IN THIS CHAPTER: Lilly's frequent binding at the Vatspalt's discretion pushes their concubine deeper into total submission. With their plaything strapped down and helpless, Momma instructs Louise and Cassy to force-feed their special places to Lilly. Bound in their bedroom, Lilly is compelled to watch Momma and Daddy have sex while receiving no pleasure of her own. Lilly and Cassy share an intimate evening together. Cassy binds Lilly in a compromising position. With her best friend's help, Lilly's special place and bottom are penetrated at the same time with two exciting new toys. The girls head to Lake Tahoe and decide to throw a party with some new friends. During a humiliating admission, Lilly's subjugation to the Vatspalt family is shared with a room full of strangers. Blindfolded, naked and bound, Lilly is turned over by her sisters to the ravenous desires of the partygoers. Cassy invites Lilly to an important family holiday celebration.
The Swedish words for pussy (fitta, slidan, snippa), cock (kuk) and asshole (stanga) are used intentionally. They are not misspellings.
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A month later, the girls were in Cassy's room. The door was closed and they were lounging on their beds. Tucked under the covers, they were both nude and looking at their phones. They could hear the sounds of Momma and Daddy fucking from down the hall.
"Do you want to watch them?" asked Lilly. "I do." She felt she learned things by watching them and she particularly enjoyed seeing his impressive dick cleave Momma's glistening pussy. She laid a hand over her tummy. Daddy's delicious extract was sloshing around in there, and so was Erik's. Knowing this made Lilly happy. She thought about the lovely face fucking she'd received as they watched TV earlier this evening and, under the blankets, a little hill went up and down as she absently fingered herself. Lilly was no longer concerned about doing such a thing in front of her best friend.
She thought about what was going on in the other room. The first night Lilly slept over at the Vatspalts, Cassy had suggested they sneak down the hall and surreptitiously watch her parents having sex. They had reguarly been taking in the show ever since.
Crawling on hands and knees, they would lay on the floor and peek their heads around the door to the master bedroom. The bed was always illuminated with the tiny lights recessed in the ceiling because Cassy's parents never turned them off. Lilly appreciated this because darkness would have ruined the fun and there was a delicious deviousness to spying that she found highly arousing.
As they watched, Lilly's special place would froth, darkening the crotch of her Hello Kitty panties. When Momma and Daddy finished, the girls would go back to bed. After Cassy fell asleep, Lilly silently masturbated; fantasizing about Daddy doing to her what he did to Momma.
Things were different now. She never wore any clothing in the Vatspalt home and she couldn't remember the last time she'd seen her Hello Kitty panties. But what the spying could never accomplish was Lilly's real desire, which was to be invited to join them. Now, things were looking up. Since being given her lovely cuffs, she found herself frequently bound and placed on display for her second family, or used for their desires, including being a forced audience to her 'parents' love-making sessions in their bedroom.
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Her evening binding typically began just before dinner. After undressing, inserting her butt plug and fastening the leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles at the front door, Lilly helped set the table. The metal clips and loops made little tinkling noises as she moved around the kitchen and dining room.
This was most often the time that Daddy and Erik would request Lilly get on her knees. Before doing so, she would dutifully turn around so her wrists could be bound. Daddy always got to go first and she would look up at him with big eyes and open her mouth like a Good Girl as he took hold of her pigtails. Erik went next and when he finished, he would unclip her wrists so she could use the bathroom. She needed to wash her face becasue he enjoyed pulling out at the last minute; shooting his come over her cheeks and nose and eyes.
With that done, Louise or Cassy would then sit her in a chair and dutifully clasp her ankles to the legs and her wrists behind the padded back, thus pushing her breasts forward. The girls would tuck her chair snuggly beneath the table so as to properly present her mounded flesh as they rested on a dinner plate.
Lilly was then spoon fed by Daddy and she found this to be a very loving, giving experience. He would ask her what she wanted and she would tell him. A moment later a fork with the perfect amount of food would be presented to her lips, followed by a sip of wine. If something got stuck to her chin, he would gently dab a napkin to her face before laying it back in her lap. Sometimes, when he replaced the napkin, he would slip a finger or two inside her special place, swirl them around for a moment and then remove them. When he did this, Lilly would shudder against her bindings, her breasts jiggling atop the cool porcelain plate they rested on. He would either taste her for himself, present them to Momma, or gently push his fingers between her lips.
After dinner, she was released to help with the kitchen duties. When finished, they would watch TV or play board games. When it came to watching TV, Lilly would be bound faceup to the ottoman, arms and legs spread widely, her second family's feet resting around her prone body and occasionally tickling her with their toes. At first, she had to be told what to do. Now, however, she skipped over to the ottoman, breasts bouncing as she went, spread herself out over the cushion in a long, lanky X and chirped, "I'm ready!" One of her second family would bind her limbs to the stubbly legs and Cassy would place a small pillow beneath Lilly's head so she could see the screen.
Since being forced to feast from Momma's pussy when Lilly was given her choker last month, the woman now regularly pushed her delicious femininity to Lilly's mouth when she was lashed to the foot rest. The other family members would watch and offer words of encouragment as the show commenced.
More recently, Momma had permitted Louise and Cassy to join in the fun. She was relaxing on the sofa following a breathless climax Lilly had delivered when she said, "Girls, Lilly is your toy, too. You need to play with her or she won't learn."
Momma had plopped down on the couch next to her husband, absently stroking his cock as he watched TV. "Louise is older, she goes first."
"Oh, poo." Cassy crossed her arms over her budding breasts and pouted. "Louise gets to do everything first."
Lilly hardly had a moment to recuperate before Louise crawled onto the ottoman and straddled her upturned face. "It's good practice," Louise said as she pulled Lilly's face to her wet folds. "Every girl is different and the more you practice, the better you'll be."
"It's not fair," Cassy said from the couch. Her slender thighs were spread and she fiddled with her sex as she watched her older sister ride their pet.
Lilly nodded because her mouth was preoccupied with something else. She carefully observed her older sister's adorable facial expressions as the tension built. The little noises Louise made and the way she thrust her hips were all telltales of her pending climax and Lilly took joy in learning her older sister's pleasure points.
Whenever this happened, Lilly's enjoyment of feasting from her gender was obvious; her special place left a dark stain on the ottoman. No one minded the little messes she left around the house. Louise, like her mother, tasted good. Her essence reminded Lilly of nutmeg and cinnamon, with a faint salty aftertaste. It was slick and clear and coated her chin and lips with a shine.
When Louise came, Cassy all but pushed her off and the older girl said, "Hey, you! Be patient." Cassy spat a raspberry at Louise then grinned down at Lilly as she took hold of her friend's pigtails. "You get to me my Good Girl now." Her blue eyes sparked then rolled back as Lilly went to work.
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One evening, following an ottoman session whereupon Momma rubbed her special place against their toy's breasts until she climaxed, things changed. Momma stood, released Lilly's bindings and took her by the hand. Daddy followed them upstairs to the master bedroom. He was rock hard and Lilly's heart was racing. Daddy was going to be her first. She couldn't wait and was fighting back tears of joy at the thought of what was to come.
Instead of leading her to the bed, however, Momma took Lilly into the brightly lit closet and placed her back against the binding panel. With Lilly's arms and legs widely spread, Momma secured the cuffs to the clasps in the panel. She then kissed her concubine deeply and spent a few minutes massaging Lilly's throbbing sex. When Momma felt her toy's pleat was appropriately aroused, she turned the handle that deployed the panel at Lilly's waist. Her Good Girl moaned as her long body was contorted and her midsection pushed outward, displaying the rounded points of Lilly's hip bones. Momma knew Lilly's anal plug was being thrust ever-deeper. Being forced in such a way brought Lilly's hairless pussy to the fore, the pressure applied until her pretty pink lips parted. The awkward position also thrust Lilly's breasts upwards so that her strawberry nipples pointed toward the ceiling.
"Momma, please," Lilly whined. "It's too far. My back hurts."
"Sush, baby girl, you're doing wonderfully." Bending to inspect Lilly's femininity, the position had accomplished what Momma hoped; the girl's clit had been revealed. "Sometimes being uncomfortable is necessary." Momma playfully flicked it with her fingers then tickled her tongue lightly against the tiny pink bud. Lilly's breath caught. Her body jumped, the little tinkling of the clasps announcing her reaction. Next, Momma went to a drawer and produced a shiny metal rod that was about an foot in length. In another drawer she dug out a thick, black dildo laced with prominent veins along its impressive length. Lilly mewed. Momma was going to fuck her with it.
