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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SUMMER OF SIN
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Chapter Five
Rebecca�s dress was finally untied completely and Helene drew it
off her as if unwrapping a package. My aunt�s bottom quivered appealingly
as the dress was removed. Helene�s small, perfectly manicured hands
were printed in red all over Rebecca�s bottom, though the marks of the
spanking had subsided a little now and were slowly turning to pink. I had
been a hard spanking. I marvelled at how the delicate Helene, with her
white skin and coifed red hair, could have delivered such a hard smacking
with just her bare hand. She could be quite a fierce woman, I guessed, if
she wished to be, and the thought made me tremble all the more.
Rebecca gave a toss of her long brown hair. She was nude now, as if
for her bath. Yet there was no water down here, in the basement, that I
could see. Just whips, chains; implements and furniture designed solely
for the purpose of producing pain. And on the most sensitive parts of the
body.
Sheepishly Rebecca placed her hands over her pussy. Her nude figure
presented a ravishing image, especially as she still had on her high heels.
Just above each shoe, wrapped around her ankle, was a slim leather ankle
restraint. We�d both fetchingly donned them before leaving our house.
We�d thought just to tease, yet our suggestion of being restrained had been
taken seriously by Helene, at least, and now I was bound fast to a bench
and Rebecca looked soon to be bound herself.
�Ah, it is a little late for modesty, don�t you think, Rebecca?�
Helene asked. She put her hands down between Rebecca�s legs and slowly
pried her fingers away from her dell.
�I�m-- I�m nervous,� Rebecca admitted. Helene slipped a hard finger
between the girl�s legs and slowly massaged her slit. Rebecca watched,
her hands stroking her own thighs along their outside flanks.
�Of course you are,� Helene said. �You know how painful such a visit
to a place like this can be, don�t you?�
�Y-Yes,� Rebecca said frankly. One of her hands slipped back behind
her and rubbed her fanny. �It already is,� she confessed.
�Ah, that was such a little warm up,� Helene smiled. �The real
work, the real effort, is yet to begin. Isn�t that right, Johnnie?� Helene
asked. My bow-tied friend lifted his head.
�Yes,� Johnnie agreed. He was entertaining himself by running his
fingers absently through my hair, watching as I worked my hips and bulged
the cheeks of my bottom, trying to fend off my need to pee. His cock, long
and hard and in need of a place to lodge, jutted rudely into the hair of my
head, leaving droplets of precum in it, gleaming like pearls.
�Oh, please let me cum!� Rebecca gasped, as Helene pressed more
vigorously and deliberately with her finger between my aunt�s legs.
�No, dear... have I drawn you that close to bliss again?� Helene asked.
My aunt bit her lip and nodded. �Thank you for warning me, dear,� Helene
said. �You will be punished a little less because of it. But I must warn
you that anything can happen down here, anything. Girls have been
tattooed, branded, pierced... and in the most indiscreet of places, down
here. It will be up to you to tell me when to stop, do you understand? Do
you remember the code word I told you upstairs?� Rebecca, still biting
her lip, nodded again. Her long hair bounced delicately over the bare, tear-
stained cheeks of her face. Her back stiffened, the tail of her lovely mane
swishing across it. Her hair seemed now like a garment, offering her a
little protection from the room�s painful devices. But it only covered her
head and her frail shoulders and the upper part of her back, leaving all else
nude and exposed. Her fleecy pubic hair did nothing but accentuate the
state of her nakedness.
�What�s my code word?� I yelled, tugging at my bonds. I wished to
use it at once. I had to pee quite badly and had no intention of doing it in
public.
�You are a newbie, dear,� Helene said, turning to me. �You don�t have
a code word. You�re under my care, and I will see to it that only so much
happens to you as a newbie deserves.�
�Oh, but I--� I began, only to find my pleading mouth suddenly filled
with Johnnie�s bulgingly hard cockhead.
�Thank you, darling,� Helene said to Johnnie. �How convenient your
thing is for gagging recalcitrant girls.�
�Uhn, yeah,� Johnnie said. His member made my cheeks bulge. It
was so big! I tried to bite it. But I knew I would be in very deep trouble,
even with Rebecca, if I bit it. So I bathed the intruder with my tongue. I
tried to tickle him into spurting. �God,� Johnnie grunted. An emission of
precum oozed into my mouth. I shrieked. Feeling that stuff coming out of
his penis, directly into my mouth, made me feel like a human toilet. I
wrenched my head back. Johnnie thrust his hips forward to keep me from
breaking our contact. �Relax,� Johnnie told me. �Girls have sucked cock
for millions of years. Don�t try to be different. Accept what I give you
and try not to play too much with your tongue over it, or we�ll both be
unhappy, me with spent testicles and you with a mouthful of tiny, white
wiggling sperm.�
�Ack!� I cried. The way he said it... it was true! Sperm were alive.
