Bound for Survival

by Powerone

SIZZLER EDITIONS

ISBN9781615087099
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Copyright 2016 Powerone
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With the tragic loss of their wealthy parents, six young women are cared for and educated in a privileged upbringing at The New Beginnings Orphanage until their eighteenth birthday.
At eighteen, the young women are shown the outside world and are given a choice. Go out and seek their own destiny with no assistance, or stay for seven more years and receive lavish sums that will support them for life.
The offer comes from a cabal of wealthy men with a taste for innocent young women. The men savor the reluctance and embarrassment of well-bred young women surrendering to an older, demanding man. There will be more than one person present when this happens. Sometimes all six couples are in attendance. What will the six women choose as their birthdays draw near?
For those that choose to stay, the unknown desires of experienced men and women open up a world they never knew existed. These men and women use their wealth to satisfy their lust and desire – with nothing taboo. Each time, the young women are taken deeper into the fantasy world of their rich patrons. The shocking end will surprise you.



CHAPTER 1

Premonition

It was the summer of 1929 when they met at the Brookline mansion of Theodore Lewis and his wife, Mary. The fifteen thousand-square foot mansion was just completed that year. It was a monument to the wealth that was created at that time in the United States. The nine-bedroom and fourteen-bath mansion was large, especially for only two of them. There were a line of limousines parked out front, the drivers smoking as they waited for their employers. They’d have a long wait that day. The six families inside were putting the finishing touches on their plan.

They sat in Theodore’s library, the smell of wood, leather-bound books and cigars permeated the room. It was one of the few times that wives were allowed to be there with their husbands. It was that important for all the families had to have a say. There could be no dissent.

This would be the last meeting. Everything was in place. They’d begun to deleverage their wealth into cash and long-term government bonds. They would accumulate the cash themselves, for no bank would be safe to keep it if there was a bank run. They had purchased a small bank that had a very large safe. It would be kept there. They lost money on the purchase of the bank, but it would be worth it in the long run. It had few deposits besides theirs.

“I want to thank you all for coming. The time is fast approaching. I cannot tell you the exact date, only that it will come quickly and brutally. All of us must have liquidated hard assets except cash and long-term government bonds by the end of this month.”

All of the men nodded approvingly. They began discussing this a year ago and had long, vigorous debates of it happening. The stock market was too far ahead of itself and was due for a fall, a major fall. Theodore surmised that a depression would follow it, caused by lack of demand when people began to horde money, throwing the country into a downward spiral that would take years to recover. It would be the rich that got hit first. Only eight percent of the people were in the stock market. It would take a while for the middle class and lower class to get hit, but that wouldn’t be their concern. They would’ve already completed their plan by then.

“We have the house in Lexington. It is big enough to house the staff and the students. It should be completed within the month. The staff will start as soon as it’s ready. We might pay them for doing nothing for a while, but it’s better to be prepared beforehand.”

They all agreed that they would call the children students. Theodore laid out the plan one last time to make sure that everyone was on board with the decision. It was a costly proposition, but it was an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The other families were selected for a specific reason besides their wealth. None had any children or planned on having any, by choice or consequences.

“As soon as the market begins to crash, we’ll begin looking for suitable students to take into our care at New Beginnings Orphanage. I expect that the rapid downfall of the stock market will make many men broke before they realize what happened. They will lose everything. I expect a number of them will take their lives. It is a sorrowful expectation, but it will be a reality. Wives will be unable to cope with the loss of their husband and their wealth. They will take their lives or be incapacitated in many different manners like mental instability. That will leave the next-generation children left alone. With the country going into chaos, the government won’t have the ability or the mechanism to handle the growing problem of orphans, rich or poor. We’ll be seen as saviors in our wish to take in some of the unfortunate.” The difficult part was finding the right candidates.

“Our criteria will be females from the age of fourteen to sixteen, although we might consider one male of the same age group. They’ll all be from wealthy families, the future generation. We want students that have been brought up with the finest education and training. We expect them to be the highest moral character, and they should be innocent. We’ll strive for a total of six.”

He stopped for a second to scan the faces of the others to make sure there was no dissension among them. “They’ll be our students for two years. During that time, we will carry on with their education. Nothing else will change, although we’ll have to be highly diligent to make sure they keep their innocence during this delicate and important part of their life. That will require constant monitoring and we’ll discourage the act of masturbation or experimentation with girl sex. There will be no visiting them by us during this period. It’ll be strictly hands off. They are children, and we’ll not be child molesters.” That was the most important part. The only direction the students would get during their stay until they were eighteen was that they would be shown the outside world and what had happened. If he were correct, it wouldn’t be a pretty picture.

“When they turn eighteen, they’ll be given a choice. They can go out into the world on their own and hope they can survive. The second choice would be for them to continue with us. They’ll be separated from the under-eighteen students, and they’ll begin a new life. We’ll be responsible for supporting them in the lifestyle they lost. But, they’ll have to submit to us, sexually. We will make it very plain what we require of them. There will be an age difference that they’ll have to reconcile with, but I suspect the alternative will be less desirable. All of them will be virgins, so they’ll be taught the ways of pleasuring men in any manner that we choose. Their inexperience will be our advantage. We’ll not rush them, and they’ll have a month to decide. Once they made up their mind, there’ll be no changing it. It will be final.”

“What do you think will be their response?” Joseph asked the question. “It will require a large outflow of cash to support them until they are eighteen. If they choose to leave, it will all be down the drain.” They only have a limited number of students, so too many leaving would make the others available to more of the families. That could be problematic.

“I’m confident that most of them will accept. The world will be a different place from what they left. They’ll be incapable of going back to their old life, and they’ll be unprepared for what would be required in the future.”

“I hope you’re correct. Shall we put it up for a vote? All in favor say aye.”

“Aye,” the voices all rang out in unison.

“A toast to the New Beginnings Orphanage.” They all stood up and toasted to their future success. This would be the last meeting before the world fell apart.

* * *

It was October 24, 1929 that it began, and it was named, Black Thursday. That moniker only lasted five days until October 29, 1929, which was named Black Tuesday. The stock market lost eleven percent on the 24th and 13% on the 28th. The 29th lost another 12%, and that was the beginning of a ten-year depression. The stock market did recover some of the losses over the next few years, but an overabundance in agriculture and heavy lending was the ultimate downfall of the economy.

All you had to do was scan the headlines for the fall of the richest, although many of them were exaggerated. Many men did commit suicide. It took six months before they filled the orphanage with the required students. All were picked by unanimous decision of the six families. There were six females, but no males, the maximum number as planned. By sheer luck, not planning, all of them were a couple of months shy of their sixtieth birthday. They’d all come of age at almost the same time. That would save money. The orphanage as it existed could be shut down when the last one turned of age, although the house would serve to be a good place to use for the rest of their plan. The students were already comfortable in it, so it would make what would come next easier in a familiar location.

The most difficult part of the plan was the waiting. It would be two years before it would provide any meaningful repayment of what they’d expended. But, Theodore was always on the lookout for opportunities. The depression brought desperation, even to those that managed not to lose everything. The banks weren’t lending. They began to call loans, even ones that weren’t in default. They needed the money to pay back depositors that feared their money would be lost unless they took it out of the bank and put it under their mattress.


CHAPTER 2

A Simple Loan with Complex Collateral

Theodore was inundated with requests for money when others saw that he still had his fortune intact. He turned down all of them once he looked at the details. Most were desperation plays that would only bring about a few more months of survival, and then, it would still end up the same way, default and closure. He had no desire to throw his money away on these deals. He turned them down politely without meeting the individuals.

Then, he got one that perked his interest. He looked it over carefully. While the money might let the company survive, the chances were slim, but he liked the collateral. He discussed it with Mary, and she saw the same opportunity he did. Sunday, he invited Henry and Pearl Lewis over for dinner.

Theodore knew Henry for five years. They had some business dealings but nothing elaborate, it was more of sharing connections they knew. Henry was a good businessman, but most men that lost everything were. He was forty-five, a year younger than Theodore. He wasn’t what one would consider a handsome man, although he was by no means ugly. He would be just another common man on the street if it weren’t for his wealth. He came from a fine family and inherited most of his money and did well for several years until now. He married well. His wife, Pearl, wasn’t from money, but she had looks. They’d been married for four years. She was thirty years old. Theodore met her a half-dozen times, always on the arm of Henry. Her natural red hair made her stand out, but once the gaze went from her hair it took in the natural expanse of her luscious body. She wore clothes that highlighted all of her attributes. She had firm breasts that wouldn’t be hidden by some of the modern fashions that tended to flatten breasts. She always wore dresses or skirts that left a lot of her long, lean legs revealed from the knees down, but it was the view from behind that always caught men’s attention. She had a great ass that could hypnotize any man that watched the gentle sway of her walk.

Mary was never the jealous type. She was thirty-five, and she came from a good family, although they’d lost most of it years before. But she also had her beauty. Before she married, she was the most eligible debutant of Boston. She could’ve had her pick of any of the most eligible men of money, but she chose Theodore. He was tall, handsome and smart. He knew what he wanted and how to get it. He set his eyes on her, and she succumbed to his charm. She was taught that sex was only for the man, and it was the wife’s duty to engage it in, but she shouldn’t expect to enjoy it. Once married, Theodore opened her eyes to a new world that she never knew existed. She was a virgin when they married, so she didn’t have much experience with men except for what she did with her hand. Theodore taught her that there was so much more. She found out that she could enjoy it as much as a man, and Theodore was good at showing her how. She knew many women who never had an orgasm. She had one on her wedding night, and it continued.

Over the years, he’d expanded her outlook and experience. Her duties as his wife extended to making sure he got his pleasure, even if it was with another woman. It never made her jealous, because she was always there when it happened. Theodore hid nothing from her. And she found ways to enhance his other couplings that even surprised him.

Henry was nervous. This was his last chance. He thought he’d run out of alternatives, and all of a sudden, he got a call from Theodore, and it sounded promising. He’d sent him his proposal along with everyone else that still had money. He never had dinner with him before or was invited. They’d met at other social engagements. So the invitation was a surprise. It could only have to do with his proposal.

Pearl saw the strain their financial problems were having on Henry. He looked ten years older than he was. Their relationship had become strained. While before they enjoyed a good sexual relationship, it had been missing for months now. She began to worry about their future. Too many of her friends had become destitute. It wasn’t a pretty sight to see. She still had her looks, but the number of eligible men with money had been greatly depleted. She’d be in competition with women ten years younger than she was, and many of them were desperate. Henry told her of his hopes that Theodore would lend him the money needed to survive. The economy had to get better he told her.

“Make sure you charm Theodore,” he told Pearl. “I know you can do it. This is our last chance.” His voice crackled with desperation.

“I’ll do whatever is necessary to help my husband, you know that. We’ve met his wife, Mary, and she’s not much older than I am. We should have a lot in common if I need to get her on our side.”

“You look beautiful, Pearl.” She’d gone all out with her outfit. Theodore could never turn her down if that was the only criteria.

* * *

Pearl couldn’t say that Theodore wasn’t handsome or attentive. He kissed her hand when they arrived, and he made sure that she sat next to him. Pearl thought Mary might be jealous, but she fawned over Henry. Dinner was pleasant, and business wasn’t brought up, but Pearl could feel the tension in the air. They made lots of small talk. The house was magnificent, too big for just them, but the rich did things like that. It was appointed to perfection, and Mary was a great interior designer.

Theodore made sure they stayed at the table as it was cleared off except for coffee and brandies. He heard the door close and knew the staff had left for the day. He made sure of that, for he wanted no unintentional interruptions. He turned to Henry. “I looked at your proposal. It’s interesting, but I’m not sure that it will help you in the long run. I’d hate to put my money in and not get it back.”

His heart sank into his stomach when he heard that. Yet, why did he invite us to dinner if he was going to say no? This was his last chance as there was no one else. “I don’t have to tell you how difficult it is to get a loan nowadays. I’ll do anything to get this.” It sounded desperate, but he was. He saw Theodore stand up. He went to the cupboard and opened a drawer. He put a pile of cash on the table next to his coffee, but he didn’t sit back down. He walked behind Pearl and stopped behind her chair.

Pearl never saw that much cash in her life. It sat there, their future only inches away, yet he didn’t offer it. She looked up to see him stand over her. Then, she felt his hands on her shoulders. They touched her so lightly that she got goose bumps. Henry looked at her, and she saw the desperation in his eyes.

“How about you, Pearl? Would you do anything?”

She looked up at him, and she’d seen that look in his eyes from too many men before. She looked over at Mary, but she only smiled back. It was decision time. “Yes, I’d do anything for my husband.” His hands left her shoulders and went to her face. They touched her so delicately, as if she’d break.

“Put your hands flat on the table, Pearl.” It took her only a second for her to do it. His hand caressed the soft skin of her cheek, but his fingers went to her mouth. He tilted her head back so she had to stare at him. His fingers touched her soft, wet lips, so succulent. He felt her lips quiver, and she had a scared look in her eyes, but she didn’t move her hands from the table. His finger went to the corner of her mouth, and she didn’t stop him as the finger slid in. He felt her lips close on his finger as it pushed into her mouth and touched her tongue. He began to move it back and forth between her lips.

She kept her lips tight around his finger. She knew what he was doing. She was sucking his finger just as she would a prick. He kept it up for a minute, but then, he pulled it out. She saw it was wet with her spit. She looked at Henry, a shocked look on his face. She nodded to him, warning him not to say a word.

Theodore moved his hand down the front of her dress. He unbuttoned the top two buttons with deft fingers. Pearl watched him, but her hands never moved, although he saw them tremble. It didn’t take long before she felt one of his large hands slip into the top of her dress. It moved inside her slip, and she soon felt the unfamiliar hand of a strange man clench her naked breast. He sought out her nipple, and she couldn’t stop it from growing hard from the touch. Henry hadn’t touched it in a long time, and it was desperate for any touch. She saw Henry was about to say something, his mouth open but unable to utter any word yet.

“Quiet, Henry.” That is the first time she ever told her husband that, but she knew what she must do. She looked at Mary, but she only smirked and nodded back at her in acceptance. “I’ll do anything, Theodore.” She repeated her submission.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

“But, the money is ours if I do?”

“Yes, but only if you follow through on your words. Let’s go into the living room where I can find out if your actions meet your words.”

“Why don’t we go elsewhere, where we’ll have some privacy?” She didn’t want Henry to see this.

“I know Mary enjoys watching, and I’m sure that she can help Henry enjoy watching, also. You won’t mind, will you?”

This would make it more difficult and humiliating, but if that is what she had to do for their future, she’d do it. She felt him pull his hand out of her dress.

“Very nice breasts, Pearl, with big, hard nipples. I hope you’re that passionate.” He helped her up from the table, and he couldn’t help but run his hand across her ass as they walked to the living room.

There were two large couches in the living room across from each other. Mary and Henry walked behind them. “Come sit with me, Henry.” Mary sat next to him until their hips touched.

“Stop here,” Theodore instructed Pearl. “Turn to the right. Yes, that’s good. Now, get on your knees.” He saw the shocked look on her face. Her body trembled, but she slowly got to her knees. She was silhouetted so they would see his cock in her mouth when she sucked him. His cock threatened to break free of his pants if he didn’t release it.

Pearl expression pleaded with Henry not to say a word. Then, she saw Mary reach over to the front of his pants and touch him. Henry jumped at the touch, but Mary’s fingers moved in his lap. Pearl saw his shameful prick grow hard from her touch.

“Open your pants and pull them down to your ankles along with your shorts, Henry. I can feel you get hard. I think you’ll enjoy watching, and I’ll stroke your prick to make sure you do. If that is all right with you.” Her fingers curled around his growing erection.

“Do it, Henry,” Pearl told him.

Henry had never been with another woman since he married Pearl, but this would be something that neither one of them ever coped with. His hands went to his belt and opened it. It took only a minute to pull his pants down, taking his shorts off with them so he wouldn’t have to do this humiliating act twice. His cock jutted up in front of him in spite of it him siting half naked before Mary shamelessly. He saw Pearl look at his cock just as Mary’s fingers curled around the shaft. His cock jerked and shuddered, and her fingers gripped it tighter to control it. He hoped that Pearl couldn’t see the drops that leaked out the head. It had been a long time since he last came, so his balls were full. Mary held his cock as his gaze turned to his wife.

Pearl tried to turn away, but Theodore put his hand under her chin and made her look at his pants and shorts as they dropped to his ankles. He hastily kicked off his shoes, pants and shorts. He left his socks on for now. He was too eager. Pearl was so close that he could feel her hot breath blow on his cock. “You’re going to suck my cock, just as you do to Henry.” He had to grab his cock to control it when he saw her pink tongue slip out of her mouth and wet her succulent lips. He’d fantasized what they’d feel like around his cock for many days before today.

When Henry looked at Pearl, Theodore was naked from the waist down, and Pearl’s mouth was only inches from his big cock. Her mouth was already opening wide. He couldn’t believe what she was about to do.

Pearl had never done this with any other man, but she knew she had to do it. She felt his prick touch her lower lip. It was hot, and the minute it touched her lower lip, it jumped up and hit her upper lip before it dropped back down. Her hand instinctively rose up, and her fingers gripped the shaft to hold it tight. He was bigger than Henry, and she had to hold her fingers tightly around the shaft to control it. She began to move her head forward as she felt the smooth head of his prick slide over her tongue. She clasped her lips tightly around the shaft, capturing it just beneath the thick ridge where the flesh was sensitive. She let her teeth rub along the soft skin, and it made his prick jerk uncontrollably, but then, she pressed forward and took more of his prick in her mouth. Her tongue was flooded with a tiny jet of cum. She knew that she excited him. It gave her a strange pleasure that she could do it, in spite of the fact that he wasn’t her husband. She should be humiliated to be on her knees sucking his prick in front of her husband, but instead, she got a satisfaction that she gave him such pleasure.

Her teeth were sharp as they touched his cock, but he didn’t admonish her for it. The pain turned to pleasure in seconds, and he didn’t want to diminish her creativity. She might have talents that he never expected. She took more of his cock into her hot mouth, and he felt her tongue flutter beneath it. He couldn’t stop the precum that shot out unexpectedly. Her innocent mouth surprised him.

Pearl went to work on sucking his prick. Her head began to move back and forth as she kept her lips tight around the thick shaft. Her mouth was flooded with the salty, unpleasant taste of his cum, but she couldn’t do anything but grimace from the taste. She saw Henry out of the corner of her eyes, and Mary stroked his prick, but his eyes were on her. His cock was rock hard. Is it because Mary strokes his prick or does he get excited seeing me suck Theodore’s prick?

Theodore tilted her head up. “Let me see your eyes stare at me. You’re so beautiful, and I love to see your pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock so lovingly.” He stroked the soft skin of her cheek as he watched his cock disappear and then reappear from her mouth.

She began to take more of his prick in her mouth each time, drawing back until she felt the thick ridge slip through her lips, only to draw back down on it again but not before her tongue caressed the smooth head. Each time her tongue fluttered over it, more of his cum leaked out. She felt the head of his prick slide to the back of her mouth, yet half of his prick still was outside her lips. He was long. She opened her mouth wide as she pushed her head forward to take in his prick then let her tight lips slide over the shaft when she withdrew. She sucked in powerfully each time, drawing him into her mouth with powerful suction.

“Take it deeper, Pearl. I want to enjoy hearing your gag on my cock.” He didn’t do anything, not touching her, but letting her submit to his desires.

“You certainly are big and hard, Henry. Do you like watching your wife suck my husband? She does it well. Does she suck your cock as well?” Mary teased him, but her hand never stopped stroking his cock. He grew too excited, so she needed to do something. She wouldn’t let him cum until Theodore came in Pearl’s mouth. Her fingernails began to curl around the head of his cock. She scraped them along the sensitive flesh, and the tip of his cock glistened with leaking cum. The nail of her middle finger cut beneath the thick ridge of his cock, rubbing harshly back and forth with painful consequences.

His cock went from pain to pleasure and back to pain in seconds. His body was confused as to whether he enjoyed it or not. He couldn’t control the leaking cum that spilled out. It felt like she cut the skin beneath the head painfully, but his cock stayed hard and excited through it all. His eyes went back to Pearl as she sucked Theodore’s cock so passionately.

She felt Theodore began to pump with his hips, driving his prick deeper into her mouth. His hand held her head. She feared that he’d control her movements and drive too much into her mouth. She knew the only way to stop that was to give him what he wanted. If he wanted her to gag on his prick, she’d have to do it. Her head shoved harder when she took his prick in again. It slid over her tongue to the back of her mouth, and this time, it didn’t stop until she felt the thick head slam into the tiny opening of her throat. It was stopped by its overpowering size compared to her small throat, but it was like a stopper in a bottle. It plugged her throat and tickled her tonsils. It took only a second before it happened.

“GGGLUGGH!” Her stomach turned as she gagged. She struggled to hold back the bile in her belly from spilling free. She backed off his prick, but she knew that he wasn’t satisfied with just one. She looked into his eyes as she once again impaled her throat with his prick. Another deep gag came deep from her belly, but this was different. She pressed forward, and as she gagged, her throat opened up as if in surrender. She felt a small part of the sloped head of his prick begin to slip into her throat. It was a horrific feeling. It felt as though his prick was a live snake in her throat, jerking and moving.

“Hold it there, Pearl. Don’t back off.” It felt good with the head of his cock in her throat. The head was compressed tightly, but it was her tight muscles that rippled all over it that brought him the pleasure. He fought the urge to hold her head and keep her from backing off, but he wanted her complete surrender.

“GGGLLUGH!” She struggled to keep his prick in her throat, but it was the hardest thing she ever did. Her stomach turned, and she wretched as she struggled not to back off. Finally, she couldn’t do it any longer, pulling back, but she never let his prick leave her mouth. Her tongue went to work on running over the shaft and the head in hopes of giving him more pleasure than her throat did. She sucked him vigorously.

“Pearl swallows Theodore’s cock so well. It’s a testament to your training, Henry.” She reached between his legs and her fingers clasped onto his balls. Henry jumped and looked at her, but he did nothing to stop her as her fingers curled around his hairy ball sack and began to search out his elusive testicles. When she found them, she rolled them in her fingers as her other hand made broad strokes up and down his cock as she stood it up proudly.

Pearl had never sucked his cock like this. Henry felt jealous, but it was overcome by the way Mary handled his cock and balls so expertly. Pearl never did anything like that before. It was as if Mary examined his balls and cock intimately, running her fingers over them to capture them in her memory. His balls ached to cum, but she wouldn’t let him. It was as if she knew when he was ready and her hands would turn from pleasure to pain, but even now the pain felt good.

“Take it deep again, Pearl. Choke on my cock.” Theodore loved the way she obeyed him without questions or consequences. Her tight lips slipped back down the shaft, and he stared at her eyes as they opened wide and she gagged once again, but she never backed off. She took the head of his cock in her throat, this time deeper. Her lips curled all the way down the shaft until his black pubic hairs were pressed against her lips. He saw her mouth open and close as she continued to gag. “Yes, I love your lips on my balls, Pearl. You are a talented woman.”

Pearl should have been offended by his compliments, but she wasn’t. She was helping her husband, and that is all that mattered, or at least she tried to convince herself that was the reason. Deep down, she knew something different. She found pleasure in being subjected to Theodore’s demanding and perverted requests and a greater pleasure in doing it in front of others including her husband. It was so perverted, yet that is what drove her lust.

Theodore made her take his prick all the way down and hold it for long seconds two more times. Her stomach turned and wretched when she choked on his growing erection. In between, she sucked his prick with enthusiasm and drank the growing cum that she provoked from his prick. She knew it would be over soon, but then, she’d have to drink all his cum down. He wouldn’t be like Henry that let her spit out his cum. She was shocked when Theodore pulled his prick from her mouth. It left her hanging.

“Sit on the couch, Pearl.” Theodore quickly stripped the last of his clothes off. He saw her confused face as she sat on the couch.

It was strange to have a naked man come next to her. His hands went to the bottom of her dress, and he slipped it up as though he was her husband. She sat there as he pushed it all the way to her waist. She had to lift her ass off the couch to allow him. When she sat back down, she felt his hands grab her underwear. She didn’t expect this. She thought she’d finish him off with her mouth, but he still had a raging erection, and it looked as though he had other thoughts. She allowed him to slip her underwear off. She kept her thighs closed after she was stripped from the waist down. She waited for his command.

“Lie back on the couch and spread your legs. I’m going to fuck you, Pearl. Give me a good ride and squeeze my cock.”

Mary squeezed Henry’s cock hard to control him as Theodore readied to mount Pearl. “Nice and slow,” she stroked his cock. “Watch your wife get fucked, Henry.”

This was obscene, forced to watch Pearl get fucked by another man while his cock was stroked. Yet, Henry’s erection refused to go away and his balls ached deep down with the need to unload his pent-up lust.

She lay on the couch, her head leaning against the armrest. Her dress was high up her legs.

“I said spread your legs, Pearl.” He pushed her dress all the way up to her waist. He stared at her red bush. He’d never seen a natural redhead naked. Her pubic hairs looked so fine. He moved to stand at the other side of the couch so he had a good view.

He stood at her feet. She brought her knees up slightly because the couch was too short for her to stretch out on. She began to spread her legs, and she saw Theodore’s prick bounce excitedly as she was vividly exposed.

“More,” he urged her, and her pussy began to open up like a spring flower. He was ready and so was she.

Mary stroked Henry’s cock harder and faster as Theodore grabbed one of Pearl’s legs and pushed it up and out. He reached over and grabbed her other leg and did the same until he had them both high up in the air, knees bent and spread widely.

Her pussy lips opened wide, and he could see the wet pink skin of her inner lips. He wasn’t surprised that she was wet. He often found this in women that led a private, cloistered life with only one man. He began to rub the head of his cock up and down her slit and saw her body shiver. He spoke to her softly so Henry wouldn’t hear. “You’re so wet, Pearl. I knew you’d love submitting. I’m going to take you every way that is possible, some that you never realized,” he warned her.

She realized now that it wouldn’t be just today. He’d want more, and she feared what else he’d do to her in front of her husband. But she had worries that were more urgent now. She felt the head of his prick placed against the tight opening of her pussy. He grabbed her legs and pushed them back until she was almost bent in half. The plane of her sex was opened up and the head of his prick slowly nestled inside. She felt her muscles ripple along it, and then, Theodore mounted her and sent three inches of prick in her pussy in a single thrust that shattered her sheltered life. She was ashamed that it didn’t hurt, but she knew why. She was soaked and her pussy was welcoming.

Theodore took his time to fuck her. Her pussy was so tight that he wanted to savor every moment as her muscles squeezed his cock. His hips moved slowly and deliberately as he fed her inch after inch of cock into her hot, tight pussy. When he bottomed out, he moved his hips upward to stretch her in ways she was never stretched before. He put both knees on the couch as he grew more excited, and his thrusts became more urgent and hard. He made sure she felt every thrust inside her as his cock head smashed against her cervix with such authority.

At the beginning, Theodore wasn’t quick and hard. She began to squeeze his cock with her pussy muscles. She didn’t even do that with Henry. He was quick and over before she knew it. She felt Theodore’s cock draw back and struggle as her tight muscles gripped him so tightly. Then, he was back in, taking her fully with each thrust. Her legs were almost against her chest as she was bent in half so her pussy could be taken with ease. Then, Theodore began to pick up the pace, thrusting in and out with greater frequency and harshness, but it never hurt as he plunged back in. She was too wet and too excited from having a cock inside her after such a long absence. She knew she’d make him cum soon, so she did everything she could to squeeze his cock and bring him off inside her.

Theodore enjoyed the way she squeezed his cock, as if it were a hundred fingers that rippled along it, but he wanted to relish the tight hole as long as he could. He pulled out abruptly and stood up.

“On your knees again, Pearl.”

She got up reluctantly and kneeled before him. His prick bounced in front of her, slick with her juices mixed with his. She opened her mouth without him asking and began to suck his cock. Like before, he made her suck him, then she had to take him all the way down to his balls and that made her choke, but she found it was easier to hold his prick in her throat, in spite of him moving his hips from side to side to force his prick to corkscrew deeper into her throat. He did this twice before he ordered her back on the couch.

She lay back on the couch and remembered to spread her legs wide. Theodore joined her immediately, yanking her legs to bend her in half and then made her point her legs straight up into the air. He plunged into her pussy and immediately began to fuck her, taking her with the full measure of his cock. She hated to admit to herself that it felt good. He pumped her and rubbed her pussy in just the right way to stretch her in ways she’d never been stretched before. She saw Henry look at her, but her gaze went to his prick as Mary stroked it. She’d never seen him this big and hard. It was either Mary’s touch or seeing her ravished by Theodore that excited him so much.

“NNNooo, noooot theeere,” her false sense of security was shattered when Theodore’s hand slid beneath her. His finger sought out her ass, and before she realized what he was searching for, she felt her anus penetrated by a wet finger. It pushed through her sphincter and wormed its way into her rectum to push hard against her reluctant muscles. At the same time, she was probed in her guts, his body shifted upward, and as he pumped her, he rubbed her pleasure button in just the right way. She didn’t know why or how, but she came. She couldn’t believe that she’d betray her husband this way, but Theodore knew just the right things that she didn’t even realize sent her pleasure over the edge. Her body shuddered, and she came loudly, as Theodore kept up what he was doing. Her body rolled from one plateau to another until she thought it would never end. But it did, yet Theodore still hadn’t cum yet. She couldn’t understand why not. Aren’t I any good? He’d fucked her mouth and pussy for a long time. Henry never had that type of stamina.

“Not yet, Henry. Pearl came explosively, even when she had a finger up her ass. I bet you do that to her all the time.” Mary knew that was a lie. “Wait for Theodore. When he cums, you can.”

Henry was never denied his pleasure like this before. His balls ached, but he couldn’t deny that his cock was rock hard, harder than it ever was. Her hand expertly kept him on the edge without letting him spill over.

Theodore got off Pearl, reluctantly pulling his cock out of her pussy. “Get on your knees, Pearl.”

This is what she feared. He didn’t cum in her pussy. Will he cum in my mouth? She knelt submissively and opened her mouth wide as he placed his cock inside. Her lips clasped around it.

“Suck the head only, but pump the shaft with your hand. Everyone wants to see my cum shoot out into your willing mouth.” He wouldn’t last long now. His cum boiled up in his balls, and he needed to explode.

She stared at Henry, not at Theodore, as she obeyed. Her lips curled around the head to trap it, but her hand stroked the shaft rapidly, drawing the loose skin back and forth as her nails found soft flesh to dig in to keep him on the edge. Her other hand went between his legs and she hefted his ball sack and then she began to clench onto it to roll his balls around inside. She felt some of his cum leaking out and knew he was on the edge. She pumped faster and her mouth opened wide and her tongue pushed out for Henry to see Theodore’s climax in her mouth and the way his cum would shamefully fill her mouth. She wanted to feel the humiliation of her husband watching her submit to this shameful act.

“Now, Henry. Pump your cock and cum.” Mary released his cock. He instantly took over, driven by his own lust. Mary watched Henry’s final degradation as he masturbated to his own climax.

Henry couldn’t take his eyes off Pearl as she masturbated Theodore to cum in her mouth. His thick, white cum shot out and covered her lip and tongue with his sperm just as he did the same thing. His cum shot up almost a foot before it fell back down to earth by its own weight. He continued to pump his wet, cum-drenched cock as he spurted each time Theodore spurted into Pearls mouth. His wife gobbled up his cum as if it was the finest champagne. She’d told him before she hated the taste of cum, but that is not what it looked like now. She had a smile on her face as she licked his cock and swallowed his abundant cum. Even after he finished cumming in her mouth, she took his cock in and her lips closed around the head. He could see the way her cheeks moved when her tongue worked over the head of his cock to clean it. Then, she took broad strokes with her head as her tight lips gathered up the last of his cum from his cock. It was only then that she pushed his cock from her mouth, glistening in the light from the spit that covered it. He looked down at the cum that was all over his hand and cock. There was no one to clean up his cum. Mary got up as soon as he started to cum.

* * *

As Henry gathered up the cash, Theodore told him of the last requirement. “You’ll come to dinner one Sunday every month so you can fill me in on how the business is doing.”

Henry knew that was a lie. So did Pearl, but she agreed without hesitation, although she might not have agreed so readily if she knew what would happen the next month. She should have known after she felt his finger in her ass.

The next Sunday, after a leisurely dinner and brandy, they retired to the living room. Henry didn’t need to be told to pull his pants down, and he soon felt the pleasure of Mary’s hand inspiring his cock, although it was Theodore stripping his wife completely naked that inspired his erection, especially when she knelt and took his cock down her throat without hesitation. She did it as if she’d done it for years.

Pearl was shocked to say the least when Theodore bent her over the arm of the couch, her ass thrust up high and her legs spread wide. She tried to protest as he rubbed lubricant between her cheeks, and she howled when his fingers found her anus and penetrated it with such speed and dexterity. She knew she was in trouble after he lubricated her bowels. He kept a hand on her back to keep her bent over submissively as his prick began to probe her anus. Her scream was echoed by Henry’s protest when Theodore began the ritualistic thrusting of the act of sodomy on her while Mary stroked Henry’s cock, but Mary had two fingers shoved unceremoniously up his ass.

What have we become? They both came while being taken and probed in such an unlikely and degrading place. Pearl felt her bowels flooded with Theodore’s cum while Henry clenched the probing fingers in his guts as he came. It was as if he tried to milk the fingers.

The arrangement lasted for five more months, but not because Theodore grew tired of showing Pearl more degrading acts. She took to bondage with such pleasure. It was Henry’s failure to turn around his business that ended it. He lost the company to the creditors. He fell into depression of his own after he lost all his wealth. But, it ended up having a silver lining. Theodore hired Pearl to help run the orphanage. She’d be a good person to talk to the students that turned eighteen and enlighten them on what to expect if they accepted Theodore’s offer. Pearl had found her life was missing so much that she never realized until Theodore opened up her mind to such unbelievable pleasure through the simple act of submission to a dominating partner. She could recount her experience, not just facts or conjecture.


CHAPTER 3

The Beginning for Catherine

Catherine lived all sixteen years of her life in the Back Bay of Boston. She led a pampered life, although she never realized it. She went to a private school, with all the students from prominent and wealthy Bostonian families. Her social circle was wealthy. She never realized there was any other life, even when she saw it on the street.

She took after her mother, a brown-haired beauty. Her blossoming breasts began to fill her dress along with her full hips and buttocks. She’d become a woman. Her complexion was pale but flawless, with hazel eyes that sparkled with curiosity. She’d already attracted the attention of boys, and with her female friends, they learned how to lead men on without giving them anything they wanted and desired. Catherine would preserve her virginity until she married the proper man, but she had many more years before she’d be ready for marriage.

Her life was idyllic until the week before Halloween in 1929. She was excited at attending the Halloween party that was the talk of the city. She had a princess costume that showed off her blossoming figure to her date, Clifford.

She came home from school for the weekend. She knew something was wrong as soon as she entered. She could hear her mother wailing in the other room. She wasn’t crying; it was something more extreme. She’d never heard anything like it before. She threw her suitcase down and raced to the living room. Her mother was huddled over the couch, and the sounds that came from her were shattering. A woman stood next to her, and it looked as though she tried to console her to no avail.

“What did you do to her?” Catherine yelled at the unknown woman.

“Are you Catherine?” Ethel said with a nervous voice. She already had this one that was on the verge. She couldn’t handle a younger one. This was the part of her job that she hated.

“Yes,” but she ignored the woman to turn to her mother. “Mother, what’s wrong, what did she do to you? Where’s Dad?” Panic set in. She didn’t know what to do as her mother didn’t answer, sobbing away. Her mother didn’t answer or look up. It was as if Catherine wasn’t here.

Ethel had to say something, and she hoped the daughter would take it better. “I’m sorry, but your father is dead.” Ethel let go of the mother and tried to put her arm around Catherine, but she was pushed away.

“What did you do to him?” Is this woman dangerous? She didn’t look like a woman that would be friends with her parents. She was too common. Catherine stepped back from her.

“I didn’t do anything. I’m with the Boston Police Department. Your father committed suicide this morning.” Ethel had done this too many times since the stock market crashed. All of the suicides were of the very wealthy.

“Where, how?” Catherine stammered. She’d seen him last weekend. He was worried about the stock market, but Catherine didn’t understand business, so she just shrugged it off. He’d already left for work on Monday when she went back to school.

“He jumped out of a twelfth story window of the Statler Building. I’m sorry, Catherine.”

“My mother, what’s wrong with her?” Catherine was in shock, not fully grasping that her father was gone, more worried about her mother, which was in the room but unresponsive.

“She didn’t take the news very good,” but that was an understatement.

“Do something,” Catherine shouted at her.

“I’ve called for an ambulance.” Just then, the sound of the siren in the distance grew louder. “Go out front and bring them in.” Ethel didn’t want to leave the mother alone.

Catherine rushed as the ambulance pulled up, followed by a police car. “Hurry, inside, my mother needs you.”

Catherine nervously watched the ambulance men work on her mother, but nothing seemed to work. They put her on a stretcher, and Catherine saw them give her an injection. It took a minute or two, and then, her mother quieted down. Catherine looked into her eyes, but there was no recollection. It was as if she wasn’t in there. They began to wheel her out. “I’m going with you.”

“No, you can’t.” Ethel stopped her. “They’re not allowed to take you anyway,” she lied. She was glad when another officer arrived. She didn’t want to give Catherine a chance to think of anything else. “We’ll go with the officer.”

“Yes, yes.” They’d go to the hospital. She got into the police car after locking the door of the house. The woman sat next to her in the back seat. They drove for quite a while, and Catherine didn’t recognize anything. It wasn’t the good part of the city. Then, they pulled into the back of an old building. There was a guard at the gate, and he allowed them to pass. “What hospital is this?” Catherine wouldn’t allow her mother be treated at such a place. It must be a mistake. She’d have her moved as soon as she could.

