Saturday, July 31, 2004

Beach Photo Porn Sexe Sex story

Author: Dr. Gamble
Title: How I Spent My Summer Vacation
Summary: The lab is torched by a young woman who
is sent to the island but who isn't reformed by it.
She experiences many of the doctor's depraved sexual
experiments before being sold off and eventually
meets the woman from the first story in the series.
Keywords: MF nc rape Mdom bd violent tort oral enem lac 1st
slow snuff

This story is of an adults only nature, please do not continue
reading if you are not of age to do so. This story is a part of
a collection of related fantasies which deal with rape and
violent of a non-consenting nature. The content of these
stories is entirely based on fantasy and not to be confused with
reality or construed as an endorsement of the activities
depicted. While some of these stories contain characters who are
subjected to various situations including slavery, abuse, and an
assortment of other unspeakable acts against nature, remember
that both the victims and perpetrators are characters and not
real people.

HOW I SPENT MY SUMMER VACATION

The summer was over and as I stood in the back of the boat,
watching the shimmering flames break through the roof of that
dreadful building, I reveled in the overwhelming realization that
my work was finally completed. I had secured my revenge and had
even found a few of the lab reports and photos which had been
placed in my file while I had served my time there. Souvenirs.
I don't know why I kept them. I guess it was to prove that the
deranged things that had happened at that place really had
happened. My companions were sickened when I told them of my
experiences, all the while haltingly searching for words to
describe those things which were almost undescribable, and they
were even more appalled once they had actually seen it for
themselves. How could it have happened? How could such places
ever come to exist? But even now as the place was being
eradicated from the face of the earth, I stood there, numbed with
horror, looking at the photographs which brought back that most
horrifying, unbelievable, nightmarish experience through which I
have ever lived as if it were somehow happening all over again.

That summer had dragged by with painful lethargy. My father, the
bank president, decided that I just had to earn some of the money
it was costing him to send me to college. So he decided I would
need to find a summer job and consequently he created one for me
at one of his branches close to home.

I became a teller. It wasn't a demanding job but it proved to be
tedious whenever some of our more eccentric but "treasured"
customers decided to pay us a visit. Otherwise it was just
routine: dealing with customers, counting money, balancing out at
the end of the day, eight-thirty to five, mundane, boring.

All this routine changed the Friday that we had the holdup.
Three men dressed in black with ski masks on their faces burst
into the bank just a few minutes before closing. The bank's
single day time security guard had called in sick that day and
there were only two customers in the lobby. We were all told to
move against the back wall behind our stations and lay face down
on the floor. Without offering any resistance whatsoever we all
did as we were told and the men didn't bother any of us. The
thieves then efficiently ran through the cash drawers and seemed
to know where to find everything else they were after.

As luck would have it, the night watchman, an older man who I
always thought was a little wacky, picked this one day to come to
work a half hour early. Apparently seeing the robbers in action
he pulled his gun as he came through the back door, but to their
credit, they didn't shoot him. Instead they decided that they
might need a hostage in order to make a clean escape out of the
area. That's when I became their captive.

They had really just grabbed the closest person to the front
door, which just happened to be me, and using me as a shield,
they maneuvered around the guard and worked their way out the
door to a waiting van. I was blindfolded as soon as they put me
in the van but not before I noticed that there was a fourth gang
member who was working as the driver and who was also masked.

Everything apparently was going to plan and they were about to
release me on a street corner when there was some sort of traffic
difficulty. The van swerved sharply to miss hitting some car and
in the process I tumbled across the floor, loosening my
blindfold. I got a good look at all of them and quickly
recognized one as our own bank security guard who, along with the
others, had already removed his mask.

Since I could now identify them, my situation changed
dramatically. An argument quickly ensued about what to do with
me and while I won't go into all the options, which included
outright murder, it was decided that I should be dropped at
somewhere called "Ed's". Well, my blindfold was restored and we
drove for about another fifteen to twenty minutes on freeways and
in city traffic before we finally stopped. Not being able to
see, I couldn't really tell where we were going but could sense
that we had left the van and walked across a length of pavement
to a door where I was led down a series of hallways and stairways
to a small room. There I was hit over the head and knocked out.

When I reawakened my blindfold had been removed and I found
myself in what appeared to be a very seedy, run down hotel room.
I don't really know how long I had been out but my head still
really hurt a lot where I had been clubbed. The room had no
windows and the door was locked from the outside but from time to
time I could hear voices, male and female, either in the hallway
beyond the door or in adjacent rooms. It must have been several
hours before I had a visitor.

The door opened quite suddenly and I looked up to see two men
standing there, scrutinizing me. The man holding the key
appeared to be sixty or seventy years old, balding, and had a
limp. The other looked more middle aged, rather rugged in
appearance with a large black mustache and possessing a truly
frightening stare. I came to know him quite well as the one
called "the boss".

It seemed that shortly after dropping me off the robbers became
involved in a car chase with the police which ultimately ended in
a fiery collision with a fuel truck. The van wasn't just burned,
it had been melted, and all the robbers were incinerated with it.
Since I was believed to still be in that van, everyone thought I
too was now dead.

This second man started speaking just as he began his inspection
of me. "You can just forget about that little defiant pouty
look. It ain't going to do you any good where you're going." He
added that just his being there was proof of my hopelessly dismal
situation and then he got right to the point. I was now his
property. He owned me. And the sooner I understood this fact
the better. The first thing and the only thing I had to remember
from now on was that as long as I belonged to him, I was never to
talk, again. If he caught any of "his girls" talking, the
consequences would be severe.

After he finished this short orientation his inspection of me
quickly became more personal. Now while I wasn't exactly all
that pure, I had never been handled like that by anyone, much
less a man I had never met before. It terrified me. Standing in
front of him, I bit my lip to keep from screaming as he lifted my
skirt and jammed his hand into my panties. Grabbing my pubis
mound he roughly split it open with his finger while he continued
to probe my femininity. Eventually concluding a rather complete
examination, he slowly drew his hand back out again.

"Yep. Yer a girl all right," he concluded, almost chuckling to
himself. "Never can be too sure now days." His breath smelled
like he had been drinking, the prospect of which frightened me
even more.

He then pulled open my blouse, popping one of the buttons, and
began massaging my breasts through my bra. "Not too bad for a
girl yer size. They're real enough. You'll make my buddy real
happy with those." Frozen with fear I tolerated his assault.
Somehow I couldn't even imagine this maniac having a "buddy" and
I really had no desire to meet him much less make him "happy".

Finally he seemed satisfied that I was "real enough" and leaving
me standing alone in the room, he left. He told me to wait for
him and that he would be right back. Wishing to myself that I
might have somewhere else to go and afraid even to sit down, I
stood there for about a half hour until eventually he did return.
This time he was carrying a small black bag from which he pulled
out a needle and a small bottle of some sort of medication. The
needle was at least packed in a sterile envelope but I couldn't
tell what the stuff was that he was putting into it.

"Turn around," he ordered as he grabbed my shoulder and pushed me
against the wall. Again I could feel him lifting my skirt and
tugging on my panty briefs, this time pulling them down far
enough to expose my rear cheeks to him. Quickly the sting of the
needle penetrating into the fold of my butt followed, and I was
soon unconscious.

I remember feeling very rested and at ease as I slowly reawakened
and wasn't at all disturbed to find myself lying on a small cot
in a totally unfamiliar room. My mind still half asleep, I spent
several minutes contemplating the strangeness of my surroundings
before it eventually dawned on me that I was stark naked. This
fact woke me up.

Actually I was wearing one thing, a white plastic collar had been
fastened around my neck. It was kind of tight and pretty
uncomfortable. There was no way I could loosen it and no way
that I could figure how to get the thing off. I had also been
bathed, or rather cleaned, like everywhere, and my fingernails
and toenails had been cut very short.

Sitting up I began to survey my small cell. The cot lacked
sheets, blankets or a pillow and felt like a slab of foam rubber.
The mattress was covered with a plain cotton bag and that not
only comprised the bed dressing I was allowed but was the extent
of the room decor as well. The room itself was about four feet
wide and eight or nine feet long, containing the bare cot I was
sitting on, a toilet and a small sink. It all looked newly
built. The walls were made of concrete block, painted white, and
the room was lit with a single fluorescent fixture on the ceiling
for which there was no light switch. There was also a small
black box in the corner of the ceiling which appeared to be a
security camera. The only break in the walls was the very solid
looking door opposite the bed I was sitting on.

I began to appraise my situation. First, the fact that I was
still alive meant that they weren't just going to kill me. They
were probably just going to fuck me and I figured I could deal
with that if I had to, providing they didn't hurt me. Judging
from my surroundings, someone had put some thought into my
confinement and this, I surmised, had to mean that I must be
worth something to them alive and in good health. I had of
course heard stories of things that happened to young women who
were held captive and the various sexual s they were
forced to endure, especially when they tried to resist their
captors. Pondering all these things it didn't take me long to
resolve that since it would be in my best interests to cooperate
with them, whatever they made me do, that I would do whatever I
had to do in order to survive the place.

I sat there for what must have been several hours, hungry and
intensely thirsty, but feeling strangely too incapable to do
anything about it. It was very quiet and as time went by I began
to uncontrollably shiver, not from the cold, because it wasn't
particularly cold, but from the growing apprehension of what was
likely to occur to me in that place. This deepening stress
caused me to scream in surprise when I finally heard the door
unlocking.

Crossing my legs and covering my breasts as best I could with my
arms, I waited for it to open. I didn't have to wait long.
Appearing in the doorway, this time wearing a blue jumpsuit, was
my captor, the boss, the same man that had earlier given me the
injection. He stood there and laughed at my attempt at modesty
and either didn't hear my scream or just didn't care as long as I
wasn't talking.

He was carrying an exercise machine which he set next to the bed
telling me that the way I looked I probably wouldn't have to
worry about it for a while, then he congratulated me on passing
my physical with flying colors. Apparently while I was still
unconscious I had been given a complete pelvic and physical
examination. Then he informed me that they were looking for a
buyer for me but he had to be just the right one. I was simply
too hot a property to be sold to just anybody. Between the bank
robbery, being the bank president's daughter, and the fiery
crash, I had become something of a celebrity in the media.

Taking me by the arm, he lifted me off the cot and led me into
the hallway. There he told me that I would be expected to begin
work the next day in order to pay for my room and board while I
was in his place. However, in the meantime, I would be
entertaining one of his regular clients who happened to be
visiting the slave quarters and wanted to sample some of the new
"stock". Then, if I was very good, he would let me have some
dinner.

There were several doors, apparently each to a cell like the one
I had just been in, and he led me past them to the end of the
hall where I was led into a somewhat larger chamber. In place of
the plain painted walls, this cell had been decorated with a
double bed with red satin sheets and pillows, light fixtures, a
fully equipped bar, a VCR and television, and mirrors. There
were mirrors on all the walls and even the ceiling. It was
shocking seeing myself nude with this ugly, horrible male and he
began to laugh from my reaction. Sitting me on the bed he said,
"You behave yerself," and then turned and left after dimming the
lights down to a low level.

Sitting on that bed, staring at my naked image in the mirrored
walls, the extent of my pathetic circumstances finally began to
sink in. I had always been very careful about how I looked and I
knew that guys found me attractive but now it seemed as if my
sexuality was somehow a burden. Why couldn't I have been born
more plain? These monsters probably would have left me alone
then. I began to think about those unpopular girls in high
school, the ones we would make fun of because the boys didn't pay
any attention to them. Only now I realized just how lucky they
really were. In the mirror I could see that the collar I was
wearing had a number on it: GJC-E-12. I had actually been
reduced to a number, a piece of inventory. Feeling like I was
just about to burst into tears, my little session of self pity
was suddenly interrupted by the door opening and a large middle
age man entering the room.