They were like tiny fish. The thought of all those live little sperm being
jetted into my mouth made me go easy on his penis. I let it lay on my
tongue. I felt it throb with his pulse. He had a big organ, and I had the
head of it in me, and he was willing, I knew, to shove a lot more of it in
me if I didn�t behave. I tried to lie still over the pillows.
�Now that we have you undressed, dear, it�s time to dress you again,
in sex things,� Helene said to Rebecca. �Come, let�s see about putting
something on those perky nipples of yours. They�re such a distraction,
sticking up like they are.� I looked at my aunts� breasts. She had a
beautiful pair, white and firm and large. Atop each was a perfectly round
nipple. From within its center a stem jutted up, begging to be sucked. It
was not a baby�s mouth, or even her own, however, that Helene intended to
put upon it. She took my aunt�s hand. She led her over to a wall. Reaching
up, she took down a pair of objects. Each was shaped like a small cone.
Helene took one of the cones and placed it against the nippled tip of
Rebecca�s breast. When the cone was over the tit, and pressed hard into
it, Helene gave it a twist. My aunt shouted. Her hands, incongruously,
flew to her dell and covered it. A moment later, even as she winced at the
pain in her tit, I saw she was frigging her slit with her fingers.
�Mmmm, no my dear... I can see your hands are going to be a
problem,� Helene said to my aunt. Rebecca bit her lip and murmured
something I couldn�t hear.
�Yes, hand cuffs will be quite necessary, I�m afraid,� Helene said.
�Turn around, darling.�
My aunt, one of her tits imprisoned in a cone while the other
stemmed freely, turned her back to Helene. The redhead took hold of my
aunt�s elbows and, pulling them back, drew Rebecca�s fingers out of her
slit.
�Oh, please don�t!� Rebecca begged.
�Yes, it�s the only way,� Helene said. �You know that.�
My aunt resisted a little, finally let her arms be drawn back
completely and stood with her wrists pressed together. Helene, leaving
her like that, went along the wall, looking amongst the variety of objects
hanging upon it for a pair of cuffs. When she found them, she returned to
Rebecca, and snapped them over her hands. My aunt pulled at the cuffs and
found that her arms were bound firmly behind her. There was no escape
now, unless she wanted to run upstairs with her hands locked behind her.
What a spectacle that would be! Suddenly, as I imagined it, my aunt
dashed for the stairs. Her hair bounced over her shoulders. I twisted my
head, watching her slim, bare back, and when she turned again, stepping up
onto the stairs, the springy freedom of her breasts. One of her tits
offered its stem at the tip of her jiggling mounds, the other stemmed
within the enclosing cone. Her bottomcheeks, marked with red hand
prints, wobbled nervously above her hurrying legs. Between her legs I
knew she was wet. She wished to cum and free her nipple and free her
hands and cool her bottom, all at once, and she ran up the stairs with a
desperation in her stride. Yet around her ankles, just above her high heels,
were the ankle straps she�d fitted onto herself before coming here. I
watched them as her body and, finally, her feet disappeared up within the
stairwell.
I did not see the next part, but I can relate it, having learnt the full
story afterward: My aunt dashed to the top of the stairs. She bent over
and used her mouth to grip the handle of the basement door and open it.
She ran through Helene�s house. As she ran, there was a ringing sound,
coming from the front door. My aunt headed for the door and, reaching it,
she bent and managed to open it using her mouth. Rebecca blinked at the
flood of sunlight that came through the door as it opened. It illuminated
the darkened parlor. A man stood outside the door. He was reading the
paper, and appeared to have been standing at the door, waiting, for some
minutes.
�Ah, Rebecca!� he cried. It was a man we had met while dancing the
previous night. Rebecca, unbeknownst to me, had given the man Helene�s
address. And, also unbeknownst to me, she�d told Helene the man would be
coming. For his part, the man knew only that he was greatly fond of
Rebecca, whom he�d just met the previous night, and that, being given the
address of Helene, whom he�d never met, he was to wait at the door. �Do
not leave,� the instruction had been, whispered on the dance floor by
Rebecca. He was over 40, old enough to be her father. Perhaps my aunt
felt a certain amount of girlish glee now, as she presented her nude self
to him at the door. He gazed at her figure. She stood with her hands
awkwardly bound behind her, her sex wet, her one nipple imprisoned while
the other stood free. Her lips parted in a pretty cry and her eyes widened,
as if in disbelief.
The man, as it turned out, was not a stranger to life�s more exotic
enjoyments, and he stepped within the parlor and quietly closed the door.
He put his newspaper that he�d been reading down on a chair. He had been
carrying an umbrella, because the weatherman had spoken of a chance of
rain, and this he put in an umbrella rack standing inside the front door. He
looked at my aunt. She stood tremblingly in the center of the parlor,
seemingly at a loss as to what to do with herself. With her hands bound,
there wasn�t much she could do, save perhaps tense and untense the hot,
reddened cheeks of her naked bottom.
The man�s eyes savored the flatness of her belly, the width of her
hips, the slimness of her waist. They delved with interest between her
legs, gauging the wetness of her sex, then lifted to gaze at the curious
spectacle of her one nipple imprisoned in a tight-fitting cone, fitted to
just the tip of her breast, while her other nipple stemmed free. He did not
waste time looking at her face.
