entry is possible
after that, until the next morning.�
�Alright!� Simone said.
�Who may I ask to put down?�
�Sim- Simone,� Mrs. Christian said. �Plus two guests. One girl, and
my husband.�
�Three, then,� the voice answered. �Very good. And good night.�
The line went dead. Simone found herself standing next to her bed,
still wet from her shower, and trembling frightfully. She felt like a girl
knowing her daddy would spank her when he got home. It was an
exhilarating feeling, even as it scared her half to death. Quickly she
returned to the bathroom where she found Emily still impaled by the
mouth on her husband�s cock.
�Goo! Goo! Goo!� Emily was gurgling, in a protesting way, as Mr.
Christian used her small face as a repository for his need. With relief
Simone saw that her husband was still stiff, his balls no doubt churning
but still in possession of his seed.
�Did you get us in?� Mr. Christian asked his wife when she stepped
back into the shower. Simone nodded.
�Keep sucking, Emily. I�m going to invade his bottom hole,� Simone
said over the sound of rushing water and Emily�s half-gagging slurps.
Simone got behind her husband and knelt down. �This is what the Institute
women are going to do to you with a dildo, honey,� Simone told her
husband. She grabbed his small tight ass. She prized it open with her
sharp fingernails. Then, with her right index finger, she poked him in the
behind. Mr. Christian gave a pained groan. Simone picked up the bottle of
soap, which her husband had used to wash Emily�s ass. Withdrawing her
finger from her husband�s behind, she squirted it with the sweet-smelling
soap. Then she reinserted her finger, and for the next few minutes Mr.
Christian got a thorough bottom-reaming, even as he continued to impale
Emily�s mouth. When at last Simone wearied of sodomizing her husband,
she crawled round to his front and ordered Emily to keep sucking his cock
while she went after his balls. She sucked each one, then both together,
nibbling on them as she squeezed their plumpness into her mouth. When
she tired of this, and still finding her husband enjoyably hard, she ordered
Emily to join her. She and Emily shared her husband�s balls, Simone
herself sucking one nut while she taught Emily to service the other.
Needless to say, all this attention put Mr. Christian so close to spending
that he couldn�t believe he was still in possession of himself, of his
sperm milk. It was mouthed to boiling by his wife and little Emily.
Jerking his hips forward, he tried to free his balls from the women�s
mouths. But he sighed with pleasure when they insisted on keeping their
lips locked on him.
�Do you think you�re ready for bed, honey?� Simone asked her
husband, taking her lips from him during one of his hip-jerking thrusts.
�Yes. Yes!� Mr. Christian gasped. Taking Emily by her long wet hair,
Simone pulled the girl free of her husband�s right nut. Emily squealed.
The sudden disconnection allowed the downflowing shower to rush into
her mouth. Mr. Christian�s two balls jangled before her eyes, and for a
moment, despite the fullness and discomfort of having them jammed
within her lips, Emily wanted them back. Especially the right one, which
she�d spent so much time trying to tease into spending. But now with
Simone continuing to pull on her hair, Emily was urged to her feet. The
next thing she knew she was pushed out of the shower, and she found
herself dripping on the shower�s bath mat. When she turned, spitting out
the water which had so rudely filled her mouth, she saw through the
shower curtain Mrs. Christian on her knees in front of her husband�s prick.
With a swift, practised motion, the woman seemed to swallow his
considerable length like a sword. Emily couldn�t help drawing back the
shower curtain for a closer look. It was incredible to think that Mrs.
Christian could take her husband so skillfully. As Emily watched, open-
mouthed, Simone began working the big cock that was jammed into her
mouth and all the way down her throat. As if like a steer playing an
assigned role, Mr. Christian closed his eyes and thrust his hips forward
upon his mare. �Yes,� Mr. Christian murmured. It was, despite the way it
shocked Emily, a beautiful sight, she thought. Two people, so closely
locked together, so perfectly joined. With bated breath Emily awaited
what must be inevitable, the sperming of Mrs. Christian by her husband.
The man himself seemed to show the same thought, though he also seemed
to have a kind of newfound patience about it, as if savoring this last
stiffness of his loins before spending himself to oblivion. That which was
currently so long and hard, the length of a foot and thick as a sausage,
would soon be no more, shrunk to a size of embarrassing smallness. Of
course he would be up again, no doubt, but in the intervening minutes or
hours he would be impotent. Emily with all her charms, and Simone with
all her skills, would be unable to bring him to the potency he now showed
so eagerly and so well.
