IN THIS CHAPTER: Lilly recounts to Cassy her visit to the gynecologist. With Uncle Lars returning to Sweden, the Vatspalt family invite Lilly to a farewell pool party. Uncle Lars secretly plays with Lilly's special place. Lilly is presented with a cock in her face and the hunger returns. Eager to be subjugated, maiden Lilly demurs to King Lars' harsh punishment of her breasts, bottom and feminine petals. Bound by ropes, Lilly is enlightened to the tempestuous emotional and physical experience of utter helplessness. Her punishment complete, Lilly is shocked when an offer she makes is declined. During an afternoon by the pool, the Vatspalts turn Lilly into their plaything.
The Swedish slang words for cock (kuk), pussy (fitta, snippa and slidan), and asshole (stanga) are used intentionally. They are not misspellings.
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The next day, as always, Lilly entered the locker room and dutifully undressed. She turned away from her locker to face the row of girls dressing out for PE and hopped. She looked Shelly in the eye as she felt her heavy breasts sway and slap against each other, turning her nipples into hardened points. While most of the other girls hardly noticed any longer, Shelly and her four or five closest friends always made a point to take in the show and always reminded Lilly of their pet name for her: Bouncy Tits. This had been going on for so long, Lilly hardly heard them.
Following class she performed again, just as she did every day, and when Shelly and her cunt-faced friends finally lost interest, Lilly headed for the shower to find Cassy already in the stall. Cassy wanted to know all about Lilly's first trip to the gynecologist.
"I like it when he puts his fingers in both places," Cassy said.
"You do?" Lilly was behind Cassy, washing her friend's hair.
"Didn't you?"
Lilly thought for a moment. "Yes. But at first it was a little much. After I relaxed, it was pleasant enough." She smiled, "I liked that tape thing he stuck on my clit."
Cassy giggled. "Me too. Once, he made me come four times. It took an hour but Momma said I could do it."
"Wow! I came three times and I think I would have passed out if I came again. My clit is still sensitive."
"Yeah," Cassy said, "I cried through the last one and didn't even realize it."
Blushing, Lilly said, "I peed a little bit. It was so embarrassing."
Cassy waved dismissively. "Happens to me, too, sometimes. Even if I pee before going into the exam room. I hardly even notice any more and it's worth it to experience such an intense orgasm."
Lilly dragged the conditioner through Cassy's soft white-blond hair and gently scrubbed. She enjoyed touching Cassy and found these small, physical moments with her friend endearing. "He told me how to breathe. It really helped when he inserted those instruments."
Cassy was nodding. "I know, that spatula thing..."
Lilly laughed. "It's called a speculum."
"Whatever it's called, it feels like he's tearing my snippa open."
Lilly wondered how Cassy would feel during her next visit, when the doctor planned to use the larger instrument on her friend's pussy. Best to keep that to yourself, Lilly thought.
Pulling Cassy to her, Lilly wrapped an arm around the smaller girl's narrow shoulders and slid a hand over Cassy's breast. While grazing her friend's nipple, Lilly drew her other hand down the flatness of Cassy's soapy-slick tummy, over the swale of her butter-smooth mons and between the warm folds. Cassy did nothing to stop her.
Finding the hardened kernel, Lilly fiddled wih her friend's clit for a moment, until Cassy pushed her butt against Lilly's legs and sighed. Sliding her finger deeper into her friend's damp hovel, Lilly said, "That's because you're fitta is so fucking tight!" She laughed and Cassy did too.
The Red Devil school mascot emblazoned on the shower curtain hid their touching from the rest of the locker room. His eyes greedily observed their embrace. As Cassy moaned, Lilly thought back to her dream; saw the mascot driving his chiseled cock into her virgin pussy before crawling inside her. She shivered at the memory and thought: I bet you've seen a lot, you perverted little bastard.
Pushing that aside, Lilly dug deeper, delving inside Cassy's wet fruit with a second finger. For a moment, Cassy went limp against Lilly's taller body. And then she came to her senses and finally protested. "Get your big fat fingers out of there! You're going to stretch it out!" Cassy swiveled her hips away.
Lilly said, "Too late! Josh probably thinks I fist you!" Cassy laughed at the joke and Lilly went back to washing her friend's hair.
"I thought the speculum would hurt more than it did," Lilly admitted. "But I think my wine bottle made that part easier. It's when he pushed that funnel up my butt, that's when I thought he was going to split me in half."
"I know. It makes you feel so...I don't know...stuffed."
Lilly nodded. "Exactly."
"But after they're both in, I think it feels really good. I like it." Cassy turned to face her and playfully squeezed Lilly's tits. "Did you?"
"Yes, actually, I did. I didn't think I would, but it felt nice. He went slowly and used a lot of lube. I think that helped." She watched Cassy fondle her breasts for a moment, snickered, and turned the smaller girl around to finish washing her hair.
"But I didn't want him to see that I liked it."
Cassy said, "I think he knows. Afterall, his entire day is mostly spent looking and touching girls between their legs."
