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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SUMMER OF SIN
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Chapter Nineteen
It was inevitable, I suppose, thinking back on it. My aunt and I sat in
our bikinis on the sofa. We sipped drinks. Mine was a lemonade with just
a touch of vodka. Hers was a Bloody Mary.
We smiled at the others in the room. Our makeup was perfect. Our
hair had been fussed over for hours, earlier in the day, at the hair
dresser�s. Yet for all the attention we�d paid to our looks, we nonetheless
had a natural beauty about us, for we wore only our heels, and our bikinis.
I gazed at the others in the room. Two guys, three girls. That was
all. It was a very small, and deliberately very private party. We would
engage in the ultimate depravity tonight, and the women, myself included,
were on pins and needles about it. Could we really go through with it?
Veronica sashayed into the room. She was blonde, like myself. She
moved with a stalking, cat-like grace. She was in control, exuding a sense
of command. Yet our two male guests grinned, mischievously, all the
same. For despite her air of authority, they�d put Veronica in a most
indisposed way this evening.
�I�ve never been to a Pregnancy Party,� I offered in a squeaky voice
to our hostess. Veronica turned. She regarded me with warm eyes and
smiled.
�None of us has, dear,� Veronica said. �This is the first for us all.�
She turned to the men. She eyed them with gleeful suspicion. �Though you
can never tell about men, hmmm?�
�I�m not a father,� Jim said.
�Me neither,� Frank said.
�Very well, boys,� Veronica said. She sat down on a couch opposite
our male company, beside my aunt, Rebecca, who was sitting beside me.
�After tonight you will be, of course. You know that and accept that?�
�Sure, as long as we don�t have to get married,� Jim said.
�I�m much too wealthy to want a man spending my inheritance with
me, 24-hours a day, as is Rebecca,� Veronica smiled. She looked over at
my aunt. My aunt nodded. �We only want what�s hanging between your
legs, gentlemen,� Veronica assured the two young men across from us.
�I still-- I still don�t think she should be included,� my aunt said,
looking at Veronica, but putting a hand on my shoulder.
�Auntie!� I cried. �I want to get pregnant if you�re getting
pregnant!� And I did, too. I didn�t want her leaving me out of anything she
did. Especially if it meant having a baby!
Veronica leaned out and looked past my aunt at me. Her bosoms hung
in her string bra like ripened fruit waiting to be freed from a net.
�You understand, dear, that you�ll be a mommie if you let these two
virile men fuck you tonight, without birth control?� Veronica asked me.
�Yes,� I breathed.
�That means you�ll have to change a baby�s diapers, and breast-feed
it, and wake up and calm it whenever it cries,� Veronica said. Her eyes
peered deeply into mine. At the same time, she reached up behind herself
and undid her top, behind her neck. It sprang loose and released her
bosoms. They hung full and soft off the front of her body. They swayed.
The men�s eyes watched them. Veronica�s nipples grew into twin tips of
excitement. Watching, the men�s own nipples, tucked under the broad rim
of their muscled chests, tautened with manly desire. Both men shifted
uncomfortably on the sofa.
We were all excited, I think. The men had come from work but had
retreated into a separate room to change, and sat across from us now in
the smallest of Speedos. The front of each man�s swimsuit bulged with
his equipment. My tummy churned. I was both nervous and ecstatic.
�I want a baby if my aunt�s having one,� I said. My voice was high
and childish but I felt firm in my resolve. I didn�t want to be left out!
�Alright,� Veronica said. She stood up. I leapt to my feet, fearing
something might happen without me. Veronica walked over to me and
gazed into my face. She put a hand to my flat belly. �It will grow right
here,� she said. She patted my tummy. I reached out and stroked and
palmed hers. We were both model-thin. In nine months, we�d be bulging.
My aunt, perhaps herself afraid of missing out on something, stood
up. She put a hand over my tummy too.
�You might have twins,� my aunt smiled to me.
�Or triplets,� one of the men, still sitting across from us, said.
Veronica put a hand to my aunt�s smooth belly and patted it.
�With two guys, and three girls, things could get rather confused,�
Veronica warned my aunt. �None of us may know which man really gave us
our child.�
�Without tests, of course,� my aunt answered.
�We�ve promised them not to ask them to ever be tested,� Veronica
said. Her voice was soft, but tense.
�Yes,� Rebecca agreed.
�I�m ready,� I assured both women.
�Let�s undress, then,� Veronica said. She looked to my aunt for
approval. Rebecca looked worried but said nothing. Veronica reached
across to me and took hold of the ties of my panties. She tugged on them.
They loosened. I felt them fall down. I gave a small shriek as my bikini
fluttered to the floor. �Turn around,� Veronica told me. I turned. My
small feet stepped in the tangled remains of my panties as I turned. I put
my hands on my tummy and felt it. It was so flat! Did I really wish to be
heavy with child? I felt Veronica�s, or was it Rebecca�s? fingers at my
back. I turned. They were both undoing my bra, I saw. A moment later my
bosoms tumbled out of my tight little bikini halter. The men, watching us
as we undressed, uttered groans of painful pleasure. They enjoyed the
sight of it, but it made their crotches heavy and bulgingly full with
straining male desire.
We settled back on the couch. We were nude, my auntie and I, as
well as Veronica. Only our heels remained, on our feet, no impediment
whatever to the penises Veronica now invited the men to display to our
eyes.
Both men stood up. They were 20, both of them, young and tense
with desire. They skinned down their briefs and their penises shot
forward into our view. Their cocks shivered in the cool early evening air
of the room. Somewhere I heard a dog barking at something; a cat,
perhaps? Another dog? One possibly in heat? I didn�t know. The men
stepped out of their discarded Speedos and sat back down on the couch
opposite us. It was, after all, a party. Not a simple, straight-forward
fucking. Veronica had chosen men who, despite their hunger to copulate,
would be willing to be controlled. She would play Mistress for all of us
until the final denouement, at the end of the night, was to take place.
�Very good. We can all see what each of us has to offer now,�
Veronica smiled. �I hope we�re all satisfied?� She glanced at me, at my
aunt.
�Yes,� my aunt said. She sat stone-still on the sofa. She gazed
across at the men, studying both of them intently. I grinned and laughed.
�They look uncomfortable,� I suggested to Veronica. And they did,
with their big penises sticking so lewdly out in front of them.
�Of course, my dear,� Veronica told me. �They want to fuck.�
�May I help them?� I asked. I shifted on the sofa, hoping for
permission to rise.
�Not yet, sillikins,� Veronica said. She looked at the men. �How
eager she is! You are both, I trust, with a week�s weight of sperm in your
balls?� Both men nodded. �Good,� Veronica said. �Do you like what you
see, gentlemen?� They nodded again. �Very well,� Veronica said.
�Perhaps I should refill your drinks, then. We shall proceed with infinite
care and slowness this evening, gentlemen, given the inevitable result of
our tryst. I, at least, wish to savor what is about to happen to me.�
Veronica rose. She walked over to the two men. She took each man�s
glass from him. Frank had not finished his drink and she waited until he
had, quickly swallowing it down.
�I think I�m going to need to be drunk for this,� Frank said. His eyes
were wide. �I can�t believe I�m going to be a father.�
�And at only 20, dear boy,� Veronica, who was 22, reminded him.
�It�s why I chose you. I want the youngest, healthiest sperm possible for
my baby.�
�Yeah,� Jim said. �We�ve got plenty of that, I can assure you. I do,
at least.� He squirmed. His bare ass ground against the sofa. �Can�t we
just, like, do it?� he asked Veronica. �My dick hurts, it�s so hard.�
Veronica bent. Holding both men�s empty glasses, she showed a
perfect posture as she dipped very low and placed a kiss on the head of
Jim�s penis. Her long blonde hair tumbled over his muscled thighs.
