Anonymous: Aphrodizzia

This I locked round the shapely partners waist. So our pretty pair were condemned to pass the night in their present suggestive manner, each pillowing her head on the others nips or backside. Each girl's field of vision was almost filled by the charming prospect presented by the other's hips, backside, and upper thighs. Though still wearing their white stretch-briefs, each was obliged to present herself to the face of the other in an appealing upwards squat!

Under the level fringe of her blond hair, Petra's face coloured a little as I took the waistband of her briefs and drew them down to the mid-point of her slim lightly suntanned thighs. I did not remove the briefs altogether, jack, for there is something more provocative about a girl like Petra with her panties down round her thighs than with her lower body entirely naked. Under the occasional rudeness of her manner in the shop, one finds a true sense of vulnerable innocence in Petra's blue-green eyes. She was self-consciously aware that even the more roughly-used and easily-blemished part of her knickers was under Sonja's immediate gaze. Sonja's round gypsy-brown face looked at me with blue eyes expecting the same treatment. I smiled at this.

“You shall keep your pants on for the moment, Sonja. Content yourself with enjoying your view of Petra!” Indeed, the collar-chain which attached her to the gold links round the young blonde's bare waist gave Sonja no chance to turn from her contemplation. Her cheek rested on the taut slimness of Petra's upper thigh. Her eyes confronted the younger girl's trim nymph-like buttocks, and of course the lips of the cunt between her legs with their stray tendrils of fair hair. On these occasions, Jack, when I am in full command of my two slaves, I am as strict in one respect as any English prude. I do not allow either Sonja or Petra to masturbate. Their hands are fastened so that each may play with the other but not with herself. So now a leather cuff went round each wrist and a light chain from each attached it to the other girl's waist again. There was no limit to what one girl's mouth or fingers might perform upon the other's sensitive part. Yet neither girl could reach far enough to gratify herself. Had I been in a wicked mood, Jack, I should have arranged matters a little differently. Having mixed a strong aphrodisiac in the dinner coffee I would have had them trussed in this posture but with their wrists strapped behind their backs and their collar-leads holding them back from even the lightest kiss. Then each girl must have itched for relief and seen the other's beauties of hips and thighs before her eyes, while having no power to ease the erotic anguish of herself or her companion. I promise you, dearest, that my plans for Petra and Sonja include such a restless night of amorous torment. Yet this was not to be the occasion of it.

I watched them for a little while as they lay waiting on the bed.

I had determined to see if it was possible to light Sonja's “fuse” and by so doing cause the “explosion” of love in Petra without ever touching her myself. I sat at the middle of the bed, stroking Petra's blonde fringe as she pillowed her fair-skinned beauty on the fuller curve of Sonja's brown thigh. Her view of Sonja was rather as if Petra had been looking up at the open seat of a chair on which the young woman sat. Though Sonja's white briefs still moulded the “landscape,” the rear opening of her thighs was but four or five inches from Petra's blue-green eyes. The firmly-rounded cheeks of Sonja's bottom were clearly and separately presented in the fight cotton-as was the soft bulge of her pussy-flesh between her legs.

Gazing down the length of her own body towards me, Sonja's blue eyes looked wonderingly from her pert brown face with its shock of dark curls. I smiled at her, holding her questioning gaze as I gave a light pinch to the soft pussy-flesh through the cotton gusset of the panties. A quick tremor of her body was followed by the young woman straining her hips back to open her rear access more fully. Using the back opening of her thighs, so that Petra would see everything, I began to masturbate Sonja gently through the stretched cotton web of her white panties. “You're well used to this, my dear,” I murmured to her as I stroked and squeezed lightly, “You like to play with yourself, Sonja, don't you? Yes, you do. You like it very much!

Petra, my innocent child, watch closely! There's a good girl! See how my fingers find the slit in Sonja's cunt and rub up and down it through the cotton knickers?… Is that nice, Sonja? Is it? Let your lubrication begin to come. You needn't be bashful about moistening your briefs. I'm sure it's happened before when you've been played with… You like watching Sonja masturbated, Petra? Do you? See how she needs it!… Can you feel how you're wetting yourself, Sonja? I must show Petra your juice on my fingers. Oh, you little innocent, Petra! Don't try to turn your face away… Very well, then, I must hold you by your little tail of hair and make you breathe in the scent of Sonja's arousal!” Sonja's fuse, having smouldered for so long, now burst into flame.-When I held my fingers still she rode her hips to and fro on them, frantic for the rubbing between her legs.

“I'm sure some lucky man had fun with you, Sonja! What a juicy ride! Ah, some more on to my fingers then!… Now you shall wait while I ease it off on the back of your thigh… But you must be more passionate than this before we take down your panties, Sonja!” I had scarcely spoken these words when Petra gave a startled but grateful little cry. Sonja, frantic to do as she was done by, had buried her face in the rear of the blonde's slim thighs and was kissing Petra's fair-haired cunt-lips hungrily. How many times, I wonder, had she done this in reality or fantasy behind the photographer's studio? “Do it better than that, Sonja!” I said with mock severity, “Otherwise I shall give you a smacked bottom and no more fun! Tickle Petra's clitoris with your tongue! Properly! Then you may tongue-diddle her if you wish.” When the tongue-tip touched her sensitive little clitoris, eighteen-year-old Petra was the most quivering, half-hysterical nymph. She shrieked as if in the most atrocious torment-a sure proof of the near alliance of pleasure and pain in the human sensibility. I stroked her lank fair hair reassuringly. “Don't hold back, Petra, my sweet! Scream in your joy, if you wish! There is no shame in that-only a great release!”

Petra's sharp, spasmodic cries fell presently to a gentle moaning of pleasure. The window curtains stirred a little in the warm night-breeze across the lake. I held the fingers, which were slippery from Sonja's cunt, to Petra's lips. She first kissed, then licked them gently. I still refused to let her take down Sonja's briefs, curious to see what the blonde nymph would do. With a shudder of longing, Petra leant forward and applied her pouting kiss to the warm wetness of the cotton, where it clung to the softness of Sonja's vaginal lips.

Later I intervened, drawing Petra's head back by the flaxen pony-tail and taking down Sonja's panties to mid-thigh. In Sonja's case, her plump little cunt is mossed by dark hair. At twenty-two years old her bum-cheeks have the round sauciness of womanhood, contrasting with the pale ovals of Petra's demure buttocks! The two girls mouthed and tongued one another between the legs, each trying to stroke the curls or pony-tail of the beloved who gave her such joy.

In a moment more, Sonja's spasm was almost upon her. With a sudden sound in her throat, her dark curls jerked and I saw her face, her lips drawn back over bared teeth like one in a fit. I wanted, of course, to make her abandon herself completely at this moment. Sonja's twenty-two-year-old arsehole was visible between her buttocks. I took the vaseline jar and spread a dollop of the grease on her anus. Her dark curls were twisting to and fro, her cheeky suntanned face agonised in the spasm of coming orgasm. I took the smooth metal tube which once held a large Corona cigar and slid its rounded end into Sonja's behind. I held it with several inches inside her and the rest protruding. My other hand worked expertly at her cunt-lips. “I want you to come with your arsehole held open, Sonja,” I said gently.