Instinctively I covered myself, pressing my legs tightly together
and covering my breasts with my hands. The man was well dressed
and dark in complexion and mood. He appeared to be about fifty
or so and probably weighed around two hundred pounds. Looking at
me he grunted what I supposed was his approval. Taking the video
tape he had in his hand, he slid it into the VCR and then as the
tape began to play he turned to the bar and poured himself a
glass of some kind of whisky. This he swallowed in one gulp and
then poured himself another, adding a little ice. Then sitting
next to me on the bed, he began to watch the television.

The video tape was some poorly made German movie about this young
woman who had apparently been captured and was being put through
various sexual s by a bunch of Nazi thugs. Sitting next
to him I watched him as he became more interested in the movie's
repulsively vulgar action. Figuring that he might just decide to
act out the movie's violence on me I decided that I had better
cooperate with him and that I had better appear willing to please
his desires no matter how grotesque they might end up being. So
when he placed his hand on my leg, I slowly spread open my
thighs, exposing my sexual intimacy to him.

Without taking his eyes off the television it didn't take him
very long to exploit his newly available access to my privacy.
His hand slowly and crudely stroked my inner thigh and soon he
moved up to rubbing my pubis. I could feel his middle finger
dividing my lips and swiftly ferreting out the entrance to my
vagina. I squealed a little as his dry finger penetrated the
opening and worked its way up inside of me.

Why is it that men seem to get off sexually by being physically
violent with women? Anyway, my pained reaction to his continued
rough exploration of my intimate sexual being as his dry fingers
tore at my tender skin must have somehow stimulated him and I
could feel him moving closer to me. Glancing up at the mirror on
the opposite wall I suddenly felt nauseous. There in the dim
light was this deviantly repulsive male intently examining my
sexual organs, digging into my vagina with one hand, unbuttoning
his shirt with the other, exposing his hairy body. I sat there,
frozen, as if the scene I was watching was taken from some kind
of perverted movie with my own naked person somehow in it.

My nightmare was interrupted as the male abruptly pulled his
fingers out of me and stood up. He clicked off the television,
ejected the tape and then turned around and looking down at me
sitting in front of him, dropped his trousers exposing himself
right in front of my face.

"Stroke it!" he bellowed. I reached up and began to gently
massage the soft tube of flesh which somehow seemed to originate
right out of the man's lower body. It was actually much smaller
than I expected it would be, looking like a soft deep pink hose
hanging out of a forest of hair and attached to his leathery
testicles which were dangling beneath it. At first it was very
spongy and pliable but within just a few seconds it sort of came
alive and I could feel it tense and lengthen in my hand,
stiffening so that it pointed straight out from his crotch. He
let out a low groan while I continued to gently work it, and the
thing continued to swell and become even more rigid until it
stretched to several times its original length and expanded in
circumference until I could just barely fit my hand around it.

I kept sliding my fingers along the shaft, working the tight
surface skin as it slithered over its tense hardened interior,
until it stopped growing and began to pulse in time with the
man's heartbeat. The only part that remained soft was the deep
pink dome shaped head which was apparently quite sensitive,
particularly along the overhanging rim where it connected with
the now rigid darker tube of flesh, causing the man to close his
eyes whenever I touched it. I was beginning to become fascinated
by how it could have changed so rapidly when the sobering reality
that I was about to have this thing shoved into my vagina just so
that its load of jizz could be emptied into my body finally hit
me.

Abruptly he bellowed at me, "Suck it!" Staring down at that
pillar of pink male flesh I was holding in my hand, the slit on
its soft blunt crown already moist with anticipation, I
hesitated. Looking back up at him he repeated louder, "Suck it
bitch!"

Realizing that I was quite literally in no position to argue, I
leaned over, grasped the thing with both hands, and ran my tongue
around and over its soft tip. The man moaned and shoved his
rigid organ into my face so that by now the head of his penis was
entirely inside my mouth. I wasn't particularly turned on by its
salty, sweaty taste which could have come from a previous
"conquest" but was more likely just the taste of urine. Anyway,
I knew pretty much what to do with it as I began stroking it in
and out of my mouth, licking its lower side with my tongue. This
activity seemed to please him as he began to grunt in a regular
rhythm, his gut banging into my head as I continued to satisfy
his perverted desires. However, just as I began to feel nervous
that he was going to come in my mouth, his two hands grabbed the
back of my head and forced my face into his groin.

Choking on the hardened shaft of flesh that was now lodged deep
in my throat, I fought with him to catch my breath and to keep
from gagging. Each time I would momentarily succeed in
dislodging his member from my throat to catch a small breath of
air, the male again plunged my mouth down on his hardened penis.
I know that if I had anything in my stomach I would have lost it
for sure but somehow I managed to maintain a semblance of
composure until suddenly he stopped.

Drawing his penis out of my mouth, he looked down at me and
laughed, "Okay bitch. Enough with this. Let's fuck."

I began to pull myself up on the bed so that I could lay on my
back, figuring I had better get somewhat comfortable before he
got on top of me, when he yelled, "Get off that bed, bitch. Yer
the one that's goin' to be doing the fuckin'."

I crawled off the bed as quickly as I could and he plopped onto
it, laying on his back, his still erect penis sticking straight
up. "Get up here before I lose this hard-on and you have to
start all over."

Now while I was no virgin, neither was I any kind of
professional, but I was more or less familiar with the mechanics
of the operation, and so I crawled back up on the bed. Then,
straddling his legs I slowly lowered myself onto his expectantly
waiting erection.

Now I had only done this kind of thing twice before and both of
those times I had been pretty drunk. It was also with someone
who I had felt some attraction to and someone who I was pretty
certain wouldn't mutilate me. That not being the case this time,
I was both very nervous and very tense as I guided his rigid
shaft to the opening of my vaginal canal. Then, taking a deep
breath, I descended onto the wretched thing, forcing it up into
me, infiltrating me with its denigrating presence, until I had
finally accommodated its entire bulk.

The fat sweaty male, now occupying my innermost being, moaned and
then grunted, "Fuck me, bitch." I began stroking him with my
vagina and the aching soreness from his sudden intrusion into my
person eventually subsided. Kneeling on the bed, straddling his
male form, I found that I could pretty easily slide his penis in
and out of me by flexing my knees and waist while he laid there
watching me, alternately laughing and groaning.

Concentrating on keeping the rhythm of my movement constant and
on keeping his appendage from falling out of me, I became
oblivious to everything else until I looked down at myself and
there on the back of my hand was a vein, throbbing in time with
his grunting. It was as if he had somehow penetrated every part
of me and it was just then, as that single palpitating vein
filled me with revulsion, that I looked up and saw myself in the
mirror at the top of the bed. There was my slender naked body
working up and down on top of this fat male, impaled on his huge
penis while it stretched open the split in my pubis, emerging and
then disappearing again somewhere inside of me with each
successive cycle.

This vision must have caused me to make some kind of audible
reaction because the male noticed me observing this vulgar
exhibition and he reached up and grabbed and then began massaging
my breasts which had been softly undulating with my rhythmical
movement. I screamed when he started pinching my nipples and he
soon stopped, not because of my screams but because he was
apparently beginning to experience his orgasm.

Letting go of my breasts, his hands slid down to my hips where
their grip tightened on me. Lifting me up and then pressing me
down into his groin faster and harder while he raised his own
hips up to further strengthen each of the increasingly powerful
drives of his engorged penis deep into my interior, he quickly
took full control his rape of my helpless body.

I could feel the head of his tense swollen penis as it pounded
against my cervix with the violence of his successive jabs
becoming more and more uncomfortable. Then suddenly he started
to yell, "Yes! It's a good one! Its...." His voice trailed off
to a moan as he gave me two final climactic thrusts, forcing my
torso into his burning sex organ as it began to convulse with
irregular spasms within me. Instantly I was treated with the
sensation of hot semen spurting into my d vagina, erupting
from his testicles which were forcefully pulsating with each
burst, firmly pressed against the opening to my rectum.

He finally stopped grunting and his entire body quickly went
limp. Lying there, eyes closed, he laughed and gasped for breath
while his cold male excretion oozed out of my birth canal around
his rapidly shriveling spent sex tool. "Get off me, bitch," he
growled, "and don't get any of your shit on me." I quickly
complied, first by straightening myself and allowing his now
rapidly softening penis to drop from me while being careful not
to spill on him his load of sticky discharge which now seemed to
permeate all my sexual organs, soaking my pubic hair. Carefully,
I then crawled off the bed and stood in the corner of the room as
his male excretion continued to slowly leak out of my vagina,
eventually tracing its way down the inside of my legs.

He got up off the bed, dressed himself, and without a word to me,
took the videotape and left the room locking the door behind him.
Afraid to move, I stood there for what seemed like forever. It
wasn't so much that I thought he might have made me pregnant, my
last period had been only a few days before, but I wondered if he
might have given me some disease. I pretty well understood the
risks involved in unprotected sex with total strangers and
worried about it for some time before finally deciding I had to
sit down or I would faint. Finding some paper towels by the bar
sink, I cleaned the male residue off my legs and the rest of me
as best I could and then sat on the bed to wait for whatever
would happen next.

After about an hour the boss returned. Telling me that I "looked
a mess," he led me out of the chamber and down another corridor
to a small shower room. There he turned on the shower, pulled
some towels off a shelf for me to use, showed me the soap,
shampoo, and a surprisingly lavish assortment of cosmetics and
toiletries which he indicated I was free to use. Then left
again. It was the first shower that I'd had since before my
capture, which by now seemed years ago.

I recall hearing strange sounds from the adjacent rooms to the
shower and occasionally heard women screaming. One of these
seemed to go on for some time but when my captor returned, I knew
better than to ask any questions thinking that if I did he might
let me find out about it first hand. He returned me to my cell
and, as he promised, brought me some dinner. It was bland and
totally uninteresting food, like some kind of meat loaf, but
since I was by that time starving, anything was welcome. In
contrast to the cheap food he also brought a large bottle of
Evian. After a while, the light in my cell went out and I fell
asleep on the small cot.

The following day a different man, tall, with a deep scar on his
face, younger than the boss but wearing a similar jumpsuit,
brought me my breakfast and later a light lunch. Nothing else
happened until what must have been late afternoon when the same
man returned and led me off to what I can only describe as a
horrendous sexual chamber. He referred to it as "the
dairy" and told me that the man who had originally captured me
was the boss for the entire operation of which I was now an
involuntary participant. It was the place I had heard the
screaming coming from the day before.

The first place they took me to was back to the shower room.
Besides the shower stall, the room also had a sink and a toilet
which I was immediately told to bend over in front of. I
couldn't really see what he was up to but I could hear the man at
the sink, getting something from the cabinet above it and then
running water. Then I felt him behind me, pressing something
into my rectum. It was small in diameter, hard, and went in
quite far before it stopped. Soon I could feel warm liquid
slowly flushing into my bowels and I realized that I was being
given an enema.

At first it wasn't all that unpleasant but after a short time
with the water beginning to fill me, my tummy began to feel
uncomfortably bloated from the quantity of the liquid and the
pressure building up in my colon. Just as it began to get
painful the water stopped and the hose was pulled from my rectum.

The man held my neck down for some time before I was allowed to
turn around and sit on the toilet to relieve myself. While it
felt very dirty and humiliating to go to the bathroom while that
man continued to watch me, I had to get rid of that burden of
water he had pumped into my body and quickly allowed it and my
own waste to gush out into the toilet.

After I was finished, he led me to the shower and instructed me
to wash thoroughly everywhere or he would do it for me. I was
very through and he observed me closely until I was cleaned to
his satisfaction. Then he gave me a disposable douche kit which
he wanted me to use and then stood there and watched me while I
did. It wasn't pleasant but I preferred doing it myself rather
than have him do it for me. Finally he gave me two towels to dry
off with and then led me next door to the dairy chamber.

The dairy was a large room, kind of like a large public restroom,
covered with red ceramic tile, its windowless walls lined with a
small sink, refrigerator, and various counters and storage
cupboards. It was freezing cold but the most monstrous thing
about it was the six stainless steel table units, each
specifically designed to hold its female victim securely bound
and defenseless from any number of agonizing torments that could
be dreamed up by her molester.

