0 comments/ 120592 views/ 5 favorites Piercing For National Nude Day Ch. 03 By: Gussie Dinner On Friday Dear Readers: Please read Piercing for National Nude Day, and Chapter 2, to get a flavour of how this tale has evolved. Happy reading, and enjoy yourselves! It took our young driver a minute, or two, to regain his composure. Initially we all thought that he might have a heart attack. He turned very pale as he stood, mouth wide open, looking at his three female passengers. He did not give me a second glance. He looked at my own delectable companion. Her breasts were covered in sparkling, starburst, jewellery connected by a chain to another gold starburst covering her pubic area. All appeared to be held by bars, and rings, through her very long nipples and clitoris. These were clearly visible, but most of all, she appeared to have a diamond on the end of each teat. He stared hard at our deeply tanned chestnut haired friend, with her smaller nipples, but larger, brown, globe breasts. Between her legs she had a full, and wonderful, chestnut bush from which chains of gold appeared, as if by magic. She seemed to be dressed in chains. These were everywhere, spreading from the gold wire cups that encased her breasts, over her shoulders. Apparently these were for support. He was not sure. They fanned in and out down her back. There was a very tight gold chain on each hip. These appeared to encircled her arse, then disappeared between her legs. He thought that they were the ones that reappeared at either side of her bush. He was virtually hypnotised by our Parlour Girl. She grinned form ear to ear, and pirouetted on one foot. He was not sure exactly what he saw. She wore a complete, and very beautiful gold coloured collar, locked by a small gold padlock. Her beautiful, perfectly formed, breasts were small, rounded. They appeared to fill two gold wire cages, but they did not press on them. It seemed to him that a bar through each nipple was all that held her jewellery cages in place. He had never seen anything like it before. He had never driven passengers dressed like this before! He was fascinated by the complete simplicity of the Parlour Girl’s jewellery. None was linked, unlike that on the other girls. He though he saw something gold, low down at the back. He could not believe that such a beautiful girl might have something up her arse. He had never seen a butt plug, so it was new territory for him. He was sure that he had seen a large thimble like button sticking out where her clit should be. She was completely shaved, so it was easy to see. It had to be real; something on the end sparkled deep red in the light of the room. Therefore, he surmised, she just might have a “thing” in her back passage. For a fleeting moment I had though of them as “my harem”. No, here were three totally free spirits. One, had deliberately decided to become a slave to my partner, who, with the chestnut beauty, just loved to show their glorious bodied off to the full, and to be pierced. It was my privilege to be their escort for the night! Ever since our experiences on National Nude Day I had a feeling that they were beginning to realise that they might be rewriting tenants of freedom of dress in the United States of America. We all wore simple open toed sandals on our feet. We locked the house, walked down to the vehicle, and our driver held the door of the limousine wide open. His trousers pushed out showing a huge erection, as he salute. We ducked to enter the enormous interior. We left for our dinner, where I knew that the owner had booked us a table to seat six. We were only a little way into our journey when the driver came onto the intercom. He asked if he could speak. He wanted to know why were dressed as we were. I told him a little about Nude Day. He was enthralled. He spoke to his office to say that he wanted to be our driver on the return journey, after dinner. A little before that conversation our Parlour Girl had asked her mistress for permission to speak. Logically this was granted. The delectable creature began to describe how pressure in her backside, and in her cunt, were combining to make her feel wonderfully full. Then she asked her mistress if she might have the wings of the spreader, which fanned out just below her clit, made wider. She explained that it felt delicious to have them in place. Then she asked if she might have her labia lips pierced, with jewels through both to hold them as wide open, and inviting, as possible on each face of the spreader. I was in awe, in ecstasy, but there was more to come. She said that motion, from the road, plus pressure on her arse as she sat in the vehicle, was causing her butt plug, and cunt tube, to work together drawing her nearer to an orgasm. She explained, in a very soft, shy, voice that she did not want to cum. She wanted to wait until I broke her hymen. She only wanted to orgasm then. She said that she knew that this act would only happen when her mistress allowed her to make love with me. She was told that she was correct, and that this was how it should be! She must not have an orgasm; she must not cum, until she was told that she could. I nearly choked, I was not sure if I had heard correctly. How could such an exquisite creature still be a virgin? She was in her twenties, and she was the manageress of a piercing parlour. Not for the first time in my life I had completely underestimated the complexity of the female mind, and what the three had been dreaming up. My erection grew larger, and larger. My cock ring tightened its grip. I was wild at the thought of somebody wanting to give her virginity to me. I tried to force my prick to subside as we approached the restaurant. No amount of positive thinking would help it. I stayed erect, and would not go down. I had something too important on my mind. I was picturing bending over that delectable