�Turn around,� the man said to Rebecca. Hoping perhaps for
assistance in freeing her hands, my aunt turned and showed the man her
back. Her bottom bulged to his eyes, her wrists pressed against its
reddened cheeks. �Bend forward,� the man instructed. Rebecca heard the
sound of a zipper behind her. Tensing her thighs, biting her lip, she leaned
forward, trying to keep her balance on her high heels.
The man opened the fly of his pants. His penis, growing rapidly with
the excitement of her nudity, was pulled free by his fingers from the
confinement of his shorts. Dressed in his suit, still wearing his jacket,
the man produced his considerable erection and advanced across the room
to where Rebecca stood leaning forward. He gripped her hips with his
hands. He prodded at the soft wet sex between her legs with the head of
his cock. Rebecca gasped. She leaned forward more, letting her breasts
hang freely beneath her, like udders on a cow, and begged in a soft whisper
for him not to hurt her.
The man laughed. �You have chosen, I�m afraid, the wrong man if you
don�t want to be hurt,� the man said. He stabbed his cockhead into her,
forcing a gush of air from her lungs and a long, high-pitched scream.
�What is going on here? Who are you?� Helene asked. She walked
into the parlor. She was wearing her long-sleeved, high collared shirt, and
her nipples could be seen, vaguely, through the silky material. They stood
erect, indenting the shirt, letting one know even if one could not see
through the material of the shirt too well that they were most definitely
there. She was holding a riding crop. As she gazed at the strange man,
with his cock presented so rudely between my aunt�s legs, Helene reached
behind herself and unzipped her miniskirt. She let it fall to the ground.
The man gazed with wonder at her trim bush, his cock meanwhile urging
itself hotly against the lips of Rebecca�s quim.
�Yes, you�re in paradise, my dear boy,� Helene smiled. �Though you
may find it�s a rather painful paradise, if you choose to stay. I�m glad you
could come,� she said.
�I had to wait by the door for fifteen minutes,� the man said. �I was
beginning to look rather foolish, standing there ringing the bell.�
�Ah, but it was worth the wait, was it not?� Helene asked. She
stepped out of her skirt, which lay in a pile around her ankles, and walked
over to the man, now wearing just her white stockings, her heels, and her
modest (in comparison to the rest of her) shirt. She tapped her open palm
with her riding crop. When she reached the man she tapped the crop to his
trousered bottom. �You look well built, for a man of your age,� Helene
said.
�Thanks,� the man answered. He jabbed his cock within the folded
lips of Rebecca�s cunt.
�Ah, ah!� Helene smiled. �A bit hasty, aren�t we?� she asked. She
slipped a hand between their joined bodies. She pressed it lightly against
the man�s groin, urging him to pull back from my aunt. She observed his
penis, its length, its hardness, as it removed itself from the warm
juncture of Rebecca�s thighs and displayed itself to her view. �My, such a
specimen,� Helene said. �I should like to see something like that on
display for quite a while. Have you ever worn a cock harness, dear boy?�
�No,� the man said.
�My friend is eager to have her womb fertilized, but we can wait at
least until tomorrow for that, can�t we?� Helene smiled up at the tall
man. �Let�s get you downstairs and see what sort of things can be fitted
around this big organ of yours. Such a pity it would be if it spent to soon!
You will have to leave when it does-- do you understand?� Helene said.
�How much will this cost?� the man asked.
Helene laughed. �You think us whores? Oh, we are not whores, sir,�
she said. �Just girls being naughty. Do you have any daughters?�
�No,� the man croaked, as Helene passed her thumb over the tip of
his penis, wiping off a droplet off precum.
�You would if you did,� Helene said. �Come downstairs with us.
There�s another gentleman there, a servant of mine, and a girl who�s been
bad. Otherwise, we�re quite alone, and a bit in need, eh?� Helene asked,
her glance darting to Rebecca. �Stand up straight, dear. You look like a
horse presenting herself in a stable. There will be time enough for that, I
assure you. Stand up and face our new guest and try to act like a girl who
knows how to behave herself in front of a man old enough to be her
father.� Helene giggled. �Sir, have you had any extramarital liaisons?
Were you free with your sperm when you were young? This could be your
daughter, you know. Did you ever meet any randy American girls, 20 years
ago?�
�Uh, one or two, but--� the man said.
�She is from America, isn�t that right, dear?� Helene asked Rebecca.
My aunt faced the man and nodded. She was still biting her lip. Her brown
hair bobbed sweetly along the sides of her face. It hung over her
shoulders, but wasn�t long enough to cover the bold outcurve of her
breasts.
�Did you fuck any girls from America two decades ago?� Helene
asked the man.
�A few,� the man stammered.
�Good,� Helene said. She stood on her tip-toes and kissed the man on
his cheek. Then she turned his head, slightly, and with an urging impress
of her lips to his ear whispered Rebecca�s code word to him.