“It’s Boston Orphanage.” Ethel was glad when the gate closed behind them. At least she couldn’t escape.

“Orphanage, why did they bring my mother here?” Still nothing registered in her confused head.

“Your mother was sent to Danvers Mental Hospital. This is for you until we can find a relative to take you in.”

“No, no, no, take me home. I can take care of myself. I’m sixteen.”

“We can’t do that. From what I understand, your father committed suicide because he was broke. He lost everything. It won’t be long before your house is foreclosed on. You’ll stay here. I’m sure it will only be a day or two.” Ethel would be rid of her. This was as far as her job went. She’d have more days like this if what she heard about the stock market and the coming troubles for the country were true.

It was a deplorable place. It was filthy and overcrowded. Two burly men that had no respect for a woman brought her in. They hustled her off without much of an answer to any of her questions. She was thrown into a ward that had twenty beds. She never saw such children before. Some were very young and cried for hours. Others were older, and they looked at Catherine dangerously. She feared for her life.

The food was terrible, almost swill, and she feared what looked like meat was bugs. She couldn’t eat a thing. It had been two days now. She was dressed in rags that they called uniforms. She hated to clean herself in the communal showers. Some of the older girls looked at her as a man would. That scared her.

It was the third night that Catherine was startled awake. She felt hands on her in her dreams, soft, caressing hands on her breasts. Then, she realized that she wasn’t dreaming. When she opened her eyes, there was a girl on the bed with her. She looked down to see her top pulled up and her breasts bare. The girl’s hands were pinching her nipple. “What are you doing? Get off of me!” She yelled out in indignation, not caring who heard what she said.

“Quiet, honey. I know you like it. Your nipples are hard little peaks. They love my touch. Wait until I lick your quim and I make you cum.” Rosie had been eying her since she was brought in three days ago. She had a lovely body, and Rosie was sure that she was innocent. Rosie might use her tongue, but her fingers would bust her cherry, too. She grabbed Catherine’s arms and pinned her down as she climbed on top of her. She shoved her knees between her legs and forced her to spread wide. She settled her quim on hers and began to rub erotically on her. “You know you want it.”

Catherine didn’t know where she got the strength from. She was panicked when the girl climbed on top of her and began to hump her like a dog. It disgusted her. She had to do something, so her arms began to flail out. She clenched her fists as she pounded on the girl. She managed to free one leg and pushed it up and connected with the girl’s crotch. As the girl screamed out, Catherine swung her fist, and she was surprised that it connected with the girls chin. With all that she did, the girl went flying off her bunk and slammed onto the floor with a resounding bang. Everyone woke up, including the matron that came running through the door.

“What’s going on here?” The matron hated when the girls disturbed her at night. She saw Rosie on the floor and was surprised to see her lip bleeding, and she hugged her crotch. Even more surprising, it was the rich girl that did it. She was a timid thing, and she didn’t expect this from her. “Get up and get to your bunk, Rosie.” She kicked her to impress upon her the need for urgency. She scampered away, her spirits broken. “You don’t start trouble, Missy,” the matron scolded Catherine. “Everyone go to sleep; it’s all over.”

* * *

Theodore had to work fast when he got the news. She wouldn’t last another day at Boston Orphanage. She shouldn’t have been taken there, but there was a mix-up, and she got lost in the paperwork. It was only by the luck of one of his informants in the juvenile department of the police department that alerted him of the incident.

The girl that tried to attack her growled at Catherine, and she tried to act brave back, but she was terrified. The girls lip was cut, and she walked funny. She threatened to get back at her. She was scared when she was taken to the head matron’s office. She feared that she was in trouble over last night’s incident.

“Sit down,” the matron huffed at her.

Catherine saw the other woman in the room. She wasn’t like the matrons. She was refined and well-dressed. She smiled at her.

The head matron signed the papers and handed them to the woman. She took the envelope from her. She opened it, and Catherine saw the money that was inside.

“She’s all yours.” The head matron loved these deals. “Tell me if you have any other interests.”

“Only well-bred women if you should come across another.” She turned to Catherine. “Come with me, Catherine. Let’s get out of this place.”

Catherine didn’t have anything to get, so she walked out with the woman without asking any questions. Going anywhere had to be better. They got into a limousine, and the good life came back to Catherine immediately, as if she never left. The seats were plush and the car smelled good.

They drove for quite a while before they pulled up in front of a large home, but there was a sign at the front. New Beginnings Orphanage, it read. But it was nothing like the other orphanage. The grounds were manicured and lush. It was in the country away from the stench of the bad section of Boston.

“This is your new home, Catherine.”

She didn’t say anything, grateful to be out of that hellhole, but she’d hold back her approval until she saw more. Her life had become too confusing over the last week, and she had no experiences to deal with it.

She found nothing that she didn’t like about it, except for not being her home. She had her own room. There was a nice dining room with linen, china and silverware. There was a parlor that was furnished grandly. The only thing she objected to was that all the doors to the outside were locked. She finally asked. “How many other girls are here?”

“You are the first, but we are equipped for seven maximum. The others will be here shortly if our calculations are correct. You’ll find it a nice place, much better than where you came from. You’ll live your life almost as you did before, refined and educated in the proudest traditions. We have very few rules. Fine ladies such as you should be chaste and pure, so we forbid masturbation or girl exploration. Any infractions will be treated severely. You don’t want to go back to Boston Orphanage, and you’re too young to be allowed to live on your own. The world is becoming a dangerous and unforgiving place for a young woman that has no one to care for her.”

“What happens when I turn eighteen?”

“You will be given an alternative, and you’ll be able to decide. We’ll make sure that you have all the available information to make an informed decision. You’ll be shown what life is like outside before you turn eighteen, although it will be a controlled environment, so it doesn’t jeopardize your safety.”

“What of my mother?”

“I’m sorry to say that your mother will not recover her mental facilities. You’ll have a chance to visit her, but you’ll see that she is only a shell of your mother that is left. It’s just her body, not her mind.”

“My home?”

“It has been seized by the bank, and it’ll be sold at auction, along with everything in it. Your father lost everything. That is why he committed suicide. He couldn’t face you or your mother with his failure.”

Catherine lay in the tub filled with bubbles as she tried to let go of the last four days, as if she could wash it away. So much had happened, but she felt secure once again, although she was alone. There were clothes in the closet, fine clothes, just as she had at home. Her bedroom was fit for a fine young lady with anything she needed.

* * *

It was lonely for two weeks, a few staff members were in the house, but no one her age. Then Frances arrived. It was nice to talk to someone her own age and status. Three weeks later, Eva arrived, and a day later Anna. Jane and Lucille were the last, and they arrived together. They’d known each other before. There was never a seventh. Catherine didn’t know why, but she wouldn’t pry or ask.

They were all sixteen years old, which made it nice. They all had similar bad experiences with their parents meeting untimely deaths or incapacitation caused by the financial crisis. None of them was prepared for a life of poverty, and they were all lucky to be chosen for New Beginnings Orphanage, although they never knew why. They didn’t want to know, content to be in a place that was far more attractive than the city or state facilities.


CHAPTER 4

Catherine Chooses

For Catherine, the last two years was a cloistered life. They had no social interaction except for the staff of the orphanage and each other. There was almost no interaction with men or boys. None of the staff were male, and except for brief glimpses of handymen or delivery boys, they saw none. Yet, this was at an age when a young woman’s hormones raged, and it was difficult to control, especially with the rules on masturbation or girl exploration, although two girls did run afoul of that one time.

As Catherine’s birthday fast approached, six months from now, and her future uncertain, she began to worry. She had long discussions with one of the aides, Pearl. Pearl was no longer married, but she had been before her husband lost their fortune. She was worldly, and no topic was taboo with her. It was from her that Catherine began to learn more of sex and men’s desires. She never had this discussion with her mother, and what Pearl told her surprised her.

Catherine was also the first girl to go outside the orphanage, accompanied by Pearl and under strict supervision. It wasn’t fun shopping trips or educational visits to museums. Pearl took her to soup kitchens, and the both of them ladled food for the long lines of hungry families, or they helped at homeless shelters.

The lines went around the church building as they waited for a chance at a meager hot meal. Catherine hadn’t seen such bad food since the Boston Orphanage, yet the people cried out for seconds, although it was against the rules until all of the people got firsts. It never happened. The line was always longer than the food lasted. It was then that Catherine saw the desperation and hunger in the eyes of the families that got turned away. She saw many girls her age, and they were destitute and their eyes showed their desperation.

In two years, the world had turned to a bad place that Catherine no longer recognized. Not even the wealthy were immune. She saw where she’d lived, now boarded up and in disrepair. The neighbors’ houses weren’t much better. Even the ones occupied suffered neglect. Catherine saw all the people begging on the streets or trying to make a living selling apples or newspapers. She saw the long lines for a single job. She saw the anger and violence on the streets of her once-proud Boston. Stores were boarded up, and people slept in the doorways of building. Thugs stole from the helpless that had little. It was survival of the fittest.

Catherine was surprised that Pearl never tried to tell her it would be all right once she left the orphanage in six months. She took her on numerous visits to help in the soup kitchens and see the poverty that was the way of life for too many. Catherine saw the bleakest life outside, and she grew despondent of her fate.

It was one month before her birthday that the conversations with Pearl began to change. Catherine had forgotten the promise at the beginning when she was the first orphan, but it suddenly popped into her head as if it was a warning or premonition. “You’ll be given an alternative, and you’ll be allowed to choose,” the woman had told her.

“You’ve lived a good life here, Catherine, a chaste life. You’re still a virgin and that is a prized possession. You’re educated, intelligent and beautiful. You know how to manage and interact among the rich. You were brought here for a reason.” Pearl would have to convince her. That was her job.

“What has my virginity got to do with it?” She was confused.

“There are very wealthy men and women that brought you here and funded your living expenses for the last two years. As you noticed, the six of you are beautiful, young women that are coming of age soon. You all had privileged upbringing that should’ve ended when your parents lost their money. These benefactors saved you. I’ve given you a glimpse of what the world is like out there. It’s changed a lot in the two years you’ve stayed here. We’ve looked for family members that might want to take you in, but none of them were forthcoming. They’d been beset by money problems like the rest of the world has.”

“I still don’t understand.”

“Men have desires for young, innocent women. Especially older men, though these men are hardly that old. They’re in their forties, fit and most are handsome and refined. Their wives are younger, in their thirties and are devoted to their husbands’ well-being and happiness. They’ll do anything for them.”

Catherine felt stupid when it dawned on her so suddenly. She never realized she was so unworldly until this very moment. “One of these men wants to take my virginity?”

“Yes, that is true, but there’s more.” Pearl let her digest the answer first.

“He’ll pay to do it, as if I was some cheap whore?” Now she was offended. Was I brought for the last two years to be a whore? Were all of us? “Will they throw me away once he has taken my innocence?”

“No, it’s more than that. These men want well-bred women. They’ll take care of you until you are twenty-five and then give you a stated sum of money to provide for your future. You’ll still be young enough to make a new life, but you’ll have the means to do it on your own terms.”

“Seven years!” She couldn’t believe it. “Won’t they grow tired of me once they take my innocence?”

“There is more than just that, Catherine. You’re not worldly in the pleasures of men and their depravities. You’ll have to play the part of an actress. They love the reluctance and shame of a young virgin surrendering to an older, demanding man. That is what drives their desires. Even after you lose your innocence, they want to see you fight their desires to take you, making you give it up in surrender. What I am proposing is not what you would call normal relations between a man and a woman. There will be more than one person present, sometimes as many as all six couples in attendance. We can talk more about what might be asked of you later. Think about what we talked about and give it serious consideration. It could be the most important decision in your life.”

Catherine’s head was clouded with such depraved visions. She went back to her room, the indecision as bad as the thought of what would happen on the street next month if she was released. Pearl told her not to talk to the other girls. Pearl would have the same discussion with them when it was their time.

* * *

Catherine got a quick education on sex by Pearl in the next month. She couldn’t believe that women would do such things or men would want to. Not only her quim, but they’d also want her mouth. But what was the most degrading act was that they’d take her backside, taking her in a place that wasn’t meant to be penetrated in such a manner. Further discussions grew to bondage, tying her up and taking her as if it was against her will. That was where she’d play the reluctant woman to inspire their lust. Catherine knew that would be easy. She’d naturally be reluctant.

But it was the humiliation of having it all done in front of others that would watch and grow aroused at her shameful acts that bothered her most. Not only men, but also women would watch. Catherine should’ve never asked the question, but she did. “Would women want to touch me, too?” Two of the girls here were caught attempting that.

“Yes, you’d be required to do what the other women would want, also. Men enjoy watching girl sex.”

That shocked her, but she should’ve known. She even felt a twinge of curiosity when she heard about the two girls that were caught.

Catherine’s education grew with each discussion, but Pearl refused to let her see any books on it. “I don’t want you to lose that reluctance and innocence. You should be surprised the first time.”

But Catherine had never seen a grown man’s prick before, although she’d seen the small penis of a child. But she knew that it got big and hard as a man matured. She wondered how big and hard.

She found out that there was another wing in the house where the ones that selected to stay would live until all six had chosen. They’d also be gone at times, visiting the homes of the six couples or elsewhere for periods of time. They’d have more freedom when visiting. They’d be someone’s niece. It was a nice name for something not so nice. She wondered if everyone would know what being a niece entailed.

It was the final week before Catherine made her decision. It was her first adult decision, and it was the most important. She’d grown up, and she was a woman. She had no parents or relatives to fall back on, and she saw the way the world crumbled outside. She only had one thing to barter and that was her looks and innocence. She’d made the best deal she could using what she had to offer.

“I will take the offer.” She saw the way Pearl’s face brightened at the news. She wondered how the other girls would take it.

“That’s a very mature decision, Catherine. You won’t regret it. I never did.”

Did Pearl have a secret that she never disclosed? Did she end up having to make a similar decision? Is that why she has this job? Catherine never mentioned to Pearl that she’d been having these strange dreams and fantasies. It was about what would happen to her. They weren’t scary or fearful. In fact, they were arousing, and Catherine couldn’t wait until she’d be free to masturbate. She’d have to hide her arousal when it first happened. She remembered that she’d have to act reluctant, even after it happened the first time. They wanted the pleasure of taking her. They didn’t want a woman that would give it up easily. They could buy that with a cheap whore. Catherine would make sure that they got their money’s worth. And she’d hoped that she might enjoy some pleasure in these acts that would be perpetrated on her body.

* * *

They had a birthday party for Catherine. It was a festive occasion, and Catherine got many more gifts than she had in previous years. Most of them were clothes, but what else would a young woman want. Some of them were daring and sexy, but that only made her feel more like a woman. Catherine told the other girls that she’d go live with her uncle that was newly uncovered until she could get on her feet. They’d find out soon enough after all of them had made their decisions in the next six months.

“Some man will be lucky to see you in that,” Anna teased her. The lacey white slip would reveal a large portion of her ample bosom, and the thin material wouldn’t be able to hide erect nipples. All of the girls were excited that Catherine was a woman and could go out into the world to seek her sexual pleasure.

Catherine tried to be festive, but she was torn. Yes, she was a woman, but she’d venture into a strange world she never knew existed. It wouldn’t be with girls her age but older men and women that would teach her the ways of men and their desires. The unknown scared her and also excited her. Will I be able to perform and act the part they want from me?

When the party was over, she said her goodbyes. Her things were packed and in the car that waited outside. She’d be brought back after the first day to live in the other wing, but her first time would happen later that day. She got into the car, and it drove off with her in the back seat by herself for the first time. There was only a driver, no one would chaperone her any longer. She was free to leave if she wanted to, but she had already chosen the other alternative.

It was a nice drive into the country, and Catherine felt good. Her former life in the orphanage was gone. She’d usher in a new chapter that day. She was surprised when she looked out the window and saw the mansion. There was no other way to describe it. It made her old house look like a hovel. Her parent’s wealth paled in comparison to this. She was nervous when the car drove around back instead of the front.

Edward greeted her as he held the door open for her. His cock hardened at the sight of her body. He knew what would transpire today, and even though he wouldn’t participate, the visions of what would happen entered in his head. He’d been with Mr. Lewis for five years now. He handled the more delicate issues that Mr. Lewis got involved in, this one being the most important. He followed the orphanage in detail for the last two years to make sure it ran efficiently. This was the first test of the results, and Edward would make sure that everything went as Mr. Lewis desired.

“Welcome, Miss Catherine,” he watched as she got out. “I’m Edward, and I’ll be your liaison with Mr. Lewis.”

She looked at him, younger than she expected. He was in his early thirties, handsome and dapper, dressed in a nice suit and tie, all prim and proper. She wondered what a liaison did. “Thank you.”

“I’ll take you upstairs so you can freshen up and change your clothes.”

“I’ll need my suitcase.”

“Everything you need is upstairs in the room according to Mr. Lewis’s wishes.”

She should’ve known that this whole thing would be orchestrated. These couples had spent a considerable amount of money in the last two years, and they expected very specific results. “Thank you.”

They went through the kitchen and up a back stairway to the bedrooms upstairs. She was taken to a room, not what she expected. It was nice, as nice as the orphanage, but nothing lavish. It wasn’t where she’d expect to lose her innocence. There must be something more. She saw the clothes on the bed. She’d thought she dressed well before, but it was nothing like this.

She’d heard about them, all the girls did, but with their sheltered life, they never were allowed to go out with boys. It was what they called a flapper dress. It was outrageous, not the staid clothes that they’d worn. It was black, but it was covered in fringe that would shimmer with every movement of her body. It was short, but on the bed was a black garter belt and black stockings. She’d never worn stocking before and hoped that she’d be able to figure out how to put them on with the garter belt. Instead of a camisole, there was the new invention, a brassiere. She held it up. It was a shameless article. It would cover her breasts but nothing else. It had two cups that would cradle her breasts. She had matching black bloomers made of the finest silk she ever touched before. She expected that it would be as if her body was caressed with every step once she dressed.

“You have two hours to get ready. Someone will come for you.” Edward left her without a response. He hoped this went according to the plan. If not, Edward’s position could be eliminated or he’d be replaced. Mr. Lewis paid extremely well for his services and secrecy, and Edward didn’t want to lose this position.

She didn’t know why, but she took a quick bath. She wanted to be fresh. She began to get dressed, starting with the bloomers and then the brassiere. It was a strange garment that went over her shoulders and then was secured in the back with a hook. She pulled on the garter belt and carefully opened the stockings. She knew enough that they would get runs in them if not handled carefully. They were black with a seam up the back. It took a while to get the seam to run straight up her legs. She looked in the mirror and was surprised. She never looked so sexy. She was a woman.

The dress was next. When she moved, it shimmered over every part of her body, from her breasts to her hips. It was as though her body moved sensuously. She found the makeup. They weren’t allowed to wear it, but they were given a good collection of glamour magazines over the years. They might not have gotten out in the world, but they knew what the world wore. She loved the look of ruby-red lips and rouge on her pale skin. It made her features stand out so vividly.

She looked at the clock, fifteen more minutes. Now, she grew nervous. It was about to become a reality, although she knew little of what would happen in reality. That is what scared her. She paced around the room for fifteen minutes, unable to sit down.

Theodore and Mary were seated in the front. Although they were friends with the other couples for years, Theodore was nervous. This would be the first time that this would happen, although it wouldn’t be the last. All of his friends would see him naked. He’d perform as much as Catherine would. The other couples had arrived and took their seats behind them, as was fitting. Theodore would be the one that took Catherine. The blue velvet upholstered chairs were lush and comfortable, tables near them held their drinks. It was as if they were at a play or symphony, all except for the plain bed in front of them instead of stage.

It was a simple pine bed. There was no footboard to hide the view, but there was a large headboard with sturdy slats. Lying on top of it was the leather straps. The bed might be simple, but it was covered in the finest white silk sheets with a large overstuffed pillow. There were no blankets as none would be needed to hide her body. All of the chairs had a good view of the bed.

The knock on the door made her jump even though the clock said it was the exact time. She opened the door, and there were two men standing there, neither had a smile on their faces. They wore blue shirts and black pants, with suspenders to hold them up. They had small caps on their heads. One of them had a scar next to his mouth that looked as though his lips were always snarled. The other squinted at her as though he was sizing her up. She grew scared quickly by them, not what she expected. They looked like ruffians.

“Com’on,” he ordered her gruffly.

She walked out of the room but not fast enough. With one on each side of her, they held her arms as if she was about to bolt away. They walked down the back stairway but then went into the main part of the house. They passed through a large parlor before they pulled her into a room. It was strange. It was filled with people sitting in chairs, all staring at a single bed in the front. They turned to her as soon as she walked into the room. The men pulled her to the front of the room to face the people in front of her, the bed behind her. They stopped but didn’t let go of her arms.

“We found this floozy snooping around, boss.”

“I’ve seen her nosing around before,” Theodore said back. “I think she needs to be taught a lesson.” He looked at the two men. “You know what to do.” He nodded to them with a smirk on his face. His cock was hard as a rock when he saw her. He hadn’t seen her in years, and she blossomed to a fine young lady with a nice body, an innocent body that was his to do as he pleased.

“My, we certainly are big,” Mary whispered as she reached over and put her hand on his thigh, although she didn’t touch his prick. Just the closeness of it made it jump in his pants.

“Pull up your dress and let us see what’s beneath it,” the ruffian ordered her. He didn’t expect her to do it willingly, so he released her arm, but he swung his hand until it connected on her buttocks. His partner held her other arm as she was jerked forward by the blow. The people in the chairs jumped from the loud noise, not expecting him to spank her.

“OOOOWWW!” No one had ever spanked her before. It burned all the way down to the bone, but she was hit on the other side before the pain of the first blow went away. He’d released her arm, but the other man grabbed her arm and held her to keep her from escaping. “OOOOOWWWWW!” He hit harder, and his hand made her flesh sting painfully. Her buttocks were sore, and the muscles clenched uncontrollably from the pain.

“Ain’t gonna tell you again. Pull up your dress! We love to knock dames around.”

Catherine whimpered, and she saw the man get ready to hit her again. She couldn’t take much more of this. She didn’t expect to feel pain. “No, I’ll do it,” she cried out in surrender.

Joseph loved it when the woman was spanked. That is what made him hard. He knew one of the women at the orphanage had nice, full buttocks that were built for spanking, and she’d be his first. He’d take his time with her to savor all the pleasure of her cries and begging before he would take her.

All of the men had raging erections when Catherine looked forward, and she bent over slightly to grip the bottom of her dress. Her face was flushed, and it grew redder as she slowly pulled the dress up her legs. She paused just beneath her crotch, as her legs were uncovered all the way to the bottom of her garter belt. Another slap to her buttocks reminded her of disobeying, although it wasn’t as painful as the first ones. Did he hit me lighter, or did I get used to it? Or did I begin to like it?

“Above your waist,” he admonished her.

She didn’t stop until her dress was to her waist. She was almost naked from the waist down. No man had ever seen her this way, not even a doctor. Now eight men in the room gazed at her with impunity. She saw some of the men in the chairs reach down to their crotch. It was only then did Catherine realize what they did. She saw the bulges in their trousers as they adjusted their pricks. One of the men had his wife do it for him. One couple in front of the others looked as though they were in charge. She thought she recognized them, but she was too nervous to look directly at their faces. She didn’t want to see what was in their eyes.

“Nice, nice, but take off that dress. We wanna see some skin.”

This she didn’t expect, having to undress in front of all these strangers while being held by two thugs. Now, she feared what might happen. She thought she’d lose her virginity to an older man but not like this. Yet, she had no choice. Her skin was flushed as her trembling hands went to her back. She slid the zipper down effortlessly, all the way past her waist. She felt the front of the dress begin to push away from her body. Her hand grabbed it before it fell away.

“Off with it,” he threatened her. “Look forward as you do it.”

Her hand let go of the front of the dress. She pulled it off her arms, and it slipped down to her waist. She had to nudge it to get it to go over her hips. She felt the silk garment swish softly over her stockings before it fell on her feet.

“Will you look at that? It’s one of them newfangled brassieres. Older women might need something like that to hold up hanging tits, but a young floozy like you should have nice, firm tits. Take it off and flaunt your titties. I want to see more flesh.”

Catherine was red in shame from her head to her toes. She stood there in her undergarments as everyone stared at her near-naked body. Yet, they weren’t satisfied. Her fingers went behind her to try to open the brassiere. It was unfamiliar, and her fingers shook so much that she had trouble.

“I’ll do it.” The thug found the strap in the back with the strange clasp, but he snapped his fingers, and it opened with such ease. He didn’t wait for her. He pushed the straps down each of her arms, and then, he pushed it off. She tried to grab it, but he was too quick. It fell on the floor as she put her arms over her chest as if she could hide those two luscious tits that he saw briefly. He slapped her ass again, this time harder, and there was less protection without the dress. “Put them hands down, and let’s see them big tits.”

Catherine never thought of her breasts as large, but they felt that way now as they were bared for all the men to see. She was ashamed to see her nipples sprout out her dark areolas, and they were so hard. It was as if the slightest breeze in the room caressed them to hardness.

“Put your hands behind your head. Stick them titties out for us.”

It was a shameful pose that she had to make. Her chest was beet red, but her breasts stood up proudly, and her nipples continued to harden, although she didn’t know why. All she knew was that she wanted to touch them.

Theodore watched her push her breasts out for all to see. He saw the shameful blush on her body, and she trembled as she stood there. “Put her on the bed.”

She was shocked by those words. She knew what it meant. “No, no, leave me alone.” Natural instinct, not playacting took over as the men pushed her over to the bed. The back of her legs hit the edge of the bed, and then, she fell onto it, unable to stop her fall as she struggled. The men never let her go as she was pushed onto her back, one on each side of her.

Theodore stood up, and Mary joined him. He looked down at Catherine’s supple body laid out for his pleasure. They stood over her. “Tie her wrists. I don’t want her to go anywhere.”

She struggled more as one of the thugs grabbed both of her arms and pulled them over her head. She looked over her head and saw the other man with leather straps in his hands. The thug was too strong, and she couldn’t move an inch. She felt the cold leather wrapped around her wrists and tied tight, and then, her arms were yanked up high behind her. He tied the leather straps around the headboard and then released her, but she couldn’t move them an inch. She feared they’d spread her legs and tie them open so she could be ravished. She felt some relief when both of the thugs left. She looked up at the couple that stood over the bed. Then, it dawned on her. “Mr. Lewis, Mrs. Lewis.”

Theodore should’ve realized that this might happen, after all, the girls were from wealthy families, although not in the same social strata as them. “Yes, Catherine. Have we met?” He felt a bit of shame at doing this, but as he stared at her half-naked body once again, the shame quickly diminished by his growing erection and arousal.

“It was many years ago when I was younger. It was a charity event.”

“I don’t remember,” he replied.

“What are you going to do?” Her lips trembled as she said it.

Mary began to open up Theodore’s shirt, and her fingers ran over his chest and made his nipples hard. “He’s going to fuck you, Catherine. He’s going to put his cock in that virgin pussy and make you a woman. Then, he’ll fill your pussy with his cum.” Mary grew aroused at what Theodore would do to her, and she’d help him. It made it more degrading that Catherine recognized them. It made it more personal.

“Don’t take your eyes off him, Catherine,” Mary ordered.

She was forced to watch as his wife took his clothes off. She’d never seen a grown man naked, now she’d have to do it in front of an audience. She tried to put the rest of the people out of her mind with her eyes concentrated on Mr. Lewis. He wasn’t as bad as she expected. She thought a forty-year-old man would be flabby, but Mr. Lewis was in good shape, at least for a man of his age. She was mesmerized as his wife began to take of his pants. She did it slowly, but Catherine couldn’t help but see the bulge in his pants. The slightest touch of his wife’s hands made it jump. She never expected that. His wife pulled his zipper down, and then, she released his pants. They fell to his ankles. She had to force herself to watch, wanting to turn her head away in shame. He wore a pair of white silk undershorts, but it was the prominent bulge that drew her eyes. It looked long and thick beneath it. Catherine was shocked when his wife drew her hand over the front of his undershorts and her fingers curled around his prick. She outlined it in his shorts, making it look even bigger. Her fingers slid up the shaft, and then, they pinched the head of it. The head looked bigger, and there was a shameful spot of wetness on his shorts. Did she make him cum? How come he was still hard?

Mary released his cock. It was time to unveil it to his virgin. She never saw him this hard and big before, proud that her hand could do such a thing after all these years of marriage. Her hands went to the waistband of his undershorts and slowly pulled them down. His prick got caught for a second before she could draw his shorts down. She made sure that she rubbed the waistband of his shorts across his prick to make it jump in pure excitement. She let his short fall to the floor so she could grab his prick. Her fingers curled around the shaft as she held it up for Catherine to see it in all its glory.

She never imagined it to look like that. It had to be over a hand long, and his wife’s fingers could barely get around the girth of it. It was nothing like a boy’s penis. The head was different from the rest of it. It looked like a dark-red hat that sat on the stalk of his prick. The head looked smooth, but the shaft had loose skin that her fingers moved along. Catherine could see more of his leaking cum on the head. Did men always leak like this? It was only when her eyes gazed down did she notice the hairy bulge that hung between his legs like a sack. It was his testicles.

Mary helped to take his shoes, pants and shorts off until he was naked. Catherine didn’t take her eyes off his prick. It was time to prepare her and reveal her virgin pussy for all to see.


CHAPTER 5

Ravished

His prick never stood still. It bounced up and down in front of him as if it had a mind of its own. Did he control it? Her mind wandered with such obscene thoughts. But then, his wife moved toward her. Catherine didn’t know what to expect. She tugged on her hands, but they were bound tight. She couldn’t escape.

“You’re a pretty thing, Catherine. Theodore’s going to love sticking his cock in your pussy. You give him a good ride.”

She didn’t know what she meant, but it was her hand that Catherine watched. It pushed Catherine’s hair from her face, but then, it ran down her cheek. It didn’t stop until it got to her lips. Instinctively, she clenched her lips tight, but it didn’t do any good. Her finger was insistent, pushing into the corner of her mouth until it pushed in. Her lips were curled around it. Then, it dawned on her. She was told that she’d have to take a man in her mouth. Would it be like her finger, but now that she saw how big a prick was, she wondered how something that big would fit inside. It was too thick and long. Then, there was the matter of his leaking cum. It was continuous. She was glad when the finger pulled out, but it ran down her neck. Her nipples hardened instantly as her hand ran over her bosom. Catherine didn’t understand how a woman’s touch could do such a thing. She panicked when the hand ran over her breasts. Her nipples tingled deep in her breast. They were so hard that they almost hurt. Her fingers curled around them until they swelled to such big tips. Catherine could feel the blood pound in them.

Catherine’s body grew flushed once again as her breasts were deserted by her hands, but they moved over her belly. She knew where they were going. “No, no, don’t take them off. No one’s seen me naked before,” she cried out in panic as the fingers ran under the waistband of her undergarment.

“I’m going to slip them off, Catherine. Theodore wants to see your pink, virgin pussy before he fucks it.” She knew he wouldn’t wait much longer. His hand stroked his growing erection, and the head was slick with his leaking juices.

Catherine couldn’t do anything as her undergarment was stripped from her body. It was pulled down over her hips, and Catherine shivered when the soft silk resonated over her pubic hairs. It was as if they quivered all the way to the follicles. They slid down lower and then they were off her legs. She clenched her thighs tightly together to preserve her modesty. His wife stood up next to her.

“Spread your legs, Catherine. All the way to the edges of the bed and keep them there.”

Spread was such a terrible word especially when connected to her legs. She looked at her, but there was no sympathy or reprieve in the look she got back. “Please, don’t make me,” she begged, but her legs began to part slightly. Each time she stopped, all eyes were on her. She saw the other people stare at the foot of the bed. It was a shameful position for Catherine. They all had an unobstructed view between her legs. Once fully parted, all of her virgin quim would be revealed. All the magic and mystery would be gone. Her legs felt like they had hundred-pound weights attached to them as she parted them. She couldn’t look, yet she did. She finally felt relief when her feet hit the edges of the bed. She looked down to see the humiliating pose her body was in. Naked and bound to the bed, her legs were spread wide. She could feel the air in the room blow on her parted pussy lips. She’d said it, pussy. That is what they called it. Yet, she felt something else. She felt a shameful wetness between her legs. Is that like Mr. Lewis when he leaked as he grew aroused? She couldn’t believe that she was aroused by this. It was nothing she expected it would be like when she lost her virginity.

“She’s all yours,” Mary announced to Theodore. But she stood there ready to give him help and encouragement. She wanted him to be satisfied.

“No, no,” the panic set in when Mr. Lewis moved toward the bed. His prick stood out like a giant lance ready to plunder her virgin passage. He was too big. She knew it would hurt the first time, but the size of his prick was sure to do damage to her. She began to close her legs as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“Don’t close your legs, or I’ll tie them spread and over your head,” Mary warned her. He saw her hesitate, but then, her legs finally creeped back to the edges of the bed.

She trembled as his hands reached out to her naked body. This time, it wasn’t a soft, woman’s hand that touched her. It was the rough hand of a man. It moved over her breasts, not to caress but to grab and clench. His prick bounced in front of him from his touch, making him more excited. His fingers sought out her nipples, but two fingers grasped the hard nipple and pinched it. It hurt, shooting to the depths of her breasts, but she couldn’t explain how much harder it became when he released it. He took the other one in the same harsh way, but he yanked it and twisted it until the flesh was gnarled. In spite of his harshness, she felt a tingling between her legs that was undeniable.

“Nice, young tits. I can’t wait to suck them.” He lay down on the bed next to her and turned on his side. His hand slid over her body, but it was his mouth that sought out her hard, pointed nipples that begged for the touch of his lips and tongue.

“AAAHHH!” It shocked her when he laid next to her and his prick touched her naked skin. It was so hot that she thought it would burn her. It jerked and shuddered uncontrollably, and she was sure that she could feel him drip his wetness on her skin to stain her flesh. But, it was his mouth she feared. His hands should’ve offended her, but she felt something she never did before. Did he arouse me with his touch? “NO, nooo,” she begged when his hand grasped onto her naked breast once again, but then, she felt a wet mouth encircle her nipple. It was as if her nipple reached out to be touched as it grew longer and harder. She felt his wet lips suckle her nipple, and then, with powerful suction, he drew it deep into his mouth. His tongue met her nipple. It felt rough as it lashed out at the very tip, rasping back and forth over it. The wetness between her legs increased as her breast was suckled like a baby would do.

His cock reared up in pleasure. He loved her young, firm tits, and her nipples were so hard. She might act innocent and unaroused, but her body betrayed her.

He became more demanding as his hand explored her belly and touched her pubic hairs. His head moved from one breast to the other, licking, sucking and biting her nipples, and then, she felt him move. He was getting between her legs. The terror that the final act would begin and she’d feel the monster between his legs seek entrance to her virgin pussy began to set in. She felt his heavy body cover hers, but it was his quivering prick that rubbed on her pussy that she feared. His hand slid between them, and she felt his questing fingers in her bush. They pushed aside her pussy lips, and her body shook from the first touch of a man there. She had touched herself there, but she always pulled them away when she felt the stirrings of arousal. He had no restraints.

“She’s wet,” Theodore proudly proclaimed to everyone. “Her pussy welcomes my magnificent cock. His finger stroked her slit and gathered up her juices. He nuzzled his finger into the tight, virgin opening of her pussy. He pushed in just far enough to find her hymen intact, pleased with the outcome.

“No, nooooo,” she cried out when his fingers touched her so intimately. She feared he’d bust her hymen with his finger. She could feel it stretch, but then, he withdrew it. But, his fingers never deserted her pussy. They slid back up her slit and she felt a sudden wetness as though she had an accident. His finger went to the top of her slit, and she felt the wonderful touch on her pleasure button. She couldn’t believe it felt so good. It tingled to every pore in her body.

It was time. He reached for his cock. His ass arched up high so he could stretch it out and rub it up and down her slit. She might say no, but her wetness said yes. He made sure that he paid special attention to her clit. The girls were never allowed to masturbate, so this would be a new experience that she’d relish. “Get ready, Catherine.”

She felt the massive head of his prick as it moved down to the opening of her pussy. It snuggled into the tight hole, overpowering it with its thickness. It would never fit. His body covered hers, hot flesh against her. She felt her hard nipples press into his chest, but it was his prick that got all her attention. She felt his lower body begin to move. At first, she could barely feel it, but then, his prick became more demanding. Her pussy began to open up. Her muscles tried to keep him out, but it was as though her clenching muscles only aided his lust. His prick was alive in her pussy as it nuzzled against her hymen. She could feel it stretch, more than his finger did. She knew he wouldn’t pull back. He’d take her in this one final act.

It was time, Theodore unable and unwilling to wait any longer. He leaned over, and he kissed her. He had to hold her head when she tried to move away. His lips were demanding as well as his tongue as it pushed into her unwilling mouth. He gave a sharp push with his hips, and that was all that it took. She held out for the briefest of seconds, but then, it was done. Two inches of cock sank into her, aided by her blood. But it was her scream that he captured with his kiss that excited him so much.

“OOOOWWWW!” Her scream was muffled by his unexpected kiss. Their lips were sealed at the moment his prick ripped through her hymen. The pain was acute, and she felt the wetness between her legs. This time, it wasn’t her arousal, but her virgin blood. Then, she felt his prick burrow into her. She was stretched wide as the thick head forced her open. She could feel inches of his prick lay claim to her once-virgin passage. He released her lips, but he hovered over her, staring at her face as his hips began to move urgently. “No, not so fast, let me grow accustom to it,” she begged, but his prick began to move inside her. She could feel it pull out, and her pussy opened up as the thick head withdrew. She thought she’d get some relief, but then, he pushed back in. This time, his prick drove deeper into her as if he tried to pin her to the bed with his prick.