"Good point." Lilly smirked. "I'm pretty sure he thought I was hot. His dick got hard when he started taking pictures and there was a wet spot on his pants the entire time he was examining me." Lilly had not told her friend about what else happened while she was strapped to the exam table.
She was still embarrassed at her inability to swallow the doctor's cock when he pressed it to her lips. She also left out that Momma stepped in and got down on her knees to save all three of them the embarrassment Lilly had created when she turned away from his impressively large dick. And there was no reason to share with Cassy that she'd masturbated while watching her gynecologist fuck Momma's face. She wasn't sure how Cassy would take that news.
"Don't flatter yourself too much. He gets like that when he examines me, too." Cassy shrugged, "And with Momma and Louise. Mom said that men don't have the ability to hide being turned on. Which I think is awesome! There isn't anything much better than a big, hard kuk!"
Lilly smiled. She had come to realize that knowing she could excite a man like that was intoxicating and empowering. "I liked looking at it," she admitted. "It's so fucking thick."
Cassy giggled. "I wouldn't mind if he fucked me right there on the table." Then she squealed. "Oh, God! Talk about tearing me in half!"
Lilly furrowed her brow. "Cassy, he's a doctor, don't be gross." She knew she was a hypocrite before finishing the sentence, but it seemed the right thing to say.
Cassy looked upset. "It's not gross. He's smart, and he's always very nice. Plus, he's good looking and he's got an amazing kuk. What's wrong with wanting him to fuck me?" She waved her hand. "I mean, I'm already naked and my legs are spread. The table is at the right height, too, and my snippa is right there at the edge. All he'd need to do is pull his pants down and slip it in. With the straps he uses to hold his patients in place, I'd be helpless to stop him."
Lilly shrugged and said, "If that's what gets you off." This morning, however, the moment her alarm sounded, she woke to find her sheets saturated. Sliding her hand beneath the covers (she no longer slept in her Hello Kitty panties), she wasn't surprised to find her pussy wet. Quietly reaching beneath the mattress, Lilly found what she was looking for and pulled the cool glass under the sheets as she spread her thighs.
Pushing the wine bottle inside her special place while rubbing her clit, she masturbated to a similar fantasy. But in Lilly's mind, as Doctor Malstrom slid his fat cock inside her, Momma got up on the exam table and mounted Lilly's face. The older woman grabbed her hair and pushed Lilly to her bald pussy. "That's my good girl," Momma said as Lilly lapped. Lilly thought it best to keep this fantasy to herself and didn't share it with Cassy.
"Are you telling me you wouldn't let him fuck you?" Cassy asked.
Lilly feigned as if she were seriously thinking about it. Then she laughed. "I would. He seems really nice and he's got a great looking dick. But not in his office. It's too...um...sterile."
Cassy felt vindicated. "Told you." She said, "I wouldn't be surprised if he fucks a lot of his patients."
"Really? You think so?"
Cassy nodded. "Think about it. You spend all that time tied to the table and this great looking man is doing nothing but touching your fitta. He uses the clit tape to make you come and he's walking around with a huge, beautifully hard kuk. I bet a lot of his patients beg to be fucked."
"You know, you could be right." After a moment, she said, "He really hurt my tits."
Cassy nodded. "I hate that part of it. At least you have some cushion. With me, all he can focus on is my nipples. It feels like the pumping machine is going to pluck them off. I'm always crying by the time he finishes."
Squeezing her breasts tightly, Lilly said, "It may have been worse for me. He literally screwed all of this inside the glass cups. It hurt so fucking much. And that was before the pumping started."
Cassy was nodding; she understood. She said, "I hate it when he pushes my nipples inside my chest. It's like daggers." Gently plumping Lilly's breasts, Cassy's smile was full of mischief. "I bet he loved attaching that pump thingy to these. You're like a beautiful cow hooked up to a milking machine." Cassy's eyes got big and she smiled while tugging Lilly's nipples. "Moo, moo, mooooo!"
Lilly laughed. "Stop that. I'm not a cow." Placing her hands over Cassy's, she said, "He took a lot of pictures of them and the exam seemed to take forever."
Cassy giggled. "Well, with tits like yours, there's a lot to examine! I think he's kind of a tit guy. Most Swedish guys love big boobs since most Swedish women look like me."
"You have adorable tits, Cassy. They aren't as small as you make them out to be." She ran her hands over the diminutive hillocks and swirled her fingers around Cassy's cone-shaped areolas, turning the girl's nipples into hardened points.
Cassy harrumphed. "Whatever." Then she brightened. "Now that you're on birth control, I bet you can't wait for guys to start fucking you."
Lilly looked away. "First, the doctor said it would take a few days to become effective. And second, just because I can have sex doesn't mean I'm just going to jump in bed with some random guy."
Giggling, Cassy said, "I bet you wouldn't mind that cute guy in your math class bending you over. Oh, oh! Or there is that boy from last summer!" Cassy's eyes were bright. "What's his name?"
"Robby." Lilly playfully slapped her friend's shoulder then fiddled with Cassy's nipple. She said, "I don't know. They are both cute, but you all keep telling me I should be with someone older my first time."