�A code--?� the man asked.
�Yes, if she absolutely can�t stand it any more,� Helene said.
�Otherwise, since she hasn�t spoken it yet, you may do to her whatever you
wish. Fun, isn�t it?� Helene asked.
�Not if she�s my daughter,� the man said.
With slow, deliberate hands, admiring every facet of his body,
Helene urged the man out of his clothes. Everything was removed, there in
the parlor, until the man was a naked as my aunt, save that in his case he
didn�t have to display his nudity in awkward high heels, or with his hands
cuffed behind him. Helene stroked his cock with soothing hands.
�So big,� Helene said. �You�re in quite good shape for a man of 40.�
�I work out every day,� the man said offhandedly. �Been doing it
since I was 15.�
�It shows,� Helene said. She flicked a drop of precum off the tip of
his penis with her sharp-nailed finger. �And your cock? How often does it
get a workout?� Helene said.
�Often enough,� the man said. �Although,� he added, �You are one of
the finer specimens to admire it.�
�Thank you,� Helene said. �You�re a true gentleman, sir. And would
you do me one other favor?� she asked.
�What�s that?� the man said.
�When we go downstairs, when we arrive, the first thing I want you
to do is bring me off. In front of Rebecca here, and our other female
friend, Chloe. As mistress it�s my right to come as often as I please.
Think of ways you might pleasure and coax me as we go downstairs,
hmmm? A girl can come much more often than a man.� The new guest
reached a hand between her legs. Helene jumped back. �Not yet!� she
laughed. �In all things, in these sorts of games, there must be waiting.
Just think on how you will do it, until we get downstairs. Come, let me
show you my house.� She took his arm.
�I don�t really need--� the man began.
�Oh, I know you don�t,� Helene said. �A big guy like you has just one
thing on his mind, hmmm?� She glanced seductively at his cock. It
wobbled as he took a step forward, pulled by her arm, that she�d looped
through his. �But, like I said, my friend and I aren�t whores. So let�s have
a look around, hmmm? Say some nice things about my paintings, and my
vases with the flowers in them. Then we�ll go downstairs. If you�re good
I may even let you be in charge, a little later. But first you must prove
there�s a gentleman under that big, beastly body of yours.�
�There is, don�t worry...� the man said and, restraining an impulse to
just grab Helene, throw her over the nearest chair, fuck her brains out and
leave it to her to figure out whether she liked it or not, he muttered, under
his breath, �I think.�
Helene, holding on to the man�s arm, patting its big, bulging bicep
with her small, perfectly-nailed hand, looked back at Rebecca.
�You lead, darling,� Helene told my aunt. �We�ll admire your figure
as you walk.�
With flouncing steps my aunt walked past Helene and the man. He
gazed at her reddened bottom.
�How�s your ass, dear?� Helene asked my aunt in a sardonic voice.
�It hurts,� Rebecca replied.
�Yours may too,� Helene said to the man.
�God, what a bottom,� was all the man, staring at my aunt, could
utter.
Johnnie, meanwhile, continued to thrust his penis into the warm
confines of my hair. He would let my blonde mane caress his erection,
then, when he feared spilling his seed, he would pop the head of his cock in
my mouth. It was a dangerous game, for Helene would surely subject him
to intense punishment if he came. Yet, waiting for our mistress to return,
he was too stiff to simply stand about. He had to do something to pass the
time. And pleasuring his penis was what he chose. Having my wet open
mouth so available to him didn�t help him avert such a choice. Every time
he stuck his big thing in my lips, forcing my cheeks to bulge with the
thickness of it, I prayed that he would somehow retain himself, to keep
me from gagging on loads of his sperm.
Helene came down the stairs with our new guest. I craned my head
back, hearing the new male voice. Helene laughed and introduced him to
me.
�This is Chloe,� she said, pointing at me lying bottom upward over
the pillows on the bench. �You�ll enjoy thrusting into her, and spanking
her too, if you wish.�
�Helene, I have to pee!� I cried out. I had to go quite badly now, and
couldn�t restrain the working of my hips as I otherwise lay completely
bound over the pillows.
�I do too,� Rebecca confessed. Her eyes were downcast. She bit her
lip as I watched her. Yet her legs bent at the knees and splayed apart,
offering her cunt. She thrust her hips forward. Above the flatness of her
belly the jellied mounds of her breasts wobbled in naked glory, one of
their nipples restrained in the confines of a decorative cone, the other
freely risen. I guessed that if her hands weren�t cuffed behind her back,
she would have immediately slid them up between her legs and opened her
cuntlips and peed on the floor. And she would have pleasured her sex with
her fingers. As it was, she could only offer her hips to our new guest, and
to Johnnie�s haggard eyes, hoping one or both of the men would relieve her.
They did not, for Helene commanded both men with her blazing eyes.