butt filled by a gold bung the size of a chicken’s egg. I was picturing those wonderful pierced nipples, her covered clit, and gold surrounded hole. I was seeing myself laying her on our bed. I saw myself kiss her nipples, then move between her legs. I felt her bend at the hips, then moved her legs to rest on my shoulders. I could see her golden covered labia, her hidden clitoris, and the plug. I could feel myself, as I moved gently into her body, into her vagina, to pierce her hymen for the first time. I saw myself couple gold ring, with gold ring as I pressed my cock right home into her cunt. I was feeling the added pressure, and pleasure from the plug in her arse This was all I could think about. I was in a trance. The vehicle was too long to turn, or park outside, so we stopped opposite. This time the girls were completely nude, so they stood on the sidewalk after the driver had opened their door. They had to wait for me. I came out of my dreams with a jolt, adjusted myself as best I could, and step out to join them. I was very grateful for the pantaloons that they had suggested I wore. They might hide my huge erection, although they only had a simple cross over open front. There were no buttons. There was always a danger of my cock “slipping out” unnoticed as it swayed from side to side. On Monday evening there had been no traffic. Now it was Friday. There was a great deal, moving in both directions. We expected to stand a while on the warm summer night, but the first car to pick up a naked girl in it’s headlamps simply stopped dead! In seconds all vehicles travelling in both directions stopped. It was like a parting of the waters. An instant party began on the highway. Drivers stepped out of their cars to look, to ogle, and probably to lust. It could have caused chaos, but it was a moment to pure enjoyment. The simplicity of the girl’s statement, of their first appearing stark naked, made everybody feel happy. Three beautiful girls glided across a very busy highway, nude, except that they sparkled with jewels, and appeared to be wearing gold ornaments. They shouted, “Thank you” to the motorists, otherwise they were laughing, as they chatted to each other. Motorists shouted back, “Good luck!” and they cheered. They cheered us to the door of the restaurant. As we reached the path leading to the entrance we were discussing what stories drivers might say to their wives, or what might be the talk around the bars of the town by midnight. The owner had heard the traffic, and the commotion. We were met at the door. We were ushered into the front bar, and offered drinks. Our friend explained that the whole dining area was already full, except for the table he held for us, in the centre towards the rear. It seemed that Fridays were always busy, much more so than Monday. The grape vine had been working. Whispers were abroad. All the tables were booked by Wednesday evening. We were good for his business! Offering drinks at the bar was a very thoughtful thing to do. My darling partner was becoming used to being nude in public. For the other two walking across a darkening road was to be nothing compared with the ordeal of passing between tables of complete strangers, or so we thought. Then, to calm any butterflies, my wonderful partner said two things. She pointed out that dress was simply a fetish in itself. We had all been brought up to see nudity as taboo. Why? Girls went topless on beaches on every coast in the country. Models walked the catwalks of every great design house, showing bare breasts, or in diaphanous clothes that showed nipples, breasts, and sometimes more. All we were doing was extending boundaries. She then said that there could be no more beautifully girls in town that night, and none was more fully dressed. Finally she said that nobody in the restaurant would be wearing such beautiful, or expensive wear. She then described the erotic pleasure of being asked to stop and talk at tables, as we left on Monday after our meal. She said that girls, and only the girls touched her nipples, and stroked her jewellery, and that some even touched the wetness of her clitoris. She said that it had almost made her orgasm. With a wink at our Parlour Girl, she said, “Take care, my beautiful love, if they want to talk to you!” The dear girl went bright red at the thought. Our charming guests adored her more. I adored her more, and remained totally erect, waiting for the gates to heaven to be opened. We finished our drinks, she took a girls hand in hers. They all rose, and we entered the dining room. All conversation stopped, rather in the manner of her original walk on Monday evening. I recognised one or two faces of people, whom she had stopped to talk to as we left after that meal. There were huge smiles of pleasure on the faces of these diners, both girls and boys. It broke the ice, and relaxed my wonderful companions. They smiled back, with a shy demureness, and, as before, the diners began to clap. There was a tangible atmosphere of sexual magic in the air. Once we were all seated, our host, the owner came to sit with us. Initially he was most interested in changes to the sunbursts. He could not believe that there was a diamond on the end of each teat, so he asked about it. Our chestnut haired friend answered. She had been astonished as she saw a nipple taken between two fingers. Then a very sharp pin was simply driven fully into the end of each teat. She admitted that she found the buttercup and diamond ends completely erotic. She admitted that she became wet as she talked about it, but was not sure that she could ever do it to herself. He moved to touch the nipple, and to lift the diamond dangle that hung from her outer piercing. He was totally mesmerised. Her chains rocked, and swayed. We had just finished ordering food when a petite, very pretty, girl approached our