But Momma was full of surprises.
The older woman slid the dildo over the rod. Twisting the sex toy, it clicked and locked into place with about six inches of the metal still exposed. She then went to her knees between Lilly's thighs. Lilly heard a snapping noise and looked down to see the dildo protruding straight out from the wall between her legs. From her point of view, it looked as if she actually had a rather large black cock.
Momma adjusted the height and Lilly quivered as the grippy rubber lightly grazed her sopping lower mouth. She tried to press her special place to it, knowing the pressure down there would be enjoyable, but her bindings prevented further movement. The toy was meant to tease, not to offer pleasure. Lilly's plaintive moan announced her fate. "Momma, please. Please don't do this to me. I want it inside me. Please push it into my special place."
Momma only grinned and said, "Pay close attention, sweetheart." She turned and strolled into the bedroom, her firm, heart-shaped bottom wiggling suggestively as she went.
The bed was perfectly framed within the wide closet door and the lights overhead lit the luxurious sheets beautifully. Daddy lounged on the bed and played with his lovely cock as he took in what his wife was attending to in the closet.
Momma joined Daddy on the bed and as their night got going, Lilly realized two things: She loved being forced to watch them and she hated that she was prevented from experiencing pleasure. It was torturous. Her pussy was made to suffer; glazing across the dildo's thick shaft but never with enough pressure to bring a climax. No matter how much Lilly strained and twisted her body to grant herself more pleasure, it was not to be. Her special place throbbed and left another little mess as it drooled all over her thighs and the phallus; eventually dripping to the floor. There was nothing she could do to improve her situation.
From the bed, Momma and Daddy looked upon their toy as a piece of fine art framed in the doorway of the closet. The harsh light cast upon their concubine's long body threw her shadow to the floor. It moved sinewy across the hardwood as her anticipation grew but would never be rewarded. Anna Vatspalt shuddered violently when her husband's hot fount filled her asshole.
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Cassy watched Lilly's hand for a moment, set her phone down, and crawled onto Lilly's bed. Straddling Lilly's waist, Cassy ground her sex onto the undulating mound and after a moment closed her eyes, her head tilted back slightly, a soft moan escaped as her ecstasy built. The comforter became wet. Lilly used her other hand to gently twist Cassy's nipple and asked, "Do you like that?"
Cassy kept her eyes closed and grinned her approval. Lilly picked up the pace under the blanket and Cassy did as well, thrusting her hips downward onto the uneven lump of Lilly's shifting knuckles. A dark spot appeared on the blanket. Suddenly, Cassy hitched and said, "Oh, fuck!" Her tiny boddy shuddered and she hunched over, her thighs closing around Lilly's hand. Recovering, she looked at Lilly. "You made me come so quickly!"
Lilly giggled and said, "That makes me happy. Want me to do it again?" She fiddled her fingers beneath the saturated blanked.
Cassy said, "Maybe in a minute." And then she leaned forward and her soft lips were on Lilly's and Lilly accepted her friend's tongue into her mouth and wrapped her arms around Cassy's tiny body, pulling her close. They kissed for some time, tasting and exploring, until Cassy finally crawled beneath the covers. And they kissed some more, their legs wrapped around each other, their naked bodies pressed together and finding a rhythm.
Cassy gently squeezed and fondled Lilly's breasts as they kissed. After several minutes, Cassy withdrew and said, "I want to suck them."
Lilly whispered, "You can do whatever you want to me, Cassy. You don't have to ask."
Cassy smiled and said, "I'm going to hold you to that." Her head dipped beneath the covers and Lilly felt the girl latch onto her breast. Cassy's mouth was warm and pleasant and Lilly cooed as Cassy alternated between each soft mound. Lower still, Cassy's hand wiggled between Lilly's thighs and Cassy whispered, "Your snippa is wet," just before plunging two fingers into Lilly's special place.
Spreading her legs, Lilly purred, "I like it when you do that." Then she grunted because Cassy pushed a third finger inside, curving around her pubic bone and generating some delicious friction on her clit. Cassy's free hand kneaded Lilly's breast while her mouth attended to the other, her teeth biting into Lilly's areola. Lilly's thumbs played with her friend's stiffened nipples.
Cassy fumbled around and then finally placed her body upside down, relative to Lilly's, and moved lower, kissing Lilly's tummy as she went; her lips finally landing on Lilly's mons. Above the blankets, Lilly smiled. "Lower," she said, openening her knees, creating a tent to accommodate Cassy's head. Cassy's feet poked out from beneath the covers and Lilly began suckling her friend's toes because Cassy's mouth had found its way and Lilly wanted to provide something in return.
Cassy giggled and licked and nibbled her special place and Lilly thought she was in heaven. It was better than anything she'd ever felt. Cassy's lips kissed her fitta and when her tongue drove inside Lilly's pinkened rent. Lilly stifled a squeal as she pivoted her hips toward Cassy's mouth. It was wonderful. When Lilly slid her tongue between Cassy's toes, her friend said, "Stop it. That tickles."
"I have an idea," Lilly said and she rolled on top of Cassy, quickly flipping her friend face-up and pressing her to the floor. Pulling the twisted bedclothes from their bodies to allow freer movement, Lilly spread Cassy's ankles and pulled her knees up; folding Cassy at the waist and bringing her friend's fitta to her mouth. Cassy's plumped labia were shiny with feminine moisture.
Fiddling with Cassy's petals, Lilly saw a tiny clear bulb glint in the light thrown by the bedside table; a bubble of froth. Licking her lips, Lilly went after her meal with vigor, plunging her tongue into her friend's decadent sex. It was warm and wet and salty and Lilly feasted upon Cassy's thick labia, intently sucking them between her lips and gently nibbling. Her friend always tasted good and Lilly burrowed her face deeply between the pillowed folds.
Cassy smelled of lingonberries, and the plump roundness of her mons was firm beneath her wandering tongue. The girl's essence was thick and clung to Lilly's teeth and lips; the slight salty taste was delicious. She could hear Cassy's high-pitched hiccups and gasps as she twirled her tongue around her friend's rose-bud clit. As she devoured her friend's pussy, she felt the familiar tingling of a building orgasm between her own thighs.
Cassy took hold of Lilly's hips and pulled them downward so they could pleasure each other simultaneously, their moans muffled between each other's thighs. Lilly's upturned bottom meant Cassy could gain access to her plug and Lilly huffed into her friend's sex when Cassy gently withdrew the device and replaced it with her finger; which felt small and dainty by comparison.
In return, Lilly hiked Cassy's ankles up; resting her forearms on the backs of Cassy's thighs, and slid her tongue between Cassy's sex and her butthole before plunging it into the tightly puckered star. Cassy purred as Lilly probed deeper. Satisfied with her work, she returned to feeding from her friend's snippa while pushing her index finger into Cassy's bottom. Cassy relaxed and Lilly found she could easily insert her finger completely. Slowly thrusting while licking Cassy's clit, Lilly slipped two fingers into her friend's crevice; just as Dr. Malstrom had done to her when conducting the bimanual examination. Cassy whispered, "God damnit. Oh fucking God damnit!"
Lilly whispered, "Do you like it?"
Cassy's hips pressed to Lilly's mouth and her thighs quivered. She cursed again as she violently came. Lilly didn't back down, her mouth feasting upon Cassy's clit as she plunged her fingers to a faster rhythm, along with a third into her friend's bottom. Cassy went limp, her leg occasionally convulsing as Lilly continued to work.
Lilly paused to catch her breath and said, "Cassy, don't stop eating me," and then she dove back into her friend's special place. She pressed her sex to Cassy's face and moaned when her friend's tongue wormed its way inside. The waves cascaded outward from her clit and she started when Cassy nibbled on it. Now she convulsed, her thighs closing around Cassy's face. "Oh, God." And that was all she could say before her climax sent a seismic shock through her body.
A few moments passed before Lilly rolled off and Cassy said, "That was fun."
Lilly purred her agreement. They were both panting and trying to catch their breath. Cassy pulled her fingers from Lilly's snippa, and placed small, delicate kisses over it and her inner thighs. She whispered, "I love you."