�Don�t!� Emily suddenly cried. She grabbed Simone�s hair, as
urgently as the woman had grabbed her own just moments before. With
childish urgency Emily pulled Simone back. The woman gagged as she felt
her husband�s length being drawn so unexpectedly up from her throat. A
few seconds later, agonizingly slow from the perspective of Emily, who
suddenly wished to see him remain hard and stiff, Mr. Christian�s length
popped from his wife�s mouth. Like some undigested banana the man
presented himself, both to Simone�s face and Emily�s wide appreciative
eyes. �Oh, goodie!� Emily gasped, seeing that she had been in time. With
one hand still clutching at Simone�s hair, she reached out and petted Mr.
Christian�s long cock. It was like some livid animal, and she didn�t want
to see it die yet.
Overcoming the shock of what had been taken from her, Simone cast
a glance at Emily. Then she looked at her husband, as vibrant and hard as
he�d been when she�d taken him. It had never been like this before, once
she�d swallowed him down. He had always cum, deep in her throat, urgent
and throbbing, almost killing her with his length but letting her triumph in
the end, shriveling inside her to leave a part of himself pooled in her belly.
Now here he was, rampant as ever. Simone suppressed a smile. Emily had
preserved her husband�s strength, but did the girl think she was going to
gain by this interruption? Simone would see just what Emily thought she
was getting out of it. Wasn�t she supposed to be the little slave girl, the
thing, the object? Since when did an object have the right to exercise so
much power?
Simone got out of the shower. Her husband paused, obviously still
wanting her, yet realizing now that his time, much as he�d anticipated it,
had not yet cum. But he so wanted to spend!
�Come, dear,� Simone said. She grinned at her pun and took hold of
her husband�s penis. Half dragging him by his boner from the shower, she
urged him out. Emily was there to receive him, petting that part of him
which Simone�s hand didn�t cover, both in front of and behind her fist. The
girl seemed like a wide-eyed child at the zoo, finding a friendly snake.
Together she and Simone pulled Mr. Christian into the bedroom. They were
oblivious to their wetness, the shower still running in the bathroom as
they left it behind. Once they had gained the couple�s matrimonial retreat,
Emily helped Simone draw down the bed�s covers. Then the girl scrambled
into the bed, wetting the sheets with her body, as Mr. Christian went to
the nightstand and picked up a tube of lube.
�Bottom up, Emily,� Simone told the girl who was now hugging one
of the couple�s two pillows.
�What?� Emily asked from the bed. Did she think they were about to
engage in some slumber party, Simone wondered, gazing at the wide-eyed
girl.
�I said �bottom up�, Emily,� Simone told the blonde. She walked over
to the nightstand and took the tube of lube from her husband. She
continued the work he�d begun, squirting lubricant on his powerful
throbbing cock. �That was very rude what you did just now, Emily,�
Simone told the girl lying in the bed she shared every night with her
husband. �Interrupting me and Dickie in the shower.�
�Oh,� Emily said. The girl looked suddenly forlorn.
�I want you to roll over on your belly and lift up your ass,� Simone
told the girl. �If you like my husband�s cock so much then you�ll get it, but
not between your legs where you�re obviously expecting it.� Simone
checked her progress with her husband�s penis and, finding it well-
greased, she led him against the bed, where he quickly climbed up,
producing a screech of fright from Emily. �You�re going to get my husband
in your sweet little bottom, Emily, up your shit hole that so rudely put
turds on my carpet tonight,� Simone said to the girl. �My husband is
painful enough in an untried girl�s cunt but I think you�ll find him twice as
painful in back,� Simone said.
�I- I�m not a virgin,� Emily confessed, biting the pillow she held
pressed to her front as she contemplated what was in store for her. Dick
moved forward, his cock urgently wobbling in front of him.
�I didn�t expect you to be a complete virgin, dear Emily, but I think
you�ll find my husband quite uncomfortable,� Simone said. �Which is
exactly how it should be for a rude girl who won�t mind her manners.�
Emily�s eyes grew even wider. Real fright washed over her face and she
cried,
�Oh, God! I don�t want to bleed from my bottom again!� Simone
looked at her husband.
�It seems she already has a bit of experience,� the woman said.