table. She was sitting with three girlfriends, near to the entrance, when we arrived. She asked if our Parlour Girl could go to their table to talk to her friends, until our first course was served. It was agreed, and off she went. W did no realise what a pleasure it was, until she returned as food was being served. Her normal pale skin was flushed pink. As she sat with the girls they began to touch her everywhere. They asked about her collar, she explained that my partner was her mistress. They were amazed that her breasts fitted their gold cages so perfectly. They could not believe that only her nipple pins held them in place. Her whole upper body was stroked. Fingers felt along her rock hard teats, squeezing gently. She was becoming very aroused, and very worried! Her anxieties reached fever pitch when they asked about her clit cap. She explained that she was not allowed to remove it herself, or to pleasure herself. The petite girl, who had fetched her from our table, became very excited. She said that she wanted to be pierced. It was agreed that I would give her a business card for the Piercing Parlour as we left at the end of our meal. One of the other girls almost caused the beautiful creature to cum. This girl explained that she was sure that she had seen something in her arse. The butt plug, and cunt tube, were explained. Immediately they all wanted to see. She pushed her chair back, and moved her bum to the edge of the seat. She brought her knees up towards her chest. She made a wonderfully simple, sexy, gesture, of somebody still remarkably innocent about the effect that her body could have on others. She took her knees in her hands, and spread her legs apart. She was totally exposed. All four girls gasped so loudly that the whole restaurant went quiet. They saw her garnet capped clit hood, her shining gold “V” lip spreader, her stretched, large cunt hole ringed in gold, then a small half circle over her butt hole. All was clearly visible in exquisite detail, wet, and gently pulsing with her heart. All parts were joined together as if by magic. They were enthralled. Little did they realise that small cap over her anal orifice led to a plug the size of a large chicken’s egg. The dear child returned to our table exhausted by the attention. She asked her mistress if she could go to the Ladies Room. Of course she could, but first there had to be a minor adjustment. She stood meekly in front of my partner as she gently unscrewed the garnet mounted tip at the end of her clit tube. Her wetness was visible. Her smell was enthralling. She wafted down the room, and disappeared. The whole restaurant must have smelt of her sex. Minutes later she reappeared. The room went silent. Then, again, as on Monday, the girls led a room full of clapping. She stood meekly while her clit was kissed clean, and the cab screwed tightly home. The restaurant owner sat flabbergasted at everything he was witnessing. A NEW BUSINESS VENTURE He turned to address my partner, and me. He had a business proposition. His understanding was that she made all the stunning jewellery at a workshop in our house. He also knew that the Parlour where we had met our delicious submissive was rather special. It was in an upmarket part of town. He had made enquiries; the owners might be willing to sell at a reasonable price. Why shouldn’t we all go into business together? We hardly needed to look at each other; we were enthralled with the idea. This meant that the two darling girls sitting at the table could come into the business with us. It was a wonderful idea. We had some explaining to do. Firstly, to the exquisite chestnut haired beauty, who was slowly becoming part of our lives, but also to our dear submissive friend. We told of how we had known the restaurant owner for a very long time. We liked the fact that all his employees were partners in the business. This is what made it so special. We wanted our new venture to run on similar lines. Torrents of ideas began to pour out as the concept took hold. Our dear chestnut hair friend said that she had Greek blood. Now we realised why she had dark eyes, and was such a wonderful tan all over! She proposed that we might call the new shop “Aphrodite”. She, who was Goddess of Love, would be our guide. Everybody thought this was a marvellous suggestion. By the end of our discussions we were seeing the new group name as “Aphrodite”, with “Aphrodite Jewellery”, “Aphrodite Piercing”, with the Starburst breast jewellery as our symbol. Suddenly, with extraordinary modesty our chestnut beauty, of the perfect bush, asked why we had adopted her. We explained that we realised that she had been the odd man out in her party on Monday night. We had become enamoured by her bravery in coming forward, of the fact that she showed us her beautiful breasts at our table. We had watched her as she had her nipples enhanced, and then pierced. We saw how she had not flinched as the needles passed through her tender flesh. Most of all we were totally taken by the way her self esteem had returned. She was one of us, if she wanted to be. She blushed beneath her overall tan, looked down, and was very meek. My wonderful friend left here seat, and moved to her. She almost repeated what she had done at the table on Monday. She held her chin in her left hand, raised her head, and planted an enormous, deep, long, kiss straight onto her mouth. Tongues were moving between, messages were being sent, the dear girl was wriggling in her seat. Quietly, very softly, as mouths parted she said, “Yes”. She was one of us. Her right hand held the chestnut child’s left breast, gently stroking her newly pierced nipple. She bent down and kissed them both. First she kissed the left nipple, then the right. They were truly much bigger. They appeared to have grown with her stature. OUR DEPARTURE Dinner was coming to an end. We