�Johnnie,� Helene said, casually stroking Raul�s penis (I learned
later that was his name). �Johnnie, please pull the upright bench over to
where Chloe is lying. Put it so it is by her head, so that when she lies
naturally on the bench, without turning her head, her face peers directly at
the upright bench. Put it back from her just far enough so that her mouth,
however it yearns, can�t touch the penis of a man lying on the bench, and
he, being restrained, but with perhaps his hips free to move a little,
cannot nonetheless find a refuge for his organ in her mouth.�
�Yes, mistress,� Johnnie said.
�And oh, by the way, this is Raul,� Helene said. �Please come and
shake his hand first, so that you two can make each others� acquaintance.�
Johnnie strode over to our new guest. He thrust out his hand and the
man, in a spirit of camaraderie, put his own hand out to be shaken. But
Helene slashed her riding crop down between the two men�s bodies just
before they could shake. Both of them jumped back. Her crop, so expertly
wielded, had come within inches of striking their cocks.
�That is not how we �shake hands� in a love dungeon,� Helene told the
men. �Surely you boys should know that.� Helene paused, cast a smile in
Rebecca�s direction. I fear my aunt did not catch it, she was so
preoccupied with her need to pee. �Johnnie, please take hold of Raul�s
penis. Raul, you do likewise, taking hold of his. You two may be twenty
years apart in age, one of you old enough to have fathered the other, but
you both have fine big cocks, and I want you to shake them.�
Awkwardly, yet relishing the license to feel another man (for they
were both otherwise quite hetero in their feelings), Raul and Johnnie
reached out and grasped each other by the penis. It was a rough, manly
grab, each trying to show a distinct lack of affection as he seized the
other�s dick, yet being seized, in turn, with the same gruff hold. Both men
allowed themselves a brief laugh. They shook each others� cocks
vigorously. Both, likewise, experienced a rush of passion at the same
time, for whatever squeezes a man�s engorged cock is bound to cause his
seed to wish to spurt, even if the gripping is done by another man.
�Ah!�
�Ah!� Both men grunted, tensing their thighs as they strove to retain
their sperm under the indulgent grip of the other.
�I never felt a guy�s dick before,� Johnnie said, blushing.
�I almost never have,� Raul said. Johnnie�s eyes widened.
�When you�re 40, you�ve seen and done much,� Raul said. �But I�m not
gay.�
�That�s good,� Johnnie said. He looked at Raul�s hand on his cock.
�Is- is mine the best you�ve ever felt? The biggest?�
�Most certainly,� Raul assured him. �Except for my own, of course.�
�Of course,� Johnnie agreed. �And if you asked me, I�d say the
same.�
The men, with a glance at Helene and her riding crop, let go of each
other. Helene smiled. She twirled her crop in her slender fingers but
didn�t punish either man for letting go of the other. Rebecca, shunting her
hips two and fro in the cool air of the room, let out a small whimper.
�Oh, yes, you want one or both of these fine specimens up your twat,
don�t you, sweet one?� Helene asked my aunt.
�It would be nice,� my aunt replied, in a shy, lisping voice, drunk
with desire and an unrelenting need to pee. She wiggled her bare hips like
a dancer, her bound hands making her look all the more alluring.
�Oooooh! I want one too!� I gasped from across the room. I shoved
my bottom into the air, offering it, yanking my bound legs hard apart,
though I could barely move them, making what little movement I could to
give an inviting display of my ass and cunt.
�We have two fine young ladies here who will both be needing cock,�
Helene said to the males. �However, they might have found that anywhere,
yet they came here instead. So, being here, it is discipline they will get,
though surely they will end their experience in pleasure. Raul, please slip
your hand between my thighs. You will force me to cum, while Rebecca
watches, poor girl, learning discipline, and Johnnie moves the upright
bench over to where Chloe is lying. Let�s go, boys-- Johnnie,� Helene
ordered. She gave his bare rump a stinging cut of her crop.
�Yeeeoch! I�m obeying!� Johnnie cried.
�Of course you are, dear,� Helene said, watching as her blow caused
his dick to wobble, and the balls hanging between his legs to bounce. �But
you have a firm little pair of buns and glorious sexual equipment. I can�t
resist a good cut now and then. It does so make your penis wiggle.�
Helene, who�d expected to imprison Rebecca�s other nipple, now
beckoned to the girl and freed the one she�d captured with the cone. I
learned later that it is not well to keep one�s nipples confined in such
devices for too long. My aunt screamed as the blood returned to her newly
freed tit. Helene, taking pity, mouthed the tip of her breast. My aunt
shuddered and, quite suddenly, peed on the floor.
�Oh! What!� Helene cried. Fortunately, they were both standing on a
soft, ersatz bear skin, several of which were scattered around the
dungeon, and my aunt�s pee did not splash as it hit the carpet. For her own
part, though, fearing she�d get splashed-up pee on her stockings, Helene
spread her legs wide, and stepped back a little from my aunt. But except
for her quick cry, she nonetheless kept lovingly tonguing my aunt�s nipple,
eventually even tonguing the one that had not been imprisoned. Raul
watched. His cock stemmed stiffly in front of him. There was a hunger in
his eyes. My aunt emitted soft moans. She pressed her hips outward,
hoping to induce someone, anyone, to finger her slit. Her peeing stopped,
but Helene kept tonguing her proffered tits for many minutes. She ignored,
however, the cleft between my aunt�s legs, where she clearly yearned to
be pleasured. Meanwhile Johnnie, his cock bobbing like a big sausage on
display in the market, brought over the upright bench and set it down in
front of my face.