It had been decades since he took a virgin, not sure why he hadn’t done this before. It was as if his cock was sucked into a hot, tight hole. Her muscles rippled over the head of his cock to bring him such pleasure. When he withdrew, it felt like her muscles didn’t want him to pull out. He was eager to bury his cock as deep as he could inside her pussy. He struggled to hold out as long as he could before he came. It was too good not to savor every minute of it. His hips began to move more urgently, grunting as he fought her resisting muscles when he drove in.

She was stretched by his prick, but the pain of losing her virginity was gone as if it never happened. She began to feel things she never expected. His prick was hard and big, and it stretched her, but it wasn’t pain that she felt. His prick took possession of her pussy like nothing she could imagine. It filled her with hard, pulsating flesh that moved like a giant snake inside her. She couldn’t believe his hips drove his prick in and out with such speed. His prick continued to touch her in places that had never been touched before. Her nipples ached in pain from his chest hairs rubbing on them, but even that was pleasure by the time it went between her legs. It was as if her whole body was consumed by the prick that ravaged inside her.

Mary could see the change in her. “Wrap your legs around his ass and lock your ankles, Catherine.” She was surprised that her legs began to rise up, and Theodore took advantage as he speeded up his thrusts. “All the way up.”

She couldn’t believe she did it, but when she started to raise them, she felt his prick dig deeper inside her with such authority. She couldn’t believe it could get better, but it did. Then, she remembered what the men wanted from her, reluctance. “No, don’t make me do that. Your prick is going in too deep. It’ll kill me,” she cried out as her legs went around his ass, and she locked her heels together. It was as if she could control the movement of his prick.

Theodore felt the pleasure in spite of the head of his cock banging hard against her cervix. He was all the way in. He made his cock jerk and shudder, but her tight pussy gripped him so tight that it could barely move. She’d locked her legs around him to hold him in, but that didn’t stop his hips from pumping her with his cock.

Mary came over and ran her hand down Theodore’s back and then his ass. It moved vigorously as he fucked her. “Theodore is giving you a thorough fucking for your first time. Squeeze your pussy muscles on his cock to please him.” She continued to caress him with her hand sliding over his ass and between his legs to squeeze his balls gently. She could feel his cock as it slid in and out, wet with her virgin blood.

Catherine tried to clench her pussy muscles. She gripped his prick tightly until he could barely move it, then she relaxed as his prick continued to move in and out. She couldn’t believe that she had such skills. She began to squeeze his prick rhythmically, yet she knew what he wanted. “Not so hard, take it out, please, noo, noooo,” she begged him as she milked his prick. She began to feel something that she never expected. When he pushed in deep and made his prick move inside her, she felt his body touch her pleasure button in just the right way.

She tried to move her head away from his as he nuzzled her neck and bit it while he fucked her. His weight was heavy on top of her, but all her attention was between her legs. She wanted more of his touch on her pleasure button.

Theodore loved it when Mary caressed him as he fucked Catherine. Her fingers clenched his balls and squeezed them, and it drove his lust more. He felt her fingers reach down farther and run over his cock as it slid in and out. Catherine cried out in denial, but her pussy cried out for more. Her urgent clenching of her muscles on his cock meant he wouldn’t last much longer. The cum began to bubble up in his balls.

Catherine couldn’t believe that she had this monstrous prick inside her or that it grew bigger. She was unsure of when he’d cum or how it would feel, but her body was on edge. She hoped that she’d get pleasure from it as it began to build in her body.

It was Mary’s fingers that trailed down between his buttocks and ran over his anus before she found his balls that sent him over the edge. He couldn’t contain himself any longer. His muscles tightened up, but his hips moved urgently. Her tight muscles rang every drop of pleasure from his cock. “Take it, Catherine, take my cum inside your once-virgin pussy,” his voice rang out.

His cry surprised her but not as much as the way the head of his prick swelled up like a balloon. Then, it shot out inside her. She couldn’t believe she could feel it, but it was powerful as it jetted inside her. It flooded her insides, but she couldn’t believe that he kept pumping her with his prick. She expected him to shoot and that would be it. Then, she felt it again, but this time, she met it with her own clenching as though she could milk out another jet of his cum inside her. Instead of stopping or slowing down, he increased the speed and depth of his thrusts, all while he continued to shoot inside her. It felt as though he dumped a gallon of his cum inside her before she felt him slow down. She kept her legs tight around his ass and squeezed his shrinking prick. “You shouldn’t have cum in me,” she cried out in protest as she milked the last of it. She smelled the foul scent of cum.

Catherine was glad he finally pulled out of her. It felt good to lose the weight on her, but she felt let down. The pleasure was building in her body, but then, he came and that was it. She expected to be finished, but his wife came over to her. She wiped up the leaking cum and blood from her pussy with a soft, warm cloth. It felt good to be rid of it.

Catherine watched as she did the same thing to him, but she spent more time on his prick. It had lost some of its luster, but her fingers on it urged the hardness back in. She caressed it for five minutes, and Catherine watched what she did to excite him with rapt interest. She knew that she’d have to do the same thing in the future.

Then, she saw him move toward her. His prick rose up once again in front of him. She saw the look on his face as he stroked it. “No, not again, I’m too sore,” she cried out in protest, but she kept her legs spread while he climbed between him. She shivered when he rubbed the head of his prick up and down her slit once again. He pushed his prick inside her. She was sore, but his prick entered her wet pussy without much trouble. He began to fuck her once again as she gripped his prick. Will he make me cum this time?

He took her longer, but he never gave her the pleasure she was looking for. After he came, she was allowed to go back up to the room and take a hot bath and change her clothes before she was taken back to the orphanage but through the back. Her new room was nicer.

That night she came for the first time with the skill of her hand and the images of her losing her virginity while bound and watched by an audience. It didn’t take long, and it was more than she expected when she came. It overtook her body with such pleasure, and her pussy surged her juices as though she was a man. She only hoped that the next time the man would make her cum, but if not, she’d practice by herself.


CHAPTER 6

Frances

Frances was always ashamed of her weight. Even when she was small, she was bigger than any of the girls her age. Her mother tried to shame her out of it, but that didn’t do any good except to alienate her. Her father was always too busy with work.

It was difficult when she grew up. Her parents were wealthy and there was always great food in abundance. Even when her mother tried to limit her food intake, the servants were easy prey for her. She was good at preying on their emotions. Who could deny a poor girl, especially when she was the daughter of their employer?

She didn’t have a lot of friends growing up. No one wanted to play with the fat girl. She found refuge in her own fantasies. It wasn’t until she turned fifteen that her problem with weight turned around, but it wasn’t a pleasant outcome that did it. Her mother took sick during the winter, and she succumbed to cancer in a short time. Her body withered away as Frances watched, unable to do anything. Frances didn’t even know what cancer was.

Frances took it hard, blaming herself for killing her. She was fat, and it was her punishment that killed her mother. She vowed that her weight wouldn’t kill her father. She began to lose weight, but she didn’t get the respect and encouragement from her father that she expected. Frances didn’t know of the financial troubles that began to plague the country, and her father was consumed at saving his wealth.

By the time Frances had her sixtieth birthday, her body was slim, and you could see her girlish figure appear. Her breasts began to sprout. Her hips filled out, but it was her backside that caused Frances anguish. As her father tried to say diplomatically, she had full buttocks, but Frances saw them as fat. She saw other sixteen-year-old girls like her, and their buttocks were nowhere near the size of hers. Hers looked like the buttocks of a full-grown woman of twenty-five but housed in a sixteen-year-old body.

“You’ll grow into them,” her father told her.

That did little to dispel her fears. Her full buttocks also drew the lustful stares of men, not boys. As she walked by them, she knew they turned to watch her buttocks undulate without her turning around to see their faces. No matter what she did, nothing would help. She couldn’t even contain her walk. She’d heard muffled conversations as she walked by men.

“Her ass is hypnotic, swaying back and forth with such grace and beauty.”

“I’d love to get a hold of that ass. I could play with it for hours.” She didn’t know “what play with it for hours” entailed. What could entertain them for hours with my buttocks?

But the worst was, “I’d love to get her over my lap and spank it while she rubs on my cock.” That was degrading and obscene, especially from a man with good breeding and character. How could spanking a girl bring him any pleasure?

She finally got over her mother’s death and her blame after she lost the excess weight. It was her redemption, and she knew her mother was pleased when she looked down from heaven. But then, misfortune befell her again, this time her father. A disgruntled investor in one of his businesses shot him. She never heard about Black Tuesday or Black Thursday. All she knew was that her father was dead, but to make it worse, he’d lost all of their money. She was left penniless at the ripe age of sixteen.

Not like Catherine, Frances was spirted away to New Beginnings Orphanage immediately without seeing firsthand the deplorable conditions in a state or city orphanage. It wasn’t because of anything that Theodore had done, but Theodore did what Joseph desired.

Joseph had been looking for a suitable candidate for his desires ever since he joined the project. He had a private detective keep track of all the deaths of wealthy men or women, and he was presented with any relevant ones that had daughters of the desirable age.

His cock reared up like an angry serpent when he saw the pictures that the detective brought over. Here, before him, in the pictures was a beautiful sixteen-year-old girl. She had auburn hair that hung down to her waist, but it wasn’t the hair that attracted his attention or arousal. Just beneath the end of her hair was the most luscious and plump buttocks he ever saw, yet it was on a sixteen-year-old girl. Her ass was curvy and voluptuous. It took a long time before he could draw his eyes from the one picture to see the rest of her.

She was beautiful, with a small, turned-up nose, pink lips and flawless skin. She had a frown on her face, but that was expected under the circumstances. Her hips were full like a woman, yet her breasts were small, but she’d have two years to mature. She was intelligent but sheltered. She was also poor now with no relatives that the detective could find. If Theodore scooped her up quickly and quietly, none would be sought out.

He talked to Theodore, and within hours, it was done. She was safely secured in New Beginnings Orphanage, the second girl.

Clara saw Joseph staring at the pictures after he told her of his success. “She is just what you were looking for. She looks like she’ll train easily.” Joseph loved lush asses and could spend hours playing with them in the most unorthodox ways. Clara had found out as soon as they were married and let him indulge his fantasies and perversions on her. Over the years, he wanted fresh flesh to partake of, and Clara saw that it was her duty to please her husband in any manner he desired. It was Theodore that brought up the idea of New Beginnings Orphanage and what they could look forward to when the girls turned eighteen and consented. It would be a long two years for Joseph to wait, but it would be worth it.

The edge of the picture was already curled up from his constant handling of it, but he couldn’t put it down. His mind was in a constant flux of visions of Frances at eighteen bent over his naked lap, her skirt up and her knickers down as he began to spank her. Her every movement would bring such delight to his naked cock as she rode it back and forth in anguish.

That would only be the beginning. He could probe, penetrate and fondle her ass. He’d introduce her to the act of sodomy while everyone watched his skill at the perverted act.

“Would you like me to jerk your cock while you look at the pictures until you cum, Joseph?” She could see how excited he was. His cock looked as though it would burst from his pants.

He put the pictures in his drawer when she said that. “No, she’s a girl now. I’ll wait two years, until she’s a woman, and she’ll willingly give up her virgin ass for the pleasure of my cock. I won’t tarnish her now.”

“Yes, dear,” she responded. She’d take care of his desires tonight when they went to bed. He’d take her in the ass, and she’d squeeze him until he came. It would hold off his lust for a while, but she knew it would be a long two years for him to wait.

It was a quick and torturous transformation of Frances’s life. She went from rich to an orphan without understanding the ramifications of what happened. She missed her father desperately, but it was her former life that she missed more.

What made the transformation easier was Catherine, the other girl at the orphanage. Frances never thought it was strange that there were only two of them, but she was glad that it was a nice place where girls of the proper breeding could continue to grow up in the manner they’d been accustomed to. It was a strange rule that they weren’t allowed to touch themselves, but Frances had never done that before, so it wasn’t anything that she missed. Catherine became her best friend, even after four other girls joined the orphanage. Frances never had a best friend before.

* * *

Frances was heartbroken when Catherine turned eighteen and said she would leave the orphanage. But not before she gave Frances a cryptic message.

“We’ll see each other again if you make the right decision.”

Catherine refused to elaborate on it, and the day she left, it was the hardest day since Frances had arrived at the orphanage.

It was another month before it was Frances’s birthday, and she found herself going out into the world under the strict supervision of Pearl. It opened her eyes to what had happened in the last two years to the country. She never realized that the world contained such poverty and misery. She saw beautiful girls on the street, begging for money, dressed in rags. Frances began to grow afraid of what would become of her after next month. She knew she had to leave the orphanage, but she had nowhere to go and no money. Her father’s wealth was gone. This wasn’t the future she expected.

The one saving grace was that her father was correct about one thing. Her body had grown up to her buttocks. Her breasts filled out, not large but womanly. Her hips were full as well as her buttocks, although when she went out into the world with Pearl, the looks of men returned, but it was more admiration for her buttocks.

The conversation with Pearl went as well as it did with Catherine. Frances was an intelligent woman, and she knew her choices in life were limited. Without any family to fall back on, she’d be on the street with nothing but her looks. And that wasn’t a good thing. She’d fall prey to all the thugs that would take all she had brutally. Pearl told her of the rich men that would provide for her but that they’d require her innocence in manners that were far from normal.

“In your case, Frances, your most desirable asset is your ass. It’s magnificent, and there are men that’ll seek their pleasure from it. The man that selected you to join New Beginnings Orphanage is one of those. It is he who desires you.” Pearl had already laid out the offer for her to decide. It was a week away before she turned eighteen. If she decided to take them up on the offer, Theodore planned to have a special birthday party for her, and Pearl was sure that it involved lots of birthday spanking.

Now Frances knew what Catherine meant. She didn’t ask, not sure Pearl would tell her, but she was sure that Catherine took the offer. She’d been so close this last month, living somewhere else in the house. It wasn’t a hard decision to make. Frances had little choices except this one. She feared what they’d do to her and her backside, but the unexpected was also exciting. She’d finally became a woman, although not as she had grown up to expect. The thought of sex did arouse her. It had been building in the last year, and it grew harder each month not to explore her body and see if she could experience pleasure.

“I’ll do it.” That was her first adult decision, and she hoped that she wouldn’t regret it.

“That’s a good decision, Frances. We’ll have a small birthday party for you here, but then, you’ll go out and have another birthday party in your new life.” She knew that Theodore, and especially Joseph, would be pleased.


CHAPTER 7

Happy Birthday

The party at the orphanage was nice, but it was small and her best friend was missing. Frances had waited nervously for the last week to turn eighteen. She had a new life to look forward to, although she was scared of what it would entail. Pearl had told her that older men loved reluctant women, but Frances would have no problem with that. She was reluctant.

Joseph had the room decorated for a birthday, with balloons and streamers on the ceiling and walls. There was the usual row of comfortable chairs for the other couples, but Joseph’s chair set in the front was a hard wooden chair with no arms. It was sturdy to be able to hold the weight of two people with one of them squirming. There was also a long wooden table nearby. A box held all the necessary items he requested, hidden until he was ready to reveal them.

Frances was free as she sat in the back of the limousine. She had no chaperones, off to a destiny that she didn’t understand. The limo pulled to the back of the house. It was much bigger than the house she came from. She was taken up the back stairway to a nice room. On the bed were clothes.

“Someone will come for you in an hour. Be ready.”

She took a quick bath, fearing that she wouldn’t be ready in time. She put on the clothes, surprised that they looked as though it was for someone younger than she was. There was a very prim white button-down blouse made of fine silk and a blue skirt that hung down below her knees. It was tight but only over her buttocks. After that, it blossomed open. She expected stocking, but there was none, only a pair of small socks and black shoes. There was a camisole that went to her waist and an undergarment, both of them soft and made of silk. When she put them all on, it was different than what she expected. The clothes didn’t make her feel like a woman.

“They are ready for you.” Clara came for her. Joseph would like her look. She looked young but with the full body of a woman. As Clara escorted her, she admired Frances’s voluptuous ass. It would truly be appreciated by Joseph. He’d have a lot of enjoyable days lavishing attention on it.

She walked into a room that was decked out for a birthday party, but she knew none of the people. There were five older couples that sat in large, upholstered chairs with drinks at their sides. But, in the front of the room was a chair that was out of place. It was a barren wooden chair, sturdy, but not even of fine wood and finish. The table near it was the same, more functional than a piece of fine furniture.

“Happy birthday!” They all rang out with their birthday greeting.

The loud noise shocked her for a second, but then, she smiled. It might not be as bad as she anticipated. “Thank you,” she replied graciously.

Joseph walked over to her. She looked good in the outfit he’d bought for her. He was eager, and his cock was rock hard. He sat in the wooden chair. “Come here, Frances.”

She walked over to him. He looked as though he was in charge. All the others sat back and watched.

“You’ll call me Sir.”

She looked at him. He was older, that was true. He was in his forties she was told, younger than her father. He was in good shape. His black hair was slicked back, and he had a square chin, but it was his dark eyes that stared into her soul that bothered her. She saw his large hands. “Yes, Sir,” she answered back obediently.

“Come closer,” his hands reached out for her.

She knew he’d touch her as she moved forward, but she had no choice. His hands where on her hips before she could stop. She shivered from his touch. It was the first time a man ever touched her like this. They didn’t stay still very long. They moved down her legs and below her knees. Then, she felt his hands on her naked legs. She knew where they were going, but she didn’t expect this in front of everyone and so suddenly. “No, please, don’t,” she begged then quickly added, “Sir”.

He didn’t answer her except with his hands. They slid up her legs, his cock jumping in pure excitement when he found her soft, supple flesh. More of her legs were revealed as he excitedly continued to pull up her skirt. He could see her white silky thighs. He didn’t stop until he got to her crotch. The skirt was tight at the top so that it would highlight her succulent buttocks. He caught a glimpse of her white undergarment.

She was being undressed in front of strangers, older men and women, and she did nothing to stop it. She couldn’t. His hands fondled her flesh as they touched her.

“Turn around.” His hands already urged her to turn around. His cock threatened to rip from his pants when he saw her ass. “Stop,” he told her when her back was to him. “You have such a nice, ripe ass, Frances. And to think you’ve saved it for me.”

So this was the man that Pearl told her about. She should’ve realized it when he took charge. She didn’t understand what she saved for him, but she had more things to worry about. His hands grew more eager as they went to the zipper on the skirt. It took him only seconds before the soft hiss filled the silent room. The button was undone, and then, his impatient hands let the skirt fall to the floor. She was surprised that it fell so easily, but she soon found herself almost naked from the waist down. It took only seconds before she felt his hot hands run over her naked flesh so close to her undergarment. Fingers teased close to her crotch. She kept her thighs clenched together, but the fingers were still invasive. “Don’t touch me there. I’m a virgin, Sir,” she begged, but the fingers became more questing.

“I’ll soon remedy that malaise, Frances, so you won’t have to worry about it any longer.” His hands moved up, and he clenched onto her full, twin buttocks. She began to move. “Hold still so I can fondle your lovely cheeks,” he ordered her. He felt her surrender. He had a handful of firm buttocks in each hand as his fingers dug into the flesh. He’d never felt anything this good in decades.

She felt a strange tremor between her cheeks when he grabbed her buttocks rudely. His fingers were strong and her buttocks were parted. She could feel spasms in her anus. It was a strange place that she never expected to feel anything. His fingers were so harsh that her crack opened up, and she felt her anus do the same. It was as if he did it on purpose. She tried to clench her cheeks shut, but he objected.

“Relax your cheeks and let me have my way with them.” He felt the muscles in her buttocks tighten, but then, she surrendered. His fingers yanked her buttocks apart once again, and her undergarment began to go tight across them so he could almost see her tight crack or it was just his imagination. He fondled and rolled her buttocks for long minutes, but he knew that the others grew impatient and bored. Not him, he could spend hours doing this. He’d continue after he gave everyone else a show. He turned her around, and his hands released her. He sat back in the chair. “Since it’s your birthday, it’s only fitting that you get a birthday spanking. Eighteen spanks it will be. Lay across my lap so I can begin.”

This she expected, but it was still difficult for her to do it, especially when she only wore a silk undergarment. It would do nothing to stop or lessen the severity of the spanking. His hands reached out to her as she tried to lie across his lap. She saw the bulge in his lap, and she knew what it was. She’d aroused him, and she was sure that his spanking her would make it worse. His hands ran over her body indiscriminately as he arranged her over his lap. Her buttocks were pushed up high, and her head fell toward the ground with her long hair fanned out before her. But it was what was beneath her that disturbed her most. She felt his erection pushed into her mound. She expected it to be big and hard, but she never expected it to have a mind of its own. It jerked and shuddered beneath her from her slightest movement. Did he make it do that or did I?

“That feels so good, Frances. Can you feel my cock? It loves the touch of your body rubbing on it. When I start spanking you, I expect you to move vigorously on my cock and give me my pleasure,” he urged her.

She didn’t have to wait for the first blow. It landed on her right buttock with such authority. His powerful hand drove the pain all the way to the bone. She’d never been spanked before, not even as a child. It was disconcerting that it would happen when she was a woman. She tried to stifle her cry, but it was difficult. His hand returned, this time catching her other buttock before she could clench it. He began to spank her rhythmically from one buttock to the other. Each blow hurt more as her cheeks began to grow sore and tender from the continuous punishment. She didn’t know how many times he spanked her, too concerned about the increasing pain she felt. It reverberated all the way down to the bone. She began to squirm more with each painful blow. She felt his prick beneath her dance against her mound. It felt as though it was a lance, so big and hard. But, she also felt something else. His prick had slipped between the lips of her quim. It touched her in places that she was forbidden to touch. It didn’t hurt, and that was the problem. She felt something else and that took away the pain. She began to move beneath the spanking, not to escape the spanking but to make his prick touch her in just the right way. She hoped that he wouldn’t notice.

His palm burned from spanking her, but it was pleasure that he felt knowing that her buttocks took the brunt of the punishment. She moved delightfully on his cock. It felt as though her pussy found his cock, and her lips folded around it to bathe it a tight grasp. It was exciting, but he stopped exactly on eighteen. But that wouldn’t be all. It would only be a reprieve for her. It was time to explore her ass more intimately.

All of a sudden he stopped. Frances was disappointed, although she tried not to show it. He must have hit eighteen.

“Those are lovely silk undergarments, Frances, but I want your ass naked for me to explore and spank.”

“No, don’t make me naked,” she cried out. Her body became flushed as she felt him begin to roll her undergarment down over her buttocks. She could do nothing as she was exposed. She could feel his fingers run over her naked buttocks as he pulled them down, even the shameful touch of his finger along her crack. She tightened her buttocks to prevent the touch of his fingers in such a shameful place, but that didn’t stop him as he took her undergarment completely off. If she thought that was bad, it got worse.

“Let me rearrange you better, Frances, so I can enjoy the view.”

She struggled as he pulled her around, but he didn’t let her get off his lap. She felt the shameful touch of his prick on her quim as he pushed her so her head fell down in front of him, but then, he yanked one of her legs rudely over his lap and on the other side of his hips. Her legs were spread wide, and her crotch was pushed up to his stomach, with his prick still shoved into her mound. She struggled to keep her buttocks clenched, but with the way her legs were spread wide, she could do little to protect her privacy. She could feel the way her quim opened up.

He loved this position with her head hanging on the floor and her ass only inches from him, open and spread for his exploration. She couldn’t try to push his hands away, but she needed to hold onto the floor to keep her head from banging on it. “Relax and let me have my way, Frances.” His hands went to her naked legs, but they slowly moved up her soft thighs until he got to her crotch. He could see her pussy lips parted with the pink skin inside wet. She might protest what he did, but her rubbing on his cock had an effect on her. That would make it easier when he took her virginity. He’d have her juices as well as her virgin blood to aid his entrance.

Frances struggled as his fingers touched the edges of her quim. It wasn’t pain she felt but pleasure. She felt an unfamiliar wetness between her legs. Is that what my fingers could’ve done to bring me pleasure? “NOOO, NOOOO,” she cried out in protest when she felt fingers touch the soft lips of her quim. She could feel him pull her lips open, shamefully exposing her intimately to him and the others. She felt him urge her ass up higher, and she knew that her quim opened up wider. She shuddered in ecstasy when her lips were pulled in opposite directions. She could feel his hot breath blow on her quim, his head so close. Then, his fingers began to explore her inner lips. He released her outer lips, and they curled around his fingers like a blanket. His touch was soft and gentle, and his finger slid easily on her growing wetness. They rode up and down, but they never touched her in the one forbidden place that she wasn’t allowed to touch. She knew of her pleasure button.

As Joseph’s fingers rolled between the lips of her pussy, his thumbs moved up her crack and pushed outward until it unfolded. Her crack was damp with sweat, so his thumbs moved with ease. He felt her clench her buttocks once, but with a pinch of her pussy lips, she succumbed to his demanding touch without being told. He stopped touching her pussy and concentrated on her ass. His hands pressed outward on her cheeks, and he peeled her open like a fruit. There, nestled between two white luscious cheeks lay the tiny pink hole. It looked like a star that twinkled from his rude touching. He could see her tiny anus spasm as his fingers moved closer to it. It began to spread open under his assault.

“Why are you touching me there?” Frances cried out when he touched her in a place that she never expected. He might want to spank her ass, but to touch such a dirty place was reprehensible, especially in front of his friends.

“I’m going to lavish such attention on that tiny, tight hole, Frances. I’ll kiss, probe, penetrate and sodomize it before I’m through with you.” His cock threatened to break free of his pants. He had to do something, so he reached between their bodies. He hated to desert her ass, but when his hands went between them, she was forced to arch her ass up higher. He blew shamefully on the exposed hole as he unleashed his cock from his clothes.

Frances didn’t know what he was doing, but she was grateful that he abandoned touching her in such a place, but it was shameful when she felt his hot breath blow on her anus. She knew how exposed she was. She had a new problem to deal with. She felt him fumbling between them, and then, it was the hot touch of flesh on her pussy that shocked her. It had to be his prick. It was hard and long. It moved like it was a snake, shuddering along her mound with violent contractions of his muscles. She felt his hands on her hips, and she was arranged onto his prick as though she was a doll. His finger on her inner lips was disconcerting enough, but now, his large prick sought to do the same thing. His prick felt so bulbous when her lips were parted wide as it slid up her slit. This time, it didn’t stop, and she felt her quim discharge juices that she never felt before. It rolled over her pleasure button with such skill that she didn’t even possess. When his prick stopped moving and he lowered her buttocks down, his prick was nestled between her lips. It didn’t lie still but moved with her slightest movement. She knew that would be impossible when his hands moved back to her buttocks and parted them unnaturally. Her anus began to spasm again as they expected his rude touch.

His fingers were wet from her pussy, and he began to explore her anus. Each time he touched her there she’d move and caress his cock with her pussy. It encouraged him to continue his exploration. His fingers crept to the edge of her anus and began to move slowly in a circle around the tight knot. He could feel her muscles attempt to revolt, but his fingers were too wet and powerful for her muscles to stop him. He began to open her up as his eyes took in the tight knot of her anus as it slowly opened under his attack.

“NNNNOOO, NNNOOO,” she moaned, not sure if in pain, shame or pleasure. His fingers violated her backside, but her every movement to escape made his prick ride up and down her slit with such pleasure. She could feel the muscles in her quim tighten, but as they did, the ones in her anus also did as if they were connected. She never expected to feel anything but shame while being touched back there, but this was different. His fingers began to enter her. Her anal ring stretched to accept them, but she didn’t feel pain. It was uncomfortable and humiliating but not painful. She hated that fact.

“What a hot, tight hole,” Joseph exclaimed loudly when the tip of his finger was suddenly sucked inside, as if she pulled him in. He could see part of his finger gone, firmly secured in the tight ring of her anus. He began to press in deeper as her sphincter surrendered.

He had her squirming on his lap. His finger was inside her, not in her quim but her backside. She never felt anything like it before. It was never still, squirming from side to side as her muscles revolted and tried to keep it out unsuccessfully. She thought she was squirming to get away from her backside being invaded by his finger, but it was his prick that rubbed her quim that drew all her attention. She never felt such feelings from her body before. She couldn’t describe them.

As much as he enjoyed her pussy lips encasing his cock, there was a better place for it. He had to pull his finger from her anus temporarily. His eyes watched as the tiny hole slowly shrank back down, but it was slightly swollen from his finger. He reached between their bodies as he grasped his cock. “It’s time for you to give me your virgin pussy, Frances.” It’d be the first of three virgin holes that he would claim for his own.

She felt the head of his prick move down her slit until it nestled against the tight opening of her virgin hole. She should protest what he was about to do, but she wanted it as much as he did. Then, she remembered what Pearl told her, reluctance. “NO, I’m a virgin,” she protested loudly for all to her, but she didn’t think it sounded convincing.

The head of his cock was gripped by her tight hole, but with their juices to aid him, he’d soon take her. He had to hold the shaft of his cock to keep it from bending as he pushed her down onto his rampaging cock. He felt her hymen as he continued to drive it in. He could feel it stretch, but he stopped pushing. She’d be the one that took her hymen.

She knew that her virginity would be gone in seconds as she braced for the pain.

His other hand slid back onto her ass and in her crack. He could feel her tense up for the inevitable. He pushed his thumb down on her anus. He felt her muscles contract, and then, he plunged his thumb in unmercifully. He didn’t stop until he was knuckle deep in her rectum. But it was her shrill cry and her uncontrollable movement that brought him his ultimate pleasure.

She felt a finger on her anus, but she concentrated on his prick that sought entrance to her quim. It caught her unprepared. “NNNNOOOO! OOOWWWWWW!” His finger plunged in her backside with such ferocity. It felt like a bat was shoved in, and she reacted to the cruel invasion by trying to escape it. Unfortunately, her body moved away from it, and she was met by his insistent prick in her quim. Her body jerked in pain then pushed back when her hymen was torn. He’d cruelly made her take her own virginity. Now, she was caught between two invaders. The one in her quim pushed in deeper, slick with her virgin blood. The one in her anus felt so big and thick, stretching her in places that shouldn’t be stretched from the outside. She felt it move deeper inside her, making her push away and take more of his prick in her once-virgin quim.

“I’ve got both holes for my own,” Joseph proudly declared to all. Her pussy was so hot and tight around his cock. He reluctantly pulled his finger out of her ass so he could give all his attention to his cock. There would be time for her ass later once he came in her once-virgin pussy for the first time.

She felt some relief when he deserted her backside, but his hands on her hips sought more pleasure from his prick. She could feel the massive flesh stretch her as he began to push it inside her. She felt him pull out, but it was only so he could get more power behind the next thrust and take her deeper. She hadn’t even seen his prick, but she could feel it. It stretched and rubbed her in places that were untouched. It continued to burrow into her like some animal.

Now that was pure pleasure. His cock continued to go in deeper as her insides stretched and her muscles surged around it with such joy. He had a hard time pulling out when she gripped him so tight, but then, he thrust in with all the power he could muster to drive inch after inch of cock inside her. He kept her cheeks parted so he could watch her tiny anus open and close in sympathy to what her pussy endured to take his cock. It took long minutes, but he was soon fully inside her pussy. He began to fuck her vigorously as he sought to cum. He didn’t desert her anus. He began to spank it with two fingers, not hard at first but with enough authority so that she knew he was her master. Each time he slapped her, her pussy muscles would tighten up. He didn’t know if she did it on purpose or it was reflective, but he didn’t care.

She felt him spank her in such an unlikely place. His fingers assaulted her anus. It stung the first time and he continued to hit her harder with each blow, but it lost its painful consequences as her quim clenched on his prick in response. Her body was in a state of flux, Frances unable to understand what was happening to her. His prick took her fully with each thrust as his hands guided her every movement to give him the pleasure he desired. She couldn’t believe that his prick could get bigger, but it felt that way. She’d wished she could’ve seen it before he took her. It was still a mystery to her.

He quit slapping her anus, concentrating on driving her up and down on his cock. He was ready to cum as he speeded up his thrusts. “Squeeze my cock with your pussy so I can fill you with my cum.”

She didn’t know what to expect, but it was about to happen to her. Her once-virgin quim was taken by his prick with such power. Now, she’d feel a man cum, not sure what that would feel like or if she could even feel it. It shocked her when he cried out so loudly, but it was followed by a jet of his cum that bathed her quim. She could smell it as he continued to ride her, surprised when she felt another jet shoot inside her. How many times will he do this? She could feel his wetness flood her as he continued to spew inside her. Will he never finish?

It was as if her pussy wrung every drop of cum from his balls with her clenching muscles. For a virgin, she was a natural. He shot inside her as if he hadn’t cum in weeks or months. He didn’t want it to end, but she finally drained him dry. Even then, he was reluctant to pull out, but it was her pussy that forced him to leave. He saw his white cum leak out behind it. She was well fucked.

She was disappointed when he pulled out. It felt like gallons of his cum was inside her, but it was her disappointment that she didn’t get any pleasure. Will he be the only one that gets pleasure from this? She waited on his lap, not sure if he was done with her or what would happen.


CHAPTER 8

Her Birthday Cakes

Clara got up to help Joseph. “Over here, Frances. There is more birthday celebration for you.”

Frances was led over to the table.

“Take off the rest of your clothes, Frances,” Joseph ordered her.

She looked over, and everyone looked at her. She was naked from the waist down, and his cum still dripped down her thighs. She was expected to strip naked in front of them, and she knew there would be more than that. The table was long and could hold a body, her body. She began to unbutton the silk blouse. Her fingers trembled as she opened each button as if it was the first button she opened. It began to open up. The camisole left a lot of her cleavage exposed as she pulled the blouse off. She held her breath as she pulled the camisole off, putting her hands over her naked breasts in shame. It was a futile gesture as she was naked below the waist and they’d seen her lose her virginity to the man. She put her arms to the sides and stood there, naked in her splendor.

Her full breasts stood up haughtily, but it was her nipples that stood out like hard pebbles surrounded by large, dark areolas. Frances stood up tall and straight with her back arched. Joseph didn’t know if she did this naturally or she was thrusting out her breasts proudly for all to see. They’ll make nice targets. “Sit on the table.”

She didn’t protest as she sat on the edge of the table, her thighs clenched tightly together, as if that would do any good.

“Lie back and relax.” Clara tried to soothe her as she gently pushed her onto her back. “Slide back farther so your feet can be all the way on the table.”

She squeaked along the cold wooden table as she got into the center of it. She saw the two of them tower over her as they stood near her. She grew nervous.

“Arms stretched over your head,” Clara ordered her as Joseph waited with the leather straps and cuffs. Before Frances knew what was happening, he pinned both of her wrists in one hand and he began to secure her wrists in the leather cuffs.

She looked behind her when her hands were grasped and saw leather straps in his hands. Instinct told her to fight, but she didn’t. She had to obey, that was her life now. She’d already lost her virginity; it would be foolish to fight them now and end up in the street already. She’d have to endure. If Catherine could do it, she’d do it, too. It didn’t take long before her arms were stretched tightly over her head. But then, she felt hands on her legs, one of them on each side of her. In their hands were more leather straps, and she knew where they’d go, but she didn’t expect that they’d spread her legs, although she should’ve. When they finished, her legs were spread to the edges of the table. Her quim opened up once again, and the way she faced, all the other people had an excellent view to see her intimately. At least her backside wasn’t easily accessible.

They weren’t finished with her yet. Joseph had a large leather belt that went around her middle and pinned her to the table. He didn’t want her to squirm much.

She felt like a bug that was pinned to an examination table. She couldn’t move an inch. Then, she saw him open up a box. He took out a dozen candles, but these weren’t small birthday candles. They were long, black tapers. She smelled the match as he lit it, and then, he touched it to one of the candles. It began to flicker brightly, and she saw him tilt it slightly until the wax began to melt. It ran down the side of the taper until it dropped onto the table. “NNNOOO!” She couldn’t understand how naïve she was until she realized what he was about to do. He’d drip the wax but not on the table. It would be on her body, and she feared the position she was bound in where it would be dripped.

“Instead of making a wish and blowing out the candle, I’m going to make a wish and make my wish happen with the candle.”

She couldn’t do a thing as he moved close to her. She knew where he was aiming as he stood near to her head. He reached over with the candle and poised it over her right breast. He lowered it until it was about two feet above it, and then, he tilted the candle. She could only watch in apprehension as the flame flickered on the black wax. It slowly began to melt. It was as if it was slow motion as the wax melted and began to slide down the edge of the candle. It began to form up into a ball at the edge as more hot wax joined the rest. The ball of wax began to stretch, and then, it slowly began to break away. It suddenly broke free and dropped onto her flesh with a loud thud. It took a second, but it felt like eternity before the hot wax seared and encased its target, her nipple. It was still hard when it hit, as though she wanted this. “OOOOWWWW!” The searing heat went to the depths of her breast like a spear. Even as the wax cooled, her nipple was trapped in the warming embrace of the wax.

Joseph dropped more wax on her unprotected breast, but it didn’t have the impact as when he scorched her nipple. She cried out, but it wasn’t as desperate. He moved to the other side of her. There was still another nipple that was untouched. His fingers ran sensuously over the very tip of it until he coaxed it to hardness. “Your nipple begs for the touch of the hot wax, Frances.”

It was worse this time, because she knew what would happen and what it would feel like. She begged him, but he only smirked. He’d taken his prick out again, and his wife stroked it. He enjoyed her anguish. She feared what he’d subjected her to in the future if this made him excited. He tilted the candle, and she watched as her fate unfolded in front of her. It didn’t take long before her cry rang out in the room as a thick lump of hot wax surrounded her nipple. It took a long time before the intense pain turned to a dull ache. She was sure that her nipples were ruined. At least she had no more nipples to torment.