Cassy nodded then watched as Lilly plucked at her jutting bud. "There is nothing wrong with that." Cassy's eyes went big. "What if my dad and Uncle Lars fucked you at the same time?"
Cassy burst into guffaws while Lilly pretended to be disgusted. Then the images from Louise's hotel weekend floated across her mind's eye. She found that once the seed was planted, she couldn't stop thinking about it.
She went home that afternoon to find the house empty and immediately undressed. She searched some porn videos and after trying a few different words and phrases, discovered the key words: double penetration.
Laying in bed, she played with herself while viewing a closeup of two thick cocks simultaneously pummeling into the woman's pussy and ass. When her special place frothed with arousal, she paused the video.
Strolling naked through the house, she went downstairs, finding what she wanted in the refrigerator. She hummed and absently finger fucked herself as the microwave spent 30 seconds taking the chill off her new toy. Back up to her room, she hit play while circling her butthole with some lube. While working her wine bottle into her bottom, she pushed a thick zucchini inside her pussy and sighed with contentment. It felt wonderful.
But she quickly discovered it was difficult to replicate the timing and coordination she saw on the video; there were too many moving parts and keeping everything in place while attempting to piston each dildo left her unsatisfied. She eventually gave up, left the toys buried in her body and went to work on her clit with her electric toothbrush. The subsequent orgasm was monumental.
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A couple weeks later, the Vatspalts were saying goodbye to Uncle Lars, who would be heading home to Sweden the following Monday. They spent all Saturday poolside, naked and in and out of the warm water. They had barbecue and drank a lot of homemade sangria, which Lilly thought was delicious.
They played Marco-Polo, had chicken fights and wrestling matches, and judged each other on diving off the springboard. Lilly stole glances at the men's cocks throughout the day, giggling when they bounced and flopped around as they frolicked. Her breasts did the same and she enjoyed knowing her second family took an interest in them. Six months ago she would have covered up with a sweatshirt to prevent people from ogling her tits and now she proudly showed them off.
Corn hole was a big hit and Lilly surprised everyone with her skill at tossing the little sack into the hole. The kids took lots of pictures and videos with their phones and swapped them between each other, often threatening to post the nude photos on their various social media channels. But Lilly knew it was all in good fun. The Vatspalts respected privacy and she trusted them all implicitly.
Late in the afternoon, Momma asked her to get some more towels from the pool house. Lilly waved to her lazily. "Okay, Momma. In a minute." Fairly drunk and very relaxed, Lilly was sprawled face-down on a lounge chair. Uncle Lars was working sunscreen across her shoulders and back. He was firm as he massaged her muscles, which were sore from the rough-housing.
She loved being touched by him, but was trying to conceal her arousal by talking about yachts. When his hands came to rest on her bottom, her breath caught. Gently squeezing, he spread her cheeks open and rubbed the lotion between them with his thumbs. It felt wonderful and she smiled when he lightly pressed them to her butthole.
He asked, "You want some help getting the towels?"
Lilly giggled and squirmed her bottom against his fingers. "Sure, thanks." Using his thumbs to open her tightness, she'd hoped he would push his finger inside. She had made good progress with her bottle and had learned to relax against the strain the glass created upon being inserted.
Instead, he pulled back and dribbled the sunscreen down the back of her legs. Nudging them apart before working the lotion into her skin, his thumbs moved deeper between her thighs, grazing her special place. He said in a low tone, "You're wet."
"I know," she cooed. "Sorry." She wasn't at all sorry that he'd discovered her arousal and opened her legs further.
Prying the folds of her pleat apart with his thumbs as his fingers kneaded the lotion into her thighs, he said, "You have nothing to apologize for." He chuckled. "It just shows that I am an expert when it comes to applying suntan lotion to a beautiful young woman." His hands slid lower down her legs; stong fingers kneaded her thighs.
"You'll get no argument from me," she said softly. He rubbed her calves and then spent a few minutes massaging her feet, which felt amazing. He rubbed each toe and she never thought someone playing with her piggies could feel so wonderful.
"Hey you two," Momma called. "Do you think the towels will arrive today?"
"Sorry," they said in unison. Getting off the lounge chair, Lilly saw his cock was rock hard and stood at glorious attention. She couldn't help but giggle. As they walked across the yard, she feld emboldened by the alcohol and took hold of his manhood. He didn't protest and she asked, "After we get the towels, will you do my front?"
"Sure. My pleasure."
Mine, too, she thought. She couldn't wait to get back.
The pool house was generously sized and well furnished with day beds and even a small bathroom. It was bright and airy, with large glass French doors that looked out to the pool. The walls were lined with shelves and cabinets and were full of inflatable pool toys, spare bathing suits and the various items needed to keep the pool clean. The cabinets were also catch-alls for storage of all sorts of other things deemed not worthy of being kept in the house. "I'll go high, you go low," he said.
"Sounds like a good plan." She knelt to look into a cabinet. They worked their way around the room in opposite directions, pulling towels as they went, and met at the far wall. He was standing over her, looking on a shelf, and she watched his gorgeous kuk as it proudly poked perpendicular to his flat stomach.
