His Aunt Nicole

[Simonssister]

Chapter 130.

Chantal lay there on top of Barbara, legs apart, breathing heavily, her head turned towards the ladies, her cheeks burning.  Her nostrils were filled with Barbara’s perfume, mingled with the scent of her latex hood.  She could tell Barbara was smiling, but she dared not look her in the face.  Blinking nervously, she shot her mother an imploring look, hoping for some sort of guidance or support.
“M-mum…?” she faltered.
But Polly, just as her friends, seemed fixated on the scene unfolding before her.  If anything her daughter’s entreaty seemed to annoy her.
“Shh...don’t make a fuss, dear.  It’s just a bit of fun…”
Chantal bit her lip.  Then she felt a wet tongue against her right cheek, and the next moment it was gently probing her ear.  She struggled to escape, but Barbara’s strong arms were locked about her. 
“Please…  Miss…”
“Mmm…  Chantal…I love your ears….”  She nibbled at the lobe.  “So small and delicate.  Don’t worry, it won’t hurt…”
Her tongue traced the labyrinth of Chantal’s ear, ending up in the centre once again.  Chantal, despite herself, was beginning to feel a little aroused.  How could that be?  She had a steady boyfriend, and had never had a lesbian thought in her life.  She began to panic.  Where was this going?  She felt helpless, and the undisguised delight on the faces of her mother and her friends, all now craning forward expectantly, made her feel sick.  So she tried to wriggle downwards, in the hope of slipping out of Barbar’s grip that way. 
She had actually worked herself down a few inches when she was stopped short by a new obstruction.  Her little skirt had ridden up, and something firm was now pressing against her crotch.  She froze.  Barbara’s hands were still locked in the small of her back.  With an effort she reached behind her, and slid her hand down over her buttocks.  Her fingers encountered…the smooth rubber head of Barbara’s strap-on!  She gasped.  The curved dil-do fitted neatly against the contours of her body.  She tried to pull herself up again, but Barbara, with a seductive giggle, held her where she was.
“You can’t escape, Chantal…  Just relax…”
“Let me go!”  She turned her face to Barbara’s.  “Please…”
She looked as if she were going to cry.
“All right, if you insist.  But only if you give me a kiss first.”
“Okay!  Whatever.”
“A proper kiss…”
“All right.  Just release me, please.”
Barbara unlocked her hands, and before Chantal could move, brought them up, held her head tight, pressed her lips to the girl’s, and slid her tongue into her mouth.  Chantal struggled for a few seconds.  Then it was as if something in her brain slipped over the edge.  Though Barbara’s grip on her head was strong, her kiss was soft, affectionate, and sensual.  Irresistible.  For a moment she gave into it, and in that moment she was lost.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 131.

All consciousness of her surroundings - her exposure, the salacious gazes of the women - were subsumed in the sweet, gentle sensuality of her lover.  She responded to Barbara’s kiss, clasping the latex hood in both hands a giving as good as she was receiving.  It was as well she was unaware of anything else.  Every move was now being recorded by her audience.  Even her mother had moved her chair closer and was holding her phone steady on one knee!  And then Kaiya returned, her backpack dangling from one hand.  Her entrance momentarily distracted the onlookers, all of whom glanced over once – then did a double-take - for she too was now sporting a strap-on the same as Barbara’s!

Seeing things were definitely progressing in the right direction, Kaiya rummaged in her backpack, produced a small pair of scissors, then placed it on the sofa within easy reach.  She knelt down between Barbara’s legs, cut through each side of Chantal’s panties, pulled them out from behind the dil-do curled around her crotch, and tossed them aside.  As the cool rubber shaft came into direct contact with her unprotected pussy, Chantal gave a little shudder – but made no attempt to close her legs, which were still held wide apart by Barbara’s. 
“Good girl…” she murmured.  “Keep going…”
Chantal certainly did keep going, snogging Barbara enthusiastically and emitting muffled moans of pleasure.  After a minute she began to rub her pussy up and down against the strap-on as though she were trying to ride it – or even perhaps to mount it.  Kaiya watched with satisfaction as the thick shaft, quivering from her squirming, slowly became coated with her milky secretions, and her moans became punctuated with little ecstatic gasps.