began to say our “good byes”, agreeing to meet in my lawyer’s office at midday on Monday. We had the weekend to reflect on all our ideas, and I would draw up a plan. Our departure was far more dramatic than any of us had thought possible. I have said that we thought that we had recognised one or two people from National Nude Day. We did. We had also told our friend the owner that that we would extend National Nude Day for the rest of the week. We had done just that. He had laughed, and said that he thought it likely that his restaurant would become a gathering place of like minded people. Well it was. At least three tables of guests had been with us at the beginning of the week. All had beckoned my divine child over. All did again. I went with her to each table, to introduce us properly. I was more shaken than her by what I saw. We were already having the right effect. At the first table a pretty girl, with glorious Titian Red hair curled in a simple bun on top of her face, had come to the restaurant naked above her waist. She was beautifully discrete, and appeared to be dressed in an exquisite lace jacket. But it was not buttoned, and I kept on catching glimpses of her pert, slightly puffy areola, capped by small, erect, teats. Her companion was a tall handsome man, obviously fascinated by my wonderful girl, and proud of his. We swapped business cards very discretely, while the girls talked in whispers. The girl was completely entranced by how the diamonds, in the up turned buttercups of yellow gold, were on the end of her nipples. My partner simply stated that very fine, sharp pins were pushed into the tip of each teat. The girl winced, but asked if she could touch. Two delectable diamond headed teats were held up to her. A finger, then a thumb, felt one then the other nipple, tracing the thickness, and the hardness. She asked if it hurt to which the simple answer was “no”. We explained that “Play Piercing” had taught us not to fear more than the shortest first prick of a needle, and that once it was home there was no pain. Our Chestnut Beauty had moved to a table where there were two thirty something women. I found out later that both had seen her go to our table on Monday. Both had breast enhancement surgery, so they were mesmerised by her story. They had not seen her undress to the waist for us. They had not seen her place her breasts on our table in an act of despair. One began to cry at her story, then the other, and then all three were sobbing quietly. Piercing For National Nude Day Ch. 03 They stroked and touched her firmness. In total unison they slipped a finger each under the upper edge of her gold wire cups, and traced around to her nipples. They arrived together, realising then that both were newly pierced. They saw that a gold loop passed under each teat so that the dear child could fully heal without moving the bars. She explained that they had only been pierced on Wednesday. She met us at the next table, where again all the girls had decided to come out braless, two in very sheer see through tops, the third in a wonderful open weave lace blouse. We could all see all their nipples, and they were not remotely embarrassed by my staring. We never gathered whether this dress was because of our Monday actions. It did not matter; to us the important thing was that people were becoming more open and daring. One of the men at this table asked about my dress. It was impossible for him not to see my erection tenting out the silk of my pantaloons. I showed him my nipples, with their Celtic Shields. He was entranced. Suddenly, without asking or a warning, he opened the front of my trousers with both hands. My cock sprang out as if it was on a spring. He pulled the pantaloons wider apart, and all at the table could see the cock ring, almost throttling my engorged member. The girls were even more amazed than the men, and began to ask about it. We explained that it was shaped to fit the cunt hoop that went round below the starburst into my darling’s vagina. They were dumfounded. The she began to describe how our Parlour Girl was wearing a full cunt spreader modelled in gold, and that the cock ring just happened to fit this as well. There was nothing more to say. I left two jewellery business cards, discretely on the table, and we slowly made for the door. It was an orderly retreat, but we had other matters to attend to, which we would not, and could not tell to them. Our driver was in attendance, so we left. The restaurant must have smelt of sex and lust for long afterwards. We could feel arousal on the air. Friday nights were going to be more fun than ever from now on! SHE GIVES US HER VIRGINITY We lounged in the back of the limousine as our driver wafted us silently home. We were emotionally drained, but our beautiful Parlour Girl asked permission to speak to us all. It was given. She explained that my lifetime friend, and partner, had confided her that our greatest regret was that we were childless. We had always wanted children, and had tried for many years. Finally we decided not to despair, not to go to fertility clinics, not to seek advice, or to see if one, or the other was fertile. We would be happy with ourselves. Then we had our nipples pierced, and everything changed. We found a twenty two year old virgin, who, as a latent submissive, found sanctuary in my partner. She wanted to see if she could bear us a child. She was a few days past the end of her period, so she asked permission to give me her virginity this Friday night. Permission was given. I felt my state of trance returning. We arrived home. Originally our Chestnut Beauty was to be taken on in the limousine. Too much had happened for her to be alone, so we asked her to stay the weekend. Both girls wanted to prepare our Parlour Girl to surrender her virginity to us all. I had no doubt that they would all be