It was still pleasantly firm and only a few inches away. The shaft was serpentined with pretty blue veins and the pink head shown glossy with arousal. His hairless balls hung low, like ripened plums. It all looked utterly delicious and her stomach actually gurgled as she licked her lips; she suddenly realized she was physically hungry for his sperm. She recalled Momma's comments at the cafe: 'When a man's penis is near your mouth, you pleasure him. There is nothing to question.' Still, she felt the need to be polite. Looking up to him, she asked, "Uncle Lars, I want to suck it again. Can I?"
He smiled down at her, his large hand stroking her dark, wet hair. The tenderness of the moment caused Lilly's special place to stir. He said, "Of course, sweetheart. You don't have to ask."
She didn't really know how to say what she wanted but knew she had to try. Recalling their conversation on the yacht, she said, "This time, will you be the king?" He knew exactly what she meant and his handsome face grew stern.
"Stand before your king, my young maiden." Lilly slowly stood, enjoying his eyes on her nakedness. He quickly took hold of her nipple and twisted. "Do not look upon me with your eyes," he said. "You are not worthy."
Wincing, Lilly quickly looked toward the floor. "I'm sorry your Highness." He let go of her nub and it throbbed. She made a move to rub it and he slapped her hand away. She looked up at him and quickly looked back to the floor when she saw his disapproval.
"Turn around." Lilly turned and faced the wall. Pressing her firmly, he crushed her breasts to it, then used his foot to nudge her ankles apart. His hands were upon her shoulders; squeezing, as if testing the freshness of a piece of fruit. He did this across her body, gently pinching and plumping; appraising. When he got to her bottom he swatted it and Lilly yelped in surprise. It was harder than she'd anticipated. "Your king demands you take hold of yourself and open them."
"Yes, your Highness." Lilly ran her hands over her ass and bent slightly so that now her cheek was pressed to the wall. Slipping her fingers in far enough to feel the ridges of her butthole, she pried her cheeks open. To her delight, her king got down on his knees and closely inspected her entrance. "Oomph," was what came out when he pushed his finger inside her tightness. She felt the wiggle and then the thrusting and sighed. As his speed increased, she used her breathing techniques to relax. And then it was gone.
"Turn around."
Lilly obeyed and was surprised when King Lars popped the finger that had been in her ass into her mouth. Lilly's eyes went big and she made to pull away but the wall prevented an escape. Shaking his head slowly, he said, "Do not move, my young maiden, or you will be a sorry girl."
Lilly froze.
"Now...my young peasant...suck."
Lilly obeyed. It felt dirty and a little gross, but she did as commanded, sucking on it as he slowly pistoned it between her lips. Withdrawing, he examined then wiped his finger across her cheek. Lilly moaned softly at the humiliation.
"Stay put," he said, turning away.
Lilly stood still but rubbed her thighs together as she watched him walk across the room; his butt was round and firm and evenly tanned. She felt her juices weeping from the lips of her special place. Her king stopped at a cabinet and opened it. Through the French doors she saw Momma and Erik in the back yard. They were talking as Daddy tended to the barbecue. Lilly couldn't help but smile when she saw Momma take their stiff cocks in her hands and gave them a few tugs. Momma looked surprised when Daddy bent her over the barbecue island and they both playfully began swatting her bottom; Daddy with the spatula and Erik with his open hand.
She saw Cassy and Louise were sprawled out on lounge chairs looking at their phones. Cassy was playing with herself, two fingers dipping in and out of her special place, though nobody seemed to care. No one was paying attention to what was happening in the pool house.
When her king returned, several ropes dangled from his fingers. Spinning her around, he quickly and efficiently tied her wrists behind her back. She found her sudden incapacity exciting and a little unsettling. He could do whatever he wanted.
Next, he draped a rope around the back of her neck, the two ends dangling between her breasts; they fell almost to the floor in front of her. From behind, he took the ends and pulled them up, between her legs, squishing the plumped periphery of her special place between the two strands tightly enough so that her fluffed petals were forced into view.
She grunted when he ran the two ends between the cheeks of her bottom and tied them to the portion of rope looped around the back of her neck. The material was rough against her femininity and asshole so she was a bit surprised at how excited she was. The ropes created a sense of security and unease at the same time. It was an entirely new sensation.
The next piece of rope he tied to her forearm, wrapping its length around her tummy, tucking both arms tightly to her body as he worked upward. If she lost her balance, she would have no way to break her fall. This caused more nervousness to percolate; her heart raced and pounded in her ears. The nylon strands wound tightly from just beneath her rib cage until they nestled under her tits.
Facing her, he took hold of her breast and slowly pumped, his thumb lightly grazing her nipple. She loved his hands on her body and watched closely, moaning softly as he worked. Satisfied, he wrapped the rope tightly several times around the base of her mound, turning the creamy skin pink. He did the same to her other tit, then continued wrapping the rope above them, effectively pinching her hillocks between the strands.
