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TORRID TWEENS
Chapter Nine
But Ellen had other plans. After a good soak in a tub, by herself, and
an early evening meal with the others, which was uneventful, Brittney
was ordered to bed. It was only seven o�clock in the evening and the girl
frowned at her hostess as she was led into her bedroom cell.
�I�m not tired!� Brittney whined. �I haven�t been put to bed this
early since I was six years old!�
�You must get a good night� rest,� Ellen said to the girl. She saw
that she changed out of the light summer clothing she�d been given after
her bath and into a hip-length nightie. She made her put panties on too,
under the nightie, and ordered her not to make them wet with her finger
during the night. �I have big plans for you tomorrow, my child,� Ellen told
the girl. �I have already spoken to Samuel about it and he agrees that it is
an excellent plan for your training. Quite necessary, in fact.�
�What do you mean?� Brittney asked. She sat on the bed,
immaculately dressed in her chiffon nightie and panties, Ellen taking
ribbons and tying them into the girl�s hair, forming her hair into two
pigtails.
�You�ll see,� Ellen said. When she was finished adorning Brittney�s
hair she went again to the little wooden chest at the foot of the bed where
she kept things for Brittney. She took out a plastic bag and pulled a large
furry object from it.
�A teddy bear!� Brittney enthused. Immediately she reached out and
took the thing, hugging it close.
�It is to keep you company for this evening,� Ellen said. �Tomorrow
I am going to take you to Altwell Dam, to the beach by the reservoir. We
will have a swim and see if we can meet any interesting new people.�
�Oh I am quite happy here,� Brittney said.
�True, but I have certain requirements for your activities
tomorrow,� Ellen said. �So we will wear our most fetching bikinis, and
get a bit of sun, and see and be seen. When we find what we�re looking for,
we�ll invite them back with us.�
�What if we don�t find anybody?� Brittney asked.
�I have done this before. I have a feeling we will,� Ellen said.
Brittney sighed.
�Oh, I don�t know. I think I�ve met quite a few people recently,�
Brittney said. Ellen leaned close. She touched Brittney�s forehead with
her finger and kissed her pouting lips.
�You, my dear, must remember one thing,� Ellen said to the girl.
�What�s that?� Brittney asked.
�You have no choice in the matter.� Brittney�s eyes grew wide. She
shuddered.
�Oh,� the girl said.
�Yes so you see there�s no point in arguing,� Ellen told her, smiling
sweetly. �While you�re here your body belongs to me. I command its every
function.
�You�re scaring me,� Brittney said.
�It is not to scare, but to inform, and not to inform but to train,�
Ellen told the girl. She kissed her lips again, which sheepishly responded,
Brittney seemingly intrigued by having this woman own her, even as the
thought made her tremble with fear. �If you want something to occupy
your time this evening I can certainly provide it,� Ellen assured the girl.
�Yes, please!� Brittney said without hesitation.
�Then turn over and kneel up on your bed,� Ellen said. Brittney gave
the woman a quizzical look but obeyed. She hugged her teddy bear beneath
her, gazing back at Ellen, the woman with the long red partly upswept hair
smiling benignly. Ellen tapped Brittney�s upraised behind. �I want you to
pull down your panties,� Ellen said. She rose, and went to the end of the
bed and leaned down over the wooden chest. Brittney complied with the
woman�s request, reaching back and baring her pretty white ass, but she
kept a wary eye on the woman. Ellen returned to the bed and sat down on
it behind the girl. Brittney saw that there was something in the woman�s
hand but, craning her neck back, she could not make out exactly what it
was. Ellen told her to face forward. Biting her lip, Brittney did. When she
did she stared at the chamber pot sitting in the corner by the door.
�Can�t I have a proper toilet?� Brittney asked, frowning at the thing
she was expected to go to the bathroom in.
�I�m afraid there isn�t any plumbing in this room,� Ellen said. She
got up again and went to the chest once more, smiling at Brittney�s bottom
and reminding her to keep her eyes forward.
�I know what you�re going to do. You�re going to take a picture of my
ass,� Brittney said, and waved her bottom about a little, apparently
intrigued by this idea.