The atmosphere was electric.  There was only the sound of the girls’ lovemaking, and the creaking of the women’s chairs, as…well, goodness knows what they were getting up to!  Kaiya smiled.  This was one birthday none of them would forget. 
“I think it’s time,” she said, under her breath.
She opened her belt-purse and took out a condom.  She popped it out of its package, took the dil-do in one hand, and rolled it on with the other, getting rather sticky fingers in the process.  Temporarily deprived of her pleasure, Chantal strained to recover it.
“Don’t be so impatient sweetie,” laughed Kaiya, “hold still and I’ll let you have it.”
And she did.  Bending it forward, she pushed the head between the slick lips of the girl’s pussy.  It slipped in easily.  Chantal gave a muted cry of satisfaction, arched her back and thrust her hips down hard, swallowing the whole length in one go!
“Oh….fuc-k…  Yesss….”
She stopped kissing Barbara, and turned her head to her left.  Her face was contorted with pleasure, and she was biting her lower lip.  Polly, probably feeling she should at least present an appearance of motherly solicitude, (though she didn’t stop filming for a second), feigned concern.
“Darling, are you all right, dear…?  You don’t have to do this, you know…”
The reply was what she deserved.
“Oh, fuc-k off, mum.  Don’t fuc-king spoil it for me…”  and added, to no-one in particular, “fuc-k!  It feels so good!  It’s so fuc-king thick!  Please don’t stop, Babs, will you…”
Kaiya giggled with delight.  “It’s gonna get a whole lot better just now, Chantal!”
She was already rolling a second condom over her own strap-on.  There was an audible groan from the audience.  It sounded like Eleanor.  Poor dear, thought Kaiya.  She’s probably never seen anything quite like this - not in the flesh, anyway!  Well, we’re not finished yet, even if she is.  She anointed her sheathed dil-do liberally with lube, gentle separated Chantal heaving buttocks, and pressed the smooth head between them.  Chantal, surprised, froze for a second.  Kaiya frowned.  Was this a step too far?  But she needn’t have worried.  With an “oh, god…”, Chantal thrust backwards to facilitate entry.  It took a little effort on both their parts, but once the head had penetrated the girl’s tight sphincter, the rest easily followed.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 132.