Joseph’s erection returned to its hardness, but there was more. He moved to her legs with Clara next to him with her fingers wrapped around his cock. Soon, he’d have Frances trained to be his sex slave and obedient to his every perverted wish.

“Should I spread her lips open for you, Joseph?”

“No, let me work on her outer lips first.” He’d take her from pain to pleasure before she knew what happened. He was sure that she was a bit sore from him taking her virginity, but that only made it better.

“Not there, please, noooooo!” Now she panicked. Her nipples were sensitive enough, but her quim was delicate and shouldn’t be treated like that. She begged and pleaded, but his wife only rubbed his prick faster as the candle was poised over her quim. Her only saving grace was that he held it up higher so it would cool faster as it fell, but she doubted that she’d know the difference when the wax found its target. He’d done this before, because his aim was excellent. The candle was burned halfway down, but there was a lot left to melt.

Joseph began to melt the wax. He’d start at the top of her slit, catching each side as he worked down her lips. Her bush was fine hairs, but they’d soon be thick with the black wax. The first drop fell quickly and found her full, puffy lips with ease and slapped loudly on the flesh.

She cried out, but it wasn’t as intense as she expected it to be. It stung all the way down, but she didn’t know if it was because of her pubic hairs or she was just getting used to being subjected to such abuse. He went from one side to the other, but it was when his wife opened up her lips that she feared now. Her inner lips were soft and delicate, hidden from the outside by her lips.

Joseph grew bored at getting no response from her. She whimpered, but she sounded like a lost puppy, not the anguish that made his cock hard. “Spread her open, and we’ll see what kind of response we get out of Frances.”

For the first time she felt a woman’s hands between her legs. It was shameful when she pinched her lips tightly and then spread them wide, but it was her husband that she feared and his candle. She saw the eager look in his eyes as the candle wax melted. He got his wish when the first blob of hot wax found her soft inner lips. “OOOOWWWW!”

Her cry shattered the room, but Joseph didn’t wait before he moved the candle to the other side. He’d started in the middle so he could end up at each end with her clit receiving the final wax. His balls ached in the need to cum, in spite of cumming not too long ago. He was sure he could do it again with ease.

It was as bad as she though it would be, but at least he moved quickly up and down her slit. The worst part was when he dropped wax on her newly opened quim. It felt as though it flowed freely inside. But her mind changed when he went back up her slit and he sought out that special place that she’d never touched. The wax found her pleasure button before her fingers had tested her pleasure. As she cried out, she hoped he didn’t ruin her forever.

He knew that she’d be okay after he finished with the wax. He’d done this many times, and except for some tenderness, they all survived the ordeal and it made them more obedient. He picked up the eighteen-inch wooden ruler now. It was a sturdy ruler, but the length gave it some flexibility.

She didn’t have to ask the question of what he’d do with the ruler. He was at her knees, and he reached out between her legs. She tried to close them, but all it did was make her muscles clench. The straps held her legs submissively spread and left her vulnerable.

“Smmack! SMMMMACCKKK!” He started with her thighs, working over the white, soft flesh from knees to crotch with deliberate skill. He could see the way her body tightened up when he approached her crotch, but then, he moved to the other side to make the white skin just as pink.

“Smmack! SMMMMACCKKK!”

Frances braced herself, but she was surprised when he used the ruler on her quim the first time. It smashed onto her lips, but they were fleshy, and except for a tingle, the pain wasn’t there. The wax went flying as the ruler knocked it off with each blow.

“Smmack! SMMMMACCKKK!”

Even when he began to run up and down her outer lips on both sides, it didn’t hurt. Frances was confused at her reactions. She did cry out for him to stop, but it was for him, not her. She could feel her lips swell up under the assault of the hard ruler, but it wasn’t without a pleasurable tingle between her legs. Her outer lips only had small places where the black wax was stuck to her pubic hairs.

“She grows wet,” Joseph surprised by her reaction. “Hold her open, Clara, so I can find nice, delicate flesh for the ruler.”

Clara was more than willing. She gripped one of her lips tightly between her index finger and thumb. She felt the oily wetness as she began to pull her lip open. The insides were covered with black wax, but just a touch of her fingers knocked it off. She was too wet beneath it for it to stick anymore.

“SMMMMACCKKK! SMMMMACCKKK!”

“AAAHHH!” That got Frances attention. She was tender from the wax, and the wooden ruler was flexible as it sprang and hit her inner lips with such conviction. It burned, but it quickly went away as her body braced for the next blow. It was forthcoming quickly.

“SMMMMACCKKK! SMMMMACCKKK!”

Her cry was muffled as the rule took its toll on her inner lips. She grew wetter, and she didn’t understand why, but she was unfulfilled when she lost her virginity and wanted to experience what a woman feels when she received pleasure. If this was the only way she could do it that is what she’d do. She hoped that her pleasure button wouldn’t be immune from the ruler. She could only hope that it wouldn’t be pure pain she felt.

“SMMMMACCKKK! SMMMMACCKKK!”

Clara held each side open while Joseph worked her over. The ruler hit her flesh with a resounding wet thump instead of a smack. She grew wetter. Clara could see the signs that Joseph wouldn’t miss his own pleasure. He stroked his cock as he hit her with the ruler. “Hit her clit, make her cum for you.”

Frances felt her lips pulled back at the top of her slit. I can almost feel my pleasure button swell up as if it seeks out the harsh touch of the ruler, or was it my imagination? Her ass rose up from the table to push her quim higher.

“TTTHHUDD! THHHUDD!”

“AAAAHHHWWW!” Frances never felt anything like it before. It was pain and pleasure mixed together until she couldn’t tell the difference between them or cared. It felt like her pleasure button swelled up and filled with blood. She saw the ruler swing down once again, and her body shuddered as it took its toll on her most intimate body. She cried out again as her pleasure button felt as though it would explode.

“TTTHHUDD! THHHUDD!”

He continued to pummel the same spot as she cried out, but it wasn’t pain that brought her cry. The ruler was wet each time he pulled it back.

“TTTHHUDD! THHHUDD!”

“PPPLEEASSE!” She cried out, not to stop but to continue. Her body began to shudder, and her quim clenched tight as if his prick was inside her. This was so perverted and unexpected, but Frances knew that she wouldn’t last much longer. She felt her body respond all the way between her legs. Just one more time, that’s all it would take. “Harder,” she cried out in surrender.

Joseph stroked his cock faster as he swung the ruler with such power. It crashed down onto her slit and crushed her clit onto her pelvic bone, but he could see the wetness fly off.

“TTTHHUDD! THHHUDD!”

“AAAAHHH! AAAAHHH!” Her body felt as though she went into convulsions. Everything exploded, from her pleasure button to her nipples to her brain. The pleasure swept through her body, and then, she saw his prick near her face. He stroked it rapidly. She knew what he was about to do, and she should’ve turned her head to the side to get out of the way, but she didn’t. She finally got a glimpse of his prick, hard and throbbing. The tiny hole in the tip opened up and shot out a jet of white cum. Her mouth was open as she cried out, but she didn’t close it even as the cum landed on her lower lip. When she felt the hot crème touch her flesh, her pleasure moved to a higher plane as the ruler took its toll on her pleasure button once again. Now more sensitive, it sent her flying higher.

“TTTHHUDD! THHHUDD!”

Everyone watched Frances and Joseph cum in unison. It was a proud moment for Joseph. He’d made this virgin cum while slapping her clit with a ruler. He came on her face, and she eagerly let him. He shot more cum as he saw it drip down her soft complexion.

It took Frances a long time before she could draw in a full breath. She’d never experienced anything like that before. She had her first orgasm, although she never expected it to be in such a manner. She felt the hot crème run down her chin. He’d cum on her face, and she encouraged it. She couldn’t take her eyes off his prick. She could finally see it in all its glory, although it lost some of its hardness and it was wet with his leaking cum. The head was an angry red, smooth, not like the shaft that was wrinkled. It wasn’t as big as it was, but it was still formidable after cumming twice. He must be done with her.

“Help me put her on her belly,” he told Clara.

Frances’s body felt like jelly, unable to move as they untied her legs but not her arms. They easily turned her onto her belly, her legs spread and bound once again. She saw him move next to her waist with a new black candle in his hand, but he did something strange. He put some grease on the bottom of it where it was thicker. This candle was different from the others. It had two balls at the end about an inch wide and separated by a thin shaft of wax. She didn’t understand why he lubricated them until she felt his hands run over her buttocks once again.

“NO, NO, NOT THERE!” She cried out in real anguish. The wax balls were much bigger than his fingers. She was grateful for the lubricant, but that would do little to make it easier for something that big to go into a tiny hole like her anus.

He pulled her cheeks apart and exposed the pucker of her anus. He placed the black candle over the tiny pink hole. “Relax. It’s the only way,” he urged her, but it would go in no matter what.

She felt the overpowering presence of the candle on her anus. The pressure began, and she could feel the way her anal ring began to flourish open as the slick ball on the candle began to spread her open. Her muscles were useless in the fight to keep it out. Her ring stretched wider, France fearing that she’d tear before it entered her. Then, suddenly, it popped in. She felt her muscles pull it in and then snap shut tightly around the slim shaft. She’d survived, but she had a lump inside her anus that pushed hard in her rectum.

Joseph stood the candle up proudly for all to see, and then, he lit it. “Be still, France, so we can celebrate your birthday. You ass cakes have a candle for me to blow out.” Joseph kneeled between her legs. He began to stroke his cock. He had to show everyone that he could cum once again, for it would be his cum that would snuff out the candle.

She braced herself for the melting wax to seek out her anal ring. It took a long time, but then, the first drop hit her anus. It made her muscles spasm, but it wasn’t as painful as she expected. It was warm on her flesh, but that was all. It was more disturbing to have a candle shoved up her backside and lit for all to see. She could see the man behind her stroking his prick once again. He’d got hard from seeing her degradation.

It took Joseph ten minutes and the candle had burned halfway down before he was ready. Her anus was covered in a black seal of thick wax, but it was the way the candle stood out of her ass hole just as his cock would soon do that made him so excited.

“HHHHIISSS!”

She heard the flame of the candle being extinguished, but she was shamed when she felt his cum splat on her buttocks when he shot out and it hit the candle. She didn’t understand where all his cum came from, but it blanketed her buttocks until he was finally finished. The candle was unceremoniously pulled from her anus. She had to endure the stretching once again until it popped out and her anal ring closed in defiance. Finally, he was done with her.

France was glad to get back to the orphanage, even if it was in the back away from the others. Catherine greeted her. She got her best friend back once again.


CHAPTER 9

Broken Rule

Anna and Eva ended up at New Beginnings Orphanage within a day of each other. It wasn’t by chance; they were friends for years. Their fathers were in business together, jointly owning a manufacturing company in nearby Pennsylvania. Their wealth was intimately entwined with each other. Their company was listed on the New York Stock Exchange, and its value plummeted with the crash. They’d borrowed on margin to buy more stock, and when the value continued to decline, the banks called the notes and sold the underlying stock to pay back the margin debt. It didn’t take long before they no longer owned a single share of stock in the company they’d built for over twenty years. It was a devastating blow that grew worse as the company’s financial situation deteriorated just as rapidly. Orders began to dry up, and sales plummeted. It wasn’t long before the bank put a chain on the fence and closed it up.

It was a week later that the two men and their wives set sail on a small schooner they owned. The two daughters were staying at a friend’s house for a slumber party and didn’t know of their parents’ sailing excursion. The parents had arranged for a mutual friend be their godparents three months prior. It was a good family that would take care of them if anything happened.

They never returned from the sailing excursion. The schooner was found the next day, adrift far out in the ocean with no land in sight. No note was found, but it was determined that they drowned by their own hand. The girls were devastated at their parents’ deaths. The good planning of the parents for a godfather that would take care of the girls was fraught with failure. The godparents didn’t do any better with the financial crisis and lost their money within days. With two children of their own, they were poor and destitute and unable to take on two more mouths to feed. Luckily, they stumbled on a Good Samaritan that managed to get the girls into a nice orphanage. They thanked Theodore Lewis for securing them a place at New Beginnings Orphanage.

Anna and Eva was always a bit of trouble at the orphanage, and it grew worse as they neared their eightieth birthday. They grew to be the tallest girls, both of them five feet eight inches tall in flats. Anna had blonde hair, while Eva was jet black so it was easy to distinguish them. If any man would’ve been lucky enough to see them, they would have noticed their blossomed bodies. Full breasts and a luscious ass were proudly on display on each of them. The school clothes tended to flatter their bodies. No man saw the mischievous twinkle in their eyes. They would be trouble for any man in the future, but they’d be worth it.

The two of them had already run afoul of the orphanage rules, most notably girl exploration. It was six months ago that they were caught, but no one knew if they had disobeyed the rules before but hadn’t been caught.

Pearl had been alerted to a suspected problem. She took her job seriously, and this could ruin the girls for what Mr. Lewis had planned for them. He wanted innocent women. Pearl stayed up at night for three consecutive nights.

Anna waited until everyone was asleep. She was good at waking herself up. It was two o’clock in the morning. She looked out the window, and it was completely dark, only a hint of the moon. She waited behind her shut door and listened for any sounds. She was patient and waited for ten minutes before she opened her door, but she didn’t go out. Anna had planned this for weeks, not even Eva knew of the plan. That made it more exciting. She was clad in a camisole and white undergarments.

She peered out into the hallway, empty and dark, lit only by a single lamp halfway down. She took a step out and walked softly on the wooden floor, barefoot so not to make a sound. She moved quicker as she neared the single light and then went past it, stopping at the second door down. She turned the handle silently, needing to get out of the hallway quickly. She was too vulnerable there. The bedroom was dark, as expected, and Anna closed the door without making a sound. She leaned against it, her heart racing and her breathing ragged. Her breasts heaved as she struggled to fill her lungs. She’d been in the room thousands of times, so she knew where everything was by heart. Yet, it was as if she could see in the dark. Eva lay on the bed, the white comforter pushed to the side because it was too warm, but a thin white sheet covered her. She lay on her side, her plump ass pushed out toward Anna. Her black hair spread out over the white pillowcase, as if it was liquid that spilled. She faced the wall, turned away from Anna.

Her breathing returned, but so did something else. She felt wetness between her legs, knowing that she wasn’t allowed to touch herself. She might not break that rule, but she intended to flaunt the rule against girl exploration. Eva lay on the bed so close to Anna. She was her prey. They had talked about it for months now that they grew older, yet all girls their age talked about sex. Anna saw the way Eva’s face grew flushed during their discussions and the way she couldn’t sit still. Not even talking about masturbation or girl sex changed it. Eva had the same desires as Anna.

Anna crept the three feet over to the bed silently. She hoped that Eva was a sound sleeper for she wanted to surprise her, and the further she could go before she woke up, the better. She kneeled on the bed, stopping as it sank down. There wasn’t a stir out of Eva. She slid closer to Eva. She gently gripped the top of the sheet and slowly began to pull it down. She didn’t stop until she reached as far as she could without moving and slipped it past her feet. Anna didn’t want Eva to get her feet caught in it. Anna could see better now. Eva wore a short nightshirt of silk. That would be more difficult, but if she was lucky, Eva would be naked beneath it. She could hear Eva’s soft breathing.

Anna gripped the bottom of the nightshirt and slowly drew it up until it caught beneath her. It was almost to her waist, and she was pleased that Eva was naked beneath it. She could make out her white buttocks with the sharp divide between them. If only she could see more. Anna couldn’t resist as her hand slid down until she touched the warm, silky skin of her buttocks. Her hands gently caressed the soft flesh, but Eva didn’t stir. Anna grew bolder, sliding her hand down so she could force the rest of the nightshirt trapped beneath her body. She held her breath and hoped she wouldn’t waken. It took a bit, but she finally got it to her waist. She couldn’t dare try to get it any higher. Her breasts were still covered, but she was naked from the waist down. That was more than sufficient for what Anna planned.

Now was the difficult part. Anna began to nudge Eva’s body over onto her back. Anna was about to say something, thinking Eva woke up as she rolled over onto her back without any more nudges. Yet, when Anna looked, Eva’s eyes were still closed and she breathed rhythmically. Anna looked down at the jet-black bush between her legs. Anna crawled farther down the bed. She used a gentle nudge on one ankle to spread her legs. It wasn’t as difficult as Anna expected. It was as if Eva spread her legs in her sleep. Anna wondered what she was dreaming. Anna’s heart raced as she knelt between her spread legs and leaned forward until she could inhale that musty scent of her pussy. She couldn’t stop herself any longer. She began to lay soft, wet kisses along Eva’s thighs as she edged up to her pussy.

Eva struggled in her dream. Her pussy was soaking wet. She was naked and spread as she felt her hands touch her thighs. She wasn’t allowed to touch her pussy, yet she had no control over her hands as they moved along her thighs. It was strange as her hands were soft and wet. Eva could do nothing but spread her legs wider and wait for her hands to touch her pussy and break the rules.

It was everything and more than Anna expected. Her fingers parted the black bush and found the puffy lips wet. Her tongue began to make soft, wet circles along her inner lips to lap up her golden nectar. Anna found so much pleasure in controlling Eva’s pussy with her mouth. Eva’s hips began to move even though she wasn’t awake.

Eva felt something strange but not bad. Her pussy was being touched, yet Eva wasn’t doing it. Her eyes suddenly opened, and she saw a body between her spread legs. She should’ve shouted out in defiance, but the maddening tongue was doing things to her that she never knew existed. “Who?” The words came out of her mouth softly as though not to disturb the other person. Eva didn’t want it to stop.

“It’s Anna. Do you want me to stop?” She didn’t wait for an answer, her mouth returned.

Eva couldn’t have said no if she tried. Anna’s tongue knew exactly where and how to touch her. “Never,” she replied.

“What is going on here?” Pearl’s voice rang out so loud that everyone could hear. That was the purpose. She wanted everyone to know that they were caught doing what they shouldn’t. She turned on the light and saw Anna with her head between the legs of Eva. Eva was naked from the waist down, and her legs were spread wide. There was a look of pleasure etched in Eva’s face until she realized that she was caught and the pleasure ended. Anna had a smirk on her face as she pulled from between Eva’s legs, but there was an unmistakable shimmer of wetness on her lips.

Eva quickly pulled her nightshirt down as everyone else came to see what the commotion was. Pearl marched Anna back to her room. “We’ll talk about this in the morning when clearer heads will prevail.”

“You stay in your room, Eva. I’ll talk to you also tomorrow. Everyone else go back to your rooms.”

It was a two-hour lecture with Pearl the next day, but the most humiliating part was each had to submit to an intimate examination to make sure that they still retained their innocence. Pearl was lucky as they were both still virgins. When Pearl finished, she hoped that she instilled enough fear in the both of them so this wouldn’t happen again. Pearl would have to keep an eagle eye on them for the next six months until they turned of age. Mr. Lewis would be extremely disappointed to lose two out of six women at this late date.


CHAPTER 10

Girls, Girls

When Pearl talked to Anna about her alternatives as she neared her eightieth birthday, Anna took very little time to make her decision. She saw the outside world, but that didn’t scare her. It was what the other alternative would offer her that excited her. Since her sexual upbringing was stifled, she sought out the opposite now. She cared little that it would be older men. They were more experienced and worldly in the ways of pleasure. The thought of many people watching her excited her, and the thought of exotic perversions made it difficult not to masturbate late at night.

For Eva, it was a more difficult decision to make. She feared living on her own in the new world that she saw. Poverty was rampant, and there were the dangers for a young woman out on her own. The thought of giving her innocence to older men scared her. She knew little of what they’d want from her, and the thought of doing it in front of many others was a terrifying thought. She pondered it for week and spoke to Anna about it. She wished that she had Anna’s boldness and curiosity. Then, there was the matter of the night that Anna tried to make love to her. Eva found that to be far too enjoyable, even though it never came to fruition. Would I enjoy being with a man as much as the thought of being with a woman excites me more? Anna tried to convince her that she might get both. It wasn’t just the men, but also, their wives would be there. Maybe, a wife would have a desire to get pleasure with one of them. She finally made up her mind. She accepted the offer to stay. Anna was ecstatic and managed to kiss her before she knew what happened. No one was around luckily. Eva felt soft lips touch hers, but it was the eager tongue that pushed into her mouth and explored it so intimately that excited her. Hard breasts pushed against her, and Eva couldn’t stop her hips from moving as pussy ground against pussy. Her body tingled with such pleasure. Anna knew enough to break the kiss before it was too late to stop the inevitable. Not a word was said.

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Anna and Eva left by the front door of the orphanage at the same time by design. They were taken to Mr. Lewis’s grand estate. Each was ushered into a separate room where their clothes were laid out for them. Both were surprised that instead of skirts or dresses, they were given slacks to wear, although they were flattering to their figures. Anna got a white button-down blouse, but it had a necktie with it, more colorful with flowery designs than a man’s tie but, nonetheless, a necktie. Eva got a cashmere sweater that caressed her breasts in its warm, soft embrace. It should’ve been a hint, but neither of them realized what might have been obvious.

They both sat nervously until they were taken downstairs together by Pearl.

Pearl opened the door for them, but that is as far as she’d go. The people inside wanted their privacy when they partook of their pleasure and perversions.

Anna was excited when she saw the mattress on the floor. There were large, upholstered chairs that surrounded it, all filled with men and women. They all looked at her when she walked in. It wasn’t what she expected, but the unknown is what excited her.

Eva was frightened out of her wits when she saw all the people and the mattress in the center of it. When she thought of being watched by others, she never expected anything like this. It was as if it was a stage for her to perform on. At least all of the people were dressed. It would’ve been much worse if she were greeted by a room full of naked men and women.

Samuel stood up to greet them. It would be George and himself that would be entertained by the two women. One of the women’s attributes was that they were taller than most women. Samuel and George were over six feet tall, but that wasn’t what Samuel was known for. It was his cock that was big, over eight inches and thick. His body was slim and fit in spite of his age. George had a similar build, but he wasn’t as big down there, but he his cock was talented. He had a way to make women cum with such ease. “Welcome, Anna and Eva. Come join me in the center.”

There would be no preliminaries or introductions. It would start immediately. Anna eagerly stepped onto the mattress, Eva more reluctant, but she followed Anna in hopes that everything would be okay.

Anna saw the bulge in his pants. She’d never seen anything that big, although she’d never seen a grown man’s cock before, but from what she’d heard, this one was exceptionally large. She couldn’t wait to see it. Eva stood behind her, as if to hide.

“I’ve been told that you two were the only girls to get caught breaking the rules. Pearl said you were exploring each other one night when she caught you.”

Eva turned red as everyone looked at them, but Anna spoke up immediately. “Yes, but we were stopped,” she boldly exclaimed.

“Yes, and you, Anna, were the instigator. We have no such rules anymore. You’re free to engage in any sexual activity. Anna, why don’t you show us what you wanted to do to Eva that night. We’re very interested.” Samuel sat down.

“No, no,” Eva cried out to Anna.

“Quiet and behave, Eva.” Anna put her arms around her and pulled her body against hers. She whispered into her ear. “Make believe that there is no one else in the room except for the two of us. I’m going to give you your first orgasm.”

Eva trembled as Anna gently laid her down on the mattress. It was comfortable, but when she looked, she saw everyone look down at them. She turned away, hoping to do as Anna said and ignore them. Anna pushed her back until she was flat on her back.

“That’s a nice necktie, Anna. Why don’t you use it to tie Eva’s hands over her head?”

Anna quickly pulled the necktie off. She’d never thought of such a thing, but it made perfect sense. She pinned Eva’s hands over her head. “Hold still,” she ordered her. Anna liked playing the part of the aggressor. This wouldn’t be the gentle touch of the night that they got caught when she feared that Eva would wake up too soon. Eva would be her prey, and she could do anything she wanted to her. They’d expect that from her, and she wouldn’t let them down.

It was a terrifying thought of being bound, but it was Anna that was doing it. She’d never considered that she’d be bound, but it became a reality in such a short time. When the tie was knotted and she couldn’t move her hands, she found that when Anna did it, it wasn’t so bad. She was helpless now, and she couldn’t stop Anna from doing anything to her. It wouldn’t be her fault. She’d have no choice. When her arms were released, she made no effort to pull them down. They stayed submissively bound over her head. Her body was laid out for Anna to have her way with. Anna got between her legs, forcing her to spread them wide. But it wasn’t her pussy that she sought out. She kneeled between her legs and reached over to grasp her breasts in her hands.

Anna could feel Eva’s nipples harden beneath her hands as she explored Eva’s full breasts. It didn’t take long before she saw the tips push out the sweater so vividly as though they begged to be touched. Her thumb and forefinger gripped each hardening nipple and began with a gentle squeeze but grew harsher. Eva didn’t move her hands or protest, and in fact, she arched her back as if she sought to push her breasts out further. Anna began to twist her nipples, gripping so tight that they couldn’t escape and gnarling them with her powerful fingers.

It hurt and felt good all at the same time. Eva was confused but growing excited. She paid all her attention to Anna and watched as her breasts and nipples were fondled and squeezed with such power. She didn’t expect her breasts to be that sensitive, but her nipples swelled up to such hardness with pounding blood that went to the depths of her breasts. Would her mouth do the same thing?

Anna grew more eager and excited as she released her breasts but only for a minute. She gripped the bottom of the sweater and pushed it up until it went over Eva’s head. She couldn’t get it off her bound hands, but it was out of the way. She saw the silk camisole and did the same, baring Eva’s breasts. She moved away for a minute so all could see Eva naked from the waist up. Then, her hands went back to work fondling her, but this time, it was naked flesh that she caressed.

Her upper body grew flushed as she looked up when she heard all the people murmur softly. She knew why, her breasts were naked for all to see, including her shamefully hard nipples that stood out like rocks. She turned away from them as soon as Anna’s hands returned. Her fingers caressed softly over the very tips of her nipples. The slight touch made them rise up bigger, as if they sought to find the fingers to pluck at them. Anna began to roll her nipples and squeeze her breasts, but it was the warm breath that blew on them that excited Eva. Warm, soft lips began to kiss and suckle her nipples, and Eva arched her back exaggeratedly, driving her breasts up to meet the waiting mouth. If her wrists weren’t bound, she would’ve pulled Anna’s head harder down onto her breasts. She enjoyed the soft touch, but her body desired the harsher touch. She wanted to be taken.

Anna went to work on them, licking, sucking and biting her nipples. She heard Eva moan and felt her push her breast into her mouth, so Anna took advantage of it. At the same time, her hands slid down, and she pushed her hand between her clenched legs. She pushed hard until she could grasp her crotch in her fingers and squeeze hard. She pulled her mouth from her breasts. “Spread your legs,” she ordered her. She clenched her crotch one more time, this time harder.

Except for that one night when they were caught, Eva never felt a hand between her legs before. Even her own was careful not to arouse her. She had to spread her legs as the fingers dug into her mound hard, clenching and squeezing. It should hurt, but any touch felt good. Her hips began to move each time her mound was clenched. The fingers touched her in places that had never been touched like that before.

Anna saw how excited Eva got with having her pussy grabbed, so she deserted her breasts and moved down to her pussy. She released her grip on her crotch, but only so she could work her pants off. She opened the buttons and then slipped the zipper down. She could see the panic in Eva’s face, but Anna couldn’t wait to taste her sweet nectar once again.

It was a shameful sight to see, especially for Eva. Anna peeled her pants down her legs, but when they got to her ankles, she pulled her legs high up into the air. It made it easier and more exposing for all to see. Only then did she peel the pants off her ankles, but she didn’t release her legs. She held them high up into the air as if Eva was displayed like an animal. She was up so high that her ass was off the ground. They could see everything with only her thin undergarment that covered her most intimate body.

Anna used Eva as a trophy to show everyone. Now, she’d do the complete unveiling. She could see that the men and women grew restless and wanted to see more. Anna would give them what they wanted. She slowly pulled Eva’s undergarment slowly down over her buttocks to reveal her firm, white flesh and the sharp divide between them. As soon as she got it below her crotch, she slapped her buttocks hard.

“OOOOWWW!” Eva was shocked when her backside was spanked. She didn’t expect that. It burned for a second, but she had more to worry about as Anna slowly pulled her undergarment off until it was thrown on the mattress. Her legs were yanked back down to the mattress, but as Anna did that, Anna spread her legs wide until her crotch ached. Anna held them as all gazed at her black bush proudly displayed.

Anna smiled at Eva as her head went down between her legs. Her tongue ran up her thigh, and she couldn’t stop when she found the edge of her pussy. Her pussy lips were wet. Eva anticipated this as much as Anna did. But, Anna wondered if she’d be so willing when she required Eva to do the same thing to her in front of everyone. She wouldn’t have a choice. Her fingers pulled her lips apart and kept them spread wide so she could intimately inspect her with her tongue. She loved the tight inner lips, pink and wet. Her tongue began to work her over and arouse Eva to a fever pitch. Anna wanted to get naked, feel the touch of a tongue between her legs and join in the pleasure.

Eva couldn’t contain the moans of pleasure that came from her mouth. All of the pleasure came back to her from that night six months ago. This time, Eva would get her final pleasure, and she’d be a woman. Anna knew exactly where and how to touch her as if she did it to herself before. The tongue moved up and down her slit as her fingers kept her spread open wide. She could hear the shameful sucking noise of Anna’s tongue, but the pleasure far outweighed the shame.

Anna nudged her finger into Eva’s tight, virgin hole until she felt her elastic hymen. She knew enough not to bust it. Her tongue moved back up, but his time, her fingers preceded it. They sought out the heart of her soul, her pleasure button. She could feel it begin to swell up as her fingers pinched the edges of it to trap it. Then, her tongue moved to join her fingers. The tip of her tongue raced across the very tip, and there was no stopping it from growing hard. It slipped out of hiding as her tongue grew more eager and demanding.

“Yes, yes, lick me there,” Eva was beyond herself when she felt the tongue touch her most private place. She thought she came when the wetness flooded her pussy, but Anna continued to attack her pleasure button, and the pleasure didn’t stop from building higher.

Anna sucked her button into her mouth as her tongue ran over it to caress its growing hardness. Her mouth grew wetter from Eva’s growing arousal. She suddenly pulled her mouth away. Eva looked at her with a pleading look on her face.

“Hold still. I’ll be back,” she told her. She stood up and began to take off her clothes. She’d never been naked in front of any man, but she proudly began to undress. She saw the men move in their chairs, and she knew she caused their increasing arousal as she pulled her blouse and camisole off. She arched her back and pushed her breasts out. Her fingers moved up and rolled her nipples until they turned rock hard, proud of her arousal. She eagerly slipped her pants off and her undergarment was gone in seconds. She stood there naked and spread her legs for all to see. She never felt so much pleasure at exposing her body to unknown men and women before. She must be an exhibitionist. It made her soaking wet, and she couldn’t wait to cum for the first time.

Eva couldn’t believe the way Anna took off her clothes and boldly showed her naked body so easily. Then, she looked down at her, Eva eager for her to go back to where she left off. But she surprised her. She knelt down, but she was backward. Her legs were on each side of her head, and when Eva looked up, Anna’s pussy confronted her. She could feel Anna’s breathe blow on her pussy, but it was a disconcerting position that scared her.

“Lick me, Eva, just as I did to you.”

Eva didn’t know why it didn’t dawn on her sooner. Her pussy was inches from Eva’s face. It was so blatantly obvious to everyone but her. She couldn’t do anything as Anna lowered her body down until Eva found her face encased in Anna’s crotch. A wet pussy rubbed on her nose and lips. Just then, Anna’s tongue returned to pleasuring her. Eva had no choice. Her tongue moved out of her mouth tentatively. She touched the wet flesh and tasted the juices. It wasn’t an unpleasant taste. Eva began to do the same thing that was done to her. She found it wasn’t distasteful at all, especially when it felt like her tongue was between her own legs, not Anna’s.

Samuel loved the show they put on. He could see Anna’s ass humping up and down on Eva’s face, and the room was filled with the wet slurping sound of eager tongues in wet pussies. Both women had lovely bodies, now displayed so lovely with spread legs revealing everything. As soon as they had their pleasure, they’d find out the difference that a man could give a woman versus another woman.

Eva never did this before, but she grew enthusiastic as her pleasure began to build up from the reciprocating tongue that lashed out at her pussy. It started off slow, but now, it was fast approaching her ultimate pleasure, or at least, she hoped. If felt as if every part of her body was on edge.

This time, Anna got the same pleasure as Eva. Both of them began to get pleasure from each other. Anna’s tongue flicked faster across Eva’s pleasure button with Eva responding in the same manner.

The group watched as the two women grew nosier, licking and slurping in unrestrained pleasure. They knew it would end soon.

It began as a small shudder that went through their bodies, but they had no control over it as it spiraled bigger. They bucked against each other, driving their soaking wet pussy in each other’s mouth and tongue. Anna dug her fingers into Eva’s buttocks and drew her up into her face. Eva refused to move her hands, bound over her head. She liked the feeling of helplessness as if she was forced to perform this act.

Eva was the first to explode, and she shouted out in pleasure. She’d completely forgotten the audience that watched her with rapt attention. She was lost in her own pleasure. Her pussy convulsed and her clit pulsed with swollen blood and it felt as though it would explode. “Yes, yes, oh, God, yes,” her body spiraled out of control as the pleasure raced to her head and exploded in her brain. She felt the rush of wetness flood her pussy, feeling sorry that Anna was flooded with it, but then, she got the same in return. Anna pushed hard into Eva’s face, and her hips jerked spastically as she rubbed her pussy onto her face. Eva was covered in a thick coat of her pleasure as she submissively licked it up.

Their bodies were covered in a shiny coat of sweat, and the smell of their orgasm filled the room. They were lost in each other’s pleasure as their hips kept moving as their orgasm leaped from plateau to plateau. It took a long time for them to come down before their bodies slumped, unable to breathe. They finally received their pleasure from this once-forbidden act.

Anna finally got off Eva. She saw everyone stare at her as she wiped her wet face and licked her lips to savor the last of Eva’s juices. Anna never thought it could be that good.

Eva couldn’t move any part of her body even as Anna stood up. She was exhausted and every muscle in her body felt like mush. It was as though the orgasm drained every ounce of strength from her body. She couldn’t even close her legs as she finally looked up to see all the faces that stared at her. They’d seen every shameful minute of her orgasm. Anna stood proudly in front of them, but Eva was humiliated to be seen in such a manner.


CHAPTER 11

Men, Men

George joined Samuel when he stood up and went over to the mattress.

“Which one’s first?” Samuel asked George.

“It’s your choice. You can go first.” They’d already decided how this would go. They both would get pleasure at the same time but with only one woman at a time.

“Anna looks more willing and eager. We can tie Eva up when we finish with Anna. I have a feeling she’d like that, although she won’t admit it.” Samuel saw the way she never moved her bound wrists from over her head. “I’m Samuel and that’s George. Sit on the edge of the mattress so we have a lot of room to spread Anna out.”

The reality of the situation came back to Eva when she heard them talk about them as if they weren’t there. She trusted Anna when she was bound by her, but these where older men and they’d do things to her that she didn’t understand or expect. At least she’d have a chance to see what would happen when they took Anna first. Eva had never seen a cock before, and she’d never felt one. Anna took the tie off her wrists, and Eva sat in the corner. Anna didn’t have any problem with them taking her, not even both of them, although she didn’t know how.

She lay down on the mattress and didn’t hesitate to spread her legs to show off her virgin pussy. She looked up at the two men, both tall and fit as they began to undress, but her eyes never left the man that decided her fate. She’d seen the bulge in his pants, and she couldn’t wait to see his cock in real life.

If Samuel thought he might be self-conscious of stripping naked in front of everyone, his fears were dispelled as he saw this virgin goddess laid out before him. Her legs were spread, and he could make out her pink, wet pussy. . She might be a virgin, but she had the look of unbridled lust on her face. His cock felt as though it would rip from his pants unless he unleashed it. He was down to his shorts before she said something.

It bulged in his shorts, and she was sure that it was so long that it would sneak out the waistband of his shorts. He stopped when he got to his shorts, and his hand curled around the covered shaft. She couldn’t wait as she boldly asked him, “Can I see it?”

He walked over until he stood over her upper body, a leg on each side of her. She looked up at him with a hungry look in her eyes. He slowly drew his shorts down. He had to close his legs to get them off, but then, he returned to the position of straddling her body. He let his cock bounce free as the muscles clenched and unclenched. It stuck out in front of him. He wanted to touch it, but he didn’t. He saw her lick her lips.

“It’s so big!”

That made his cock bounce once again as she admired it. “It’s going inside you to take your virginity. But, you must be wet. Play with your pussy and get wet while we watch.”

She drew her legs up until her knees bent, but then, she splayed them apart and her pussy opened up like a spring flower. Her fingers went to her wet pussy, but her eyes never left his magnificent cock. He was big, bigger than her pussy could take but that didn’t dampen her arousal. She wanted to feel what it would be like to be stuffed by his monster and fucked until she came for him. She was already wet, but her fingers felt good. After being told for so long that she couldn’t touch her pussy, she explored it with a newfound sense of pleasure and excitement. He joined her, stroking his cock as her fingers slid up and down her slit. She didn’t ignore her pleasure button, but she didn’t linger on it. She feared that she’d orgasm again. She wanted a cock inside her the next time she did.

“Would you like to touch it?” Samuel didn’t wait for an answer as he crouched down until his cock stood in front of him so close to her. Her hands deserted her pussy and eagerly sought out his cock.

Anna’s fingers grasped around the shaft, and her fingers tightened when she felt the powerful contractions of the muscles. She didn’t expect that. It was hot and hard. Her fingers began to slide up and down the shaft. The skin was loose as she pulled it up and down, but her eyes were glued to the head. It looked like a dark-red hat that sat on the shaft, but unlike the shaft, the head was smooth except for the sharp lip around it. Perched in the exact center was a tiny hole, but she could already see the head glisten in the light from his leaking juices. It was as if she knew what to do. Her thumb began to rub the head, sliding across the wet, smooth flesh. She ran her thumb back and forth over the tiny hole as she felt the wetness that she urged out. The juice was hot and sticky as she rubbed it over the head. She began to stroke his cock to see what other success she might have. She made broad strokes up and down the shaft, and she was sure that it grew longer and thicker.