Ellen returned once more to sit behind the girl. Brittney was still
looking peevishly at the chamber pot when suddenly she felt a thumb press
itself to her bottom and part her cheeks. Brittney gave a yelp. As she
turned her head back to look what was happening she felt a sudden, sharp
pain. It was going straight into her bottom and before she could even
clench her cheeks, which she did most abruptly a moment later, the thing
was already in her!
�Good. Keep your poise,� Ellen said. �Back bent, head against your
pillow and your ass as high as you can push it.�
�Wha- what did you do to me?!� Brittney shrieked. She wanted
desperately to reach back and grab at her bottom, but she could feel the
thing wedged deep in her and knew instinctively, feeling her anus snug and
small again, that there was no way she could pry it out of herself.
�I have given you a solid enema,� Ellen said. �It will give you
something to do tonight.�
�What?� Brittney cried in disbelief. Now she did reach back to her
ass, her hands grabbing it, yanking the soft cheeks apart, but when she
explored (quite frantically and yet tenuously, for one does not readily feel
one�s own asshole) herself, she found her little opening quite definitely
closed. But the thing was in her, she could feel it, penetrating her guts
and moving now within them, like a small trapped mouse.
�It is just a cone-shaped bulb, dear, given out regularly at
hospitals,� Ellen said. She batted the girl�s hands away. She leaned
forward and kissed the girl�s violated bottom. It was smooth as silk, with
only the welt Samuel had given her, low down, marring its surface. Ellen
kissed both cheeks and said, �It will keep you quite busy this evening,
visiting your chamber pot.�
�Oh my God this is awful!� Brittney cried.
�It�s a helpful preparation for bottom-fucking,� Ellen told the girl.
�I�m surprised you didn�t make a bigger mess with your bottom trials
you�ve already had. It�s best to approach such things with a cleaned-out
ass, although for first-timers just getting anything up them at all is quite
an accomplishment. What you�ve had so far is toys, in my opinion. A
finger, a carrot, so you�ve reported, a dildo on a see-saw at Elgina�s and
your glorious self-immolation today at the doctor�s. But a real man�s
penis is bigger than all those things, and so we must make room for it.
However tomorrow do not be surprised if I spare your little ass; I have a
wish to see that your other part is opened more fully first. But enough of
that then. For tonight, I think you�ll find you�re quite occupied, and not by
anything that could be performed in polite company either. Enjoy your
trips to the toilet-- you�ll have quite a few, judging from how much you
ate at dinner.�
�Oh, this is awful!� Brittney cried. She looked at the woman. She
was still on all fours, afraid to sit on her ass on her bed lest a sudden
unexpected discharge spoil her sheets. �Oh, what shall I do?!� Brittney
asked, hugging her teddy bear closer to her.
�I think you�ll figure it all out,� Ellen said. �Go sit on the potty if
you�re afraid of making a mess. And think on this, to keep yourself even
busier still: if you soil your panties, or your bedding or nightgown, in the
morning I will have Samuel give you another welt.
�Oh no!� Brittney shouted, for despite her dreamy preoccupation with
the Story of O, she had not liked the nasty welt Samuel had given her. It
stung even at this moment, as she frantically huddled the cheeks of her
uplifted ass, scared she might poop as she knelt there holding her bear.
�Be good,� Ellen said. The woman got up and left. The other guests
spent an evening in wild adult partying, but little Brittney, left in her
cell, spent most of the night on the toilet.
Brittney liked her bikini. It was yellow, the color of the sunshine
bathing her at the beach. Ellen was with her, displaying a fabulous body
dressed in a modest 1950�s bikini. It was blue, like the sky, the all-
enveloping sky through which the sun, however brilliantly, must travel.
Brittney�s bikini was poised between childhood and adolescence. It
confused some of the bathers that looked at her, for it was covered with
Sesame Street characters. Big Bird, Bert, Ernie and the Cookie Monster
vied to stretch themselves across her developing hour-glass figure. The
cups of Brittney�s bra, which Ellen had had specially enlarged to keep the
girl from making an indecent show of her tits, had little bows tied to the
peaked upper end of them. So the effect, seeing the girl�s tits contained in
her tied-behind-the-neck bra, was to see the spaghetti like straps coming
down to the upper point of each triangular cup, where a neat little bow
was tied. Then there was the cup itself, straining under the weight of the
melon-like tit it was containing, with the thin fabric unable to keep back
Brittney�s nipple. The girl was excited by her visit to the beach, her
nipples stuck up like thorns, preceding her wonderful breasts wherever
she went, open invitations to pleasure. Within her delving bikini panties,
which covered her pubic area, the fabric was again a little too tight.