there, and that they had been hatching plans on Wednesday, through visits on Thursday. I felt a little of the male outsider, but had begun to imagine hat it would be like to watch a stunning nude girl slowly swell with the child of us all in her belly. I began to think of jewellery to suit the new situations, of gentle chains rolling over her rising stomach. For the second or third time that evening I was walking on air. I was told to wait, to take a shower, but not to loose my cock ring. All three girls vanished. Now, as I have said, our bed is a huge modern four poster. It seems that they all went into our bathroom, and showered together. I used one of the guest showers. They removed all her jewellery, and the bars, and washed and dried everything with loving care. Then our Chestnut Friend washed her most private parts with the care of a mother. She peeled back her hood, bent down and kissed it; her fingers stroked into her opened cunt, pushing only far enough to feel the start of her constriction, her hymen. Two fingers passed into her anal passage, and she was cleansed. Quietly, ever so quietly, she asked for the butt plug, and cunt tube to be fitted again. There was a short discussion, lubrication was applied, and the plug snapped into it’s home. She said that she felt whole again, as the bar through her clit cover was gently, so softy eased home. She was ready, and I was called. Possibly this is how King Henry VIII of England felt going to a lover’s bed. I do not know, except that I am still in awe of that night. The glorious child lay on the middle of the bed, her legs slightly apart, so I could immediately see that all her perfectly fitted jewellery was in place. Her attendants hovered, and continued to hover, until later, we all slept on the same bed in complete harmony. She held up her arms to welcome me. I was crying the tears of love as I knelt beside her and we kissed. Nothing, nothing could have parted us in that moment of fusion. I held her face, I kissed her eyes, I slowly sank to lie with her, she rolled onto her side, and we kissed again. I said, “My darling baby, this will not hurt”. She nodded with a logical degree of apprehension. I asked her to undress me, to remove my Celtic breastplates, then I would remove hers. She, who had only made my outer piercing two days before, took infinite care. It was her turn to kneel over me. I felt the bars being unscrewed, then fine fingers pushed the outer ones from my nipples. Each was kissed in turn, then the inner caps were unscrewed, the bars removed, and the breastplates eased off. My nipples were very hard as she gently kissed them both. She rolled onto her back with infinite grace, and I kissed her mouth again. My murmuring lips traced path to her collar, then to her right breast. I drew her nipple into my mouth. Both her bars, the vertical, and the horizontal, had to be removed first. She stirred in response, her legs moving slightly farther apart. I began to loosen the tip of her bar screw with my teeth. It came undone, and the first round ball rolled to her belly button. It stopped there. I drew the bar through her nipple, and then removed the inner vertical bar. The second ball rolled to rest in her belly button. I gently lifted the whole cage off her breast. One side was bare. I leant over her slight body, my nipple brushing, and pushing her right breast. If she was in ecstasy, then so was I. I repeat my mouth treatment, undoing the horizontal cap, and drawing the bar from her nipple. She wriggled with delight and her legs moved still wider apart. It was as though all parts of this divine young body were joined together, and to my mouth. I removed the vertical bar, and pulled the second cage from her perfectly formed breast. I kissed her left nipple, drawing it from her body. I returned to minister to the right breast, with my left hand tracing circles from the root of her growth, slowly up the rise of her mounds to trace her nipple. She was totally silent, eyes tight shut, breathing as if in a trance. All four small bar screw ends had come to rest on her belly. I traced down her chest to suck them all into my mouth. They shot like peas at my waiting attendants. It was time for me to move. Quietly, so I doubt that the others heard, I whispered, “Are you ready my love?”. Nothing stirred, but a slight flicker of her closed eyelids. She was. I moved as slowly, and as gently as a big man can, my left arm supported my upper body over her breasts. My left leg was followed by my right leg into the valley of love between her hips, then both arms were supporting me off her body. I pushed back to kneel gazing at her most private self. Her clit cover was still screwed into place, her lips quivered in anticipation. Her cunt hole was wider than I had expected. It was ready, wet, and waiting, but there was more to do. I bent forward until my lips were only an inch from her gold facings, my tongue came out and I traced the edges. I worked all around wetting her wonderful puffy smooth skin, slowly heading to the seat of life. I arrived, and gazed into eternity. I spat on the fingers of my left hand, added as much spittle as I could, and moved two fingers carefully into her hole. She moved again. Her knees bent, her feet came up, almost to her butt plug, her feet apart by the width of my body, and her legs fell apart, almost coming to rest on the surface of the bed. She was asking me to penetrate her body. I was to be the first man to enter her life giving hole. No man can be offered a greater privilege, and I hoped that I honoured her gift. I leant forward again, my penis touched the edge of her gold ringed hole, and she shuddered imperceptibly. The tip vanished, and I continued to push until my arms went forward to protect her from my weight. Gently, slowly I eased my cock into heaven. I felt a slight constriction, a stoppage, a