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Chapter Five-3

“Now to secure that lovely thin waist of yours.” I drew the belt over her belly and cinched the buckle tight.

Only two items left; her frail bodice, and her panties. Bodice first. I had already discovered by feel that she needed no padding to compliment her swelling breasts. First the shoulder straps, then the sabotage to the front. When I pulled her bodice apart, I beheld the defenseless wonder of her robust, strawberry-nippled twin mounds. When my fingers found them she cried out and strained upward.

When she finally tired, and lay still and panting, I slid the palms of my hands down against her belly to her Victorian panties.

“What shall I do with these?” I asked.

“No-o-o-o, oh please, sir, have pity.” Her voice sank into a shuddering sob.

I toyed with her panties, slipping a finger under the waistband and sliding it back and forth. With each traverse, I forced her panties down a fraction of an inch. Her toes curled and splayed with shame and a newfound urge she had never before experienced. I moved my hands to the lacy bottom and tugged gently, pulling her panties down even more, inch by tantalizing inch.

Her body went rigid. “Won’t somebody please help me,” she groaned through her ruby lips. I was so inflamed with lust the blood pounded in my ears. I could hardly hear her words.

Most of the other men had stripped their girls already and mounted them, f*****g vigorously to the music of their shrieks and wails. I couldn’t endure a moment longer; my c**k demanded her p***y. I cut her panties open along both sides and jerked away the last barrier to my lust.

A soft puff of silky red hair garnished her virgin p***y. My c**k would make it even redder. Working the lever that swung open the wooden beams forcing her legs farther apart, I climbed on the bench and settled into the bliss between her thighs.

The tip of my c**k nosed about, enjoying the tickle of her p***y hairs. Then it jabbed against her love-chamber, anxious to gore through that delicate tissue of her maidenhood.

Slowly, relentlessly, I pressed my c**k harder and harder against her maidenhood. She moaned with pain and carnal hunger, her arms and legs shuddering and her torso convulsing. I felt something tear, then a great rip surrendered her paradise to my c**k. With a groan of ecstasy I slid deep into this beautiful young girl’s virgin p***y.

The room was a scene of fantastic depravity. Men mounted on beautiful girls, f*****g their defenseless p*****s, puffing and gasping between their rumbling bellows of ecstasy. Aunt Caroline and Treise straddled their captive’s shoulders, coaxing them with their riding crops, forcing the girls to tongue their p*****s. The squeals, cries, and moaning echoed from the walls as we wallowed in the ultimate of carnal pleasures.

My whole consciousness was focused on my c**k, feeling it slide in and out of the warm and tender embrace of my maiden’s captive p***y. I gazed down at her agonized face. Her beautiful blue eyes were clamped shut, her round, ruby-lipped mouth open, voicing wordless cries.

Rolling her head ceaselessly from side to side, she began groaning out the same words, repeating them over and over to herself. “No! Oh, please, no! Help me. Someone make him go away, I’m a good girl.”

I heard lusting male shouts. The men, each in his own turn, were cumming. I glanced at the girls on each side of me. They arched their necks, tilting up their heads with a long, anguished shriek as they felt a frenzied man’s savage c**k erupt a molten lava of c*m inside their feminine sanctuary.

My belly knotted in the throes of pre-c*m needle pricks. I stared in wide-eyed ecstasy at her surging breasts as I felt my c*m blast into her. Her mouth stretched open in a long, silent gasp as I erupted.

I howled with triumph. “Yaugh! Yehung! Augh! Augh! Ungh!” My frenzied c**k spouted gushes of hot love gravy with shuddering bliss. Its repeated throbbing continued until every drop was wrung out its tip. The piercing muscle aches of my exhausted love gland in my groin was paradise.

I collapsed my naked body on top of hers. Putting my hands on each side of her face, I cradled her head in my hands. Lifting her face to mine, I felt my drained c**k quiver with one, final ecstatic dribble as I kissed her. Gazing into her beautifully tear-rimmed eyes, I whispered, “Welcome to Blackthorne.”