“Ooh…  Let’s make a Chantal sandwich!” joked Kaiya, lying down on top of Chantal and fastening her teeth in the lobe of her left ear, leaving Barbara to probe her right with her tongue.  They lay quietly like this for a minute or so, a neat pile of three bodies, saying nothing, their sweat and their scents intermingling.  They were conscious of two sounds: a restless fidgeting from the female audience, and the tinkling of steel from Bobby bonds, less than a metre away from them, as he fought to keep himself under control.  Kaiya looked up at him.  His cheeks were flushed, and beads of sweat stood out on his forehead.  His head was turned to one side, apparently in an attempt to distract himself from the action.
“Having fun, Bobby?”
He frowned and shook his head, pretending to be unmoved by the scene right under his nose.  But the truth was that his coc-k was under extreme pressure, straining vainly inside the cruelly inadequate curled tube, and his nipples were throbbing fit to burst.  And there was nothing he could do to get the slightest relief.   Kaiya gave an unsympathetic snort of laughter.
“Are you ready, Chantal?”
Her only reply was a faint whimper.
“Okay.  I’ll start then, shall I Babs?”
“After you, darling…”
With a mischievous giggle, Kaiya lifted herself off Chantal and, kneeling back on her haunches with her hands on the girl’s waist, withdrew the dil-do to the base of the head, then slid it in as far as it would go.  As she was withdrawing a second time, Barbara elevated her hips a few inches, so that her dil-do was sliding forward whilst Kaiya’s was sliding back.  Thus synchronised, they soon attained a smooth, relentless rhythm, like a well-lubricated machine. At first, Chantal’s eyes widened with surprise, and she responded to each succeeding thrust with a little cry of pleasure.
“Oh…oh…oh…oh…”
The girls’ movements were as regular as a metronome’s.  The c-umulative effect was overwhelming, making her whole body thrill and vibrate.  She wanted to cry out, or beg them to pause, but she was physically unable to articulate anything but gasps or sobs, and was forced to abandon herself to the irresistible arousal building within.  Kaiya squeezed another bead of lube onto the gleaming shaft of her strap-on.  She controlled its rhythm by flexing her torso, her ponytail pattering against the back of her latex hood at each thrust, whilst Barbara, grinning up at her, flexed her hips.  Watching the steady in and out of the dil-dos, and listening to the soft, regular plap, plap, of the leather plates, Kaiya tried to imagine what Chantal must be feeling.   She couldn’t see her face – her head was now to the side of Barbara’s and her hands on the rug – but she was panting, emitting quiet grunts of pleasure, and her neck and ears were bright red.  After a while she began to respond, moving in rhythm with the rubber pistons smacking against her flesh.  She had discovered the clitoral stimulator at the base of Barbara’s phallus, now well-lubricated with her own juices, and at every thrust was grinding her clit against it, and getting more and more excited. 
Minutes passed.  The three girls were working up a sweat now, but moving together in perfect harmony.  It was like a choreographed ballet, albeit a repetitive one.  Barbara had slid her hands under Chantal’s top, and was playing with her nipples, pulling at them and rolling them in her fingers till they were stiff.  The women watching from across the room fidgeted in their seats, but barely blinked, anxious not to miss a moment.  Polly licked her lips with arousal and satisfaction.  She had been jealous of her daughter’s looks for a few years now, and seeing her being, as she thought, humiliated in front of everyone, gave her an extra little thrill of satisfaction.
“Those girls…  Outrageous!” murmured Diana Murchison, with a wicked smile, slightly adjusting the position of her phone as she could see Bobby was now goggling at the scene at his feet and gasping like a stranded fish.
“fuc-k her good and hard, girls…” hissed Tracey, to no-one in particular, slipping a hand inside her panties.  “Oh, no offence, Polly…”
“None taken, Trace.  She deserves everything she gets…”
Chantal herself, enjoying the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced, was feeling she could take it all and more, all the afternoon if necessary.   And she probably would have done, too, had not Barbara brought matters to a climax with just a few well-chosen words.  It was the triumph of psychology over physicality.  Turning her head sideways, she whispered in Chantal’s ear.
“Darling…  How would you like to be our permanent little fuc-k-puppy?”
A questioning groan was all she could summon up in reply.
“Come live with us.  Yes?  I promise we’ll look after you.  We’ll put you on a leash, take you everywhere with us, fuc-k you three times a day and make you eat our pussies in between…”
Barbara had her totally sussed her out.  It didn’t take a genius, after all.  The ease with which she had submitted to her violation, and her total, willing surrender to their will, even in front of her mother and her mother’s friends, told her all she needed to know.  Chantal’s reaction even better than she had hoped.  With a loud sob, her muscles tensed for a second, then she climaxed.
“YES…!  OH, YESSS…!”  She gripped the sides of the rug and pulled at them as if she were trying to left all three of them off the floor.
Whether she was merely c-umming, or also agreeing enthusiastically to Barbara’s suggestion, was not immediately clear – but the girls, by tacit agreement, never once altered the tempo of their thrusting, but carried her right through what turned out to be a spectacular two-minute orgasm.
And hers was not the only one.  It seemed to trigger everyone else in the room, except for Kaiya, who maintained her cool throughout.  It was too much even for Barbara, who thought for a moment she was going to faint from the sheer release.  But she focussed, stayed conscious, and continued to do her part.  Looking up, she saw Bobby, his face contorted with painful ecstasy, the white ball jerking violently as his pent-up c-um was forced from his straining, tightly-constricted coc-k.  The spherical white sheath swelled until it erupted from the lip in thick wads, streaming down his leg and splashing onto the base of the stand, splattering her and Chantal’s faces.  On the other side of the room Eleanor, with a groan, slid from her armchair onto the floor, Danielle, one hand under the table and the other holding her phone, moaned aloud, and Diana and the others shook and shuddered in communal orgasm.  Even Polly gave in to her instincts, muttering the single word “bitch” as she came – though whether referring to her daughter or herself no-one could tell.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 133.