point of no return. I stopped completely. My back bent forwards, I kissed her closed eyes again then I found her mouth. I sensed, I felt, her say, “Yes”. I pushed right home without stopping, our mouths sealed together in wonder, and in love. She was no longer a virgin! Her eyes had snapped open, she was slightly startled, but our mouths parted, and she whispered a silent, “Thank you”. I eased back, half out, then in, again, she murmured contentment. I began to increase my pace. Suddenly I felt a movement under my belly. The tip of her clit cover was unscrewed by an unseen hand. It stayed there, pressing the gold hard into the beautiful body beneath me. Fingers unscrewed her clit bar as I rammed, and rammed, my cock ring to locking into her cunt ring time after time. The bar was quickly removed; more hand seemed to be ministering to my Parlour Girl. Her attendants were willing her to come with me. I felt two fingers press harder down. I could imagine the whole clit, and hood, breaking into daylight. Two fingers grabbed it, I raised myself so that they could work in unison, but I continued to ram home with more and more force. I felt that build up, that huge charge. I rushed to the mountaintop to stand looking at the valley of love. She began to cry, and to shout. We stood together, and looked into the face of life. We both came to a thunderous climax as one. I filled her with the seed of life. I collapsed in love, smothering that frail, weeping, slight, body, that had just surrendered it’s most precious gift. The others came to us on the bed. My wonderful partner pulled a single sheet to cover us all. We rolled to face each other kissing and loving, with the others touching us all over. We slept, all as one. Dear Reader, People have asked for this tale to continue, so here it is. Let me know if it continues to amuse, and it can continue... Gussie would love comments, Thank You! (c) Gussie – July 2003 Piercing for National Nude Day Ch. 04 Firstly a big, “Thank You” to all readers for your votes. Gussie hopes you continue to enjoy the story – it can develop more and more! Dear Readers: Please read the other Piercing for National Nude Day stories to understand this tale – Thank you. WAKING UP In forty odd years I had only ever shared my bed with one divine creature, until our interest in piercing. Then we heard about National Nude Day………… Now, within a week, here I was sleeping with three beautiful girls. July 14 has a lot to answer for! After sleeping for about an hour I stirred, nearer to sleep, than to being awake, yet conscious of the others breathing quietly around me. One was the wonderful child, who had just surrendered herself to me, yet whom, I had only known for a few weeks. She had given herself to me with my partner’s full permission. The latter watched everything, and, with another dear friend, prepared her for bed. They were her attendance, her guardians. I could feel the gently breath of my virgin. It was the beautiful young girl for whom my partner, the jeweller, had fashioned a collar in solid gold. This gentle creature, manageress of the piercing parlour, where we had our nipples pierced, was now her slave. Suddenly I woke with a start. Over dinner we had agreed to purchase the parlour. I remembered that I was to meet the restaurateur at my attorney on Monday, at midday, to go through the legal minutiae. I began to think of this. Then I thought, “Well who cares, we will sort it out then, in the meantime, I am with three beautiful women, and we have the whole weekend ahead of us.” My eyes had become accustomed to the dark. I could detect my sleeping partner, in a spoon position close behind Parlour Girl. Her left hand was flat on the girl’s belly. It was holding that place where a single sperm may have won the race to her egg. Where at this very moment a new life might already be. I remembered that she would still be wearing the butt plug, and the spreader, but that her clit would be free. She was obviously at ease with this. Then I remembered that only an hour before I had gazed past her gold ringed cunt into the hole of eternity. Then I had gently inserting my cock as she offered us ultimate gift, her virginity. I stroked down her sleeping face with my little finger. She stirred. I kissed an eyelid, it fluttered, and I whispered, “Are your comfortable, my darling little one.” There was an imperceptible movement of her left leg. She lifted a little to expose the butt plug, and her hole. I traced her perimeter with my fingers I asked if she wanted me to remove it. She mouthed, “No”, but her small hand found my limp penis. Her fingers stroked down to the ring, it was loose for the first time in hours. She eased it gently off, brought it up between our faces. She kissed it, and then we licked it clean together. It tasted salty, of our sperm, of her cum, and of a unique additional something. I doubted that I would ever taste it again. It was virgin blood. The others did not stir, a hand still rested on her flat tummy, and one on mine. Our Chestnut haired friend lay spooned close into my back, her right arm over me in an intimate embrace. I sensed her regular breathing on my hair. She lifted the sleeping hand from her stomach, and slowly imperceptibly eased down my body. Her mouth came level with my flaccid cock. It hardened slowly as she licked it completely clean. She wriggled back. We were face to face. We kissed, and I tasted her heaven again. The two of us were alone in love, yet with the others around us in their love. It was a unique feeling. She took the sleeping hand, and replaced it on her stomach. The others were none the wiser. We slept again. Hours later the sun was streaming in through open windows, past curtains, which I can never remember seeing drawn shut. We were not overlooked, so we never drew them. My partner had quietly slipped out of our