When she drew her mouth off my aunt�s nipples, Helene walked over
to me. My aunt was left to stand abjectly, watching. Helene brought Raul
with her and commanded the man to slip his hand up between her legs.
�Yes, very good,� Helene said. �Johnnie, come here,� she ordered.
�Oh, and bring a tube of Irish Cream with you. Chloe, do you prefer cherry
or strawberry?� she asked.
Not knowing why she asked, I thought a moment, wiggling my bare
fanny, and answered, �Cherry.�
�Very good,� Helene said. I saw Johnnie select from several bottles
of Irish Cream on a shelf. He brought one over to her. Helene took it,
popped up the top, and squirted it on his penis. I gaped. How erotic it
looked, watching as she, with the grace of a chef preparing a meal, held
the bottle up over his organ and squirted rich cream along its length. It
took several passes for her to cover the entire top of his shaft in the
stuff. It ran down the tubular sides of his cock and began dripping on the
floor. Helene stopped this by passing her fingers along his shaft, rubbing
the oily cream all over his meat and even spreading it over his cock and
his pee hole. With his penis gleaming wetly, Johnnie contracted the
cheeks of his ass. His balls, dry and untouched, tightened visibly.
�God, it�s making my dick all hot!� Johnnie gasped.
�Yes, dear,� Helene said. She smiled at Raul. �Would you like some
on your penis too?�
�I-- I don�t think so,� Raul said. �It might make me cum.�
�And what a pity that would be, for remember what I said, you must
leave when you let out your sperm,� Helene cautioned.
�It�s not the easiest thing to control,� Raul said.
�Which is why it�s a good idea you�ve stopped by,� Helene said.
�Let�s learn a little control, shall we, boys? Here, Raul, give me your
penis. Johnnie, you squirt the cream. I�ll rub him. We must move quickly
now, for I doubt Chloe can hold her bladder much longer.� She smiled at
me.
�Oh, please! Let me up to pee!� I begged. �I�ll lie right back down
again.�
Except for her smile, Helene gave me nothing further. I watched in
hip-wriggling agony as Johnnie and she spread oil all over Raul�s dick.
When his organ gleamed as wetly as Johnnie�s, both men now groaning at
the fire the cream imparted to their cocks, Helene asked Raul to help her
strap Johnnie to the upright bench.
It was a comfortable looking bench, with the unique aspect of
standing nearly upright, at a slightly vertical angle. It was heavy, made of
oak, and padded with thick leather across its front. Johnnie, his cock all
wet and wiggly, was induced to lie back on the bench. With his penis
sticking up, but his hips and back comfortably settled on the bench�s rich
leather surface, Johnnie watched as Raul and Helene buckled him onto the
bench. I watched too. They lifted up his muscled arms and locked them to
the end of the bench, above his head. They thrust open his legs, displaying
his balls, and locked his feet to the bench�s sides. Then, to make sure he
didn�t rise, they buckled a big, thick strap across his hairy belly. Next
they removed the center part of the bench. The effect was to leave
Johnnie lying on a flat surface from his head down to his waist. Below
that, there was no longer a center part to the bench any more. As a result
Johnnie�s legs had a wide space between them. Helene and Raul shoved the
bench forward, putting Johnnie�s strapped-down legs on either side of my
head. My eyes bulged as his groin loomed over my head. Then Helene and
Raul angled the bench backward, causing Johnnie to lie almost flat.
Finally, they lowered the bench, bringing its flat surface level with the
bench I was lying on. The result was that Johnnie lay with my head up
between his legs. His hairy thighs stretched along either side of my face.
His balls hung heavily down into the open space between his legs. The
cheeks of his ass rested on the �end� of the bench. His stiff cock stuck up
like a tuning fork from his bare loins, quivering with a need to find a
lodgement into which it could pump its heavy load of sperm.
I exhaled. My breath, trapped in my lungs as I watched with
mesmerized eyes, too shocked even to breathe, now flowed out. Johnnie�s
cock wobbled near to my face and my breath, wafting out, caressed his
penis. It made his cream-coated penis even hotter, for the nature of Irish
Cream is that it grows hotter as one blows upon it.
�Yeeeoooch!� Johnnie gasped. �Tell her not to breathe on my dick.
I�m liable to spurt!�
�Ah, control, Johnnie,� Helene cautioned. �I�m going to spank Chloe,
and her breath will be coming in hard, hot gasps then. What a pity if her
breath annoys your penis now. Think of how it will gust upon your member
when she�s crying and shouting and weeping!�
�No!� Johnnie and I both cried in unison. The breath from my shout
caused his stiff erection to warm, and Johnnie�s hips flinched, making his
cock bobble all about.