�I chose you boys because I knew you�d be good,� Veronica said. She
rose. �Don�t disappoint me. Do as I say. You�ll have full rein to vent your
fury on us at the end of the evening. With greater passion, I dare say, if
we girls make you wait for it.� Veronica turned and walked with tight
wigglings of her naked ass over to the wet bar. Both men�s eyes remained
utterly mesmerized, watching her every step as she moved.
I gave a small cough. Frank, at least, broke his gaze from Veronica�s
bottom and looked at me. My bosoms shook as I coughed again. �I�m tense,
that�s all,� I worriedly assured Frank. I didn�t want him thinking I had a
head cold. I might be left out!
�God, this is going to be a great night,� Frank said. His eyes were
glazed. I realized, gazing at him, with his penis sticking out in front of
him, that he�d have fucked me even if I did have a cold. Or the Black Death.
It made me nervous and I coughed again.
�A night to remember,� Veronica concurred, taking liquor from the
wet bar�s refrigerator. Rebecca put a hand consolingly on my back and
rubbed it. But she kept her eyes on both men, savoring their erections. I
liked the feel of her soft, slim-fingered hand stroking my naked back.
�I wonder if it will be a boy or a girl?� Jim asked.
�Both!� I said. I felt excited. I wiggled on the couch beside my aunt.
My soft, bare bottom felt delicious against the embroidered brocade of the
couch.
�I hope I don�t have twins,� my aunt murmured. She seemed lost in
her thoughts, submissive. Her hand caressed the slim blades of my
shoulders, set in my back. Her fingers felt protective against me. Perhaps
she understood the gravity of the situation better than I. For me it was a
grand adventure. Imagine, getting pregnant! And at only 13! Yet I wasn�t
pregnant yet. We�d play all evening, the men only being put to us at the
night�s conclusion. How decadent it all was!
I gazed about the room. It was decorated with colorful pastel
balloons. They bobbed in the air. They were kept from escaping to the
ceiling by long, thread-like strings. The strings were weighed down by
bouquets of condoms. Red roses were arranged by the dozen in vases of
sparkling lead crystal. Hearts, multi-colored, festooned the walls of the
room. And that was not all. Arranged on the coffee table that separated
us from the men, that we might all know for certain what awaited, was a
pile of baby gear. A baby�s bottle. A bib, with Tickle Me Elmo printed on
it. A teething ring. A box of cigars.
�Now, gentlemen,� Veronica said. She sashayed over to the coffee
table and set down a fresh tray of drinks. �Since you both have such easy
consciences about taking your pleasure on us, and forcing us girls to
endure the pain of childbirth, I think it�s only fair we girls have a little
fun.� Veronica gave each man his drink, taking it from the tray, one by
one, walking over to him and bowing submissively and handing it to him.
As she gave each man his liquor she briefly touched the head of his long
cock. Returning to her tray, she picked up a small flagellum lying upon it.
It had one cord. It was black and dangled down from the flagellum�s black
handle. I gasped. I feared Veronica intended to do something to Rebecca
and me with the small whip. Instead, she turned to the men. �This is a
penis whip,� she told the men�s gaping eyes. �Please allow me to strike
your cocks with it, so you may, in a small way, understand what your
fucking of us will do to us. It won�t hurt as much as the pain of birthing a
child, but it will help you young men understand what�s in store for us
girls.�
The two young men stared at Veronica. Now I knew why she�d chosen
them, instead of men who were older. Not only did she want their young,
healthy sperm. Not only did she want strapping young men whom she could
easily control. She also wanted, on this one night that would forever
change her life (and mine!) to give the men who would do us in a taste of
their own medicine.
�Oh! Don�t hurt them!� I cried. It shocked and excited me to see the
men taught a lesson. (After all, they weren�t hard from worrying about
how I�d feel nine months from now!) Yet, at the same time, they were so
beautiful, their long thick cocks stretching hard and fierce between their
legs, that I truly didn�t want to see them hurt. What if Veronica injured
them? What if she aimed for their dicks and hit their balls instead? I
knew a man�s penis was somewhat hardy, if sensitive. But a misplaced
blow to their testicles might keep them from giving me the baby I wanted.
�Oh! Don�t! Please!� Rebecca, echoing my fears, called out to
Veronica. But our hostess bent and wickedly slashed her penis whip down
between Jeff�s legs.
�Wha-hoooo!� Jeff shouted. His drink nearly fell from his hand. His
back bolted upright. His penis quivered from the blow of the small whip
slashing across his cockhead.
�Yes,� Veronica smiled. �You gentlemen aren�t just going to get to
fuck freely. You must learn a little bit too.�
�Don�t hit my dick with that thing!� Frank cried. But Veronica was
quick, quick as a striking cat. She swished her whip across his legs and
brought it down with a sharp report on the meaty prong of his penis.
�YEEEEOOOW!� Frank gritted. His liquor glass fell from his hand. It
tumbled to the rug. He shoved both his hands between his legs and grabbed
hold of his penis. He rubbed it.
�That thing hurts!� Jeff said angrily to Veronica. He massaged his
own staff, and looked over at Frank, to see if the other man was forced to
behave as he was. I giggled. They looked like two men trying to pee,
except they were both trying to assuage the pain of being whipped!
�Such a pity,� Veronica said. �I�m sorry that it hurts, gentlemen.
Still, I want you each to have six. Spread your legs and stick out your
things, gentlemen. Perhaps I can be a little easier on you. But not too
easy-- I want you always to know how much we women suffer having our
babies, so you aren�t indiscriminate with your sperm. You�re both so
handsome. I know you�re not virgins. Have you ever thought about what
you�re possibly doing to a girl when you bonk her?�
�No,� Frank said, truthfully. He rubbed his fingers up and down the
length of his cock. There was a sharp movement of Veronica�s wrist. With
a savvy aim, she struck the part of his organ his hands weren�t, at that
moment, covering. Frank sat erect, and yelled.
�I didn�t give you permission to masturbate, Frank,� Veronica
scolded.
�Oooooh! I�m sorry!� Frank said. He frisked his hands along the shaft
of his penis more briskly.
�That�s two,� Jim said to Frank. He squeezed his own cock
protectively in his hands. But it was so big that half of it stuck out
beyond the end of his fist, and Veronica, turning, gave him a slash.
�EeeeeYOW!� Jim cried. �Damn you, woman!� His face flushed. He
massaged his cock furiously. �If you weren�t so beautiful I�d break your
ass for doing that to me!�
�Tsk! What you poor men suffer for love,� Veronica answered. With
delicate grace, she returned the penis whip to the serving tray. When she
turned toward both men again, they had their knees pressed close, and
their hands shoved down between their legs. �Open up, gentlemen,�
Veronica said. �I�m going to let you both get off--�
�Thank God!� Frank howled, and began rubbing his dick more
vigorously.
�Ahem!� Veronica said, clearing her throat. �I�m going to let you
both get off with the whip strokes you�ve already had. Take your hands off
your dick, Frank. You too, Jim.� Both men, to my surprise, obeyed. �Open
up,� Veronica said, peering at their groins, protected by their closed
thighs. Again, to my utter surprise, given what they�d already suffered,
both men spread their legs and offered us all a view of their beautiful,
jutting cocks. �Very good,� Veronica said. She smiled.