The girls gave Chantal plenty of time to recover before slowly withdrawing from her sweating, twitching body.  Barbara rolled slowly sideways, gently lowering her onto the rug.  Tracey put a cushion under her head, and Eleanor fetched a blanket to cover her.  She fell asleep where she was almost at once.  The girls gathered up their backpacks.
“What about me?” wailed Bobby.
“Shh!”  Said Eleanor.  “Chantal’s sleeping.”
“But…”
“Look at you!  You weren’t supposed to c-um anyway, you naughty boy.  Why do you think your aunt went to all that trouble to keep your naughty coc-k under control?  She even gave you a special sheath to contain any leaks.  And what do you do?  No self-control whatsoever.  No, you’re going to c-um no matter what anyone says!  Look at you now.  Your lovely socks are ruined, your shoes are squelching, and your standing in a puddle of it!  No, you can wait young man.  Stand there and reflect on your behaviour.”
Danielle agreed.
“Well said, Eleanor!  Men!  No control over their coc-ks at all!  Disgusting.”
“I wish that girl Milly was here with her riding whip,” added Tracey.  “Remember…”
“Oh, be quiet,” said Bobby.  “And it’s Mellie, by the way.”
“Oh, I see.  You’re telling me to be quiet?  Well I wasn’t the one squeaking like a girl just now as you came all over yourself!”
“Oh, leave him, Trace,” said Diana.  “Let him stand there in his own slime.  We’ll attend to him later.”
The girls gathered up their backpacks and slipped out of the door to shower and sort themselves out.  The women looked at each other.  For a minute no-one spoke. 
Then, “Eleanor, this is one party we’ll never forget,” grinned Danielle. 
“I’ll drink to that,” said Diana. 
“Your glasses are empty, ladies.  Allow me.”
Eleanor left the room and returned with a large tray full of bottles and snacks.
“Those girls…” began Tracey.
“Should we…?  The videos?”
“Why not?  Keep the sound low.  Don’t want to wake the star…”
“Okay.  Diana?  I think you got everything, didn’t you?  You were very self-controlled…”
“I’m not a child.  I’ve seen a few things in my time…”
“Bet you have!  And done a few…”
“Shush.  Okay.  Eleanor?  Can we upload it to your laptop.  It’ll be better than watching it on the phone…”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 134.

When the girls returned about thirty minutes later, having showered, washed their panties, hoods and gloves, and put some soft wax on their leather shorts, the ladies were a little the worse for wear, and were watching the video in slo-mo.  Danielle looked up.
“Oh, where are your strap-ons, girls?  You don’t look complete without them.”
Kaiya laughed.  “I think Chantal’s had enough for one day!  Look at her, the sweetie.  Sleeping so quietly…”
“I was thinking of Bobby!” laughed Danielle.
Polly jumped up.  “Yes!  Bobby!  Why not?”
“Well,” said Barbara, looking at him with distaste, “I’m not sure I want to get that close…”
“We’ll clean him up for you!  No problem!”
“Yes, let’s!”
“No!” cried Bobby.  “You can’t!  You mustn’t!”
“If we sort him out,” said Eleanor seriously, “would you…?”
“Sure,” said Barbara, with a grin.  “He’s prepared, anyway.  He has a little rubber flower up his bum already!”
“He does?”
“Oh yes – don’t you, darling?  Come on, you know you love it…”
“No!  I don’t!  Please…”
But Eleanor was already releasing his hands while Diana unbuckled his shoes.  The next minute he was being frogmarched to the shower by four giggling women, while Eleanor stayed behind to clean up the mess.

Oh what fun they had.  His blouse, bridal gloves and skirt were carefully removed.  Off came the slimy sheath, and whilst he was in the shower Tracey took it upon herself to remove his harness and extract the flower plug, which she pulled out with a plop and presented to Polly as if it were a rose.
“Here darling – a token of my regard.!”
And they all fell about – literally in the case of Danielle, who had drunk the most of all of them.

They lathered him with peach body wash, and sprayed his device clean.
“This is so clever,” exclaimed Polly, examining it.  “A balls retainer underneath, and a little integral curled tube for his willy, making a lovely neat little ball.  Could someone hold it for me while I put on a new sheath…  It’s quite tight…”
She stretched the mouth open and worked it over the plastic ball, letting it snap home around the base of his pen-is.
“It’s really neat!  I’d like to fit all guys with these.  Instead of their horrible ugly things they’d just have a smooth, compact white rubber ball.”
“Yes,” agreed Danielle.  “And if the mouth was locked on, and only women had the key…”
“Yeah, cool!  Think how polite and obedient they’d all be.  All those arrogant pricks we know so well…”
They patted him dry with soft towels, scented and powdered him, sat him down and refreshed his makeup and his nipple gloss, and put fresh ribbons on his pigtails.  Eleanor had washed and dried his light knee-socks, and wiped his Mary Janes inside and out, and she joined her friends in the bathroom.  They soon had him dressed again, just as he’d been before, except without his latex harness.  Whilst all this was going on, Barbara and Kaiya had been having a quiet conversation in the living-room, next to the sleeping Chantal.
“Do you think she will?”
“I’m sure.  Don’t you think it’ll be fun to have our own sissy slave girl?”
“Can a girl be a sissy?”
“We’ll make her one.  Think of all the possibilities – all the ways to embarrass her.  And we can use her for dominatrix practice.”
“And we can maybe get her a puppy suit…”
“And a little kennel…”
“And she can lick us to sleep at night…”
“Ooh, yes.  And when we eat out…”
“She can eat too…under the table!”
“She got a good figure.  She’d look pretty in a rubber catsuit.”
“She would.  We can take her to parties.  She be a sensation.”
“And we could lend her out.  I’m sure she’d like that – being a piece of someone’s property.”
“We could organise sex shows with her and Bobby!  I’m sure Nicole would agree.”
“That would be so cool!  Have them both on leads.  Have a ring mistress with a whip directing them…”
“The possibilities are endless…”
“Yes.  I think we can say we’ve got one in the cage at least…  Now let’s see if we can snare the rest.  Are you ready?”
“Ready, Kaiya.  They’ve been drinking all day.  That should help.”
They heard the bathroom door open, and then the sound of laughter.
“Shh…  They’re coming back…”
“Okay.  Ready?”
“Wait till they see those strap-ons…!”
As the women entered the room, pushing Bobby in front of them, they rose politely, and held hands, like two maids in front of their mistresses.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 135.