�Yes,� Helene laughed. �Oh yes, dears. There is no escape for either
of you. A warm penis for Johnnie, and a very warm bottom for Chloe.
That�s what�s in store for you both!�
In such a place there is only, at best, a vague plan of what is to
happen. This is because the atmosphere of such a room is one of erotic
tension. All that is normally covered is seen. Nipples sprout, showing
themselves to any who care to look upon them, even offering themselves
to be touched. Bottoms, normally concealed in skirts or pants, brazenly
show off their roundness, the white hemispheres of skin on view alongside
whips and crops. Bellies are seen, smoothly sloping into bare hips and
ending between bared thighs, where secrets, normally kept, instead
display their softness or their hardness. All was on view now, addling our
minds and making it difficult even for Helene to plan and execute our
sufferings. She paused, looked at me. She smiled and slipped a hand
between her legs and frigged her slit.
�Ah!� Helene said. �Oh, I should not, there is work to be done... but I
cannot help myself!�
�Here, let me do it,� Raul offered.
�No dear,� Helene answered. �I kept telling you to play in my slit
but you were too busy gaping at Rebecca.�
�I started to-- but then you put cream on my dick!� Raul said.
�Go to the closet,� Helene told Raul. There�s a big plastic baby pool
in there. Get it out. Set it on the floor.�
�Are we going swimming?� Raul asked.
�No. We are definitely not going swimming,� Helene said to him.
She emitted a euphoric moan and tensed her thighs, still rubbing her muff.
�God, that feels good!� Helene murmured. My aunt, watching with her own
hands bound behind her, shoved forward her bare hips and let out a
plaintive yelp.
�That�s it. I�m going to fuck her right away,� Raul said. His cock
was burning with the Irish Cream that had been applied to it. My aunt was
beside herself with erotic desire.
Catlike, Helene leapt at him. She had been on the brink of cumming
but she somehow managed to stop frigging herself, in order to retain
control of our visitor. She sliced her crop across his ass.
�Yeeeowch!� Raul hollared.
�You will do just as I say,� Helene told Raul. She said each word
distinctly, as a school marm might, but Raul was twice her age and she
was the sexiest school marm who�d ever existed.
�That hurt,� Raul said. He put his hands to his bare ass and
massaged it. His penis, engorged with his lust and gleaming wetly with
cream, wiggled in front of him as he rubbed his cheeks.
�Yes. Of course. It�s supposed to,� Helene told Raul. �God, what a
penis you have, sir. Did you know that in addition to selling hats, I have
another business?�
�No. What is it?� Raul asked.
�I make plaster molds of men�s penises and sell them as dildoes,�
Helene told our guest.
�God, to be fucking all the women of Paris, with a dildo made of my
cock,� Raul gasped. He glanced down at his thing. It presented itself
lewdly, as if begging for a mold to be made of it.
�Come here,� Helene said. She took Raul by his hand and pulled him,
not unwillingly, over to a shelf on the wall. She drew down a small
circular object. It was made of leather. It was two circles of leather,
actually, each one unfastened. They were attached to each other. Helene
slipped one of the unfastened circles around the thick base of Raul�s thick
cock. The other one, which was attached to the first, she clamped round
the upper part of his balls. She bit her lip and managed to get both circles
to snap shut. Then she picked up a key off the shelf and inserted it into
each ring and twisted it. I heard two small clicks, as a lock might make
when it�s closed.
�What are you doing?� Raul asked, looking down at himself. There
was dismay in his eyes.
�This is a cock ring. And a ball ring,� Helene told him. �And do you
see this wire trailing out of the cock ring?� Raul nodded. Craning my
neck, watching, I could just make out a slim wire that was quite long, and
ran up the wall to a box which sat on the shelf. Helene picked up the box
off the shelf and held it in her hand. In her other hand she held her riding
crop. �This box has a battery in it,� Helene told Raul. �If I press this
button, on top of the box, an electric current will pass down the wire.�
�To my balls!� Raul shouted.
�Yes, and to your penis too, dear boy,� Helene said.
�What are you going to do? Electrocute my penis?� Raul asked. For
a man over 40, he looked surprisingly like a little boy, all of a sudden,
gazing down with a mixture of curiosity and horror at his erection.
�This delightful device is used by Police in Argentina to control
their rowdiest prisoners,� Helene said with a smile to Raul. �It�s amazing
how obedient even the biggest ruffians become when they�re forced to
wear such a device. Of course, gays also play with it too. But in our case,
dear Raul, I�m going to be a little bit of a Police woman now, and insist
you do just as I say, okay?�
�God damn you, woman!� was all Raul could say in response. His cock
shone wetly with the cream that had been smeared all over it. A heat,
urgent and bitter, imparted itself to his creamed cock, making him want
to spurt. At the same time the ball ring squeezed his testicles, forcing
them down, retaining his seed, while the ring round his penis squeezed on
his thing and made it want to spurt. Raul rolled his eyes at the mixture of
feelings, barely able to know what to do with himself. Suddenly he
seemed to leap from the floor.