�With an ass like hers, I don�t doubt it,� Dick said. A gentleness
swept over his face. Though his cock pulsed as hard and urgently as ever,
he gripped Emily�s arm and was not rough with her as he made her roll
over onto her belly. The girl, feeling her flat stomach press wetly to the
bed and her tits bunch up under her, bit the pillow she was holding even
harder. She felt Mr. Christian�s hands grip her thighs, more urgently than
he�d taken her arm. He lifted her small behind up in the air, like some
well-fatted piece of ham that he was about to devour.
�Look how perfect and child-like her ass is,� Dick commented to his
wife. �The girl has the tits of an 18-year-old but the ass of a 12-year-
old. No wonder she bled when she was last fucked in it.�
�Ooooh! Pwease!� Emily shouted fearfully over the corner of the
pillow that was jammed in her mouth.
�Wax her asshole,� Mr. Christian said to his wife. Simone got up on
the bed. She pulled the cheeks of Emily�s behind apart and poked the
nozzle of the lubricant tube into Emily�s anus.
�Ooooh! Stop!� Emily gasped. There was a squirting sound. Emily
wrenched and stiffened as the cold lubricant jetted into her colon. It was
healed, now, from her previous experience of the penis. But she was
scared to death that this new trial would find her ripped open again.
Simone withdrew the nozzle. Mr. Christian pulled Emily closer to himself.
With her tits dragging on the bed, Emily felt something hard and wet touch
her newly anointed anal hole. A new jetting occurred, and though Emily
thought it was Mr. Christian losing himself at the entrance to her hole
(which gave her a moment�s relief) it was only an expulsion of pre-cum.
With bated breath, as Simone now playfully arranged Emily�s still wet hair
that hung ropily down her back, Mr. Christian tested the entrance to
Emily�s rear hole with his cock head.
�God, this girl is tight as a drum,� Mr. Christian exclaimed.
�No wonder she ripped when someone tried her,� Simone said in a
carefree, devil-may-care way. Then she leaned closer to Emily and,
whispering loud enough for her husband to hear, she told the girl,
�Tomorrow you�re going to be enrolled at the Institute, Emily. It�s a
special place for girls just like yourself. Girls who misbehave,� Simone
said, biting Emily�s earlobe to make sure she was listening. At that
moment Dick tested Emily�s bottom hole entrance again. He jammed
himself forward, between her cheeks. Emily tried to close her hind halves
but the thing was already jammed inbetween and all she did was manage
to clutch at it, as if begging Mr. Christian�s cock not to desist in his
attempt. With a groan the man got a little of himself in her ass. Emily
squealed like a stuck pig. Then he shoved again and got a little more in.
Simone laughed, and let go of Emily�s ear with her teeth. She turned
herself on the bed so that the girl�s hands, now clutching at the bedsheets
in front of her, grasped up inbetween Simone�s thighs. At least one of
Emily�s hands did anyway, the other reaching out and finding purchase on
the railing that made up the lowermost part of the bed�s headboard.
�Mmm, yes, Emily!� Simone gasped. She directed the girl�s scrabbling
fingers inbetween the lips of her cunt. With a squeal Emily found herself
pleasuring Mrs. Christian, even as the woman�s husband violated her
bottom.
�No! No!� Emily cried, but Simone pushed down on the back of the
girl�s head and buried her face in the pillow the girl had so lately been
clutching and biting. With her other hand, Simone made sure that Emily�s
frightened fingers brought diddling pleasure to her dell. �Oook! Oook!
Oook!� Emily cried into the pillow that was half-suffocating her.
Meanwhile her ass felt as if it were being subjected to torture, as Mr.
Christian, implacably hard and now intent on using her bottom to cum,
wormed his way up inside Emily�s shit hole. When he was well inside,
Emily unable to rid herself of him while at the same time doing to
Simone�s cunt with her fingers what Mr. Christian was doing to her
backside, the man began to work himself in and out. He didn�t pull all the
way out of Emily, of course. He doubted whether he could get back in if he
did. She was so breathtakingly small and tight. He wanted to just fuck
her with all his might but he didn�t want to rip her and possibly make her
ineligible for enrollment in the Institute. He�d heard they were quite
rough with the girls there, but, at the same time, they refused to accept
what they called �damaged merchandise�. A visitor must be in good health,
with no complaints, no diseases and no injuries. Inspections were done
upon admission and those found wanting were �excused�, in the anodyne
language of the women who ran the place. Despite his desperation to cum
Dick didn�t want to risk missing having Emily enrolled there. Or himself,
or his wife. Suddenly Dick reached a decision. Biting his lip, lamenting it
even as he did it, he pulled himself free of Emily�s little bottom. A
distinct pop could be heard as his cock head sprang free of her sucking
back orifice and wiggled in the air.