Their typically round shapes were now flattened, with her areolas stretched tightly and her nipples dark-red candy-sized gum drops. Finally, he ran a strand bisecting their strawberry crowns, just beneath her nipples, so that when he flicked her buds they rubbed against the roughened nylon. She groaned at the discomfort but that didn't deter her king from delightfully administering his torment.
He played with her nubs for some time, a bemused grin on his face while watching the discomfort on hers. The tip of his rapier rubbed against her exposed pussy lips and she wondered if his cock would have slipped inside her had he not so securely trussed her special place.
Her nipples grew more irritated as he entertained himself. She couldn't recall them ever being this sensitive and when she begged him to stop, he smiled sweetly and said, "My young maiden, you were put on this earth as my plaything and I thank God for this."
This made Lilly's heart skip. He had never said anything like that and even when she started to whimper, she said, "Thank you, your Highness." She would endure his torment to please him.
When he finally stopped, he looked at her raw buds and arrived at a decision. "And now for the softness between your thighs, for it belongs to me, does it not?"
Lilly was worried about what her king had in mind for her pussy, but she was also incredibly aroused. Her special place was leaking to the extent that her thighs were shiny. "It does, your Highness." Bowing her head, she said, "My softness belongs to you." Maybe he was going to fuck her! To be tied up and unable to fend off his advances elicited even more warmth between her thighs.
She quickly learned her fate.
King Lars took another strand of rope and looped it around a few of the wrappings bisecting her tummy, before tying it into a knot right above her belly button. She realized the knot would prevent this strand from sliding sideways, no matter how her body twisted. Lilly began to dread what he had in mind.
Watching him run the loose strand over her puffed mons, her king carefully measured the rope against her pussy and she trembled when his fingers grazed her petals while he tied a thick triple knot in its length. Gently twisting the knot against her lips, he moistened it with her juices, turning it back and forth until the material had darkened. His touching of her special place was exquisite; the incessant rubbing of the rope against it was not, and she couldn't determine if the noises she made were derived from pleasure or pain.
Slipping two fingers and his thumb inside her, King Lars opened her feminine pleat and pushed the knot between the folds. He fiddled with the two strands pinching her pussy closed, ensuring the knot would remain firmly in place.
Gulping at the intrusion, she whispered, "Oh, fuck."
Without even looking up from his task, he quickly stung her breast with a slap. Lilly yelped and the tears came quickly. "No such foul words shall escape your mouth when your king is present, my young maiden," he said. Turning her around, he tugged the strand sharply upward, between the cheeks of her bottom. Lilly yipped as the knot seated. "I'm sorry, your Highness." The rope ground against her clit and pubic bone and he pulled it tight enough that she went up on her toes in an attempt to reduce the discomfort. Doing so did nothing to help and she gasped when the knot completely buried itself inside the billowy folds of her straining pussy.
The clotted nylon felt like a small fist.
Lilly stood quietly, her head bowed, as her king tied the strand to the ropes crossing her lower back, ensuring the knot would stay in place. She quickly discovered the slightest movement caused the buried rope to rub against her clit and the knot to slide along the tender wet walls of her special place.
"Please turn around, my young maiden."
The instant she stepped, the rope moved and she whimpered.
"Perhaps, my love, smaller steps will relieve some of the discomfort," he said. She was momentarily stunned before her heart welled. 'My love!'
"Yes, your Highness." Lilly took the smallest of steps, and while it didn't generate as much sensation, it was still very noticable. She also had to be careful not to fall. The process of displaying herself to him took time and with every tiny movement there was irritation on some part of her body. To be so helpless and then forced to subject herself to constant discomfort was a new discovery.
When she faced him she saw his satisfied smile and the finger he'd stuck in her asshole was doing a slow twirl. "Keep going."
She groaned and pinched her eyes shut as the ropes worked against her flesh. More concerning were the first ripples of pleasure emanating from her tortured clit. If she kept this up, her body would be wracked with an orgasm and trying to comprehend how uncomfortable it would be was difficult to grasp.
By the time she faced him again, her body was quivering. Sweat was dripping down her forehead. Brow furrowed in concentration, her lower lip tucked behind her front teeth, she slowed her moves, trying to stave off the pleasure as much as the pain. She shook her head, her eyes pleading, when she saw his finger continued to twirl. "Please, your Highness. Please allow me to stop." Like lighting, his palm landed across her breasts in two quick bursts. Lilly howled and jumped and moaned as she strained to keep her ecstasy at bay. Behind fresh tears, she saw her king's smile as he continued twirling his finger.
"Ye, yes, your Highness. But it is so difficult." He offered no solace; his finger continued twirling. She made another half circle around before the inevitable happened. Her orgasm exploded and her body shook violently. "Ah, God! My special...! My pussy!"
Her knees buckled and when they did he caught her in his strong arms, her body vibrating, her cries loud in the room as the rope savaged her clit. Holding her tightly, her king allowed her to slowly slip to the floor. Lilly came to rest on her knees and he held her by her shoulders, keeping her from falling completely.
"There, there, my young maiden. You can't prevent it, despite your best efforts. Just allow it to happen."