As the name of the room implied, the primary purpose of this hell
was human milk production. The boss's buddy, whom they called
the doctor, or when he wasn't around, the Nazi, had developed
this serum which within a few hours after it was administered
would stimulate your breasts to produce milk. Each breast would
furnish a little over a pint a day to their sadistic enterprise
and they usually kept six women on a rotating assignment doing
this chore.

Once we arrived at the dairy I was strapped face down onto one of
the stainless steel tables. The room itself was pretty cold,
much cooler than anywhere else in the whole place, and the steel
tables made it feel that much colder. These tables were built
with sculpted panels which were adjustable so that they could be
custom fit to their victim's physical form. The tops were solid
except for two round openings for your breasts and there were
thick Velcro straps for your ankles and wrists along with a wide
one which crossed your back at the waist. Once you were strapped
to the table, all of your movement was severely restricted.

One by one, the other captive women were also led into the
chamber by the boss and this huge male they called the guard.
This guy was a live-in who owned the apartment where I had my
pictures taken and helped out with the maintenance of the
facility. He also ran a chamber out of his living
quarters which was used for severe punishment and to break the
spirit of those women who tried to resist any of the persecution
we received.

Once we were strapped to the tables, the boss went to one of the
counters and prepared six large needles, one for each of us,
which he then administered into the crack of our buttocks. The
whole reason for getting the shots there was so that the needle
marks wouldn't show and depreciate the value of their
"merchandise".

The doses of that hormone stuff must have been incredibly potent.
I remember that within only a minute or so of getting my shot
that I got real dizzy and then passed out. It was pretty scary
because I really didn't know if I was ever going to wake up
again, and when I finally did wake up, I felt like I was going to
vomit except that I hadn't actually eaten anything for hours. Of
course, the other thing that I noticed was a strange tingling
feeling of pressure in my chest, as if my breasts were swelling
with fluid. While they certainly felt larger, I couldn't really
tell how much they had grown since I was still all strapped down
and couldn't see them.

I don't know how long I had been out, probably a couple of hours,
and I found several wires had been attached to me to monitor my
vital signs. I later learned that they were tracking our pulse,
respiration, temperature, and blood pressure while we were being
subjected to their . The other women were wired with
these monitoring probes as well and it appeared that they had
also been cleaned, like everywhere. I remember watching the boss
and the guard busily moving around hoses and hooking them up to
fittings at the head of each of the tables. These hoses ended in
what looked kind of like a bra cup and it didn't take much
guessing to figure out what they were for. Working underneath
the table he would first hook the hoses to the table's fittings,
turn a couple of dials and then snatch the cups onto the waiting
breasts of the table's occupant as they hung down through the
holes in the top. Each time he would perform his little task,
the woman bound to the table above him would either moan or
scream before tensing in her straps as she endured the machine's
sudden intensity.

From my observation, I thought I knew what to expect when he got
to my table. Working beneath me, I could hear him hook the hoses
to the fittings and felt him stringing them along the hooks on
the bottom of the table. Then, suddenly, my right breast felt
like it was on fire as the powerful suction of the machine
clenched the rim of the cup onto my tender flesh. At the same
time it also felt like it was trying to rip the entire core of my
breast right out of me as the machine's first pulse forcefully
extracted my thick milk through the still narrowly constricted
openings in my nipple. Then my left breast was privileged to the
same sensation and with alternate throbs from the milking
machine, both were steadily emptied of their yield.

The process continued for about a half hour but really after a
few minutes the flow became easier to endure. Eventually, as the
draining of my aching glands progressed, it relieved the
uncomfortable swollen feeling I had experienced earlier and while
I wouldn't call it pleasant, its continued functioning did become
more tolerable. However, my day was not yet over.

As the boss disconnected each woman from the suction hoses and
monitoring system the guard would unstrap them from the table and
escort them back to their cells. But when they finally got to
me, I was left securely confined. Noticing my puzzled look, the
boss informed me that I had some extra duty that evening and that
was why I had been given the enema a few hours earlier.
Actually, he added, I was lucky to be chosen because the guard
usually fucks all the milkers on their first time out. Just then
entering the room the big guard overheard him and bellowed that I
shouldn't worry because he would be sure to make it up some other
time.

The boss had been working at one of the countertops where I
couldn't see what he was doing until he walked up next to me
holding a strange looking container thing. It was about a eight
inch tall cylinder, kind of like a big tube of lipstick, with two
hoses coming out of the flat end. Taking the hoses one at a
time, he connected them to a control panel on the wall which
included several menacing dials, gauges, lights and switches.

While I was watching him do this, I didn't notice the guard
crawling under my table and hitting a switch which made the whole
thing come alive. Without warning, the lower half of it began to
swing open, forcing my legs apart by my ankles which were still
securely attached to each of the opening sections. When it
stopped, I was arranged spread eagled and very much exposed and
accessible to whatever they had planned for me. It was right
about then that I realized why that container was shaped the way
it was.

Now I couldn't take my eyes off the thing as he continued
preparing it. Noticing me watching him, he explained that the
thing was a butter churn containing what he said was cream taken
from a mixture of my own and a couple of the other women's breast
milk. The hoses were for cooling the cream mixture and I was
going to perform the churning. Then he put on a pair of gloves
and coated the thing with some kind of vile brown gook. "Glue,"
he explained, "it'll keep the churn from falling out."

I didn't need to ask out of what. Regardless, he was about to
answer the question anyway as he took the thing around beneath
me. Maybe it was because I could no longer see it but for some
reason, at that moment, I lost all control and started to cry.
Noticing my reaction and saying something about hating to hear
women bawling, the guard took a large piece of adhesive tape and
ran it across my mouth, effectively silencing me. But just then,
the shock of feeling the cold slimy surface of their device
pressing against my exposed vaginal opening forced me to stop
anyway.

Standing between my legs the boss calmly commanded, "Look here
babe, stop squirming aroun' so much. Yer little cunt's my
property now. Get used to it."

Then he thrust it in.

Even though only a moaning sound came out, I think I screamed
louder through that gag than I had ever screamed before as that
thing tore into my genitals. Basically, it hurt like hell,
feeling sort of like someone had forcefully packed a solid plug
of steel into me, filling my entire pelvic cavity. Bound and
immobile like I was, I could only lie there and by doing shallow
breathing, try as best I could to relax the inflamed tissue their
massive perverted implement was straining against.

I immediately began to feel faint and had this growing tingling,
numbing sensation throughout my entire lower abdomen.
Concentrating on the device occupying my vaginal sheath I didn't
really notice the clips that were being attached to the lips of
my pubis, but my thinking was interrupted when the boss hit
another switch on the control panel, sharply chilling the metal
device I now tightly held inside of me.

My disorientation rapidly growing, I also barely noticed the boss
undoing my waist strap and then, saying something about it being
time to go to work, hitting a second switch on the control panel.
I immediately felt a piercing electrical spike coursing through
my entire lower body, beginning at the clips on my pubis and
ripping up along the huge metal shaft to my cervix where it just
sort of spread out, burning its way throughout my tummy.
Simultaneously, it sharply contracted every muscle it came into
contact with, firmly clamping my besieged vaginal tissue around
their sadistic metal cylinder.

The next pulse came about a second later, then the third and the
fourth and so on, each about a second apart and each burning and
tearing its way through my pelvis causing my desecrated body to
uncontrollably spasm in response. While my physical self
continued to agitate their churn device still tightly clenched in
my vagina, I guess I completely lost consciousness within the
first minute or so.

Apparently I worked that thing, unconscious, for about a half
hour. They took me back to my cell and that night I developed a
very high temperature and then broke out in a rash all over my
body. The "doctor" decided that I had gone into toxic shock from
the glue they had used to secure their cylinder inside of me. He
had never seen this kind of reaction before and so was very
interested in my case. Since they felt responsible for my
illness and since I was still of some value to them, as property
of course, they took pretty good care of me. I was moved to a
double cell where one of the other slaves was put in charge of
caring for me and I was even allowed to use sheets and blankets.

This other woman, Vicky (I'm not using her real name because she
is still very much alive), was from Argentina but knew English
very well and looked quite European. She was only seventeen but
had been offered a modeling job in Miami and ran away from home
to take it. She ended up working in the dairy. The truly ironic
part to her story is that the main reason she had originally run
away from home was to get away from her stepfather who had been
sexually abusing her.

Vicky had been assigned to taking care of me since she herself
was temporarily recovering from having been worked over by a
couple of visiting businessmen a few days before. She informed
me that we were on a small island somewhere in the Caribbean
where there was a large casino hotel along with this prison
building we were in. I had known that the place was big enough
to have an airport since one could hear planes taking off and
landing all hours of the day. Actually she knew quite a bit
about the operation that was going on here from overhearing the
males who talked pretty freely in front of her, apparently not
knowing or not caring that she understood every word they said.
Besides "reconditioning" prostitutes they were also involved in
selling women to clients around the world for purposes she could
only guess. I learned a lot from her about the island which
would later prove to be very useful.

Personally, Vicky thought of herself as lucky in a way since she
had worked for a while in a beauty salon at home and so had been
chosen to do glamour makeovers for the inmates on the island.
The males would get us made up before they had visitors to the
place so that we wouldn't appear so abused to them. Vicky told
me that she figured that as long as she was of some value other
than as a sex toy to the males, her chances of survival in that
place increased tremendously. As for the women she worked on,
she also figured that by doing their makeup and hair the males
might actually see them as women as opposed to a collection of
abusable sexual parts. Finally, she hoped that by making them
look better to themselves, she could at least give the women a
little more self esteem so that it would be far less likely that
they would end up as a disposable. The term disposable was what
the male's called women who became ill, broke down, or for one
reason or another couldn't be returned to their pimp and had to
be gotten rid of.

After a few days I was feeling better and so was moved back to my
own cell. I was also forced to perform again in the daily
milking routine but wasn't included among those chosen for their
butter churning . Actually, I had been chosen for
something far more bizarre.

The morning after I had been returned to my cell, the doctor and
the boss showed up shortly after breakfast and led me off to the
doctor's laboratory. The lab was a smaller version of the dairy
and adjacent to it with more counters, storage cabinets and a
large refrigerator, stove and oven along with many more very
mysterious pieces of scientific looking equipment. The most
hideous of these was a frame unit, "the rack," to which I was
about to be introduced.

This thing was actually something quite new that the doctor had
just constructed and installed in his lab. It was really just a
simple rectangle made of round stainless steel bars, suspended
from the ceiling by several small electric winches. Adjustable
in size, it had Velcro straps for your wrists and ankles plus a
wide one which went around your waist and a solid cross bar which
hit your upper chest just above the breasts. Additional straps
could be added wherever necessary such as on the thighs or arms
and the thing was hinged to allow its occupant to bend at the
waist and to bend her knees. The thing that made it different
from the milking tables was that when you were strapped to it you
had an unobstructed view of yourself and everything else around
you. Of course it also had the added feature, as the boss
coarsely pointed out, "of being able to spread your legs far
enough apart to drive a Mack truck up your cunt."

The boss helped the doctor get me strapped onto the thing before
he left. Then the doctor spent what seemed like hours playing
with all the motors and adjustments, taking pictures as he went
until he was satisfied with the rack's operation. He kept very
detailed records of all his perverted experiments and was just
finishing writing on his computer about his morning with me when
the boss returned with another man.

At first I thought that I had been elected to be his afternoon
"entertainment" but as it turned out he was another doctor, a
plastic surgeon. Then, as the three of them took turns at
inspecting me and the rack I was attached to, I began to figure
out what their plan for me was really going to be. It seemed
that the big guard's birthday was coming up in about two weeks
and the plastic surgeon, who was apparently a friend of his, had
decided to give him something he had always wanted. I was to
have my hymen reconstructed so that I could be presented to him
as a virgin. Now the really unusual thing about this whole
experience was that through the entire procedure this surgeon guy
decided to explain to the doctor and to me everything he was
about to do. It made me feel like I was the subject in some kind
of gynecological class.