�Keep your hands off that whip,� Jim said. An older man might have
reached over and grabbed it, but Jim was just shy of his teenage years,
and in obvious awe at the presence of a beautiful nude woman like
Veronica. He sat staring at her, his legs open, showing us his thing.
�Yes, gentlemen,� Veronica said. She looked at both men. �I promise
not to use my penis whip on you anymore, men, if you make a promise to
me.�
�What�s that?� Frank asked.
�You both must keep yourselves erect and vulnerable for the entire
evening,� Veronica said. �Display your cocks proudly. Keep yourselves
sexually ready. No matter what happens, no matter how deep your sense of
passion or how crude the manner in which we girls use you, you must
retain your seed. At all costs, keep your sperm in your balls, so that it
may be made proper use of at the end of the evening, in our cunts, getting
all three of us pregnant. But, in the meantime, keep your legs apart, your
backs straight. Show your penises like they�re flags. Be proud of their
stiffness. Don�t cover your erections with your hands and don�t close your
legs, ever. Do you understand? Do you see how you�re to offer your dicks
to us, at all times?�
�Yeah,� Jim said. His voice trembled with desire.
�Open your legs more!� Veronica snapped. Jim spread his muscled
thighs. �All the way!� Veronica ordered. �When you are sitting, your legs
are to be spread to the maximum extent possible. They are not to be used
in any way to hide your sexual organ, or to try to protect it.�
�I feel like a girl,� Jim said. He strained his legs apart, showing us
the engorged sight not only of his thick prong, but of the bulging flesh-bag
of sperm underneath it. Frank did the same.
�This will be a little like the Story of O,� Veronica told both men. �I
never liked how the girls made such an effort to show their slits, but the
men, apparently, despite the cut of their uniforms, weren�t put under a
similar strain.� She sashayed to the wet bar, looking back over her
shoulder at both our boyfriends. She slipped behind the bar. She found a
cap under the counter and put it on her head. It was an oversized biker�s
cap. It was made of black leather. A silver chain ran across its front,
above the cap�s peaked brim. I shivered. The cap gave Veronica an air of
command. Yet, at the same time, being oversized, it made her look
vulnerable too. She strutted back out to the coffee table and eyed the
penis whip lying on the drinks tray. �Always you will both make an effort
to make a rude and raw display of your cocks, gentlemen,� Veronica said.
She smiled. �Which shouldn�t be too hard. But you will sit with your
buttocks at the end of the sofa, for instance. Yes, you may lean back. I
want you to lean back and rest. You will need your strength. But your
cocks must not rest.� She giggled. �Even if they could, of course. I know
how randy young men are. That�s why I chose you too. Still, you must
always strive to make a display of your penises while you�re here. I want
you to consciously think of it all the time. I want you to compete! Yes!
Always be worried that the other man might catch our eyes with a more
provocative display of his cock. Thrust forth your own. Show it with
pride. You desire to be picked to father all our children, if you can. You
desire to be a father three times over, excluding the other man present.
And we will tease and test both you, gentlemen, where it matters. On your
dicks. To see if you�re truly suitable. All this I wish you both to keep in
mind, and for that, I promise not to whip your cocks any more with my
penis whip. At the same time I promise you�ll both be made fathers.�
�God. Whatever!� Jim groaned. He was sitting back now, as Veronica
wished. His broad shoulders rested against the back of the sofa. But his
butt was thrust forward, the cheeks half on, half off the rich brocaded
seat of the sofa. His dick waved in the air, all 12 inches of it. At the
same time his big balls dangled off the edge of the couch. Nothing
supported them, and they looked like twin church bells (very fat church
bells!) hanging off the end of the couch, waiting to be rung. Frank now sat
in the same manner.
�Nice,� Veronica said. �And when I command you to stand and walk,
gentlemen, you will do so like show ponies, thrusting forward your dicks
in competition with each other. Do you understand that too?�
�Yes,� Frank groaned. Jim nodded. Yet I saw in their eyes, despite
their agony at being so hard, and so teased, a bright desire to show us
their long, hard organs, in all their male glory. They were both visibly
proud of their dicks, and glad to be able to show them off to us. I licked
my lips. I felt agitated. Could I bear to watch such a beautiful display, or
would I leap from the couch and assault those twin, perfect cocks? That
was the question now! Beside me, I felt a similar thrill run through
Rebecca. Her hand clasped the back of my neck and squeezed. She knew
what I wished to do, for she wished to do it herself. But she held me back,
and kept her seat, though her hand slipped between her own thighs and
lightly brushed her dell.
�Now I need two sturdy fellows to bring out two pairs of trestles,�
Veronica said. �Plus a stool,� Veronica added. �Two stools, now that I
think of it, for the legs of short-stuff here will have to be spread.�
�What?!� I asked, knowing immediately she must be speaking of me.
I, at 13, was definitely the shortest.
Veronica laughed. �Yes, dear,� she said. She turned to me. �We will
play our first game now. It�s called �Tongue Tied.� Do you know what sort
of game it is? Hmmm? It�s like musical chairs. You and your sister-- I
mean, your aunt. So young for an aunt! You and your aunt will both present
yourselves over a trestle. With your legs spread, of course. Always we
must all keep our legs spread. In front, you�ll both grip the front bar of
the trestle with your hands. If necessary, your hands will be tied to it.
And, most importantly, each of you will have your faces lifted, as you�re
bent over. Lifted like this,� Veronica said, lightly placing her fingers
under her chin. �With your mouths offered, like so, you will both be the
central feature in �Tongue Tied.� It�s a game like musical chairs. As the
CD plays, the men will move between the two of you. Each man will thrust
his penis into your mouth, for a second, then pull it out again. This will
continue until the CD suddenly stops. Then one of the men will be left out,
and have to have a spanking on his ass.�
�Left out?� Rebecca asked. �But there�s just Chloe and I, and Jim
and Frank.�
Veronica smiled. �I�m going to play too. I�ll be wearing a strap-on
dildo, and play just as if I were a man.�
�I�m going to have to suck on a strap-on dildo?!� I asked, alarmed.
�Yes,� Veronica said. �And before the night is through, we may well
play with something other than your mouths. Perhaps you�ll both be made
to offer your cunts, or your bottomholes, for the game!�
�No,� Rebecca breathed.
�There are all sorts of fun things one can do, even at a serious
affair, like a Pregnancy Party,� Veronica assured us. She looked at the
men. �Go into the hall. You�ll find a closet there. It�s supposed to be a
linen closet, but I�ve got two wooden trestles stashed there. Bring them
out and let�s begin.�
�Okay!� Jim and Frank said. Eagerly they both got up from the couch.
I slipped an arm around my aunt�s waist and hugged myself close to her.
�Auntie, I�m not sure I want to do this,� I confessed. �They�re so
big! What if I gag on them?�
�It�s-- it�s just a game, silly,� my aunt said. But her voice was
afraid, uncertain.
The men brought in the trestles from the closet in the hall. Each
trestle was heavy. It took two men to lift it. They walked with grand
smiles. Men are ever happy at the thought of a female being rendered
helpless. I watched, gripping my aunt�s waist with both my arms. I was
scared. The men carried the trestles at waist height. Their naked cocks
banged against the wood. I wondered if the unfinished wood of the
trestles would put a splinter in their cocks. I hoped so. Perhaps it would
spare me the wickedness of the �game� Veronica had planned for us.
�The tops are padded, as you can see, girls. For your comfort,�
Veronica told my aunt and I. And they were, too. Big, black pads, that
added to the weight of each trestle. At the base of each trestle-leg was
an iron cuff. A girl could be put either way across it, and her ankles fitted
smoothly into the cuffs to render her helpless. Except, in my case, I was
too short for my feet to reach. That�s why they�d put me up on a pair of
stools.