This warmed Lilly's heart. "I love you, too. So much."
Her friend kissed it some more, lightly licking Lilly's drooling cleft, "I love your pussy, too," Cassy whispered, nosing into it and then gently poking her tongue inside for another few moments before she said, "It's beautiful and it tastes good and it's so much of what makes you my best friend." She chuckled lightly and said, "I think it belongs to me now."
Lilly said, "You may have to fight Uncle Lars over it. He said, and I quote, 'The softness between your legs belongs to me.'"
Cassy smiled. "That's pretty fucking romantic." Then she fiddled with Lilly's petals. "I'm so happy your body belongs to our family." After a moment's thought, Lilly absently flicked the little medallion resting at the hollow of her neck and nodded.
"Me, too," she whispered.
"Did you enjoy it?" Cassy had left her finger in Lilly's bottom and gently pushed as she spoke. Lilly didn't mind and returned the favor.
Losing herself in the delicious sensation of her friend's probing, Lilly closed her eyes, grinned and nodded. "Completely."
Cassy whispered, "Me, too."
They lay there quietly for some minutes; enjoying each other's touch until a nagging question nibbled at Lilly's consciousness. Finally, she asked, "Does this mean we're lesbians?"
Now Cassy stopped. She sat up and looked at Lilly. "I think all it meant was that we enjoyed it. Momma and Louise make you lick their pussies all the time and do you think that makes you a lesbian?"
"No, but..." She couldn't quite grasp what the last half hour meant and she was unable to explain it to her friend. But it was different than when Momma or her older 'sister' mounted her face. Maybe it was better because they were best friends. Or perhaps it was because their coupling took place privately; away from the other members of the Vatspalt family. Whatever it was, Lilly was confused.
"But nothing," Cassy said. The irritation in her voice was obvious.
"Okay, okay." Lilly felt chastised.
"You like boys, don't you?"
Now Lilly sat up. "Of course I do. If I didn't like guys, do you think I'd let Daddy and your brother face-fuck me all the time?"
Cassy said, "You belong to us. You don't have a choice. Or would you prefer they stop?" She cocked an eyebrow and Lilly didn't like where this was going at all.
"No, no, I love it." She felt a cold chill in the room and shivered. The thought of not belonging to them terrified her. She had no one else that understood her the way the Vatspalts did. Without them, she would have nowhere else to go but home. The thought of spending time with her parents, covered head-to-toe in baggy, unflattering clothing, unable to provide pleasure, was too awful to think about. "Don't even suggest that. I love belonging to your family."
Cassy held her gaze for a moment and then an even grin formed. "Got ya!"
Lilly realized she was being teased. "You little troublemaker!"
Smiling, Cassy said, "We're never letting you go, Lilly. I think if we could tie you up and never let you leave the house, Momma and Daddy would be overjoyed. I would, too. I'd make you lick my pussy all the time." Her follow-on giggle made Lilly smile. Thinking for a moment, Cassy shrugged. "All this means is that you and I can enjoy being intimate with each other and there is nothing wrong with that, is there?"
It seemed she could never stop being small minded. "I see what you mean." Lilly pushed another finger into her friend's bottom and Cassy grunted. They lay in silence again - lost in thought - their hands gently thrusting.
Pulling Lilly's fingers from her bottom, Cassy finally said, "I want to try something." She dislodged her own fingers from Lilly's ass and pulled away.
"What?" Lilly turned over and watched as Cassy crawled on her bed to grab Mr. Ruffles, the stuffed unicorn she slept with for comfort. She then reached into a bedside table and withdrew what looked like a gray, plastic cucumber, along with a pink and purple plastic bottle Lilly recognized immediately. There were little purple lips on the nozzle and Lilly knew where those lips were meant to kiss. Eyeing the gray thing, Lilly asked, "What is that?"
Cassy turned it in her hand, a bemused grin on her face. "I dug it out of Eirk's closet. It's the toy submarine Louise used to stretch her snippa with when she was younger. Now, turn over and get on your hands and knees."
Lilly guffawed. "No!" She put a hand to her chest in surprise.
Cassy was kneeling at Lilly's feet. Mr. Ruffles stared at Lilly around his rubber horn. It was ridged with swirls and topped with a ball shape to prevent injury.
"Let me try."
"Cassy, no!" Lilly giggled again but she could see her friend was serious. She shook her head. "No."
"You can do it." Cassy placed the rubbery plastic submarine against Lilly's ankle. "I'll go slow." She waggled the Angel Kisses bottle of lube. "And it will go in easy once I squirt some of this inside your butt. I'll put some on both thingys."
"No, Cassy."
"C'mon, please? You can do it to me next." She pouted. "Remember, you're our Good Girl. You have to do what we ask of you. Momma said."
Softly, Lilly said, "I know." Her special place was already frothing again.
Looking at Lilly intently, Cassy pressed Mr. Ruffles' horn to Lilly's mouth. Lilly smiled and parted her lips, accepting the toy. It was no surprise Mr. Ruffles tasted like Cassy's pussy. Lilly had observed her friend push it into her special place several times. To Lilly, it felt a little like a stiff kuk in her mouth, which was comforting. As Cassy began pumping. Mr. Ruffles stared at Lilly with huge doe eyes and a goofy horsey smile.
Cassy scooted close, pushing the submarine into her own mouth; her eyes never leaving Lilly's. She smiled when she waggled her foot against Lilly's fitta. Both girls giggled. Spit dripped off Mr. Ruffles and onto Lilly's thigh. Cassy said, "Urn round."
Lilly laughed again and pulled Mr. Ruffles from her mouth. "I can't understand you with that toy in your mouth." She laughed harder and so did Cassy. Lilly turned away from her friend, presenting her bottom and feminine pleat. Lowering herself onto her elbows, she said, "I can't believe I'm doing this."
Cassy gently pushed Lilly forward until she rested on her elbows. "No, Lilly, all the way down, so your butthole opens." Lilly slid forward, turning her face to rest her cheek on the mattress, before sliding her knees apart. She had folded herself in half, her bottom and special place raised and ready. Cassy said, "Bring your arms down by your ankles."
Lilly obeyed, sliding her thin arms like angel's wings as they came to rest against her ankles. The clasps of her cuffs jingled and her heart skipped when Cassy quickly snapped them together; her left wrist to her left ankle, her right wrist to her right ankle. Lilly was completely immobilized and placed in a very accommodating position for what Cassy was planning. "Oh gosh," she whispered. Cassy pressed the ball of Mr. Ruffles' horn to Lilly's sex and gently twisted. "Jesus!"
She accommodated him, but he was larger than expected. Her labia stretched tightly around its circumference and she whimpered. It turned out that the ball was the trickiest obstacle because once Cassy forced that part inside, the funnel-shaped horn slid in easily, like her chromed tulip-shaped butt plug. Lilly sighed contentedly as Cassy seated Mr. Ruffles completely, the safety ball stretching her vaginal canal as Cassy pushed. It was definitely a more intense sensation than when using her wine bottle. She could feel his soft nostrils against her clit and mons and giggled at the sight she probably presented. Thinking back to all the artwork around the Vatspalt home, she thought of herself as a statue and gave the piece a title: Toy Unicorn Impaling Bound Nymph.
Cassy began pumping and it was only a moment before Lilly began to grunt in rhythm to Mr. Ruffles' intrusion. She felt the little purple lips of the lube bottle against her tightness, then felt them push inside. She trembled when the warm lubricant was injected. Cassy worked her fingers around Lilly's butthole, gently plying it open until Lilly relaxed. Cassy's tongue entered her ass and Lilly purred. The feeling was amazing and she told Cassy about it.
"The lube tastes like strawberries," her friend said.
"Um...please don't stop." She pushed her bottom toward Cassy's face, desirous of the girl's tongue to penetrate her more deeply.
Cassy kept her promise and went slowly, her tongue dipping in and out, encircling the puckered opening over and over until Lilly's body went limp. Next, Cassy pushed a finger into her bottom. And in another three minutes, another finger. Finally, Lilly felt the submarine against her opening. Cassy said, "Just relax, Lilly. I'll go slow."
"Do you promise?"
"Shhh. Yes, I promise."
"Okay."
Cassy gently turned the bath toy as she pushed forward.
