by Aran Ashe
Leah's climax came when that was said: it felt like hot water rushing up her bottom and somehow flooding her womb. Lauren squeezed her upper lip ever tighter until it felt like it must burst and the pulses of pleasure came without mercy.
'The honeydew's coming out of her at the front,' Ean said. She felt Lauren's other hand going under her belly, catching the fluid and smearing its sticky warmth all round her throbbing sex. The oily rubbing, the fingertip invasion of the sensitive furrows, almost made the pleasure burst again.
Lauren turned her over. 'Her lip . . . Look at it,' Ean said anxiously.
'It's nice to do that sometimes to a girl – like you do with ponies – putting on a twitch. It doesn't have to be on the lip: it works with the nipple; anywhere between the legs; sometimes an ear lobe; in her case, doubtless, the rim of the anus. But when you do it right, you can always tell. See – it's made her ejaculate.' Lauren stretched Leah's thighs wide as she lay on her back.
'I didn't know that girls –'
'Then you are learning, Ean. Hold it open, Leah – yes, your precious flower. Now pull back the sleeve at the top. Show off your little cock.' Lauren then explained the function of the clitoris.
'But it's tiny and there's no hole.'
'In a girl, there's a separation – it provides an extra place for pleasure. Show him, Leah. Let him touch the tiny hole. See, she likes that too.' Lauren gently sucked her nipples while Ean pressed and teased her pee-hole, making Leah want to come. The stretched muscle of her anus throbbed hot, as if still held open. Ean started to pluck at the segments of her chain adhering to her labia. Lauren sucked the bruised swelling on her upper lip, inciting it to grow. Then Leah felt the segments of her chain being used to draw her further open. 'I want to see her . . . ejaculating,' Ean murmured, 'how it actually comes out and what brings it on.'
'And how it tastes,' Lauren added, 'surely that too. And how often it can be made to come, and whether she can be drained before exhaustion – either hers or her lovers'.' Lauren sighed dreamily then stared down at Leah, who was breathing shallowly, the pupils of her eyes dilated to blackness. And for the first time, unprovoked, Leah reached up, her fingers tentatively caressing the lady's neck, wanting to be kissed again while the touching between her legs went on and on and wanting in turn to kiss a female breast or a swollen penis. Leah longed to explore as intimately as she was being explored; especially she wanted Ean, as the least experienced; she wanted to play with his penis, to force it to come in her mouth and to drink its salty spillage.
They sat her up again. Lauren allowed Ean to take temporary charge of Leah. His fascination now turned to her breasts: he wanted to know what made girls swollen there, why the nipple-surrounds were broader than a man's and why the nipples were fatter. Lauren simply said it was to do with making milk. 'But Leah's breasts don't have any milk,' Ean said. He sucked them hard, to make quite sure, and her nipples came fatter still. He kissed the blotches of raised, angry, itchy skin from her neck to her belly; he put his tongue inside her navel and made her squirm.
While his mistress left the bed and began pouring drinks, Leah tentatively touched his erection through the thinness of his trousers. She had not realised how close he was to spilling: under her touching he suddenly froze and she could feel the lovely warning tremble through the tips of her fingers. Then, sure enough, a small patch of his pre-come darkened the cloth. Leah kissed it, allowing the heat of her lips to seep through the cloth. Ean half restrained her by her shoulders; his whole body was trembling now. She took the fat glans – still sheathed in cloth – gently between her teeth, held it for a moment, then drew back and watched him teetering on the brink. She was about to put her hand down his trousers when Lauren returned with two goblets of drink.
Ean sank back on the bed to hide his erection. He took deep swift draughts from the goblet that his mistress gave him. Then Lauren offered Leah some but insisted on taking Leah partly on her lap to administer it. Leah could feel the warmth of her mistress's body as Lauren fed her little sips of what tasted like grain wine. Then she made her open – sitting fully astride her mistress's lap, facing outwards. Then Lauren dipped her fingers in the liquor and began anointing Leah's clitoris, making it shiny wet with repeated applications and gentle rubbing. Then, edging Leah forwards, she asked Ean if he wanted to lick it off.