The first thing he did was tell me I would have to be shaved. So
he found some shaving cream and a disposable razor, and with me
helplessly spread eagled on his rack he went at shaving my
genitals. Finishing with that, the doctor handed him a needle
which I was told was a local anesthetic and he stuck it a couple
of times into my pussy lips. Very soon everything down there was
numb and now that I had been all prepped it was time for him to
begin to work on me.

"Lets see just what you left me to work with," he began. "First
I'm going to open up your labia so I can get to the vaginal
opening." He proceeded to place several clips on my vaginal
lips which he tied off to the rack frame, stretching them wide
open and very effectively displaying my genitals to him.

While he was still doing this he continued, "There are really
three ways that we can go about doing this, first we can attach a
synthetic hymen over the opening, something made out of thin
plastic which is colored to look like tissue. This usually is
the quickest and easiest way and if you don't look too close it
looks pretty real. The second way is to graft live tissue across
the opening. You don't usually need much and I generally take
small strips from off of the inside of these lips so that the
scar never shows anywhere. The drawback is that it takes a
couple months for everything to heal up and you need to keep a
close watch out for infection. Now it looks like here we can do
it the third way and that's the way I like the best. Sometimes
when the hymen was originally pretty complete, it tears into
little flaps like this that can be just patched back together
again. Now usually you guys rip them all to hell when you ream
them out with that churn thing but look at this. This one looks
in pretty good shape still."

I watched him poking at me as he examined my vaginal opening
until he finally concluded, "Sometimes I just superglue these
back together but these flaps appear thick and sturdy enough that
I'm going to suture them. Its old fashioned but I prefer it.
This one is going to look like the real thing in a couple of
weeks."

He put on a pair of magnifying glasses and gave a second pair to
the doctor and then began preparing the needle he was going to
use. It was small and curved and he threaded it with an
absorbable suture so that it would dissolve as my skin healed
together. "See how thick this skin is? Usually its pretty
flimsy stuff but this one is going to hold up very well. Now
watch carefully how I do this because really you could do this
kind of stuff yourself."

I could see him stitching me but with the anesthetic couldn't
actually feel anything. He continued working on me with the
doctor closely observing. "This is what we call a blanket
stitch. Its quite strong and each stitch is locked off so it
won't pull out if its stressed. See we don't want to stretch
these flaps too much but just pull them up to meet each other.
Now we leave a small opening here in the middle because that's
the way they are originally made."

He finished sewing and tying the suture off put the needle down.
"Now that's good work. It'll heal up better than the original."

I remembered "the original" and ironically also remembered how I
had methodically gone about losing it with my boyfriend at a
football party. I was the only one among my girlfriends who
still was a virgin and one night when we all got together at a
slumber party at my house and they planned for me how I was
supposed to do it. We decided on this one boy who was on the
football team and seemed to be all right. He was kind of cute
and we all figured that he hadn't done it before either but
mostly we figured that he wouldn't brag about it later.

He wasn't dating anybody so I got to know him and we went out a
couple of times to movies and to a dance club in town. On our
third date he got pretty frisky and I let him take off my bra but
really that was all the farther he went. I mean he respected me
enough to stop when I told him I didn't want his hand in my
panties. My girlfriends decided that he was ready to go all the
way with me and that since homecoming was the next weekend, my
"D-day" would take place after the homecoming dance. So I talked
my mom and dad into letting me stay overnight at my best friend's
house that Saturday night only we didn't tell them that her
parents were going to be out of town and like I figured, they
never found out.

At the dance she pretended to invite me and my date over to her
house for some snacks with her and her boyfriend and so the four
of us left early and went over there. Everything had been
prepared. We had made fondue, bought a bunch of sexy CDs, and
put candles all over the house and we had even talked her
boyfriend's older brother into buying some wine for us. I don't
know, but I think he knew what we were up to because he also
bought us a half dozen condoms. I was so afraid that losing my
virginity was going to hurt that I must have drunk half the wine.
The boy was really nice with me. He was gentle, used the condom
I gave him, and I didn't feel a thing. The next morning after
the boys had gone we burned the blood stained sheets in the
fireplace and celebrated my womanhood in spite of the splitting
headache I had given myself. Now I was going to lose my
virginity all over again with that ugly guard and I knew that
this time it would definitely not be a pleasant experience.

I was allowed to heal for two weeks and during that time I was
milked every day. Since I had been given my special mission I
avoided being chosen for the churning . I don't know if
the other women knew why I was passed over but each night but I
cried myself to sleep thinking of the one who had probably been
selected to endure that awful torment in my place. The doctor
also inspected me daily and faithfully recorded the progress of
my healing. He seemed quite pleased with how it all turned out.
I was afraid to touch the thing and couldn't really see it but
know that it became much less sensitive as time went on.

Finally, one evening the doctor came to get me and instead of
being taken to the dairy for milking I was led to his lab. He
strapped me to his rack, only this time I was placed on my back.
Then he went to his refrigerator and took out a large bowl of red
frosting. He said it was cherry flavor, appropriate for the
occasion, and went about spreading it all over me as if I was a
cake. Once he had me pretty well covered he added some of those
little candy letters which spelled out "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, THIS
CHERRY'S FOR YOU" with an arrow pointing at my pussy. Just as he
was finishing up the boss and the big guard showed up.

"What do you need doc?" the guard asked as came into the room.
The doctor turned around and with the boss sang happy birthday to
him and then handed him the rack's remote control. "Have a good
time," the doctor said as he and the boss walked out the door and
I was left alone with the guard.

Apparently not remembering me from before, he exclaimed, "All
right! They finally got me my virgin!" Then as he pressed one
of the buttons, the winches began to make their dutiful whirring
sound. "You got a real nice little shape," he observed as the
machine slowly spread my legs apart until I began to scream from
the discomfort.

"Hey little girlie, I don't need to hear any of that 'don't hurt
me, don't hurt me, whining out of you, understand? " With that
he picked up some wide adhesive tape and again taped my mouth
shut. "Nothin I hate worse than a bunch of mindless chatter when
I'm trying to get a fuck." Then returning to his position
between my widely spread legs he began to examine me.

"So that's what those little things look like huh?" He poked at
my hymen which remained sturdily intact encouraging him to poke
at it even harder until I began to cry from the torment he was
causing me. "You look pretty real there. Is that real?" His
finger then forced its way into my vagina accompanied by a stab
of pain and the guarantee that this experience wasn't going to be
easy.

Pulling his finger back out of me, he dropped his pants and let
me watch his erection grow as he began maneuvering the rack. My
spread open clean shaved pubis progressively moved toward his
stiffening penis as he slowly maneuvered me while perversely
trapped in his snare. His erection continued to grow and then
eventually begin to throb in time with his pulse and he
complemented me on the hard-on that I had given him, adding that
he hadn't been able to get it up like that for weeks. When we
touched he laughed that he was right on target and I could feel
the head of his big cock nuzzling the constricted opening to my
vagina.

Then he hit the switch again and the machine slowly propelled me
toward him, his penis pressing against my hymen. The strain on
me which continued to build more and more was accompanied by a
steadily increasing warm ache spreading throughout my genitals as
the thin layer of tissue stretched until finally it suddenly
burst with what seemed like an audible pop. A stab of pain
accompanied its rupture which was only aggravated as his erection
rubbed against the now torn tissue around my vaginal opening as
he forcefully penetrated his way deep into my inner being. I
don't know if, like he bragged, it was the best on the island,
but it was certainly big enough.

"Whoa! That was great! You are a tight one, honey." He ran it
in until I was finally bearing its entire length and then
reversed the motors which drew it out again. He repeated this
process a few times until, growing tired of the sluggishness of
the mechanism, he grabbed my hips and began manually pumping his
rigid sex organ in and out of me.

The rack allowed me to look down and watch his massive cock which
by now was literally covered with my blood as his fucking
continued with increasing intensity. The pain around the opening
to my vagina eventually subsided somewhat and soon enough his
groans and accelerated rhythm alerted me to the oncoming flood
from his male excretion which proceeded to saturate my insides
with his clammy slime. Quickly deflating, he pulled himself out,
allowing the mixture of his remaining residue and the blood from
my mutilated hymen to slowly drain from my now crudely distended
vaginal opening onto the floor beneath me. It seemed as if there
was a lot more blood than I remembered the first time but
eventually the dripping lessened and stopped.

After cleaning himself up and dressing, he released me from the
rack, removed my gag, and took me to the shower room to get rid
of the sticky frosting stuff I was covered with along with the
residue of his assault. After I had been cleaned by him, both
outside and in, he took me to his bedroom. Actually this wasn't
really a bedroom but a more like a room filled with an incredible
collection of sexual devices including a variety of vibrators,
dildos, various leather straps, whips, chains and several pieces
of very unusual looking furniture. These were all the things
they used to enforce discipline among the women who were in their
prison. Luckily since I wasn't being brought there for
punishment I was spared the use of most of them.

"Come over here," he said, leading me to a small wooden table.
Like all the other furniture it was made of heavy wood
construction held together with bands of steel. I was pushed
face down on the table and he fastened my wrists to straps of
Velcro which were attached to the front table legs. Finding
myself sort of both kneeling and laying on this table, he then
spread my legs apart wrapping similar straps around my thighs
forcing my legs open. Then he simply lifted me and the table and
carried me over to a computer desk sliding me head first
underneath it.

He turned on the computer, saying something about checking his e-
mail, and then pulled an office chair which was on wheels over to
the desk. I could hear him undo his zipper, pull down his pants
and then felt him against me as he rolled the chair up to the
desk. Sliding his legs under the table between mine he dropped
his hand down and lifted his penis up, laying it against my open
pussy. Then as he began typing on the computer he began to
stroke the thing against me until I could feel it begin to
stiffen. Pausing with his typing he straightened up slightly and
then pressed his rigid organ into my waiting vagina. It hurt
more than a little as he thrust his way into me, scraping against
the recently torn flesh around my opening. Since I had been
thoroughly cleaned out down there and didn't have much in the way
of natural lubrication, it took a while before the stinging
subsided.

He didn't seem particularly interested in actually fucking me but
just sat there sometimes typing, sometimes just clicking with his
mouse as he went through the birthday greetings he had been sent.
Occasionally he would stroke me for a while and then stop and
read something out loud and then stroke me again, enough to
maintain his erection just hard enough to keep it from falling
out of me. Then after several messages he must have reached the
end of his mail and began to surf around on the net. Whenever he
was waiting for the screen to catch up he would pump in and out
of me and then would stop as soon as he had something to read.
Again, some screens he would read out loud and that was how I
knew he was looking at stuff about bondage.

Once he found the pictures he was looking for he stopped talking
and I could feel his penis stiffening and growing inside me as he
began to work it in my vagina with more intensity. I would hear
his mouse click and if the picture was particularly lewd he would
make a little moaning sound and the pace of his fucking would
pick up a little quicker. Finally his activity in me became more
intense and he began grunting as he came in me again. While I
didn't feel much in the way of his ejaculation, his penis quickly
softened and became extremely slippery with moistness. In order
to keep his organ in me he pushed himself closer and began to
stroke at me again.

This cycle continued for at least four more times over the next
couple of hours, each time with him depositing a little more of
his syrupy cum into me. Slowly his fluid leaked out and ran up
between the table and my tummy creating a cold sticky pool of his
filth which I was forced to lay in as he continued to enjoy me.
Finally he got tired.

Getting up out of his chair he first untied me from the table.
Finding me a mess from his rape session he took a couple of
towels off of a shelf above his bed and pointing at a bathroom
told me to clean myself up. I went into his bathroom and took a
shower, washing away as much of him as I could until I turned and
saw watching me. I quickly rinsed myself and took the towels
from him. He had a drink in his hand and just sat there and
watched as I dried myself off. Then he took me to his bed.