With each crash of a wave, her body hitched and she yelped at the pleasure-pain. She wanted the knot out of her pussy and the strand away from her nipples, but her hands and arms were completely bound. And it went on like this: unrestrained pleasure coupled with unnerving discomfort. In the middle of her second orgasm, when she hiccuped, King Lars shoved his cock down her throat.
Grabbing her pigtails, he said, "This is for you my young maiden." Thrusting his hips against her face, he said, "In my kingdom, it is required that all young maidens kneel before me and drink my essence in celebration of their benevolent master."
Lilly gargled and gagged and groaned. She had lost all control. Her nipples burned and her pussy felt raw as the ropes continued their torturous rubbing. With each savage thrust, her body shook and the ropes worked their magic. She was breathless and unable to really close her mouth around his delicious cock. He didn't care; ramming his sex to the back of her throat. Tears caressed her cheeks as another smaller quake rippled across her abdomen. He exploded in her mouth and his sperm shot down her throat. She did her best to swallow it but failed.
When he pulled her off, a thick stream of her spit and his extract came with it, flinging onto her breasts and his feet. She hardly took a breath before he rammed it down her throat again, gagging when she closed her throat around his thickness. He held her there, his heavy sack slapping her chin as he fucked her mouth. She felt the thick veins sliding over her tongue and against her teeth as he moved. Lilly never stopped looking into his eyes, even when her stomach flopped and the tears streamed down her cheeks.
Finally he slowed. Smiling down at her, King Lars guided her head with his strong hands and offered very clear direction. He made her spend several minutes kissing and nibbling the fat purple crown of his kuk, nursing a steady dribbling stream of his delicious extract into her mouth. He said, "My young maiden, repeat after me: 'I love my King's essence. I am not complete without it inside me.'"
Not really under any sort of control, she took a brief pause from the task at hand and echoed his statement in a whisper, over and over as she nursed. "I love my King's essence. I am not complete without it inside me." He smiled down at her before finally forcing himself deeply into her throat when he came again.
The sound he made was animalistic, and he pushed her face into his abdomen. She choked again, but this release was manageable and not a drop was wasted and that made her happy. The big glops of his sperm warmed her tummy.
When he was spent, he commanded her to rise. This was difficult to do, but with his help, she managed. He massaged the drippings on her flesh, his fingers swirling around her areolas and gently twisting her glistening nipples, which was torturous. She whimpered but stayed still. Her body had finally calmed down and the last thing she wanted to do was move.
His hands were warm and their large size enabled him to grasp most of her flesh; the sensation was unbearable, but she was helpless to make it stop. And then she realized she didn't want it to end. What he said next surprised her. "Your king is most displeased as you have allowed your spit to fall upon my feet. Do you feel my feet are worthy of your peasant spit?"
"No, your Highness."
"For this you will be punished."
"I'm sorry, your Highness." She bowed her head.
"You must make amends, my young maiden."
"Yes, your Highness. Anything."
Eyeing her for a moment, he said, "Stand up straight." She slowly corrected her posture and the ropes shifted against her flesh. Wincing when he cruelly lifted the heavy mounds by their pinkened nubs, Lilly watched helplessly as he dipped his hands up and down. Her areolas stretched uncomfortably by the weight and he continued doing this until she groaned at the discomfort and tears rolled down her cheeks. He said, "For your insolence, my young maiden, your breasts are to be punished by my hand."
She sniffled. "Yes, your Highness."
"Each breast will be slapped nineteen times, once for each year you have been on this earth."
"Yes, your highness."
He landed the first blow upon her left breast, his palm snapping sharply across the aching nipple and areola; her flesh bounced and flung under the force, the rope digging. It was sharp and stinging.
"You will count each swat, my fair maiden," he said coldly.
"Yes, your Highness. One."
By only the third slap, tears filled her eyes and when he raised his hand she hunched over, cowering. He stopped and told her in a warm, reassuring voice that if she didn't stand up straight to accept her punishment, the next blow would be harder.
Gathering the courage to present herself as he commanded, she said, "Yes, your Highness." Submitting herself to him was as uncomfortable as it was pleasurable and her special place filled with the wonderful damp warmth she knew so well, which was at odds with the pain she felt with each slap of her tits. At least the moisture down there had softened the knot.
He took his time, and following each slap, he kneaded her flesh firmly, pinching and twisting her nipples as he worked. When he was finished, her breasts glowed rosey and she was sobbing. Finally, pulling the rope away from her nipples, her king lowered his mouth to her hillocks, he gently kissed and lovingly suckled her flesh for some time. When she moaned with pleasure he abruptly pulled off. "Your punishment is meant for my enjoyment, not yours, my young maiden."
"Yes, your Highness. I'm sorry."
Sitting down on a daybed, he said, "Next, you are to put yourself over my knee."
She feared and relished what was coming next. "Yes, your Highness." Lilly carefully stepped to him and folded herself over one of his muscled thighs, so that her bottom was upturned. She whimpered as the rope continued its incessant rubbing of her pussy. She felt the stiffness of his cock against her hip.
When finally situated, he gently lowered her head upon the carpeted floor so that the top half of her body was upside down. With her feet no longer touching the ground, her incapacity only grew. Her bright red orbs hung heavily against her chin.