Leah sat very open astride Lauren's knees. She felt Lauren's hand, hot against her back. 'Rest your head back against my shoulder,' Lauren whispered. Then Leah felt the liquor being trickled very slowly between her breasts, down the band of itchy, blotched skin and over her belly in tickling wavy lines that converged between her thighs in little pulses against her throbbing wet clitoris, kept erect by the fleshy warm licks of Ean's tongue.
'I think she's coming, mistress,' he murmured through the lickings.
Lauren urged Leah's legs even wider and thrust her bottom forward so that her groom might witness the spasm in detail. But Leah's come stopped in midexecution; she wanted it but either the wine had dulled it or the licking had been too keen. Lauren took her by the strands of jewelled chain and made her labia gape. 'Push out again,' she whispered in her ear.
'Let me see his nakedness,' Leah pleaded.
Ean then self-consciously unfastened his belt and Leah took his hot erection in her trembling fingers as Ean closed his eyes.
'No, master groom,' Lauren chastised him, 'you cannot now abdicate. The male must earn his deliverance. Gently – put your moistened finger into her – up behind her pee-hole. Now rub upwards, firmly, as if you mean to lift her bodily on your finger.'
Under this inner caressing, Leah moaned and shuddered, still clutching the fattened glans of Ean's penis and now drawing it towards her taunted sex. Her deliverance came: the rubbing, lifting digit steadily pumped the come from Leah's body and it squirted over the tip of his penis. Still shuddering, Leah squeezed the eye of the penis open and the last squirt filled the end of his tube. She tried to seal it with the pad of her thumb but most of the liquid exuded. His climax had not come, though she could feel its imminence in the slippery cap of his trembling glans.
Under Lauren's provocation, Ean grew bolder. He laid Leah on her side on the bed with her arms drawn back. She felt Lauren settling behind her. 'No, mistress – let me look at her first.' Ean's voice was guttural with excitement as he sought to take command. He walked round the bed to Leah's front, his penis poking from under his shirt, its cap still glistening with her come. She saw his sac – like a heart, it always seemed to her, a second heart that men have underneath, that pumps their semen into girls – and she wanted to reach to squeeze it but her hands were still behind her. Lauren grasped her restless wrists and drew them back. Ean now straddled Leah's narrow waist while she was lain on her side. His hot, heart-like sac sank into the hollow of her narrow middle. She felt the balls inside the sac, rolling against her, and the hot length of his penis stretching up her side. His knees trapped her ribcage tightly. He courted wantonness. She struggled for breath as his fingers began to twist her nipples and to pinch the swollen blotches down the side of her breast. His toes probed under her belly and buttocks, seeking heat and moisture.
Lauren revelled in this coarseness. 'Open for him,' she urged Leah. 'Open properly . . .' Leah tried to raise her leg. 'Wait,Ean . . .' Lauren made him dismount, then she held Leah's ankle high and started to smack her between the legs. 'It gets them ready,' Lauren said. Ean watched, taking tense pleasure from Leah's reaction. 'She's coming more open,' he murmured. Lauren continued smacking, concentrating now on Leah's sex, regardless of the presence of the chain, smacking the itchy blotches, making the pink flesh red, making the swollen inner lips vibrate with each smack that she delivered.
The door opened and Kapler came in. 'Leg up high,' Lauren warned Leah. 'And keep it up: don't make me keep telling you.' She continued smacking between Leah's legs, the smacks now falling directly upon her anus, which kept tightening though her mistress expressly forbade such contractions. Kapler approached the b
ed. In his hand was a dense hank of horsehair. Leah, shuddering under the sexuality of smacking, buried her face in Ean's lap. She put her open lips against his swollen sac where it fed into his penis and she shut her eyes and sucked – just as she wanted her sex to be sucked, while it was so achingly smacked to arousal and her labia felt so swollen with taunted pleasure.
She heard his gasp and felt the pulsing start and realised she had gone too far. She felt hot semen, not spraying but dripping like melted wax upon her ear lobe, inside her ear, running underneath and down her neck. Then she heard hollow sounds as if her head were under water. Now she kissed the balls more gently – they were still very hot and very fat. Her tongue laved the crease at the side. She loved licking men in these smooth ticklish places. Ean shivered in a way that told that he had never experienced this licking. His cock still stood up, hard and lovely. Both men were now naked. Leah twisted round to look at them, her arms still trapped behind her, her legs still open, her belly streaked bright purple with the itchy rash. Below it she glimpsed the reddened, aroused swollenness between her legs. Lauren was watching the men but now began touching Leah where she had been smacking her. It felt to Leah as if a wide warm bandage swathed the flesh there, and fingers were pressing blunted pleasure through it.