Turning out the light he didn't waste any time and began raping
me all over again, only this time, after having done it several
times that night already, he took an exceedingly long time to
come. Luckily I was still wet enough inside that it didn't
really hurt that much and when he finally did come he was pretty
much half asleep already. I laid there for a while, his heavy
body on top of me and still in me, smelling his sweat and the
liquor on his breath while he slept. Finally, figuring he
wouldn't wake up, I wriggled myself out from beneath him,
falling asleep next to him in his bed.

In the morning he led me back to my cell. The day began without
breakfast and I correctly figured that to be a bad omen. They
didn't feed you when you were going to get their mammary
stimulant serum and that was exactly the routine they followed
once the doctor brought me to the lab and strapped me to the rack
again. Like before, within a minute or so, I started feeling
incredibly faint and then quickly passed out.

When I woke up again, my stomach was in a knot and my breasts
felt like they were about to rupture. This time I could plainly
see them and while I wasn't Dolly Parton, I had real tits. I had
been cleaned again and was wired with the monitoring probes but
this time had been left alone in the lab by myself. I stayed
there for what seemed like an hour or more, my breasts
increasingly aching with fullness, before the doctor returned.

"Like 'em?" he said as he came in the door. "Its part of my new
breast enhancement formula." Well I have to admit they were
enhanced, even though they stung like hell.

He continued, pulling out a pair of hoses with the breast cups
attached to one end and began to hook these up to a strange
little device he had sitting on the counter. Turning the thing
on, it made the familiar suction noises and dispensed the same
stinging, agonizing painful feeling as before once they snatched
onto my tender breasts and started to forcefully extract my milk.

This time, however, instead of leaving me alone to bear my
private torment, the doctor started to play with the winches.
First he elevated my hips so that my butt was higher than the
rest of me and then he spread my legs apart, once again
explicitly exposing myself to him. He then returned to the
counter and picked up one of his churn devices which he proceeded
to attach hoses to. He must have seen the terror in my eyes when
he turned around and so explained that I had nothing to worry
about because "we" weren't going to make butter this time, just
take pictures.

He had decided that he was going to use me try out some sort of
churn insertion device which he had been working on. I really
don't know how to describe this thing he had built but he called
it his "expand-o-rama" tool. It was made of shiny metal and
shaped like a cone but with a hand grip on the large end of it.
When he squeezed the grip it made little ratcheting noises and
the pointed end of the cone would expand open into a three or
four inch hollow cylinder.

After showing me how it worked, he went around between my spread
open legs and I soon felt the cold metallic blunt pointed end of
the thing as he inserted it a few inches into my vagina. I
closed my eyes and tried to relax as best I could but instead of
expanding it right away, he paused to take a few more pictures.
Then finishing his little photo activity, he put the camera down
and started squeezing on the handle of his device.

At first it didn't seem like anything was happening but soon I
could feel my vagina dilating larger and larger. He would work
at the thing, stretching my opening until I would begin to scream
from the pressure and then he would pause for a few moments
allowing me to catch my breath before starting again. Finally,
about the time it felt like the thing was about to tear me wide
open he stopped.

Taking a few more pictures of me in that wretched state it wasn't
very long before he picked up the churn he had been working on
earlier and took the repulsive thing around beneath me. This
churn was a little different than the other one that I had been
forced to suffer having no flange on the bottom end. That way,
he explained to me while positioning it for insertion, it would
fit through the opening in his tool which allow him to withdraw
the thing after positioning the churn inside me.

I was able this time to look down and watch him while he slid the
churn into the open end of his device and my grossly distended
private opening and then began to shove it up into me. I don't
know if being able to see it happen to myself at all eased my
feelings of anxiety, but it certainly didn't help with the pain
of insertion a

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Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl Chapter 22
(mf, oral, exhib, rom)
2003 Pescador del Valle

Comments appreciated : pescadordv


Cilla, Sonia and I had forged an unlikely and highly
erotic three-way relationship.

Sonia had been given a part-time job with my father's
firm which was fortunate since that was where I now spent
most of my time.



It was after work on a Saturday that Sonia came home with
me for a family meal. I had intended to get Cilla as
well but it was her brother's birthday and she had to
stay until after dinner. I ended up being invited but we
couldn't work out a way to include Sonia as well; instead
we had ended up with a bit of a staggered evening.

Sonia would come back with me at 4:30 where my parents
were having an early meal before going to the theatre for
the evening. I would then drop her home while I went
across the road to Cilla's to join in the celebrations.
Around 7:30 we would leave and take Sonia back to my
house again where we would have the house almost to
ourselves.

Sonia was welcomed as a regular guest. At one stage my
Mother had asked how I felt about her and I honestly,
though incompletely, replied "It's possible I could end
up spending the rest of my life with her."

I could have given her the same answer if she had asked
me about Cilla but it had turned out that, while Sonia
had visited a number of times by herself since my
seventeenth birthday, Cilla had always been in Sonia's
company when she had visited so my Mother didn't
associate her with me so much on a one to one basis.

There was an advantage to this - Cilla was viewed as a
"spoiler" rather than an active participant. Parents may
unconsciously accept that their children are having some
kind of sex lives but tend to want to minimise the action
for as long as possible while they are underfoot.

I suppose the idea of greeting a child's lover at
breakfast time can take some getting used to. That's
where a chaperone can come in handy. It keeps your
parents from getting worried and so you get a bit more
freedom than you might otherwise enjoy.

We had a friendly meal, not too filling (especially as I
had to make at least some effort for Cilla's parents),
and I offered to drop my younger siblings off at their
friends' houses; they would be sleeping over and out of
our way.

Renate was going to be coming around to visit Rick. I
supposed, somewhat snidely, that she was going to be
sleeping over too - even if she was home by midnight. I
wondered if my parents were aware of exactly how much
those two were getting up to.

I pulled up at Sonia's house and gave her a kiss - not
too quick but neither was it a passion builder - more of
a promise for later. She said goodbye and went inside as
I walked in the opposite direction.

Sonia's mother was home and greeted her daughter then
looked around for me, raising an eyebrow that her
daughter correctly interpreted.

"He's gone over to Cilla's for a while. It's Ronnie's
birthday and he was asked to the party. We'll be going
out for a while later."

Diane realised that there was no reason for her daughter
to have been included in what was obviously a family
affair and, as Sonia didn't appear concerned, she didn't
think any more about it.

Sonia gave her a hug and went to change out of her work
clothes and to have a refreshing soak. When we came back
for her she wanted to be freshened up and ready for
action.

She ran the bath and added some perfumed foam. When she
came back to turn the water off the surface was a thick
coating of white bubbles and she eased herself into the
hot water, briefly adding a little cold as she tested the
temperature with her foot and then with her more
sensitive and sensuous ass.

Sonia slid under the foam blanket and scooped it up to
coat her young body, insulating herself from the cooler
air. Cocooned, she lay back and closed her eyes letting
the water soothe her.

She was in love and the ones she loved would soon both be
with her and she dozed while she thought of past and
hopefully future events.



When I knocked on the door the birthday boy greeted me.

"Happy Birthday, Ron." I passed over a present and got
his thanks. He led me inside and I closed the door
behind me as he rushed off to open it.

Cilla came over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips
before sliding her arm through mine and leading me into
the dining room where the table had been filled with a
mixture of savoury and sweet delights.

"Hello Glyn." Cilla's parents greeted me.

"Hello. This looks lovely."

"Thank you", said Cilla's mother. "We're almost ready.
Would you like a drink?"

Cilla went to get it when I responded affirmatively and I
stood chatting to her parents about work and my new
studies.

I had been invited to dine on a few occasions, fairly
evenly divided between Sonia's and Cilla's houses and was
being accepted as "probably a boyfriend" by both Cilla's
parents AND Sonia's Mother. I wondered how Diane and
Ruby compared notes when they met for coffee; neither had
raised anything with me - YET.

Jean came in and was quite friendly to me, old
animosities apparently quite forgotten. She introduced
me to her own boyfriend; I'd heard he was on the scene
but hadn't had an opportunity to meet him.

"Trevor, this is Cilla's boyfriend, Glyn. Glyn, my
boyfriend, Trevor."

"Hello" "Hi" We shook hands, a bit self-consciously.

Jean had deliberately described me as "boyfriend" to see
how I would respond and seemed half disappointed and half
satisfied when I didn't challenge the appellation.

Trevor and I discussed our respective pasts while Jean
and Cilla were rounding up the younger members of the
family and found we had a couple of acquaintances in
common.

"I hope you're both hungry", said Cilla's father Ron.

I avoided a groan and was thankful I hadn't tried to do
more than take the edge off of my hunger at home. "Yes",
we both replied.

It was a nice meal and I ended up eating my share
(there's ALWAYS too much food at a party) though I wasn't
feeling stuffed at the end. We "oldies" sat around for a
while after cleaning up and talked. I was sitting on a
lounge with my arm around Cilla where she was perched on
the arm of the chair; she had her arm in turn around my
neck.

I behaved. I had to really with her father facing my
hand as it rested just above her hip.

When we were thinking about going Ruby asked about our
plans for the evening.

"As the weather has warmed up we thought we might go for
a swim. There may not be another chance for months now."
I answered.

"That sounds good", said Trevor. I will concede it was
an innocent remark on his part with no sense of begging
an invitation.

Ruby turned to Jean. "You should go too."

Jean wasn't too happy with her mother's suggestion. It
was one thing for me or even Cilla to invite them and
something socially very different for them to be imposed
upon us.

What could I do but play the generous host, regardless of
how much I was looking forward to being alone with the
girls.

"You're very welcome to come along", I told Jean and
Trevor, hoping like crazy that none of the others felt
like tagging along.

Trevor looked expectantly at Jean. If they stayed there
he could see that they wouldn't get a chance to be alone,
whereas at my place, or afterwards ...

Jean capitulated and went to get her bathers. Cilla, who
hadn't intended to bother, had to follow suit.

Trevor lived almost directly on the way and was going to
pick up his costume from home. I gave him the directions
and he nodded that he understood them.

We thanked our hosts again and went out to our cars.
Sonia must have been waiting because she came out when
she heard Trevor's car start, meeting us on the footpath.

Sitting slightly lower than Cilla, Sonia once again was
positioned in the centre of the front seat so I could see
in the mirror and spent the time to my house kissing and
cuddling with Cilla while I missed out again. (Oh poor
hard done by me! I really would have to teach them how
to drive.)

Say what you may about new cars though, there are many
advantages of a wide bench seat over bucket seats.
Having a sexpot sitting next to you while you drive is
one of them.

Lights were visible in the house when I pulled into the
drive. It looked like Rick and Renate hadn't gone
anywhere.

I let us in and called out - if they were in his room
they would probably appreciate the warning they weren't
alone. No answer - well they could have their mouths
full.

I looked out the back and saw they were in the pool. I
left them undisturbed while I got some drinks for the
three of us. There were going to be plenty of people out
there soon - let them have the time alone until then.

We adjourned to the lounge to wait. When our visitors
finally arrived Cilla got up to let them in, which was
reasonable since I had Sonia perched on my lap and was
hurriedly rebuttoning her blouse.

They joined us and I offered to get drinks for them.
Trevor had been shown where to change while I was in the
kitchen and shortly returned with his bathers on and his
pants over his arm.

I told Jean that Rick and Renate were in the pool already
and there was a general consensus that we join them.

The bathing couple however were surprised when the pool
lights suddenly came on. They had been having a quiet
watery cuddle in the moonlight and hadn't heard the cars
pull up earlier.

Blinking and looking around, they watched us come out of
the house. Their initial greetings abruptly ceased when
they saw we weren't alone and I realised why when I got
closer to the pool edge.

Why SHOULD they have felt they deeded swim suits
(optional around here anyway) when they were alone?

I grinned to myself. Though Renate had ended up in some
pretty wild situations when we had been on holiday
together she had been rather sedate since then, not even
going topless in our pool.

She had been clates with both Sonia and Jean for some
years now but had only just started hearing about Trevor
from Jean during the past month or so.