bed, she had moved silently around gathering up the pieces of gold. She found all the jewellery that had been cast off as we prepared for me to penetrate our virgin. She hunted around to find the four beads that I had shot, from my mouth, at Chestnut, and her, as they waited in attendance. She found them all. She also found my vertical nipple bars, and realised that these needed to be back in place as soon as possible, otherwise the new holes might seal. They may already have started to seal, or infection might have started. Removing them had not been sensible, but then, who is sane in the one great moment of love. It worried her, so she gently woke me. Parlour Girl had rolled onto her back, Chestnut was sleeping with her newly pierced bars in place. I kissed them both tenderly, and wriggled to the head of the bed. I swung myself to the floor, gorilla like, using the top rail of the four poster, at the head of the bed, as a support. We went into her workshop. She sat naked on her work stool, dressed only in her nipple, and clitoris bars. She had found antiseptic. It stung. She washed the rods in antiseptic, and gently eased them in. It stung again. Both nipples only hurt for a moment, and we hoped that it would be OK. Later Parlour Girl looked at our handiwork. She had seen many piercings, had undertaken many more, and she thought that we were right. We all had our fingers crossed. Once the bars were screwed home we sat, and talked through the last 24 hours. I drew up another stool, her knees were between mine, touching skin on skin. We were stark naked, facing each other, hands clasped in hands, and clasped in love. We talked of our lives, our love for each other, and our deepening love for the young woman. We talked of she, who might now be part of our life to eternity. She, who might give us the child, or, dare we think, the children, that we could never have ourselves. We talked of Chestnut Hair, of her transformation in one week. On Monday she was a woman of despair, who placed her naked breasts on our dinner table. Now she was a ravishing beauty, who walked tall, with self assurance. Had all this come about through nudity, through Nude Day, through “Play Piercing”, and our wish to have our nipples pierced? We decided it had. We had also decided that I should shower, and then wake the sleeping beauty. I was to ask Parlour Girl how sore she was, and if she wanted to continue to make love over the whole weekend. If she said yes, then…………… My penis grew at the thought. I explained how my cock ring, and penis had been lovingly cleaned while she slept. What man could refuse and invitation, arranged by his partner, to continue to fuck such a gorgeous creature, as often as possible, for the next forty eight hours? Not me! She led me out of the workshop, using my cock as a lead. We showered together, something we have done all our lives, and continue to do. We washed each other in the same guest bathroom that I had used before I came to our room last night. I washed and cleaned every intimate part of my delicious friend. She had removed the chains before coming to bed. She had removed the starburst on her cunt, but her clit bar was in place. I slipped two fingers into her anal hole washed it, more fingers slipped into her cunt. It was washed. They traced up between her swollen leaves to her clit. I washed and rinsed with intimate care. I knelt and kissed her bareness, sucking hood plus, the whole erect clit and bar, deep into my mouth. She was stirring; I had to bring her to the climax that she so richly deserved. She pressed her back against the tiles of the shower, forcing her pelvis to my mouth. If I could have swallowed her all, she knew that I would have done so. My hands traced up to her breasts, again she had removed the diamond dangles, but the starbursts still covered more than half of her peaks. It was an extraordinary journey of mutual understanding. She felt me massage her nipples to their fullness. She whispered that the tips were ever so slightly sore from the diamond buttercups that she had pressed into their heads. She held the inner ball of each horizontal bar, while I undid the outer ones. She pulled the gold rods through her teats; she held the top balls, while I undid the lower ones, she pulled vertically upwards. The starbursts were free. I continued to suck her ever growing clit into my mouth; I chewed on it, and rolled it around my tongue. I began to rotate the stars on her nipples. They responded by becoming harder and fuller. She began to shudder. She was coming. All the signs, that I knew so well, were coming together as one. She came as I clamped my teeth on her whole clit, ran them to her bar, and pulled it all far out from her body. I wrenched the stars from her breasts. The shower was still cascading over us. She sank down. We were together. We collapse onto the floor of the shower. We kissed, and kissed. We dried each other, she sucked, and kissed my cock, but simply said, that was for another for the weekend. She led me by the hand to the door of our bedroom. She stopped, a stark naked beauty, leaning against the doorpost. She was watched. I walked to the bed, pulled back the sheet that had covered us all during the night. I could not draw my eyes from the two sleeping girls. They were too beautiful for words. Chestnut was on her back, hair wantonly spread all over the place. Her legs were apart, possibly by a foot or so, but with her clit, and cunt, completely hidden in her forest of love. Her globe breasts rose and fell as she breathed. A single bar pierced each nipple. These had become her crowning glory. It made her, and was what she had so desperately wanted. Our delicious virgin of the night was sleeping on her front, legs slightly apart so that her butt plug, and cunt hole were exposed. There was very little dried semen; there very few signs, a