Kapler joined in the examination, asking specifically about Leah's ejaculation. Lauren was telling him as she toyed with Leah's semen-slickened ear lobe. The bubble of semen suddenly popped inside her ear and she felt hot liquid coming out and the sounds in the room got louder. Lauren bent over her and kissed her mouth, sucking the swollen lip that she had earlier cruelly pinched and twisted. At the same time Leah felt Kapler's heavy fingers trying to open her smacked sex as he spoke with Ean about her chains. Kapler then nipped the puncture points in her labia very hard whilst Lauren put her semen-coated fingers into Leah's mouth to hold her tongue, to quell her and stifle her gasps.
'See the clitoris, Ean,' Kapler was saying, 'becoming harder when I squeeze these piercings? Now – take hold of its foreskin and push it right back.' A hand came against Leah's belly, pressing. Then she felt her clitoris being forcibly extruded. 'There – like a little hard cock.' None of its sensitivity had been lost in the smacking; she felt the hot moist tip of it against the cooling air. Then something touched it, rasping stiffly, rubbing back and forth. 'See it twitching?' She shuddered and bucked. 'Now sit her up. Let's see if it swells.' Wound round Kapler's finger was a strand of horsehair.
'Oh no – please . . .,' Leah begged him.
'The reaction may take time,' Lauren said sultrily, putting her arm about Leah's shoulder. 'So sit up now, Leah. Put your knees up high. Push your little penis out while Kapler tries to make it bigger. Good girl . . . Let me touch her first. Let me touch it. Mmm . . . It feels so good and flickably stiff. Oh, you dirty little fat-cocked fuck.' And Leah groaned as Lauren flicked it. Then Kapler took a dense hank of horsehair and began to dab it gently against all the inner flesh that was pushing out. It made an itchy tickle wherever it touched. There was no stronger reaction at first. But the tickle continued even after the touching had stopped and when the same flesh was dabbed again, the itchiness deepened. It was like the tickle that you get inside your throat and cannot stop, but this tickle was spreading inside her sex. The more gently Kapler rubbed with the horsehair, the more Leah's toes clenched and the more she moaned.
'See, lad – two sets of lovely lips,' Kapler said. 'These inner ones, where she is punctured, are the more sensitive. They're erect but you can still feel a thin edge to them because her arousal is honing them keen. Now let's see what happens with the horsehair.'
'Let me,' said Ean, his voice strained with excitement. Leah looked at him with baleful eyes; she had thought him kinder than this. He did not meet her gaze but neither did he desist.
Lauren held her shoulders down. Kapler held her frightened knees tucked up and bundled her across his lap. His burning naked penis touched her spine. 'Use the long ones – they're tail hair,' he told Ean, who knotted the small hank into a shiny black bow. He rubbed the tightly curved end of the bow back and forth on Leah's protrusive knob until even Lauren shivered. Then he took a length of twisted strands stretched tightly between his hands and pressed it far into the crease between Leah's inner and outer lips. Leah gasped as her knob thrust out and tilted over to try to meet it. Quickly he pulled it away only to thrust it back on the opposite side. 'Careful. Go slowly,' Kapler warned him, gently pressing her tilted knob against the taut wiry strand.
'She's making honeydew from inside,' Ean said.
'And look – the inner lips are already swelling hard; the edge is disappearing.'
'Stop for now, Ean,' Lauren whispered huskily.
For Leah could feel her labia pumping up with fluid and tingling as if newly bruised, and it felt as if her tiny labial punctures instead had broad pins pushed through them.
'Give me one of those long hairs,' Kapler said. He wound the hair tightly round each of Leah's nipples, fastening them together, then he laid her on her back on the bed. 'Keep your knees up: our young master might not have finished in there.' He started to get off the bed then changed his mind, gathering her under the shoulders and knees, bundling her tightly then kissing her, sucking the itchy crimson swelling on her upper lip into a blister. Then he held her shoulders down on the bed and pushed his erect penis into her mouth and rubbed the blister with his thumb while Ean brushed the coarse points of a little sheaf of horsehair slowly back and forth across her pee-hole.
