Anonymous - Aphrodizzia

To show their submissive natures the two brides were required to act as our waitresses, where Lord Fred and I, as well as Karl and Otto, took our places. I need not tell you, dear Jack, what a splendid feast it was. There were the most succulent melon slices, the most fragrantly spiced pate, followed by smoked salmon and roast fowl, the choicest vegetables cooked al dente, and luscious hot-house grapes.

The wines were iced hock to begin with and warm claret to continue.

All this was rounded off by coffee and liqueurs. The table was so arranged that Sonja and Petra had often to bend across to reach the guest they served. Many a time did Lord Fred lift the train, revealing as it might be the saucy round cheeks of Sonja's bottom in the tight sheen of silk briefs. Smack, went his lordship's hand on the silken white cheek. And smack again before the gasping girl could recover her poise. Eighteen-year-old Petra endured the same frequent indignity, though her fair-skinned face and blue eyes showed a greater anger than Sonja's. At last the meal was done and the two honeymoon brides were led to the boudoir overlooking the lake. By new only the last golden streaks of sun lingered in the western sky and the cypress trees stood black against the moon-glittering water. Julia and Natasha took up their places behind Petra and Sonja. Each of the high-school pupils raised the rear train of her young lady. Thus the four of us admired the tightened silk seats of their panties and the elegant squirming of their bare legs as they walked. The scene in the boudoir itself was most diverting. Two beds had been set side by side with only a narrow gap dividing them. By now the lamps of the electrolier shone On the silk covers and bedroom tapestries. At the feet of the beds two comfortable leather chairs on a raised platform had been arranged for Lord Frederick and I. We were to sit there like a pair of tyrants upon our thrones and look down on the sports of the honeymoon beds at our feet. Before the two sturdy serving women withdrew they helped Sonja and Petra to make their last submission.

Each girl allowed her wrists to be strapped together and fastened by a short chain to a collar round her neck. As the two women left they spoke quietly to Petra again, reminding her of the finely tapered whips in the saddlery room and the ingenious little markers which could soon be heated to glowing intensity in the brazier.

Twenty-two-year-old Sonja was to be the first slave-wife of Karl.

Natasha was to attend her and already the prim little blonde's puppy cheeks were colouring a little at the thought of what she had to do.

The grooms made Sonja lie on her back, the dark curls of her head on the pillow. They undid and removed the split skirt of her costume, reducing it to bodice and panties. Natasha blushed a little more deeply. She bowed the fringe of-her blond hair to hide her confusion and showed only the charming little tail of her chignon. Yet she knew better than to disobey. Moistening her fingers on her tongue, she contoured the peaks of Sonja's trim young breasts until the nipples stood hard and tight in the thin white silk. Still with her face blushing a little, Natasha now folded Sonja's knees up so that they almost touched the patient's chin. The tight gusset of the white silk panties was but a mere strip between the spread of Sonja's lithe and suntanned thighs. Sonja's dark pussy-hair was mistily visible through the taut thin silk. With light, inexpert caresses, Natasha began to stroke her there. Those of us who looked on laughed at the little blonde's inexperience, for she made a charming sight.

“Make love to Sonja properly, Natasha! Not just there, my pet.

That's where Sonja's little fountain-hole is. Further on. If you tickle the wrong place, you'll make Sonja drench herself.”

Natasha soon found the right place, by Sonja's shivers and whimpers of pleasure. “That's better, my love,” said Lord Fred to the youngster, “Now wank Sonja gently until you feel the silk of her panties slippery with her juice.” Though Natasha was still rather prim and bashful at what she was doing, there was also the first sign of her natural curiosity to see how a young woman of twenty-two behaved under sexual arousal. Sonja is a healthy young female animal and, as such, she began to lubricate quickly and copiously. One could soon see the wet sheen on the silk panties and even upon the inner smoothness of her upper thighs. “Natasha!” Lord Fred smiled as be spoke, “Help Sonja to turn over on her belly now! That's better. Now take the waistband of her panties and pull them well down her thighs.