When Nicole had been asked to supply Bobby as a sort of floorshow for Eleanor’s party, her immediate reaction had been to refuse.  She had talked about it with the girls.
“They’re a just bunch of lecherous middle-aged women.  Remember how they treated Bobby at Diana’s party?  Not that it did him any harm, but they took advantage of their positions as elders and friends of Miss Poole.  That Diana’s the worst – her and her cronies.  Danielle, Tracey and Cheryl I don’t mind so much.  They’re basically innocents - they just like a bit of fun, up for anything, really.  Though Tracey’s never got over that thing Bobby had with MĂ©lisande.  She’s always talking about it.”
“Why don’t you let us go with him, Miss?” suggested Kaiya.  “We could keep an eye on him – make sure things don’t get out of hand.”
“Would you do that?”
“Of course!  We’ll look after him,” said Barbara.  “We’ll distract them.  We can dress up a bit, maybe…”
“Hmm.  That’s not a bad idea.  Okay, why not?  But I’m still going to take steps to protect him.  I’ll put him in a device, and tell them to keep their hands to themselves.  Also, Cynthia was telling me about a new display stand she supplies for parties.  It’s simple but effective for displaying slaves.  I’ll send over one of those, just to emphasize he’ll be merely a spectator.”

Later, the girls were talking about it, when Barbara had an idea.
“Kaiya…  Suppose we could get something on those old dears.  Something embarrassing…”
“How would we do that?  They’re not going to let their guards down in front of us, are they?”
“Suppose they disobeyed Nicole, and tried something on with Bobby…”
“They wouldn’t.  They’re all a bit scared of her I reckon…”
“I guess you’re right.  But there must be something…”
“They’d have to be completely pissed…”
“Well, you know how they drink…  It’s not impossible.”
“Well let’s play it by ear.”
“Okay.  Let’s do that.”

The presence of Chantal had been a bonus.  It had got everyone in the mood.  The return of the partygoers woke Chantal.  She raised herself on her elbow and looked around.  Seeing Barbara and Kaiya smiling down at her, she smiled back, and allowed Barbara to help her up onto the sofa.
“Oh!  The sleeper awakes!” cried Polly.  “What a show you put on, sweetie!  Would you like to see the video?  I mean, videos!”
And she gave a peal of raucous laughter.
“Oh, shut up, mum…”
“Wait till Mickey sees this!”  She held up her phone.
“You’re going to show him, aren’t you?  Well you can, for all I care.  I’m dumping him, effective now.  He’s selfish, and especially in bed.  He could never have given me the pleasure I had today.  All that matters to him is his own pathetic little coc-k!”
“Ooh, me-yow!  Yes, I am going to show it to him.  And I’m sure all his friends will have a viewing, too.  So I’d be careful what you say, if I were you…”
“You girls,” said Diana, as if she were addressing servants, “go get us more drinks.  And bring the ice.  I’m parched!”
Kaiya was about to reply, but Barbara put a finger to her lips.  “Yes, miss Diana.  We’ll be right back.”  She took Kaiya and Chantal by their arms and led them out and into the kitchen.
“My mum’s such a bitch!” lamented Chantal.  “She’ll do it, too.  She fancies Mickey, I think.  And he’s a bastard.  He would show his friends.  He’s that type.”
Barbara put her hands on Chantal’s shoulders. 
“Are you with us – like you said?”
“Totally.  I’d be so happy to have you two as my mistresses – and my friends.  I’d do anything you want.  I’m perfectly serious – anything.”
“Okay.  Help us today, and we may be able to solve your problem, and deal with all three bitches – Diana, Eleanor, and your mum.  What do you say?”
“I’m all in.  Whatever you want.”
“Right.  Here’s the plan…”