"Oh. Ummm." It was better than trying to do this by herself. That she was completely at Cassy's mercy and bound to her own limbs was intoxicating. Lilly melted into the pillow and thought about Uncle Lars giving her a good face fucking while Cassy drilled her with Mr. Ruffles and Erik's bath toy. It was late and she held back the yips and squeals she usually made when she came out of respect for anyone else in the house that may have been sleeping.
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"One of Uncle Lars' clients has a cabin at Lake Tahoe," Momma said following dinner a few weeks later.
"Just another benefit of selling yachts to Tech Money," Erik noted. They were sitting at the dining room table playing a board game. Lilly's turn had passed and she dutifully slid from her chair and crawled between Louise's slender thighs. She had been told to work her way around the table, licking pussy and sucking cock as she went.
Pushing her nose to Louise's smooth mons, Lilly jabbed her tongue inside her older sister's special place. Nibbling her sister's clit, Louise gasped and took hold of the back of Lilly's head, her hand twisting into Lilly's long, dark hair. "That's my Good Girl," she said huskily while further opening her legs.
The game paused until Lilly brought Louise to a thigh-clenching orgasm. When Lilly poked her head above the table, her second family was smiling at her. Louise's cheeks were flushed and she was breathing heavily. So was Lilly.
Daddy said, "Uncle Lars called to say we could use the place for the weekend."
"Really!" Cassy exclaimed. Her eyes were bright with excitement.
Daddy nodded. "But your mother and I can't go. There is a charity dinner at the museum Saturday."
Momma, her cheeks also flushed because Lilly had feasted on her pussy earlier said, "But your uncle said you kids can have it if you're all available."
Lilly had never been to Lake Tahoe and said, without a thought to asking her real parents for permission, "I can go. Let's go. Please, can we go?"
Erik said he had a soccer game Saturday morning but could drive up after. Louise and Cassy had nothing going on and it was settled the girls would go up Friday afternoon, with Erik arriving Saturday. They discussed the logistics of who would take what car, what food would be purchased and what the address was. Lilly looked up the location on her phone and saw the home was situated lakeside.
The girls piled into Momma's van Friday morning and headed northeast, toward Sacramento. It took a long time and they passed it by singing songs and taking selfies. She quietly enjoyed the vibrations and road undulations transmitted through her butt plug as they trundled along. For fun, as Louise drove, Lilly and Cassy occasionally kissed each other or pressed their bare breasts to the windows as they passed big rigs. A long, blaring horn would follow and the girls would laugh hysterically.
Lilly was surprised to see how much farmland surrounded the state's capital and found the vast Sierra Nevada mountain peaks breathtaking. They stopped in Truckee, a small town about 30 minutes from Lake Tahoe, and found a grocery store. Winter was coming and the air was cool as they stepped from the van.
Their nipples went stiff as they walked across the parking lot. None wore much in the way of clothing - lightly colored leggings and long-sleeve fitted workout tops that were low-cut and cropped to show their belly buttons. The clothing unabashedly revealed their bodies and the fact that they wore no undergarments. Several bag boys noted their arrival and slyly followed them around the store as they shopped.
Cassy took Lilly by the hand. "Let's get some stuff to make salads."
Louise said, "I'll go get some booze."
The girls shopped around and picked up food that would be easy to make: fruits and veggies, frozen pizza, frozen waffles, eggs, bacon, stuff for sandwiches, bags of chips, milk, water, juice and lots of unhealthy snacks. They found Louise in front of a beer cooler chatting with two men.
They were cute in an outdoorsy way, with light stubble on their chins and slender frames. They were wiry and tanned, and looked like they spent their free time snowboarding. Louise was laughing and flirting with them. Lilly caught sight of their erections; one guy with his hand in his pocket slowly stroking himself. Lilly giggled and said hello in the same instant as Cassy.
Louise turned, lightly flicked her hair and said, "We decided to have a party tonight. This is Daniel." She pointed at the guy with long dark hair. "And that's Timothy," who had close-cropped strawberry blond hair. The guys, who looked to be in their mid-20s, shook hands with Lilly and Cassy and their eyes crawled over Lilly's breasts. Their smiles were bright and white and straight.
In another life, Lilly would have been embarrassed that these men stared at her tits. But that was then. She pulled some hair behind her ear and smiled back. "My eyes are up here, you two."
Both guys went red in the face and Cassy said, "Don't worry about it. Lilly has amazing tits. Everyone loves looking at them, even me!" To emphasize her point, Cassy cupped Lilly's generous mounds then tweaked her nipples.
Lilly laughed, cursed at her friend, and said, "Jesus, Cass, you're so bad!" Both guys had silly grins on their faces that Lilly found adorable.
"Do you mind if we bring a few friends," Daniel asked.
"The more the merrier," Louise said. She touched his arm and laughed. "Since we are supplying the house, you bring the booze."
The guys were fine with that arrangement. Louise gave them the address and the girls headed to the cash register.
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The house was lovely and sprawled across the lakefront property. Massive wood beams, cozy furniture, a professional-grade kitchen and multiple bedrooms and bathrooms made the Vatspalt home small by comparison. Parked lakeside was a large day cruiser boat and Lilly thought back to her wonderful afternoon on the yacht. The glittering lights of the casinos on the south end of the lake twinkled across the still black water as the sun drew down in the west.
The girls dragged the groceries in and then selected their bedrooms. Lilly's room was large, with a king bed and sturdy log furniture. Centered on the wall over the bed was the head of an imposing 14-point buck. There was a fireplace in the corner and a door led to a connected bathroom with an oversized walk-in shower and jetted tub. She unpacked the few clothes she had, undressed, and went to find her sisters.
Poking her head into different rooms, she found them in Louise's room, which was the master suite. Her sisters were also nude and they showered together in preparation for the party. Lilly was tasked with bathing and shaving her sisters before tending to herself. She didn't mind the chore as she enjoyed touching their bodies and her sisters were complimentary of her attentiveness.
Kneeling down on the floor of the shower, Lilly was shaving Louise's special place when she asked, "Would you like me to eat you out?"
Louise looked down at Lilly, her eyes brimming, and said, "You're turning into such a good girl. Thank you, Lilly." Louise stroked her toy's wet hair. "Maybe later."
Shrugging, Lilly said, "Okay, no problem." She offered the same to Cassy, who also politely declined. She didn't fell bad about the rebuff; she liked being a good girl even if she wasn't providing pleasure.
They got ready together, all three of them in front of the large mirror in Louise's bathroom. They blared music from the home's incredible audio system and danced around naked before dressing. Her sisters brought Lilly a new outfit to wear for the evening. It was completely white, the lowcut sports bra featuring a zipper that nestled between her breasts and the leggings had a similar design with a zipper that ran from her tummy all the way down, between her thighs, and up between the cheeks of her bottom. Cassy had a similar outfit in soft pink and Louise's was robin's egg blue. Lilly thought they all looked like Easter candies and couldn't help hugging and kissing her sisters to show her appreciation.
Daniel and Timothy showed up with nine other guys and five women who all appeared to be about the same age; if any were older than 25, Lilly would have been surprised.
Flannel shirts, jeans and sturdy shoes were where their wardrobes landed, which made Lilly, Cassy and Louise stand out in their skin-tight athletic attire. Not surprisingly, the guys were drawn to the girls from Palo Alto, whose slender bodies were on full display in their clingy clothing. Lilly caught many of them stealing glances at her chest and when she made eye contact, they'd look away nervously. Her confidence made her bold.
The mountain girls were friendly and Lilly thought they were very pretty in a plain and wholesome way. She hit it off with one girl, Morgan, who had curly mocha-colored hair, was petite, and busty. She wore adorable glasses with thick pink frames that highlighted her pale freckles. At some point the glasses had been tweaked because they sat a little crooked on her upturned nose. Lilly thought Morgan was the cutest nerd she'd ever met.
As they chatted and drank beers, Morgan eyed Lilly's stomach and said, "I like that look." She then unbuttoned her robust flannel shirt at the bottom and tied the ends into a knot below her breasts, exposing a flat tummy and a bellybutton pierced with a tiny sapphire. Morgan did a little pirouette, turning her backside to Lilly. She batted her eyelashes and giggled. "What do you think?"
Raising the hemline of the shirt also revealed a perfectly round bottom, which looked great in the tight jeans she donned. Lilly thought "bubble" was an apt description of Morgan's ass. "I think you're adorable." She didn't realize she licked her lips but she did feel the familiar stirring between her legs.