Samuel couldn’t take much more of this, and he didn’t want to cum until he claimed her for himself. He finally pulled away reluctantly, but his cock bounced in protest. He got between her spread legs and gazed at her pussy. It was dripping wet. She’d grown wetter.

Eva couldn’t believe how bold Anna was. She’d touched his cock and stroked it. It was huge. The other man stood next to her, and Eva had to try hard not to look up at him. His cock was at the same level as her face. She didn’t know what two of them would do to Anna, but she watched as Samuel knelt between Anna’s legs with his cock in his hand.

Anna could feel him between her legs. He rubbed something on her pussy, lifting up her head so she could see. It was his cock. He pressed it up against her slit, riding it up and down as he gathered up her juices. Her breathing grew rapid in anticipation.

Samuel placed the head of his cock on the tight opening of her pussy. He pushed it in the slightest bit until he felt her hymen hold him back. He hesitated as he savored the tightness of her virgin passage around the bulbous head of his cock. He stared into her eyes, wanting to see the moment when he tore her hymen and took her innocence from her.

Anna couldn’t wait, too eager to feel him inside her. She pushed up with her hips at the same time he pushed inside her farther. She felt the stretching of her hymen and then the sharp pain as it tore. She didn’t cry out, although she did bite her lip. The pain was brief, but all her concentration was on the head of his cock as it began to burrow into her pussy. She was stretched wide as she moaned in pleasure when he went in deeper.

He could feel the wetness of her virgin blood, but she never backed away or cried out. His hands went to her hips and began to make her move to take him deeper inside. He pulled out the slightest as her tight muscles gripped the head of his cock like a thousand fingers that sought to massage his cock. “Such a tight pussy, Anna. Take it deeper.”

“OH, GODDD,” she cried out. She never felt anything like it before. She couldn’t believe that she had a cock inside her, but it was alive and moving to go in deeper. She was stretched, and she couldn’t control her muscles as they clenched onto it. The more she clenched, the more his cock moved.

Eva was in awe as she watched Samuel’s cock slowly disappear from sight as Anna took him inside her. She could see pink blood on his cock when he withdrew, but Anna never cried out, and from the moans that came from her lips, it was pure pleasure that she felt. She groaned from one hard thrust of Samuel’s hips. Had he hit bottom? Yet, there were still inches of cock sticking out her pussy. He was too big for her to take.

Anna was surprised when she felt the head of his cock bang harshly against her cervix. That is all the cock she could take. “Fuck me,” she cried out. She wanted to feel a man take her and cum inside her.

Samuel didn’t need any more encouragement. He drew his cock out until her muscles clenched the head tightly to keep it from leaving. Then, he thrust back in, taking her with the full measure of his cock until she couldn’t take any more.

It was time for George to join in. He kneeled on the opposite side of Anna’s head so that Eva could see everything. He’d tease her with what she’d have to do.

Anna was in pure ecstasy as Samuel’s cock began to fuck her. She could feel the ridge on the head rub her insides with such pleasure. Then, she saw a shadow pass over her. When she turned her head to the side, she saw George as he sat next to her. In his hand was his cock. He wasn’t as big as George, but it was still formidable with her limited knowledge of cocks. “Would you like me to stroke it?” She grew bolder. What would it be like to have two cocks to pleasure at once?

“Not with your hands. Keep them down. I want your mouth, but I’ll feed my cock into it.”

Eva was shocked by what he said. She never expected that. His cock was wet on the head where he’d leaked out. Anna would have to taste it. She heard that men came profusely, not like a woman. She hoped that he wouldn’t do that in Anna’s mouth. She expected Anna to reject him, but she should’ve known better. Anna turned her head to the side and her mouth opened wide in invitation, her pink tongue already slipped out to greet his cock.

Anna drooled on his cock as he placed it on her lower lip. She felt the hot flesh touch her, but the moment her tongue touched his cock, it shot up high and slapped against her upper lip before it settled back down once again. This time, she was ready, and she closed her lips on the head of his cock. She captured it when she felt the thick ridge inside the tight embrace of her lips. She knew what he wanted, the same thing a woman did, a tongue to caress it. Her tongue began to swish over the head. She got her first taste of a man’s cum. It was more pungent and salty than a woman’s, but except for a grimace, she hoped that she’d learn to relish the unfamiliar taste.

“That’s it. Suck his cock while I fuck you, Anna.” Samuel began to slow down his thrusts so George could get some pleasure before Samuel came in her.

“Suck the knob, Anna.” He couldn’t control himself with her tight lips and her welcoming tongue. He jetted some precum into her mouth. He saw the surprised look on her face, but she never let go of the grip of her lips on his cock. “Have a little cum for you to savor.” He looked at Eva. She was in shock at what was happening to Anna. “You’re next, Eva. I’m going to fuck your virgin pussy, and you’ll suck Samuel’s cock. It’s going to be wet with cum, and you’ll have to get him hard again.”

Anna grimaced again when he shot inside her mouth, but she never spit his cock out in revulsion.

Eva was disgusted at the thought of taking a wet, cum-laden cock into her mouth and reviving it’s hardness with her mouth while she lost her virginity at the same time. Yet, she couldn’t take her eyes off the cock that split Anna’s lips. Anna nursed it. It wasn’t long before George began to do the same thing that Samuel did, but it was her mouth, not her pussy, that he fucked. His hips began to drive his cock in and out of her lips. His hand held the side of her face to keep her from moving away, although she never tried. Anna looked as though she enjoyed having two cocks in her at the same time.

George began to feed more of his cock into her mouth, and it wasn’t long before there was a sharp gag when the head of his cock went to deep. Anna’s hands went up, but they moved back down before he could protest. That didn’t stop George. He pulled out and then pushed back in, going just as deep and hard until he got another deeper gag from her throat. “You’ll learn to take a cock down your throat, Eva, and give us such pleasure from it.” He hoped Samuel would cum soon, for he didn’t want to cum in Anna’s mouth. He wanted to save his first load of cum for Eva’s virgin pussy, yet he refused to pull out of her mouth until he had to. Anna’s tongue worked magic on his cock, and her gagging only made him longer and harder.

Anna ground her hips, and her muscles rippled along his cock when he withdrew. For a virgin, she had natural skills or enthusiasm. Samuel couldn’t keep up the pace any longer, but he wanted to make sure that Anna wasn’t left unfulfilled. His thumb pushed onto her clit, rubbing it back and forth as he ground it hard against her pelvic bone. He wouldn’t let it escape.

Her pleasure button was crushed and rubbed with such pleasure and pain, not sure which aroused her the most. All while his cock rubbed her in such pleasure. She could feel his cock swell up bigger. Is that a sign that he would cum? She gave over to the pleasure that built up in her body. She knew this time she was ready to cum. “Fucuck me harddddd!” She mumbled the words around the cock that filled her mouth.

Samuel’s cock was a blur as he fucked her harder and deeper, and George joined in taking her mouth ruthlessly. He gave into the building pleasure as he came deep inside of her, his swollen shaft throbbing as he spewed his hot cum with such lust in her once-virgin passage.

Anna met his cock thrust when she felt for the first time a cock jet inside her pussy. Her muscles reacted to each powerful burst, clenching as though she tried to wring every drop of cum from him. She felt the pull of her orgasm begin to overtake her body as she shuddered in pleasure to meet his spewing cock. Not even the cock banging harshly into the tight hole of her throat could dampen the pleasure that raced through her body. She felt the last spasm of her pussy as if it tried to wring one more jet of cum from him. She’d cum from being fucked by a man. It was everything she expected and more.

Eva could smell cum in the room. She watched as Samuel’s cock rode in and out, slick with his juices. She knew that it would soon be in her mouth, soiling her with the foul taste. Samuel finally pulled out of Anna, and Eva saw his shrinking cock, although it was still formidable. It was slick with their juices. He’d take Anna’s virginity with his cock. George pulled out of her mouth, but he was still big and hard.

Anna got out of the way when she saw how eager George was. Eva had a fearful look on her face, but she’d soon feel the pleasure that a cock inside her pussy would bring. The taste of a man’s cum was still in Anna’s mouth as she tried to determine whether she liked it or not.

Eva had no choice as she moved to the center of the mattress. She lay down on her back, but she kept her legs tightly clenched together. Samuel stood over her with his cock jutting out in front of him. Although his cock had lost some of its hardness and length, it was the drying cum that coated it that she feared being placed in her mouth.

George couldn’t wait any longer. “Spread your legs.”

Eva never expected to hear those words in her lifetime, at least until she was married. She looked at George as he held his cock in front of him, slick with Anna’s spit. Did it get bigger? She had no choice as her legs parted, but George was too eager and grabbed her ankles and spread them wide. She felt her wet pussy lips part from the obscene spread of her legs. He was staring between her legs, and his cock danced in his hand.

George took the opportunity to kneel between her legs. He pulled her ankles up higher until her ass left the mattress and her pussy was poised in front of his cock. She was opened up wide for him. His cock leaked out more of his precum when he rubbed the head up and down her slit. It felt good as her soft, silky insides caressed it so lovingly. He rubbed it down until he got to her virgin pussy. He snuggled it inside gently until he felt her hymen stop him. He poised for a second to savor the tightness of her virgin pussy.

She was lifted up so her pussy was the most prominent part of her body. His cock was aimed at it, and she knew her innocence would be gone soon. She felt the way her pussy lips pushed over his cock as it rubbed her, but it was the pressure of the big head of his cock when he placed it inside her that brought the reality of the situation to its culmination. She had little time to contemplate her fate, for George thrust with his hips, and she felt the burning pain as his cock ripped through her hymen like a hot knife through butter. “OOOOWWW!” She cried out when she felt his cock enter her. It stretched her as it bore into her very soul.

It was as if his cock was trapped in a vise. All of her muscles squeezed down and tried to keep him out, but her virgin blood aided his entry until the head of his cock was trapped inside before it couldn’t go any further. “I got me a virgin!” He triumphantly claimed his prize.

Eva could barely breathe as she tried to comprehend the fullness of his cock inside her. It stretched and tore her, yet the pain was gone. She couldn’t control her pussy muscles as they gripped his cock as if she didn’t want him to leave or move forward.

“Put her on her hand and knees and fuck her from behind.” Samuel was impatient for her mouth.

She felt him take his cock out of her, and she was confused. She didn’t know whether it felt good or bad. The two men tossed her body around as if she weighed nothing and she had no say in the matter, which was true. She was put on her knees and her legs spread once again, but George put his hand on her back and pushed her upper body down. She had no choice but to brace herself. It was a humiliating position to be in. Her breasts hung down like ripe fruit ready to be picked. Her ass was thrust up higher, and all of her most intimate charms were rudely exposed. It was only seconds later that she felt the cock return to her pussy. He pushed in and opened her up for the second time, but it wasn’t the painful ripping, although she shuddered when his cock stretched her in places that had never been touched. This time, he pushed in deeper before her muscles stopped him, but he quickly withdrew, but only until the head was trapped. Then, he was back in, harder and deeper. She was being fucked for the first time. And the humiliating position was like two dogs humping.

George grabbed her hips so he could control her as he began to drive his cock inside her to claim his prize. She crushed his cock with her pussy, but it was pure pleasure that he felt. He fucked faster as she began to loosen up.

Eva was beyond herself, not sure what she was feeling. It was humiliating to be taken like this, but she couldn’t deny that his cock made her feel things that she never expected. Anna’s tongue was nice but nothing like the way his cock rubbed her insides. She could feel the thick ridge rub her, but it was as if she could feel every bump and ridge on his cock as he fucked her. He continued to drive it in deeper with each thrust. She’d forgotten all about Samuel until a hand went under her chin to lift her head up. She came face to face with his cock. She could smell the cum on it. She clenched her lips tightly closed in defiance.

Samuel played with her, gripping his cock as he moved closer so he could rub his cock on her lips. He painted them like lipstick, but it was drying cum that coated them. He saw the look of desperation in her eyes. “Stick your tongue out, Eva. NOW!” He’d not be denied his pleasure.

At least they didn’t tie her up as they said they would, although on her hands and knees, it was difficult to defend herself, if that was possible. She felt the wetness on her lips. She knew she couldn’t defy him. She’d agreed to this no matter what. She looked over at Anna for any sign, but there was only acceptance on her face. His cock was inches from her mouth. It looked bigger close up. The head still glistened as though it continued to leak his cum. Her lips finally parted, and she stuck out her tongue until she felt it touch it. She struggled not to pull it back as she touched the hot flesh of his cock. She grimaced as she licked the smooth head of his cock and drew the cum into her mouth. It was salty and bitter and that was only a drop. Samuel held his cock in front of her, and she knew that she had to continue. She began to lick the head like a lollypop. The foul taste in her mouth became more pronounced.

George slapped her ass. “Pay attention to my cock. Squeeze it with your pussy and give me my pleasure.” It was as if she was in a daydream when she began to suck Samuel’s cock.

She was brought back to reality when her buttock stung from the blow. It was as if she’d forgotten about the cock that was taking her once-virgin pussy. She did what she had to do. She opened her mouth and took the head of Samuel’s cock into her mouth. It was big, so she had to open wide, but once the head was inside, she closed her mouth until her lips sealed it. Then, her tongue went to work, swishing back and forth over the smooth head. At least she’d washed all the drying cum from it, but then, she felt something she never expected. He spurted in her mouth. It flooded her tongue with a thick blanket of his acrid cum as she grimaced. It was profuse and thick. She could do nothing but try to swallow her spit mixed with the cum. At the same time, she began to work over the cock that continued to bore in and out of her pussy. He went in deep but that didn’t slow him down. When he withdrew, she clenched her muscles as tight as she could in hopes of pleasing him. She couldn’t believe that she tried to pleasure two men’s cocks at the same time. It was a shameful display for a recent virgin.

“Now, that’s a good cocksucker,” Samuel teased her as he began to fuck her mouth. He couldn’t control the unexpected jet of precum that he shot out when her hot mouth and tight lips brought him too much pleasure for him to control his ejaculation. Her lips were tight around the shaft of his cock as he drove more in with each thrust. His cock slid over her wet tongue as he drove to the depths of her mouth. He saw how George had made Anna gag on his cock, and he intended for Eva to learn how to pleasure a man with a big cock in her mouth.

Anna couldn’t believe that Eva was doing this. Her body was pushed forward and backward, depending on which cock thrust in. Her mouth and pussy swallowed up their cocks, and you could hear her frantic slurping on the cock in her mouth. She’d cleaned Samuel’s cock of his cum and Anna’s. Eva had talents that Anna never expected.

The cock in Eva’s pussy began to feel better and better. George reached under her and played with her hanging breasts, but it was when his fingers teased at the tips that drove her arousal to increase. The faster he fucked, the bigger he got. His hands deserted her breasts, but a hand went to her slit. He searched out her pleasure button, and she shuddered and tightened on his cock when his fingers began to pinch it. It wasn’t a caressing touch as she expected. He pinched it. It drove her backward onto his cock until it smashed into her cervix with a resounding thud. It should’ve been painful, but it wasn’t. She was filled and stretched with a hard cock, and it was too pleasurable. It was the cock in her mouth that surprised her. She still didn’t like the taste of a man’s cum, but she found a perverse delight in sucking his cock while being fucked, especially in front of so many people. What do they think of me?

George kept playing with her clit as it swelled up. He squeezed it tightly and twisted it, but it drove her back to meet his thrusts with the same power as his. Her pussy felt magical as she squeezed his cock with such powerful clenching. He knew he’d cum quickly and hoped that she’d join him.

She felt the pleasure building in her body once again, and this time, she knew what would happen. His cock swelled inside her, and she was sure that he would cum also. That drove her lust over the edge as she tried to cry out, but it was muffled by the cock that split her lips and filled her mouth. He slammed into her throat, and when she gagged, that was the final act that sparked the explosive orgasm that raced through her body. She felt the unbelievable pleasure that raced through her body when he spurted so powerfully inside her. She couldn’t believe that his cum shot out so hard and copious, but each time he shot, her orgasm went to the next plateau to race through her body.

She sucked his cock so expertly for a virgin, and he struggled not to cum. Not yet. He’d let George and Eva get their pleasure. He could smell George’s cum as he flooded her, and he saw the pleasure in her eyes as she came with him. He continued to fuck her mouth. He jammed his cock so hard into the back of her mouth that he plugged her throat. That got the gag he desired as the cum began to swirl up in his balls.

Eva was exhausted as she came down from her orgasm. George’s cock shrank in her pussy as he slowly dragged it out. She felt his cum drip out. She was no longer a virgin. But, she still had a cock in her mouth.

Samuel tilted her head up to look into his eyes. “Get on your knees, Eva.”

She thought she was done, but obviously, Samuel had other ideas. She got to her knees without his cock spilling out of her mouth. She put her hands at her sides as his hands went to the sides of her head. She felt George behind her, and she found her wrists bound behind her back with the tie. Now, she feared what Samuel would do. She had a very hard cock in her mouth. It had regained all its luster and it leaked out more of his juices with each thrust. She no longer grimaced at the taste, but it was still bitter and distasteful. He began to move her head as he drove with his hips. She kept her lips tightly around the shaft of his cock. She could feel every bump, nodule and ripple on his cock as they passed over her soft lips. He pushed deep into her mouth, and each time, he made her gag. Her stomach turned, but he already pulled out and pushed back again to draw another gag from her.

Eva looked to the side and saw Anna go to her knees before George. Her mouth opened, and George put his cum-soaked cock onto her outstretched tongue. She gathered it up, and her lips clasped around the shaft. Eva could see the way that her cheeks moved that her tongue licked his cock to make it clean. Her head began to move back and forth as her tight lips ran over the shaft and scooped up all the cum. Her attention was drawn back to Samuel. Her mouth was filling with his leaking cum, and she felt the girth of his cock stretch her lips. He was ready to cum, and she feared it would be in her mouth.

Samuel loved to see the two young women on their knees with cocks in their mouths. They might never have done it before, but what woman wasn’t a natural cocksucker. It was an innate skill they had since birth. He was ready to cum. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and began to stroke it. “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out. I have a deposit for you.”

Eva saw all the people look at her, and she knew what would happen, yet her mouth opened and her pink tongue pushed out of her mouth. He stroked his cock, and for the first time, she saw him cum. It surprised her when the tiny hole in the tip opened up so wide, and then, she saw white cum shoot out in a thick blob with such power. It missed her tongue and went directly into her mouth and landed with a thud. It coated the back of her tongue, but she could do nothing. Her tongue hung out as he shot a second time. This time, it landed on her tongue and hit her upper lip. It began to drip down slowly. It felt so hot on her skin. He pumped his cock, and he shot two more times. His cum filled her mouth, but she did nothing until he finished. Only then did she close her mouth and try to contend with all the thick cum that blanketed her teeth and gums. The smell was as bad as the taste. She gagged as she tried to get the thick crème down her gullet. It took a long time, but Samuel never moved from in front of her. Finally, the last of it was gone, but her mouth was still blanketed in the foul taste.

“Lick my cock clean,” he ordered her. As soon as she took the head into her mouth, he managed to jet a small amount of cum as if she’d never finished him off. Her tongue worked magic on his cock until she finally spit it out.

Anna and Eva were finally led away. Both of them still had the taste of a man’s cum lingering in their mouth. Eva wasn’t allowed to wipe the cum from her face until they left the room. By that time, it was already drying on her skin.


CHAPTER 12

Bound Redhead

Lucille was a beautiful girl when she arrived at New Beginnings Orphanage and only got more beautiful as she blossomed into a woman. With fair skin, freckles and red hair, she stood out among all the women. She’d been brought up in a pampered life that was cut short when her parents were killed in a car accident. The police didn’t think it was an accident, but more of a planned killing to take his fortune from him. But, they didn’t investigate very seriously, an envelope of cash every week helped them look the other way while his fortune was looted.

The police that was on his payroll alerted Theodore immediately. He took steps to get her sent to New Beginnings Orphanage with haste, and the paperwork was buried. Richard Syndor was pleased with the decision when he saw her pictures. He saw the fair-skinned beauty, and his cock reared up in excitement. Theodore knew that Richard was a pervert, but wealth did afford them anything they wanted. He hoped that Lucille would take the offer to continue when she turned eighteen, but there were never any guarantees. It would depend on how the economy was in two years.

Lucille was crushed the first six months she spent at the orphanage. She had a hard time coping with the sudden death of her parents and the restrictive life at the orphanage. Luckily, when she arrived at the orphanage, she was the fifth girl there, and the others had already acclimated to their new lives. She found good friends among them. All of them had similar upbringings and unexpected ends to their family life. The orphanage was a nice place where girls of breeding and character were nurtured.

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The two years passed quickly. Lucille was almost eighteen. She was glad that she’d be able to leave the orphanage. Her sexuality had been restricted for two years by their two idiotic rules. Lucille didn’t know if any of the other women broke the rule of touching themselves, but Lucille didn’t last longer than the first year.

There was little sight of men at the orphanage and no mention of sex even in their education. That should’ve stomped out any desires in the women’s heads. If they never heard of any of it, then they wouldn’t miss it. Lucille didn’t have that problem. She’d managed to secure a banned novel from one of the female workers. It cost her a princely sum, she had to give the woman one of her rings, but they had no access to money, so it was the only way. After she read the book a dozen times, it no longer seemed to be an exaggerated price.

It was by an Italian author, a female. It was appropriately titled, Bound for his Lust. It told of a young woman that was seduced by her best friend’s father. It started out innocently enough when the woman found herself in the arms of a rich, powerful man that desired her. He explored her body and brought her to her first orgasm, yet he didn’t take her innocence. She soon reciprocated with her hand. Her lover became more demanding, and she soon learned that he got more pleasure when she was bound. She didn’t find it distasteful and that is how she lost her innocence, bound and spread for him, unable to stop anything he desired. She was innocent of men’s desires, and she didn’t realize that his acts upon her body were more perverted with each passing day. She found herself in strict bondage, stripped naked while he took her in her pussy, mouth and eventually in her backside. When she grew reluctant with his darker perversions, he took the whip to her until she succumbed to his depravities. Soon, he brought his friends to indulge in her pleasures, and she found herself being taken by more than one man at a time.

It would be late at night when Lucille would take out her book and, under the covers, began her ritual. She wouldn’t get further than twenty pages before her fingers would search out her pleasure. She didn’t break her hymen, but over the years, she did feel her fingers and sometimes the handle of her brush in her backside until she came. Her mouth was often taken by carrots and others large vegetables as if they were a man’s cock. Yes, she used the word cock as well as cunt. The book taught her well.

Pearl took care to warn Lucille what her alternative would be like with Richard. This was the first time that she did this, under instructions by Mr. Lewis.

Lucille didn’t understand the world outside when Pearl took her to see it. There was so much hardship and poverty. Even the places where she’d lived were now broken-down mansions with overgrown lawns. It was as if all the happiness of the world was gone. Then, there was the conversation that she had with Pearl. It was the first time that anyone acknowledged sex.

“There is an alternative for you, Lucille. All the women from the orphanage have the same choice. There is only one more girl after you, Jane. Once she makes her decision, all of the others that decided to take this option will move back into the front of the house. There no longer will be any restrictions on any of you, and except for your obligations to your benefactors, you’ll have your freedom. You’ll be handsomely rewarded for your continued cooperation.”

“What’s the obligation?”

“You will provide the six men and their wives their pleasure with you in any manner they desire. You’ve been kept pure so the men could enjoy being the first and enjoy your reluctance. After the first time, their pleasure will be increased if you continue to display reluctance at what they require of you. You’ll become part actress. Each woman has one special benefactor, but all of them may indulge in your treasures. You’ll perform in front of them if they desire.”

This was far more than she expected. They were older men and their wives. “What will they do to me?”

“I won’t go into details as the reluctance on your face is what the gentlemen enjoy, but your benefactor has what one might consider have more exotic tastes.”

“Is that a warning or an inducement?” Lucille smirked at her humor.

“You can take it as either.” Pearl wondered what this woman knew or desired.

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Lucille made her decision to take the alternative within two days, but it was two days of intense masturbation with her book. Would it be like the book coming true for me? It was an intense unknown.

Lucille was taken to Richard Syndor’s house, for he had the necessary apparatus for his pleasure. The other couples knew of his proclivity to the more bizarre, but they’d never witnessed if before. He was sure that he would open up their eyes to greater possibilities or they’d turn away in disgust. He cared little which decision they made. His money was just as good as theirs. Few people of the outside world would see their decision to do this with the six women as a rational or moral idea. He was just getting his money’s worth.

Lucille had come from money, but nothing like this, especially now that the way the economy hard turned sour. The owner was a powerful man that lived in this mansion. She was taken to a nice room, and on the bed was the clothes laid out for her. If she expected something exotic, she was disappointed. It was a very prim white blouse and a blue skirt that went below her knees and it wasn’t even tight. She was given one of those new brassieres, and it took a bit for her to manage it. Even the undergarment was made of plain white silk without any lace. Nothing was sexy or alluring.

The room that she was taken to was built for Richard in the only spot in the house that was appropriate, the basement. It was a large room, but it was far from being grand. The walls were stone and the room was dark, not a single drop of light came in from the outside. It was damp inside. The floor was cobblestones, meticulously placed with a downward-sloping floor to the drain in the center. There were many pieces of furniture, although they were covered with black cloths. Two large wooden cabinets had doors securely closed, not to reveal the contents too soon. But there was no hiding the chains that hung down from the ceiling or profusely attached to the walls, black and foreboding with well-worn leather straps at the ends of them.

Lucille should’ve been scared out of her wits, but she was calm. Then, she remembered what Pearl had said about reluctance, so she tried to put fear in her face. “Where am I?” Her high-pitch cry echoed off the stone walls. She turned to see the murmuring voices that she heard. On one side of the room was the only part that was lavish. There were twelve black overstuffed chairs with fine tables and cut-glass pitchers and glasses on them. Eleven very primly dressed men and women sat in the chairs. One of them was empty.

“You have the misfortune to be in my den of depravity.” Richard’s raspy voice rang out with such authority.

She looked over at him. He was naked to the waist. His hairy chest glistened with sweat, but he was firm and muscular. He wore little below his waist. It was a wisp of a pouch of leather that covered his cock and balls, tied around behind him. The pouch revealed the large bulge of his cock and his heavy balls that hung between his legs. In his hand, he held a small whip that had nine leather falls, all of them thick with knots on the ends. He slapped it against his hip with a resounding crack.

“Please, let me go. I’m innocent of the ways of men,” her voice pleaded.

“That is why you are here.” He moved next to her, and with a flick of his wrist, he slapped the whip across her luscious ass. The skirt might not be tight, but he could make out the fullness of her buttocks. “Into the center of the room, Hurry or you’ll suffer much more.” He punctuated his words with another slap of the whip on her buttocks.

She had no choice as she moved to the center of the room, but her false fear turned to a real terror when she saw the chains above her head. The excitement that she read in the book was different when she was confronted with the reality of being bound in front of strange people. She could still feel the tingle in her buttocks where the whip struck her. It stung, yet he didn’t hit her that hard. She didn’t expect painful consequences.

“Hands high up into the air!” He saw her flinch before he hit her and her hands rose up instantly, but that didn’t stop him from slapping her ass again with the whip. He’d train her to anticipate his every desire.

She surrendered, and her hands went up into the air. Her buttocks were struck again, in spite of her quick action. She didn’t know how to please him. Her body was stretched out tall and the man made quick work of binding her wrists. The chains noisily slid down from the ceiling. The leather straps were secured too tight around her wrists. Her fingers began to tingle from lack of blood. The chains ground upward, rattling their evil sounds until her wrists were pulled taut, but it didn’t stop. It felt as though her shoulders were pulled from the sockets as all her weight was transferred to her wrists. He didn’t stop until she balanced precariously on her toes to keep from swinging back and forth. She was helpless now, and her fear increased exponentially. She looked at him, and the bulge between his legs was bigger. He got more excited at stringing her up and whipping her. He was a man that got his pleasure from her pain and suffering. Lucille thought bondage would be less painful to her body.

“Let’s see what you have underneath those drab clothes.” Richard went next to her and dropped the whip so he could use both hands to strip her naked.

She swung when he grabbed her blouse in one large hand. It held for precious seconds, and then, the buttons popped and sailed across the room as the blouse opened to her waist. Her white bosom was revealed for all to see. She saw him pick up a small knife. Her body cringed as he neared her with it, but it was her blouse that he ripped into tiny shreds before it fell onto the floor.

“Ah, one of those newfangled brassieres. I don’t think your youthful breasts need any support, but I’ll soon see.” He eyed the nice pair of full breasts as he sliced the brassiere up the center and the two cups pushed aside to reveal them. He sliced the straps off so the flimsy garment slid to the ground.

Everyone stared at her naked breasts. They stood out defiantly, but she was ashamed that her nipples were hard like rocks, yet she didn’t touch them as she did at night under the blankets. She could see some of the men rub their crotches as they stared at her.

“Yes, firm tits with big nipples. I’m going to enjoy abusing them.” He brought his knife to her waist, but he only cut the buttons off the skirt before it slipped to her feet. He made short work of the rest, slicing the fragile white silk with the knife. She had a fine red-haired bush that was highlighted against her white skin. Her body was covered with freckles. He turned her sideways so all could see her best asset. “Look at that ass. It’s built for a man’s pleasure.”

She was naked before all of them, and when she looked at them, their eyes never met. Their stare was at her crotch and ass, not her face. She was turned sideways, and she blushed red when he commented on her ass. She wondered what he meant about a man’s pleasure. She knew of the act of sodomy, and she couldn’t deny that she came when she had the handle of her hairbrush pushed into her backside, but a man’s cock, especially this one was huge, thick and long. It would be different when it might happen to her.

Richard went over to one of the draped pieces and dragged it over to her. The wood scraped harshly on the cobblestone floor. It was heavy, and he was tired by time he got it in place in front of her. He raised her arms higher until her feet were over a foot off the ground. He dragged the apparatus so that it was between her flaying legs as she swung helplessly. He pulled the black cloth off of it so everyone could see his creation. He’d used it often, and it was very practical for his intended use.

She’d read of bondage devices, but the descriptions weren’t as terrifying as the real thing. She couldn’t figure out everything, but she could see enough to scare her. The frame was heavy wooden timbers so that it wouldn’t tip over no matter how much squirming took place on it. It was as long as a person lying straight out and wide enough so that anyone on it would be bowlegged and spread wide. It appeared to have different layers and the wood pieces that littered the frame would move. It had more leather straps bolted to the wood beams than a person had limbs, sure that it was so that a body could be put in an infinite number of positions, all to accent and leave vulnerable certain parts of the female body. The most depraved part of it was the long black iron bar that ran from end to end in the center. On one end, it was connected to a wheel to make the bar turn. The bar was round and an inch wide, but although the top part of it was smooth, Lucille could see that the bottom of it was rough with bumps. It would only require a flick of the wheel to reverse the positions. The bar was the highest part of the device, and there was only one purpose for it. The victim in the device would have to straddle it between her legs.

Richard was glad that she didn’t struggle much as he began to lower her, not that it would do any good. The device was wide enough that her legs had no choice but to straddle it, and the lower she went, the wider her legs would have to spread. He centered her correctly on the device.

Lucille saw everyone look at her crotch as the chain clanked when she was lowered onto the metal bar. Her legs were forced to spread wide, and she felt the rough wood rub on her soft inner thighs as she was forced to straddle it. All of a sudden, it stopped. She saw the man come next to her. His hand went around her waist, but his gaze was between her legs. She saw the black bar only inches from her crotch. He held the other end of the chain in his hand as his hand slid over her mound. She shivered from the touch of a man’s fingers in her bush, lightly touching the fine, red hairs.

He loved the soft feel of her red hair. His fingers pushed through her bush until he found her puffy lips. He began to part them, and he could feel the dampness. He held them open as he began to lower her down once again. This time, he didn’t stop until her soft pussy lips encased the iron bar in its damp grasp.

His fingers plucked at her pussy lips and spread them wide as she began to be lowered until she felt the bar. It was cold when it touched her heated pussy, but he didn’t stop until her weight was centered on the bar so that it cut her up her middle. He’d made sure that her lips were spread around it and the unyielding hardness of the bar found her soft inner lips. “What are you doing to me? It feels like your cutting me with a knife between my legs,” she whimpered.

“Yes, exactly, and can you imagine what it’ll feel like when I turn the bar and you have the rough side of the bar between your legs.” His cock threatened to break free of the leather pouch. He’d get her arranged, and then, he’d free his cock to get his pleasure.

She was grateful when her arms were lowered and the chain taken off the leather straps, but she couldn’t move as she had the bar between her straddled legs. Her wrists were still bound together.

He grabbed an ankle and pulled it against the base of the device. There was a leather strap conveniently placed that was wrapped around her slim ankle and tied tight. He moved to the other side and soon had that one bound in a similar fashion. The position forced her knees to bend. She’d soon find out how vulnerable she could be.

She couldn’t move her legs, but he grabbed her wrists and pulled her forward. She had no choice as he bent her over and he stretched her wrists in front of her. The deeper she was bent, the more her ass rose up into the air. With her legs bent and bound, her buttocks parted rudely and the bar began to press deeper into her slit. When her wrists straddled the front of the device, he took them off the leather cuffs, but he quickly secured each wrist far down at the base near the floor on each side. Her back was arched downward and her ass rose up so high that the bar cut across her pleasure button and her weight drove it harshly into the rigid bar. It felt as though her pleasure button was crushed.

He looked at his handiwork, and he was pleased. Her breasts hung down like ripe fruit ready to be picked. Her buttocks couldn’t close no matter how much her muscles contracted. She was split open from the top of her crack all the way down to her pussy peeking out from behind with the bar splitting her lips. But his eyes were drawn up her white crack until he got to the tiny star of her anus. It was slightly darker than her pale skin—pink—and blossomed opened and closed as her muscles began to spasm. The spread of her legs made her anal ring open up, and the arch of her ass into the air made it pucker like a blinking star.

She couldn’t understand why he put her in this obscene position, because the bar wouldn’t allow his cock to take her virginity. Yet, she felt so open and vulnerable. She couldn’t stop her buttocks from clenching uncontrollably, and she felt a strange tremor in her anus. It was like when she put the handle of the hairbrush inside her ass. She saw him come toward her again with a handful of leather straps. He moved behind her, and she couldn’t see what it was. She felt something go over her head and forehead, and then, it tightened. More straps went down the back of her head, and then, she cried out in protest when a thick leather strap went around her neck like a collar. He began to tighten it, and she feared he’d choke her to death with it. “No, I can’t breathe,” she begged and gulped loudly as the collar gripped her neck tightly in its embrace.

Twin leather straps went to each side of the device that connected the leather helmet. As he began to pull them through the metal ring, her head was forced up until he was happy with the position. He locked the straps. Her head was forced up rigidly, unable to turn to either side, only stare straight ahead. Yet, he wasn’t finished. He had one more device. This one he designed. It was a three-inch leather strap that went around her lower head, but it had a special device in the front. There was a large hole in the strap, but inserted in it was a small circle of wood that went about an inch inside her mouth. He’d cut it so it could be opened wider or smaller with just a turn of a screw on each side. He put his finger in the corner of her lips and pried her reluctant mouth open. Once the wood piece was pushed in, her teeth bit down on it. He tied it behind her head to secure it.

His foul-tasting fingers pushed into her mouth as she panicked once again when something was forced into her mouth. When it was secured, her mouth was a gaping hole and her drool began to fill her mouth. It took a while before some of it dripped down off her lips as her head was forced up high. She could move her tongue, but her mouth was forced open so far that her jaw ached. She feared that she knew the answer why. Her lips were parted wide, and he began to take the pouch off his crotch. He did it in front of her, straddling the front of the device only inches from her mouth.

Richard proudly displayed his cock as he flung the leather pouch to the floor. His cock jerked in the air, bouncing as it flourished from being confined. He grabbed the shaft and began to stroke it.

Her head was bound, so she couldn’t take her eyes off his cock. It was everything she read about and more. In the flesh, his cock was bigger than she expected, and the whole thing wasn’t the same color or texture. The head was a deep red and the skin smooth, but the shaft that he rubbed had loose skin that he drove up and down with his pumping hand. His balls hung down like a large fruit, covered in a thatch of wiry black hairs. She knew where his cock would go, and that made her gag at the thought of the head shoved in her mouth that was slick with shiny juices that his stroking forced from the tip. She saw the milky drops pushed out the tiny hole.

She couldn’t do anything but accept her fate as he moved forward. He held his cock in front of him like a spear, and he was eager as she felt his hot cock begin to enter her mouth. It took only a second before it pushed out the other side of the gag inside her mouth. She tried to push her tongue out of the way, but all she did was make his cock jump passionately when it accidently touched it. She could feel it try to bounce up, but it was constricted by the wooden whole that kept her mouth open. He pushed in deeper, and it slid across her tongue and left a stain of leaking cum and the unpleasant taste of the thick crème. She feared his climax. She’d read all about a man climaxing, but this would be much different. She’d have to contend with its aftereffects in her mouth.

Her hot, wet mouth was a delight. His cock jerked from her hot breath, but the first touch of her tongue on it drove a drop of cum to leak out as he struggled to control his growing arousal. He began to feed inch after inch of his cock into her unwilling mouth. Her tongue couldn’t hide from his cock, and it was as if she swished it over his cock. “Your mouth was born to suck my cock,” he proclaimed loudly for all to hear. He didn’t have to hold her head to drive his cock as deep as he wanted. Her head was fixed in place, Lucille unable to escape from having her mouth or throat impaled on his cock. He’d teach her the finer aspects of taking a man in her throat.