Along the lower part of each trestle ran a bar. In the middle of the
bar I saw that the wood was worn, as if someone had gripped it very
tightly. The trestles were old. The pads were clean but the trestles
showed years of use. There were cuts and chips in the legs of each
trestle�s leg. Something had struck the legs, many times. I gasped as I
realized the trestles� true purpose. My aunt and I were merely to play a
game, but someone else had used the trestles time and again for a more
sinister purpose. If the legs were that marred, what condition could the
poor bottom of the person put over the trestle be in? I clutched tight to
my aunt�s waist. I felt her breathing quicken. She was scared too.
�Girls?� Veronica said. She beckoned to my aunt and I. Slowly, my
aunt rose from the sofa. The warmth of its cushions parted company from
her bottom; mine too, as, clinging to her waist, I was forced to stand with
her.
�It-- it is just a game, right?� my aunt said. Veronica laughed.
�How nervous you are, Rebecca! Of course it is just a game,�
Veronica said. �I bought these trestles second-hand. I can�t account for
what use they were put to before.�
�I can guess,� my aunt said. She slipped her hands to her thighs,
then swept them back to her bottom. She held it protectively.
�Me too!� I said. I let go of my aunt�s waist and put my own palms to
my tushy.
�Right this way, girls,� Veronica said. �Let�s not keep the guys
waiting. Jeff? Frank? Please help our young ladies here into the proper
posture. Chloe will need a stool under each of her feet.�
�Two stools?� Frank asked.
�Of course. Her legs are to be spread wide apart, dear,� Veronica
said. I felt my bottom wiggle in my clutching palms. My cheeks pressed
tight.
�Don�t bonk me in my ass,� I told Frank, as he brought two stools
from the hallway closet. He set them down behind the trestle.
�Get up,� Frank said. �I don�t promise anything to a girl who�s about
to be tied.�
�Frank!� I said, alarmed. �Promise you won�t bonk me in my ass!�
A sly grin came to Frank�s face. I looked fearfully at his big prick.
�That�s up to Veronica,� Frank said. �I�m not promising your little
ass anything at all.�
�OOOOOH!� I said. My voice was full of disgust. I kept my hands
firmly clapped to my bottom, even though my aunt was already letting Jim
put her over the trestle set out for her. �Veronica?� I said. �Please tell
Frank he�s not supposed to bonk me in my ass. Only-- only my mouth.�
�Yes, dear,� Veronica said. She took my arm, like a groom fetching a
bride. She led me up to the twin stools. I was made to step up onto one
with both my feet. I was unsteady in my heels. Veronica held me. She
made me bend over the padded trestle. Then she had me split my legs,
placing one of my feet on the other stool. I felt like a fish lifted up onto
the scales. My legs made a bold vee behind me, showing the pink fig of my
slit. My arms dangled down in front. Frank fitted my chin into a vise on a
second trestle. It was a trestle set in front of the trestle I was lying
over. It�s purpose was to support and make a display of my head, my
mouth. For the game. I realized as Frank pushed my face into the vise that
I hadn�t actually gotten a promise I wouldn�t be bonked in my ass.
�Don� bon� my ass, Fwank,� I tried saying.
�You look like Lady Godiva, trying to belly surf,� was all Frank said
in reply. He adjusted my chin in the vise. Then he tightened it. It pressed
up against my cheeks.
In a few minutes both my aunt and I were tied over the trestles.
Veronica decided to bind our hands, to make sure we didn�t try to protect
our mouths with them. Our legs were split in wide vees. I stood on the
two widely-separated stools. I offered myself, in behind, as Veronica
wished. I hoped nobody got any ideas, seeing my bottomhole made so
available. I felt the air of the room caressing my upturned bottom. It
whispered against my rapidly moistening slit. The trestle was high for
me. I felt awkward poised over it. My ankles were tied to the legs of the
stools, making a lewd display of my most private parts. My bosoms hung
off me like ripe fruit, waiting to be stolen. I glanced at my aunt. I
couldn�t move my face, only my eyes.
The vise was tight against my cheeks, so that I couldn�t turn my
head. My aunt suffered the same indignity. Together, each of us bent over
a trestle, we offered our mouths. Our mouths were open, each a perfect O,
waiting to be filled.
The men were delighted. They showed us their cocks. They waited
eagerly for the game to begin. Veronica got a strap-on dildo and had the
men help her with it. When it was attached, she looked just like a boy in
front. A big ersatz penis stuck up from between her legs. It arched out in
front of her. But the fake cock did not come with any balls. She looked
like a neutered guy. That didn�t lessen the length of the dick she was
sporting, though. It was a full 12 inches, just like the penises of Frank
and Jim!
�I�ll start the CD now,� Veronica said. �I�ll punch in a time so it
will stop after a certain point, without me having to stop it myself.�
�So you�ll know how many seconds there are before it�s going to
stop,� Jim said. �That�s no fair!� He stood with his hips thrust out,
showing his cock like a prize summer sausage.
�Dear,� Veronica said. �There�s no other choice. The game should
really be played with more people. Would you gentlemen like to stop
everything, put on pants, and go out for the evening? Perhaps we could
find another guy to play with us.�
�No. That�s okay,� Frank said. He looked at Jim. �She�s a girl,
anyway. She needs the edge.�
�Right,� Jim said. He looked at Veronica and said, �I hope you
realize that if you lose a round, your ass has to get spanked. Don�t tell
Frank and me that we�re the only ones who suffer when we lose.�
�We�ll all get spanked, whichever one of us loses a round,� Veronica
agreed. She wiggled her ass. �But just one spank. It�s bad enough I�m
going to get pregnant. I don�t want to have to eat my breakfast standing
up tomorrow. Or lunch or dinner.� The men grinned lasciviously.
�What if we cum?� Frank asked Veronica. His voice was sober.
�That you mustn�t do,� Veronica said. �You�re both grown boys. Try
to control yourselves. Promise me, okay, guys? I want to keep you both
sexually ready until morning. The game�s designed to tease, that�s all.�
�We�ll do our best,� Jim said. He grinned.
�Yes, please do,� Veronica said. �Please, guys,� she implored them.
�I�m sure Rebecca and Chloe don�t want a face-full of sperm. Not this
early in the evening. Look how nice their makeup is! And their hair! Let�s
keep them nice and fresh for our other games, okay? Now, I�m going to
start the CD. Each of us, including me with my fake prick, with stuff
ourselves into the girls. Try not to make them gag. Especially little
Chloe. After you�ve presented your dick to them, move to the other girl.
Give her a suck. Then switch back to the first girl. But with three of us
playing, there will always be an �odd man out.� That�s the one who gets
spanked when the music stops. Ready?
�Ready,� Jim said.
�Ready,� Frank said.
�I�m no� weady!� I blurted. They all looked at me.
�You�re just the mouth,� Veronica laughed. �I�m sorry if you�re not
ready, but you�ve no choice, dear. Do your best to receive what is offered
to you.� She looked at Frank and Jim. �And remember men. No accidents!�
The vise pressed tight against my cheeks. I sucked at the air with
my O-shaped mouth. Homemade pads were wrapped around each prong of
the vise. They were soft, hand-sized towels. They kept the metal of the
carpenter�s vise from rubbing against my skin. The towels pressed in on
my cheeks. They kept my mouth forced open. It was the same for my aunt.
Veronica regarded us, then went to the wet bar and returned with a can of
RediWip.