Morgan curtsied and said, "Let's sit."
They found an enormous leather couch that was completely vacant and when Lilly sat down, Morgan nearly landed in her lap, she plopped down so close. A mountain guy handed them new beers, toasted them and then wandered off. Sitting shoulder to shoulder, Morgan said, "That choker is so cool."
Lilly fiddled with it. "Thanks, the Vatspalts gave it to me." She had already told the story of meeting Cassy, but left out the very personal details of the relationship she shared with the Vatspalts.
"Can I touch it?"
Lilly giggled and presented her neck. Morgan ran her fingers along the velvet and Lilly trembled. She was sitting with her legs open - as she'd been taught by the Vatspalts - but as Morgan played with the necklace, Lilly casually slid them closed and rubbed her thighs together, relishing the fabric slipping between the folds of her pussy.
"I love it. I've never seen a charm like that."
Lilly beemed. "It means I belong to their family." She was very proud.
Morgan took a drink and looked at Lilly with big brown eyes. "Based on what you told me about your real parents, it seems like they saved you."
"They did," Lilly said. "They really did." Looking out at all the people, she asked, "Are any of these guys your boyfriend?"
Morgan lightly slapped her hand on Lilly's thigh and laughed. "You don't know what it's like living in a small mountain community, do you?" Lilly shook her head.
Morgan took a long look at Lilly's breasts, grinned like a goofball, slugged a drink of her beer and surveyed the room. "There are far fewer girls than guys," she said. "Which isn't a bad thing if you're a girl. For the guys, it can be tough." She made the universal jack-off motion with her fist. "It sounds weird, but the girls are kind of...shared."
Lilly's eyes got big. "Like a gang bang?" Ever since watching the video of Louise being fucked by four guys at once, she fantasized about a bunch of guys fucking her, but it was something she kept to herself. She didn't even notice reopening her thighs or the little mess she'd made in her tights.
Morgan giggled. "That could be interesting but no, not like that. The girls around here are usually dating two or even three guys at the same time. Relationships are rarely exclusive and very fluid; it cuts down on the guys getting in fights with each other. Everyone is on the same page about how it goes when it comes to having sex around here. Jealousy doesn't fly."
"So you've been with a few of these guys?"
Lynn looked around for a moment. "I've been fucked by six of them."
"Jesus."
"And I hooked up with that guy over there at a party a few weeks ago. We didn't have sex, though, we just went down on each other at the same time. You know, 69?" Lilly nodded. She and Cassy did that to each other all the time these days.
Morgan looked at the guy across the room. "If he took me to one of the bedrooms here tonight, I might let him fuck me." Smiling, she said, "He's got a great cock; I could barely swallow the whole thing. I'm sure he'd fill my pussy just fine."
Lilly thought about being shared and liked where the thought took her. "I'm still a virgin," she said wistfully. "I'm not ready yet, the Vatspalts said so."
Lynn looked her over, rubbed the side of her nose, readjusted her glasses and asked, "How old are you?"
"Nineteen," Lilly said.
"You're close, honey, you're very close." She blushed. "You're insanely fucking beautiful." Looking between Lilly's open thighs, she said, "And you're Goddamned pussy in those pants..." Morgan slid her hand further up Lilly's slender thigh and gently squeezed, "looks delicious. I think it's awesome that you're confident enough to show her off like that. So many of us are self-conscious of our girl parts."
Lilly smiled and looked away; thinking back to how liberated she'd become since meeting the Vatspalts. "Thank you." 'Confident' wasn't a title she was used to and it made her feel good. She sat up straighter, pushing her chest forward. "How old are you?"
Morgan brushed some curls away from her face. "Twenty nine."
Lilly was surprised. Morgan looked younger than she thought and she said so. Blushing, Morgan said, "Thank you. That's nice to hear." Looking around the room, she said, "I'm on the younger end around here. Most of the people here are in their 30s. That guy over there is 41."
Mountain life was apparently linked to the fountain of youth, Lilly thought. Looking back at Morgan, she asked, "Will you do it with me?" The little dark spot had grown.
"What?"
Lilly looked between Morgan's legs and said, "You know..."
Morgan made a horsey noise with her lips. "You mean sit with my legs spread?"
"Yes!" Lilly was giggling and snuggled in closer to her new friend.
Morgan's cheeks went rosey and her freckles lit up. She took a big swig of her beer. "You're a bad influence." Opening her legs, she said, "I don't think these jeans show off my who-ha very well." They both stared between Morgan's legs. The thick denim did nothing to highlight her feminine pleat.
Lilly said, "It would look better if you weren't wearing panties. I haven't worn any for months and I love how it feels."
Morgan poked Lilly in the shoulder. "You're a little troublemaker, aren't you?" Morgan's hand slid all the way up Lilly's thigh, her thumb grazing the wet spot before pushing in a bit deeper. Lilly did nothing to prevent it from happening and quietly sighed her approval.
"The guys around here would share you until this adorable little place between your legs was thoroughly stretched out from all the fucking." Morgan wiggled her thumb and Lilly couldn't stifle a moan as she imagined one gorgeous dick after another sliding inside her special place. It sounded like a wonderful experience. Morgan shrugged. "Just sayin'." Nodding her head at Cassy, she asked, "Are you two together?"
The comment caught Lilly's attention. Brushing some hair behind an ear, she said, "No. Why would you ask that?"
Morgan blushed. "I've seen her look at you a few times and it's that kind of look; as if she's sort of checking to make sure you aren't flirting with anyone. Or to make sure no one is flirting with you."
Lilly shook her head. "We aren't together, she's just a friend. But her family protects me. We all sort of look out for each other. Why, are you flirting with me?" She smiled, tucked some hair behind an ear and looked over her glass at Morgan as she took a drink of her beer.
Morgan chuckled. "I was wondering if you were flirting with me."
Nodding, Lilly said, "Maybe we are flirting with each other." She darted her eyes back and forth. "I hope Cassy doesn't see us."
Morgan smiled and said, "But you've been with her, haven't you?"
Lilly demurred and looked away. "We've kissed. That's all. Girls kiss each other all the time. It's no big deal." Morgan was nice, but she didn't need to know everything.
Morgan's right eyebrow crawled up her forehead as she looked at Lilly. Finally, she said, "Yeah, I think it's more than that." Looking back at Cassy, she said, "I don't blame you. She's a little fucking hottie."
Lilly leaned closer to her new friend and whispered. "Would I be too forward to ask if you're bisexual?"
Morgan laughed and it sounded like small song birds. It was pretty and feminine. "Someone I know once said to me, 'Girls kiss each other all the time. It's no big deal.'"
Lilly laughed and lightly punched Morgan's thigh. "You got me."
At that point someone yelled for Morgan and Lilly had to pee. They agreed to meet back at the couch. Lilly, however, got side tracked. She crossed paths with Louise, who was making out with Daniel in a darkened hallway. Her voice full of mischief, her older sister said, "It's time to be my Good Girl." It was obvious Louise was drunk; her eyes were watery and her cheeks were flushed. Before Lilly could respond, Louise pulled her and Daniel into a bedroom and shut the door. "You know what I want, right?"
"Yes," she said, obediently going to her knees.
Daniel was mute but very interested as Louise rolled her tights from her hips, widened her stance, and said, "Don't stop until I come."
Lilly wasn't so sure about doing this in front of a stranger. "What about him?" she asked. Surely Louise would ask Daniel to leave.
"Good idea," said Louise while unzipping his pants. Removing his cock, she dangled it in front of Lilly's eyes. "Suck him off after you're done with me." She looked at Daniel with giant innocent eyes, kissed him and said, "Do you mind, honey?"
That wasn't exactly what Lilly meant but as she kneeled between them and tentatively gripped his cock, it quickly grew hard and Lilly's hunger returned; it was beautiful. Daniel was speechless and then he got a funny smile on his face because Lilly was keeping his cock entertained with her hand while pushing her face to Louise's pussy.
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The party got rolling when one of the guys suggested a drinking game. "It's called Vodka Roulette." He had a huge bottle of Russian vodka in his hand. "The rules are easy. We place three shots of vodka on the table along with seven water shots and mix them up so you can't tell which is which. Each person gets three guesses and every time they select a vodka shot they have to take off one thing they are wearing!"
