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Author: Dr. Gamble
Title: Blind Date
Summary: This story is a return to the "young
woman in trouble" scenario. A poor little rich
girl is kidnaped, raped, and then sold to our old
friend the evil doctor. She eventually meets up
with the same man named Dieter who we met in
story 14.
Keywords: MF nc rape Mdom violent tort bd oral
1st

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.

BLIND DATE

It all started when my girlfriend, Karen, set me up
with a blind date. I had just broken up with a guy
named Jake who was a lot more in love with himself than
me, something my friend Karen had been telling me all
along. The fact that our relationship hadn't worked
out at all became quite clear the night I finally
figured out that he just wanted to keep going with me
to see how far he could get into my pants. It seemed
that as soon as I told him that I liked him but that I
wasn't interested in having sex with him or anyone else
until I was married, everything came to a grinding
halt. To his credit he didn't try to force himself on
me or anything and we just sort of went our separate
ways.

Daddy was real happy. He didn't like Jake at all. He
didn't like his haircut or the tattoos or the earring
or really anything about him. Of course, Daddy would
never dream of doing anything like that since he's a
big corporate executive and, even though he grumbles a
lot, he works really hard. He calls me his princess
and I've pretty much figured how to get anything I want
out of him including my new car and my own charge
cards.

About a month after Jake, during summer vacation, my
friend Karen set up a blind date for me. Actually it
was her boyfriend, Don, who had this cousin named Rick
who was spending the summer at his house. Rick lived
up in north somewhere around Sacramento and was kind of
cute and very quiet so I didn't get to know very much
about him but. Of course since I hadn't been out in a
month it didn't take a lot to look attractive to me but
something about Rick seemed really sexy in sort of a
James Dean kind of way.

Anyway we went to a movie, some kind of action flik
that Don wanted to see, and Rick was a real gentleman
in spite of the action that Karen and Don were doing
all through the show. Afterwards, on the way home, we
stopped at a Denny's for something to eat. That was
when things started to get strange.

We went in and sat down and had just ordered our drinks
when this Hispanic gang showed up. Now I know Daddy
would shit if he knew, but we used to go all over L.A.
when we went out and seeing a gang was really no big
deal. In spite of the fact that I didn't think much of
it, Rick became really uncomfortable and he insisted
that we get out of that place like right now.

Just as we got up to leave this one gang member who
looked particularly mean and dirty recognized Rick. It
seemed that the two of them had spent some time
together in a police boot camp somewhere up in northern
California. It also seemed like they knew each other
before that and soon there was this discussion about
which one of them had screwed up some job they had both
been involved with. By this time the whole restaurant
had been asked to leave and we were all in the parking
lot with a growing crowd of people who were wondering
what was going on.

I looked for Karen and Don but couldn't see them and
then all at once Rick was on the pavement with a knife
in his stomach. Everybody started to run but I had
nowhere to go and just stood there until some guy from
the gang grabbed me by the arm and started to pull me
away. He was joined by two other guys who pulled me
over to a dark van sitting on the edge of the parking
lot and threw me inside.

I did everything I could to get away, screaming and
kicking at them but there was so much going on that I
don't think anybody heard me. Besides, it really
didn't matter what I did, I was little and they were
big and there were so many more of them than me. They
sort of sat on top of me until the van was out on the
street and then on the freeway.

The three guys seemed to be all about my age and
besides them there was a also girl who basically looked
just about as menacing as the boys were. Her name was
Rosa and she seemed to either be the girlfriend or the
slave of the group's leader, Antonio, since he treated
her like trash, and I couldn't really tell if she
wanted to be there or if she was with those guys
because she had to be. She picked up my purse and
started going through it but there wasn't much in it.
A couple of dollars, no drugs except for some Tylenol,
my lipstick, Kleenex, eye shadow and some personal
hygiene stuff was pretty much all that was in there
except for my driver's license and my Mastercard.

Antonio quickly yanked the license out of her hand,
almost losing control of the van, and became very
interested in my home address. He started asking me
all sorts of questions about where I lived like how
much was in my house as if they were planning on
robbing us, all of which made me angrier and angrier
until I blurted out that my father was an executive
vice-president with ExxonMobil and they had better let
me go or they would be in real trouble.

That was a big mistake because Antonio went into
another rage over the evils of the World Trade
Organization, multinational capitalism, and more
specifically, the petroleum industry. It was like the
more he talked, the more infuriated he got and it
became pretty clear that he felt personally ripped off
by corporations in general and especially ExxonMobil.
That was when he decided that it was up to him to
"teach those damn oil sons-of-bitches a lesson."

"Look little rich bitch," he began as his temper began
to subside . "You've been living pretty high off the
sweat of the working man for a long time now haven't
you? Well maybe its time for a little payback."

I looked at him, puzzled at just what he was getting at
until he finished explaining himself. Smiling at me he
added, "Now since you oil company folks have been so
used to fucking people like me for so long I think that
you're just going to have to fuck me for bus fare back
home. What do you think about that?"

He laughed while I looked at him in horror as it became
clear that he actually meant to rape me before letting
me go. I stared at Rosa and she just looked at Antonio
and then at the floor of the van. The other two boys
just grinned at him and then me as if they were hoping
to get their share of me as well.

Any doubt that I had that he was serious was then
erased when Antonio then ordered the other two boys to
blindfold me and tie my hands behind my back. "We
don't want you getting away from us now," he explained.
"And we really don't want to deal with your daddy's
corporate police trying to come and find us either.
All we need is a little share of those unjust profits
he's been collecting." Then he added, "It's all your
fault you know. A little rich bitch like you should
carry some condoms with her. You never know when
you're going to need to earn bus fare to get back home.
Don't they teach you that kind of stuff in those rich
kid private schools?"

I was placed in the back of the van under one of the
seats and we drove for what must have been a couple of
hours on what seemed mostly to be city streets, before
the van finally stopped. I could hear traffic not too
far away like we were near a freeway somewhere and I
guessed that we were still the city but I had no idea
where. Once the van stopped I was taken out and led
into a house and placed in a small room.

I tried get Rosa's attention after she removed my
blindfold and proceeded to untie my hands but she
wouldn't look at me. The room I was in looked like a
small bedroom in a crack house. The one window was
covered with wood so I couldn't see out and the only
furnishings consisted of an old smelly mattress on the
floor. Once Rosa finished untying my hands the guy she
was with turned out the bare bulb on the ceiling and
they locked me in for the night.

I didn't really sleep, being way too anxious about what
they were planning, but did doze a little. Certainly
they just wanted money, I thought to myself. Daddy
would give them money and I would be safe. All that
talk from Antonio about raping me was just to scare me
so I wouldn't run away. Antonio would never do
something like that with his girlfriend Rosa around.

I was wrong.

The next morning there was a little light in the room
as small slits of sunlight leaked in around the wood
covering the window, giving a soft glow to the heavy
air. Not long after sunrise Antonio unlocked the door
and came into the room, accompanied by eight other boys
including the two who had been in the van the day
before. One of the boys had a small video camera,
probably something they had stolen and was taking
pictures as he entered.

Antonio motioned for him to put the camera down and
then he turned to me. "Okay honey," he began. "This
is what we're going to do today. We're going to make a
little movie to send to daddy with our ransom demand.
Now we want daddy to know that you're all right so we
want you to look like you're having a good time here,
okay?"

I nodded and the boy with the camera started taping
again as Antonio stood behind him. "I want you to show
daddy that we didn't put any marks or scratches on his
little girl. You know how we are going to do that?
You're just going to have to take those clothes off and
show us."

I stood there staring at him in disbelief. Just what
did he have in mind? I was supposed to take my clothes
off in front of him and this video camera? How much
was I supposed to take off and then what was going to
happen? We both knew that he certainly wasn't going to
stop making demands once I had taken my clothes off for
him.

I didn't actually do anything until he yelled, "Come on
you fucking bitch! Get those fucking clothes off!
Now!"

A million things went through my mind as I began to
unbutton my blouse. Here I was stripping for his video
tape which my Mom and Dad would be looking at while
they knew I was doing it in front of this gang of
demented guys. As if that weren't humiliating enough,
who else was going to see this thing. I remembered in
junior high that a girl in my class had lost the top of
her bathing suit and somebody had taken a picture of it
and like it was all over the school. This thing would
probably end up all over the internet or something so
that people I don't even know would forever be ogling
me in my underwear.

That was where I ended up, in my underwear. Antonio
just stared at me and then gestured as if he wanted me
to go further. Shoes and socks, I thought to myself,
and so I slowly took those off as well, thinking that
now he would be satisfied. However, it was quite
apparent that he wasn't.

"See," I said meekly, looking up at him and quickly
down at myself again. "No marks or scratches."

"I'll give you some marks and scratches you little
bitch," he said in a quiet but incredibly frightening
monotone. "Stop fucking around and take that shit off.
Now!"

As I took off my top in front of them my fear of him
hurting me suddenly subsided and I became extremely
self conscious about my nakedness. The whole thing
became so incredibly humiliating as if removing that
little layer of cloth which had been covering my
breasts also somehow removed a big part of my courage.
The tightening knot in my stomach only added to my
stress once I began to assess the possibilities of all
the things they could be planning on doing to me.

My bra hit the floor.

My breasts aren't real big or anything and I had always
been told that it didn't really matter how big they
were. Anyway, they were mine and I hadn't really
showed them to anybody except maybe Jake. But right
then I could literally feel that video camera scanning
them and when I finally looked up it was so
embarrassing to have every eye in the room staring at
my chest. Of course Antonio was not impressed and made
another of his gestures, this time a downward motion,
clearly indicating that he wanted me to drop my panties
as well.

Now showing your breasts to a bunch of strange men and
a video camera is one thing but exposing your bare
pussy to them is a whole different matter. It was a
degradation which I was definitely not anxious to
experience but as I looked at Antonio it was clear that
I wasn't going to have much choice.

Figuring the sooner I got it over with the better off I
would be, I quickly reached down and slipped my panties
down to my knees letting them drop down around my
ankles. Then I stepped out of them sort of keeping my
hands in front of me, masking myself from their
collective view and that of the camera as much as I
could.

Antonio just smiled that strange eerie smile again
before pulling a strange looking black leather mask out
of the small cloth bag he had been carrying while the
camera continued with its closeup tour of my naked
body. He handed the mask and the bag to one of the
boys and then began to take his clothes off as well.
"You little white rich girls don't get to meet guys
like us very often," he began as he pulled his t-shirt
off over his head. "You see us on the street and you
act like you're just a little bit too good for guys
like us. Well we are just going to have to see how
good you really are now."

Undoing his belt he let his jeans slowly fall down
around his knees before stepping out of them. He
wasn't wearing any underwear and when he slipped the
mask over his head, that was all he was wearing.

Just before Jake and I broke up we had gone out to a
movie. I don't remember the movie but there weren't
very many people in the theater and we were like in the
last row. Anyway, I had allowed him to get his hand
under my sweater and he had been sort of massaging me
through my bra for a while until he unexpectedly
slipped his hand underneath it, cupping my breast in
the palm of his hand.

The abrupt coolness of his hand on my bare breast was
sort of startling and I sat up straight taking a gulp
of air, my left hand falling into his lap. My hand
actually fell right onto his firmly erect penis which
was bulging in the crotch of his pants so that I was
holding onto it roughly the same way he was holding my
breast. Since I hadn't intended to touch him there I
was kind of embarrassed and didn't know what to do but
Jake did. With his other hand he swiftly undid his fly
and that thing jumped out of his pants like it was
alive right into my hand. Jake then leaned over and we
started kissing, like really heavily with tongues.

Unlike his hand, his penis felt very warm and while
kissing him I began to explore it with my fingertips.
I had always thought that a penis would feel kind of
like a finger only a lot larger but it wasn't like that
at all. It was strangely firm and rigid covered with a
tight skin which sort of slid over whatever was hard
underneath it. The underside of the shaft seemed the
most sensitive and Jake would get real tense when I ran
my fingers along that part.

However, the most responsive area seemed to be the soft
cap that covered the top end. It had an altogether
different texture and was both smooth and soft. The
little slit opening on the tip of the cap was moist,
which I remembered from health class was supposed to
be, and Jake almost went crazy when I softly touched
him there or along the little ridge where the soft cap
joined the rigid shaft.

By this time he had my bra pushed up around my neck and
was softly pinching at my erect nipples as he squeezed
at my breasts. I was starting to get really turned on
and I think Jake knew it. He began to kiss me again
while his hand slowly moved off my breasts and slid
down across my tummy. I really didn't want him down
there but with my hand fondling his penis what was I
going to do?

His hand eased in under the elastic of my panty briefs
and very soon it was covering my entire pussy. I could
feel his fingers dividing my lips as they began to
explore around down there and I knew whatever he was
planning on doing next was pretty likely to hurt and
just as I was going to try to stop him, his fingers
suddenly lurched out of me. He firmly squeezed the
mound of my pussy as his whole body tensed and then
both my hand and forearm were greeted with a flood of
liquid as he moaned and pulled me tightly against him.