�I�m going to up the ante a little bit, by squirting whipped cream
into each of your mouths,� Veronica told my aunt and me. She had no need
to say �open wide.� We already were. Our tongues lolled on our lower lips.
SQUIRT!
Veronica gave me a squirt first.
�Oooh! Ith colth!� I said. The RediWip chilled my tongue. I tried to
withdraw my tongue into my mouth to warm it. When I did, Veronica
followed my tongue in and filled the whole inside of my mouth with cream.
Then she did the same to my aunt.
�Oooooh!� I heard Rebecca sigh.
�If you girls need your mouths warmed, there�s two men here, each
of whom has a warm poker he�d love to put into you,� Veronica laughed.
She looked at the two men. �Gentlemen, shall we begin?�
�My engine�s started,� Jeff said.
�Mine too,� Frank agreed.
�Don�t get too revved up, gentlemen. We�ll still need both of you full
and hard for our next game, and our game after that,� Veronica warned.
The men nodded, dumbly. I hoped they kept their promise. I was
practically gagging already on the cream Veronica had forced into my
mouth. I didn�t need any more!
�Wild thing� began playing on the CD. The men were delighted. They
began prancing around in front of us. Then Jim excitedly thrust his cock
into my aunt�s mouth. Frank put his thing to my lips.
�Oook!�
�Ooop!�
My aunt and I were stuffed, filled with the men�s long stems of
cock-flesh. We tried not to gag. My cheeks, caught in the vise, were
completely stuffed. I tasted saltiness, mixed with the sweetness of the
cream.
Veronica watched, the fake cock tied to her waist hanging off the
lowest part of her belly. Her eyes were proud.
�Work your dicks back and forth,� Veronica told the men. �Quick,
even thrusts. One, two, three!� She clapped her hands. �Now pull them
out, men! Let me have a turn!� She walked forward. Her big fake prick
danced lewdly in the air. She presented it to my mouth. �Suck,� Veronica
told me. I did. I hated it, but I did. Jim gyrated his hips, for he had been
butted aside by Frank, moving from me to my aunt. He had nowhere to put
his big penis.
�I gotta unnnh! cum!� Jim groaned. He thrust at the air with his
hardened cock. It gleamed with whipped cream from my aunt�s mouth. I
wondered if she was now tasting some of the cream which had been
squirted into my mouth? Yes, she must be. �Hurry up!� Jim said.
The music continued. Frank pulled out of my aunt. Veronica took her
penis, slathered with cream from my mouth, and presented it to my aunt�s
lips. Rebecca took it as gracefully as she could. Jim, meanwhile,
delighted to finally have someplace to put his cock again, stabbed it at my
face. I accepted it, gagged a bit, then found his pee hole with my tongue
and swirled my tongue around it.
�Yes!� Jim gasped. �Do that again!� I did. He jerked his hips. He
fought to control his desire to spend. �Ahh. That�s so delicious,� Jim
said.
�Ooogh!� was all I could say in reply.
A sudden flush filled me. For a moment I swooned, and seemed to
pass out. In the distance I thought I heard someone say �Page.� Did I hear
it, or imagine it? But who was Page? Then, like a Tamagotchi being
suddenly brought back to life, I was me again, and testing my bonds, and
finding them tight about my wrists.
The music stopped.
�Frank!� Veronica cried. With her fake penis still presented to my
aunt�s lips, she turned her head. She grinned at him. She gave a thrust of
the fake cock hanging off her belly, lodging it deep in my aunt�s mouth. My
aunt made a choking sound. Frank looked with crazed, dilated eyes at the
spectacle of a girl offering a well-hung dildo to my aunt�s lips, while
Frank himself had noplace to put his own erection. Frank�s cock throbbed
with need. He grabbed his balls suddenly and yanked them down, a
technique I�ve since learned is used to prevent ejaculation.
�Do you need to do something, Frank?� Veronica taunted. She made
my aunt, still emitting a strange sound from her throat, take ever deeper
thrusts of the fake cock strapped to her belly. Slowly, with Frank
watching, Veronica then withdrew the big penis. My aunt gasped, relieved.
Her saliva sparkled on almost the entire length of the big thing. Jim,
meanwhile, kept his own member in me. I sucked it submissively, and
tightly, hoping to keep him from pushing in hard like Veronica had done to
my aunt.
�Oh! I could hardly breathe,� my aunt moaned. She took several deep
breaths as Veronica withdrew completely and pranced away. Our hostess,
the big cock still dangling off her belly, bent and picked up her riding crop.
�A swat for you,� dear Frank. �Turn around, please,� Veronica said.
I heard my aunt breathing beside me. They were full, long-drawn breaths,
like someone might take after almost drowning. Jim reluctantly pulled
out of me and turned to see his comrade get whacked on the bottom.
Veronica made Frank bend over and clasp his ankles. He protested,
but all was heady and wild now, with both men sporting dire erections and
my own aunt even taking penises down her throat without so much as a
complaint uttered afterward. I glanced at her, not able to move my chin
but trying as best I could to see her out of the corner of my right eye. She
continued taking long breaths but seemed more absorbed with the fate of
Frank�s bottom now, than with the possibility that she might be
suffocated by a cock in the next segment of our game. As for myself, I
was deeply worried someone might go too far with me. But I didn�t want
to seem babyish, so I said nothing.
THWACK! Veronica�s crop thudded sharply into Frank�s behind. He
gave a low, growling wail. Veronica instructed him to stand upright.
�Your punishment is over, for the moment,� Veronica said happily.
She reached out and traced the mark she�d left on Frank�s ass with her
finger. �You have a hairy butt,� she told Frank.
�Enough. Let�s continue,� Frank groaned. He reached back, pushed
Veronica�s hand away and rubbed his behind with his palms. His cock, now
that he was standing straight again, bobbed thickly before my eyes. I
longed for it. I waggled my hips and wished Veronica would start the
music again. If my aunt could deep-throat Veronica�s thing, I told myself I
could do the same. But with Frank. His banana-like cock was both a
challenge to me, and an invitation. I would show my auntie that I could
take a guy�s prong all the way!
�Gentlemen, I want you both to relax,� Veronica said. She gazed at
the men�s wickedly stiff penises. �You are both going to learn to control
your desire to spend,� she said. �You�re going to learn to enjoy the feeling
of frustration, and you�re going to learn to ride it.� She waved her crop,
as if to enforce her role as domme over them. �Sit down, gentlemen,�
Veronica instructed. �Both of you take a seat on the couch. I�m going to
prepare you both a big strawberry slushy, full of protein, because in
addition to including a whole banana I�m also going to mix in an egg. That
will increase your sperm count further, giving you even more vigor in your
balls.�
�I don�t need any more vigor in my balls,� Jim moaned. He made a
thrusting motion with his hips, offering his big cock to the air, to our
eyes. I felt myself wetten between my legs, watching it.
Veronica rubbed her belly. It was soft. Her navel dimpled its center.
Its bare, flat surface was an invitation: �fill me up. I�m an empty womb
waiting to be used.� Veronica licked her lips.
�Gentlemen, since we�ll be praying that you don�t ejaculate until the
party�s over, there�s a little something you�ll both be doing a lot of in the
meantime, to keep us girls amused,� Veronica told the two men.
�What�s that?� Frank asked. He stood with his hips thrust forward,
as Veronica wished, his cock displayed and his hands protectively covering
his behind. Jim, having yet to taste the crop, stood merely with his hips
pushed forward, letting his genitals protrude but with his hands dangling
impatiently by his thighs.