She couldn’t see any of the other people all she could see was his belly inches from her face as he continued to drive his cock deeper into her mouth. The big head of his cock banged hard as he drove in deep, and she feared that the rest of his cock would continue to drive in. The head of his cock was too big for her throat, but the minute it blocked it, she gagged deep in her belly. It was like a cork that plugged her throat. She struggled to breathe through her nose. He held it there for a second, but then, she felt relief when he pulled back. He pulled it almost all the way out, but then he shoved back in, harder this time as the very tip of his cock lodged into her throat. Through all of this, she had to contend with the hard bar of iron between her pussy lips and her crushed pleasure button. It ached continually.

“GGGLLUGGH!” It came from deep in her throat, and her stomach turned. He can’t get his cock in my throat, can he? She knew the only way he’d stop was if he climaxed. She was disgusted at the thought of taking his cum in her mouth, but if it would keep his cock from her throat, it had to be a better alternative. She feared that she’d die of asphyxiation if he managed to shove that monster in her throat. She had to please him in the only way she could. Her tongue began to dance over his cock as he shoved it back in. More of his cum leaked out, but it was the only thing she could do. He slammed into her throat again, but he withdrew with the same speed. He began to fuck her mouth, and each time, he tried to breach her throat. He had more success with each thrust as he drove in harder. It was just a fraction of an inch more with each thrust, but her gags became more frequent. Her tongue grew tired of trying to pleasure him, but she didn’t stop. She shifted her weight on the bar, but that only made it worse when it rubbed on her tender flesh.

Richard knew it was only a matter of time before he’d breach her throat. He’d done this dozens of times. Her gagging grew louder. He gave one final thrust with his hips, driving his cock in with all the power he could muster. The head of his cock smashed into her throat, but although it should’ve hurt, all he felt was pleasure when her tiny throat suddenly yawned open when she choked on his cock.

“CCCOUGGHHH, GGLLLUGGH!” Tears fell from her eyes as she coughed on his cock. This time, it was different when she gagged. Her mouth opened wider and so did her throat. It was as if she tried to accommodate his cock inside, and that is what happened. She couldn’t believe it to be possible, but the head of his cock was wedged in her throat like a fist. Her muscles clenched uncontrollably to push it out, but she was powerless to resist his hard cock. He began to grind his hips from side to side, and it felt like he was trying to corkscrew his cock into her reluctant throat. She couldn’t do anything to stop it. Her tongue was pinned to the bottom of her mouth by his long shaft, and he no longer pulled his cock out. He was content to be in her tight throat.

“MMLLGGHH!” That is the only sounds that came from her plugged mouth. Her nostrils flared as she began to grow dizzy from lack of air. She was sure that she’d die from a cock down her throat.

He couldn’t withdraw his cock from her throat. It felt too good. Her small throat compressed the head of his cock, but it was her tireless muscles that rippled along it to try to push it out ineffectively that brought him the pleasure that he deserved. To continue the pleasure, he began to stroke the part of his cock that still stuck out of her mouth.

It grew more degrading as he started to masturbate his cock in her mouth. She could feel his pumping hand that forced the head of his cock deeper into her gullet. She could taste the bile that began to come up from her stomach as she continued to cough and gag. How much more of this can I withstand?

The excitement of stripping her naked and then binding her in his dungeon was too much for him. He needed to cum, but he wouldn’t do it in her throat, at least not this time. He’d make sure that she tasted his cum before he’d make her swallow it. He began to pull his cock out of her throat. It was difficult as a powerful suction fought to keep it inside her throat.

His cock came out of her throat with a loud pop. Her drool ran excessively. Her throat was rid of his cock, and she wanted to make sure he wouldn’t fuck her throat again. Her tongue worked over his cock, scooping up the leaking cum with enthusiasm. She tongued every inch of his cock, from the head all the way down the shaft. If she could’ve moved her head, she would’ve ridden it and tightened her lips on his cock, anything to make him cum.

“Yes, her tongue is swirling over my cock.” He suddenly pulled his cock out of her mouth. Quickly, he removed the mouth gag. “Suck my cock and make me cum.” He wanted her to suck his cock voluntarily and show everyone that he’d tamed her.

She was glad to be rid of the mouth gag, and she still couldn’t move her head much, but she made the best of it. She wrapped her lips tight around the shaft of his cock, and her tongue swirled over the head, tapping at the hole with the tip of her tongue until he jetted out prematurely. The thick cum swirled in her mouth to soil it with its foul taste, but she didn’t stop. “Cum in my mouth,” she mumbled on his cock.

He hoped everyone heard her surrender as he speeded up his thrusts. Her hot mouth and tight lips were all that he needed. Her tongue was an added pleasure. He stroked the shaft of his cock and that was all that was needed. He kept the head of his cock in her mouth with her lips sealed just beneath the thick ridge around the head. Every muscle in his body grew tense as he felt the pleasure race up from his balls. He could feel the ecstasy as his cock spurted out lavishly into her mouth to choke her, but he refused to pull his cock out. He jetted once again, not as much, but her cheeks began to balloon with the growing mouthful of cum. “Swallow my cum or you’ll choke on it.” He couldn’t stop another jet of cum shoot out as he watched her struggle to take it down her gullet.

It was so thick and foul tasting, blanketing every inch of her mouth. She didn’t think it would shoot out so hard, and she choked when it shot to the back of her mouth and some of it went down the wrong way. He was prolific, jetting repeatedly as she struggled to get the thick crème go into her stomach. It was difficult, dripping down slowly as she gulped to make it go down quicker. He had to have shot gallons of cum into her mouth before he finally finished, yet he didn’t remove his cock. She ran her tongue over the head and managed to get a few more drops, but he was finished. His cock finally slipped out of her mouth, but the taste never disappeared. She was glad that this was over with. Her pussy hurt from sitting on the iron rod.


CHAPTER 13

Backside Beauty

Richard began to take the leather harness off her head. It was no longer needed. His cock had tamed her mouth. She’d made him cum, and he lost some of his hardness, but he’d get it back soon enough.

She was glad to get the harness off her, but now, she had a difficult time keeping her head up. Her arms were stretched out in front of her so she had no way to support her head for longer than a few minutes.

He could see that she was in an uncomfortable position, but he knew how to remedy it. He began to move the secondary frame in front of her, and her arms began to go lower. It tilted her body down, but he wasn’t finished. The back half of the device was also adjustable. He could tweak it precisely in any direction he wanted. That was important to expose her distinctly for all to view her as well as for him to have her available in any manner that he chose to take her with his hands, mouth or cock.

Lucille felt the back end of the device begin to rise up. She knew that she’d lose her virginity now. She’d hoped he was finished after he came in her mouth, but obviously, men got hard easily. She had to reconcile to the fact that a cock would soon be inside her. At least this was a normal act, not a perversion, in spite of the fact that she was bound and spread. Her pussy ached, but she knew that he’d have to take her off the bar in order to fuck her properly.

He spent a lot of time adjusting the back end of the device. He moved the frame so that her legs had to bow out wider, and that drove the rod in deeper and harder against her pussy. Then, the device began to inch up but just the center of it. She could feel her ass rise up higher, but with the way she was bound, it was her cheeks that parted wider. She could feel the pull on her anus as her cheeks separated as though her anus opened up. Her anal muscles went into spasms. She felt the tremors go through her pussy. She’d learned that the muscles were connected when she penetrated her sphincter with the handle of her hairbrush. It made her pussy contract at the same time the muscles in her rectum contracted on the hard, wooden brush handle. She never expected to feel anything close to pleasure in her backside, but she was surprised.

He spent a lot of time adjusting the device with only small differences. Her ass pushed out farther, and the pucker of her anus began to open up as though the handle of her hairbrush had done it. She could feel the cool air blow shamefully on her anus.

She felt the bar between her pussy lips begin to move and felt relief that it would be withdrawn. Her pussy felt as though it was bruised by it. “NNNOOOO!” She cried out when she felt it. The bar moved, but only in a circle. She felt the rough iron bar begin to rub her bruised inner lips with painful consequences. It felt like sandpaper that ran across her lips.

Richard’s cock leaped to hardness when he heard her cry of desperation. Her anus opened up like a spring flower. He kept her ass poised up submissively, and she was unable to move it down to escape, but he loosened the lower half of her body so that she could move, but only an inch or two sideways. He’d have her body rocking soon enough, and when she did, the rough iron bar would have its way with her. That should cause her to tighten her muscles, which would translate to such pleasure on his cock.

She was confused now. She saw him, and his cock stood out in front of him just as hard as before. She couldn’t understand what drove him to get an erection so quickly. Her head was turned so she could see him behind her. He picked up a bottle with a clear fluid in it. He tipped it behind her, and she felt the cold fluid run down her buttocks and especially her crack. Then, his hands began to scoop it up, coating her buttocks with the oily substance. His hand slid easily on it, as though it was slippery. He made broad circles with his hands as he clenched on her cheeks. Then, his fingers became more invasive. She shuddered when he touched her pussy from behind. His slippery fingers found her spread lips and began to run up and down them. She couldn’t deny that it felt good, too good. Her body began to respond from him touching her virgin pussy.

He enjoyed the touch of the silky lips of her pussy, but his finger slid higher up. He traveled over her perineum and rubbed the oil on it, but then, he moved higher until he found her crack. It wasn’t very pronounced with the wide spread of her legs. He rubbed the slick oil along it as his eyes scanned ahead to her tiny anus that opened up for him. That was his ultimate destination. He pressed his index finger up until he touched her anus. He could feel the violent contractions in it from his unexpected touch. She was naïve and never considered such a thing.

She whimpered when she felt his finger touch her anus. She didn’t expect anyone would want to touch her anus, even though she got pleasure from her hairbrush. She never touched it with her own finger. It sounded so disgusting and degrading. His finger was demanding as he pressed around the edges of her anus. She couldn’t control the muscles as they revolted from his touch, but with the spread of her legs, his finger was already having success. Her anal ring was open, and his slick finger began to explore it. She felt it move inside, and her anal ring had to open wider to accept it. It moved inside her sphincter. “NO, not there,” she cried out in shame, but she couldn’t keep his finger out. It pressed in deeper. She felt the tip of his finger worm into her rectum and push hard against her rectal muscles. It was like an animal, sliding back and forth to stretch her in a place she never expected a finger would go. It didn’t hurt, his finger was slick, but it was humiliating for all to see her penetrated in such a place.

Her hot, tight ass hole contracted around his fingers in a warm embrace as her muscles tried ineffectively to push him out. He stretched her elastic walls as he sought out the dark depths of her bowels. He began to draw his finger out, and her anal ring stretched around it as if she didn’t want it to leave. He watched it stretch backward, but he didn’t allow his finger to leave. He plunged back in to get a gasp of surprise from her.

She hated to admit it, but it felt good, just as her hairbrush did. If only he’d touch her pussy the way she did. His finger plunged in deep, and she felt his hard knuckles pass through her anal ring to stretch it wider. His finger thrust in and out more vigorously.

He pulled his finger out but only for a second. He pushed back in, but this time, he gave her two fingers. He watched her anal ring stretch around his fingers and gripped it tight. He pressed inside and felt her muscles react to more fingers. He didn’t stop until he was all the way in and his knuckles beat against her anus. Then, he twisted them and began to pull them apart inside her bowels. He got a groan out of her but not what he expected. She took this better than he thought as though she had this done to her before.

The obvious suddenly came to her. There was only one reason that he oiled up her backside and stretched her with his fingers. He’d sodomize her. That is why her pussy was still on the bar and prevented from being impaled. It was her anus that would have to take his cock. She’d taken his cock in her mouth, and he was definitely much bigger than the handle of her hairbrush or even two fingers. And his cock was much longer. But, it was too late to contemplate her future. He poured more of the oil on his cock as he stroked it to greater hardness. “No, no, you’re too big,” she cried out, but he was already behind her. He straddled the device she was bound to, and then, she felt his hands grip her hips.

He didn’t need to hold her. It was more to keep his balance so he could thrust in harder. Her tiny anus glistened in the light from the oil, and the hole was slightly swollen from his fingers. “Don’t move,” he teased her. He moved in closer, fisting his cock to keep it from bending before he could get an inch or more inside her. Once he breached her, he’d be free to drive all of his cock in her asshole. It’d been a long time since he had the pleasure of a virgin ass hole, and he’d savor it as long as he could. He came once already, so he should be able to hold out.

“NOoo,” she cried out again when she felt the swollen head of his cock nuzzle against her anus. She was already partially open, and she could feel the hot flesh of his cock begin to enter her. He stopped when her anal ring reached around the head with its tightness, but there was only the tip of his cock inside her.

Richard began to push with his hips but slowly and deliberately. He wanted her to feel every inch of it go inside her. As much as he’d like to shove it in hard, he’d enjoy the slow penetration and the pleasing clenching of her muscles that fought to keep him out. He looked down as the head of his cock began to disappear in her ass hole and her anal ring stretched tightly around his cock, like a tight band of steel. “Take it, Lucille, take my cock in your ass,” he said loudly for all to hear.

She couldn’t believe that she could open that wide without tearing, but he continued to push in, and she opened up without any harm. It burned as he dug his cock in deeper, but it wasn’t as painful as she expected. Somehow, she was surviving this. It felt like a giant lump being shoved up her backside, and it grew bigger.

He watched patiently as the head of his cock was almost gone from sight. Her muscles gripped his cock like a vise. He gave one last push, and then, the head of his cock was swallowed up inside her ass as if she sucked it in. He never felt such tightness around his cock.

“OOOOWWW!” It shocked her when his cock pushed inside her and her anus snapped around it to grip it possessively. She pushed back, straining to push it out, but she couldn’t do anything as his cock jerked and shuddered inside her. “Don’t move, take it out,” confused as to what she wanted. She knew going out would be just as intense as going in.

He wouldn’t be denied his pleasure. He began to push once again, letting go of the shaft. He felt the way her muscles rippled over the head of his cock as he drove deeper into her rectum. He grunted as he exerted himself to get more of his cock inside. He had to get fully impaled in her ass hole so he could begin the ritualistic thrusting of the act of sodomy.

Her insides were stretched in a place that had never been touched from the outside. Not even her hairbrush had been in that deep. His cock was rock hard, and it felt like an iron bar was shoved in. The thick head opened her up, and the long shaft began to fill her. She felt him begin to withdraw, but it was only temporary. Before the head escaped her anus, he thrust back in with more power and determination. He gained inch after inch. Withdrawal was just as intense as going in, and she clenched her muscles instinctively, fearing she’d have an accident.

He had half of his cock inside her as he speeded up his thrusts. It felt so good, and he wanted his cock completely engulfed in her hot, tight ass hole. “How do you like my cock, Lucille?” He flexed his cock to stretch her as he said it.

It was as if she ate a big meal, her guts filled with his thick cock. He moved effortlessly in and out, always driving deeper. Her stomach began to cramp around his cock when he went too deep or hit a bend in her guts, but he never withdrew completely. She could feel his cock rub her insides, but it was the thick ridge beneath the head that scraped her insides with such intensity. It was like the hairbrush but more powerful in what she felt. Her pussy rippled in sync with her ass muscles. Then, she felt something she never expected. His stomach pushed against her buttocks. He’d buried all of his cock in her ass hole, and he made it jerk and shudder inside the darkest depths of her guts to remind her of his victory.

He drew his cock out, all eight inches of it until only the head was trapped. Then, he plunged back in with all his might to bury it back in with one powerful thrust. She went from empty to full in seconds. She cried out, but he was in ecstasy, and he couldn’t have stopped if he wanted to.

“OOOOWWW!” He began to fuck her, and with each thrust in, he banged hard against her buttocks. Even as tight as she was bound, she moved the slightest bit, and that was all that was needed. It ignited her pussy as it slid along the rough bar. He picked up the speed, and she was soon riding back and forth along the bar as well as having her ass hole thoroughly reamed out by his cock. The bar hurt her pussy, and her muscles reacted and tightened. That only made her ass muscles clench tightly on his cock to reward him. Her anguish brought him greater pleasure.

“Yes, squeeze my cock and give me my pleasure. I’ll reward you with loads of my cum in your ass hole.” He had her rocking on the bar and his cock.

His cock was burning up her guts with his thrusts. She should’ve complained more, but she found a strange tingle that raced through her body. The bent-over position forced her slit to ride the rough bar, but when he fucked her ass hole her pleasure button came out of hiding. The rough bar began to rub it harshly, but Lucille felt a strange desire at being taken so ruthlessly in her guts. It was as if her body betrayed her, and what shouldn’t be enjoyable gave her a sense of pleasure at being subjected to his perversions.

Richard felt her respond by clenching her muscles on his cock. No matter how hard or deep, she took him fully inside her with such pleasant contractions. She was milking his cock with her ass hole. He wouldn’t hold out much longer. She was so tight that she began to wring the cum from his balls.

She couldn’t believe he could get any bigger, but he did, and she took it without any harsh consequences. She knew he was ready to cum, not in her mouth but in an unlikely place, deep in her intestines. She also felt something else that she was ashamed of, but she couldn’t deny it. Her pleasure button was ready to explode, and she knew what the final catalyst of her orgasm would be. It only took two more thrusts into her ass hole before she felt it. His cock swelled up until she thought it would explode inside her, and then, it did. She felt the powerful jet of hot cum shoot out, and her humiliating orgasm followed. She cried out, not in pain but in sheer pleasure as his cock began to move even as he continued to spew out jets of cum. She could smell his cum as he continued to fuck her, wet and noisily as he continued to pound his cock inside her. She didn’t care that he stained her with his cum, she already had a mouthful of it, and, at least, she didn’t have to taste it this time. She jerked her body as she rubbed her exploding pleasure button on the ruthless bar. She never expected to find pleasure in such a way, but she couldn’t deny that her orgasm was more intense than anything she ever induced with her hand and brush. It was as if she’d trained herself to cum while being rubbed in both places at once. As her orgasm washed over her, images of being taken by two cocks at once burst into her head, her pussy and ass hole fucked until she brought the two cock’s pleasure as well as her own.

Richard was surprised when she climaxed when he did. He never had any other woman bound and taken like this cum like her. He wondered what else he could do since she obviously found pleasure in complete surrender. She still had her virgin pussy to be taken. He’d make sure that it was taken while she was bound in an uncompromising position. It wouldn’t be now. He began to take her off the device. He needed as much time to recover as she did. He wanted to be as hard as he could for their next encounter.


CHAPTER 14

Disappointment

Jane was short and had brown hair. She had a slim build, and her womanhood still hadn’t blossomed when troubles befell her. Her father was an influential banker for a small, local bank that supported all the businesses in the community. The bank should’ve been immune to the coming trouble, at least until the contagion spread. But, no one knew that her father was lending money to his friends that would’ve never passed with the board of directors. It was high risk with inadequate collateral. The minute that Wall Street began to collapse, it was a house of cards for these loans.

Her father couldn’t hide the problem any longer. It only worked as long as they paid the interest on the old loans with new loans. When Wall Street began to collapse, the board of directors took preventive measures to have an accounting firm look at all the loans and their collateral. It would only be days before they knew. His loans were the largest.

He and his family would be disgraced. He had one last chance to end it before he’d be caught. He’d planned for his family to drive out to the country for lunch. Something went awry, and Jane couldn’t make it. She’d been held up at school. He received a phone call from the bank, and they wanted to see him immediately. He lied and told him he’d be there directly. He left with his wife and drove to the country. He stopped at the roadside about an hour from town. The police found the car the next day. They were both dead, murder-suicide.

Jane was devastated when she found out. She wouldn’t believe that her father would do such a thing. He’d always taught her honesty was the best policy. Had my life been a sham all these years? She was taken away as if she was a criminal. She went to the local orphanage. It was better than most, but it was still a hellhole. She spent a month there, but it felt like an eternity. Yet, she learned a lot about herself. She might be short and slim, but she was tough. She needed that to survive in the orphanage. The older girls picked on the younger ones unable to defend themselves. Jane wouldn’t be one of them. She’d taken a beating a couple of times, but she began to gain respect. Within two weeks, they left her alone.

She was the last one to go to New Beginnings Orphanage. It was almost too late when Theodore heard of her plight. She’d come from a good family, but a month in the orphanage had hardened her. He took a chance and got her transferred.

For the last two years, Jane was more of a loner than the others. She was grateful that the orphanage afforded her the opportunity of a better life, but it wasn’t home. Her father had betrayed her, and she lost her ability to trust anyone. She became friends with the other girls, but she always kept them at a distance.

* * *

Jane was the last one left, which she thought was strange. It was as if the orphanage was only there for the six of them. Once Jane arrived two years ago, they never took in any others. That was strange, for the house could accommodate many more. Each of them had their own rooms. At the first orphanage, they were piled into dormitories, barely a bed for each of them.

It was lonely, but she’d turn eighteen in three weeks and she could leave. Pearl began to let her go with her into town. It wasn’t pleasant to see the way the world had turned upside down in two short years.

Then, Pearl told her of her options. It took Jane a while to understand what she was telling her. She couldn’t believe that men and women would do such things. She knew the other five girls had made a choice, but she didn’t know which option they chose. She wouldn’t know for sure unless she chose to stay.

Pearl spent a lot of time with Jane. She was the last one, and her record to date was one hundred percent. Mr. Lewis was pleased with her work, and she hoped that she might get to stay on or at least she’d get a big bonus when Jane decided to stay. That is why the decision Jane made surprised her so much as well as disappointed her.

“I’m going to leave,” Jane had decided.

“Are you sure? It’s a dangerous and evil world out there for a young woman like you.”

“Yes, I’m sure. While it might be daunting out there with many dangers, at least I have control over them. The other option is to submit to older men and women that I don’t know in manners that I don’t comprehend.” She’d trusted her father, and he’d let her down. These people were just as untrustworthy. She’d never trust anyone explicitly again. She was tough and could survive the world. There were millions of people just like her. They didn’t sell themselves for some security.

Theodore was disappointed, but they’d been lucky so far. Five out of six was good odds. It was still a win for them, although Thomas would be disappointed, but he’d make it up to him some way. They’d had their way with five women now, but there was still many virgin holes remaining. Thomas would have first choice of which he’d want. They had lots of time with these five women, and no man or woman would be disappointed.

* * *

It was a reunion when the five women moved back into the front of the house. Jane decided not to accept the offer, and no one faulted her for the decision. There was a lot more freedom now, the staff reduced to more of a function of cleaning and cooking instead of babysitting the women. And the two strict rules were thrown out. They were allowed to go into town and leave the premises anytime they wanted and without chaperones. Pearl stayed, but it was more of a management of the household staff that her job entailed.

The women talked about their experiences with Ana and Eva sharing with the others of their girl sex in front of the audience. The others were intrigued, but no one volunteered to join either one of them in girl sex. Each woman spoke of what happened to them and some were surprised by the acts, especially when Lucille spoke of being sodomized by Richard. They all knew what they had to look forward to, but they also knew there were many perversions that they couldn’t fathom what they’d be.


CHAPTER 15

Many Men

It seemed that their benefactors were very eager. Catherine was called back within two weeks of her first encounter. She’d lost her virginity, but she knew from discussions with the other women that they’d soon take her mouth or her backside.

The other women were there to wish her good luck. They knew that they’d follow her soon. Catherine was taken by limousine to the Lewis Estate once again. This time, she was ushered directly into the same large room as before without changing. They had provided her clothes at the orphanage, although they didn’t call it that any longer. It was referred to as “The House”.

The six women sat on the upholstered chairs surrounding the cleared-out floor in front of them. The floor was covered in a thick carpet, but all Catherine saw were the six men that stood there. They were all naked to their waists with only pants to cover them, their feet bare. Their pants were tight, and their crotches bulged obscenely. A few of the men rubbed their erections. At least there was no bed for her to be bound to.

Thomas was pleased with her. She had a lush body in the green dress she wore that highlighted it to perfection but wasn’t garish. He loved her green eyes, and the thought of them looking up at him when she sucked his cock made it shudder in his tight pants.

“Where did you find this one?” His voice was loud.

“She was outside, sneaking around in the bushes. I think she was checking the place out to burglarize it.” Theodore responded.

“No, please, I was lost,” she begged, knowing what the men wanted from her.

Edith got off the chair and joined her husband, Thomas. “I’ve seen her around here before. She needs to be taught a lesson. The low life trash has been breaking into too many houses lately.” Edith was a fine-looking woman, thirty-five, and she kept her figure to please her husband. She’d do anything to please Thomas and that included allowing him to indulge in his deepest fantasies with these women. Edith also enjoyed the game and watching the dark perversions the men thought up.

“Put her to her knees. I know just the way to teach her.” Thomas began to open his pants. The others joined him.

It was the last time she was there that she’d gotten her first glimpse of a man’s cock, but now, there were six of them displayed proudly by the men. Catherine felt the woman’s hands on her shoulders push her to her knees. She knew instantly what they’d take from her, but she never expected six of them. She didn’t know how she’d withstand one of them in her virgin mouth, never mind six. “Please, not that, not in my mouth. I’ve never done that before.”

“Don’t worry, honey, I’ll teach you to please my husband.” Edith was happy to teach her to suck cock and swallow it expertly.

Catherine couldn’t believe that his wife would allow such a thing, but she had little time to comprehend it as the man stood in front of her. He was only inches from her face, and his hand gripped the shaft of his cock and bent it down until the head was pointed at her mouth.

“Look how big and hard Thomas is. And it’s all for you, Catherine.” Edith kneeled down next to her and put her hand around her waist. “You’re going to take all of it in your mouth.” Thomas was big, and she’d have to take it in her throat before he’d be happy. Edith hated when he did that to her, but Catherine wouldn’t have any choice. She’d swallow it and like it. Or at least pretend to like it.

Catherine tried to turn her head away from the cock. She saw the big head already leak out his juices. It would flood her mouth with the foul taste. Most of the girls that had taken a cock in their mouth told her of the foul taste that permeated their mouths with just single drops. The other men moved closer to her as all of them stroked their cocks in front of them as though they aimed them at her mouth.

Edith grabbed Catherine by the nape of her neck. “Don’t turn away from his cock. You’ll worship it,” she ordered her. She pushed Catherine’s head forward a little bit, but that was all that was needed. She tightened her grip on the back of her head when she tried to back away when Thomas’s cock touched her face.

It felt like a hot iron touched her cheek, not what she expected. It jerked and jumped from the touch, and it left a spot of wetness to stain her complexion when it moved away. The hand on her head pushed her head and bounced it back and forth on his cock. The head of his cock rubbed on her lips as she clenched her lips tight, not acting, but in fear of taking his cock in her mouth.

Thomas kept a grip on his cock so she couldn’t escape, but he grew eager as well as the others.

“Lick his cock, Catherine. Start with the head and lick it like a lollypop, then work your way up and down the shaft.”

Edith’s fingers dug painfully into the nape of her neck. Catherine saw her grab her husband’s cock in her hand and offer it up to her. Catherine knew she had no choice. It took a lot to get her tongue to slip out of her mouth, but it was worse when it ran over the smooth head. Her mouth was instantly filled with the foul taste of his cum. It made her scowl. Her tongue was forced to explore his cock, to run over the head and then the thick ridge around it. She stayed away from the very tip as long as possible, but she knew that he wouldn’t be denied. The minute the tip of her tongue ran over the hole, her mouth was flooded with his cum. It was so thick and salty as the leaked drops covered her tongue like a blanket.

“Oh, yes,” Thomas cried out in ecstasy. Her tongue and hot breath that blew on his cock gave him pleasure. He couldn’t wait to be inside her mouth.

She continued to run her tongue over his cock, but then, she moved to the shaft. The skin was wrinkled and loose, and she could feel bumps and his veins on it. As her tongue went down the long shaft, she tried to stay away from the wiry black hairs that stuck out of the base and on his balls. She had to make her mouth salivate so her spit would cover his shaft.

Edith grabbed his cock and held it pinned against his stomach. “Lick his balls, and do a good job. I want them slick.”

She gagged from an errant hair the first time her tongue touched his balls. The skin was wrinkled beneath the thatch of his hairs. She spit out the hair, but she returned to the task. The worst part was when she was made to suck one of his balls into her mouth. By the time she managed to stuff it in, his pubic hairs pushed against her lips and nose to tickle her, but it was the mouthful of hairs that made her gag. She was glad when she could finally spit it out.

“Take the head into your mouth and tighten your lips just beneath the thick ridge. Let him feel your tongue lather it up.” Edith saw the look of pleasure on Thomas’s face when his cock head disappeared inside her mouth.

Her hot mouth engulfed his cock, but it was her tight lips that gripped it so possessively that gave him such pleasure. Her tongue began to move on his cock. He shuddered as he jetted in her mouth, unable to control the premature ejaculation. Luckily, Edith seemed to have anticipated it and held Catherine’s head to keep her from backing off. Catherine had no choice but to accept his deposit in her mouth.

“GGLLUPPH!” It was as if he came in her mouth. It wasn’t just a drop but a spurt, and she wasn’t able to escape it. It filled her mouth to mix with the spit like oil and water. His cum was the more pronounced taste in her mouth, and she had no way to get rid of it. His cock was big, and her lips were stretched wide around it with little room for anything to escape. She knew enough that she had to suck and the act was aptly named. She began to draw it into her mouth with powerful suction, taking another inch of cock through her lips. The head slid over her tongue and moved to the back of her mouth, leaving a trail of leaking cum in its wake.

“Look up at me, Catherine. I want to see your eyes stare at me while you suck my cock.” Her green eyes looked up at him, desperation in them, but his cock jerked in pleasure from her pink lips that gripped around the shaft, her hot mouth and eager tongue made him struggle not to cum too soon.

Edith began to work Catherine’s head to make sure that she did it properly. More of Thomas’s cock was pushed into her mouth, and Edith felt Catherine fight against her hand. “More, take more of his cock in your mouth, Catherine.”

His cock was too big for her mouth, but they didn’t seem to care. She was almost pushed up against his belly. Luckily, she didn’t have to see the others watch her perform this humiliating act. She struggled as more of his cock was shoved into her mouth. The next time, it slammed into the back of her mouth with such power. She was pulled back, but she felt more pressure on the next push. His cock slipped through her wet lips and shot to the back of her mouth. It slammed into her throat, and this time, she was stopped from pulling back. Catherine could feel the head of his cock block her throat completely. She began to panic, fearing she’d be asphyxiated. Her nose began to suck in powerfully to fill her lungs. His cock was being crammed into her throat. He was so hard, yet his cock managed to get compressed when Catherine was pushed forward. Then, he began to move his hips from side to side.

“GLLLUUGGGH!” The gag came from deep inside of her, but it was the bile that threatened to come up from her stomach that she feared she’d choke to death on. He was relentless, not letting her back off as his cock began to have success in getting down her throat. She knew it wasn’t impossible, some of the women had told of their experiences in taking a cock down their throats. It might not be impossible, but it would be difficult. She felt relief when she was allowed to back off from his cock, but then, she was shoved back down onto his cock. He began to pump with his hips as he grew more excited. She had to please him, keeping her lips tight around the shaft of his cock and her tongue moving relentlessly in spite of her growing tired.

Thomas could feel the cum build up in her balls until they ached. Edith was doing a good job making her suck, but he wanted Catherine’s complete obedience. “Let her suck my cock on her own.”

Catherine felt the relief as the hand deserted her head, but she knew what she had to do to please him. Her head began to move back and forth as her lips slid up and down the shaft. She took half of his cock in her mouth with each thrust.

“Deeper, Catherine. Take more of my cock in your mouth,” Thomas ordered her.

She moved her head forward, turning it from side to side to make it slide in easier as she began to engulf more of his cock. It shot to the back of her mouth, but when she withdrew, she made her lips as tight as she could.

“More!” He wouldn’t be denied.

She had to do it, pushing her head all the way down. His cock filled her mouth and soon pressed into the tiny hole of her throat. It was like a plug that blocked it, but she didn’t back off for long seconds. She twisted her head as she withdrew but then back down and the head of his cock banged harder into her throat. She gagged on his cock, but she didn’t back off, feeling his pubic hairs tickle her nose. She had three-quarters of his cock in her mouth, but she knew she wouldn’t be finished until all of it was in her mouth or throat.

Edith watched as she began to swallow Thomas’s cock. She might not be experienced, but she was a natural. She knew just the right things to do, although it might have been instinct that drove her. “All the way down, take the head into your throat,” Edith ordered her, but she didn’t lay a hand on her. She’d submit or else.

Catherine gulped, choked and gagged, but each time, more of his cock slowly pushed into her throat. It was an unnatural act that she had to perform, fighting all of her natural instincts to perform it. She couldn’t believe such a hard cock could be compressed to fit in such a tiny hole, but her gags opened her throat to the unnatural penetration. It was like a giant snake that slithered down her gullet.

Thomas looked at her face, tears streamed from her eyes and her mouth opened wide as he heard deep gurgling gags from her throat, but it was her pink lips wrapped around his cock and his black pubic hairs pushed into her lips that made his cock ready to cum.

“Fuck my cock fast with your mouth, Catherine. I’m about to honor you with my cum. Don’t back off until I am finished ejaculating in your mouth.”

The thought of him cumming in her mouth made her sick to her stomach, but she had no choice but to accept her fate. She began to move her head so that she could take the full measure of his cock with each thrust. She could feel the shaft grow bigger, and her lips stretched wide around it. The small amount of cum that he ejected in her mouth was bad enough, but she knew that there would be much more this time. She twisted her head from side to side as she took his cock deep. She could feel his body tense up, and his breathing grew rapid. He wouldn’t last much longer as her tongue swirled over the head to scoop up more of his leaking cum.

He gripped her head in ecstasy when he began to cum. It exploded in his body, and he felt the pressure released as he jetted into her mouth with such power. He was surprised she didn’t try to push away as her cheeks began to balloon with his spewing cum. She continued to move her head back and forth but slowly now. He could feel her tongue work over his cum-soaked cock, but there was more for her. He ejaculated a second time with the same fervor, slowly emptying his balls into her willing mouth. She sucked his cock in deep into her mouth with such pleasure for him, getting a third load of cum as her reward. He heard her gulping feverishly as she tried to contend with the growing mouthful of cum that had no place to go but into her belly.

It was worse than she expected, if that was possible. It was so thick and profuse as it covered every inch of the inside of her mouth with the thick crème. She gagged on the foul taste and smell, but she continued to perform this obscene act with more cum adding to the mouthful that gradually grew too much for her to contend with. She gulped loudly as she tried to get it to go down her throat, but it was so thick and distasteful that it felt like it moved with deliberate slowness. As some went down into her belly, he continued to pour more into her mouth. She wondered if he’d ever finish. She slowed down sucking as she felt his cock lose some of its hardness. She didn’t dare take her mouth off it until he told her.

“Lick it clean and keep your lips tight on the shaft as you move your head and scoop up the last of the cum.” Edith ordered her to clean Thomas’s cock.

She did the shameful job of licking up the last of his cum. She couldn’t rid her mouth of the foul taste, so it made little difference that she scooped up more. It took her a few minutes before she finished the job and his cock slipped out of her mouth. She was glad that she was done.

Joseph and Theodore had watched her talents at sucking cock. She went from an amateur to a skillful cocksucker. She was good, but she needed more practice. Their cocks were rock hard, and they were ready to give her more experience.

Catherine was shocked back to reality when two cocks were shoved into her face, one on each side of her. They were big and hard. “No, not two, they’ll never fit,” she cried out in genuine fear. Her mouth couldn’t take both of them without splitting her lips.

“Stick your tongue out and lick them,” Theodore gave her an alternative.

Anything was better than in her mouth. She began to lick them instantly, starting with the heads of their cocks. She didn’t even care that they were slick with juices. Her mouth was already fouled with cum. They held up their cocks so she could work them over with her tongue, and not even their pubic hairs getting stuck in her mouth could dampen her enthusiasm. The alternative was too fearful. Even as she did it, she knew they wouldn’t be satisfied. They began to rub the heads of their cocks on her lips. She opened her mouth wide to satisfy them, but it only inspired them to push the heads into her open mouth. She didn’t know how they could do such a thing, but their cocks touched each other’s as they began to push the heads inside her mouth. Her mouth was forced open wider, and she couldn’t do anything to stop it. She lapped at their cocks with her tongue in hopes to persuade them to take her mouth one at a time.

It felt strange to have another man’s cock touch his, but her hot mouth was too inspiring for Theodore as they both tried to stuff her mouth with their cocks. They didn’t stop until her lips were stretched to the limit. If they continued, he was sure that her lips would tear. Joseph backed his cock out, and Theodore took the opportunity to drive his cock inside.

She’d do anything to keep two cocks out of her mouth, and she did. She began to suck the one cock with such passion, using all the skills that she’d learned. But, no matter what she did, she felt his hands grip her head, and he began to use her mouth as if it was a pussy for him to fuck. She had no control as his hips drove his cock deep into her mouth with each thrust.

“GGGLLLUGGGHH!”

Once he breached her throat for the first time, he pulled his cock out and Joseph took his place.

She didn’t even have a chance to suck in air when one cock pulled out and replaced instantly by another. She began to feel the differences in men’s cock after intimately exploring three of them with her mouth. Some were thicker or longer, and their cum tasted different and thicker. But they all tasted foul. Both men were eager for their pleasure, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before they came in her mouth. They got too excited seeing her suck the first cock.

The two of them went back and forth with her mouth, never deserting it more than a few seconds. She choked and gagged on their cocks, but they cared little except for the cum building up in their balls and the need to release it in her mouth.

Theodore was the first to cum in her mouth. He plugged her lips with his cock as he stroked the shaft until he jetted in her mouth. It shot out to the back of her mouth, and he was pleased when he heard her choke on it. That didn’t stop him as he pumped his shaft more vigorously as he let lose a torrent of cum into her mouth. Her cheeks ballooned like a squirrel with nuts, but he wouldn’t remove his cock until he was assured that she swallowed every drop.