At first I had no idea what was happening until it
occurred to me that he was actually having an orgasm.
I mean that I really didn't think that he was peeing on
me or that somehow a blood vessel had burst down there
but the whole thing came as such a surprise to me that
I really didn't realize right away what was happening
to him. It was clearly not something Jake had planned
on either and he became really embarrassed by the whole
thing. I had some Kleenex in my purse which helped at
least some although it seemed like it was really wet
everywhere and we sort of put ourselves back together
just as the movie was ending. After everyone else had
left we escaped out the fire exit into the back parking
lot and made our way back to his car and back home
without anybody seeing us.

After that night Jake somehow got the idea that I owed
him something, like he had the right to get back into
my underpants again and that was what eventually led to
our breaking up. Actually I really wished that it was
Jake walking across the room toward me at that moment
because I was pretty sure that he wouldn't hurt me just
for the sake of hurting me like it looked like Antonio
was getting ready to do.

Antonio was a little shorter than Jake but that pillar
of flesh which was growing out of his black bushy
crotch was certainly not any smaller and seemed a lot
more threatening. While I had seen many pictures of
them and had even touched Jake's, this one didn't look
at all like I had thought it would. His penis was all
dark and knobby with fibrous veins running all over it,
originating in a tuft of scraggly hair where it
connected with a large hanging leathery sack which
dangled down between his legs. Actually as he
swaggered over to me, his organ swelling in size as he
walked, everything about him seemed dreadfully
menacing.

Fully aware that any resistance was futile I just stood
there until he was right in front of me. He knew I was
looking at his growing erection and must have pretty
much knew the fear, stress and humiliation I was going
through. I didn't know what exactly he was planning on
doing but it was crystal clear that whatever it was, it
was going to involve raping me.

He stood in front of me only for a moment and then
placing one hand on my shoulder pushed me down on my
knees in front of him. His swelling cock was right in
my face at that point and he began pushing it into my
face, against my lips and then jabbed the thing into my
mouth. I thought about biting it but I somehow knew
that wouldn't have been a good idea.

His penis filled my mouth and tasted like a mixture of
salt and urine which made me wonder when was the last
time he washed himself. I was pretty sure his sense of
hygiene was about as well developed as his sense of
manners. That combined with his shoving the thing all
the way into my mouth and halfway down my throat caused
me to gag and struggle for breath while he held my head
and forced me to stroke it in and out of my mouth

This went on for some time until I really didn't think
I could take it anymore. I was beginning to become so
frightened that I was going to suffocate or that I
would just sort of come apart right there in front of
everyone that I didn't know how much longer I could
last. The one thing I knew was that I couldn't allow
him to take control of me. Somehow, no matter what
happened, I had to keep control of myself especially
since who knows who would be seeing their video of me.
Besides, I thought to myself, no matter what he forces
me to do, this jerk is simply not good enough to take
away my identity.

One way or the other, Antonio apparently didn't think I
was good enough for him or that I wasn't doing a good
enough job to please him and finally pulled his
disgusting organ out of my mouth. Of course that
wasn't entirely a good thing since as soon as he pushed
me down on my hands and knees on the mattress it was
pretty apparent that the foreplay session was over and
it had become time for him to rape me. He walked
around behind me while at the same time pushing my
bottom around so that I was sideways to the camera and
then knelt down between my legs after spreading them
apart. It all happened about that fast but then he
paused as the boy with the camera got into position
closer to us. I took a deep breath and waited for what
had to be coming next but instead of him doing what I
thought he was going to do, one of the other boys
walked over to him and handed him the small bag that he
had come in with. He reached into the bag and pulled
out a razor and shaving cream and very soon after that
I felt the cold gooey foam being sprayed all over my
pussy.

"You sure keep this little baby all neat and trimmed
don't you," he laughed. "It's as if you were expecting
visitors." This elicited a laugh from some of the
other boys who were closely watching what he was doing.
"I do like them clean and smooth. It makes nicer
pictures and it's just so much easier to get at
everything."

He wasted no time in shaving me and I did everything I
could to hold myself still while he did it. I had
always had a hard time shaving my legs without cutting
myself and didn't even want to think about being cut
down there as he scraped away at my pubic hair.
Amazingly enough he finished without cutting me once
after which he used the empty bag to wipe off the
residual shaving cream.

Finally, to the amusement of the crowd and I suppose
for the still running camera, he leaned down and kissed
my bare pussy. "There you are," he announced. "You're
as smooth as a twenty year old bourbon."

Under the circumstances I could really have cared less
and while I took a deep breath, my moment of relaxing
was interrupted by him poking me with his now very
erect penis. "Oh damn. I forgot my rubber." He
laughed and then continued, "Oh well. It doesn't
really matter. You're pretty clean aren't you little
bitch?" As if I was the one who should be concerned
about personal hygiene.

This time it was for real and as he began to push his
ugly, stiffened, bloated pillar of flesh between the
lips of my cleanly shaved pussy I fought to somehow
concentrate of relaxing myself. I was certain the only
way I would survive this atrocity would be to keep my
wits and somehow deal with the pain and humiliation as
best I could. I mean this kind of thing must happen to
women all the time all over the world. If they could
do it, I could do it.

Then, before I could think about it, I was penetrated
for the very first time. There was a really sharp pain
in the opening to my vagina as he ruptured my hymen,
violently shredding it and my innocence in one moment,
and then making it literally burn from the abrasion of
his dry erection while he viciously forced himself up
into my private being. The thing pushed so far up into
me that it actually seemed like it was poking at the
bottom of my stomach before he pulled it out again,
scraping my freshly injured vaginal opening from the
other direction.

He repeated this same routine over and over and it took
every bit of strength within me to keep from screaming
but somehow I endured it. Fortunately, after what
seemed like an eternity but was probably only a
fraction of a minute, my natural body lubrication
kicked in and the pain of his invasion began to
subside. Actually the moistness wasn't entirely
lubrication since when I felt something warm running
down my leg I looked down to see a thin trickle of red
meander its way down my thigh to the mattress.

"Hey you popped something there boss!" the cameraman
exclaimed as he moved around me for a better shot.
"You ripped her wide open!" He then started to work on
closeups of my legs and lower body as Antonio continued
to plunge himself into me with increasingly greater
intensity. Each stroke he took seemed harder than the
last and it took all the effort I could muster just to
keep from collapsing onto the mattress as he brought my
abdomen to a whole new level of cramping soreness.

I had been concentrating so hard on dealing with his
fleshy stake pounding in and out of my pussy that when
he suddenly stopped and rammed himself into me as far
as he could I didn't realize what was happening. Then
as he tensed up and grunted a couple of times and I
felt my whole bottom become awash with his fluid it
finally dawned on me that he was coming inside me.
Throughout my whole ordeal right up to that point I had
been so worried about being physically harmed that the
horror of my being made pregnant hadn't even entered my
mind. Now that one thought overwhelmed my entire being
and I began to scream and struggle from an energy
source I didn't even know I had left.

My actions only resulted in angering the man raping me
and he first punched his stake into me all the harder
and grabbing a fist full of my hair pulled my head up
while yelling at me to "Shut the fuck up." Knowing
that I wasn't really accomplishing anything I stopped.

My mind immediately flashed on something which had
happened earlier that morning. I had been sitting
sleeplessly alone in the room and while I waited I
noticed a mosquito fitfully flying around me, coming
closer and closer to me until it gently landed on the
back of my hand. Slowly it stuck itself into my skin
and began to draw my blood into its own body. Somehow,
after all that had happened I couldn't bring myself to
killing it and just watched it until it withdrew its
sticker and flew away. I had this mental image that
this man was like that mosquito, sticking his thing
into my body and sucking the life right out of me until
I was just an empty shell of my former self. Was that
my fate? I wondered at what point I would forget who I
was and accept my seemingly inevitable role as nothing
more than a living purveyor of male sexual
gratification.

Shit, I thought to myself. Who am I kidding here.
I'll probably die from AIDS anyway.

Antonio pulled himself out of me, making a vulgar wet
popping sound as he did it. Handing the camera to
another of the men the cameraman quickly replaced him.
He was somewhat smaller and in spite of all the wetness
down there his impulsive speed and ferocity brought me
to a new level of grotesque torment. His painful
assault stopped abruptly when two older Asian men in
black business suits showed up and I don't think he
came before withdrawing and leaving me to drop down
onto the blood and cum soaked mattress.

"Antonio," one of them began without noticing me.
"It's time to pay off your Visa card.

"Yeah," the other one added. "The Bank of America is
looking for its money. Now."

I didn't get all the details but it apparently involved
a loan he had made with them to wholesale some drugs
and they were demanding that he come up with the cash
to pay them back right at that moment. Antonio began
to argue with them telling them that they would get
paid just as soon as he was paid. They didn't buy that
reasoning so he went on to tell them about me and that
he was holding me for ransom and that he was sure to
have the money for me before the day was over.

"Yeah, I noticed her," the one man said looking over at
me. "You know you see a pretty little lady like that
and you just ask yourself how in the hell a naked white
girl could have ended up in a place like this."

"I'll tell you what we're going to do," the other man
then said to Antonio. "We're going to make you a deal.
We'll back off this loan thing, but we're going to
handle the ransom demands for this little girl. So you
just sit tight and we'll take care of everything from
here on out."

This wasn't what Antonio wanted to hear and he
exploded. "Big cartel. Organized crime. All that
means is big business, big government. And just like
big government it means that you are always dealing
with bunches of bureaucrats. Sons of a bitch middle
managers that don't know what the hell they are doing
but are sure as hell ready to tell you what to do. You
assholes will get this thing so screwed up it will
never. . . ."

He never got to finish his sentence because at that
point one of the two men grabbed him while the other
one buried his fist into his stomach and then took a
couple other wacks at him until Antonio was passed out
on the floor. One of the men took the video camera and
then announced to everyone that everybody should just
wait until they heard from them. The other guys in the
room didn't move and even waited until the two guys
left before going over to check on Antonio.

He was out cold for quite a while during which time the
boys sort of lost interest in raping me. They flipped
the mattress over so that the dry side was up and while
I sort of crouched in the corner of the room trying to
make myself as small as I could, they put him on it.
By the time he started to come around again a guy they
called "Doc" showed up to take care of him.

They had hit Antonio hard enough to break some of his
ribs and while the "Doc" was wrapping him up he, of
course, noticed me. He stopped to sort of look me over
and then started asking Antonio all sorts of questions
about who I was and what I was doing there. All of
these questions only served to add to Antonio's
nervousness and after trying to avoid answering them as
much as possible finally signaled to one of the guys,
the cameraman who had tried to rape me before the two
men showed up, to get me out of there.

He led me out of the room to an adjacent bathroom which
had a shower stall in it and told me to clean myself up
since I was a mess. He was right. My hair was a mess,
my eyes and face all flushed from my and from
crying and my bottom half all covered with Antonio's
and my own body fluids.

The shower at least worked and they seemed to have soap
and shampoo. The one thing about it that was really
creepy was that the guy decided he had to stay and
watch me shower and talk to me although I don't know if
he was trying to impress me or scare me or if he just
needed someone to talk to who couldn't tell him to shut
up. Anyway, I did find out about who this "Doc" was.

"The Doc was really interested in you honey," he began.
"Yeah the Doc's a great guy. He told me that he
thought you were just the cutest little thing. Of
course you are a little older than those young flat-
chested hairless lolitas he usually goes for. See
Honey, the Doc got his license lifted when he was
discovered diddling around with young runaways who he
would talk into posing nude for quick cash. It wasn't
the pictures so much as some of the other stuff that
really got folks excited. What'd he call it? Rape
art. Yeah. That was it, rape art. He did this whole
exhibition made up of paintings, you know, works of art
created from the act of rape. Sort of a mixture of
paint and body fluids. Kind of like finger painting
but a bit more adult. The publicity killed him. See,
things got a bit tense when some of his art models
recognized him and decided to press charges. That's
when he came down here to Mexico."

Mexico! That's why it took so long to get here. They
must have taken me to Tijuana. I guess I looked
somewhat startled when he said that because he added,
"Oh! Big surprise! You didn't know you were in Mexico
did you? Be careful not to drink any of that water
now."

He had just started to get undressed himself, I suppose
to rape me there in the shower, when Rosa came in. She
just stared at him and without another word he quickly
put his shirt back on and quickly left. Rosa didn't
say anything but gave me a towel and left some clothes,
probably hers, and then left again. I guessed that
this kind of thing wasn't all that unusual in her
relationship with Antonio and I somehow felt sort of
sorry for her.

Once I was dressed she returned and took me to her
room. She told me quite plainly that she was going to
keep me away from Antonio and that from now on if I
needed anything to ask her for it. Then she locked me
in the room and didn't return until she brought me
dinner that evening.

I don't know where she was that night but after it got
dark the police showed up and surrounded the house. In
the confusion the cameraman broke the door down and
took me with him out of the back of the house and
through a small hole in the wall along the back yard
into a neighboring house which we passed through into
the next street.

The story he told me was that those men weren't the
police but part of some kind of white slavery
organization and that we had to get out of there
because they had come to pick me up. "I'm taking you
to the Doc," he told me as we ran along several dark
streets. "He will take care of you until we can get
you back to the states and back home again."