It was a bit of a shock for her then when he showed he
wasn't shy by being the first in the pool while the rest
of us were getting settled on the lounges. He surfaced
from his dive and turned back to say hello to the pair
sharing the pool but came to his own abrupt halt when he
realised Rick was holding a naked girl to his chest.

The look of surprise turned to a cheesy grin as he turned
his face to Jean. "I hope your swim suit is as nice as
your friend's."

Jean turned and finally really noticed the young lovers.
"Oh! Sorry." She looked around for a towel figuring they
may want to preserve their modesty.

Renate wouldn't have objected to getting a towel but Rick
was comfortable after he had had a chance to recover from
his initial surprise. He liked having a naked girl in
his arms and wouldn't object to the kudos it might bring
him in the eyes of the young stranger obviously
accompanying Jean.

"It's all right", he told Jean, "Our parents don't mind
skinny dipping."

As he looked up he considered the sensuous curves of the
girl standing above him. Though he was in her class as
well he hadn't thought about seeing her naked before now.

The curves were in all the right places and, ignoring the
fact that he was already holding as much woman as he
could or wanted to handle, the image he conjured up was
an interesting and, as Renate noticed to his subsequent
discomfort, arousing one.

"We don't normally wear suits", Cilla confirmed. "It's
up to you."

Jean hadn't been naked with Trevor yet and hadn't even
been naked in front of Cilla for more years than she
could remember, let alone showing herself in front of the
rest of us. She decided, to Rick's and Trevor's
disappointment, to stay clothed.

As she removed all but a well filled brown and yellow
bikini, the rest of us discarded our clothes and leapt,
dove or dropped naked into the refreshing water.

Jean dove cleanly into the water and swam over to Trevor
who was a little grateful she had had stayed clothed
considering the effect the sight of the other naked girls
had had on him. If he had felt obligated to strip off
too he wasn't sure how he could have stopped blushing.

Now she wasn't the only naked female on display Renate
relaxed a little and turned to face us, most of her
breasts kept just below the surface where the ripples
obscured the view. She had her arm around Rick and his
was around her.

Jean introduced Trevor to Rick and Renate and they got
him talking about himself.

I told Rick of some of our mutual acquaintances and they
talked about them while I went over to rest between my
loves.

No-one was paying attention as I traded kisses with the
girls; it was mild as far as Rick and Renate were
concerned and Jean and Trevor were facing the wrong way.

Rick did smile and Renate stopped mid-sentence when Cilla
and Sonia went into a clinch but the others missed that
as well.

We had been casually moving around the pool and
eventually Trevor noticed me kissing Sonia. He turned to
Jean and whispered, "I thought you said Glyn was Cilla's
boyfriend?"

"Yes", said Jean, "and he didn't deny it." She turned to
see us embracing while Cilla nonchalantly swam up to us
and put her arms around me, getting a kiss of her own.

Jean had had enough.

It had been several months now and she still didn't
understand the dynamics of her sister's relationship with
me, nor her friend's.

"What is up with you three? Are you going out with Cilla
or with Sonia?" The question was clearly directed at me.

Rick and Renate gave quiet giggles as the awaited my
answer. We had "come out" to them on our holiday as a
result of their semi-accidental spying on us making love.

I looked at Jean and cuddled a girl under each arm.
"Yes."

I knew it was likely to piss her off royally and wasn't
dismayed. She glared at me and looked at her sister for
a better answer.

Of the three of us Cilla was expecting to have the most
trouble when our true situation became public knowledge.
So far Rick and Renate had kept their word and our
secret. The only other people in the know were my Uncle
Frank and his wife who could be counted upon not to
betray a confidence.

Cilla considered. Telling Jean would be a good test of
how her parents might react. If Jean couldn't handle it,
they certainly wouldn't and she might just manage to keep
Jean quiet even if she did go bananas at first.

Trevor however was another matter.

Cilla had met him a few times and liked him. He acted a
bit young at times but he was funny without being stupid,
seemed to really like Jean and wasn't afraid to muck in
when necessary. She looked at us for permission.

"Your decision", I said. "I can take it either way."
Sonia just gave her hand a squeeze.

Cilla turned to her sister and her sister's boyfriend
with a quick glance at the other grinning pair.

"I can't make you keep quiet for now but I, ... we ...,
would appreciate it if you didn't say anything to anyone
at present." She paused. She thought Jean would
understand why once the story was told.

Cilla hugged me and Sonia, on the other side, did the
same.

"Your question shouldn't have been 'or'. The correct
question would have been 'Are you going out with Cilla
AND with Sonia?'"

She waited to see how they would take this before going
further.

Jean was taken a little aback but wasn't really surprised
by the news. That's how it had seemed to her for a
while; she just wasn't sure whether each of the girls was
blind or was pigheadedly ignoring my two-timing
behaviour. Now it seemed they had been in collusion all
along.

Trevor however had open admiration for the situation.

Jean noticed Renate's grin and turned on her. "You
knew?" she glared.

Renate nodded, still grinning at her extra knowledge - it
is always fun knowing something others don't but even
more so when they found out you could have told them but
hadn't. She was hoping Cilla would continue; THAT secret
would win hands down.

"And you never said anything?" Jean couldn't believe it.
Renate and Sonia were very close but she just couldn't
believe Renate was that good at keeping secrets.

"How long have you known?" Renate looked at Rick. They
both mentally did the calculations; Rick's "four months"
came just before Renate's "three and a half".

Jean was flabbergasted; not from the secret itself but
because she hadn't found out or been told for that long.

Cilla figured the reaction had been calm enough for her
to proceed. She released me and I let Sonia go so they
moved around until Cilla was now between us.

"There's one more thing I think you should know", she
said. Jean looked at her. "We've been lovers for a
while."

That was more of a surprise for Jean. She hadn't even
begun to really think even of petting with Trevor yet.
She WAS conscious of his penis when they cuddled, as he
was conscious of her soft breasts pressing against his
chest, but neither had made an overt move to make
physical contact with the other's "private" parts.

Cilla was a couple of years older than Jean but Sonia was
only her age and now she found she was the "old maid" in
the group.

Renate was here naked with Rick - Jean wouldn't have been
surprised now to hear that she too was sexually active!
She looked at Renate as she wondered if that was indeed
the case.

Cilla interrupted her musings. "I don't think you quite
understand. I said WE have been lovers."

She put her arms around both of us and this time kissed
Sonia passionately before turning to repeat the process
with me. We all smiled at Jean who sat down in the
shallows of the pool, stunned until she realised that
this too wasn't news to Renate.

"You bitch", she told her, smiling to take the sting out
of the harsh words. "You knew that too?"

She looked at Cilla. Her sister a lesbian; no - Bi? And
she hadn't even suspected.

She spoke to her sister. "I'll keep quiet on one
condition."

"What?"

"I want to be there when you tell Mum and Dad."

"You can be there - I'm not so sure I want to be",
replied Cilla.

Trevor wasn't stunned - he really didn't know us well
enough. He liked the idea though and wondered if the
tendency was genetic.

"You don't have to worry about me", he assured us.
"Fucking unbelievable!"

Cilla was relieved things apparently had gone down so
well. Maybe her parents wouldn't be such a problem. She
wasn't going to bet on it though.

It was time to ease the tension. I looked at Rick.
"Want to help set the net up?"

We had played water volleyball against the three girls
when Renate had first visited Rick with disastrous
results for Rick and myself. We might have a better
chance with two more players.

"Okay." He gave Renate a peck and swam to meet me by the
side. I climbed out and got the equipment. Rick took
one end and secured it while I took the other across the
pool.

Jean took the opportunity while I was out of the pool to
check out my equipment. While it was easy enough to deal
with her sister's male lover she wasn't quite ready to
have a heart-to heart with the female one. She had been
friends with Sonia for years and it was a bit hard to
think of her as a "sister-in-law".

Trevor came to help and Cilla joined her sister. "You're
okay with things?" she asked quietly.

"You could have told me earlier", she complained.

"You can imagine the reaction when THEY find out. We
were trying to keep things quiet for as long as
possible."

"I can understand that. It's a bit of a surprise
though."

"You think you're surprised. Imagine how I felt." She
smiled lovingly towards Sonia who was talking with
Renate. "I wouldn't change things though. I love them
both and it's wonderful to have two lovers."

Jean figured she would have to think that through.

"You don't have to keep your suit on you know." Cilla
tried to goad her sister into joining the naked throng.
"Why not throw your top over to the chairs at least. I'm
sure Trevor would appreciate it."

Jean hadn't found it uncomfortable having the other
people naked around her. You didn't really see anything
through the surface and with the chatter she hadn't been
under water to realise how visible one could be in
certain circumstances.

After the revelations she didn't want to feel like a
prude and was rather annoyed that she was missing out
when all the others had been having what they obviously
considered fun. She decided she WOULD give Trevor a
surprise and, while his back was turned, the bikini top
went sailing through the air to land dripping onto one of
the pool lounges.

She wasn't as sure about the bottoms but finally decided,
"What the hell! There's only a bit of hair to see.", and
stepped out of them too.

We boys had been talking about the make up of the sides.
7 players split into 4 and 3. This could most logically
be by sex or by sex partners (not actually expressed that
way and making no assumptions about the relationship
between Jean and Trevor). Rather than a mix up we all
favoured playing only with or against our partners and
decided to leave it to the ladies.

"Boy-Girl or Boys vs Girls?" I asked them.

Jean didn't mind and Renate had a mild preference to a
repeat of the battle of the sexes. Cilla and Sonia did
the maths and decide they preferred an "Us vs Them"
approach. Because they were rather more vocal, Jean and
Renate fell into line and swam under the net one way
while I swam back the other.

The three of us cuddled. It was supposed to be a
strategic team huddle but things got out of hand.

Trevor and Rick found themselves facing an unexpected two
bare pairs that weren't quite as concealed by the
shallower water on their side of the net. Trevor
realised he was the only one clothed and asked Jean if
she minded him joining the rest of us.

"How can I say no when I'm naked?" His bathers landed
near hers with an audible plop.

She looked down and then caught him grinning as he
watched her watching him. She blushed.

"Like what you see?" he asked cheekily.

"I hope it's only because the water's cold but I can't
see anything much."

Rick laughed at her comeback.

We got organised and the game began.

It was a walk over. Accustomed to each other, Sonia,
Cilla and I were able to work as a team whereas Trevor
and Rick tended to spend too long looking at their team-
mate's chests and not enough time watching the trajectory
of the ball.

To give them their due, the girls were also distracted
whenever one or other of the males leapt up to spike a
high flying ball and both sexes seemed to spend an
inordinate amount of time standing next to their partner
rather than covering the available area.

The rematch was just as bad and it was only in the third
game that they finally gave us a serious challenge and we
were beaten. I blame it more on us being more tired than
them by that stage but graciously conceded their win.

It was coming up to 10 pm and I asked if people were
interested in pizza for supper. They were and I got out
to dial through our order.

Jean needed a pit stop and, finally comfortable with the
rest of us around her, towelled herself off before
following me inside. I pointed out the way and watched
her cute butt disappearing down the corridor while I used
the phone.

She got back as I hung up and turned around.

She didn't have Cilla's red hair but her chest showed the
same sprinkling of freckles and her breasts had the same
fullness. She was hidden from the waist down, as was I,
by the counter between us.

"Thanks for being supportive", I told her. "I know Cilla
would have been a bit nervous telling you."

"That's okay. I can imagine what's going to happen when
Mum and Dad find out. I'm not so sure I want to be there
after all."

"That's why we were hoping to be a bit older before
people found out; it might make it a bit easier. It's
hard sometimes trying to appear as 'just friends',
especially for Sonia and Cilla I think."

"I wondered why she spent so much time over at Sonia's
house. She never used to. How long have ..., well, you
know."

"Remember your party?"

"Then!"

"Pretty well."

"Oh my god. And how did Renate find out? Did Rick or
Sonia tell her?"

"Ah, well, actually they caught us first, then we
explained."

"And they've kept quiet. I wouldn't have believe she
could keep a secret that long, but then I wouldn't have
thought Cilla could either."