More cum filled her belly as she tried to get it to go down. He’d masturbated his cock in her mouth until he came. She gave his cock one last pass with her tongue before she got relief when he pulled out, yet it was only seconds before the other cock was back, and he wanted his pleasure. He’d pumped his cock as the other man came in her mouth, and he was ready too soon. She barely had a chance to breathe before he shoved his cock into her mouth, and he came instantly. He cared little that her mouth still had the other man’s cum in it. She gulped and gurgled as she tried to contend with another mouthful of foul tasting cum.

There were so many men left even after she took three of them in her mouth. She was placed on her back on the floor, one cock took her pussy while another kneeled next to her mouth and made her suck the head of his cock while she was fucked hard. The one in her pussy never came. They all seemed to have a desire to cum in her mouth, and they wouldn’t be denied. She was placed on her knees while he fucked her mouth, and another took her pussy from behind. She feared he’d take her backside, so she was grateful when a big cock filled her once-virgin pussy and fucked her. She had only one alternative. She opened her mouth each time, in spite of the fact that she knew that the cock would spew into her mouth and she’d have to swallow it.

Her mouth was never left alone, but the worst was when she was put on her back and one man sat on her chest. He gripped her breasts and wrapped them around his cock as he began to fuck her breasts. It was the most obscene thing that happened to her. She had to watch the bright red head of his cock snake out the top of her breasts and feel his scratchy balls rub along her skin as he fucked her breasts. But it was when he bent over her face and drove his cock down her throat with a powerful thrust that was the worst. He never pulled his cock from her throat, cumming inside her gullet. At least she didn’t have to taste his cum until he withdrew his cock from her throat and she was forced to wash it down.

She lost count on how many and who came. With her mouth filled with a man’s cock, she had to grip two others with her hands and masturbate them to keep them hard. They came on her face, her breasts and no part of her body was immune from the hot cum that blanketed it shamefully. They forced her to lick it up. She lost count on how many mouthfuls of cum she swallowed, but she knew it was more than six. When she was finished, her stomach gurgled from all the cum that filled it. Only then did they take her back to The House.


CHAPTER 16

Plump Ass

Frances didn’t fully understand what happened to her last time, but she embraced it. She’d always thought she was too big, especially her backside, but Joseph paid so much attention to it, and it was as if he worshiped it. She’d lost her virginity to him, but it was his probing of her anus that excited her. She never expected a man would want to touch her in such a place, but Joseph touched and kissed it. The first time she felt a finger breach her sphincter, she was ashamed of the unnatural act, yet it wasn’t painful, just uncomfortable. By the time he probed, licked, fingered and shoved a candle up her backside, she no longer felt that way. Then, there was the matter of her having an orgasm when her pussy was whipped with a ruler. She didn’t even tell the other women about that. She couldn’t understand how she got pleasure from that, but it was undeniable.

She was excited when she was called back to Joseph and Clara’s house. She was surprised when she was given a sweater and slacks to wear, but when she turned in the mirror and saw the way that her buttocks were enhanced by the tightfitting slacks, she grew moist. Even more shameful was that she was naked beneath the sweater and slacks. Every step she took the slacks rode up and down her slit as though it masturbated her. The sweater wasn’t cashmere but wool, and her nipples grew hard from the rough fabric that rubbed back and forth over them. It was as if her clothes slowly aroused her.

The room she was taken to was the same room, but it had been transformed. It looked like a jail, all the way to include bars on the other side of the room, but that wasn’t what caught her attention. It was the array of whips, paddles, canes and other assorted items. She never saw anything like it before. Then, there was the bar bolted to the floor waist high and the tables with leather cuffs attached to them. Even the heavy wooden chair in the center of the room was bolted to the floor with black iron bolts. The room was made for punishment. She grew wetter at the thought of what would happen.

Joseph and the others came into the room. They sat on the large upholstered chairs that surrounded her while Joseph walked over to him. He was dressed in his police uniform, all the way down to the thick leather belt around his waist. It would prove useful later and not by being around his waist. He could tan an ass with it if he desired.

Frances had learned what she had to do to please these men. “Why am I here?” Her voice strained in fear as she gazed at him dressed as a policeman.

“My men caught you and brought you here for interrogation. And you’ll address me as Sheriff or Sir.” He picked up a bamboo rod. It was flexible and still had knots on it. It had a firm grip for his hand, so he could wield it with authority.

“Please, I’ll tell you anything.” She saw the way he looked at her as he tapped the cane against his leg. “Sheriff.”

“I know everything I need about you, Frances. I’m here to administer your punishment, and I believe in corporal punishment. The severity of it will depend on your cooperation. As you see, there is a jury to watch, and they’ll take part in administering the punishment.”

“I’ll do what you want, please, don’t hurt me.”

Joseph rubbed the front of his pants as his erection grew bigger at the thought of what he’d do this time. “My cock will grow harder from your anguish. Stand in the center of the room, your back to me.”

She turned her back to them and stood there. It was more intense when she couldn’t see him or know what he’d do.

“Spread your legs, Frances.” He saw that lovely ass outlined in the tight pants. He could make out the sharp divide of her cheeks. She spread her legs obediently.

She knew that it left her pussy vulnerable, not sure if it scared her or made her excited. She enjoyed when he spanked her pussy with a ruler, but the rod in his hand was much more severe. She waited for long seconds. She heard a whistle and didn’t realize what it was until she felt it.

Joseph stepped to the side so he could get a good aim. He swung the cane through the air, and it whistled as it cut through the air. He swung it through her legs and then sharply up. His aim was precise, and the cane thudded against her crotch.

“TTHHUMPP!”

“OOOOWWWW!” Frances’s piercing cry rang out in the room as she was jolted to her toes when the cane hit her pussy with such ferocity. It was much more intense than the ruler and far more painful. Her feet finally settled back down flat on the floor. As the pain went away, it was replaced with something else. The cane had found the bottom of her slit and pushed harshly between it. It still tingled, but she wasn’t sure if it was pain or pleasure that began to build up.

Joseph let her take in the pain before he hit her again. He wanted the anticipation to build up. He pushed the cane to the floor between her legs. With a sharp snap of his wrist, the cane shot up expertly to come crashing into her pussy. He loved her cry, louder this time, and she rose up higher onto her toes as she tried to absorb the blow.

“OOOOWWW!” His aim was so accurate. He didn’t strike the same part but caught her slit on one side to smash into the soft, inner lips with a thud. The cane was hard and brutal as it attacked her pussy. She rose up on her toes to try to escape some of the force of the blow, but the cane followed her up. When her feet landed back flat on the floor, she felt the cane still between her legs.

Joseph ran the cane between her legs, rubbing it back and forth through her crotch. She still had on her slacks, but they were thin, and the knots on the cane rubbed her pussy.

She hated that it felt so good. The cane wasn’t smooth, but that is what she liked. It had bumps on it, and it pushed through her pussy lips. Her pussy still tingled from the cane, but it was past pain and to pleasure now. She was confused at how that could happen.

It was time to move on. “Take off your slacks, Frances.”

It was so abrupt, going from being masturbated with a cane to stripping naked below her waist. They’d see her shameful wetness. She kept her back to the people as she slowly pulled her slacks down. As she bent over to get them off her feet, she realized how exposed she was when she shoved her ass back to all the people. She quickly kicked them off and stood back up, still with her back to all the people so that she didn’t have to see their stares.

“Nice plump ass, built for punishment,” Joseph commented for all to hear. He went behind her, and his hand began to caress her buttocks. The moment his hand touched her buttock, her muscles clenched tight as if she could prevent him from having his way with her. He slapped her ass cheek hard. When he pulled his hand away, there was a red spot from the blow. “Don’t tighten up or else,” he warned her. He saw her cheeks relax as his hand began the exploration of her ass.

It was difficult to keep her cheeks relaxed as his hand explored her ass cheeks. It was shameful when he yanked her crack open and kept it that way. She felt her anus open up from being spread so wide.

“She’s still a virgin there, although I have probed it. It’s hot and tight.” It wouldn’t be that way for long. “Look how it strains to close. Those tight muscles will be put to good use clenching on my cock.”

It was though she couldn’t hear him as he talked obscenely about what he would do to her.

“Over here, Frances, so we can continue with your punishment.”

She saw the low metal bar and knew what it was for. It was waist high. She’d be forced to bend over it and stick her ass out for more punishment.

The bar was built on a pedestal. She stood on it and then bent over. The bar cut across her hips and forced her ass to arch up high. Her head swung down, and her long hair fanned out in front of her. She felt hands grab her legs and spread them wide. Her crack opened up, and she knew enough not to clench her cheeks. Everyone had a good view of her anus as well as her pussy that peeked out behind her.

Joseph would start with the paddle to get her cheeks a nice pink. She’d opened up nicely. He swung the paddle through the air and caught one of her cheeks with a resounding thud. He got a cry from her, but he swung it again to catch the other cheek.

He began to paddle her immediately. The blood rushed to her head as her buttocks were pummeled with a paddle. He hit her hard, smashing the leather-covered paddle into her buttocks all the way to the bone. He went from one cheek to the other, but he never slowed down the assault.

Her cheeks ached, but she could feel the paddle hit so close to her crack, and the air blew on her anus. She feared that he’d hit her there, or it was that she wished he would. She took about a half-dozen blows to each cheek before he stopped, but he wasn’t finished. She felt him place something beneath her feet, forcing her to rise up higher. When he was finished, she was on her knees, and her ass was almost straight up into the air. He’d spread her legs wider and then strapped them to the bar. She was open from pussy to anus, lewdly exposed and vulnerable.

Joseph had a small rattan cane. It was flexible and was great for the close, intimate work that he’d undertake. With her legs bound open, she wouldn’t be able to move an inch.

“OOOOWW!” She cried out, but it was more in surprise than pain. He struck her down her crack but just to the side of her anus. She couldn’t control her muscles as they tried to clench in fear, but with her legs spread and bound, it was a futile gesture. All it did was make her pussy clench in unison and that made her feel the emptiness inside and yearn for a cock to fuck her.

He had his aim now, and the next blow was right on target. He hit her on her anus, and her cry rose up in pitch as the flexible cane attacked the tiny target. The minute he pulled it back, his eyes were glued to the spasms that came from the abused opening. Her anus didn’t know how to react to the attack.

It felt like the cane went inside her rectum. Her muscles revolted to clench and unclench uncontrollably. I can feel my anus begin to swell up or is it my imagination? She knew the cane would be back, but she couldn’t do anything to stop it.

He moved his aim lower down, and the cane found the edge of her soft pussy lips. He watched as the force of the blow made her lips go around it as though it sought to capture it in the warm, wet embrace of her pussy. When he pulled it back, he couldn’t help but notice that her pussy lips glistened in the light. He aimed for her anus once again, and her body shuddered as it took its toll on the tiny knot of muscles. It began to swell up and turn a pretty pink, a better target for him.

She never knew where the next blow would hit her. Sometimes he’d hit her anus twice or the same thing on her pussy. He attacked her pussy lips on both sides as the cane sliced down harshly on the soft, inner lips with such intensity. It burned all the way inside her pussy, but her muscles clenched as though it sought out a cock inside her.

He could never decide which gave him more pleasure, whipping her pussy or her anus. Both were soft and not used to being subjected to such severity. She cried out, but it wasn’t a cry of desperation. Her pussy oiled his rattan cane with her flowing juices.

He finally stopped whipping her, but she didn’t know whether that was a good thing or not. She couldn’t understand how she was aroused at being subjected to such cruelty, yet her pussy cried out for a cock to give her pleasure.

Joseph would get her ready. He took the bottle of oil and slowly poured it on her ass. It ran down her crack and over her pussy. He put it down, and his hands went about the job of rubbing it in. He started with her pussy, and he massaged it between her lips. He could feel her clench from the first touch, the whip had taken its toll on her soft flesh, but she soon warmed up to his caressing touch, especially when he pushed two fingers inside her tight pussy suddenly. He felt her pussy clench onto his fingers with such pleasure. Thomas would enjoy that soon enough.

She had to resist moaning when the fingers explored her pussy. He didn’t need the oil as they plunged into her soaked pussy. If only he’d touched her pleasure button and made her cum. She shuddered in anticipation when his finger slid up her crack. She knew where it was going. She should be ashamed that he’d touch her there, but she wasn’t. She found a perverse pleasure in being penetrated in such a place that she never expected to get pleasure from. He’d whipped her anus, but that only made it more sensitive to any touch.

His finger found her anus and circled it to tease it. He could feel the muscles react to his touch. “Relax and let me have my way with your ass.” He pushed with the tip of his finger and felt her anus open up. His oiled finger wouldn’t be denied, and the tip slipped in without any trouble.

Her sphincter surrendered to his slick finger, and she felt it go into her rectum. He twisted it as his thick knuckle stretched her anal ring. It didn’t hurt as it pushed in, just uncomfortable at first. His finger moved more aggressively, stretching her anal ring wide as it drove into her rectum and pressed hard against the soft muscles inside. She clenched onto his finger to grip it possessively. He began to move it in and out. She forgot all about the whipping and concentrated on the way it felt to be fingered in such a place. She felt a second finger join the first, stretching her more. He worked them vigorously, and she wondered why. Then, it dawned on her. She heard talk of sodomy, taking a cock in the ass. It was a dark perversion. Yet, his finger acted as if it was a cock but much smaller. She felt his cock when he took her pussy. It stretched her, but that was in a place that was built for that purpose. She didn’t know whether her ass could stretch enough to accommodate his big cock.

That was enough preliminaries. He pulled his fingers out of her ass hole reluctantly, and her muscles gripped them as though she didn’t want them to leave. He turned to the others. “Deputy Thomas. Would you help me?”

Thomas got up eagerly. He didn’t know why Joseph had him put on a police uniform, but after he watched Frances get whipped intimately, his cock threatened to break free from his pants. “Gladly, Sheriff.” Thomas rushed over to join them.

“Sit in the chair. Frances is going to sit on your cock and fuck you.”

The heavy wooden chair had no arms, so it would be easy for her to straddle him. Joseph was taking her off the bar, and Thomas hurriedly began to undress. He was accustomed to being naked in front of the others, so his clothes were piled on the floor in no time.

Frances stretched her body after being bound severely in that position. She took off her sweater, standing naked in front of everyone. She saw Thomas in the chair. His hand was around the shaft of his cock as he held it up in his lap, an invitation to her.

“Sit on his cock, Frances, show him how your pussy will grip his cock and make him cum.”

In spite of her apprehension of what Joseph would do to her, it would feel good to have a cock in her pussy. She’d lost her virginity, so she might as well enjoy a good fucking. Hopefully, Thomas would be experienced enough to make her cum. She straddled his body and reached down for his cock. “Let me do it,” she urged him, and as soon as she touched his cock, his hands deserted it. She could feel the powerful muscles in his cock move from her touch. She held it tight as she rose up on her toes to poise her pussy over the head of his cock. She was already wet, so she began to slowly press her body down. The big head of his cock began to open her up. It was better than Joseph’s fingers in spite of the fact that her elastic walls had stretched to take his large cock inside. She began to roll her hips instinctively as his cock invaded her with such pleasure.

Thomas loved being taken by a woman. She did all the work, and he got the pleasure. Her pussy was tight, and the way she moved rippled up and down his cock. She took an inch and then backed off, but she instantly sat back down onto his cock until two inches filled her. She did this slowly and methodically each time she slithered her pussy onto his cock. It was long, pleasurable minutes before she sat down fully on his lap. It felt so good with his cock snuggled inside her.

“Give him a good fuck.” Joseph urged her as he began to undress behind her where she couldn’t see. He could see her pussy cling to Thomas’s cock as she rose up on her toes, but before his cock could escape, she plunged back down to take him fully inside her. She was enjoying this, able to control the movements and her pleasure.

As soon as he was naked, he oiled his cock, stroking it as it rose to such prominence. He gave Thomas a nod, and Thomas’s arms encircled her and pulled her until her naked breasts were pushed into his chest and her arms were pinned to her sides. She wouldn’t be able to fuck him, but it was only temporary.

He hugged her, but she didn’t know why, just when she was enjoying fucking him. She couldn’t move, not even her arms. She didn’t know why until she felt a set of hands go around her waist from behind. She turned to see Joseph behind her, but he was naked now, his cock stood up, and it glistened in the light. She knew why as she cried out. “No, not there, not with another cock inside me!” It would’ve been bad enough to take a cock in her ass, but with a cock in her pussy, she was sure there wouldn’t be enough room between her legs to take both of them without being torn.

Joseph bent lower behind her and aimed his cock at her anus. Thomas helped him by making her push her ass back. “Don’t fight it or else you’ll tear,” he warned her. His words made her settle down and surrender to the inevitable.

The head of his cock overpowered her tiny anus, no matter how many fingers and candles he pushed in it. Nothing was that thick or long. And it wouldn’t go in and sit still. Joseph would sodomize her with deep, penetrating thrusts into the depths of her bowels. She couldn’t move as the cock began to press in. Her anal ring began to expand, Frances unable to stop the slick cock from having its way. She felt the cock in her pussy jump and shudder inside her, excited at the thought of both of them fucking her at the same time.

He felt the tight band of her anal ring grip the head of his cock. He pushed harder, and she had no choice but to expand around it to take it inside her. It gripped tightly, but the smooth head was too slick for her to resist. He gave one last push, and then, suddenly, the head of his cock slipped past her sphincter as though her ass hole sucked it in. He felt such pleasure as her muscles crushed his cock in a tight embrace. He flexed his cock repeatedly inside her to claim her. He couldn’t stay still, it felt too good, and he knew it would only get better. He wasn’t sure, but it might be Thomas’s cock that twitched inside her that he felt. He began to push in, grinding his hips from side to side to expand her as the head of his cock began to push into her hot rectum. “Feel my cock in your ass, Frances. You’re going to love having two cocks fuck you at once.”

It felt like one big boulder that was inside her. She couldn’t tell one cock from the other. Her anal ring was stretched tautly over the shaft of Joseph’s cock, and she could feel the thick vein on his cock pass through her stretched anal ring as he drove another inch of cock inside her. Then, he pulled out, but it wasn’t relief that she felt. It was as if her insides were being sucked out with powerful suction on the withdrawal. Her anal ring pulled out and stretched as it clung to his cock on the withdrawal. She thought his cock might break free, but her anal ring clung to the head just behind the thick ridge on the head. Then, he changed directions and thrust back in, taking her breath away as her guts went from empty to full in seconds. Her elastic walls had to stretch wide to accept him as he drove inches of cock inside her bowels. He went deeper before her uncontrollable muscles could keep him out, but he quickly pulled back out and thrust in with a harder thrust. Each time he went deeper. It felt as though she swallowed a pig, her guts filled with the massive girth of his cock. Her stomach cramped around it, but that only set his cock into violent contractions of pleasure.

Thomas didn’t know how much longer he could wait to fuck her again. Her pussy clenched on his cock, driven by her tightening ass muscles that tried to keep the cock out of her ass. He could feel Joseph’s cock now, sliding so close to his, only separated by a thin membrane. France struggled, but he held her still until Joseph was fully inside her.

“There you go, Frances, how do you like two cocks in you at once?” It was a rhetorical question, for Joseph was ready to sodomize her. Her virgin pussy was great, but her virgin ass hole was so much better. “Fuck her, Thomas. Let’s show her what it feels like to take two real men inside her.”

The two cocks sucked her insides out, but as soon as her pussy and anus snapped the heads of their cocks tightly, they thrust back in at the same time. A giant spear was shoved inside her, both of their cocks felt like one. It stretched her until she gulped loudly when the two cocks bottomed out inside her. She couldn’t believe that she survived the penetration.

The two of them began to fuck her, front and back. They started by going inside at the same time, meeting in the depths of her body as one. They ripped their cocks back out then back in to revisit the depths once again. She was buffeted between the two of them, unable to escape the duel ravishment of her once-virgin body. Thomas had trouble fucking her with her on his lap, but with his hands he pulled her up and down so his cock felt the pleasure of her pussy clinging to it.

It was bad enough when they both drove inside her, but then, they changed and one pushed in while the other withdrew. She was never empty as her pussy or ass hole was filled. She didn’t know which way was worse, both at the same time or only one. She had no choice in the matter. The only redeeming factor was while she was pinned between them, Thomas’s cock rubbed her in the right way. It was as though her pleasure button swelled up to touch it. She began to feel the pleasure as she was buffeted between the two demanding cocks. She tightened her pussy muscles onto his cock to hasten his thrusts and pleasure. She couldn’t understand the pleasure she felt at being taken in such a manner. A cock violated her ass, and she felt pleasure in being taken.

It took five minutes of constant pounding by the two men, but then, they began to cum inside her. That is what drove her climax. When she felt the first jets of cum spray inside her pussy and ass at the same time, it set off her climax. It shot to her head with such power. The men continued to dump their cum inside her, shaming her with Joseph’s cum in her ass hole, a place not destined for it. Each time they shot inside her, she joined them in her climax, moving from one plateau to another.

By the time that the two men pulled out of her, France’s exhausted body slumped to the ground. Joseph thought some of the men might enjoy her mouth, but she had no energy left to please anyone.


CHAPTER 17

Fake but it Feels so Real

Eva found solace in being invited without Anna this time. While she couldn’t deny that she found pleasure in their girl sex, Anna was the more adventurous woman between the two of them, and Eva wanted to stand out on her own. It was a strange desire for she’d have to be subjected to whatever the men wanted of her, but she didn’t want to hide behind Anna.

There were no longer any secrets at The House among the women. They openly discussed what they had to do and what made them excited. Eva was surprised at what some of the women were excited about. There were talks of whips and tight bondage. Eva thought that it was shameful to be bound when she sucked Samuel’s cock, but it paled in comparison to the bondage devices that some of the women had been bound to. And they received pleasure from the submission. Eva took it all to heart. She knew that she had to make all these men satisfied, so that is what she’d do.

She was taken to the large mansion once again. This time, she dressed before she left. She wore a skirt that clung to her hips and ass and a sweater that looked as though it molded over her breasts. She wore nothing beneath the sweater, as her youthful breasts needed no support. She wore a lacey undergarment that wasn’t more than a bit of silk.

Samuel and George were waiting for her, but there were two women with them. They’d managed to convince their wives to join them this time after they saw what had transpired with Anna and Eva. Margaret and Ruth were younger than their husbands, coming from prominent families, but they had experience. Even the women of the prominent families had perverse and dark pleasures. Wealth did that for them. That was their allure that captivated their husbands before they married.

Margaret was thirty-five, a year older than Ruth. Both were beautiful and sophisticated women. This strange group of six couples of wealth was an eye opener once they began this endeavor. People might talk of dark pleasures that the rich indulged in, but this was a group endeavor where all witnessed the dark pleasures. Naked and exposed, the participants were on display, not just their bodies, but also their lewd and depraved acts. At first, it was mainly the men, but the women wanted to participate. Mary had started it with Catherine, but it was Anna and Eva’s girl sex display that opened up a new realm of possibilities.

Eva saw George and Samuel. She couldn’t miss them after what had happened last time, but there were two women with them. It was strange, the men were dressed, but the women wore bathrobes, although they were exquisite garments. There was no doubt what the bed in the middle of the room was for. The other people were seated around the bed, so they had a clear view.

Margaret was the first to speak. “Take off your clothes.”

The words were abrupt and unexpected so quickly. Eva didn’t expect it to come from one of the wives. She looked at the men, but they waited for her to obey. She took off the sweater first, laying it on the edge of the bed. She stood up straight and pushed out her chest, proudly displaying her breasts. She couldn’t help but notice that her nipples grew hard at displaying them in front of everyone. She was more nervous at taking off the skirt. She opened it and slowly pulled it down. She struggled to get it off her feet without bending over to display her hanging breasts or her almost-naked ass. She managed to kick it away, but she still had the brief undergarment to preserve the last of her modesty. She looked at all the people stare at her as she slowly lowered it. The flimsy garment slid effortlessly to her feet, and she kicked it off. She kept her thighs clenched tight as she stood there, but she couldn’t deny that she already felt a shameful wetness between her thighs at being naked in a room full of fully dressed men and women.

“Put your hands behind your back.” Ruth had hidden the leather cuffs behind her back. There were a lot of hidden items that Eva would soon see, but they didn’t want to scare her too much.

That wasn’t out of the ordinary, although to have one of the wives say it made it a bit unordinary, but Eva knew this would go on for a long time and there would be lots of surprises for her along the way. She put her wrists behind her back, and it didn’t take long until they were secured tight. Her arms were pulled high up her back and crossed when they were bound at her wrists. It pushed her breasts out as her back was arched.

“On your knees,” Margaret ordered her. She got excited the more she ordered and the more Eva obeyed without question.

Eva looked at George and Samuel and wondered which of their cocks she’d be made to suck. She was put on her knees last time in the same way, even being bound so she couldn’t stop them from driving their cocks deep into her throat and get their pleasure from her choking and gagging. Eva had learned quickly that men liked to have power over women, especially when it was sexual. She got to her knees and waited.

Margaret watched Eva’s eyes as she took off her bathrobe and stood naked in front of her. Eva was shocked, and she didn’t expect this. “I’m Margaret, and you’re going to lick my pussy and show everyone how good you are at it,” but her hands already went to Eva’s head to guide her.

Eva was surprised but not shocked. Anna had already taught her the pleasure that two women could have together, and Eva didn’t find the task distasteful. Hands gripped her head tightly, and she knew that she’d be instructed in what pleasure she’d want. It was only a second before Eva’s face was pushed into her bush. Her pubic hairs were fine and soft, but her head was pushed harder into her crotch. Eva’s tongue slipped out of her mouth and instantly came into contact to wet lips. It wasn’t an unpleasant task to lick this woman. Eva’s tongue began to work hard between her lips and run up the soft, wet inner lips. Her head was pushed up and down as Margaret began to enjoy Eva’s magical tongue. Eva felt her hips begin to move just as a man would do, but at least she didn’t have a thick cock that tried to breach her throat.

Eva’s face was covered with Margaret’s wetness, and her tongue lapped up her nectar. Eva found her pleasure button hard and swollen, and Margaret allowed her to work it over. Eva licked it until it swelled up to twice its size, and then, her lips grasped it, and she drew it into her mouth with powerful suction. When she had it trapped lightly by her teeth, her tongue lashed out over the very tip where it was the most sensitive. Eva felt the sudden flood of juices flow from Margaret’s pussy. She knew she was doing a good job, and she wondered how long it would take before Margaret would cum.

Ruth was out of sight while she got ready. She saw how skilled Eva was with a woman, a bit jealous that it wasn’t she that was being so expertly licked and sucked. Ruth was fearful of doing what was next, but even George would be surprised. The men knew nothing of what they’d do to Eva.

Margaret hated to stop this, but it was necessary. She’d get her pleasure but not yet. She pushed Eva back, startling her. She saw the desperate look in Eva’s eyes as if she did something wrong. “It’s Ruth’s turn.”

Eva was glad that Margaret wasn’t unhappy with her performance. She hadn’t experienced any of the men being unsatisfied with her performance, and she didn’t know what the consequences would be. She looked over at Ruth as she walked toward her. “Whatttt!” She was shocked at what she saw. She still had her robe on, but the front of it bulged out, just as a man would.

Ruth saw Eva look, so she opened up her robe and threw it off. She heard a surprised gasp from everyone in the seats as well as whistle of pleasure from her husband when he saw it.

Eva never saw anything like it before, not even hearing of anything like it. Eva knew of fake cocks, dildos they were called, made of ivory or whale bone, but she never believed it or saw one strapped around a woman. Ruth wore one low around her body with an array of leather straps, but there was no doubt it was a dildo that stood out over eight inches. It was jet black, and from her brief experience of men’s cocks, this one was carved intricately. There were even hairs around the base, and a thick vein ran up the shaft. The head was big with a thick ridge. Eva reacted quickly. “Do you want me to suck your cock?” She said it with a grin on her face.

She was a bit of a smart ass, but Ruth would teach her. “Open your mouth,” she ordered, and she pushed with her hips as soon as Eva’s mouth began to yawn open. Ruth loved the look as the black dildo pushed through her pink lips and into her mouth.

Eva’s mouth was invaded immediately, and she began the task of sucking the fake cock. She knew that Ruth couldn’t feel a thing, but that didn’t stop Eva’s tongue from running over the dildo. It had no taste to it, but it was much harder than a man’s cock. There was no flesh on this one. The dildo slid deeper into her mouth, and her lips stretched wide to take it all in. It slid over her tongue and shot to the back of her mouth, and that is when Eva felt the chill run through her body. Will Ruth try to shove the dildo down my throat? Eva was surprised that a man’s hard cock was compressed into her throat, but that wouldn’t be the case with the dildo. The only thing that would stretch would be her throat. Eva was confused. She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t make her cum by sucking her well as she did with a man. Eve didn’t know how this would end.

Ruth grew more eager, grabbed Eva’s head and began to fuck with her hips, just as her husband had done to her. The way the dildo was strapped to her, the base of it rode up and down her slit although kind of sloppy, but it still gave her this new pleasure. She watched as more of the black dildo was forced into Eva’s mouth. It took only a few moments before she got her first gag. She pulled back at first but then drove back in. Ruth realized that it would be her that got pleasure from making Eva gag on a cock, but she’d have to contend with it, for Ruth was determined to feel what it was like to be on the other end of a cock in a woman’s mouth.

Margaret knelt down behind Eva before she got ready. Her hands went around Eva’s body and grasped her breasts hard, like a man would do. She gripped the two nipples between thumb and forefinger of each hand and began to squeeze and twist them. It didn’t take long before they became hard pebbles in spite of being crushed by her fingers. Eva couldn’t protest as her mouth was stuffed with the dildo when Ruth began the process of fucking her throat and making her swallow the dildo. Margaret reached behind her and picked up one of the nipple clamps. It was a clamp with ridged teeth on the inside, but it had a silver chain that hung off the end with a solid silver ball attached to the end of it about six inches down.

“OOWSGGLLGHH!” The pain laced through her breast, and she struggled to look down to see what it was. She got only a glimpse of it before the dildo in her mouth forced her head up by its sheer hardness. Something was clamped onto her nipple. It crushed it in its powerful jaws, but Eva saw a weight hang down from it that dragged her proud nipple down. She felt the pounding blood in her nipple shoot to the depths of her breast. It was an acute pain for long minutes before it turned to a nagging, dull pain. Before she could get accustomed to it, another one was attached to her other nipple, and the shooting pain reemerged. When it was done, both of her proud breasts were stretched down by the heavy weights. Both nipples pounded strangely from the trapped blood. She now had to contend with the fake cock that was making her gag more consistently now with each thrust. Her stomach turned as the bile tried to come up.

“Swallow my cock,” Ruth ordered Eva as she grabbed her head and pulled her on the dildo when her hips thrust forward. She felt the pressure as the dildo hit her throat, but she gripped Eva’s head and refused to allow her to escape the impalement. Ruth had learned how men did it through experience, and she mimicked it with perfection. She twisted her hips from side to side as she continued to push with her hips. The gags became louder and deeper, and it was only a matter of time before Eva choked on the hard, unforgiving head of the dildo.

“GGLLUGGH, GGLLLUUUGGHH, CCCOOFFFFF.” Eva struggled as the hard dildo began to push into her throat. When the end of the head slipped in, Eva coughed loudly and her throat opened up with such ease. Eva could do nothing as the hard dildo penetrated her throat. Her throat was forced to open up wide to accept the unyielding dildo, her muscles beaten into submission. She forgot all about her pinched nipples as she tried to contend with the menacing dildo that continued to bore into her throat.

Ruth continued to work the dildo into her throat. She got no pleasure in it except the pleasure of hearing Eva swallow it. Now, she knew why men loved to do it. It was the power they had that made them so excited, although Ruth was sure that men’s cocks got great pleasure from a tight throat and reluctant muscles on the flesh of their cocks.

Ruth saw that Margaret was ready. She stood behind Eva in her robe again, but now, she had a pronounced bulge in the front just as Ruth had. Ruth slowly pulled the dildo out of Eva’s throat and heard her suck in air to fill her starved lungs. Her pink lips were still wrapped around the black dildo affectionately, and the movement of it rode up and down Ruth’s slit with increasing pleasure. She made her suck it for a few more minutes before she’d pull it out.

Eva was glad to have her throat rid of the dildo. It rasped up and down her throat painfully and stretched her ruthlessly with its inflexible hardness. It finally pulled from her mouth, but she knew she wasn’t finished. Ruth knelt down in front of Eva, and her fingers played with the balls that dangled from her nipples to make them swing and yank sharp pain into her trapped nipples. Eva looked down to see the black dildo aimed between her white thighs, slick with her spit. She’d have to take it in her pussy, so she was grateful for any lubrication.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Eva.” Ruth began to run the dildo up and down her slit, and she couldn’t help but notice that Eva grew wetter. Ruth found just the right movement of the dildo that made the other end rub on her slit and travel up to her clit. She’d get pleasure from this act, but she doubted that Eva would when she found out what else she’d have to contend with. First, Ruth would impale her on her dildo before Margaret would surprise her. She couldn’t wait to see the men’s looks as well, for it would be nothing they’d expect.

The dildo felt good rubbing her slit, and especially, when it sought out her pleasure button. Eva hoped that she’d be allowed to get her pleasure. She felt the hard dildo pushed against her pussy, and then, it began to have its way with her. The sheer hardness of it forced her open, and it wasn’t long before the thick head slipped inside to stretch her. Ruth was eager and began to push with her hips, the dildo guided on Eva’s growing wetness to push inside her. It didn’t bend or jerk in pleasure as the dildo’s solid hardness forced her elastic walls to stretch to accommodate its shape. Eva felt the fullness of having her pussy filled with a cock, even though it was a fake one. She could feel the veins, ridges and bump on it touch her so intimately. Ruth began to fuck her with it, and Eva began to squeeze her muscles on it, not for Ruth’s pleasure, for she got nothing from it, but for her pleasure. Eva wanted to cum from this act.

Eva heard a surprised gasp from the people that watched them. She turned her head to see Margaret behind her. She’d taken off her robe, and like Ruth, she had a dildo strapped to her waist, but this was nothing like the fake cock that Ruth had. This one was much longer and had a bend in it. It had to be almost a foot long, but it was a shaft that had three sharp rings that surrounded it. They started about two inches from the end, with an inch in between them. They stuck out over a half inch. She felt Margaret kneel behind her, and the touch of a wet, cold finger on her anus gave her a good indication of where the dildo would go. The finger ran over her anus. It wasn’t long before it had success, and the tip of her lubricated fingers penetrated her anus to shoot past her clenching sphincter. Eva feared the anal probe, for it was nothing like a fake cock. It was meant to go in deep and bend inside her guts. The thick ridges were meant to test the elasticity of her anal ring. She’d be stretched, relaxed and stretched repeatedly by the three large rings.

“No, please don’t, not there!” She cried out in panic when the finger retreated and she felt the head of the probe began to push against her anus. The dildo in her pussy stopped for a moment, and all of Eva’s attention was centered on her anus. The cold probe pushed against her anus with more conviction. The finger had already made her slick, and she couldn’t keep the probe out. Her anal ring slowly spread around it, and she felt it move through her sphincter and push into her rectum. It wasn’t painful, but she knew that the first ridge would soon hit her anus and stretch her anal ring much wider. She feared how much she’d have to stretch to take it inside her. Will it tear me?

Margaret had never taken Samuel’s cock in her ass, although she was subjected to the probing of his fingers at times. She was thankful for that. She saw his fascination of taking a woman in a place that was not built to accommodate something that big and hard from the outside. She began to push with her hips as the tip of the probe began to push inside the tiny hole and stretch her ring around it like a tight band. Her attention was drawn to the probe as the first ring pushed up against her anus. Her anus began to push in from the assault as it fought a losing battle to keep it out.

She began to panic when the thick ridge pushed against her anus. It felt so huge. Her muscles went into spasms. The probe was insistent, and Eva felt her anal ring stretch wide. She cried out from the burning pain, but suddenly, the ring burst through the hesitant hole and was sucked inside her rectum. It stretched her deeper inside, but her anal ring slapped shut on the thinner probe protectively. She’d survived it, although she knew there were two more ridges that would seek entrance.

Margaret surprised her. Instead of pushing in the two other ridges, she pulled the first one out but then was back to make her relive the uncomfortable penetration. Eva’s anus was pulled out far back before the ring finally escaped the tight grasp of her anal ring. The second entry of the ridge was easier, although not without cries of discomfort from Eva.

It wasn’t a smooth entry like a cock. This one set her muscles into uncontrollable spasms. Her anal ring was forced into submission as the ridge moved in and out with nothing she could do to stop it. Now, she felt another ridge nuzzle against her anal ring. The first ridge was in her rectum to stretch her. The burning began again as Eva held her breath for the moment that her ring would be forced to adapt and stretch around the ridge and her insides would suck it inside.

“AAAWWWW!” It wasn’t that painful, but for the briefest of seconds when her anal ring stretched, she feared she’d be torn. It passed through inside her, two of the ridges inside her to stretch her elastic walls of her guts. Her inner muscles were unable to come to grips with the two thick ridges that stretched her but then shrunk down to grip the slimmer shaft. “NNNOOOO!” Eva cried out when she felt the probe begin to withdraw once again, Eva forced to stretch on the withdrawal. This time, it was worse. Margaret pulled the probe out faster, making the two ridges beat her muscles to surrender. Then, it went back in with the same aggressiveness, her anal ring forced open and closed twice. Eva couldn’t control her muscles as the ridges tormented them.

It was the third ridge that passed through her beaten anal ring that gave Margaret the pleasure of taking her in a place that had been reserved for the men. She’d no longer be a virgin back there. Margaret claimed it as her victory. She began the job of fucking her ass now, making her take the three ridges in and out with each thrust.