I didn't know if I should believe him or not, since
what I knew of the "Doc", he didn't seem like the
safest person to go to. On the other hand I knew that
I wasn't very safe where I had been either and I really
didn't know even if that had been the police what they
would have done with a little white American girl.

We soon enough reached the "Doc's" house and he was
waiting for us. That was when I found out that it had
all been a lie. The cameraman told the "Doc" that my
father must have traced me to their place in Tijuana
and so he could sell me for a good price. They haggled
between themselves for a while and although I don't
know the final amount, the "Doc" decided it to be a
fair price for "someone who is just too damn hot to
have around." He added quite matter-of-factly, "As far
as the police or anyone else is concerned my little
one, you never even existed. Anyway, I'm not
particularly interested in ransoms and kidnaping. I'm
interested in doing some research and you're going to
help me."

He had prepared a needle which contained some kind of
sedative and before I realized what was happening, the
cameraman was holding me down and the "Doc" was
sticking the needle into my rear. I don't know what
was in it but the injection took hold within a few
seconds, causing me to collapse onto the floor. It was
a strange stuff because while I was still in a state of
semiconsciousness I couldn't move my arms and legs.

They soon had me stripped naked once again and
following a quick once over examination by the "Doc",
instead of the certain rape which I struggled to
prepare myself for, I was dressed again. However,
instead of my other clothes I was first given one of
those adult diaper things and then a pair of cotton
pajama bottoms and a cotton tank top both of which
seemed to fit rather loosely.

The "Doc" then dragged a large wooden crate into the
room which was all padded on the inside and the two of
them placed me in it. He then hooked me up to an IV
bottle, I was gagged and then he closed and locked the
top shut before loading it and me into some kind of a
truck. The box had apparently been designed for
transporting people with a ventilation system built
into it and the padding was sort of form fitting and,
all things considered, actually rather comfortable. I
was taken to an airport where after a rather protracted
argument in Spanish with someone I was loaded onto an
airplane. It seemed to be some kind of jet and the
ride was both long and bumpy. I was drifting in and
out of consciousness but I know that we landed at least
three times before the box I was in was finally taken
off the plane.

I couldn't exactly tell where I was but I deduced from
the conversations I heard that I was somewhere in
Argentina, South America. The box was moved around a
couple of times and then I was loaded onto what seemed
to be a smaller propeller airplane. That flight was
both much bumpier and much shorter and after about an
hour or so we landed again.

This time the box was unloaded and opened up in a room
which looked kind of like a hotel room but with locks
on the door like a jail cell. The "Doc" was there with
another large man and after he disconnected the IV from
me and took off my gag, the two of them lifted me out
and laid me on the bed.

"You're either dehydrated or you have some fantastic
control," he laughed. "Look at that. She's still
dry." He took off my top and my pajama bottoms along
with the still unused diaper and put me between the
sheets on the bed adding a blanket over the top. They
both left me there after taking the box and being
careful to lock the door on their way out.

I fell asleep after that and when I woke up again the
"Doc" was there with a breakfast tray. I wasn't at all
hungry, actually I felt like throwing up, but I found
that I could move again and managed to get out of bed
to the bathroom before vomiting everything inside of me
into the toilet. The "Doc" seemed a little concerned
about this but not particularly surprised and went away
with his tray after leaving a bottle of some kind of
fruit juice for me to drink. After a few hours he
returned for me and then after giving me a clean white
bathrobe and a pair of sandals, led me off to his
laboratory.

The research he had been talking about involved natural
human breast development and he was all too
enthusiastic to tell me all about it. On the way to
the laboratory he explained that by using vacuum
treatments he had some success in making breasts larger
but they tended to just become floppier. What he
wanted was to develop them so that they were nice and
firm but still "bountiful" as he called it.

The lab was truly an expression of his work. It looked
pretty much like one would expect a doctor's
examination room to look like except it was
considerably larger and the walls were literally
covered with pictures of women's breasts. It was
bizarre, but not nearly as bizarre as what he told me I
was going to be used for.

"See," he explained as he pulled down a chart showing a
diagram of a breast, "the breast is mostly made up of
just fatty tissue. That's why it doesn't matter how
big the breast is as far as milk production is
concerned. It would be just a sack of fat if it
weren't for the breast support ligaments or, more
properly, Cooper's ligaments. Now if you want to
create the perfect natural breast you would have to
somehow strengthen these ligaments. The problem is
that they're just not that strong to begin with, which
is why breasts get droopy with age or when you girls
don't wear enough breast support since it seems that
once those ligaments get torn or stretched they just
don't repair themselves very easily."

He led me to a large chair and after taking my robe sat
me down. Then he strapped my wrists to the arms and my
ankles to the legs so that I was sort of sitting like
in an electric chair waiting for execution. Actually,
its similarity to an electric chair was not all that
far off.

Going over to one of the counters against the wall he
quickly started pulling things out of the drawers and
while continuing to talk to me he busily worked with
the various pieces of equipment on the counter-top.
"I'm really happy to have found you, my little
Fraulein. The chance to actually try these things out
on living tissue is something I have been looking
forward to for some time now. You see up until now
I've been spending a lot of my time hanging around down
in Mendoza listening to my police scanner for young
women who are accident victims so that I can get to the
mortuary in time to pay off whoever's in charge in
order to get fresh breast samples to study. Let me
tell you, those cute little babies you've got there are
really hard to come by."

He turned around holding two things which, following
our previous conversation, had to be breast cups except
that they looked like they were made of metal with
wires coming out of them. He walked over to me and
strapped them over my chest so that they fit snugly
over my breasts. "Eventually I came up with this
device which utilizes an exercise system as a
substitute for surgery to improve the health and
elasticity of the Cooper's ligaments toward making the
whole breast structure firmer and shapelier." Taking
the wire leads from the breast cups he ran them over
the side of the chair, plugging them into a box with
dials and meters on it that he had set out on the
counter.

"I'm going to be careful here but you've got to
remember that these things have only been tried out on
inanimate tissue up until now." He clicked on a couple
of switches and then turned back to me again. "Did you
ever make frog legs jump? You know, like in biology
class where if you put electrodes on a frog leg it will
twitch?" I didn't say anything so he just continued.
"Well that's sort of what this does. You're going to
feel a little tingly in your chest as I introduce mild
electrical pulses into your breast ligaments."

He turned up one of the dials on the box and I began to
feel a pulsing sensation in my breasts, first one and
then the other was momentarily seized by the electrical
stimulation before it was allowed to relax again. At
first startled by the sensation, I screamed in spite of
the fact that I fully knew that I would feel something,
but he immediately turned down the strength of the
impulse until it was just sort of irritating.

He continued to observe my reactions as he turned at
the dials sending the pulses through different parts of
my breasts until finally he seemed satisfied with what
the machine was doing to me. "You see little one," he
explained, "these exercises have to be kept subtle so
as not to stretch those ligaments too much. We want to
strengthen them, not tear them."

He went back to his work on the bench and I just sat
there for what must have been several hours with that
thing tugging away at my chest. I couldn't see what he
was doing since much of the time he was working behind
me but from his continued babbling about muscle tone
and electrical stimulation it was pretty clear it was
all going to involve me at some point. He finally
stopped when an alarm clock went off on the counter and
that was his signal to turn off the device attached to
my chest. He removed the metal bra thing and then
began hand massaging my breasts.

I supposed that he was testing out the success of his
therapy but then I noticed the growing bulge in his
pants and it became clear that he was interested in
something altogether different. Without saying a word
he released a lever on the chair I was sitting on and
soon enough I was laying flat on my back, my legs still
held apart by the straps on my ankles. He walked back
in front of me and without removing his eyes from my
bound naked body slowly opened his pants releasing his
pillar of manhood to swing out in front of him.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable but after
a while nothing happened and I opened them again to
find the "Doc" unrolling a condom onto his anxiously
anticipating erection. Looking up at me he smiled and
simply said, "Never can be too careful these days."

I didn't know whether that was an insult or that I
should have been grateful for his concern for not to
making me pregnant but he didn't stop to explain. As
soon as he had the thing on to his satisfaction I could
feel it poking at my pussy and then with one grunt he
forced himself into me. It didn't hurt as much as
before, I think he was somewhat smaller than Antonio
and the condom was a whole lot slipperier, but it was
certainly not a painless experience, at least not at
first.

Eventually, however, it seemed as if my body began to
respond to the constant stimulation as he stroked in
and out of me and I suppose with the knowledge that
nothing permanent was going to come of this little
episode I even began to feel a bit turned on by it. I
had never really thought of the possibility of being
raped by someone who believed in safe sex but I really
didn't have much time to think about it anyway since
soon enough he was pressing himself into me and
grunting as he ejaculated.

He quickly pulled out of me and then disappeared for a
few minutes before returning and unstrapping me from
the chair. Without a word he gave me my robe back and
led me back to my room where I showered, ate the meal
he brought me and then fell asleep.

The next morning I was awakened, fed and then brought
back to the lab where I was once again hooked up to the
breast stimulator machine. The "Doc" went to work on
some things he had laid out on the counter which I
couldn't exactly see from where I was, but it looked
like it involved more electronic equipment. Maybe
because I appeared concerned that whatever it was,
since I knew that eventually I was destined to be in
intimate contact with it, he began talking to me again.

"You sure are a lot nicer than most of the subjects
I've had here," he began. "Actually there hasn't been
anyone here in almost a year now. I was doing some
chemical experiments at the time for a client who was
interested in finding a way of increasing the female
sex drive. It seemed that he had a problem finding
ways to make some of his girls submissive enough at one
of his brothels. He sent a couple of them up here and
we tried all sorts of aphrodisiacs, internal and
external, down their throats and up their pussies but
nothing seemed to have any sort of lasting effect. But
I learned something."

He walked over to me and lowered me down on my back.
At first I thought that talking about working on those
prostitutes had somehow gotten him turned on but he
went back to the bench, this time returning with a
shiny metal probe, about an inch or so in diameter and
around six inches long.

"This is what I came up with," he explained. "You see,
you can't force somebody to get turned on. They've got
to want to. But you can sure help them get there by
focusing their thinking on their genitals."

He held the thing in front of me, I suppose so that I
could get a good look at it, and then leaned down and
spreading my vaginal lips apart, slid the metal probe
up into me. It was cold and hard. "This device," he
continued as he ran the wires from it back over to the
counter, "is basically the vaginal adaptation of what
you already have working there on your tits." I didn't
exactly know what that meant until he hit the switch.

The shock from the thing was ten times what he had been
applying to my chest, intensely hot and stinging,
sharply cramping my internal organs. The pulses were
shorter and somewhat further apart than the ones being
applied to my breasts and with each one I let out a
scream. The "Doc" stood there watching me for several
seconds but instead of adjusting the current pulses
just said, "Those muscles are a lot tougher so they
need a little more stimulation."

He didn't say anything for a long time after that and
eventually my body became somewhat accustomed, or more
like numbed, to the electrical shocks and I became
quieter as well. After about an hour or so he started
talking again, commenting that this particular machine
was designed to increase vaginal muscle tone by using
electrical pulses at certain specific frequencies. It
felt more like to me.

This routine lasted several hours and was repeated
every day after that. Also part of that routine was
that at the end of each and every day he would fuck me
and measure my response to his performance. If his
exercise regimen was supposed to make me more sexually
responsive it didn't seem to me that it was working at
all since by the end of the day I was just exhausted.

After about three weeks I had my period. It really
freaked the "Doc" who thought at first I had been
injured or something until he finally figured out what
it was. It was a big relief to know that I wasn't
pregnant and that everything was still working down
there. The "Doc" decided to suspend my regular routine
until, as he put it, I was "back to normal again." So I
was given a short five day vacation before having to
report back to the lab. When I did., everything had
changed.

The chair had been replaced by a gynecological
examination table complete with stirrups. I climbed up
on the thing and he strapped me down, even strapping my
wrists to the sides of the table so that I couldn't
move and of course strapping my feet into the stirrups.

"You're all finished testing my electrical
stimulators," he told me. "Actually you're all
finished here altogether." He laughed and walked over
to the counter where he began moving things onto a
small rolling cart. They looked like dental tools but
I didn't think he was planning on working on my teeth.

Then he explained, "You see, my little one, you've been
chosen for a very special task. It will sort of be
like a blind date. It is something that the whole
world will respect and admire you for. We know a
little bit about you, you know. You come from a very
clear line of Aryan ancestors. Did you know that you
are a direct descendant of Frederick the Great, King of
Prussia?"

I looked at him blankly. I vaguely remembered Prussia
from my world history class but I had no idea what the
hell he was talking about. However, what he said next
was way beyond anything I could have ever imagined.

"You see, I have this friend," he slowly began. "My
friend has been searching for a young woman with your
background and breeding for a long, long time. He has
suffered several health problems recently and it is now
important, very important, that he finds a mate. He
wants you to bear his child for him."

He paused and stared at me in the most frightening
grotesque way imaginable. I didn't know what to say
and sort of just gasped for breath. This was a lot
more than a blind date. This was real.