�You�re both going to do a lot of peeing,� Veronica told our two
gentlemen. �That�s why I�m going to spend the next few minutes at the
wet bar, preparing big drinks for you. Then, while you both drink and fill
your bladders, I�m going to attend to our ladyfriends here, Rebecca and
Chloe.�
�What are you going to do to them?� Frank asked, turning his gaze to
myself and Rebecca. Perhaps he wished to see us both cropped, as he�d
been.
�I�m going to cool down their hot little pussies by rubbing ice
between their legs,� Veronica said. �They mustn�t get too overheated too
soon. We want their maximum energy saved for the end of the evening,
when their wombs are to be impregnated. As well as my own,� Veronica
said.
�Of course,� Frank groaned. He seemed resigned, suddenly, to the
fact that this was, indeed, going to be a real sex party, and nothing was
going to happen quickly. It wasn�t going to just be some boy-oriented gang
bang. We girls were going to be thought of every moment, and our need for
teasing satisfied. I wiggled in my bonds and felt my bosoms swing
beneath me. Yes. I liked teasing. I watched with avid eyes as Frank
retreated to the sofa and sat down. He winced as his bottom came into
contact with the rich cloth. Veronica had given him quite a stinger on his
buns. I felt a thrill that he might get more of them-- imagine, a man with
his tight little buns all wealed, unable to sit for perhaps two whole days,
forced to take all his meals standing up, with his cock dangling over the
dining table! The very thought of a male being put in that condition made
my knees tremble. I felt a desire to do the job myself, whipping a man
repeatedly until he was totally red all over his bottom. I would wear
black, sexy leather, and a smart cap. I would make his big body obey
whatever whims or desires coursed through me. And I would do it all
before even entering into the eighth grade!
Veronica mixed the men�s drinks. They sat forlornly on the couch.
They gazed at each other�s erections, comparing thickness, length, finding
themselves almost equal in size. They tried talking about sports; it didn�t
help.
�Keep your butts well forward on the couch, your legs spread, your
cocks offered to my eyes,� Veronica called to both men from behind the
wet bar.
�I feel like some kind of a gigolo,� Jim moaned. I watched as both
his own penis and Frank�s, each in a state of raw excitement, emitted
drooling gobs of pre-cum. The clear fluid burbled out of the top of each
man�s sky-pointing penis and ran down his shaft. The product accumulated
in the hair decorating his balls. Neither man could stop the flow. And,
deliciously, a misplaced touch or perhaps even a sexy word might cause
either man to jet forth the full load of his sperm.
�Mmmmm,� I heard my auntie say beside me. She was, I guessed,
staring at the same spectacle I was.
�They look like the two World Trade Towers in New York,� I said
through vise-compressed cheeks to my aunt.
�Yes,� Rebecca answered. �I hope they don�t blow... up!�
Veronica, mixing the men�s drinks, heard us and laughed.
While both men drank what Veronica had prepared for them, she
herself took two big ice cubes and stood behind myself and my aunt. She
pushed the cubes right up between our legs, frankly, and massaged our
exposed cunts. We were both moist, myself and my aunt. We watered the
cubes with our excitement even as they lubed and wettened us. I gasped at
the chill, as did my aunt.
�Ooooh! They�re so cold!� I cried. The vise holding my chin distorted
my speech. Veronica laughed and pressed the cube up harder into me and
my aunt.
�You will both take much more than just ice cubes in your cunnies
before this night is through!� Veronica said. She pressed both ice cubes
against our proffered figs until the heat from our bodies melted them
completely. In the end, only her wet fingers remained, diddling in our
slits.
�I�m finished,� Frank announced. He set down his glass on the coffee
table in front of the couch.
�Good. Come here,� Veronica said. �I want you to take a moment to
milk our two fine cows.�
�What?� Frank asked.
�You�re to be a milk maid, Frank,� Veronica laughed. �Come over
here. I�ll get a nice soft cushion for your ass to sit on. Plop it down
underneath these two girls and suck and fondle their bosoms. How
sweetly they dangle down, their nipples all perky and full of desire! Milk
them, Frank! Apply your rough hands to them and work the tit flesh until
both girls swoon with a desire to espress milk from their bosoms. They
don�t have any yet; but your seed, pumped into them later this evening,
will reap a reward in their tits in a few months. Then perhaps we�ll meet
again, and you can milk their pregnant bodies and find a real reward
flowing from their tits into your mouth.�
Frank was under myself and my aunt in no time. He grasped our
bosoms and yanked on them like we were real cows. My aunt shrieked. He
was rough in handling us. I myself let out a protesting scream. Yet
Veronica kept her moistened fingers buried up in our cunts. She pleasured
us there as Frank tugged on our tits like some starving man desperate for
a meal. We gave what we could offer, filling his mouth and his grasping
hands with our bosom flesh. But we were not yet with child. We could
only offer the touch of our softness, the aroused points of our tits. We
could not fill his belly with milk, as he wished.
Jim, meanwhile, rose and presented himself to me and my aunt.
Veronica did not protest as he stabbed himself into our mouths, each in
turn, and urged us to find nourishment ourselves from the long staff of his
cock. We sucked him, hard. We longed for food from his penis and balls
with the same randy relish that Frank sought nourishment from our tits.
Veronica, meanwhile, kept on rubbing my aunt and me between our legs.
�Yes, dears, enjoy it,� Veronica said to myself and Rebecca. My aunt
shouted as she broke through to an orgasm. I followed quickly after. We
panted. Veronica removed her fingers and our passion subsided. Jim
withdrew his cock. He was still hard; somehow he�d avoided cumming.
Frank was called forth. He scrambled up from under my aunt and I,
eagerness showing in his eyes. My tits hurt, but I didn�t complain. The
�musical cocks� game was to begin anew. Veronica went to the wet bar
and fetched a new treat for my aunt and I to put in our mouths.
This time it was yogurt. From the wet bar, Veronica called to me
and my aunt and asked us which flavors we liked.
�What flabors to youu have?� I asked between vise-clenched cheeks.
�Vanilla, coconut, lime, lemon, cherry...� Veronica called out. I
chose cherry. My aunt chose coconut.
Kneeling before each of us, Veronica spooned the yogurt into our
mouths. She told myself and my aunt not to swallow. We were to hold it
there, for the men to glory in with their cocks. When my mouth and
Rebecca�s were quite full, Veronica started the CD again. �Wild Thing�
began playing. It was now in the middle of the song.
Prancing, dancing, loving the feel of their hardened cocks and the
freedom both of them had been given, Frank and Jim swayed their hips in
time to the music. Jim poked me in my mouth with his cock. He shouted
at the feel of the refrigerated yogurt upon his glans. Frank gloried in my
aunt�s O-shaped lips. Both men tried to make us take as much as
themselves as possible. I coughed. Rebecca mewled out a protest.
Suddenly, the music stopped.
�Huh? Oh, dear! I meant to punch in a bigger number!� Veronica
cried. She was standing by the CD player, bare bottomed, with the ersatz
cock still hanging off her lower belly. Frank let out a whoop and pulled
himself from my aunt�s mouth.
�Your turn to get your ass whacked!� Frank said gleefully.
�No, I�m not included in that part!� Veronica said. But Frank picked
up the riding crop and ordered her to bend.
It was a severe stroke, delivered with all the lusty vigor a man of
Frank�s strength could give. Veronica broke into tears. She rushed from
the room and down the hall into her bedroom. Frank followed. When they
returned he said he�d found her standing in front of her bedroom mirror,
examining the weal he�d given her.