�Yow!� Raul cried.
�A small jolt, delivered directly to your dick, to let you know how it
feels,� Helene told him. �This is the deluxe model. I can adjust the power
of the current by turning this dial on the side of the box.�
�Take this thing off me!� Raul declared.
�Not on your life,� Helene said. She held up a key. �Do you see this?
I�m going to put it in an egg. Then I�m going to grease the egg and stick it
up Johnnie�s bottom. He�ll poop it out tomorrow. In the meantime, you�ll
want to do just as I say.�
�No!� Johnnie groaned. I exhaled, turning my head to face him, and he
shouted again as he felt my breath waft across his stiff cock.
�Get the baby pool,� Helene told Raul.
�I�ll bet I could rip that wire out of the cock ring and break every
bone in your body,� Raul said to Helene. The woman smiled.
�Of course you could, dear,� Helene answered. �Do you think I�d play
sex games with a little weenie guy, who couldn�t? You�re very big and
strong. You can only truly submit if you wish to. But of course I think you
do wish to, don�t you, Raul?� Her smile turned to a mischievous grin.
�I- I don�t know,� Raul admitted.
�Come here, Raul,� Helene said. There was a small refrigerator near
the closet she kept telling him to go to and she took his hand and led him
over to it. She bent, offering him a glorious view of her naked ass, and
opened the refrigerator�s door. She took out a bottle of champagne. There
was a corkscrew lying on top of the refrigerator. Expertly Helene stuck
the screw in the bottle and opened it. As soon as it was open, she aimed it
at Raul�s crotch. The bottle spurted a long stream of foam which spumed
all over Raul�s dick.
�God, that�s cold!� Raul shouted. Yet he didn�t back away, but
instead, despite the chilliness of the liquid, allowed it to wet his belly
and his cock and his balls.
�Now turn around,� Helene told Raul. Dazed, relishing the chill of
the champagne on his equipment, Raul turned and let Helene pat his ass
with her hand. He flinched, assuming she wanted to crop him. She told
him to kneel down on a bearskin on the floor and put his head down into
the fur of the rug.
�Why?� Raul asked.
�I�m going to shove a penis up your ass,� Helene told the man. �It�s a
small one, don�t worry. It�s made from a plaster cast I did of a little boy�s
cock.�
�You wouldn�t dare,� Raul said. �That�s sick!� But he obeyed her
imploring hands, so delicate as they touched him, and dropped to his knees,
put his face to the rug, and offered her his ass. He gave a cry as she put a
small jolt of electricity through the wire that ran to his dick.
�Just to keep you honest,� Helene laughed.
I watched in horror, almost forgetting my need to pee. Helene took
her time greasing up a small cock. Then, kneeling behind Raul, she
massaged his buttocks. Finally she shoved the thing up his ass. Raul
shouted, worked his hips, but did not, except perhaps for a clenching of his
ass cheeks, try to stop her. When she was finished he was a sight to
behold: his dick creamed, his cock and balls fitted with rings, champagne
dripping off his member and a small boy�s member jammed up his ass.
�Now get the baby pool out of the closet, put it out in the center of
the room, and lie down in it,� Helene told Raul. �Your legs won�t fit. But
don�t worry about them. Just get your head and your back and your hips
lying down in the pool.�
�Yes, mistress,� Raul said with a kind of resigned, but excited voice.
He went to the closet for the pool. Helene, meanwhile, took the key that
had locked his cock and ball ring shut and put it in an egg. She greased the
egg and then, as promised, she jammed it up Johnnie�s ass. The young man
was not unaccustomed to being used in this way and managed to accept the
egg with equanimity. Watching this from only a foot away, I sighed with
desire and my need to pee, sending gusts of my hot breath across Johnnie�s
aching cock.
How strange it all was! I was strapped down to a bench, my hind
parts uplifted by pillows. Johnnie was fixed to the bench in front of me.
Raul, having gotten out the baby pool, lay down in the empty container,
looking like a little boy waiting for his mother to bring him water. My
aunt, her hands bound behind her, stood with her legs wide apart, showing
us all her moist muff and wishing dearly for someone to frig her. Helene
stalked amongst us, queen of us all. She set up a TV table next to my
bench and laid out upon it all the implements she wished to use on my
bottom. I watched with wide eyes. I begged to pee, to be spared both the
paddling and this intolerable waiting, but Helene, working her own bared
hips with a need of her own to cum, only smiled. She straightened the
paddle and crop and other devices she�d taken down from the wall on the
table. She admired them as a surgeon might, setting out his gear prior to
an operation.
�You could be fucked anywhere, darling,� Helene said to me. �Yet you
chose to pay me a visit. I can hardly dismay your expectations, can I?�
�Oh, I didn�t know it would come to this!� I cried.
�Of course you did,� Helene said. �Or at least you do now,� she
added. �Just consider me one of life�s little surprises.�
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