"He's a very noble man. You see, he is the clone, the
genetic duplicate of our Fuhrer, Adolf Hitler. Your
child will be destined to rule the entire world." He
paused. "Don't you see how important this is? Don't
you realize the gift you will be providing for us all?
The survival of the entire white race depends on you!"

He looked at me like I was supposed to say something.
I don't know. Maybe I was supposed to thank him for
the weeks of or maybe I was supposed to thank
him for sending me to some other nut case who was going
to get me pregnant. I really, really didn't know what
to say. Finally he turned away and went back over to
the cart by the counter, finished filling it with
whatever he was putting on it and then wheeled it over
to me.

"I need to prepare you properly for your visit," he
said quietly. "You need to be made innocent and
undefiled once again for the Fuhrer. We are going to
restore your virginity by rebuilding your hymen."

That was what he was so nervous about, I thought to
myself. He had been caught fucking me, the boss's
concubine. I suddenly had status. My thinking was
interrupted by the sting of a needle in my pussy and I
screamed.

"Hey, hey," he laughed. "It's just a little Novocain.
Just like dentists use. It'll make all of this go a
lot easier."

I saw the needle when he pulled it out. It was big.
He took the needle back over to his counter where he
continued to work on something although I couldn't see
what.

He seemed preoccupied and stayed over there for some
time getting things out of various cupboards and
placing them on the trays he had set out on the
counter. Walking back over to me he sat down on a
stool he had placed between my legs. My pussy had
begun to numb already and I couldn't feel much of
anything as he began to probe down there.

Eventually he began talking again. "You know I really
like working with you. I used to do this hymen
reconstruction stuff all the time for a friend of mine
when I was working in Nassau but it's a real change
working on a girl with your young skin and muscle tone.
You don't have much to work with here though. I'm
going to have to use an artificial one and Dermabond it
in place."

He reached over to the cart and picked up a small white
flimsy piece of something which kind of looked like
shiny fabric. "Usually I graft tissue from the labia
but I think that I'm going to use this one that I made
just for the occasion. See that?" He held it in front
of my face for me to see. "It's a perfect little piece
of lacework with a tiny swastika in the middle that I
crafted out of cat gut. A little bit of pussy for your
little pussy. Get it?"

He laughed as I cringed from the thought of that piece
of garbage being implanted in my vagina but there was
really little I could do about it. Sitting back down
on his stool he was soon probing once more at my
vaginal opening. I still couldn't feel anything down
there but I sort of knew what he was doing.

"There we go," he finally exclaimed after a couple of
minutes. "Now I just cement it in place all around the
opening. This Dermabond is like super glue. Sticks
like crazy. I might as well warn you, it's going to
hurt a little when this thing is popped. It'll
probably take the surface tissue all around the
perimeter here and there will be some blood just like
the real thing. Just like the real thing and nobody
but you and me will know the difference."

He stood back to admire his work and then began to
clean up, returning all of his things to the counter
before returning to the examination table and
unstrapping me. He brought me back to my room and then
reappeared a few minutes later with panties and a bra
very close to my size, socks and sneakers and a
jumpsuit, all of which I put on.

I'm not putting you in the box this time, he finally
said to me. We're not going that far. Then he added,
But I am going to blindfold you. I can't afford to
have too many people know where this place is.

He put a blindfold on me, handcuffed my hands behind me
and we went outside. It was kind of cold out but it
was a relatively short walk to the little airplane, a
kind of difficult walk since my pelvis was mostly still
numb. He had warmed up the cabin of the airplane,
probably the same one we had come there in, and it
became pretty comfortable once we got inside. The
Novocain wore off by the time we took off but
everything felt all right down there; I mean it didn't
hurt down there or anything and I was somewhat relieved
to think that at least he apparently hadn't injured me
anyway.

We flew for a long time before the "Doc" asked me if I
wanted anything. I told him I was thirsty and so he
removed my blindfold and gave me some bottled water.
It was dark by that time I had no idea where we were
but I could see lights down below us as we flew across
the countryside. He didn't talk to me at all during
the flight and after about another hour or so we began
approaching what looked like a large city and he
landed the plane. From the radio conversations he was
having with the tower I figured that we had landed
somewhere in Buenos Aries.

Once on the ground he taxied to a remote part of the
airport where we were met by another man. He was a big
blonde guy, looking kind of like a body builder, but he
wasn't the one I was supposed to have sex with.

His name was Hans and he worked for the Fuhrer as his
body guard and butler. He talked briefly to the "Doc"
and then led me from the plane to a small van. He
didn't say a word but simply put me in the van and then
drove the two of us into the city. We went quite a
long time over a lot of different city streets until
coming to a large cemetery. Right after that he turned
down a small street, stopping in front of a large old
mansion located right next to the fence.

Hans led me out of the van and into the old house. It
was a richly decorated place but, in every way, dark.
It was like being in a museum at night. We went up the
stairs to the second floor and he opened one of the
many doors in the long hallway which led to beautiful
bedroom with a canopy bed and antique furniture. Hans
removed my handcuffs and after telling me that he was
going to get me my dinner, he left. He returned a few
minutes later with something that looked like it had
been prepared in an expensive restaurant with
silverware and fine china. I was famished and so ate
all of it before collapsing on the bed and falling
asleep without even bothering to get undressed.

I slept until Hans woke me up the next morning bringing
me my breakfast. Again, it was like something from
room service at a five star resort. He also brought
clothes for me to wear and drew a bath for me before
leaving. I must have sat in that bathtub for at least
an hour before getting dressed. Hans was pretty good
at guessing clothes sizes although his taste was like
way on the conservative side.

After some exploration around the room I discovered
that one of the cabinets contained a television which
was hooked to a satellite dish. Hans showed up a few
times to bring more things and to make up the bed but I
spent most of the day watching MTV, HBO and Showtime.
It seemed like a vacation except for the fact that
every time Hans left me he was sure to lock the door
behind himself and there were big bars on the windows.

That evening when Hans brought my dinner it became a
much bigger production. Instead of just leaving a tray
he opened up a table which had been against the wall
and set two place settings. Then getting two chairs he
set one at each end of the table and finally lit the
candelabra he had brought in with him, setting it in
the middle of the table. At first I thought he was
going to have dinner with me but then it became clear
that it had become time for me to pay for the luxury I
had been treated to. After he set the table, he rolled
in a serving cart with a large roast, vegetables as
well as a chilled bottle of German wine and then
quietly left. Not a moment later he was replaced by
his boss.

The Fuhrer was a small man and although he was
strangely deformed he was impeccably dressed in an
expensive looking tailored suit. He seemed to be hunch
backed and one arm considerably shorter than the other.
Although he didn't walk with a cane he did have a
considerable limp and one of his shoes was a lot taller
than the other. In spite of all these things he had an
incredible aristocratic presence about him which was
both frightening and awesome.

He introduced himself as Dieter and then pulled out my
chair for me to sit. At first I was a bit frightened
but then I figured that this was the way it was going
to be and at least I was being treated well so went
ahead and sat down for him. After seating me, went to
the cart and prepared my plate and then his, and then
poured the wine before sitting himself in the other
chair.

While he had a pronounced German accent, his English
was quite good and he immediately began to talk about
himself. "I will get right to the point my child," he
began. "You have been brought here to fulfill a very
special mission. I know this must sound a bit
unbelievable, but I am a clone of Adolf Hitler. And
you, because of your beauty, intelligence and breeding,
you have been chosen to bear my child, my son, who will
fulfill his father's destiny and that of all Aryan
people."

I must have appeared as incredulous ad I felt at that
moment. He paused for a moment and then looking right
into the center of me added, "You will be doing your
part in fulfilling the fourteen words." He paused again
and before clearly stating them: "We must secure the
existence of our people and a future for White
children."

Finally, knowing I had to say something but unable to
find any words which would adequately describe the
terror which was steadily building up inside me, I
asked "Why me? Why does any of this have to involve
me?"

He stood up. You could tell he was getting angry at my
naivete. "You don't think that I could find any number
of Aryan women who would willingly bear my child? Like
so many of those around the Fuhrer in his great
struggle, the one you would call the Second World War,
they are mostly a bunch of stupid pigs. I need someone
of an aristocratic heritage, someone who has the family
background such as you. You do know that you are of
very pure German Aryan royal descent."

I shook my head no. I knew that the "Doc" had said
something about that but I really had no idea what any
of it meant.

His tone of voice suddenly changed as his anger seemed
to evaporate just as quickly as it had appeared. "The
doctor ran some pretty complete background and
genealogical checks on you while he was holding you for
me and until I could get this place fixed up for you.
Your history is quite impressive."

He went on talking about some Frederick the Great, and
a whole bunch of other German kings and princes like it
was some sort of religious litany while he began to
eat. I wasn't particularly hungry anymore but knew if
I didn't have at least something he would notice and
his mood would rapidly swing in another direction so I
took little bites of everything and just kind of
listened politely as I could. Actually I drank as much
of the wine as I could figuring that dinner wasn't the
only thing he had in mind for me that night. On that
suspicion I was absolutely correct.

As soon as he finished eating he got up from his chair
and taking a key from his pocket opened one of several
locked doors in the room. While I didn't see what was
behind the door before he went through it, closing it
behind him, it appeared to be a large walk in closet.
He wasn't in there very long before he reappeared
wearing a long trenchcoat, shiny boots and a military
hat. He was carrying what looked like a dog leash and
a long white gown both of which were for me.

He just stood there staring at me for what seemed like
the longest time before motioning to me to stand up. I
slowly rose from the chair and stood by the table,
silently watching him as he continued to look right
through me. Finally he said quietly, "Take off your
clothes and put on this gown."

In spite of all I had been through up to that point it
still felt so dirty to undress in front of him. I
slowly removed my blouse and dress, my shoes and socks
and then I turned around with my back to him before
taking off my bra and panties. I then turned back
around again, covering myself as best I could while he
stood there looking at me and loudly breathing.
Finally he handed me the gown.

The thing was not really not much more than a piece of
cloth but I wrapped myself in it and it seemed to cover
everything all right. It felt very smooth and he told
me it was silk. It was also embossed with various
strange symbols which I later found out to be some sort
of ancient Germanic writing. He then put a thick
leather strap around my ankle and to that hooked the
chain leash before leading me out of the house.

It was very dark outside but not particularly cold. It
was also very cloudy and only from time to time the
moon would briefly appear and then disappear as the
clouds moved across the night sky. Dieter began to
explain as we walked into the cemetery that it was an
old Germanic belief that conception be carried out in
certain cemeteries in order to promote the
reincarnation of great Aryan soldier/warriors. This
particular cemetery contained the graves of many Nazi
heros who had escaped to Argentina following the war
and was located in a hilly area so that the part we
were in was completely dark and away from any streets
or any other houses except for Dieters. We walked for
some time, made somewhat difficult by the ankle strap
and chain he was still tightly holding, past a
countless number of monuments until we stopped at one
of them.

He wasted no time in pulling off my silk wrap and then
as he dropped his coat it confirmed my guess that he
hadn't been wearing anything else except for his hat
and boots. The grave we had stopped at belonged to
some General von something or other who had a large
marble headstone which I very soon found myself draped
over, my bottom pointing at Dieter who wasted no time
pushing my legs apart.

I thought about trying to get away from him but at the
time there just wasn't enough time to formulate any
kind of coherent plan. It was dark, like everywhere,
he had me by the leg and I had no idea even where I
should run to or if anyone there would even be willing
to help me. With all that running through my mind I
sort of decided that it might be best to survive to
fight another day and I just sort of went limp.

The first thing I learned about Dieter was that he had
absolutely no concept of anything remotely resembling
foreplay and I immediately felt him digging around at
my pussy. I thought it was his finger poking at me
until I realized than his hands

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Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl Chapter 15
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2003 Pescador del Valle

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Cilla, Sonia and I had forged an unlikely three-way
relationship. I had finished High School, exams were
over and I had just turned seventeen. Party Time!

I looked up when the conversations around me turned to
whispers. Their entrance appeared to make quite an
impression on those around me. It certainly did on me.

Cilla and Sonia were my girlfriends, yes plural, and they
had declined my offer to pick them up for this
afternoon's get together.

It was my 17th birthday and I had been wondering for some
time when they were going to turn up.

Things had been going well lately.

- I had just finished my last year of high school
and was confident I was going to get good results
on my final exams.

- My future seemed assured, I was going to be studying
part time while I worked my way up in the family
business.

- And to top that off, I had the love of not one but
two attractive young women who were as horny and
inventive as I was.

There seemed to be nothing that could go wrong with my
life at that point.

So, there I was, surrounded by my immediate family, my
extended family and a few of my mates, and THEY arrived.

They had intended to surprise me and that I was. In fact
shock would possibly be a better description.

A better description of them is probably warranted as
well.

Cilla at 18 is 15 months older than me. At the time she
had long dark red hair with some copper highlights. She
has full, but not oversized, breasts that are a joy to
look at and even more joy to play with.

Her waist curves in a little way, then out over her ample
hips which, when she is naked, frame a dense mass of
orange-red curls.

