A Taste Of Amber

by Penny Birch

  ‘Before Amber puts herself up for general use,’ Henry was saying, ‘I suggest that part of Morris’s suggestion needs to be honoured. To complete her lesson I think Amber should choose one of us to bugger her. Now is the time to do it, and, should she state a preference for girls, I would like to inform her that Melody has brought the required implement.’

  I sat looking at him in disbelief. He knew me too well. Had he made the suggestion before I’d been spanked then I’d have laughed it off, offering some other form of submission if they were determined that I needed punishment. Henry, of course, knew full well that after being spanked by fourteen people I’d be meek and pliable. I was, and would have submitted anything other than my virgin bumhole with pleasure. As it was, the idea had my head spinning and I knew instantly that I wasn’t going to refuse – or at least not refuse a woman. Melody had produced the dildo, a black thing with straps that looked at once irresistible and terrifying.

  ‘No men, I’m afraid,’ I said. ‘I’m a bit precious about that. The girls could all do it, but for now …’

  I looked round, utterly submissive, utterly wanton, deciding which of eight women to allow to bugger me with the grotesque object that Melody was toying with thoughtfully. She was out, both her and Harmony would be too rough and, after all, it was my first time. I then saw to my horror that what she was actually doing was filling the oversized testicles of the thing with cream.

  ‘Sorry, Melody, another time,’ I said. ‘You too, Harmony.’

  Susan I wanted, but with her arm it would have been a farce. Anyway, I wanted somebody gentle but firmer, which cut out her and Trisha too. Carrie tempted me as I knew she’d giggle and make fun of me as the dildo slid up my bum, but she’d do that anyway. Ginny had earlier offered to help me set up my business, and I knew the nights would be far from dull, so she could wait. Vicky would be nice but at that instant she was on her knees with Todd’s cock in her mouth.

  ‘Ellen,’ I said, ‘but you can all watch.’

  ‘Don’t worry, we intend to,’ Rathwell answered.

  Ellen was already on her feet, walking over to me with her heels clicking on the floor. I looked up as she approached, the monstrous dildo dangling from her hand.

  ‘Down,’ she ordered in that same stern voice that had once made me so rebellious.

  Now I put my head to the floor and kissed her shoes. She made a little noise, a brief snort that signalled both amusement and contempt. I pushed my bottom up and spread my thighs until my lowered panties were stretched between them.

  ‘Look up,’ she ordered.

  I obeyed. She was hitching her dress up. Like me she had stockings on, and lacy black panties. The difference was that while hers were immaculate my stockings were torn and my pants were down around my thighs. Taking up the dildo, she held the straps experimentally apart.

  ‘It vibrates,’ Melody called out.’ ‘Take your knickers down a little and put the egg-shaped bulge against your pussy.’

  ‘Thank you,’ Ellen replied, as politely as if Melody had been instructing her on how to use a hairdryer.

  With her dress up to her tummy and her knickers a little way down, Ellen began to fasten on the dildo. Straps went around her waist and between her legs, leaving the thing protruding at the level of her crotch with the rubber balls bulging out beneath it. She pulled her panties up around the balls, making it look as if a monstrous cock was jutting out from her tiny, feminine knickers.

  I swallowed, looking at the thing and wondering if my bottom-hole could take it. Henry had put a candle in me and it hadn’t hurt. The plug of my pony-girl tail had stung a little. The dildo was a lot bigger than either – certainly as wide as Francis’s cock – and Susan had squeaked a lot when he’d put that in her. Melody had also squeaked when I put the whip up her bottom, and she presumably took the dildo in her bum from Harmony occasionally.

  ‘Don’t worry, Amber darling, I’ll be gentle,’ Ellen said as if divining my thoughts. ‘Carrie, come here and bring the butter. Amber, turn and stick your bottom up.’

  I obeyed, even though it meant that my open red bottom was now on full display to everyone. They were relaxing, sipping their wine and watching me being humiliated, some cuddled together, others talking quietly.

  ‘Is she really a virgin anally?’ I heard Rathwell say as Carrie dropped to her knees behind me and slapped a pat of butter in between my bum-cheeks.

  ‘I haven’t buggered her,’ Henry replied. ‘She likes me to come over her bottom, but she won’t let me try and put my cock up.’

  ‘Extraordinary,’ Rathwell replied. ‘She has such a magnificent arse you’d have thought someone would have slipped one up it. Still, she’s going to get it now.’

  Carrie had started to rub at my anus, tracing little circles round the hole that were making me moan with pleasure.