"Spread your legs, girl."
Moaning as she obeyed, Lilly said, "Yes, your Highness."
"For your misbehavior, the softness between your thighs will be subjected to your king's hand. Do you understand?"
"Please, your highness. It belongs to you, but the rope...the knot."
He paid no attention to her protest. Using his foot to push her ankle away, he spread her thighs widely and made it impossible for her to close them. He began gently, his strong fingers manipulating her pussy, plumping then flaying her lips open. When he began pressing and tugging on the knot, she hitched. Tears leaked upward, because of her awkward position, over her forehead. "Your softness is pink and very wet, my young maiden. I enjoy seeing it strained in such a manner." And then he fiddled with the knot and her thighs quivered. More tiny waves were forming.
"Please don't make me come," she pleaded.
His laugh was genuine. She could hear the happiness in his voice. "My young maiden, your requests fall upon my deaf ears." A thick finger dug into her pussy, hooked below the knot and he slowly twisted.
"Yes, your Highness." In an attempt to relieve the building pressure, Lilly pushed her special place to his probing fingers. The waves of an orgasm were building quickly against her bud, which he pressed against with the rope.
"Is it ready to be punished?"
"Yes, your Highness."
Lilly yipped when he drove two more fingers and his thumb deeply into her special place, encircling the knot. Her pussy went taut. Continuing to thrust, he nearly pushed her from his knees and braced his arm across her back to keep her in place. Droplets of sweat popped up on her forehead. "Your softness belongs to me. Do you understand?" He pushed harder, to the third knuckle.
She grunted, "Yes, your Highness."
Rotating his wrist, he drove into her. "Oh! Oh God!" She was sweating and crying and her hair hung over her face.
"It's meant to be opened." He spread his fingers apart within her and she was reminded of Louise doing the same thing months ago. And then she flashed back to the sight of her pussy on the monitor in Dr. Malstrom's office as he ratcheted the speculum open. But his hand was much larger. "It is to be stretched to my liking."
She was going to come. "Yes, your Highness." She pinched her eyes shut. "You may do with it what you want."
"To whom does it belong?"
"To you, your Highness. The softness between my thighs belongs to you." He pushed hard against the knot and she grunted. Her hair flew and stuck to her sweaty face. "I'm going to come."
She wasn't lying and he knew it. Withdrawing his fingers, he said, "Not yet."
But she was on the verge of an explosion and only pushed her special place toward his fingers. "Please, your Highness. Oh please. Let. Me. Come." She knew it would be uncomfortable, but she couldn't stop herself. She had lost control.
He began tracing his fingers lightly over the ridges of her labia, before worming one, then two fingers back inside. "Nineteen thrusts. One for each year that you have been on this earth." Shoving his thumb inside her again, the thrusting began in earnest; pushing the knot deeper into her womb while also putting increased pressure on the strand pressed against her clit. Her dangling breasts bumped into her chin with each strong push.
"Yes, your Highness."
"You will wait until the nineteenth thrust, and then you may experience pleasure."
"Yes, your Highness, but please hurry." The tide was rolling with force. "Hurry." Biting her cheek, she hoped the pain would calm the flow.
But she couldn't wait. Her body was racked with trembles before he reached the sixth round of her impalement. She cried out as the tidal wave broke over her bud again and again. She heard the sloppy wet noises of her pussy as he tugged the knot fervently. She was panting, nearly breathless, when he finally stopped. She lay limp across his lap, gasping for air. She was light headed because of the awkward position.
Withdrawing his fingers, he ran them over the cheeks of her bottom. "Your pleasure could not wait, my young maiden."
"No, your Highness. I'm so sorry." Lilly was still crying as the waves subsided.
"For your disobedience, you are to be spanked."
"Yes, your Highness."
"Nineteen swats upon each cheek," he said. "One for each year that you have been on this earth."
"Yes, your Highness."
As he had done with her breasts, he took his time with her bottom and he was firm in his administration of her spanking. When he landed the last swat, he slowly untied the strand of rope bisecting her pussy. She whimpered when he tugged the knot free. Next came the strand around her neck; letting loose the trussing around her mons. Finally, he freed the strands holding her arms and wrists. Lilly slid slowly from his knees, the last remnants of her captivity piled into a heap at his ankles.
Her body was striped with pink marks as the blood began to flow. She lay there on the floor for several minutes, all but exhausted. His body glistened and his muscles were like cords beneath his tanned skin. "You're lucky that your king doesn't see fit to push himself inside your softness."
She saw his stunning kuk was fully awake, and said, "Your maiden would not protest if that was his majesty's desire." She opened her legs. "The softness between my thighs belongs to you." She'd never wanted to be fucked by anyone so much in her life. She was ready and would have been honored if he was her first.
His face changed almost imperceptibly and she knew at that moment it wasn't going to happen. "Come here, honey," he said. "Sit next to me."
Lilly was embarrassed and confused so she tried again. Flaying her fitta open, she said, "Why don't you come down here?" She pooched out her lower lip and batted her eyes. Her heart sank when he slowly shook his head. His kuk began to soften.