There, wickedly, Ellen had had the gusset of the panties removed. She had
also lessened the available material a little, so that the lips of Brittney�s
tight little cunt were clearly outlined. In back Brittney did not have a
thong bikini. That would have been too showy for a family beach. But her
panties, being lessened by Ellen, meant that they could not stretch with
comfort across the entire area of the girl�s ass. So poor Brittney was
forever having to reach back and pluck her panties out of her bottom,
where they were constantly wedging themselves in her crack.
�Ohhh, my panties don�t really fit too well,� Brittney fretted, as
Ellen stood up from the their towel and urged her to come along. The
woman took Brittney�s right hand; with her other hand Brittney was forced
to reach back and yank at her panties.
�We must make the acquaintance of a young man,� Ellen said. �Do yo
see any you like?�
Brittney looked around, plucking again at her panties as she did so.
She pointed to a young man just coming up out of the cool reservoir water,
walking along the beach, his trunks tight against his skin, his body tanned.
There was a telltale bulge in the front of his swimsuit. Something had
aroused him.
�That one,� Brittney said, tugging on Ellen�s hand as she
simultaneously freed her panties once more from her ass. Ellen
considered the young man. He had not noticed them. He was looking at
another girl, closer to him, a girl who had, despite the family atmosphere
of the beach, chosen to come wearing a thong bikini.
�No. He is well equipped but look at his face,� Ellen said.
�He�s cute,� Brittney enthused.
�Yes but he�s also shy and sensitive,� Ellen said. �Observe how he
looks at that sexily dressed young tart. He wants to talk to her. But he�s
too shy. Look! He�s walking away from her now.�
�Maybe he wants me instead,� Brittney said.
�No he hasn�t spotted us yet,� Ellen said. Suddenly a rough male
voice yelled out. A horn honked, quite loudly, and Ellen and Brittney,
turning, found themselves staring at two young men in a jeep.
�The kiddie beach is over that way,� the young man behind the wheel
of the jeep growled at Ellen and Brittney. �If you don�t mind, this is a
parking stall.�
Brittney looked down. To her surprise she and Ellen were indeed
standing in a marked parking stall, though one sited so unusually close to
the beach that one could easily miss it. These boys were obviously old-
timers, aware of the all the beach park�s little nooks and crannies. The
boy behind the wheel gestured as if about to honk his horn again.
�Why, we�re standing here for a reason,� Ellen said. She had glanced
down when the boy first spoke but now she was holding his gaze, quite
boldly, Brittney thought, for the boy did have quite a rough air about him.
�What might that be?� the boy asked. Brittney noticed, with a bit of
secret pleasure, that he was actually beginning to notice her now, his gaze
softening a little as he began to avidly search her curves. She was nice-
looking, Brittney saw the boy say to himself, his eyes revealing his
thoughts. Quite nice-looking, even if she was wearing a Sesame Street
swimsuit.
�My friend and I were hoping to meet someone just like you,� Ellen
said. She watched the boy�s eyes. Both eyes on both young men, in fact.
They were nearly eighteen, yet they did not consider, she saw, that the
curvaceous young child standing in front of them was too young for them.
Ellen nodded. Yes, they would do quite nicely. Hard, inconsiderate boys,
but trainable, and not apparently ones to object to Brittney�s youth.
Candles burned with dignified grace in the room, despite the early
hour. The room�s curtains, which were made of soft velvet, were tightly
drawn, blocking out the sunlight that shone quite brightly out on Ellen�s
lawn. They were in her home, in a plushly carpeted room that was strewn
with sumptuous brocaded pillows. As the wax of the candles dripped
soundlessly down, Brittney gazed about the room, still wearing her bikini,
for they had all just come in, soft music playing from a hidden intercom.
Everything about the room was delicate, soft, and comforting, from the
wafting music to the gently glowing candles to the fat, receptive pillows.