�It hurts,� Veronica told Frank. Tears still brimmed in her eyes. But
she was holding his hand. They turned, gazed into each other�s eyes, and
kissed.
�I know it does,� Frank answered.
Yet another new food awaited my aunt and I, for the game�s next
round. Veronica drew a bag of frozen blueberries from the refrigerator at
the wet bar. She popped the berries into my mouth. Then she put a handful
into my aunt�s mouth. She told us to hold the berries in our mouths. We
did. The game started anew. The men shoved their dicks into the
blueberries my aunt and I were holding in our mouths.
�Oook! I swawwowed a booberry!� I protested, as Jim�s jabbing cock
sent one down my throat. It felt cold. I shivered. Frank laughed and tried
to force a blueberry down my aunt�s throat. She opened her lips wider. As
his cock thrust into her, she let the blueberries pop from her mouth and
fall onto the floor. I didn�t blame her. Neither did Veronica, who only
laughed. To protect myself from swallowing any more blueberries I let
the ones in my own mouth pop out.
�Oh, well, if the men are going to be inconsiderate, then never mind
the blueberries. I don�t want either of you gagging on them,� Veronica
said. She put her fake penis to my lips as the men moved, in time to the
music, around us.
Frank thought up a new development. It was his own invention.
Instead of stepping back, waiting by our heads while Jim and Veronica
plugged us with their cocks, he went to our tails. Rebecca let out a shout
as Frank stuck his dick up her cunt. He reamed her pussy while Jim, at her
head, shoved his penis into her mouth. Veronica fucked me with the fake
dick slung to the front of her belly.
�Oh! You are not supposed to go *behind* the girls!� Veronica
shouted.
�I�ll be damned if I wait around for you and Jim,� Frank answered.
�My turn, then!� Jim said. He broke contact with my aunt�s mouth
and dashed back to her rear-end. Frank reluctantly, in time to the pulse of
the music, pulled out of my aunt�s twat and made way for Jim. As his
friend impaled my aunt, Jim impaled me. Veronica moved from my mouth
to my aunt�s with her big pretend penis.
�Oh! Ooooooh!� I gasped as Frank lodged himself deep in my cunt.
Was the party to end now? I hadn�t taken any birth control this evening.
One spurt from Frank and I�d be a mommie. Beside me, my aunt shouted in
an impassioned voice that the men were being too eager, they were to
wait! But the strength of her protest was mitigated by the moans of
pleasure she emitted between her words. Jim slid his thing up and down
in the tight clasp of her gripping cunt. He panted. He sounded like a dog in
heat as, indeed, did Frank. They seemed to be in a race now to see which
of them could sperm us first.
All of a sudden the music stopped.
�Oh, dear. You�ll both need to get your asses whacked! Neither of
you is in a girl�s mouth, where you belong,� Veronica said. Her own fake
penis jabbed at my aunt�s lips as she spoke. Though she could feel nothing
along the big shaft, Veronica seemed disappointed that she had to desist
in feeding the long thing to my aunt.
The two men gave a groan. With manly reserve, they both slid out of
my aunt and myself. They walked forward.
The swats, when they were delivered, made both men howl with pain.
I watched with fascinated eyes the wobbling of their stiff dicks between
their legs. Their balls bounced jauntily.
�There!� Veronica said. �That will teach you both not to fuck our
guests without my explicit permission. Which I now give, since it let me
spank both of you,� Veronica said.
�Thanks,� Jim groaned. He let go of his ankles and stood upright.
His hands flew to his ass.
�Your first weal of the evening, Jim. You should be proud,� Veronica
teased. �Take away your hands and let me see it.�
�Unh, you don�t have to be quite so hard,� Jim said, obeying. He
lifted his palms and showed Veronica his twin buns.
�Mmmmm, right there.� Veronica said, satisfied. She drew her
finger along the weal she�d made on Jim�s butt. He shouted and winced.
�Just don�t hit my balls with that thing,� Jim said. He glanced back
over his broad shoulders at the crop Veronica was holding.
�Of course not, Jim. I�m not wicked,� Veronica said. She bent and
kissed his behind. Jim groaned at the touch of her lips. She ran her tongue
along the entire length of his newly-imprinted weal.
�How lovely,� I heard my aunt breathe.
�Would you girls each like a weal, so you can have your bottoms
licked too?� Veronica asked us.
�Yes,� my aunt said, softly.
�Not me,� I squeaked.
Veronica stalked around behind us. She laughed. I felt my
bottomcheeks tighten.
�Yeeeeoowwwch!� I heard my aunt suddenly scream. The men
applauded. Veronica moved behind me.
�Pwease don�t!� I blathered through vise-compressed cheeks. I felt
something touch my behind. I jerked. I thought it was the crop. A scream,
set to rise in my throat, stopped. I moved my ass lasciviously, wishing I
could hide it somewhere, but quite unable to.
Jim, seeing tears spring to my aunt�s eyes, fetched a kleenex and
daubed her tears. Frank found a squirt tube of lotion. After spreading
some on his own ass, he went behind my aunt and squirted some out on her
crop-heated skin.
�I could use some of that too,� Jim said.
�I�ll rub your hairy ass after I take care of hers,� Frank laughed.
�And mine, please,� Veronica said.
�Okay,� Frank answered.
Veronica bent and kissed my bare fanny. She ran a finger up between
the cheeks of my ass and centered it on my tail bone.
�Chloe, you�re the only one who still has an unmarked bottom,�
Veronica said in a voice that was deep, soft and delicate with emotion.
She cupped one of my ass cheeks and squeezed it. �Where shall I put it?
High, or low, or right in the middle?� she asked.
�I don� want to be spanked!� I protested.
�But you must, Chloe,� Veronica answered. She stroked my proffered
ass, relishing my helplessness. �Perhaps on the underside, hmmm? Where
the skin is softest and most sensitive?�
�No!� I bleated.
�Poor little Chloe, a crop�s sting is nothing compared to birthing a
baby. Did you know that?� Veronica asked.
�I knoooo,� I breathed, changing �know� to �no� in hopes of avoiding
the wicked instrument.
Jim brought me a drink. He had placed a bendy straw in it and he
offered the straw to my lips. I could not resist it, any more than I could
resist the crop Veronica was threatening me with. He inserted it and
ordered me to drink.
�I want to see you pee on the floor,� Jim whispered to me.
�Jim!� Veronica, overhearing, answered. �I don�t want the girls
peeing on my floor!�
�Put something underneath them, then,� Jim said. �I can�t resist the
thought of the two of them forced to bend over like this, their mouths
offered to my dick, and Frank�s, while they pee on the floor.�
�How is your bladder coming along, Jim?� Veronica, still palming
and stroking my bottom, asked the young man. �Do you feel a need to pee
yet?�
�Of course,� Jim said. �That�s what inspired me to have Chloe here
fill her belly.� I sipped on the drink as he held it to my lips, sucking on
the straw. We were so lewd! Yet I was utterly helpless. I could resist
neither him, nor Veronica�s crop, nor the tugging of Frank�s hands when he
had earlier been �milking� me like a cow.
�Chloe, you will have your stripe just like the rest of us,� Veronica
told me. �Right here on your bottom.� She pushed her finger into the fat
in the underside of my right bottom cheek.
�Noook!� I said over the straw forced between my lips.
�We must all pay a penalty for being so naughty, Chloe,� Veronica
told me. �Frank will soothe your bottom afterwards, just as soon as he�s
done with Rebecca and Jim and me.� She massaged my cheeks, loving their
silky feel, loving the thought of imprinting them with the crop.