'She's a lovely one, Lauren,' Kapler said, carefully withdrawing his penis from Leah's mouth, rubbing his curved palm over her pulsing tight belly and plucking the puffy, tied nipples that crowned her young breasts.
'She's a good choice for him to learn with,' Lauren sighed.
'Then I'll get the ropes and things, now,' Kapler answered. And he began to dress.
'Go and help him, Ean,' Lauren said. The young groom appeared surprised; nevertheless he clambered into his clothes and followed Kapler from the room. Lauren remained with Leah, whose eyes were hunted and whose breathing had tensed. Lauren gently stroked her cheek. 'It seems we are alone,' she whispered wickedly. 'Turn over.'
5
The Ties That Bind
'So beautiful . . .,' Lauren whispered. 'So swollen . . . Perfect, dirty, precious, wanton little trollop . . . How I wish you could be mine.' Coarseness tumbled from her lips as she examined Leah intimately while the men were gone. Leah lay on her front while Lauren opened her and touched inside her sex and bottom. She asked about Leah's virgin's chain and who had put it there. Leah whispered of her training by the monks and of how they had used her bottom sexually while she remained a virgin and could still be shown as such to the visitors. When Leah mentioned their use of sackcloth to train her to anal pleasure, Lauren became very excited indeed. She pushed a thick knot of horsehair up Leah's bottom then slowly twisted it whilst stimulating Leah's swollen clitoris with very precise fingertip pressure – adding little dabs of spittle, keeping it moving, sometimes scraping it very subtly with the fingernail – until the men returned with the equipment.
When Kapler started hammering the iron tetheringpin into the floor-beam, the lodge-mistress arrived at the door to discover the cause of the commotion. Lauren went to explain to her what was about to be done and to press a gold coin into the woman's hand.
'Oh – apologies, my lady. She looked a minx when I saw her.' The lodge-mistress stared at the knot of horsehair in Lauren's fingers then, appeased by the gold, left.
Kapler screwed the rest of the pin firmly home and tested the eyelet by pulling. He had positioned it under a cross-beam in the roof. Lauren was back with Leah, rubbing her bottom and clitoris gently with the horsehair, then examining the progress of the swelling as the men undressed. Lauren's finger, soothingly cold, went inside Leah. 'You feel tight inside, my darling. Does it hurt?' She thrust deeper, forcing Leah's sex into a soft spasm against the feeling of penetration and the coolness, where she was so itchy and
swollen. Her inner lips stood out from her body. The men, already bearing powerful erections, came to feel and to squeeze them. They made her kneel up while Ean tied long lengths of horsehair to her labial chains. Then they made her stand on the bed, her feet in the patch of warm new dampness that she had yielded, the long strands of irritant horsehair dangling to her knees.
Ean funnelled his lips tightly round her shiny, hard erection then, with a hard suck, drew away. 'It's like a blister now,' he said excitedly. His lips reached again. With her flesh so tightly engorged, his tongue-tip could not find her pee-hole. He drew her as far open as possible using the lengths of horsehair, tying them round the tops of her thighs. Then he teased the exposed inner flesh with a fresh fistful of horsehair until Lauren warned him: 'Gently – she's still swelling inside.' Then Lauren's own gentle palpating of the inner flesh now bulging out only made the prickling pleasure worse. Leah remained standing open but her wriggling under Lauren's teasing drew the men into touching her even more.
They roped her wrists together and slung her under the cross-beam so her feet dangled over the metal eyelet screwed into the floor. They put a single loop of rope round her ankles and drew it down through the eyelet then horizontally to a pillar, to which they tied it with a slip-knot. As Leah's muscles stretched, Kapler gradually increased the tension with the slip-knot.
'She's sweating,' Ean whispered, standing before her, studying her skin minutely.
'It's from the stretching,' Lauren said. Ean's lips nuzzled under Leah's arms. 'Feel her belly now – racked ever so tight,' said Lauren, crouching, and brushed her lips over it while surreptitiously slipping her fingers round Ean's shaft.