Brittney plopped down on one, watching as Ellen and the two young men
each seated themselves on a pillow of their own. None of them had
managed to get their swimsuits wet; Brittney and Ellen had just been
heading for the water, or so Brittney had been led to believe, when the two
boys had pulled up. Indeed, Brittney had not even gotten her sun tan lotion
on, nor had Ellen. It had all happened with a kind of fairy-like grace, the
entire trip to the beach: no sooner had Brittney and Ellen laid out their
towel than they decided to cool themselves in the water; going there, or
trying to, they had been interrupted by the boys. And then, the boys liking
Brittney, Ellen had induced them to come back to the house, leaving
Brittney happy with their new company but confused as to why they
couldn�t have lingered together awhile at the beach.
�As you can see, gentlemen, this room is designed for maximum
comfort,� Ellen told the two men. They were sitting open-legged on the
cushions, fresh with the morning, right down to their cocks which loomed
with morning-wood in their trunks.
�Yeah. It�s pretty nice,� the boy who had been the jeep�s driver,
whose name was Jeff, said. �A great place to relax after a swim. Do you
have a pool?�
�Yes I do,� Ellen said. Jeff�s friend, who was named Ron, stood up
from his cushion.
�Then let�s go!� Ron said with enthusiasm. He looked at Brittney
expectantly. Ellen smiled.
�Don�t you think my daughter is a rather lovely young lady?� Ellen
asked.
�Sure. She�s cool,� Ron said. He looked at Jeff. The other boy
nodded. Brittney frowned but said nothing. Ellen had told her beforehand
that she would be introducing herself as the girl�s mother; it was weird,
but Brittney had no particular objection. Not yet, anyway.
�I�m sure you young men have had relationships with a lot of girls,�
Ellen said to the two boys. They shook their heads in agreement.
�Sure! We�re on the football team,� Ron said. �He�s the quarterback,
I�m a blocker.� Ellen nodded. Ron was a bit larger than his companion, a
perfect person to block the assertive but slightly smaller young man.
�Tell me, have you ever liked both a girl and her mother?� Ellen
asked.
�No,� Ron said.
�That�s bad,� Jeff said. But their eyes searched Ellen and Brittney�s
faces, a sudden sinful hope springing into their minds.
�You�re kinda young to be her mother,� Ron observed after a moment,
to Ellen. The woman smiled and looked at Brittney.
�I had her when I was twelve,� Ellen said. Both boys gasped. Ellen
took her daughter�s hand and said to the boys, squeezing it: �She is 13,
going on 14. She has only recently lost her virginity. In our family we
feel that we must keep up our tradition of young women having babies.
But she is young and tight. Her father and I have discussed this: it is
necessary for her to be opened. Fully opened. It can only be done through
ruthless well-disciplined fucking. So she is not split in two when the
baby is delivered. My own hips split apart when little Brittney here was
born; it took months for my pubic bones to heal back together again. So,
quite frankly, gentlemen, we are looking for some experienced males to
introduce Brittney to the necessary pleasures of being a fully opened
female. For the sake of her health, and that of her baby to be.� Jeff and
Ron looked startled.
�You want us to have a kid?� Jeff asked. Ellen lifted an eyebrow.
She wasn�t sure if the boys were saying they minded Brittney�s young age,
or speaking of fathering a child. Ellen thought she had settled any
pedophile complexes at the beach: a strict pedo-hater would not have
made friends with a girl in a Sesame Street bikini, no matter how curvy
she was.
�You mean--?� Ellen asked.
�I mean we�re not ready to be fathers,� Jeff said. Ellen laughed.
�No, no, boys. She needs practise.� Ellen laughed again. �Actually
she is not my daughter, but I was hoping the dirty thought of it might
inspire you to have a go at both of us.� Jeff and Ron gazed at the woman
with curious admiration.
�You�re beautiful,� Jeff said. �I�ll fuck you if you like.� Ron nodded.
�Are you really her mother?� Ron asked, seemingly confused now as
to when Ellen was telling the truth and when she was not.
�Would it be dirtier and more fun if I was?� Ellen asked. She studied
the boy�s faces. Slowly they nodded.
�Yeah,� Jeff said. Ron agreed.