"Cilla has had some incentive." I didn't mention that
Renate had her own secret; that was her business to tell
or keep quiet.

"What's likely to happen when your parents find out?" I
was interested if Jean anticipated the same problems as
Cilla.

"Mum will be upset, more by the sex before marriage
probably. She's always worried about pregnancy and one
of us ending up a single mother. I've been getting an
ongoing stream of lectures since I started going out with
Trevor."

"Cilla's missed out on most of that and it's funny really
because Mum keeps using her as an example of how I should
go out in groups more rather than just being with Trevor.
It's the same today where she basically threw us out with
you so we wouldn't go out alone. Thanks for 'inviting'
us though, it has been fun."

"That's all right. I understand what you're on about.
How will your Dad take it though?"

"He won't care so much about you and Cilla though he
wouldn't even suggest he approved, but Sonia! Wow! He
will go absolutely ape shit. He is s-o-o-o homophobic.
He is just as likely to do the old 'go and do not darken
my doorstep' routine except I don't think Mum would let
him go that far."

"Expect a few weeks of ranting and raving followed by a
few months of icy silence and then a couple of years of
grunted replies to direct questions. Maybe that wouldn't
be too bad after all - better than having him throw it in
your faces all that time."

She could now grin. Topic closed, I think.

"So does Trevor like your new look? Or isn't it so new
for him?" I teased.

Jean blushed again, the hue extending to the tops of her
breasts. I COULD tease her now; she had been cold
towards me on and off for a while, tending to see me as a
two-timing bastard between spells where her sister's
obvious affection for me brought me some favour.

"No. It's all new."

"Well if you need a hand arranging some privacy, for
anything, let Cilla know and we'll see what we can do,
even if it's only providing some cover. I do know what
it's like trying for a quiet smooch at your place. I
have nothing against your family, I want it to be mine as
well you know, but it is a bit hectic at times."

Jean agreed. "You don't have to tell me. Thanks. We
might need that one day."

"Well then, sister mine. Let's get those shrivelled up
prunes out the pool and ready for pizza. We walked out,
arm in arm and naked, and Cilla smiled when she saw that
we were getting on together after Jean's previous
ambivalence.

I dressed, casually, so as not to shock the delivery man
and brought the pizzas back to the others where Rick had
led them, still naked, to the games room.

Putting up with the obligatory lewd comment about keeping
one's balls on the table it was enjoyable watching the
players as we sat munching and occasionally cuddling.

No overt sexual activity but a little covert touching did
occur and Trevor even got bold enough to stand behind
Jean and put his hand on her bum.

She surprised him as she responded with a quick and
totally unexpected fondle of his balls as she turned away
from the table. She had just upped the ante and he
wasn't quite sure how much he should bet in turn. Was
she bluffing?

Seven healthy fit NAKED teenage bodies! (I had stripped
off again before joining them.) It was quite a pleasant
sight and we were soon all kissing our respective
partners as we passed by after making our shots or while
waiting our turns.

We were polite to the newcomers and didn't comment on the
state of a certain someone's member which he tried
unsuccessfully to keep out of sight. There would be sure
to be other opportunities to make fun later without
scaring them off straight away.

Actually Trevor's state was merely indicative of the
general desire for a little more privacy.

Trevor and Jean broke the party up by deciding it was
time to go and we watched them dress, a surprisingly sexy
activity in its own right, before saying goodbye at the
door. I didn't expect them to hurry home.

I turned out the lights in the games room when we came
upstairs. Rick was going to take Renate to his room, a
plan I had also had in mind for Sonia, Cilla and myself
until we had additional guests.

-----

Trevor manoeuvred through the light traffic with one had
on the wheel and one holding Jean's.

"Wow. What an evening!"

"Yes", agreed Jean. "I noticed you enjoying the view."

"Well you're such a scenic view I couldn't help it."

"It wasn't me in your sights."

"Okay. Guilty, I guess. But it's you I want to be with.
And you're much sexier than the others."

Jean squeezed his hand then released it and rested hers
lightly on his thigh.

His leg twitched with the unexpected contact then he
relaxed. They had been naked together for a couple of
hours and it seemed strange to be nervous after the
comfortable state they had enjoyed.

His mind kept coming back to the night's revelations. He
was envious - not of my having two girlfriends, although
the idea wasn't a turn off, but at the fact that we were
lovers and he was still trying to get past first base.

He tried to turn their conversation to sexual topics in
the hopes it might open up their relationship.

"So your sister's a rug muncher, eh? And you never
suspected?"

"No." Jean thought back over the last few months. Even
though the revelation helped her now make sense of a few
puzzling incidents, none of them struck her as "Oh, of
course. It's obvious now!"

"Any chance you would be into threesomes too?" Trevor
was stirring.

Jean looked at her boyfriend. She wasn't going to let
him get away with that. "Maybe. I wonder how well YOU
can suck a cock?"

Oops. Change tack. "No. I just meant I wouldn't mind
watching two girls. You know!"

"Well don't let me catch you peeping through Sonia's
window. I can see it from my room and I'll be keeping an
eye out for you from now on!"

"You don't have to worry. I'm more likely to be looking
though your bedroom window anyway. You're very beautiful
you know. Your body is gorgeous."

Jean blushed unseen when this brought back the memory of
her being naked with a group of her friends although it
has seemed quite easy at the time. Monday would be the
thing. Having to face them at school; knowing they knew
what was under her uniform and trying not to think the
same about them.

Her house was in darkness when they got back and Jean got
Trevor to park a little way back. He grabbed a coat from
the backseat and laid it between the seats to cover the
handbrake and gear shift. It was barely adequate but
Jean at least could turn around and lay across it to
nestle in his arms.

He held her and they kissed, softly and frequently at
first then capturing each other's lips and finally
exploring each other's mouths with their tongues.

Trevor had his arm in the middle of Jean's back and
ventured to release the catch that held her bikini
closed; it sprang apart under her blouse and she murmured
her acquiescence as she pulled his face against hers.

The steering wheel limited their movements until Trevor
thought to move his seat back. Perfect! Well, better.

Keeping his arm behind his girlfriend he eased the other
under the front of her blouse and over the cup of her
bathers. His first tit. He didn't think of it as an
accomplishment in it's own right however but rather as a
stepping stone.

He tried gently squeezing, paying attention to Jean's
responses as a means of judging his performance.

Things seemed to be moving along nicely and he looked
over her head without breaking away from her sweet
kisses. He checked front, sides and mirror to see they
were not being observed. All clear for now.

He thought about his promise to Jean's sister. It would
have made a good story but Jean had told him of my offer
of assistance and the possibilities seemed to be worth
his silence. At least he could tell his mates of their
nude evening though he doubted they would believe him.

Jean was enjoying the feel of his hand but thought it
would be nicer skin on skin. She reached under her
blouse and lifted the cup out of the way. Trevor
replaced his hand. "Yes. Much better", she thought.

Unfortunately she also thought they shouldn't stay out
there too long, which she considered a damn shame.
Things were moving along nicely and Trevor was now
playing with her nipple. If only he could get his other
hand in there too!

She decided he deserved a reward in addition to being
permitted to "cop a feel" so she slipped her hand down
and reached around the front of his pants until she found
a firm log. She squeezed and this time it was Trevor who
murmured to her.

She let her fingertips brush over the fabric, caressing
the object hidden below her. She had been eyeing it at
my place and considered it compared favourably with the
other male organs on view at the time.

She hadn't realised there was so much variation and the
sample set had been quite small. She gloated to herself;
Cilla might be more experienced but Jean reckoned that
she had ended up with a better prize than any of the
other three.

"Damn!" She couldn't wait for Monday to compare notes
with Sonia and Renate. That made her stop and think for
a second.

I had called her my sister now she knew Cilla and I were
lovers and she wondered how Sonia would treat her at
school. Monday certainly would be interesting.

Still it was Trevor who was showing an extreme interest
in her action right now. He was used to beating his meat
and recently had thoughts of Jean when doing so. Now
that reality was catching up with his imagination he
found there was a catch; a youthful male may be ready,
willing and able but he also had trouble braking.

It was embarrassing creaming his jeans but worth it. His
body had betrayed him though and he was concerned what
Jean would think. He didn't want to just stop and tried
to increase the stimulation so Jean could have an orgasm
too. He wasn't to know that the situation they were in
made that highly unlikely but at least he tried.

Jean did like what he was doing but it wasn't lighting
any fires. It didn't help that the gear shift was
sticking into her back and that she had had an early
morning.

Reluctantly she sat herself up and gave the young man a
simple kiss. "I'd better go in" She refastened the
bikini top just in case one of her parents was up.
"Perhaps we can go for a drive tomorrow?"

"Okay. What time?"

"How about 10; we'll have plenty of time then."

"Time for what?" Trevor thought. "Okay" he said.

Jean leaned in and kissed him again. Though her passions
rose she forced herself to break off. "See you tomorrow.
It's been nice. Drive carefully, you belong to me now."

Trevor said goodbye and watched the sexy young woman walk
away from his car. He started it and drove off,
contemplating parking and sneaking back to watch her
through her window as he had suggested. No. The promise
of tomorrow was enough for now.

She had made him think of peeping though and wondered if
she night not mind a nocturnal visitor if he was quiet.
He would have to check out the lie of the land in the
morning just in case the occasion arose.

-----

Rick and Renate said goodnight to us and disappeared down
the corridor. Renate would have to be home relatively
soon though she was given more leeway now and didn't have
to rush.

Cilla, Sonia and I went into the lounge and turned on a
late night movie. We had just missed the start but it
didn't matter and it was nice to just relax on the lounge
together and enjoy the comedy.

Cilla sat between us and we snuggled up under a light
blanket, more for privacy than warmth. Rick or Renate
could wander out, though this was unlikely, and Mum and
Dad would be home soon and any indiscretions would be
more easily concealed that way.

We slipped our hands in and around various items of
clothing and generally just caressed each other's wobbly
bits between occasional kisses.

Thus we were behaving respectably when my parents did
drive up and needed only a little hurried adjustment.

I went down to Rick's room and gave him a couple of raps
on the door to warn him, not that he was likely to be
disturbed, but why take chances.

I returned to the kitchen and turned the kettle on then
returned to the lounge to take orders. Dad was sitting
talking to the girls and Mum joined us in time to order a
cup of herbal tea.

When they finished their drinks with us they retired for
the night and after a look at the clock I supposed it was
also time for my loves to go too. Having Jean and Trevor
visit had spoiled the evening in some respects but we
didn't have to have sex EVERY time we got together.

It would have been nice though.

-----

I thought the car coming towards us looked familiar;
Trevor must have just left Cilla's house. That might
work out well for the sisters; if they had been out
together and got home around the same time then they
weren't likely to have got up to anything.

The only problem was this time it was the truth.

-----

Rick missed the knock on the door when my parents came
home. He shouldn't have; it was clearly audible.

But when you're asleep you don't always notice these
things.

After Jean and Trevor had left he had led Renate by the
hand to his room where they stood kissing behind the
closed door.

They didn't have to fumble with each other's clothes as
they hadn't bothered to get dressed when the rest of us
did.

Still embracing they crab-walked over to the bed and
collapsed laughing onto the narrow surface. Rick helped
her up and pulled down the covers. They got between the
sheets and wrapped themselves in their love.

After our holiday together Renate and Sonia had had a
"girl to girl" talk that resulted in Renate making an
appointment with her doctor a few days later.

It was the first time she had been there without her
parents and she was understandably nervous.

It turned out to be much simpler than she had expected
from Sonia's tale. Renate's doctor had been very
businesslike, checking her out and writing a script for
the contraceptive without any suggestion of providing
training in sexual matters.

Renate was relieved.

Since then she and her young lover had found a number of
opportunities to conduct their own self-directed
training. Their progress, slow but steady, had been most
satisfactory for both of them and she was eager to
practise some more.

They had avoided any excessive display when with me or
the girls and I have to admit that we reverted to being a
far less exhibitionistic as well.