Her legs are meaty, which I prefer, neither the pins that
are seen supposedly supporting a bevy of models nor the
hams that one sees around the shopping centres.

Sonia is my younger girlfriend, still the sweetest 16 you
could imagine both in nature and taste, she can be
described as petite or even elvan.

My little pixie, though still technically a virgin, is
however a lusty wench, like our older companion, and her
devious mind has led to a number of sensuous adventures.
She would leave the legendary Puck for dead in coming up
with ideas for mischief.

Her fine black hair just reaches to her shoulders. Her
very kissable lips crinkle frequently in a smile when she
looks at Cilla or myself, the love evident in every
expression.

She has a small frame with tiny tits I like to devour
whole, a washboard stomach and a fine layer of sparse
black hair that barely covers her pussy.

Not childlike, she nevertheless engenders my protective
nature, which is unnecessary but permitted, as she has
turned out to be both confident and capable.

Today however things were a little different.

My loves had been shopping.

And it was obvious they had been shopping for me.

Cilla's outfit was an electric blue. It was held up by
her ample bosom and ran over her body (a truck couldn't
have run over it any closer) finishing mid-shin.

That was the front.

The back was much the same except it didn't come anywhere
near the front. In fact there was a gap on each side of
around 10 centimetres between each piece of material.

These gaps were bridged by five gold chains on each side
which left bare skin visible from her armpits to the
straps at her ankles.

When I looked later I found one of the chains partly hid
the thin strap of a gold G-string. There was no similar
strap around her chest.

Looped around one of her ankles was another gold chain.

Sonia's outfit was a lot simpler to describe.

It was almost exactly the same!

Her bosom being a little harder to find (now I'm being
unkind and it certainly was worth looking for) the dress
had a little extra cantilever design to improve the
presentation and to allow better support.

Otherwise all was the same except her chains, both on
dress and ankle, were a darker gold.

I was delighted by their appearance and went to greet
them. One in each arm I politely (everyone was still
watching) kissed Cilla's cheek then Sonia's.

Age before ... well, youth. I'm not getting involved in
which one I found more beautiful. It wasn't important.
I found each of them equally attractive and that beats
beauty every time.

My parents had met them both a couple of times before
though never in such splendour. I did have some qualms
about how they would view such, hmm, provocative outfits
at our "tender" ages but they gave no indication publicly
of any misgivings.

I introduced my "friends" around to my grand-aunt and my
uncle (Dad's brother, who they had met before) and then
to a couple of cousins on my mother's side whose parents
couldn't come.

My friends knew Sonia from school though only a couple
had met Cilla.

There was my first dilemma. "Meet my friends" sounded
such a cop out in my ears though the truth would have
caused a bigger disturbance than their stunning arrival.

I could just imagine it. "Aunt Hilary, I would like you
to meet my girlfriend Cilla and our girlfriend Sonia."

I think the next thing I would have heard would have been
the ambulance bringing a coronary care team.

Still, other than some obvious stares, we got no more
than polite hellos from most and additional raised
eyebrows from my Uncle Frank. I needed to get him alone
sometime later.

My second problem was how to make it clear to one of my
friends that I was staking my claim to both of these fine
fillies. He was currently at a loose end and had hopes
that one or other of my more-than-lovely ladies might
develop an interest in him.

This was resolved a bit later, when we managed to hold a
little less interest to those around us. First Sonia,
and then shortly after Cilla, plunged their tongues down
my throat in a proper birthday kiss while he was watching
nearby.

I may have dashed his hopes but I certainly rose in his
estimation.

He caught me alone later, "Please take me on as your
disciple, O Great One". We laughed together though he
may have repeated it seriously if he had known the truth.

In addition to being my matching bookends (my father had
been spoken to by my mother for ogling them, to Uncle
Frank's amusement), the girls had a couple of other
presents for me. They had public ones which they had
given me shortly after their arrival and then they got me
to one side to give me a joint present.

"We didn't know how you would feel about jewellery but
you got us the rings, and you wear yours all the time as
well, so we didn't think you would mind." Cilla gave me
a small flat parcel.

I opened it while we sat together in the games room which
was currently empty. Inside was a heavy silver chain.
It figured.

I had seen a special ring and had purchased one for each
of us. It symbolised our love for each other, made of
three distinct precious metals woven to form a single
band. Now they had given me a silver chain to complement
their gold and red gold chains.

Sonia took it from the box and knelt, with a little
difficulty, to put it on my leg. She straightened my
sock and stood up to kiss me. "Happy birthday Love."

"Thank you Sweetheart."

Cilla leaned over as I turned to her for another kiss.

"Thank you Darling. It's lovely."

"I'm glad. Happy birthday."

They headed back up the steps to the party while I
followed enjoying the view. The dresses weren't cut to
wrap around each butt cheek but they came damn close. No
wonder Sonia had trouble kneeling.

Renate (my brother's new girlfriend and Sonia's clate
and girlfriend - but not in that way) had turned up and I
left the four of them talking together while I went to
get drinks for my sweethearts.

I was in luck. Uncle Frank was alone in the kitchen.
Before worrying with the drinks I asked him if he
wouldn't mind giving me some advice.

He had seen me together with the two young women on a
previous occasion and jumped to the wrong conclusion.

"Sure. I think I might know what your problem might be."

I must have looked shocked - our secret out?

"Don't look like that. If it's what I think it is then
it's by no means an unusual situation."

I had never heard of it before, so I figured he might be
barking up the wrong tree.

"Would you mind coming out the back for a minute. It's a
bit personal."

"Okay" He grabbed his drink and led the way outside.
The pool area was currently empty but the party would
move outside later; we went by leaving a clear gap so no-
one could overhear us.

"So?"

"Well it's about Cilla and Sonia."

Frank nodded. "Yep - can't tell one he prefers the
other", he thought.

"Well it's obvious that they both fancy you - most
females would hate to turn up at a party where another
had the same outfit, and very nice outfits they are too,
and yet they turned up together. So, which one are you
interested in?"

I looked at him. "Why, both actually."

Frank changed his ideas. "So you can't make up your mind
then."

"No, it's not that. Look, I need this to be just between
us for now. Is that okay?"

Frank was 10 years younger than our father and had played
the role of confessor, confidential advisor and,
appropriately, Dutch uncle for myself and a couple of my
siblings over recent years. We had come to trust him.
He had given good advice and not broken a confidence to
date.

"Sure thing. Now give."

I held up my hand showing him the ring. He had noticed
it but hadn't looked closely. He also hadn't been close
enough to either of my loves to notice theirs.

He looked closer at its intricate construction. "Very
nice."

"I bought three. Cilla and Sonia have the other ones."

"Friendship rings?"

"It's a bit more than that. The rings have three bands
making one ring. We're like that too. Three people who
love each other; not just couples."

Frank took a long swig of his drink. "Okay - supposing
you're not just bragging, what's your problem?"

"Well we realise it's not quite a usual situation."
Frank snorted. "I don't know how either of the girls'
parents would react to being told I was either one's
lover ..."

"Oh 'lover'", Frank thought.

"... but I am pretty sure they wouldn't look favourably
on them sharing me and they could go ballistic over their
daughter's being lovers."

"Yeah, I can imagine it might be a bit much, especially
at your ages."

"Well I was wondering how you think Mum and Dad would
take it?"

"Hmm." Frank considered the problem seriously. If he
was asked for his advice he always tried to give the best
he could.

"They are pretty broad-minded but this is stretching
things a bit. Your ages are going to be the biggest
problem. You're just starting out in life and they are
going to expect you to apply yourself at both learning
more about the business and in your studies. I know that
your dad has high hopes about you taking over the
business eventually."

"Yeah. I understand that."

"Okay then. I suggest you show them you have the
maturity in one area and they will be more likely to give
you credit for it in your love life."

"So what do I say in the meantime. I don't want to lie."

"Always the best policy; you get caught out eventually.
You need to say as little as possible - You like them
both; They both like you. Protest your right to privacy
to more detailed questions if you feel you can't answer
them. Other than that try to treat it the same as if you
were three guys or three girls hanging out together."

"Not to often that I pash with the guys I go out with!" I
answered.

"You might just have to be a bit discreet there. Not to
say you can't be seen having a cuddle or even a kiss from
time to time but probably not when you've got both of
them with you."

"If your parents only see you giving each girl equal time
they may figure you are a bit sleazy, and you will have to
consider how to handle that if they raise it, but your
secret is likely to stay that a lot longer."

"If you are part of larger groups then the three of you
will also be less obvious."

"Other than that", he finished, "If they see you as a
group rather than pairing you off with one or other girl
in their minds they may be less inclined to think you're
getting up to something unless you blow it."

I hadn't really wanted him to tell me how to keep our
relationship hidden but rather how best to deal with my
parents when they inevitably found out, regardless of
whether it was accidental or intentional.

However his strategy made sense. We wouldn't be being
any more deceitful, if that was the appropriate term,
than any other teenagers who were getting a bit now and
then.

Whether, and with whom, we were being intimate with was
to a large degree our business. I had no objections to
their being interested and, if necessary, concerned about
me but sought a little privacy.

I could live with his suggestions and believed I could
manage to walk through the potential mine field (not so
much from my parents), at least in the short term.

I thanked my uncle and we returned to the house where I
belatedly delivered the drinks I was supposed to have
prepared minutes earlier.

My father noticed me entering with his brother and
approached him while he was still alone.

"Another little private chat?"

"Could be." My father knew his kids from time to time
sought out his younger brother, he hadn't yet found out
anything from Frank that the kids hadn't first revealed.

"Anything I need to be worried about?"

"No. I think you've got another fine son there. The
fact he wanted a discrete talk shows he's prepared to ask
for help and advice if he needs it and I believe he's
aware of his responsibilities to himself and others. He
certainly has the confidence to get ahead."

"Okay. Let him know he can talk to me as well if he
speaks to you again."

"No problems. It's sometimes easier to discuss things
with someone who's not quite so close you know."

"Yeah. Come on back to the party."

-----

A few people took advantage of the warm night to have a
dip. As Sonia and Cilla hadn't bothered to bring their
swim suits, and parties didn't normally fall under the
"anything goes" rule, I stayed dry as well.

I had changed though. It felt strange but I had put a
pair of briefs on as well as boxer shorts. That way I
could tuck my persistent erection under the waist band of
the briefs and make it a little less obvious.

It was hard, literally, every time I looked at one or the
other girl in their sexy outfits. I don't think I needed
to worry though, most of my friends (even those with
girlfriends accompanying them) had boners and I'm pretty
sure Dan and Uncle Frank had some rather suspicious lumps
in their pants.

I realised that Cilla must have splashed out on the
outfits and the jewellery. Sonia was still at school,
without even a part time job, though I'd see what I could
do to change that. This meant she had little extra
money.

We didn't mind covering for her. Cilla had been working
for a while and still lived at home and I had been lucky
enough to be given a car when I had saved almost enough
to buy one. We weren't short of funds.

She was a little embarrassed about it but Cilla and I
liked buying presents for her. We knew that wasn't why
she was with us. You wouldn't make your husband or wife
go Dutch with you every time you went out, would you?

I found out later that I was mistaken however and Sonia
had drawn on her own savings to pay for my silver chain.
She had agreed to Cilla buying the outfits as she also
wanted their presentation at my birthday party to be
something extra special. And it was; it certainly beat
getting a singing Gorilla (although a stripper-gram? No!
Next year maybe though.)

We sat and talked and mingled and talked and ate and
talked. We even took the time to have a game of pool.

When I had to talk to some other guests, Frank stepped in
and took my place at the pool table, keeping the girls
company until I could return.

He was discrete, not mentioning our conversation, but he
wanted to find out a bit more about this interesting pair
of females. From the looks he was giving Cilla's pair
before I left however, he seemed more interested in them.

I would have thought he would have been satisfied with my
aunt, who had an impressive pair herself, but since she
was away visiting relatives of her own, and he was alone,
it was understandable for him to make do with what was
available.

Unfortunately for him, he both didn't stray and he knew
Cilla wasn't available. Struck out both times, poor
Uncle Frank!

After having talked to him I had however let my lovelies
know that he was aware of our arrangement and that he was
discrete.

So while the three of them were alone playing pool he was
surprised when Cilla stood behind Sonia and put her arms
around the smaller girl's waist, nuzzling her neck while
she waited for Frank to take his turn.

Needless to say he just missed his shot and the ball
bounced off the cushion instead of dropping into the
pocket.

"That was a deliberate distraction", he complained. "I
take it Glyn has spoken with you."

"Yes", said the always adventurous Sonia. "What do you
think?"

"If I wasn't married to the sexiest woman I know, I would
be very envious of you all. I wish you every success but
you do know that won't be the case for everyone?"

"Yes", replied Cilla more seriously. "My parents are
definitely going to be a problem."

"You're in a better position to judge than I am." (He
also liked her position close behind Sonia's tight bum -
Oh to be single and young again!)

"You might find they will surprise you though. Be
prepared to give them a chance to accept you and also
don't be surprised if that acceptance takes a while."

"Thank you Uncle Frank." Cilla gave him a kiss on the
cheek. He returned it chastely on hers before she moved
back.