Lift your hips, Sonja, to help her! Excellent!” We now admired the lithe suntanned thighs of the Berlin shopgirl and the saucily rounded cheeks of Sonja's bottom. Lord Frederick chuckled as he continued to give Natasha her instructions. “Put your hands on Sonja's bum-cheeks, Natasha, and pull them hard apart. Does it make you blush a little even now to see Sonja's arsehole? Why, Natasha, I do believe it's the first time you've ever looked at that part of another girl. Now, my little pet, you must open the vaseline jar, take a dollop of grease on your finger and lubricate Sonja's anus with it.

Oh, Natasha! Do it much better than that! A bigger dollop! And more!

Spread it nice and thick between her rear cheeks. Better. More again.

Much better. Now, Natasha, slide your finger up! Further in! Right to the knuckle! Excellent! You must learn not to be shy of such things, Natasha. Why, in a few weeks, you'll be enjoying your own first honeymoon night.” So the proceedings went on. Now that Sonja had been well prepared, Karl unbuttoned his stout prick and walked towards his slave-bride with an erection that was heavy and bold. As for Natasha, she now made her first acquaintance with the penis of a truly mature man. With Sonja on her back, her knees bent up and thighs parted, it was Natasha who took the heavy muzzle in her hand, pulling it gently, and guided its knob to the well-opened cunt-hole. As Karl thrust up deep into Sonja's love tract, it was Natasha who was made to crouch at the foot of the bed and tickle the man's well-filled balls in order to add to his excitement. Sonja gave another shuddering moan and began at once to match the rhythm of her lover's thrusts. It mattered little that she had never seen him until that morning. After all, Jack, they say that some arranged marriages are the happiest, do they not? If that is so, I am sure Sonja gave ample proof now. She had been uneasy, even rebellious, when the decision was first made for her. Now she rode as vigorously and eagerly on the penis as if Karl had been her childhood sweetheart! Karl rode her vigorously too for ten or fifteen minutes, Sonja's heels beating their tattoo on his strong back. When he felt like a variation, he turned her over, kissed her crop of black curls, then fastened his mouth to her lips and eased his erection into the well-vaselined grip of Sonja's arsehole.

Whatever protests the young woman made were muffled by his amorous lips and his tongue in her mouth. I saw the tension in her lithe sunbrowned legs and knew that Karl's bulk must be a severe test of her body. Yet even know she was moving in time to his ravaging of her.

It was Petra on the next bed, watching from only a couple of feet away, who showed signs of panic at the realisation that she would soon be suffering such agreeable scouring herself. Otto gathered her flaxen hair into a short tail and slipped the rubber band about it. He made her watch what Sonja was getting and whispered teasingly in her ear.

“No!” cried Petra, her hard pale features colouring up, “No! I won't! I would rather die first!” This provoked general amusement, for how often has this protest echoed through a honeymoon bedroom, only to be replaced at dawn by the soft cooing gratitude of the protester? Having sodomised Sonja with great relish for a further ten or fifteen minutes, Karl withdrew from her arse and lay down on his back, making Sonja climb on top and ride that way with the penis in her cunt. They were now coming to the climax of the first encounter and he wished Sonja to be spurred on by the aid of Otto. The young woman lay on her lover, her hips rising and falling, her gypsy-tanned buttocks swelling out and then clenching together rhythmically. Otto got up with a smile and took a thin punishment-strap. He stood over Sonja as she squirmed arse-upwards on her groom's prick. Down flashed the strap across her writhing bottom-cheeks. Whack! Smack! Crack! Sonja cried out but one had the impression that she found the painful experience far from entirely disagreeable. Otto slashed and lashed until there were bright paths of the straps crimson across the cheeks of Sonja's bottom. Otto thrashed very hard indeed, bringing down the strap with an impact which almost made one wince. Sonja gave short, energetic, animal screams at each stroke, as of anger and revulsion. Yet not once did she ask for pity, nor did she cease to ride the penis which she was loving with such utter devotion between her thighs. The first blue colouration of bruises began to appear in the vivid red swathes of the strap marks.