Eva could do little but take the probe that claimed her. Ruth began to fuck her pussy at the same time. It felt like the two women drove their inanimate pricks inside her more fiercely than the men would do. They drove inside to meet at some place deep in her body, the fake cocks unwilling to bend inside her. They were ripped out, only to push back in to make her open up once again. Eva was sure she’d never be the same again, her insides stretched and unable to snap tight once again.

Samuel and George were captivated at what their wives had done to Eva. They couldn’t believe that they had it in them, but they took Eva with fake cocks with such fervor. They could no longer sit around and watch. Their cocks were rock hard, and their balls ached for pleasure. They wouldn’t take Eva where their wives were, but her mouth was still available. They both quickly stripped naked.

The fake cocks drove in and out of her, no longer synchronized, but that did little to help. Her pussy and ass were never empty of the fake cocks, and nothing Eva could do would end it. She couldn’t make them cum. Eva saw movements out of the corner of her eye, and then, a shadow covered her on both sides. Two cocks, one on each side, confronted her. These were real cocks, made of flesh and blood and leaking cum from the heads. She never expected that she’d welcome such a thing, knowing that they’d go into her mouth, but at least she could make them cum.

The two men rubbed their cocks on her face as she looked up. She didn’t hesitate when they pushed their cocks against her lips. Her mouth opened wide in surrender, and the both of them fought to be the first one inside. It was a draw, both of the heads of their cocks plugged her mouth until it was stretched wide, but neither could go any deeper unless they tore her lips. Their cocks jerked unnaturally against each other, but neither one was willing to withdraw.

She tasted the leaking cum, but it was the corners of her mouth that ached from being stretched so wide. She tried licking the heads, but all that did was get more cum into her mouth. Meanwhile, the two fake cocks continued to fuck her.

George won out as Samuel pulled his cock out of her mouth. He instantly pushed in to make sure he didn’t change his mind. “Suck,” he commanded her as the head of his cock slid all the way in her mouth. Her tight lips wrapped around it, and he felt the way her tongue ran over the very tip. He couldn’t help jetting out prematurely in her mouth, but that didn’t deter her. He began to fuck her mouth.

Eva had a difficult time keeping all of what was happening to her in her mind. She didn’t have to do anything to pleasure the fake cocks inside her, but she did for her own pleasure. She loved the way the black dildo fucked her pussy. She could feel the hard bar of cock rub her with the thick veins or the ridge around the head. It rubbed her with such pleasure. The one in her ass was less pleasurable, but she did find a perverse pleasure build in her body as it drove deep in her guts. It was so long, and the bend in it made it touch places that had never been touched from the outside. Her anal muscles clenched in sync with her pussy muscles as though they were connected. Now, the real cock in her mouth required all her attention. She didn’t dare not give him the pleasure that he wanted. She sucked, licked, and she finally had to swallow his cock. She coughed and gagged, but she knew it wouldn’t do any good until she made him cum.

Ruth was the first one to cum. She fucked Eva in her pussy with the dildo, and she found just the right angle and rhythm that drove the other end of the dildo against her clit. She shoved in hard and kept it there while she came violently. George came next, and Eva received his cum in her mouth and swallowed it. Even as he pulled out, Samuel was ready to take his place. He’d stroked his cock while he watched Eva suck George, so he wouldn’t last long. Margaret was next. The probe was long and unwieldy, but she learned to control it so that she could rub the end of it against her pleasure button. It required her to shove the whole thing into Eva’s guts, but that was Eva’s problem. Margaret churned Eva’s guts as she came. But, somehow, through all of the turmoil that Eva endured, she came when Margaret did. Something set her off, not sure what it was. She was bound and sodomized with a fake cock, and someone managed to rub just the right way to get her climax. It wasn’t explosive, but at least it was something.

The women that wielded the fake cocks got their pleasure. The most difficult one was the probe in her ass. It went in so deep that her stomach cramped around it as Margaret came. Eva could do nothing as the three thick ridges stretched her in places that shouldn’t be stretched so wide. She was grateful that it was finally pulled out, so she could concentrate on giving Samuel his pleasure. It didn’t require much. He was too excited, and Eva was too good at pleasuring a man in her mouth. He filled her with his profuse cum, and she swallowed it willingly. Only then did he pull out of her mouth, and she was finally free of real and fake cocks. They were finished with her, at least for that day. They untied her and gave her back her clothes. Her pussy and ass hole ached from being fucked so long.


Epilogue

One of the six refused the offer when she turned eighteen, not bad odds considering. That was within limits of the massive expense to keep six girls for two years. They were afforded the best. It was still a good deal for the six couples to share in the pleasure of five educated and sophisticated virgins.

When Theodore began planning this, he had one concern, but he never expected it to be so profound or quick. The men in the group were older with younger wives. None of them had children. That was on purpose. The girls were sixteen when they were taken in at the orphanage. Theodore was afraid someone with children might object to the idea of keeping the girls pure so that the men could have their way with virgins when they were eighteen. He didn’t delve into the reason they had no children, but he assumed it was because the men couldn’t father a child. Their wives were young, so he didn’t expect they’d have a problem becoming pregnant.

It was one year after the last woman accepted the offer that it happened. It was that it happened so soon that was the first worry. It was Catherine. She was pregnant. It was difficult to determine who got her that way. By the time a year had passed, all of the men had their pleasure with all the women, multiple times and in multiple ways. And the wives did also although they couldn’t be the cause.

Within a month, Frances was pregnant. Now, Theodore began to worry. The original plan was for the women to stay until they turned twenty-five, seven years of pleasing the men and women. Now, it was only year one. The plan was that if any woman got pregnant, they would be paid the agreed sum as if they turned twenty-five and fulfilled the seven years. The Home wasn’t equipped to handle a baby and its mother, and the men might not be so willing to have their pleasure with a woman that had a baby waiting for her back home. After all, the couples did have high morals.

By the summer, all five women were pregnant. Theodore called a special meeting of the six couples to discuss the options.

“This was unexpected,” he told the couples. “I never figured the odds to be this high, but it is undeniably true. All five of the women are pregnant and some are beginning to show. I haven’t spoke to the women yet on what they’d like to do. They are just as surprised. They are still young and now find themselves unmarried and pregnant. Society frowns upon that, especially high society. The country is still in trouble economically, and for them to be in this condition makes them more vulnerable to economic woes in spite of our agreement with them.”

“What can we do?” Thomas was the first to speak up.

“I have spoken to my wife Mary. We have considered many things carefully. We have decided to offer to adopt Catherine’s baby and raise it as our own. It might be a little awkward at first, but we’ll say that the baby is a niece of ours and her parents had died so we adopted it. I can arrange the correct paperwork.”

The others were surprised by his offer, but they began to discuss it with each other. It took over five hours before the meeting was concluded with vigorous debate among the couples and private meetings between husbands and wives. When it was completed, all of the six couples decided to adopt one of the babies. Since there would probably be only five babies, it would be up to the women to decide who would adopt their baby, if that is what they chose.

* * *

It was a week later that Theodore had a meeting with all five of the women. “There will be no more interaction between the couples and you since you are all pregnant. You will continue to live at The House, and you’ll be provided with the finest medical treatment for you and your baby. After you have your baby, you’ll be free to go. You’ll be provided with a more generous settlement than earlier agreed upon that should provide a good living for your baby and you.” He let that settle in before he continued.

“There is an alternative. We never expected to saddle all of you with unexpected babies, although there were odds that it might happen. It was never estimated that it would happen to all of you. After careful consideration, all of the couples would like you to entertain the offer to give up your baby for adoption to one of the couples, including myself. There are more couples than expected children, and while some couples have expressed interest in certain babies, you’ll have the ultimate decision on who will adopt your child. Or you may keep your child and seek out your life in the world outside. But, remember that society doesn’t accept unwed mothers, especially high society. For those that will give up your baby for adoption, there will be a one-time cash award although the settlement for you and a baby would be higher, but you’ll not have the expense of raising a child on your own.” He hoped he didn’t make it too difficult of a decision to make financially. He wanted what was best for the women and their babies.

There was a lot of questions and debate. No one made a quick decision. It was easier to make a decision to adopt a baby than it was to give one up forever. The women were given a week to make their decisions.

* * *

It only took a couple of days before Theodore began to get decisions. The first was the hardest for him personally. Catherine decided to keep her baby and raise it by herself. He expected the others might do the same. Frances decided next, but she agreed to give her baby up to adoption to Joseph and Clara. Lucille followed with her decision for Richard and Jean to adopt her baby. Anna chose George and Ruth. Eva chose Thomas and Edith.

That left Samuel and Margaret without a baby as well as Theodore and Mary but that was destiny. It was early spring of the following year before the last baby was born. The House was closed up, sold and everyone went back to their lives except four of the couples that had new babies, all boys. It was almost as if it was destiny that the women had made sure that their babies wouldn’t be put in the same situation as they were. Catherine had the only girl. She’d make sure that it didn’t happen to her daughter by raising her properly and protecting her.


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LADY IN BONDAGE

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Alone and naive, widow of the House of Philbrook seeks her place in a world where men dominate and the Aristocracy have secrets that are never spoken of in the light of day. The death of her husband of twenty years leaves a widow at the mercy of her husband's partner, Lord Michael. A member of a notorious society, Lord Michael initiates her into a new life of bondage and submission.

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CHAPTER 1

The Wedding

Lady Charlotte thought about happier times, the sudden death of her husband leaving her depressed and fearful of her future existence and that of her twin girls Anna and Jenna. It was twenty years almost to the day, married to Lord Henry Philbrook, one of the most successful men in the county. The only man more successful was his partner, Lord Michael Granville. She had married into the aristocracy, her impoverished past swept aside by her beauty. Lord Henry Philbrook was a mild-mannered man, not especially handsome but he succeeded in spite of his submissive manner, his partner Lord Michael Granville more than made up for Henry’s faults. Together they had succeeded where each would have failed alone.

The wedding of Lady Charlotte and Lord Henry Philbrook was a grand affair, the county turned out in record numbers to see the lovely girl that married such an eligible bachelor. That night, Lord Henry Philbrook claimed his prize, the coveted virginity of his bride, her youthful body under his as he took out his pent up lust on his new wife. Lady Charlotte endured his hurried rutting, her insides bathed with his hot sex juice before she felt even a hint of arousal. And their sex life never got better, the only pleasure Lady Charlotte received in life was induced with her own fingers. But she loved her husband and vowed to honor him and their sacred covenant of marriage.

From the day of their wedding, Lord Michael looked at his partner’s wife with lust in his heart. Lord Michael considered himself quite the ladies’ man. His wealth and his dominant personality made many a maiden fawn over him, offering up their naked charms to his every perverse whim. He took his lust from them, but none ever entered his heart. Lady Charlotte was different, the first time he saw her, her beauty took his breath away. He could smell her innocence, his rigid member rising up as his mind conjured up ways to get her naked body into his bed. She was only nineteen at the time of the wedding, ten years his junior, but the voluptuous beauty inflamed his unbridled lust. At five feet six, her mane of long auburn hair hung sexily down her back, Lord Michael imagining her naked, her long tresses hiding her bare breasts, a peek of a nipple protruding unashamed from behind the silky hair. She was slim and supple, her thighs round and resilient, her buttocks tightly set and firm. But what enthralled him most to her body were the perfect pear shaped breasts that heaved beneath the tight fitting bodice of her wedding dress, pushed up and exposing a generous amount of naked cleavage to his wandering eyes. The gold cross hung between her cleavage as if beckoning all eyes to feast on her naked flesh. Her skin was alabaster, Lord Michael imagining the dark foliage between her legs highlighted against her pale skin.

Lady Charlotte smiled at Lord Michael, enduring his lustful gazes at her body. Her husband, Lord Henry had already warned her of him, making sure that she knew of the delicate line the two men straddled, Lord Michael controlling the business, Lord Henry careful not to cross his partner and risk his financial success.

Lord Michael smiled lustily at the beautiful bride, wishing he lived in the days when the Lords had the right to bed the newly married brides before their honeymoon, indoctrinating them into the more perverse forms of sexual gratification as the Lords took their precious virginities. They would be sent home to their husbands, their mouths, their cunts and their anuses all thoroughly penetrated by the Lord’s rock hard erection, taught to service their Master’s prick until he spurted his seed into their orifices. He watched Lady Charlotte’s full lips curl back as she faked the smile for his benefit, his member thickening at the thought of forcing those lovely lips around his member. “My partner has married the most beautiful woman in the land.”

“Thank you Lord Michael. You make me blush with embarrassment.” He was looking at her strangely, his eyes dancing up and down her body as if he could see her naked body beneath the dress.

“May I have this dance?” His arms were already reaching out for her body, the scent of sweet flowers emanating from her body. He didn’t wait for an answer, his hand sliding easily around her slim waist, pulling her body next to him.

He took her before she could even accept, Lady Charlotte accepting his domination with dread and fear. His hand drew her body up against him as he glided with her to the music, amazingly adept at dancing. She felt her body being maneuvered to the other side of the dance floor, into the darkness. His hand slid lower down over her hips, Lady Charlotte’s slim hand sliding over his, but failing to deter it as it slid back to cup her buttocks unashamedly. “Please Lord Michael,” she begged. “I’m a married woman,” she pleaded without success.

Hearing his name coming from her sweet lips only inflamed his lust for her, his hands gripping her firm buttocks, driving her loins against his throbbing member. As he swept her into the darkness of the far side of the dance floor, his hips began to move, his thick shaft rubbing sensuously against her silky mound. He nuzzled her neck, his lips tasting the sweet fragrance of her perfume as he planted tender wet kisses on her neck. He felt her struggle, interpreting her movements as her lust for him, not her fear, never believing that any girl would fail to succumb to his sexual power. He was ready to rip the clothes from her body, feeling her body surrender to his lust. He didn’t care about his partner, he only coveted his wife.

It shocked her the way he was taking advantage of her, Lord Michael’s hands grasping her buttocks lustily, feeling his thick member pushing against her virginal mound, his panting in her ear as he licked her neck beyond what a married woman should endure from a man that was not her husband. She pulled back from his grip, turning sideways, slapping his face with the flat of her hand. She saw the shocked look on his face before she turned and ran from him, never looking back.

Lord Henry saw his wife approaching, her breathing ragged as if she had been running. “Are you all right my precious wife?”

She tried to calm down, not wanting to damage the fragile relationship he had with his partner. “It is just you my husband. You take my breath away each time I see you.” She smiled shyly and whispered into his ear. “I quiver at the thought of you taking my innocence tonight. I can’t even imagine your proud member entering my maidenhood, making me forever yours.” She reached down and coyly touched his shaft, running her hand along it before she moved her hand away in feigned shock from its large size.

Lord Henry thought he would spend when she touched him, igniting a lust that only her naked body could extinguish. He wished all the guests would leave so he could take his wife to their bed chambers and he could sate his lust upon her. Their moment was broken by the voice of his partner, Lord Michael.

“Your wife is an excellent dancer,” staring at Lady Charlotte as if nothing had happened. He could see her flushed look on her face. Had she been aroused by his advances? Did she slap him only to protect her virtue? He vowed that from this day forward, he would do everything to make this lovely girl his. It was a sin to covet thy neighbor’s wife, but his lust overpowered all common sense. While he might partake of the pleasures of other women to satisfy his lust, he would always be thinking of Lady Charlotte.

“Thank you Lord Michael,” smiling demurely. “Please husband, I am thirsty from all the dancing. Take me to get something to wet my lips.” She had to get away from Lord Michael, gazing down to see his member pushing out the front of his trousers, blushing as she did.

“Excuse me, my wife needs my attention.” Lord Henry whisked his wife away, glad that he was alone with her.


CHAPTER 2


Lady Charlotte remembered the one time that she dishonored her husband. It occurred a year after they were married, Lady Charlotte settling into the life that he made for her. Lord Henry was not very attentive in bed, taking his lust from Lady Charlotte hastily in spite of all that she tried to do. He never tried to pleasure her, instead he shoved his manhood into her as soon as she spread her lithe legs for him.

He barely entered her before he came inside her, her tight quim grasping his stiff prick as he thrashed himself deep into her hot hole, pulling out once and then shoving deep into her womb.

Lord Henry could never contain his lust with his wife. It seemed that as soon as he entered her, her tight quim would milk the cum from him. His balls contracted and he was ready to dump his semen inside her body. His sphincter tightened as he shot out the cum from his aching cock, bathing her womb with his hot seed.

He rolled off of her leaving her unfulfilled, Lady Charlotte never questioning her husband. He would quickly fall asleep while Lady Charlotte lay in bed, her body aroused but unsatisfied.

Lord Henry decided that he would commission a painting of his lovely wife to adorn the entranceway of their grand mansion for all to admire. He interviewed many artists, some coming from over fifty miles away. He finally settled on a young Parisian artist named Henri that came highly recommended by some of the other wives, settling on the price and the pose. She would be reclining on a chaise lounge, dressed in regal gown adorned with her jewels. Lord Michael would be traveling with Lord Henry for a week on business, the artist to have it completed by his return.

The servants let Henri into the house, helping him with his artist stand and box of paints. He was led into the sun room, a large room with a wide expanse of windows that shown out to the hidden garden in back of the house, a private sanctuary that Lady Charlotte often went to so she could escape from her reality. She was never disturbed when in this room, the servants, even Lord Henry knew that they would suffer her wrath if they bothered her.

Henri saw her enter, his eyes taking in her beauty. “Good morning Mademoiselle.” While so beautiful, he could see anguish in her eyes. She might look happy, but he could tell her life was unfulfilling. She had a shapely body, her dress clinging to every delightful curve. He would enjoy painting this one, not like some of the older women that had already passed the prime of their life. This woman was just entering womanhood, a glow about her that even her despair couldn’t tarnish.

“Henri,” she nodded. She walked over to the chaise lounge, reclining on it while she waited for Henri to pose her. He set up his easel and took out his paints and brushes. She held her breath as Henri came close to her. The first touch of his hand on her skin shocked her. It had been a long time since a man had touched her besides her husband. And this was different, his hands never leaving her skin as he maneuvered her body. He touched her everywhere, not ashamed as he touched her breasts, fixing the top of her dress so that her naked bosom was exposed. She felt his hands on her legs, running down over her hips, sliding to grasp her buttock as he turned her sideways. By the time he was finished, she could feel the moisture seeping between her smooth, silky thighs.

Henri talked to her while he painted, his brushstrokes capturing all of her beauty, her face beginning to lighten up as she became comfortable with him. He spoke of her body as he painted, commenting on how full her breasts were, her supple legs, the flushed look on her face as he painted the excitement his voice brought out in her body. A girl that was aroused always made a better subject to paint, his brush able to capture the look of sexuality that was etched in her face. The girls he painted were always surprised by his sexual candor, but they gradually relaxed, for the first time someone saw things in them that even their husbands no longer saw.

By the second day, Henri was almost finished with the painting. He unveiled it to Lady Charlotte, the priceless look on her face almost payment enough for him.

Lady Charlotte looked at the portrait, the expression on her face almost scaring her. She looked so aroused, her body posed to accent every curve in her body, Lady Charlotte looking like she just succumbed to the biggest orgasm in her life. “It’s magnificent. I can’t tell you how pleased my husband will be with it.”

“I am glad you like it Mademoiselle. You are such a sexual creature.” He paused for a moment, gauging how far he could push this lovely girl. “I still have three days left. Would you like a portrait just for you?”

“For Me?” She was confused. She loved the picture in spite of it being for her husband.

“Yes. I see things in you Mademoiselle. I would like to paint another portrait that would be more revealing of your real self.”

“What do you mean?” She began to catch on to what Henri was saying. She had heard some of the other wives talking about boudoir portraits, some of them even saying that they would not even show them to their husbands.

“I would like to capture you in the nude. I noticed that this room is very private. No one has disturbed us for two days. I would like to catch your essence in the nude. Your nipples while they are hard. The pouting lips of your cunt between your supple thighs, the triangle of auburn silky tufts that hide the pink lips of your pussy. Even the dark fissure between the sumptuous and provocative bottom of yours.” Henri spoke boldly of her body, seeing her eyes searching.

No one had ever spoken to her in such a manner before, not even Lord Henry. She was taken back by his boldness, but she also felt the tremors rushing through her loins as she imagined him taking in all of the intimate details of her naked body and transferring them for posterity to the canvas. She would have it to treasure for her latter years when her body was no longer youthful and full. And the thought of openly exposing her body to a stranger thrilled her, sure that it would be in many of her masturbatory fantasies in the future.

Without thinking she answered him. “Yes, but tomorrow. I need time to gather up the courage for such a bold adventure.” She left him to put away his paints, going to her bedroom. She took off her clothes, lying naked on the bed. Her fingers played with the silky tendrils of her bush before slowly sliding down between the dark outer lips of her pussy to find the wet opening to her womanhood. Her fingers entered her, two of them twisting and turning as her other hand found the hard clitoris that pulsated as blood rushed through the swollen bud. It took only minutes before the floodgates burst and she bit her lips as she tried to smother her cries of ecstasy, her orgasm soaking her hands with her juices. That night she slept soundly in her lonesome bed, dreaming of tomorrow with Henri.

She was trembling when Henri entered the brightly lit room, Lady Charlotte clad in only a silky bathrobe that clung to the naked body beneath it. She sat on the couch, nervously waiting until Henri set up his easel and paints.

“Do not be ashamed Mademoiselle. You have a lovely body that men would die to possess. Stand up,” his voice demanding her obedience.

She stood up in front of the young French painter, his eyes devouring her body beneath the thin garment. She kept her hands at her sides, clenched in a fist as she felt Henri undoing the belt at her waist. She felt the cool air of the room blowing across her naked stomach, the silky robe sliding down her arms to fall at her feet. She stood naked before him, her magnificent pear shaped breasts stood out proudly, and deep brown areolas surrounded the coral buds of her nipples that vibrated with every breath she took.

“Very lovely titties Lady Charlotte,” Henri now calling her by her first name, now that he was gazing at her body so intimately. He looked lower, her stomach drawn in taut as she stretched her naked body for him. His gaze quickly fell to the abundant patch of silky hair that shielded her pink quim from his eyes. “Turn around so I might see you better.” He was surprised that she acquiesced so quickly, her sleek back tapering down to her waist, the gentle swell of her buttocks, the full bottom cheeks, the deep groove tightly clenched as she tried to hide her most intimate secrets from his eyes. “Such a delicious posterior Lady Charlotte. It was made for spanking. The French enjoy the fine line between pain and pleasure.”

Spanking, she never considered such a thing before. To be tossed over the lap of a man, her backside slapped as if she were a naughty girl that was being chastised by her Father. She couldn’t say anything, modesty making her thighs clench tightly together. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. She was ready to change her mind and run from the room when she felt Henri touch her skin again, the tremors running through her body as he pushed her gently to the chaise lounge, turning her on her side to face him.

“Lean back. And relax. You are too tense for me to paint.” He pushed her head onto the back of the chaise lounge. “Take a deep breath and close your eyes.” He watched her breasts rising and falling rapidly as her lungs filled with air. Her eyes were shut and her body relaxed. His hand slid down her shoulder, down her arm, his arm grazing over one pert nipple, Lady Charlotte’s eyes opened unexpectedly from the intimate touch. “Eyes closed,” he ordered her, looking down to see her one tip swell in size from just the lightest of touch. His hand smoothed slowly and sensuously down one leg, running his fingers over her rounded thighs, pushing with his fingers, and forcing her tightly clenched legs to part.

His hands were so close to the soft lips of her sweet young pussy, Lady Charlotte unable to control the juices that slowly slid down her silky thighs. She had never felt such a light touch on her body that created such lust in her loins. She didn’t even protest when she felt Henri slowly push her thighs apart, feeling the cool air of the room rush between the petals of her furry slit.

“Such a lovely cunt,” he praised her, his fingers still resting on her inner thighs, Lady Charlotte holding her breath as she waited for Henri to move his hand. “I can see that it is glistening already Lady Charlotte. You seem to be a very amorous girl.” He stepped back from her naked body. “Open your eyes now. I am ready to paint you.”

His deep brown eyes stared intimately at her naked body, running from the top of her head down to her toes, his eyes finally resting on her parted thighs to gaze at her most intimate fissure. He moved to the canvas, never taking his eyes off of her as his hands picked up a paint brush and began to dab at the blank canvas.

Only the heavy breathing of Lady Charlotte filled the room as he painted her for an hour, no words spoken. He finally stopped, filled a small glass with wine from the bottle on the table. He moved towards her, offering her the glass.

“Are you thirsty?” He offered her the glass, watching as her full lips curled around the delicate rim of the glass, the dark red wine slowly sliding over her lips. She drank it all down, her lips glistening from the wine. “Leave your lips wet. They look as though you had just sucked an erect prick and swallowed his spunk.” He sat closer to her, his hands moving down to her thighs. “Spread your legs wider. Show the canvas all of your intimate charms.” His hands pushed on her thighs, finding her willingly to part them wider, her pouty lips pulled back to disclose the pink inner pussy. “Hold still,” he warned her. One finger brushed across her labia, moving back and forth until he felt her moisture returning. Her hips began to move, Henri looking at her face, her head thrown back in bliss.

He was touching her and he wasn’t her husband, Lady Charlotte feeling shame, remorse and excitement, all at the same time. His fingers moved her lips apart and inserted two fingers until he found her clit. She gasped loudly, putting her hand over her mouth as his fingers found her hard, throbbing clitoris. Lord Henry had never bothered to discover her pleasure button, Henri knowing instinctively what to do, his fingertips beginning to massage it.

Henri felt the button harden and thicken beneath his fingers. Lady Charlotte began to squeal in her covered mouth as he caught the morsel with two fingers, drawing his fingers from the base to the tip as if he was masturbating his own cock.

Lady Charlotte gasped in pleasure, barely able to breathe as Henri took such liberties with her body. His fingers searched between her lips until he found her dark hole nestled beneath them. Her buttocks rose up from the lounge as a finger wormed inside her.

Henri felt her tight, humid insides as his fingers slid inside her. She suddenly clamped her thighs together, trapping his finger inside her, Henri not sure if she was protesting his probing finger or trying to prolong the pleasure it brought to her. He felt her soft thighs around his hand. His finger moved inside her, pushing against the tight, wet walls of her womanhood until she surrendered, her legs opened. He pulled his finger from her, sticking it in his mouth to enjoy her fragrance. He stood up, Lady Charlotte opening her eyes in surprise.

Why did he stop? She surrendered to the finger that lavished such attention inside her tight hole. He was standing up, going back to his canvas.

“Now you are aroused, the look etched in your face, your loins parted and dripping with desire. Even your nipples poke out into points in spite of not even being touched. This is the woman I want to capture.” His hands raced to paint the look on her face and body.

She was aroused, but so unfulfilled. Wanting so much to have Henri impale her with his expert fingers but he was too engrossed in painting her naked body. She waited as patiently as she could, straining to keep her thighs apart, her fingers from returning to the secret place that Henri’s fingers had visited. She didn’t want to ruin the pose that Henri worked so hard to create, Lady Charlotte hoping that he would paint quickly and need to put her through her paces before he could finish portrait.

Twice more that day Henri returned to her secret place, his fingers peeling back her lips to plunge into her waiting cavern, finding her hot and tight, and two fingers plunging into the depths of her womanhood as she kept her legs spread wide for his fondling. The last time his fingers found her nipples, his hands covering her proud mounds and squeezing them tightly as Lady Charlotte gasped in pleasure. No one had ever treated her sensitive breasts that way before, Lord Henry’s fingers lightly playing across them for only seconds before he took her with his stout weapon. Henri’s fingers drew up her nipples, pushing the blood to the pointed ends until Lady Charlotte thought they would burst with pleasure. Each time he left her breathless, Lady Charlotte panting in desire, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, her thighs slick with her juices. The day grew long, the sun ready to set, the light in the room dimming.

Henri stopped and put his paint brush down. He showed the painting to Lady Charlotte.

She couldn’t believe it. She was sure that if anyone would ever see it they would know that the painter had aroused her body to a fever pitch. She looked so wanton, her hair damp with perspiration, her nipples sticking out like points of a spear. And her parted legs revealed the pink inner lips and the dark forbidden hole nestled deep in between them, all of her sex glistening with her juices.

Henri returned to the couch. “I am finished for the day. Tomorrow we will begin with another pose. I want to capture you from behind. But first I do not want to leave you in such a delicate condition.” He watched as her legs parted wider, surrendering to the orgasm that she desperately wanted. Henri bent his head, capturing one of her breasts in his mouth. She wasn’t expecting it, his mouth kissed them, sucked them as she squirmed her chest beneath him. She sucked in her stomach as his lips left a trail of warm spit, his mouth moving lower to move past her sex and kiss her parted thighs. Her hips and legs moved under his lips as his fingers sought out the slick folds of her labia. He pulled her lips apart, his mouth moving tantalizing along her puffy lips.

She felt his hands under her buttocks, pulling her dripping sex closer to his mouth. She tightened her cheeks as she waited for the touch of his tongue on her quim, his head pushing her thighs wider apart. His tongue parted her slit, finding her sensitive inner sex, sliding so luxuriously up and down her gash.

Henri tasted the salty juices that lavished from her cunt, his tongue finding her clit grow bigger from the wet touch of his tongue more than with his finger. He caught the hardened bud with his lips and sucked it deep into his mouth, his hands clenching tightly on her buttocks, pulling them apart to expose her fissure to the cool air of the room.

She gasped loudly, not caring any longer, her thighs trapping his face between her legs. She had never felt such pleasure before, her body bouncing up and down as his tongue squirmed deep into her tight hole, going where only a cock had gone before. It felt strange, his wet tongue wagging back and forth inside her clenching hole, her hips squirming back and forth under the oral assault. She could no longer control her movements, her body erratic as his tongue and lips moved over her quim, lapping up her generous juices. He ignited a strange lust in her as his lips sucked her pleasure button, his fingers entering her dark wet hole as her body crashed from the ecstasy that drove from her unleashed body. She felt the heat rush into her body, her clit pressed tightly between Henri’s lips as her orgasm soared. She groaned in pleasure, her naked body jerked and bucked beneath Henri’s probing tongue and fingers as she enjoyed the pleasure that only a man could ignite in her body. She felt so helpless as the pleasure raced through her body, her nude body played by an expert. She finally collapsed in exhaustion, Henri sitting by her, his fingers stroking her nipples as she whimpered.

The next day Lady Charlotte was eager, taking off her robe, her naked body ready for the pleasure that Henri could bring her. She felt as if she was cheating on her husband, but the guilt did little to lessen her arousal. But not even Lady Charlotte could have fathomed what Henri would force her to do. He brought over the large upholstered chair, making Lady Charlotte kneel her naked body on it, her bare bottom cheeks pressed out.

Henri’s hands pressed between her naked thighs, pushing on them until Lady Charlotte parted them willingly. Lady Charlotte’s cheeks began to part, the tight crack opening up to expose the tender cleft of her virgin ass. Nestled just below, her dainty pink lipped orifice framed by her dense auburn bush lay exposed. “Push those delicious cheeks out farther.” Henri’s hands pushed beneath her abdomen until her buttocks were raised up submissively.

She felt the cool air blowing on her exposed anus, the twitching hole clenching in an uncontrollable passion. She looked in the mirror that Henri had set up so she could see the pose she was placed in, turning red in shame at the reflection. She saw the cheeks of her bottom split by the widening shadowy groove, clenching her cheeks together as she sought to hide her most intimate opening from Henri’s probing eyes. She felt a sharp slap on her ass, the sound ringing off the walls of the room, the burning in her cheek racing to her brain.

“Don’t tighten your cheeks.” Henri struck her buttock with the palm of his hand, his pain almost as much as hers. She surrendered, but not before he heard her whimper. The dark fissure spread open, her tiny wrinkled hole opened to the bright light of the room. “With your knees suitably parted, your most intimate regions are open and exposed.”

She jumped from the touch, Henri taking one of his paint brushes and running it over her up-thrust naked buttocks. She watched in the mirror as it neared the spread cleft of her cheeks, her hips doing a dance as it slid up and down her crack, teasing the tender groove of her wiggling bare bottom. She shivered in lust as it ran over the tender hole, making it clench in a series of spasms that Lady Charlotte fought.

Henri slipped his forefinger between her labia searching out her clitoris. Her buttocks arched up when his two fingers pinched her pleasure button, moaning as she shook her hips from side to side. He felt her moisture cover his finger as it slid up and down the humid slit.

“You are ready. Look back this way so I may capture the look on your face.” He took to painting again, leaving Lady Charlotte wild with desire and humiliated as she bent over showing her bottom to him. She panted with desire, waiting for him to take a break, his fingers and maybe his mouth to bring her arousal to peak again.

Three times he fondled her body openly while she watched in the mirror. The last time, her body trembling, covered in a coat of sweat, her hair matted, her nipples protruding, her thighs drenched in her juices as he allowed her the orgasm that she prayed for all day. But first he played with the delicious little hole that lay nestled between her spread cheeks. His fingers caressed her tensed buttocks. His finger moved into the fissure, seeking out the treasure, he pressed against the wrinkled opening until he heard Lady Charlotte gasp, his finger swallowed into the hot depths of her nether region. He urged his finger into the snug hole, hearing Lady Charlotte gasp indignantly. His hand held her waist tightly as his finger relished the quivering walls of her rectal canal. He waited for a moment, letting her get used to having a finger in her most intimate hole before he began to saw it in and out as if it were his penis. A second finger joined the first, Henri watching as her anus stretched to adapt to his fingers, closing tightly around them to secure them in her velvety insides.

She felt skewered on his finger, the burning of her anal ring as it stretched to accommodate the fingers that lay buried deep in her rectum. At last his other hand slid between her thighs to find her wet cavern, three fingers swallowed into the depths of her womanhood, Lady Charlotte bowing her legs out farther to accommodate all of the fingers that pierced her very soul. She bucked up and down as Henri’s fingers drove in and out of her holes, Lady Charlotte no longer able to distinguish which fingers were where, the whole region between her legs pierced by his probing fingers. She rocked back and forth on his fingers for long minutes as Henri dragged the orgasm from her ravaged body, Lady Charlotte surrendering her modesty as her buttocks rose up high in the air, her hips wiggling her delicious bottom back and forth as she came. She couldn’t believe it, but her clenching bottom clutched the fingers that lay deep within her rectum, her muscles uncontrollably grabbing the thick fingers. Her womanhood gripped his fingers that plunged in and out, his thumb rubbing her clit until she came in a series of spasms. Her lovely body was bathed in a coat a sweat, shivering as the orgasm raced to her brain. Henri’s fingers lay inside her, held still as she came down from the orgasm, her nude body slumped down on the chair. She groaned as Henri pulled his fingers from both of her holes, a gentle burning in her backside as her virgin bunghole tried to close.

Henri was gone by morning, leaving behind the paintings. One for her husband, the others, secured in a secret hiding place in the attic. For the first couple of years Lady Charlotte took them out often, blushing each time as she saw the lust in her nude body that his paintings had captured. But as her children grew older, it became more difficult to take them out, finally surrendering to the dust that covered them for years. It was the only time that Lady Charlotte was not true to her husband, but it always brought back fond memories to her as she lay in bed, masturbating to the visions of Henri’s fingers in all of her orifices.

CHAPTER 3

There were no finer women in the county than Lady Charlotte’s twin daughters. Men would have sought out the girls if it hadn’t been for Lord Henry. He was very overprotective of his girls, no man ever having the privilege of even a kiss. The closest the men would come would be a dance, but with the eyes of Lord Henry following them closely they dare not let their hands stray. Jenna and Anna were twins, but their personalities couldn’t have been more different. Anna the prim and proper, Jenna the spirited one. The girls were identical twins but if you looked carefully into their eyes you could see the defiant look of Jenna.

Their eighteenth birthday was fast approaching, Lord Henry having a hard time keeping them from the men that sought out the twin beauties. The girls took after their mother, long auburn hair that hung down to the gentle swell of their buttocks, green eyes that could captivate the wildest of beasts. Their alabaster skin was smooth and silky, a smile on their faces hiding their mischievous ways. And their bodies, those of a woman, not a girl, with firm, full breasts that they proudly proclaimed with their dresses, breasts pushed up, a wide expanse of generous cleavage revealed to the wandering eyes of the men that ravished them from afar. They had round thighs built for pleasure, capped by tight, firm buttocks that pushed out the back of their dresses, drawing men’s eyes down to their supple legs.

Both girls were still technically pure, but Jenna had lost her maidenhood to a thick, ivory dildo over a year ago. Her masturbation had started when she was only thirteen, finding out by accident what pleasures her own fingers could bring. She had befriended one of the chamber maids last year, a young girl two years her senior. The chamber maid, more experienced in the sexual pleasures of a woman, regaled to Jenna the pleasures that men brought to her. She also told her of the strange sexual rites that the Asian women performed.

“I have a friend, a First Mate on a ship that sails back and forth to Asia. He has enjoyed the pleasures of the Asian women, including the Japanese. It seems that they enjoy tying up their maidens with rope and taking advantage of their bound bodies to perform unspeakable acts on them. And the maidens enjoy it. They call it bondage and if it involves a little pain, they called it BDSM.” The chamber maid spoke with such authority, having allowed the First Mate to tie her up one night. She couldn’t believe the pleasure she received, her orgasms racing through her bound body.

Jenna couldn’t believe such a thing, to be rendered helpless and a man taking liberties with your naked body while you are bound. “Are you sure they enjoy it?”

“He tells me yes, they love it. The bondage takes away their freedom to resist. And they have no choice but to allow the men to take them, their only choice is to enjoy the pleasure of the acts.” She let it sink in. “He also can acquire certain things that women enjoy in their bedrooms late at night when their husbands don’t satisfy them.” She pulled the object out of her pocket, Jenna’s eyes opened wide when she saw it.