�Then let�s say that I am, and leave it at that,� Ellen said. �It�s
always fun to add a little spice to things. But first I must explain our
primary goal here. It is to have Brittney fucked, thoroughly and
completely, to give her experience of the male penis. To open her more
readily than she is now. For this purpose I have specially chosen you two,
after looking over the available young men at the beach. I have chosen you
for your ability to fuck, gentlemen, hard and fast and relentlessly.� Ellen
paused, looked at Brittney, and smiled at the girl, still holding and
squeezing her hand. Then after this glance of reassurance, she looked
again at the two young men, whose penises were standing up in their swim
trunks more stiffly than ever. �The goal, gentlemen, is to continue giving
my daughter additional thrusts even after you have spurted Yes. Even
after you have unleashed yourself in her, delivering all that you have, you
must continue to thrust into her with your penis. Erectly, stiffly, giving
more of yourself even though you have just given your all. That is our
object, our holy grail. You are both well equipped I think to achieve it and
so the aim on your part must be to think of yourself as a machine. A
pumping machine, nothing more, pumping into and yet disregarding
Brittney at the same time. She liked a sensitive boy at the beach, or
thought she might, but I refused to allow her to meet him. I feared he
would be too considerate of her, and now is the time for her to be opened,
not to be loved. You must think of her as a tart, a little whore. Fuck her
brains out, as you boys sometimes like to say. And remember my
injunction: do not stop thrusting just because you have cum. Always at
my parties there must be something more than sex on the agenda, else
what is the point of my being there? People can have ordinary sex on their
own. In our case, for the purpose of truly opening Brittney, I shall have
you attempt to keep offering yourself to her even after you have cum.
Don�t get me wrong. I want you to cum. After an appropriate interval, of
course. And I want her to feel you absolutely filling her womb with your
sperm. But then I want you to keep thrusting, to keep jabbing deep into
her, even after you�ve cum. Do not lose your stiffness. Do whatever you
can, mentally, to maintain your peak physical efficiency. It will help her
be opened, being fucked like that even after she�s full.�
The boys looked around the softly-appointed room, with its tender
glowing candles and its thick luxurious curtains, its deep-pile carpet and
its cushions.
�You want us to fuck... right here?� Joe asked, after a moment, for he
was frankly used to the back seats of cars and, twice, hurried
assignations in cheaply furnished motel rooms.
�Yes,� Ellen said. �The surroundings are delicate in order to help you
relax. You must be centered, focused, undisturbed in your mission, if you
are to succeed. Only your penis should be hard; as I can see it already is,�
Ellen laughed, glancing at the boy�s stiffened prong-uplifted trunks, and
those of his friend. �A hard cock, but everything else deeply relaxed and
unstressed, unhurried, able to perform and able to fuck without end.�
�God!� Ron cried. Abruptly he pulled down his swimsuit. To his own
apparent surprise his cock sprang out from under his lowered trunks and
throbbed in the air. Brittney gasped, blushed. An embarrassed look came
to Jeff�s eyes but a moment later he copied his friend, pulling his own suit
down. Together, flushing slightly, the boys got out of their swimsuits. At
Ellen�s urging she and Brittney also undressed, untying each other�s
bikinis.
The swimsuits were cast aside on the extra pillows. The two
couples drew close; they kissed, Jeff to Brittney and his friend to Ellen.
Hands sought; roamed. A cry from Brittney announced that Jeff had stuck
her finger into her pussy.
Ellen paused things after a few minutes of avid touching. She got
out a bottle of oil and spread it slickly on the men�s cocks. She did not
anoint any other part of their bodies, just their penises.
�We�ll need the whole bottle of oil before we�re through, if you
gentlemen can keep up your spirits,� Ellen laughed. Then she directed
Jeff to Brittney�s cunt, ordering the girl to lie back on the soft pillows to
receive him. �Remember what I said,� Ellen told Jeff, keeping him poised
for a moment at the spread-legged girl�s snatch, holding him with her
fingers. �Penetrate and deliver. I will be squeezing your balls, after a bit
of preliminary fucking, to feel you when you spurt. Then is when the real
work begins, when the men are separated from the boys. With your balls
empty, I want you to remain hard and continue your thrusting.� Ellen
looked at Ron, who knelt near Jeff with his own member finely displayed.
�Think you can pull off the same, when it�s your turn?� Ron nodded.
�Sure, if I don�t whack myself off watching,� he answered.