The room went loud with whoops and whistles and catcalls. He continued, "The first person that's completely naked is the loser and has to stay that way for the rest of the night."
More applause and yelling followed with a few people shaking their heads.
Cassy, already very drunk and leaning against Timothy for balance, raised her hand and said, "I'll go first." When her turn concluded she had only lost a sneaker.
A Tahoe guy went next and he lost a shoe and a sock.
Morgan raised her hand and stepped up to the table. Lilly laughed hysterically as the poor girl went two for three, losing both shoes.
A few more people took their turns, all but one of them losing at least one piece of clothing. Every time, the room erupted with cheers.
"Lilly, Lilly, Lilly!" The room was raucous with booze-fueled yelling.
Turning away from the table as the shots were poured, she took a breath, smiled at Cassy and spun around. The 10 little glasses were randomly placed on the table and she quickly grabbed the first and swallowed. It was clean and crisp water and she said loudly, "Not that one!"
"Boo!"
"That's bullshit, show us your tits!"
Lilly laughed, said, "Fuck off," and quickly grabbed another glass. "Ha! Water, mother fuckers!" More catcalls followed as she grabbed the third glass. The moment it hit her tongue she squeezed her eyes closed as the booze slid down her throat. Everyone knew what that meant and one male voice yelled, "Take off your top!" And another voice, this one female said, "Show us those awesome tits!"
Lilly, drunk and with a satisfied grin plastered on her face, deftly stood on one foot as she pulled her sneaker off. The room was filled with more booing. "You can all go fuck yourselves," she yelled and then laughed hysterically.
The room burst into boos and catcalls. There were several that yelled, "Cheater!"
After another two rounds, all the partygoers were in various stages of undress, with several of the guys now shirtless and one guy being down to his boxers. A mountain girl with choppy honey-colored hair was down to her panties and nothing more. She stood with red cheeks, her nipples stiff as others openly stared.
Morgan had also been unlucky in her choices, losing her shirt in the last round. Lilly thought the bralette the girl wore was sexy without being slutty. It was pink and lacy and the cups were cut low enough to reveal her generous cleavage along the top halves of her areolas, but still safely hid her nipples from view. The ample weight of her flesh was obvious.
The Vatspalt sisters and Lilly had gotten lucky. They had lost their shoes and socks, and Cassy was also down a hair scrunchy, making her look a little funny with only one pigtail. As Lilly tugged her second sock from her ankle and dropped it to the floor, she asked, "Who's next?"
"Wait, wait, wait. She's not done."
The room went quiet and Lilly turned to see Louise smiling at her. "I just did my turn," Lilly said.
"Oh, I know." Louise beamed.
"Then it's someone else's turn."
"In a minute."
There were several hushed whispers and then Cassy spoke. "Lilly is the newest member of our family," she said. "We kind of adopted her, didn't we, Lilly."
Fiddling with the choker, Lilly nodded. "Yes." Between her legs, her special place stirred, which was nearly an automatic reaction these days whenever she spoke to anyone in her second family. But while her body was aroused, her nerves were on edge. She wasn't sure where this was going.
"Who do you belong to," Louise asked.
"To you. To the Vatspalt family." She said this with some hesitation. The room had gone quiet and it seemed as if everyone had stepped closer.
After a few moments, a guy asked, "Will she do anything you tell her?"
Louise nodded confidently and said, "Lilly, honey, please tell us all what you did in the bedroom a little while ago."
Lilly gulped. "I...I don't want to." Louise had to be joking. These people were strangers. They weren't in the comfort and security of the Vatspalt home.
Louise nodded. "Of course you do."
"Go on, Lilly," Cassy said. "It will be okay. You're our Good Girl."
She could feel her cheeks burning. Her sisters were really putting her on the spot. It was uncomfortable. She was used to being asked to do things with and to her second family. She loved pleasing them. But this was clearly a very different situation. "Um, I...I don't want to say."
"Well, honey, that's not really up to you, is it?" asked Louise.
Lilly said nothing.
"Is it?" her older sister repeated.
Lilly stayed mute. She begged Louise with her eyes to stop.
"Lilly, you will answer me."
The room was dead silent. There was nowhere to hide. Closing her eyes, Lilly took a breath, steeling her nerves. She liked being a Good Girl. Obeying was a good thing. This was for her own growth and development. Looking at her older sister, she said in her smallest voice, "I, um, I...ate you out."
Several hushed gasps rose from the crowd.
"And what else?"
"I, I gave Daniel a blow job." She absently touched her tummy; his sperm had tasted good. Daniel looked pleased with himself.
Now the guys were whispering to each other and Lilly felt a cold tendril of sweat eek from her hairline and trickle down the back of her neck. Her choker went damp in that spot. Maddeningly, her special place throbbed as she was forced to admit her behavior to this group of strangers. Exposing herself in such a bold manner was excruciating and exhilarating all at once.
CLICK
Lilly heard the little ping and looked down. From beneath her chin a thin black leather leash led to Louise's tiny fist. Lost in thought, Lilly never saw the older girl snap it to the ring around her pendant. There were quiet whispers from around the room as the guests took in this newest development.
Cassy's lips gently kissed her cheek and she asked, "Since you belong to us, what do you have to do?"
Lilly turned her astonished eyes to her best friend, who stared back with all her beautiful innocence and her heart melted. She loved Cassy. "Whatever you ask of me." She bowed her head to show her acquiescence.
"That's our Good Girl," Louise whispered as she gently tugged the leash. Lilly, eyes on the floor, followed her sisters through the crowd to the base of an enormous fireplace with a raised hearth. "Up you go," said Cassy, who patted Lilly on the bottom and gave it a little pinch for good measure.
Lilly stepped up onto the hearth. She stood nearly two feet taller than everyone else; perfectly displayed in front of everyone. Her sisters took a place on each side. Louise asked the room, "What would you like our Good Girl to take off?" Lilly was about to protest when someone in the crowd spoke.
"Look how wet her pussy is."
Lilly's sisters appraised her crotch. "Is this making you excited?" Louise asked.
Lilly couldn't lie; there was no reason to. Her arousal couldn't have been more obvious. Her tights were saturated with feminine essence. Nodding, she kept her mouth closed.
"Do you want to take your clothes off?" Cassy asked.
Lilly looked to the floor. They were going to make her admit it. Never looking up, Lilly whispered, "No, thank you."
Louise said to Cassy with exasperation in her voice "You didn't do that right." Looking at Lilly, she said, "Lilly, honey, you're going to take your clothes off. It's not a choice."
Lilly's cheeks were crimson. Her sisters were playing a nasty little game with her. She was completely at odds with herself. She hated the thought of being so exposed to these people, but was also highly aroused at the prospect of it. Her anticipation showed in her hardened nipples and the dark swath of moisture between her thighs.
She also knew on a deeper level that her sisters had designed this moment for her benefit. If she couldn't be comfortable while being naked in front of others, how could she ever be comfortable with herself? This is what the Vatspalt's had been telling her for nearly a year.
Lilly thought back to showing her pussy to the waiter at the restaurant following her visit to the gynecologist. She saw herself on the steps of the museum, spreading her legs so that any passersby could look up her skirt and gaze upon her feminine petals.
She looked down, twirling a big toe against the hard stone hearth. She whispered, "Yes, I know."
The room erupted. The guys gave each other high-fives and the girls looked on expectantly, whispering to each other and giggling.
Unprompted, someone said, "I want to see her tits next." Lilly recognized the voice and looked up to see Morgan standing nearby, her pricked nipples visible beneath the fabric of her bra. Her new friend was turned on by the prospect of Lilly exposing herself. Her heart, beating a mile a minute, swelled with affection.
"Go on, sweetheart," Louise said. "You heard her."
Lilly's cheeks burned. This was so very different than parading around San Francisco in skimpy clothing or even showing her pussy to strangers as she sat with her legs open at the mall food court. She would be with these people all night. They would be around her, noting her eagerness. Would they think she was a whore? And then another thought occurred: Did she want them to think she was a whore? Deep down, she wanted them to see her. The need to expose herself was nearly overwhelming. Did that make her a slut? More and more these days, she fantasized about multiple guys fucking her at the same time.
That thought froze her. A chill ran down her spine and her body visibly shivered. What had she become? She suddenly imagined her mother and father standing in the crowd, watching their daughter do these vulgar things for the enjoyment of complete strangers.