"You're welcome."

Sonia came over to thank him as well but was more of a
tease. She threw an arm around his neck and pulled his
head down to her level, planting her lips on his. "Thank
you from me too."

"My pleasure", her responded sincerely.

Sonia took her turn and successfully potted her ball then
left the white in a difficult position.

As Frank was lining himself up she moved to Cilla and
repeated the kiss she had given him, but this time she
obviously penetrated Cilla's mouth and gripped one of her
ass cheeks as she ground her crotch against Cilla's leg.

Frank didn't even attempt to take his shot. He simply
stood and watched the lesbian exhibition and said "Are we
here to play pool or should I just sit down and enjoy the
rest of the show?"

Cilla broke the kiss and both girls laughed. "It didn't
work the second time lover", she told Sonia. She turned
to Frank, "We'll be good."

"You don't have to. I was enjoying the show actually."

"Sorry", she told him, "There's no more show."

They let him play properly, merely holding hands whenever
it was his turn.

Frank got serious, "You will have to be careful about
that you know." He pointed to their hands.

"You can't very well be both in and out. It's one thing
to be yourselves among a few friends you can trust, and
I'm happy that you include me in that number, but if you
ARE going to be open about it you will have to bear the
consequences. I'm not trying to scare you. You just
have to think things through."

Cilla and Sonia listened to him and were silent as they
both thought back over their recent behaviour. There was
nothing that they were ashamed of, although both knew
they would be hard pressed to explain themselves if some
of their exploits became more widely known - the truck
driver incident sprang to both their minds. I hadn't
gone as far as discussing THAT with Frank.

They nodded to him and, although they still held hands,
they also listened more carefully for noise on the
stairs.

When they did move a short distance apart on hearing
something, it turned out it was only me.

I took advantage of the "privacy" to give each a kiss and
then held their waists while Uncle Frank played his next
shot.

"You've got yourself a fine pair of minxes there", he
told me and then added in a whisper as Sonia took her
turn, "and I bet they shag like minks, you lucky
bastard."

I couldn't reply at first. It's not quite the comment
you expect from an uncle. "A gentleman doesn't discuss
these matters", I eventually whispered back, "but I
wouldn't call you a liar."

It would be nice to be able to come up with an
instantaneous response when needed - mine always seem to
come to me the next day.

He finally beat Sonia and we declined another game and
went back upstairs. A few people were leaving and looked
me up to say goodbye; the normal "thank your host"
conversation.

Renate had disappeared with Rick for a quiet pash and
they eventually resurfaced, joining us as we sat around
the pool talking with a cousin and two of my mates.
People drifted off from time to time until there was only
our small group left by the pool.

My cousin had moved inside to talk with my parents; Uncle
Frank was with them for a while until he put his head out
to also say goodnight.

-----

It was just after midnight when my mates had to leave;
they had a match tomorrow or rather, later today, and had
to get their beauty sleep.

Mum and Dad were taking my cousin home as she didn't
drive; my great-aunt had gone to bed sometime earlier as
had the younger kids.

This left just the five of us.

Rick got up soon after Dad drove out to collect Renate's
things. He was going to walk her home. Her parents had
set a 12:30 curfew but once she was home they hadn't said
anything about when her guest had to leave. I didn't
expect him back until after Mum and Dad got back, and
they had a good way to drive.

They left, Renate still staring at the matching revealing
outfits. She had quizzed them when she had first arrived
but had only been told it was a fun surprise birthday
present for me.

Renate knew her fashion. It wasn't designer label by any
means but certainly expensive fun. Still it was their
money.

She walked down the drive with my brother's arm around
her waist (Was his hand on her butt? It was dark) and
her head on his shoulder.

It was Cilla who spoke first after they left. "There's
one more present for you but you have to unwrap it in
your room."

There were a couple of presences that would look nice
unwrapped. "Only one?" I asked.

"Yes. You've had quite sufficient tonight - don't be
greedy."

"I'd just like to point out that it's now a new day and I
haven't had any today - presents that is."

Sonia gave me a mock glare. "You had better not have had
ANY! PERIOD! today or yesterday - I've been with Cilla
since lunchtime so I know what we've given you."

She smiled as she led the way through the quiet house to
my room. She ushered me inside and Cilla followed.

Sonia grabbed a small bag she had left there earlier
without my knowledge and excused herself.

Cilla turned her back to me. "Help me get out of this
dress."

"Ah. So you're the package I get to unwrap?"

"Behave yourself. I just need a hand with the zip."

I unzipped the back of her dress and she let it drop to
the floor revealing her golden g-string. She went to my
wardrobe and hung it on a spare hanger.

I watched her swaying tits as she turned back. They
always seemed to catch my eye first.

"Get undressed", she ordered me. "I'll be right back."
I was stunned when she left my room in just a narrow
golden triangle and a couple of straps.

Still, the place should be empty. I did as I was told,
slipping between the sheets while I awaited whatever they
had in mind.

Cilla returned with Sonia's dress which she hung up
beside her own. She then joined me in the bed and kissed
me before laying her head on my chest.

"This is nice. I'd like to be able to spend the night
with you like this."

"I would too love." I held her close to my naked body.

The door opened and fortunately it was Sonia who entered.

She had had a quick shower and had dressed in a beautiful
nightie. She was all in white.

Start at the top. The white elastic headband contrasted
against her straight black hair. The thin white material
of her nightie revealed an indistinct view of her nipples
where the matching jacket didn't obscure the view
further.

Down below, the nightie's transparency was blocked by a
pair of satin knickers, shining silver-white above a
similar pair of stockings and a pair of white shoes.

She had on a pair of lacy gloves that covered her
forearms to her elbows and in one hand was the only trace
of colour, a small bouquet of what turned out to be
forget-me-nots.

Cilla produced a Polaroid camera from her own bag and
took a couple of shots of what I hoped was my present.
They had made every effort to wrap it properly if it was
and I was glad Cilla was recording the event for
posterity.

Sonia spoke to me for the first time since scolding me by
the pool.

"Tonight I want to give you your final birthday present
from us. Cilla has made all of this possible." She
waved her hand up and down her body and then went to kiss
our semi-naked photographer. "So this is very much her
present as well as mine."

"I wanted to give you something special that you couldn't
get elsewhere. You have our love. We have told you that
and will keep telling you, and we have shared our loving
with you with our bodies as well."

"Cilla helped my pick out these clothes. I thought at
first they were too much but then I reconsidered. We are
a bit unusual. Hah! That's an understatement!"

"What I mean is we don't know how things will turn out.
We can only hope for the best. I had dreams of a wedding
one day and now that's not so important. It's something
to consider for the future but tonight I want to give you
something that can only be given once. And so it was
only appropriate that I come to you in white. I am still
a virgin", she giggled, "well technically, and I want you
to be the one to change that."

I was overwhelmed by the love she was expressing and took
her in my arms as tears rolled down my cheeks. There was
a flash as Cilla recorded the moment - that would have to
go in the "private" album considering my naked state -
before embracing us both as well.

"Well then", she chided me, "don't you like your
present?"

"I like it very much."

Cilla had taken my virginity and hers simultaneously soon
after we met with the mistaken belief at the time that I
was more experienced. She had lost her hymen previously
through other means and had not discussed her intentions
nor out states of "innocence" (Hah!) prior to attending
to the urgency in her loins.

Tonight had taken on a more formal route with Sonia's
declaration and I felt it was important for me to
emphasise my feelings as well.

"I too cannot say what the future will bring but declare
to you both my intentions as they stand now and which I
will try to fulfil."

I took their hands in mine.

"I love you both. I want if possible to spend my life
with you both. I will endeavour to love and respect you
equally, to care for your needs as best I can, to be open
and honest in all things."

"I understand your decisions and the implications and
accept it with all the love in my heart. Nothing was
said the day Cilla gave her gift to me, so to you Cilla I
also say thank you for the love you have given me."

I didn't realise it at the time but I had essentially
duplicated the marriage pledges. There was no legality
to it (breach of promise had disappeared years ago if it
could even be considered to apply in our special
circumstances) but if there was a deity looking down then
perhaps he/she was witness enough.

Cilla did pick up on the import however and was willing
to make a similar commitment. She took Sonia's free hand
in hers so we now stood in a triangle as she tried to
remember the words I had used.

"I love you both and want to spend the rest of my life
with you. I promise to love you and care for you as best
I can while we are together."

She looked at Sonia expectantly and gave her hand a
squeeze when she started speaking in turn.

"I will love you both and no others for the rest of my
life. I will care for you and comfort you and respect
you to the best of my ability."

"So be it." My comment was, perhaps, a blessing on us
as well.

"You realise what just happened?" Cilla queried us.

"What?" I was beginning to have my suspicions after some
of the phrases used. I didn't mind if that was how they
felt, hell I started it, but I was interested if Cilla
was thinking along the same lines.

"We might have just gotten married", she grinned.

We might be just fooling around but we were sincere and,
what the heck, why couldn't we have a little make believe
for one night.

I hugged them to me. "We might try for a more public
acknowledgement but that would have to wait a couple of
years. I missed out promising the 'forsaking all others'
and 'in sickness and in health' bits but you can take
them as read, together with the 'with all my worldly
goods I thee endow'."

I looked at our rings. "I don't think we should leave
them there, but for tonight ..."

I took Sonia's ring from her right hand and solemnly
moved it to the ring finger of her left, "With this ring
I thee wed." I kissed her and noticed the sheen in her
eyes as they watered with emotion.

I extended my hand to Cilla.

"With this ring I thee wed." She kissed me and turned to
Sonia.

I watched as Cilla's ring changed hands and my new
"brides" kissed.

Unofficial? Definitely! Immature? Perhaps. A joke?
By no means. It showed the depth of our feelings for
each other. My birthday had turned into our honeymoon!

I looked at Cilla whose eyes were also sparkling. "Are
you going to record the striptease?"

Sonia butted in. "Does that camera have a timer?"

"Yes", said Cilla.

"Can you set it up to take all three of us first. If
we're married I want a wedding photo."

With Cilla and I in various states of undress and Sonia
in the sexiest bridal outfit I have ever seen it would be
one of the strangest and most erotic wedding photos.
Cilla set up the shot and, after checking the results,
repositioned the camera slightly managing to get a
reasonable picture of the three of us.

Cilla took the camera and moved back while I posed Sonia.
I stood behind her so my face was visible but my erection
wasn't and slipped the light jacket off her shoulders.
It rested in the crook of her arm stylishly revealing the
thin straps on her bare shoulders.

Flash!

I removed it and laid it on the chair by my desk.

Flash!

I slipped my arms around Sonia's waist and under her
nightie, kissing her neck and nibbling on her earlobe.

Flash! I hoped Cilla had a spare film.

The nightie came off over Sonia's head and I replaced the
jacket. It hung open showing Sonia from chin to navel,
and a little further south, while obscuring the view of
her breasts. Very tantalising!

Flash!

I then drew the jacket back so it framed her cute little
tits.

Flash!

And off with the jacket again.

Flash!

It caught me with my hands once again around Sonia's
waist. The brilliant white of Sonia's satin knickers and
stockings reflected the glare.

I moved my hands up to cup her breasts. Flash again!

I slid one hand inside those brilliant knickers, my thumb
remaining visible over the top.

Flash!

I knelt behind Sonia and pulled the panties down. My
cheek rested against her smooth ass cheek. Sonia now
only wore head band, gloves, stockings and shoes.

Flash. Her black triangle contrasted against the extra
whiteness where the material at the top of each stocking
had a double thickness.

The head band, gloves and stockings could stay but the
shoes had to go. I undid the straps and removed them
then sat Sonia on the side of the bed.

I turned to Cilla and took the camera. "Sonia love, I
want you to be as prepared as you can be. I don't know
how much it will hurt and I want this to be a happy
memory. You hear different stories but the one I
consider most reliable is that you are better off if you
are climbing the walls before it happens."

Sonia looked up and around my room. She was acting the
fool in her nervousness.

"I know you really like being eaten by Cilla and since
it's her 'honeymoon' too I thought she might like to
start the ball rolling."

Cilla was willing and knelt between Sonia's thighs.

As Sonia leaned back holding Cilla's head for support I
worked out the settings on the camera and took a photo of
the other "newlyweds". This was definitely going to be
one wedding album that would be kept under lock and key.

Sonia had rehearsed the bulk of her speech a couple of
times and had gotten most of it out the way she had
intended. She had been a little nervous after all.

It was different from our previous escapades; this was
premeditated and that gave her time to think about the
negative issues and to worry how I would react.

However the "wedding" had diverted her from that. She
had been overjoyed that Cilla and I had promised
ourselves to her. She knew that promises sometimes
didn't get, or couldn't be, kept but for now we
considered ourselves married regardless of reality or
what changes the future might bring. We were young, and
perhaps foolish, but it was an emotional time.

Having her photo taken as her clothing was gradually
removed was a turn on and Cilla's tongue pushed its way
through a gelid mass of juices on it's way up Sonia's
tight cunt. It pushed against the delicate tissues that
incompletely sealed the entrance.