  ‘Does a dildo really count?’ Francis asked.

  ‘Try one up your butt, boy, and you’ll say it does,’ Melody answered.

  ‘Ah,’ Francis replied.

  ‘Ssh, let’s watch Ellen do it to her,’ Vicky remarked. ’I want to hear Amber squeal.’

  Carrie’s fingers had begun to open me, pushing, then sliding inside. I groaned aloud as one, then two fingers were pushed up my bottom. Looking round I could see Ginny rubbing butter on to Ellen’s rubber erection, grinning as she eyed my bottom. I grunted as Carrie slid a third finger into my anus. It stung a bit but I felt open and juicy and could feel the melted butter running down on to my pussy lips.

  ‘I think she’s ready,’ Carrie said.

  She pulled her fingers out. I certainly felt ready. My anus felt wide and juicy enough to have an orange pushed up, never mind the dildo.

  ‘Move her round,’ someone said.

  A couple of slaps did the trick, leaving me side on to the table as Ellen got to her knees behind me. This was it, I realised: the moment that my bumhole was publicly deflowered. Something hard touched my anus and I tightened it automatically, only for Ellen to start rubbing it in circles. Carrie was near me, offering me something – her fingers. I opened my mouth and let her put them in, tasting myself and the butter as I sucked on them. She gave a squeak of delight mingled with disgust, making me shiver and threatening to start my tears.

  ‘Come on, Ellen, don’t tease her,’ Ginny said. ‘Put it in.’

  Carrie pulled her fingers out of my mouth and there was sudden pressure against my anus. I squeaked aloud and tried to relax, gasping as it stretched my ring. For a moment I was going to cry red, and then it was in me, sliding up, filling my rectum, stretching and bloating me. I gave a cry, more of shame than pain, as the grotesque thing was pushed up me. Everyone started clapping and I burst into tears.

  ‘No, no, carry on,’ I gasped as Ellen automatically started to withdraw. ‘Don’t mind my tears, that’s just how I am. Put it right in.’

  Someone laughed. Rathwell I think. Ellen took me by the hips and pulled herself in, the dildo sliding up my behind until the rubber scrotum touched my empty pussy. I began gasping and panting as she began to bugger me properly. The cream-filled balls were soon banging against my pussy and I was scratching at the floor with my hands and gaping for air. I felt great, breathless and full of cock; utterly rude and utterly submissive.

  ‘Turn the vibrator on and push it well up. You’ll probably both come,’ Melody advised.

  There was a pause as Ellen fiddled for the switch, then suddenly it was as if my whole sex had exploded. The dildo was in my bottom to the hilt; the ridged rubber scrotum pressed hard to my pussy. The vibrations were right against my clit, making me even wilder than before. I knew I was screaming and scrabbling at the floor, calling for Ellen and Ginny and Susan and just anyone. Hands grabbed my breasts and a cock was stuffed in my mouth, I don’t know whose. Someone’s hand went under me and pulled the rubber balls on to my pussy, the lace of Ellen’s panties touching right on my clit. Their grip squeezed the false scrotum, squirting half a pint of cream deep up my rectum. I felt it spurt o
ut around the shaft of the dildo and that was too much. I started to come, kicking and scratching at the floor. I was sucking desperately on the cock in my mouth, which suddenly erupted, filling my mouth with real sperm. A second, more intense climax hit me, then a third. Everything went red, then black, and the last thing I remember was Ellen calling my name as she too reached her climax.

  Epilogue

  So the games mistress got me in the end, but in a way that I would not have imagined possible when she first made an advance.

  Ginny and I set up my saddlery business and lived together for some time, respectable businesswomen to the outside world, lovers to those who knew us. My pony-girl tack business thrived as well, and I gradually acquired a reputation for making the best tack available. I saw plenty of the people I’d come to know, both in normal life and as pony-girls, Vicky especially, who became my main model. Henry started his meets again and, once I had grown hedges to shield my field from prying eyes, I began to hold my own.

  Morris Rathwell never did get me as his slave, but what would have happened had I lost that crucial race I’m not really certain. The only thing that rankled at the end was that his initial threat to tell my father had been a bluff, and a successful one. The caning I didn’t mind, nor really getting fucked with my face in the mud. The second caning and buggery I feel sure I’d have taken just as well. As Ginny says, when it comes down to it I’m worse than she is. As for the week of being their slave, it’s not so easy to be sure. I’d like to think I’d have enjoyed it and then gone back to my old ways, but there’s always a nagging doubt …