While both Sonia and Cilla had swum topless with my
family (the pool tended to be a VERY casual area on most
occasions) I had kept my hands to myself; "that" wasn't
tolerated especially when my younger siblings were
around.

Renate hadn't been as "forward" in the pool as she had
that night and probably wouldn't have another opportunity
before next summer. Still, alone and under the covers
with my brother, she was uninhibited and passionate.

Though out of the novice class they still tended to
concentrate on vanilla sex; a bit of kissing, petting and
then fucking either missionary or with Renate sitting on
top.

Circumstances being what they were, their love-making had
unfortunately been somewhat rushed. They couldn't at her
house and lacked the wheels and funds to go elsewhere;
this left Rick's room where they normally ran the risk of
being interrupted.

Rick had gone down on Renate a couple of times though
she, after his premature explosion on her first attempt
at fellatio, wasn't as keen to return the favour yet.

That night they felt more relaxed than they had for
sometime. They knew, or reasonably suspected, that we
wouldn't disturb them unnecessarily and that our parents
wouldn't come knocking when they came home.

Rick wanted to give his lover the best time he possibly
could. He wanted to show her that he loved her and aimed
to concentrate on her pleasure. It was easy to accuse a
male, of any age, of only being interested in one thing.

In fact it is pretty hard to argue against that position
considering the evidence is normally obvious. However,
being ready 24 hours a day isn't the same as not being
able to do without or not being able to think about
something else as well.

Rick started at the top, kissing Renate's forehead, and
slowly worked his way down her beautiful young body as
she lay beneath him.

They both enjoyed French kisses; one's lips can be so
sensitive causing spine-tingling chills with just the
lightest brush of a lover's lips across them.

The meeting of tongues though goes well past the physical
contact, pleasurable though that may be, to thrill with
the intimacy of such activity; letting another person
enter your body, somewhat symbolically reminiscent of the
entry of another probing member through a distinctly
different pair of lips.

Think about who has access to your mouth; ignore the
surgeon seeking inflamed tonsils or white-coated agents
of the Tooth Fairy.

You suckle at your mother's breast; a comfort for the
child, a reward for the mother. (A little pleasure to
offset the eventual erupting teeth?)

You may have sucked upon a thumb as a toddler; but since
then?

The ingenue poses with digit poised between glistening
reddened lips; the temptress takes his pointing finger
and lets it slowly withdraw from her moistened orifice.

Only lovers go there.

And when they do, they, like Rick and Renate, find their
passions grow; and later, their hearts grow fonder in
remembrance.

Renate reached to hold the youth's rigid cock as his lips
brushed her cheek and his breath lightly tickled her ear.

His lips seized the shell of her ear and his tongue
flickered out to tease and tickle. He moved a smidgeon
and took her earlobe between gently biting teeth then
suckled from it before descending below the curve of her
jaw.

As he licked and kissed her neck (under threat of dire
consequences if he left a bruising mark) Renate sunk her
teeth into the shoulder presented to her. Rick jerked
with the sudden sensation of pain but she had done no
damage and he found it became a semi-constant reminder of
her presence.

Renate arched back exposing her throat and Rick worked
his way around the other side and then back.

"That's very nice", Renate complimented his efforts. Her
body under his hands echoed the sentiment.

Rick persisted for a little while longer before moving
his lips to the side of the flattened mound of her
breast.

Now tits were something he felt he DID know about; though
learning from his mistakes wasn't the best way from
Renate's point of view, she also felt he was making
progress.

Rick alternated between licking, sucking, nipping and
kneading; changing back and forth to arouse one nipple
while the other rested then swapping back once its
sensitivity had returned.

Renate knew young men could have a problem lasting and,
though she really had no-one other than me for
comparison, she felt that Rick probably also fell into
that category.

He always came before her on the occasions when she had
an orgasm but at least he stayed in the "race" until she
had been dated if not completely satisfied.

This night however she found her body responding to his
touch and she barely started stroking his lovely prick
before she found it taken away as he moved to bury his
tongue in her navel.

Renate's skin still had a faint chlorine tang from the
pool but Rick ignored that as he bathed the taut abdomen
laid out before him.

The smell of her sex seeped out as he raised the blankets
to bring her pussy into view. The bed wasn't long enough
for him to lay between Renate's thighs without getting
her to sit up; instead he turned around and lay beside
her, his chest dampened by her still wet belly as he
positioned his mouth on her pussy.

As he kissed her again and lapped at the juices Renate
reached up to hold the penis resting by her shoulder.

"Oh he makes me feel so good!" Renate turned her head
and took the tip of his cock between her lips.

Her tongue flicked over the end as Rick's buried itself
into the juicy hole he found between her thighs. They
both enjoyed the different tastes of their separate sweet
seepages.

"Now that's not bad", she thought. "Why does his cum
have to be so nasty then?"

As Rick got more involved at one end of the young woman,
her other end began to get more involved with him. She
reached around his hips and pulled him over her face to
improve her access.

Rick lifted his leg over her head, being careful not to
crash his knee into her nose, before returning to the
soppy cunt where he slurped as he felt Renate engulf his
prick.

She lifted her head off the pillow to swallow as much as
she could as he supported himself above her.

Her mouth gripped him as she sucked hard and let her head
drop back. His prick couldn't stretch so he either had
to let his hips follow or let it be ripped off.

When the suction eased off he relaxed his hips and slid
out of her warm wet mouth. That too felt good! He moved
back in, Renate's tongue swirling around his cockhead and
her teeth just grazing the shaft.

With his hands buried under her butt and his face buried
in her pussy, Rick slowly fucked in and out of Renate's
welcoming mouth.

While being careful not to push too hard or far (though
his body screamed to be allowed to bury the prong deep
down her throat) Rick started pumping a little faster.

"Oh-oh!" he thought as he felt the warning signs of an
impending orgasm. "That won't be appreciated."

Renate didn't need to wonder too much why her boyfriend
was moving away. She was more thankful he was
considerate enough to realise she didn't want him to come
in her mouth; once had been more than enough.

"Looks like I chose the right guy", she thought.

Rick got up and knelt on the floor before uncovering
Renate and encouraging her to turn sideways across the
bed. He put her legs over his shoulders, buried his face
back in the fragrant pussy and tongued her clit.

It wasn't long before Renate was spreading her fingers
through her own long hair, holding her head as she
thrashed it from side to side. She bit her bottom lip
and tasted blood as the sensations drove her over the
edge then had to twist her hips to get Rick to remove his
mouth from her pussy; she couldn't take any more just
then.

"Oh that was so good", she told him, adding in her
thoughts "I need this more often."

The occasions they had found for their loving had been
inadequate and Renate's experiences since their holiday
hadn't lived up to her introduction to sex. That was,
until then.

Rick got back onto the bed and used the top sheet to wipe
his face as he laid down by the naked, and satisfied, 17
year old girl. She rolled around so she could rest her
head on his chest and snuggled into her lover with a hand
on his still firm cock.

Rick stroked her back, rubbing up and down her spine and
occasionally passing his hand over the smooth skin of her
butt.

He gripped her shoulder, rubbed her neck and carefully
slid his fingers between the strands of her hair as he
held her to him.

Renate responded to the comfortable cuddle by poking her
tongue out to wetly caress his nipple. She continued to
stroke his cock as she played with his chest and felt his
excitement build again.

An awareness of his need restored her own and Renate
decided slow loving could wait for another night; Rick
wouldn't last long and she didn't want to prolong things
after that delightful orgasm.

She lifted her leg and passed it over his hip. Taking
less care than Rick had, Renate had to apologise for the
painful contact between her knee and his belly but the
injury was minor. ("What a carry on - I barely touched
him!") Rick's prick at least seemed unaware of the fuss,
and she tucked it safely away where it wouldn't come to
any harm.

With her hands on Rick's shoulders, Renate used his body
to steady herself as she rapidly rocked back and forth.

Her predictions were right and she had barely started to
pick up speed before she felt the throb and the spurts as
his cum was ejected and captured by her body.

Rick tried at first to match her tempo but decided
instead to simply lift his hips to allow Renate to make
the penetration as deep as possible. His prick was
eventually squeezed out of her soggy cunt while still
stiff and her movements trapped it between their bodies
where its slippery surfaced massaged her clit.

While not being able to claim any active credit for its
arrival, Rick witnessed the love of his life experiencing
a second orgasm within the space of ten minutes and he
was overjoyed that he had helped make her feel so good.

Renate leaned down to kiss him then climbed off and
donned his bathrobe to sneak down the corridor to the
bathroom. Though the noise of the television was coming
from the lounge she knew she was reasonably safe from
discovery by anyone other than the girls or I and THAT
wouldn't matter.

When she came back Rick sleepily embraced her and they
cuddled in the peaceful state satiation brings.

Within minutes they were asleep.

-----

The house was in darkness when I got home and I went
through the bathroom quickly then lay in my bed thinking
of what might have been and indeed what had been on
previous occasions.

My thoughts turned to fantasy. I lay there with a young
woman on each side. They rested their heads on my chest
and looked lovingly into each other's eyes as their
tongues laved my nipples.

My hands reached up to become their tongues.

Yes! That felt good! Don't stop!

I had my hand on their asses, kneading their butts as
they continued to stimulate my chest. Lying alone in my
bed I could feel their soft breasts against my sides.

Their hands played with balls and penis. I moved my
right hand down and cupped my sack before lightly moving
my encircling hand up and down my erection. A tongue
could still be felt where my left thumb strummed the
nipple.

Whoever was on the right side - Yes Cilla - was engulfing
me with her mouth; I licked my thumb and finger and
transferred the moisture to my cock, repeating the action
until the digital circle slid smoothly along the length
of my pole.

I imagined the fun we would share. Sonia's sweet pussy
over my face; Cilla's cunt engulfing me as I thrust into
her prone body while I watched Sonia grinding her hips
into Cilla's face; lying beside them as they lay head to
tail enjoying the taste of each other's juices.

It was enough and I reached for a handkerchief as "Cilla"
took my explosion in her mouth.

I cleaned up and lay there, a pillow on each side as my
fantasy ended with my arms around my lovers.

-----

Rick realise he had slept when he rolled over and put his
arm around Renate.

Not accustomed to sharing his narrow bed he found the
combination of a warm body on one side and the lack of a
mattress on the other was adequate stimulation to get his
brain in gear rather quickly. When he looked over at the
alarm clock his senses returned at an even greater rate;
ten past four!

"Oh Shit!"

Renate was supposed to be home by midnight normally
though Rick could then stay until around one. Renate was
going to be in trouble and Rick would be "persona non
grata" with her parents.

What to do?

He woke Renate up and his sense of urgency had her
sitting up in seconds. She echoed him, "Oh Shit!"

"The guest room is free. You can spend the rest of the
night there", offered Rick.

"No. That would be all right if my parents had okayed it
with yours beforehand, but not this way."

"Well I'd better walk you home then." Rick couldn't take
the car without getting permission first (unless he
wanted to lose access to it for the foreseeable future)
and didn't want to wake me for what was only a five
minute walk.

On the basis that a few minutes one way or the other
wouldn't make much difference now they took their time
and helped each other to dress

It was a comforting and loving experience with its own
tinge of eroticism that in other circumstances might well
have been a waste of time with them starting all over
again.

Cuddling against the chill air they passed from one
circle of light to the next along the deserted suburban
streets both wondering how Renate's parents would
respond.

-----

It turned out Renate's parents came home late themselves
that night and waited for quite a while past Renate's
curfew before going to sleep. Rick had to spend the
morning personally apologising and grovelling to them for
keeping their daughter out just to be allowed to visit.

Thus the "luckiest" partnership of the previous evening
ended up doing penance while Jean and Trevor got to
repeat their explorations in much more pleasant
surroundings and Sonia, Cilla and I got to spend a
glorious afternoon in Sonia's bed in her mother's
absence.

But regardless of the ups and downs over the weekend
there were seven young people who found love and pleasure
together and who all felt the weekend overall to have
been a success.

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