Sonia moved her hips forward to make better contact with
Cilla's mouth as the tongue moved around and Cilla sucked
Sonia's lips into her mouth. I couldn't get a close up
with the cheap camera but managed to get a lovely one
from directly behind Cilla that showed her head bowed
over Sonia's box, then Sonia's compact tits which almost
disappeared due to the lack of shadow when lit from that
angle. I moved around and took another from behind
Sonia's head which did show the little triangular peaks
which framed Cilla's face as I caught her tongue sliding
through those tasty cunt lips.

Cilla looked up at me. "I think she might be ready for
you. If I eat her much longer she's likely to come
before you're ready."

I looked down at the inverted face of my nubile nymph.
"Do you have any preference for position love?"

Sonia answered in the negative so I considered the
options.

If Sonia sat on top of me she could control her movements
but that might be a bad thing. If you have ever gotten a
large splinter or a staple embedded in a finger you will
know how difficult it can be to extract it yourself
whereas another person, not feeling the pain on each tug,
can have the procedure finalised with minimal fuss. So a
missionary position may be better or perhaps doggy style.

Doggy style was definitely a fun position but not quite
romantic enough for the occasion, I thought.

How much blood? Hell there was so much I didn't know.
"Help me girls", I silently prayed.

"Do we need a towel or anything on the bed?"

"I've got one here", said Cilla. This HAD been planned
ahead of time. What would they have done if my parents
hadn't gone out? Probably have stubbornly stuck it out
until they had gone to bed if I knew them.

She lay the towel across the bed and Sonia lay down on
it, her legs spread invitingly. I was sorry but it was
just too clinical. She might be ready but I felt I was
just on standby, waiting until I was required.

If this evening was to be treated like a honeymoon, my
cherry busting should be the culmination of our loving,
not a rushed activity before my parents got home.

"Lets just lie down together and take things slowly."

It may have been my birthday but it was Sonia's "big
event". I would have other birthdays. So we organised
things around her with Cilla on one side and I on the
other.

It quickly became apparent that my narrow bed was not up
to the task.

"Hop up for a minute."

I took my quilt and spread it on the floor and added my
pillows and the towel. At least we wouldn't fall off.

I kissed my virgin "bride" and she suddenly started.

"I'm sorry", she told me, "I was going to tell you before
but I forgot. I'm on the Pill now but you still have to
use a condom tonight. I wanted to feel you in me
properly but I don't want to wait any longer."

"That's all right", I comforted her. "I'm happy to love
you however you want; Or we can just fool around if you
prefer."

"No. I want it to be tonight."

I let Cilla cuddle her while I went to my drawer and got
a condom which I put beside the quilt until it was
needed.

Cilla was sucking on one of Sonia's tits so I copied with
the other.

I could get my jollies almost any way and it appeared
Cilla was prepared to let this be Sonia's night so we
both concentrated on her pleasure for now.

Sonia had a hand on the back of each of our necks, her
fingers buried in the hair on the back of our heads as
she forced our mouths further over her mini-mounds.

With a little turn of my head I could see Cilla's face
next to mine. She must have noticed the movement as her
eye caught mine. I trailed my mouth off my tit and moved
across to hers. She turned and we kissed as we lay with
our cheeks on Sonia's chest.

It was an interesting position but not all that
comfortable. Our noses got in each others way as we
couldn't turn our heads far without pressing hard against
Sonia's ribcage.

I gave her a push on the tush while I pressed my tongue
to the roof of her mouth. My whole body was hinting to
Cilla that I wanted her to move with me up Sonia's body.

We shuffled up, kissing her skin as we went.

Sonia arched her neck, head back to expose it to the
licks and nibbles from both sides. As though we were
choreographed we both attacked her earlobes, sucking them
into our mouths and delicately biting them before making
her shiver with a gentle (that's emphasised) breath into
each ear and then a probing tongue.

People's ears appear to fall into either the ticklish or
the highly erotic categories (they can be both). Sonia
squirmed but it was not due to a fit of giggles.

Our lips brushed across her cheeks and our faces met like
a pie cut into thirds, our lips just making contact.
Noses were the problem once again but we were able to rub
our tongues against one another before changing into a
few rounds of serial kissing.

This is a fun activity for three (or more) consenting
people.

One person turns their head to the left and the person on
that side turns to the right and they kiss. Then they
face in the opposite direction and kiss whoever is there.
With three, one person has to wait their turn.

If you're really kinky/friendly you can play "pass the
parcel"; see how often an upside down W&W or similar
candy can go around before it's gone or pay a penalty if
it's in your mouth when the music stops - no swallowing
to hide the fact though.

In this case it was intended simply to make the evening a
fun time and increase all our levels of arousal. I know
it worked for me. Seeing two girls passionately kiss
between having my own turn with each of them can
certainly put lead in your pencil.

I left Cilla kissing Sonia during our fourth or fifth
cycle and moved down between Sonia's legs. Cilla had
done a fine job starting Sonia off for the evening but I
wanted a taste of her sweet pussy too.

I crawled into place with her legs over my shoulders and
my arms holding her hips.

Cilla noticed the change in Sonia's kisses when I made
contact and started licking up the secretions. She moved
her head back and smiled at the young sexpot.

"Nice?"

"Oh yes."

"It gets nicer, I assure you."

"I can hardly wait. Why don't you fuck me?" she called
down her body.

"Hri vnnt oodoo vaodm" was my wasted muffled reply.

"Whatever you said, please hurry up."

I deliberately took her literally and my tongue began
laving her crack as fast as I could make it go. I made
the tip quiver over her clit and she yelled out (somewhat
subdued by her presence in someone else's house) "Not
that fast!"

She clamped her thighs together which stopped my head
moving but, unfortunately for her, left my tongue in
position next to her clit.

She gave up with her thighs and pushed my head away
instead.

"Come up here and make me a woman."

What bodice-rippers had she been reading?

"If I had the recipe I'd make you half a dozen."

No, I did NOT say that! One has to treat some moments
with a little sensitivity if one doesn't want to get
one's balls crushed in revenge.

Still, a man's got to do what a man's got to do - okay
John Wayne style tautologies can be put to one side also.

I retrieved the condom and knelt to put it on.

"Let me", offered Cilla.

She took it from the packet and rolled the end onto the
head of my penis. She then used her lips to roll it most
of the way down. It was stimulating to watch and if
Sonia hadn't been waiting I would have considered a
blowjob instead.

Cilla moved out of the way and I turned to Sonia.

"If you don't mind", she said, "I want Cilla with us as
well."

"Okay. What do you want her to do?"

"I don't think she can lie on me but ...", she turned to
Cilla, "... do you mind if I lay on you?"

"Anything you want love." She stripped off her g-string
and lay down in Sonia's place.

Sonia lay on her back over Cilla's stomach with her head
cushioned between Cilla's soft mounds. I would have to
be careful to keep supporting my weight.

Cilla wrapped Sonia in her arms and kissed the top of her
head. "All okay love?"

Sonia move Cilla's hands to hold her breasts and then
held her arms while Cilla started stroking. "Yes dear."

They looked up at me in anticipation.

I lay down and covered Sonia's prone form though I made
no attempt to penetrate her at that stage.

I put my mouth on Cilla's fingers and licked between
them, adding my tongues slippery touch on Sonia's
nipples.

Sonia released her girlfriend (wife?) and put her arms
around me instead as I moved up to kiss her. My
ensheathed penis was resting on her pubic bone and I left
it there for the moment.

It was rather strange laying there, supporting my weight
on my forearms as Cilla and I sandwiched our little
virgin between our bodies.

As I rested my body carefully on Sonia I felt the firm
backs of Cilla's hands against my chest instead of the
soft compressible tissues of Sonia's tits. Cilla's hands
wriggled and I lifted up while still frenching Sonia and
Cilla put her hands over Sonia's behind my back.

I felt her intertwine her fingers with Sonia's as I lay
back down, squashing the tiny breasts under my chest.

I began moving my hips to rub my prick along the fur-
lined gully. Sonia was wet and ready for fucking.

I wasn't sure if I was.

Fast or slow? I wasn't sure what would be best. Sonia
was stimulated; at least I wouldn't be trying to force my
way into a dry hole.

I thought of other incidents; you ripped an adhesive
bandage off quickly didn't you? A quick jab of pain was
probably better than a slow increase until her hymen
broke. Sorry if I'm wrong Sonia.

It may sound like I lay there thinking things over but it
as more my brain churning ideas around as we got closer
to the inevitable.

My prick had slipped into the entrance of her vagina a
couple of times but I hadn't pushed, instead backing off
and sliding along her slit instead. Now I made a
conscious effort to place myself there as I felt Sonia's
excitement building.

I pushed, hard, and felt a brief interruption before her
tight pussy engulfed me. It was only the volume of her
juices coating me that allowed me entrance. I waited at
the bottom while Sonia's fingers crushed Cilla's hands
and forced her fingers in turn into my back.

"It's all right", she looked at me. I hoped the dampness
at the sides of her eyes was joy but feared otherwise.
"Fuck me properly. Please!"

I started slowly moving back then buried myself again.
The latex coating, and I think maybe my concern for
Sonia, was all that kept me coming.

I WANTED to think about my loves lying under me and to
feel the total pleasure that Sonia's fantastically tight
twat was giving me but I had to force myself to put it to
one side while I concentrated on her needs.

Do you realise what an impossible task that is for a
seventeen year old male?

I did manage to keep the rhythm slow as Sonia lay there
experiencing a cock, or indeed anything, in her pussy for
the first time. The feeling of fullness was as intense
for her as the sensation of tightness was to me.

It was too much; I had to speed up.

The need for friction became immediate and my balls were
slapping against her ass as they began to unload. Cilla
felt Sonia's back being rammed against her protruding
clit. Not quite the best stimulation she had had but it
certainly made her a part of the "performance".

The spurts emitted from my throbbing prick were trapped
by the condom but Sonia felt the change in my body.

"Cross your legs behind his back", Cilla whispered the
advice and Sonia obeyed. This increased the pressure of
my prick against the front wall of her vagina.

"Oh yes. It's wonderful. Please keep going."

Cilla was being squashed but she thought it was worth it.

My rage was over but I knew I needed to leave Sonia both
satisfied tonight and wanting more at some later date. I
checked to see that the condom wasn't slipping and
redoubled my efforts.

Sonia peaked but didn't indicate she wanted me to stop.
I kissed her lips briefly as I continued to massage her
most private parts with my still stiff prick.

It was getting harder (no IT wasn't) to continue and I
was worried that the condom may come off leaving me
pumping my sperm coated cock in her less than protected
pussy. An unplanned pregnancy would not be a good
outcome.

So I gripped the rubber as I withdrew; Sonia complained
her adventure was prematurely over but I stilled her with
a kiss then lay against her, sucking on her breasts once
more while I fingered her pussy.

My manual manipulations managed marvels. Sonia soared,
sensations surging skywards. (Alliterative allusions
appeared appropriate, apologies!)

Spent, she lay there with an arm around my head and
Cilla's arm around her waist.

"Thank you both", she said.

"Thank you for the most precious birthday present I have
ever received. I hope I didn't spoil it in any way."

"No I think it was just perfect. Being here with the two
people I love most, it was better than I imagined."

"You're not hurt?" I was still concerned.

"No. There was a little bit of pain when you entered me
but then it felt so good and I didn't notice anything.
I'm a bit sore now but it's not bad."

"Can I get you anything?"

"A warm face cloth might be a good idea."

I kissed her, then our patient and loving Cilla, slipped
on some shorts and then disappeared to the bathroom.

"You sure you're okay?" asked Cilla. She worried that
Sonia might just have been being brave in front of me.

"Just hold me tight, love. It wasn't so bad as I had
expected but it does sting a little now. Is there much
mess?"

"I'm not sure. Do you want to sit up and check?"

"No, I'd rather lay here but I suppose I'd better."

I had left the light on during the delivery of my present
and Sonia sat to survey the "damage".

"Oh damn! I've got some blood on the top of one of my
stockings." She surveyed the rest. There was a read
smear over the top of her thighs but nothing too bad.
She'd had period accidents that looked worse.

When I returned she took the hot damp cloth and told me
to give Cilla a kiss and a cuddle while she cleaned up.
I let her have some privacy and move up to plant a lusty
kiss on a lusty wench.

Cilla hadn't been worried about getting off herself, it
was to be Sonia's special night after all, and she wanted
her lover to have an evening to remember.

Sonia had other ideas. She hadn't expected it to work
out this way but if this was going to be our "wedding
night" she definitely wanted it to involve a loss of
virginity between her and Cilla as well. (Cilla and I
had jumped the gun a little.)

She didn't know ahead of time whether she would have an
opportunity to use it but, regardless, she had packed the
dildo she had asked Cilla to buy.

She had put it away carefully while she still had her
hymen but with the loss of her virginity it was now
possible to consider its use.

She used a finger to check inside her hole. The tissue
was tender but not incapacitating. She was able.

Sonia fumbled through her bag and retrieved the rubber
dong, stripping off her gloves as she did so. It flexed
as she carried it over to the otherwise occupied couple
and she lay it down beside her as she nestled in between
her "wife's" legs.