�That is another rule,� Ellen said. �Do not play with yourself as you
watch. I have a dildo; its under that pillow where I kept the oil. I will be
arousing myself with it while Jeff does Brittney but you must wait for
your turn at Brittney, leaving me to myself for the time being, and no
matter how much you want to feel pleasure you must abstain, your hands
free of your cock. That way you can last longer when you�re in Brittney.�
Ron nodded.
�Okay,� he said.
�Let the games begin!� Ellen smiled, and gave a single clap with her
hands.
Brittney let out a cry. No sooner was Jeff released, Ellen drawing
back her hand, than he was jabbing at Brittney�s cunt. As Ellen had hoped
he was completely without kind or sweet words for the girl. He had one
objective: get in and stay in, with plenty of fuck-stroking to make her
brains squirt out her ears. Jeff, his small handsome ass working
furiously, made several preliminary stabs with his dick. Then Ron, in a
football-like spirit of good cheer, gave his companion a slap on his bare
rump. Suddenly Jeff was in Brittney, and in deep, thrusting up into her
tight snatch like a rude-nosed dolphin.
�EeeeeHooooch!� Brittney howled. The long cry she gave ended with
a seeming announcement of the entire length of Jeff penetrating her all
the way to her womb; Ellen sensed that the girl felt Jeff slam against her
womb�s back wall and, looking down, she saw that the young man still had
several inches left protruding from her.
�Good job!� Ellen said. �Now stroke. Back and forth, ram her to
kingdom cum!� Jeff began a series of manful thrusts. Each stabbing
thrust, bumping deep within Brittney against her womb�s back wall, sent
the small girl shivering, her whole frame reverberating, as Jeff pounded
her. Ellen watched Brittney�s lovely big tits as they wobbled helplessly,
like loose renegade cantaloupes, her nipples sticking up begging for
attention. But Jeff ignored the girl, ignored everything about her except
the contracting tightness of her cunt on his cock. He shut his eyes and
hammered her, as seemingly detached from her mentally as if he were
hauling a football down the center of some field. She was simply there,
like the grass, to be pounded upon, to be used. His mind was elsewhere.
Poor Brittney! The helplessness of her spread-legged position, her
fanny resting on a big cushion, made her little more than a fuck doll. Her
mouth gasped, distorted: the constant unrelenting pounding was driving
her to new heights of terrifying bliss. Ellen reached out and touched one
of her nipples. Electric sparks seemed to fly up from its tip. Deep in her
center Brittney felt as if a baby were being forcibly made, pounded up
from her flesh no matter how many pills she took to prevent it. She felt
the thing up her pulse; it did so repeatedly and fiercely and then its pulses
grew in intensity, which was unbelievable, and she sensed, in her rising
helpless delirium, that the boy who was attacking her with his cock up her
cunt was about to spend.
�Yes! Yes! Yes!� Brittney yelled, her face all hot and sweaty now,
her eyes rolling in her head, her breasts flapping like big loose melons in
the back of a bouncing truck. Jeff sensed her abandon and fucked her
harder; to his sudden delighted surprise he felt a hand reach between his
legs and clasp him. Sharp polished fingernails raked his balls, fingers
closed like spider�s legs around his crown jewels.
�Let her have it now,� a female voice whispered. �Empty yourself in
her. And then keep going. Don�t stop. I know you can do it.�
Jeff obeyed. He gave Brittney violent thrusts. She shrieked under
his merciless assault. He squeezed his ass cheeks together, jammed his
hips forward, felt his balls boil and his juice suddenly shoot out. He filled
her, this helpless young thing underneath him, and then with diligent
effort, despite a sudden sense of abandon and loss, he kept at her.
�Bravo!� Ellen cried, squeezing the young man�s balls repeatedly as
the last of his hip-thrusting spurts were put into Brittney. Ron hovered
just behind his friend, his own penis now eager for the fray, but Jeff kept
lancing the girl with his cock, until at last he felt himself weaken.
�I am finished,� Jeff gasped.
�You did wonderfully well,� Ellen complimented him. Jeff withdrew
himself from Brittney. Her cunt oozing sperm, the girl gaped up at him.
She seemed suddenly unconscious, but she was softly moaning, tears
streaming silently down her cheeks.
�Your turn,� Ellen said to Ron. �Give her as much as Jeff did.�
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