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.
You may be sure that if Sonja were permitted to return to her shop-work, she would take every chance in the washroom or the toilet to let the other girls see her with her pants down, so that she might display her bruises. If they knew of her honeymoon night, she would want them to see how mad with passion her bridegroom had been.
Sonja was thrashed across her backside as few girls of her age or type ever are. The gold-skinned energy of her firm young legs and narrow back was an excitement to watch. As her hips rose, and her buttocks parted broadly, one saw the thick blobs of vaseline still between the cheeks of Sonja's bottom. Then down flashed the strap again with an ear-splitting smack across her bare arse and Sonja pressed herself writhing upon her lover's tool. Otto was, of course, merely driving her to the summit of her pleasure. He spared her nothing, knowing that Sonja would thank him for driving her on. At last we heard that crescendo of short rising cries which signifies the approach of a girl's happiness. Karl, too, was goaded on by hearing Sonja's joy. In a moment of ecstasy his own sperm burst the dam and spurted deep into her cunt, a supreme sensation which caused Sonja to climax with a scream that might have been heard on the far side of the lake! She lay there, sweltering in the warm night and exhausted by her labours. Her head reposed on Karl's breast, and she broke into gentle sobs-but they were of joy rather than anguish. The strange truth is, of course, Jack, that Sonja was in that paradoxical state of being hurt but happy! Eighteen-year-old Petra was unpersuaded by the happiness which she saw Sonja enjoying. It was not that she wished to be spared the reward but the ordeal which separated her from it made her truly apprehensive now. The narrow fine-boned face and blue eyes were set in a mask of refusal. Fortunately, however, Julia was a more able attendant than Natasha. She doubled Petra's slim legs up in a trice, exposing the black silk gusset of the German girl's panties between her narrow thighs. For all the grotesque spikiness of her coiffure and the adolescent roundness of her face, fifteen-year-old Julia was a consummate masturbatrix. Petra's flaxen hair threshed to and fro on the pillow as she strove to deny herself the enjoyment. But it was all in vain. Julia's fingertips coaxed such lubrication from the girl's cunt that the tight black silk of Petra's briefs was soon shining with the slippery wetness. At Otto's command, they turned Petra over on her belly. As Julia continued to masturbate her, the warm slippery dew seemed to work up over the backs of her thighs and her bottom-cheeks. The seat of Petra's knickers was cut high and tight, arching up and baring much of her slim fair-skinned bum-cheeks.
They pulled the panties down to her knees and Lord Frederick ordered that Petra's arsehole should be exceptionally well vase-lined. A slim nymph of eighteen would be tighter in that area than a young woman of twenty-two like Sonja. In Sonja's case, she had used the little entrance more and longer in the course of nature. Moreover, any man who had Sonja in his bed would surely have wanted to plumb her by every possible route. Petra was on her back with Julia holding her thighs nicely open. Though Petra went mad as soon as Otto's knob touched her cunt, it was hard to say whether panic or greed inspired the squirming of her thighs and the bucking of her hips. Otto did the right thing, however, by teasing her gently as his randy young tart who couldn't wait for a taste of spotted dick. Whatever the cause of her contortions and jiggings, it made little difference, since Petra was going to get it anyway-and would enjoy it when she did.
Despite the impressive size of his muzzle, Otto penetrated her without too much difficulty. Built as he is, there are few barriers which stand for long in his way. Moreover, Petra was not a pure virgin, for all her disdainful attitudes and posturings before the customers. She had had the pricks of one or two lucky Berlin lads as lodgers in her cunt. It had happened rarely and briefly, but Otto was not the first to explore this comfortable territory. Like Karl with Sonja, he rode long and easily, Petra's heels drumming on his back. She made howling and retching sounds as he did so, seeming to tell us that this was the most vile and abominable thing that a man ever did to a girl. We did not then know, but have discovered since, that Petra derives great excitement from pretending this revulsion and imagining to herself that every lover takes her by force. I think she truly meant to rebel when they turned her over on her belly for Otto to ravish the seat of beauty as well. Yet Petra knew that she would get it up her arse anyway and so, surely, she was rebelling only to have her resistance crushed. In this too, perhaps, she finds a thrill. As they tried to part her slim pale buttocks to make way for the heavy muzzle of Otto's tool, Petra tensed her rear cheeks against them, trying to press the halves together. We saw Petra's arsehole go tight and small as she barred the way. Having shown his mastery of Sonja with the school strap, Otto was not averse to