�Oh, pwease!� I begged again. The longer she made me wait, the
more I feared the crop�s kiss. I tried to dislodge the straw from my lips
that Jim was forcing upon me. He laughed, made me keep it in my mouth.
He warned me, pressing at my mouth with his finger to center the straw in
my lips, that he himself would crop me if I didn�t suck down all of the
drink he was offering me.
THWACK!
The crop suddenly bit into my bottom. My hips jerked. My fanny
cheeks contracted, hard, then spread open as if in offering, then hunched in
on themselves again. My tits shook upon my chest.
�OoooooHooooo!� I shouted over the straw forced between my lips.
�Such a darling little bottom,� Veronica said, behind me. �There.
You have your mark now, just like the rest of us. Be a good girl and do as
you�re told or I�ll see you�re given another. By one of our strong-armed
men!�
My bottom burned. I sobbed. Jim put a handkerchief to my eyes and
daubed them. The handkerchief was moist from my aunt�s tears. It was
the same one he�d used on her. I wobbled in my bent-over stance, but could
not kneel. I tried rising but my tied hands and vise-pressed cheeks
prevented me. I was captive, punished, and held. I was remorseful but
nobody much noticed or cared. They wished to use me, that was all. I was
a bottom, a mouth. Breasts. I was not me anymore, except to the extent
that I could plead or protest. I was flesh, to be marked or filled up or
made to pee.
Frank finished consoling my aunt�s bottom with lotion and moved to
my own. He rubbed my ass with his strong hands. He enjoyed kneading my
soft, rounded spheres in his hands. Jim, meanwhile, drying my tears, made
me finish my drink. Veronica chose a new song for the next stage of our
game.
When our next tune was played, my aunt and I had baby food in our
mouths. How strange it was to be plunged into by the men�s penises while
having a mouth filled with food for infants! The music stopped,
eventually. Frank was rodding me in my cunt when it did and he had to get
a new mark placed on his fanny.
Then we began again, this time with my aunt and I chewing on Gummi
Bears. Jim lost that time. Veronica awarded his butt a slap from her
crop.
Next, the game proceeded with my aunt and I chewing on M and M�s.
The sharp candy shells around each M and M were broken open by my teeth
and my aunt�s. They created a new sensation for the men�s penises. Frank
and Jim relished the feel of the broken shells scraping along their dicks.
The soft chocolate center of each M and M slicked their way. Each time
they pulled back from us, the chocolate left long trails of brown on their
cocks.
�We must do them in their bottoms,� Frank said to Jim.
�Yes,� Jim answered.
�Not yet, gentlemen,� Veronica said. �I�m not letting you two push
yourselves that far. You�d cum for sure in their tight little asses.�
�And thank God for it,� Frank said, as the music suddenly stopped.
�You�re odd man out again,� Jim said to Veronica.
�I hate being struck with the crop,� Veronica said.
With languid grace the hours proceeded. My aunt and I had bowls
placed between our legs. They were made of fine china. Veronica took a
feather and tickled us between our legs with it, urging us to pee. We did.
First me, then my aunt. The men watched. Delight showed in their eyes.
When we were finished, the last drops having fallen from our cunts,
Veronica wiped us. Then she made the men sniff the pee-stained kleenex
she�d used.
�Ah,� Jim said, inhaling. �God, I want to cum.�
�Stop thinking about your dick and enjoy the moment,� Veronica
scolded him. She pinched the taut flesh of his member. He winced.
�Let me sniff their pee,� Frank said. Veronica passed the kleenex to
him. She�d used the same one on both myself and my aunt. Nothing was
private here, not even the kleenex we were wiped with. �Yeah, smells
good,� Frank said.
�It smells great!� Jim said. �It makes me want to pee too. Can we,
like, force them to drink our pee?� Jim asked Veronica. The woman
laughed.
�No, gentlemen. Let�s not be that obscene. And what a mess it
would make, hmmm? I�m going to let both girls up now. You gentlemen
are going to entertain us next.�
And so they did. A rubber mat was spread out on the floor. Each man
were given a bottle of baby oil. Veronica told them to squirt the mat until
it was nice and slick. Then, each man was given a pillow. He was made to
kneel on the mat, facing his comrade. At the word �go,� Veronica made
Frank and Jim engage in a pillow fight. We girls sat on the couch,
watching. We howled with glee as the two men slid around on the mat,
whacking at each other with their pillows. The whole time their cocks,
still unspent, stuck out obscenely in front of them. The men slammed each
other�s heads with the pillows and, frequently, aimed at each other�s
dicks. When they weren�t trying to knock each other senseless, they were
trying to knock the other guy�s penis off. Or at least to cause him to spurt
his load uselessly onto the mat.
�Boys, don�t be too hard on each other!� Veronica warned. She
promised to whack their butts with her crop if they didn�t obey. But boys
will be boys, and ours were no exception. They roughed each other up until
Veronica was certain the next thudding pillow to crash into either man�s
groin would make him spend himself. �Tsk! They�re going to make the mat
even greasier than it already is,� Veronica said. She stood up. �That�s
enough, boys!� she cried. She swatted Frank across his shoulders. She hit
Jim on the back of his neck.
�Hey!�
�Hey!� the two men cried.
�Now put down your pillows,� Veronica said. �Draw close to each
other. I want you to make up to each other by peeing on each other�s
dicks.�
�What?� Frank asked.
�That�s sick!� Jim said.
�I said that Chloe and Rebecca had amused you, and now you two
were going to reciprocate,� Veronica said.
�Yes!� I shouted, from the couch. I looked at my aunt. She had
gleeful eyes.
�Pee!� my aunt agreed.
So the two men reluctantly presented their penises to each other and
agreed to wet each other down. They stared at their opposite number�s
cock. Neither, for a moment, could start. Then, suddenly, with an
inspiring whack on his bottom from Veronica�s crop, Jim began peeing on
Frank. His piss hit Frank�s dick, ran down the uplifted shaft, and wet
Frank�s pubic hair. Frank shouted and offered a tribute of his own. It hit
Jim square in the belly.
�Piss!� my aunt shouted.
�Pee!� I cried. We clapped our hands together as we watched,
delighted by the men�s compliance, by the spectacle they presented. They
wet each other�s loins until each had emptied his bladder.
�Very good,� Veronica said. �Now please step out onto the carpet
and I�ll bathe your genitals for you so you both can be nice and clean
again.� She did, on her hands and knees, wiping each man down with a
washcloth placed in her mouth. Twice she rose up and went to the wet
bar�s sink and rinsed the cloth under the tap. The men volunteered to clean
themselves but Veronica refused. It was her job, she said. She left both
men quite clean when she was done, ready for more sex play.
When the clock showed 5 a.m., Veronica said it was time for all
three of us girls to let the men make us pregnant. We retreated to her
bedroom. We knelt up on her bed and presented ourselves to the men, in
classic style, on our knees with our bottoms lifted high. We spread our
legs to let the men penetrate our cunts all the way to our wombs. The
men, frazzled with lust, mounted us with near disbelief. Were they finally
being allowed to spurt? They could barely believe they�d gone the whole
night without coming. Yet, somehow, under Veronica�s tutelage, they had.
Now it was time for them to actually relieve themselves. With shocked
delight they plunged into our cunts. Veronica had them do me and my aunt
first. She would wait, she said, for she had made the men wait, and it was
only fair. I think she liked seeing other girls having it done to them.
�Oh! Auntie! I�m going to be a mommie!� I cried to Rebecca.
�Yes! Me too!� Rebecca sighed.
Mounted and penetrated, we bucked against the men as waves of
bliss overcame us.
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