Cilla was kissing me as we played with one another's
nipples when she felt Sonia start kissing her way up her
left thigh. It tickled a little and she anticipated
Sonia's mouth pressing down over her pussy.

Unfortunately (!) Sonia skipped that part of her anatomy
and continued down her right thigh. She stopped a little
way above the knee and began working her way back up
again, licking the smooth skin this time, a series of
long overlapping passes that moved her closer and closer
to the patch of wet fur.

Oops! Missed again! And down the left leg of the
increasingly frustrated Cilla. Down the left and up
again. Yes, she skipped over again, teasing this time as
she suddenly returned for a firm kiss amidst the sweet
secretions.

Her top lip brushed against Cilla's clit but Sonia wasn't
going there just yet. She was in a teasing mood and now
concentrated on licking Cilla's external features.

I had turned my head to watch and moved up to rest it on
her shoulder while lifting her breast back towards my
mouth. I massaged it gently while my teeth nipped
carefully, holding the nipple for my tongue to lash. I
released it and sucked the cone of her breast into my
mouth.

Now I could sink my teeth into the mass of tissue buried
behind the nipple.

I wasn't trying to hurt. My teeth didn't crush or bite;
merely gave me purchase, massaging the deep milk-giving
tissues while my tongue caressed the peak that allowed
their flow to the surface.

Sonia meanwhile was laving Cilla's outer lips, her tongue
making wide circles to avoid both the inner regions now
aflood with lubricating juices and her clit, standing
erect.

Sonia could have happily swallowed every last drop
gushing from the pussy before her but tonight she had
other things in mind.

She double-checked with her finger. Yes, Cilla was wet
inside as well as out; not just at the entrance but for
some depth within.

Sonia sat up and moved closer to her lesbian lover. She
slipped her right leg under Cilla's left and turned to
lay her left over the right. Their pussies were now
facing and with only a little effort Sonia was able to
rub her wet quim against Cilla's.

There are many ways of stimulating a woman's pussy.
Those that involve a good level of lubrication tend to be
much more enjoyable. Thus a tongue, or a slimy cock
fresh from fucking and covered in juices and spunk, are
likely to be preferred over a finger that needs to be
re-dampened regularly.

While not ignoring the pleasure of a job well done,
tongue and finger are of more benefit to the bearer of
the pussy. But when pussy meets pussy the pleasure is
most definitely felt by both parties and the race may be
on to see who finishes first.

So I watched as Cilla ground herself against Sonia and
Sonia ground herself against Cilla.

Fountain competed with fountain to flood the area and
clit collided with clit in a cascading shower of virtual
sparks.

I sat up, watching the feverish antics as my loves found
themselves in a runaway circle of mutual stimulation.

If one sought a moments relief, easing back, the other
came in harder, trying to maintain contact, the selfish
need for pleasure giving unavoidable pleasure in turn.
There were no conscious decisions to try something to
make the other person happy, once contact had been made
it was a personal feel-good experience that I
unfortunately could only watch.

Cilla's hand reached down and found Sonia's. Sonia
reached up with her other and seized Cilla's wrist in
turn. They now had the means to resist being pushed away
from each other and to draw their lover closer against
them; something I would have believed physically
impossible.

This set them off, their shudders only adding an
additional vibrating contact to each other. They eased
off, each maintaining contact with the other's hands but
letting their pussies drift apart. There was no
suggestion yet of separating. It had been an
overpowering experience but they wanted to stay together.

"That was amazing to watch." I spoke softly and
lovingly, my appreciative comments disturbing them from
their distracted state. I gave Cilla then Sonia a gentle
kiss; they weren't quite ready to sit up yet!

After a couple of minutes to recover, Sonia moved
slightly away from Cilla, to her initial disappointment.

She picked up the dildo and, out of Cilla's view, began
to coat it with the excess juices smeared all over her
pussy (and her thighs - I hoped I got the cleanup job.)

I watched as Sonia placed the end against Cilla's pussy,
(so big!) swirling it around slowly until it bumped into
place at the entrance to her vagina.

I had seen her use a vibrator on Cilla before but we had
forgotten the extra item Cilla had purchased for us.

It was about a foot long (30 centimetres) and was
designed to resemble the head of a penis at each end.
That was about the end of any resemblance with my prick
though.

I wouldn't get called needle dick, nor was the dildo as
wide as Sonia's narrow wrist but it certainly exceeded my
girth. I wasn't sure how it would feel to Cilla and was
definitely unsure whether it would even fit in Sonia.

Sonia gripped it close to Cilla so it couldn't flex away.
She started to feed it slowly into Cilla's cunt.

I must admit that looked like fun; If given half a chance
I'd like to try fucking the dears with it myself -
perhaps when they had worn me down but still needed more
pleasure themselves.

"Oh!" It wasn't a cry of pain. "Mmmm. Yes!"

Sonia made tiny fucking motions with her toy a couple of
centimetres in and out; not going deep; just gradually
getting the opening used to the width.

"A bit more, please love. Glyn. Come here!"

I moved up to her and she thrust her tongue down my
throat. I was missing the show but sometimes one must
make sacrifices.

Sonia now had more than the head disappearing and was
increasing the speed with which she thrust it forward.
Slowly back, almost out, letting the muscles start to
contract as she paused then firmly pushing, not too deep,
a quick thrust to stretch that hole.

The dildo was coated with juices and it was only the size
that impeded its motion. The ridge around the fake head
pushed over band after band of muscle, stimulating the
nerve endings as it massaged the buxom red head
internally.

Cilla felt it bottom out. It pressed against her cervix,
a brief twinge of pain before it was withdrawn only to
return, not quite so hard, then stopped.

The absence of motion was disturbing at first; Cilla had
been enjoying the sensations. Now, as her cunt
contracted around the phoney prick, the sensation of
fullness was like nothing she had felt before.

Cilla wouldn't have been able to describe the difference
between my prick and the rubber dildo in her cunt. The
sensations differed markedly and both were incredibly
satisfying in their own ways. She wasn't about to give
me up for a lump of rubber - the whole package was much
more enjoyable - but she wouldn't knock the dildo back,
even occasionally when I was available.

She felt it jiggle a bit inside her and I was allowed to
have another look as she lifted her head up to see for
herself.

Sonia was moistening the other end in preparation to
inserting it in her own pussy.

"Can you help my Glyn?"

Could I!

I held it where I had seen her do when she was inserting
it into Cilla and started the same sort of motion.
Wetting it as much as possible; finding the hole and
gradually trying to get it buried inside.

I had noticed the tightness of Sonia's twat; now I had to
try and get something even larger in there.

It was a little tricky manipulating it since the other
end was buried deep in Cilla. I tried to ease one side
in then the other, getting past the bulging rim of the
rubber head and then letting it hold her pussy wide while
the other side slowly edged in.

It took a couple of attempts and Sonia grimaced a little
as I finally managed to sink the head into position.

Sonia found her vagina had to stretch more than she had
anticipated. For a while she was wishing that she had
selected a smaller version. The pressure against her
damaged hymen stung a little more than before but as she
got used to the size the stinging became less important
than the other sensations.

The dildo wasn't just resting there. I may have stopped
pushing while Sonia recovered but both she and Cilla were
inevitably making little movements which transmitted
themselves through that rubbery link.

Cilla had a good grip on her end; her cunt muscles,
stretched around the larger than normal filling, were
gripping it tightly.

I had felt her ability to stroke my thinner penis with
those muscles so I could appreciate nothing was going to
shift the dildo if she really clamped down.

Sonia on the other hand had less to hold onto but there
was a noticeable difference in width between the head and
the shaft. Not a lot but the opening of her vagina,
having stretched past the larger head, had now settled
around the lesser diameter. I suspected it would take a
little work to get that sucker back out again.

Any movements she of Cilla made away from each other
resulted in that ring being pulled out slightly from
Sonia's body. Imagine looking at someone pursing their
lips for a kiss! It was obscenely arousing.

Likewise Sonia found she could push it in slightly with
movements of her body in the other direction.

If she tried too hard the length exposed bent slightly
but there wasn't much to bend so she was successful in
forcing it deeper.

I put my hand around the object protruding from the
depths of both my loves and held it firm, letting Sonia
ease it in at her own pace.

It was fortunate that my parents' room was at the
opposite side of the house and also that they treated our
privacy seriously. Otherwise I could just imagine a
knock on the door at the moment, being followed by its
immediate opening to allow a view of our trio stretched
lewdly out across the floor.

As Sonia moved back, gasping slightly as her cunt was
filled, my hand became pressed between the two still
slimy pussies. I removed it and watched as Sonia
gradually closed the gap, assisted periodically by an
extra push from Cilla. She left about four centimetres
between them; they could get no closer.

Sonia found her heart racing with the effort and the
excitement. She hand Cilla had managed to get off by
grinding their pussies together. Now she was ready to go
again and the feeling was very different. With the
double dildo in place she and Cilla could really fuck
each other.

The only question was - how to actually manage it.

While they were lying there getting their breaths back I
got cheeky and slipped my hands into the gap that
separated those two sweet pussies.

I crossed my forearms and pressed the backs of each hand
together leaving my fingers free to diddle the pair.
They were "trapped" and couldn't do more than squirm
around until one or the other decided to relax her hold
enough to let the dildo slide out of her pussy.

It was inevitable I suppose that Cilla should be able to
release her end before Sonia.

As the dong started sliding in and out with their
movements I sat back and watched. Sonia could feel her
"penis" was now freely moving at the other end and was
trying to pump it in and out of her partner. She wasn't
used to moving that way and took a little while to find a
satisfactory action.

Cilla lay there enjoying the movement of the large
phallus as it stroked her, stretching and relaxing the
muscles as the head moved back and forth. It felt
glorious.

I could have joined in again but was enjoying the view
too much. Think of how many men hire videos, buy
magazines or just generally fantasize over a lesbian
encounter.

Girl-Girl action is almost invariably interesting to us!

So should I give up my ringside seat and miss some of the
fun. No way. Unless one of the ladies wanted
assistance, I would just sit here, cock a-throbbing, and
drink it all in.

Sonia was managing better now. She still had a hard job
moving that dildo in Cilla's snatch but she had an
irregular rhythm going.

Or at least she did until Cilla gripped down, strangling
the dildo and refusing to let it go.

Sonia wasn't prepared.

She had pushed it deep into Cilla with a mighty thrust of
her slim hips and then lunged back with equal force,
expecting it to follow. Instead it was dragged through
her own cunt.

She had become accustomed to the feeling of absolute
fullness and this was suddenly changed to a ripping
effect as the massive stretched the muscular lining in
its passing.

"Arrrggh", she screamed with the unexpected sensation.
It wasn't exactly pain; the surge of pleasure as every
dormant nerve cell, tricked into a state of complacency
by the prior relative stillness of the dildo, fired as
one, a flood of pleasure, pain, heat and touch together
overloading Sonia's body.

She slumped over.

"Sonia? Are you alright?" I moved towards her, my
concern alerting Cilla that the scream presaged something
more serious.

Cilla noticed her lover's body poised in an unnatural
position (as if having a giant dildo stuffed up your twat
is a normal position!).

"Check she's breathing okay. She's probably just fainted
- it's happened before."

Before! What HAVE my lovelies been getting up to
together?

Sonia was breathing comfortably. I lightly patted her
cheek. What does one do with a person who has fainted?
Especially when they have an enormous dildo sticking out
of their pussy.

It is certainly not a good time to rush for your parents
or to call an ambulance but how do you know when you need
to?

Fortunately Sonia stirred without outside intervention.
When she came round enough to try to sit up the movement
in her cunt also did some stirring of its own, bringing
back all the nice feelings.

"Oh that was good. Did I faint again?"

"Yes love. Do you feel okay?"

She looked at me. "If I felt any better you would be
scraping me off of the ceiling, I'm that high."

She began rocking her hips again. Cilla still had hold
of the dildo and Sonia fucked herself on it.

The feeling was especially nice and she wanted a cuddle
to go with it. She made the effort to extract herself as
far as she could go without losing the toy and managed to
get her legs under her.

The dildo was now at right angles as Sonia knelt over and
between Cilla's legs. She used her hand to tuck it back
in a little more and leaned forward, her breasts landing
on Cilla's and her tongue piercing Cilla's open lips.

The dong was bent double and I was sitting looking
straight down between two pairs of legs to watch as it
pushed against the back wall of each young woman's twat.

Sonia could have cuddled me but she wanted this to be her
time with Cilla. If we had the time, and inclination,
she would let Cilla and I have a little together time
while she stayed back.

I couldn't resist though. The dildo looked like a cup
handle and I couldn't resist trying it out.

Sonia wasn't a heavy lass by any means but her body did
stop Cilla moving easily. I put one hand in the small of
Sonia's back which forced their pubic bones to rub
together and Cilla's clit, pointing skywards like part of
my little finger, managed to rub over Sonia's.

I held them together with the one hand and moved the
dildo in and out both girls with the other.

Cilla probably could have held on but let me have
control. Sonia didn't mind in the least that I had
joined in.

I found the best action was to twist my wrist ba

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