Then she flashed back to her mother, making her afraid of a man's penis; instilling fear that the tearing of her hymen would be disgraceful. She considered her father constantly preaching that having sex before marriage was a terrible sin. The chill turned warm and she felt the anger bubbling. She thought back to the utter humiliation she felt when her mother made her strip down to her underwear for inspection. They had forbidden her from shaving her pubic hair, making her the laughing stock within the walls of the women's locker room at school. They made her hate her body and hide it from the world. Lilly reasoned that she was uncomfortable at this moment because of the way she'd been raised.
The Vatspalts, on the other hand, had made her see the light and had built her confidence. The Vatspalts had convinced her that she was beautiful; that she was desired. Had her real parents not been so strict, she wouldn't be standing here. Fuck them, she thought as she set her jaw.
"Go on, honey," Louise whispered, "show them."
Lilly nervously fiddled with the zipper for a moment and then slowly tugged it downward. Her effusive mounds pushed their way out until she let the zipper go and her flesh did the rest of the work. The hasp popped apart at the bottom, the cups flaying open completely, like little triangular wings. Louise gently pulled the garment from her shoulders and let it drop to the ground.
There were several hushed whispers. Then the room erupted into cheers and whistles. No one made fun of her. They praised her and her body. Looking at them, she saw nothing but admiration and hunger. The Vatspalts had been right: She was beautiful.
Morgan stepped to the hearth and looked up at her. "Can I touch them?" She wasn't asking Lilly, she was asking Cassy.
"Of course you can. Lilly belongs to me and Louise, but we aren't selfish."
Morgan reached up, tentatively touching Lilly's breast. Her hand was small and warm and Lilly sighed. The room had settled as they watched the lanky brunette being fondled. The mountain girl was gentle and took her time exploring Lilly's tits, plumping the soft flesh and gently plucking at her strawberry nipples.
One of the guys said, "Make her take off her pants. I want to see her pussy." The hunger in his voice caused Lilly's tummy to flutter.
Louise gently tugged Lilly's leash and said, "Be our Good Girl."
Lilly understood but was still nervous. Part of her wished she was safely bound in Momma's closet, away from all these prying eyes. It felt comforting there; safe. "Do I have to?"
"Yes, honey, you do," said Louise. "They want to see your pussy and you're going to show it to them."
Looking at Cassy for a dissenting opinion, her friend whispered, "Go on, Lilly. Obey your older sister." Cassy's outsized nipples stood as two hard points inside her sports bra.
Trembling with equal parts excitement and trepidation, Lilly tugged the zipperered leggings. The crotch was firmly entrenched in her sopping vale but with a little work, it came free. She had to reach behind herself awkwardly to pull the zipper over the swell of her bottom. The two pieces parted and fell to a pool around her ankles. Her pussy, wet with warm moisture, glowed shiney in the light. The small crowd moved forward in an effort to get a better look.
Lilly fidgeted and Louise tugged her leash. "Stand still, honey. Let them see you." Lilly closed her eyes and tilted her head toward the wood-beam ceiling. It was too much to bear but she nodded her head. Cassy helped her step from the leggings and now she stood before them as God intended.
"Since Morgan touched her, can I?" It was another girl. "I want to feel them, too."
Louise granted permission with a caveat: "Of course you can, but be gentle. She's my sister and is to be treated with respect."
Lilly, her eyes still tightly shut, hitched when the young woman's hands hefted her breasts as if weighing them. Squeezing them, she said, "My God, they are fucking amazing. Kerri, feel them."
Another set of dainty hands kneaded her flesh and Lilly moaned. Even though her eyes were closed, she knew everyone else in the room was focused on her body. She could feel her pussy drooling. She had never been so fearful and aroused at the same time. Her heart was hammering in her ears; pulse racing. More hands, some of them large and callused, began their fondling. She thought they would be rough with her but that's not at all how it went.
Fingers danced up her legs and over her hips. Warm hands were laid flat on her thighs and feet. It felt wonderful and Lilly grinned slightly, even as she kept her eyes closed and her face toward the ceiling. Their acceptance of her nakedness brought joy to her heart. She held her arms out, like Jesus welcoming his flock.
Cassy said, "Lilly has a surprise to show everyone."
Lilly's smile faltered and she made a little grunting noise because Cassy had slid her hand between the cheeks of Lilly's bottom and was fiddling with the heart-shaped gem of her beloved butt plug.
"Oh my gosh, I completely forgot about that," Louise said. She pressed Lilly's shoulder gently and said, "Turn around, honey." Lilly shuddered as she slowly turned.
"Now, bend over," said Cassy.
Lilly shook her head. "I...I can't." It was too humiliating. How many other 19-year old girls walked around with a chrome plug stuffed up their ass?
"Yes you can. And you will." Louise kissed Lilly's cheek. "You can do this, honey. It will be okay. Bend at the waist and pull your cheeks open."
"The little heart is super cute," Cassy said. "They will love it." Her tone was full of encouragement.
Lilly nibbled her upper lip but obeyed. Slowly bending at the waist, she reached to her backside and pulled her ass cheeks open. The room had gone quiet again.
"Is it big?" a guy asked.
Cassy displayed her tiny clenched fist. "It's about like that."
"Holy shit," someone said. "That's so fucking awesome."
Morgan said, "I think it's beautiful."
Her older sister asked, "Lilly, honey, why are you wearing a butt plug?"
Would this ever end? "Because Momma put it there."
"That's right. And why did she do that?"
"So that I'm ready the first time someone fucks me in the ass."
The room inched closer but didn't pass judgement. No one teased her about the training. "That's our Good Girl," Louise said. "You may stand up and face everyone." Lilly obeyed but kept her eyes closed.
"Feel free, everyone," Cassy said. More hands caressed her body. Many spent time on her breasts, gently squeezing or tugging her nipples. Others ran their hands down her hips or cupped her bottom. They held her hands or pushed their fingers between her toes. Their adoration was obvious and it was more enjoyable than Lilly was willing to admit.
And then someone pushed a finger into her bellybutton and she shivered as it drew downward and over the rise of her mons, before pushing into her weeping cleft. Lilly hiccuped when the finger pressed her clit. "Oh, God," she whispered.
Cassy said, "No."
Lilly opened her eyes to see Morgan standing directly below, her hand just an inch or so away from her gleaming pussy. The mountain girl said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." Brushing some curls from her face, she said, "I...um...I couldn't stop myself."
What Cassy said next was surprising. "It's okay. But let me and Louise show you." Lousie stepped down from the hearth and gently tugged Lilly's leash. Lilly followed, the hands of the partygoers caressing her flesh as they walked. Cassy disappeared into the crowd and Louise led her back to the dining room table.
"Move all the glasses." In an instant the table was completely cleared. Louise looked at Lilly and said, "Climb up."
"What are you going to do?" Lilly asked.
But Louise was in charge and all she did was repeat herself, adding, "Lay on your back with your knees over the side of the table." When Lilly hesitated, Louise said, "Go on, honey. Get up there."
Resigned, Lilly climbed up onto the large wood table and laid down. She felt like a patient on an operating table with a gaggle of doctors examining her body. Everyone had gathered around. She was thinking back to her afternoon at the gynecologist when Cassy returned with a small black leather bag, from which she removed Lilly's leather cuffs, "Spread your legs and arms out as far as you can."
Lilly watched the crowd as she opened her thighs, their eyes immediately drawn to her frothing special place. She had never felt more vulnerable. Cassy disappeared beneath the table and Lilly felt the comforting embrace of the cuff go around her ankle, heard the clasps clinking, then Cassy pulled her ankle to the table leg and in another moment heard more clinking. Cassy grabbed her other ankle, wrapped it in the cuff and tugged it across the table's generous expanse. The clasps tinkled and Cassy popped up with a smile. "All done."
Lightly dancing her fingers over her toy's shiney pink lips, Cassy said, "I love her pussy, and I'm sure you all will, too." Lilly moaned because as Cassy went to work on her wrists, Louise produced a black satin sleeping mask from the bag.
This was new and Lilly said, "I won't be able to see what's happening." Trembling against the bindings, she whimpered when Louise slipped it over her head and gently pressed the padded cups over Lilly's eyes.
"That's the point, sweetheart," Louse said as she tightened the mask around Lilly's head.