He offered his hand and she took it. His eyes were glimmering as he pulled her to her feet. "This is not how your first time should be, Lilly."
She harrumphed. "How do you know?"
"Well, I don't, I suppose. But how about this: It's not how I want your first time to be."
"Don't you want to have sex with me?" Now she did sit down next to him. He'd hurt her feelings.
"Of course I do. You're one of the most beautiful people I've ever known, both inside and out."
"I'm ready." Thinking for a moment, she tried another approach. "I can have sex and won't become pregnant. I'm on birth control."
"That's good to know," he waved his hand dismissively. "But I'm not worried about getting you pregnant. I want you to think about this afternoon. Is this what you want?"
"I enjoyed it," she said. And she genuinely meant it. "I love my king's essence."
He smiled. "That's as it should be. But is my taking you in this pool house the moment you want to remember the rest of your life?"
She looked around at the silly pool toys and saw his point. As if reading her mind, he said, "This house is rented to every museum director that comes through San Francisco." He spread his hands. "How many people have had sex in this room?"
It offered everything a young person could ask for in a fuck-pad: It was private. "A lot, probably."
Chuckling, he asked, "How many times do you think Louise has had sex in this room?"
A sad grin formed. "A lot." She knew this because she and Cassy had watched Louise get fucked by a guy on this very daybed.
"Exactly. This isn't the place, is it?"
Lilly shrugged. It could have been the place. She took hold of his softened kuk and gently flopped it against his thigh. The moment was long gone and this made her sad. A few seconds ago she imagined him bending her over the couch and slipping his cock inside her.
He said, "This is not the right moment and you will know without a doubt when that moment arrives."
"I suppose." She looked out the window at the Vatspalts and then at him and he hugged her tightly then kissed her on the cheek. He attempted to pull away and she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his and he returned her passion with his own. Their tongues explored each other's mouths for a few moments and then he did pull away.
"Now let's get back outside. My sister is probably pissed that we've been gone so long."
When they exited the pool house a few minutes later, Lilly's upper body was striped like a zebra, her breasts and bottom rosey, her mons was flushed and her lower lips were loose. They were both smiling and no one had to ask what they'd been up to.
Having handed the pile of towels to Momma, Lilly flopped back face-up on the lounge chair with her legs open. Uncle Lars spent the next hour slowly rubbing suntan lotion over her body. Working his hands over her mons, he said quietly, "Your king is most pleased."
"Why is that, your Highness?" And then she purred as Uncle Lars slipped two fingers inside her special place.
"The softness between your thighs still gapes from my punishment."
"I know," she said. She wished it seeped with his seed, but that hadn't happened. "It belongs to you and you may do with it what you desire." Placing her hand over his, she prevented him from pulling out. He didn't object and used his free hand to massage her breasts, while slowly pummeling her pussy.
After a few minutes, Lilly began to moan and that caught the attention of her second family. The Vatspalts wandered over and stood around the lounge chair.
Momma said, "Lilly, take Daddy's penis in your hand.
Lilly looked up sleepily to see Daddy's beautiful dick poised above her. It was rock hard and she grinned at him as she took it in her hand. The weight of it felt right. Using her thumb, she pushed and fiddled with the thick purple head, giggling when a pearlescent drop oozed from the tip and fell upon her shoulder. She had begun stroking him when Erik said, "Here's mine."
Turning, she saw Erik stood to the side of her lounge chair, opposite Daddy. His dick looked delicious and she licked her lips when she took it in her hand.
Between her legs, Uncle Lars rubbed her pink button and she squirmed on the lounge chair. Cassy and Louise took a seat on each side of Lilly and gently pulled her knees open. Lilly sighed when each 'sister' took a nipple into their mouth. Their soft, warm tongues lapped at her sore nubs and suckled against her strawberry crowns. She moaned when Uncle Lars slipped a third finger inside her hovel and began a slow, screwing drive up to the third knuckle. She jacked off Erik and Daddy and smiled up at Momma as the older woman stroked Lilly's hair and looked on with love in her eyes. "You're a good girl, Lilly," she said.
"Thank you, Momma." Then Lilly squealed because Erik and Daddy climaxed, their warm, gooey essence splashing across her face and tits. Their release caused her release, and she sighed when her body went limp with exhaustion.
As she had done on the yacht, Momma used her fingers to push the come on Lilly's wet face into her mouth. Lilly swallowed like a greedy street urchin. It tasted delicious.
Her sisters went to work on cleaning Lilly's breasts, gently licking and sucking the sticky extract from her flesh, paying particular attention to her nipples. When her breasts were pristine, Momma examined them and nodded. The sun had fallen behind the trees encircling the yard and the shadows had grown long.
Their cocks drained, the Vatspalt men each kissed Lilly on the cheek and wandered away, following Momma into the house. Lilly, Cassy and Louise lazed on the lounge chairs until the coolness of the evening eventually drove them inside as well.
Lars went home to Sweden and Lilly was sad to see him go. They didn't make the trips to San Francisco any longer but she still spent as much time with Cassy and her family as possible.