�Dear, what are you doing?� Simone asked with surprised eyes. No
less surprised was Emily, whose head managed to bolt up from the pillow.
Looking desperately over her shoulder, gasping for breath, she cried,
�Enough! Pwease!� Simone stroked the girl�s long blonde hair that
trailed wetly down her back. Her breath was ragged, her cunt well-juiced
from Emily�s fingers and close to an explosion of bliss. Her plump breasts
heaved on her chest, her nipples small but stiff, her eyes glazed.
�Dear, what are you doing?� Simone asked her husband.
�I�m going to wait,� Dick told his wife.
�Wait? For what?� Simone said. Despite letting Emily raise her
head she kept the girl�s fingers firmly planted in her dell.
�Until tomorrow,� Dick said. �I�ve never been to the Institute and I
want to be fully prepared for whatever they have in store for us.� Simone
looked at her husband�s penis. It was hard as ever, trembling like some
great beastly snake that was about to shed its skin. Thinking of how her
husband must suffer during the night if he truly did as he now said he
wished to, Simone pushed Emily�s digging fingers deeper into her cunt.
Suddenly she spent, explosively and with eye-popping passion. Poor Emily,
her bottom well-greased and anointed with Dick�s pre-cum, now found her
fingers thoroughly drenched with Simone�s cunt. As if to somehow escape
from it all, Emily slipped her free hand down under her flat child�s belly.
Surprised by her own behavior, she began fondling herself, digging with
the fingers of her left hand as eagerly into herself as she was digging into
Simone.
�Ooooh! Ooooh! OOOOOOH!� Emily cried moments later. The combined
passion of the evening�s events suddenly burst from her cuntlips. She
made the sheets under her thighs even wetter than they already were from
her shower. Meanwhile Mrs. Christian finished her own consummation.
When both females had added to the wetness of the bed, Mrs. Christian
drew Emily up in her arms and kissed her.
�We can come many times, not just once,� Mrs. Christian reminded
the girl.
�I know,� Emily said.
�Lie on your back. I want to taste your pretty cunt,� Mrs. Christian
said to the girl. Eagerly Emily complied. This was something she
instinctively understood. Not a man�s penis ramming into her, but the
loving touch of a woman like herself, with fingertips as soft as her own.
Though, in Mrs. Christian�s case, her fingertips also came well-armed with
sharp nails. As Emily lay on her back, her thighs spread, Simone mounted
her. She offered Emily her own wet female nest as she began to explore
Emily�s. The girl felt a pricking as the woman�s sharp nails touched her.
Then it was all softness, Mrs. Christian carefully parting her lips and
exploring Emily�s cunt with her tongue. In sympathy Emily stuck out her
own tongue. Daintily she tasted the new fresh sensation of licking
another woman. As she gasped at Mrs. Christian�s gentle intrusion, she
repaid the woman, lick for lick, probing finger for probing finger. Mrs.
Christian eased her plump wifely bottom down over Emily�s eyes. The girl
found herself in darkness, but except for the momentary shock of it she
didn�t mind. She had already found the target of her lusting tongue, and
worked even harder to produce gasps from the woman who was half-
suffocating her. For her part Mrs. Christian worked the girl so that she
was soon raising her bottom urgently up off the sheet, desperate to try to
suffocate Mrs. Christian with her pretty young cuntlips. The two women
worked each other like this for an hour, Mr. Christian watching with his
throbbing cock, desperate to find a place to spend but unable to penetrate
the two-backed beast in front of him. Both women�s hands were busy in
the other�s dell. Mrs. Christian�s ass was pressed against Emily�s head,
which was too close to the headboard for Mr. Christian to be able to wedge
himself in there. As for Emily�s ass, it was firmly placed on the sheet,
except when it was lifting itself, cheeks clenched and thighs straining,
for Mrs. Christian to more thoroughly eat it. No, Dick would simply have to
watch, and though he longed to sperm both women he somehow managed to
hold himself back.
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