"What are you going to do?" With her limbs bound and now her sight gone, she felt completely helpless. "Please tell me." And then she hiccuped because something was pushed inside her special place. It was thick and round and smooth and Lilly thought it was a dildo. It fought for the same space inside her body that the plug occupied, the pressure on both places now tight. "Oh, my!" she said. It felt so good.
She heard Louise. "My sister is a virgin and she's going to remain that way. Gentlemen, you will not fuck her. Do I make myself clear?" Warm hands fell on Lilly's prone body and she heard several of the guys agree to the ground rules. "That doesn't mean you can't put...things...inside her pussy, but it can only be your fingers or the items you see in the bag. Girls can use up to three fingers; guys, only two. Is that understood?"
The object in her special place was being slowly thrusted and Lilly had no idea who was doing it. She mewed like a kitten when more fingers danced over her straining labia.
"The butt plug stays put, okay?" This was Cassy. Lilly heard more acknowledgements from the partygoers.
Louise: "Lilly's pussy is well-trained and should stay wet as long as it's kept busy. However, there is a bottle of lube in the bag. Please use it, if needed. I'm sure Lilly will let you know if she's uncomfortable, won't you honey?" Lilly could only nod her head emphatically. She was worried about how strong her voice would sound if she actually spoke.
Cassy spoke next, optimism in her voice. "Her mouth is willing and quite talented and I would encourage you all to take a turn. Girls, you too."
Lilly heard several of the girls gasp and giggle before she felt the table vibrate slightly. Someone small was straddling her chest, just below her tits. It was a girl because Lilly felt her warm, wet gash leaking on her tummy. The stranger's fingers gently plucked her nipples. She asked, "What are you going to do to me?"
The answer came quickly when the stranger pressed her sex to Lilly's mouth. Lilly recognized her older sister's femininity because she knew Louise's scent and enjoyed her taste. Her special place quivered as the dildo was gently pulled from its grasp only to be replaced by thick fingers worming their way inside.
Louise's thighs muffled her words but Lilly heard, "I'll go ahead and get things started." And then she ground down on Lilly's mouth and pressed her clit to Lilly's nose. Lilly obediently lapped at her older sister's decadent folds.
As the night went on, the sounds of sex filled the room. Lilly was fed cock after cock and even though her awkward position prevented her from performing the way she'd been taught, there wasn't a single guy who didn't fill her mouth with his sperm.
At some point, Morgan positioned herself over Lilly's mouth and she asked Lilly if it was okay. Lilly was nearly delirious. "Please, Morgan. Please do it." And the mountain girl obliged at the same time someone worked a plunging, rotating toy inside her sopping sex. Once Morgan broke the ice, the other young women soon followed. Some were bald, others had pubic hair, all of them were uniquely flavored and Lilly loved it.
Her tits were fondled incessantly, but no one slapped or otherwise abused them. It seemed as if everyone took time to kiss or suckle her nipples and she felt like a bound milking cow. Many of the guests stole a kiss from her, their tongues snaking into her mouth. People would whisper naughty things in her ears and lick her neck.
There wasn't a moment when her pussy was left unattended. If a toy wasn't inside her special place, probing, thrusting fingers were. Some of the partygoers were slow and deliberate, while others inelegantly jackhammered her pleat. Sometimes two people at once attended to her pussy, one flaying her lips open while another fiddled with her exposed clit; using their fingers or applying a vibrator to the bright-pink nub. She came several times and never asked for the lubricant, even when she felt some of the men push more than two fingers inside her.
Later, Morgan once again mounted her and whispered, "That guy we were talking about just fucked me and you're going to drink his come from my pussy." Before Lilly could respond, Morgan's sopping rent was placed over her hungry lips. She dutifully buried her tongue in the girl's womb and lapped the guy's sperm into her mouth.
She broke down in tears at some point, begging the men to fuck her; she was desperate to feel a cock push inside her special place; to feel the flow of hot come fill her womb. But she was only rewarded with fingers or a toy thrust into her pussy, another cock in her mouth or a feminine pleat placed upon her lips; all of which she dutifully attended to.
As those around her climaxed, her face and chest became covered in sticky extract. Her hair was matted with it and her jaw ached from all the work she put in. Slowly, the room fell quiet quiet, save for Lilly's plaintive begging, "Please fuck me. Please, please, please!" Her request was never filled and she finally drifted off to a thin sleep; a pulsing, throbbing toy buried in her special place.
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Lilly woke to her hands being released. Her ankles were next and she was too exhausted to fight with the mask. When Louise unfastened it, bright sunshine filled the room and she turned her head. Every muscle was sore and sitting up took effort. The house was empty. At some point in the night, everyone had left. She was thankful for this; she didn't want to look any of them in the eye. She had been their plaything and it was a lot to consider. She had to pee and her sisters helped her to the bathroom.
She sat there, too tired to wipe, and thanked Cassy when she dabbed the toilet paper to her sex. She winced; her pussy was sore. Morgan had been correct in her assumption regarding the sharing of Lilly's sex. It had been worked over more times than she could remember.
"Is anyone home?" It was Erik. Was it Saturday afternoon already? Lilly had been out longer than she thought.
"We're upstairs in the bathroom," Cassy called.
When Erik entered he saw Lilly on the toilet and grinned. "It looks like someone had a good time last night." He was already nude, having removed his clothes at the front door. His cock was standing at attention.
Lilly had enough time to lift her head, break a weak grin and nod before her brother pushed his gorgeous dick in her mouth. "She needs a good mouth fucking," Louise said. Her siblings broke into laughter as Erik grabbed Lilly's messy pigtails and started thrusting in earnest.
Lilly was thankful for the familiarity. She knew her brother's cock; his flavor brought comfort. Latching onto him like a starving baby kitten, Lilly suckled until Erik's release filled in her mouth.
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Lilly asked, "What's it called?"
"We call it Santa Lucia back home," said Cassy as she swabbed a soapy washcloth over Lilly's breasts and tummy before descending lower to scrub her sex with it. It was the last day of school before the six-week winter break, which meant Lilly would be turning in her Cherry Popper uniform and she was happy about that.
The next semester would be better. The computer had selected Gymnastics and it would be an easy A. The uniform, with its thong back and narrow front, was still a little skimpy but it was nothing she couldn't handle. She liked knowing her butt cheeks would be exposed to anyone who cared to look. Having carefully followed her second family's direction whenever asked meant she was also much more confident when it came to exhibiting her body.
Another good thing had come from her PE volleyball class: she was very good at it. She had shown enough talent that the PE coach had told the volleyball coach and he had convinced Lilly to try out for the team. She had found her name on a list on the locker room wall and was elated.
"You should ask your parents if you can come over."
Lilly stopped shaving her leg and looked to her friend. Stepping across the stall, she kissed Cassy on the cheek before bending lower and placing small kisses upon the girl's breasts. They weren't nervous about getting caught. They had seen girls doing much more adventurous things in the shower stalls since that first day in the locker room and the steam-covered curtain mostly hid them from view.
Cassy giggled and said, "Stop it," but pressed Lilly's face to her nipple, who suckled it for a moment before returning to the other side of the stall.
"Thanks, but there is no way my parents would let me come over so close to Christmas."
Cassy chuckled. "It's not that close. Santa Lucia starts on December 13th."
"You don't understand my parents and the holidays," Lilly said. "They take it very seriously and I'm sure me and my mom will be out shopping." Lilly swirled the razor over her special place.
Cassy shrugged. "Okay, suit yourself." They continued to bathe and after a moment, Cassy said, "Uncle Lars is coming back for the holidays."
Lilly's heart leapt. Her eyes sparkled. "Really?"
Cassy nodded. "He gets here later this week. The family always gets together for Santa Lucia."
Lilly had stopped shaving as she thought about Uncle Lars. She imagined his deliciously thick manhood releasing into her mouth and she salivated at the thought. She missed him more than she let on to Cassy.
Swallowing, she said, "It would be nice to see him again." And then she skillfully swirled the razor around the lips of her pussy; they only had another few minutes before the bell rang and the water shut off. "I'll ask my mom if I can come over Friday night. Since it's still a couple weeks until Christmas, I should be able to talk her into it."
Cassy clapped. "Yippee!" She jumped up and down and her tiny breasts fluttered. "You can celebrate the start of Santa Lucia with us." The water shut off and they kissed before pulling the curtain and walking back to their lockers.