trace of blood, her cunt ring was holding it in. I crawled between her legs, slowly moving them further apart, then further still. They were pointing at the corner pillars of the four poster bed, to which I had tied my partner, when we began to “play pierce”. I arrived, my face an inch, or so, from her butt plug. I was lying on my belly between her slim legs, within inches of her love hole. The fingers on both hands played music up, and down, the back of her thighs. She stirred, but did not wake. I continued to play tunes with one hand, brought the other hand to my mouth, and wetted it thoroughly. I formed my fingers, and the palm of my hand into a spoon, and filled it with spittle. I poured it into the little dimple at the base of her spine. I began to draw streams of love down towards the gold cap. I traced little rivers around, and down towards her gaping hole. I took a second helping of spittle, and poured it onto the first. I mixed them up, took my hand between my legs, and milked pre-cum form the end of my slowly hardening penis. There was more than I had expected. I added it to my soup. All this time the darling girl had been standing watching, leaning against the door pillar. She came to me, as quiet as a mouse. She stretched over, breast dangling, and held out her hand, spooned like mine. It was full of her cum, the juices of her love, to which she had added more spit. It poured onto my hand, and was transferred to the dimpled pond on the sleeping back. Neither beauty stirred. I remixed the soup, and continued to form rivers of love around her butt plug, down and into her stretched hole. I bypassed the hole and began to prise the “V” wings from her lips. I found that my first finger and thumb would just fit under the widest spread. This freed her clit, and they met at her tip. She stirred again, and her hips rose slightly from the bed, I rolled up the finest down pillow, and drew it under her body at the rise of her stomach, above her clitoris. She did not move down. I assumed that her hips had been an involuntary movement of stimulation in sleep. I looked round at my partner, and mouthed a silent question, she nodded her approval. With slow movements, so slow movements, I began to lift the root of the butt plug. It moved out of her body, millimetre by millimetre until the base of the egg began to form. Her anal skin was slowly stretching, but I moved so slowly that inner skin of her back passage did not deform, and pull out. I held the egg in one hand. I scooped with the other hand, and fed more goo from the pool. I massaged it around her hole. I pulled a little more; we were at the largest diameter of a big chicken’s egg. I stopped with the egg half in and half out. The surface was bright polished gold, her tiny hole had been stretched to a huge “O”. I pressed very gently on the top, and lifted at the same time. The whole egg eased free of her bum. I still believe that she slept, through it all, deep in the sleep of happiness. I kissed, then rimmed her hole with my tongue. Slowly it began to close. She murmured contentedly for the first time. I eased the fingers of one hand around the cunt ring, and gently pulled it from her entrance. I moved it free of her wonderful body, and she stirred again. I eased the clit tube, and the fanned “V” away. She was separated from her gold for the first time in fifteen, or sixteen hours. I placed my hands either side of her hips, and levered my body so that my head would be against hers when I bent my arms. My penis was now hard, and very close to her cunt hole. I was not going to enter without her permission. I lowered myself onto her slim form until we were touching everywhere. This time my weight drove air from her lungs, and she turned her face to mine. I whispered, “Good morning, our darling, pregnant one.” She smiled, and we kissed. Then I whispered that I had been told to make love with her again, and again, all weekend. Her simile widened over her face at the thought. She said, “I am sore, I will be sore, but I want you so badly. You may have to carry me everywhere if it becomes too bad.” We lifted our hips in unison. I rested on one arm, while I puffed up the pillow under her stomach to twice the depth. She wriggled her hand deep between her legs, found my hard member, and began to guide it into her cunt. We coupled, and I eased into her virgin hole for the second time in seven hours. Slowly, very slowly, completely wetted by juices from her, from me, and from my darling partner I eased in. My balls touched her lips. I had returned home again. We lay still as she gathered herself to the morning, then she kissed me and was ready. We began a long slow deep fuck. I moved my hands to the side of her breast, first turning them so that I was resting on my wrists, and pushed under her. She lifted so that her nipples were clear of the sheet. In doing this she showed an extraordinary understanding of the arts of love. I took each nipple between a finger and my thumb, and began to roll them both. I took the outer bars, and pulled her down onto the flat of my hand. I rolled the ends of her nipples around with one finger on each had and began to fuck her cunt harder. She whimpered a little. She must still have been sore from my piercing her hymen the night before. It was the noise of the brave, made in love. We were closing to climax together. I massaged her whole breasts, those round seductive wonders, that we hoped would now fill to give milk for her child. We came together. I lowered my whole body gently onto her. We lay a long time when we had finished. My cock slowly shrunk, and slipped out of her cunt, and it was clear. It nestled between her lips. More sperm had filled her body. It would now be rushing around wondering where to go, and if her egg had been fertilised, by their kin, last night. Soon we would see. The pillow under her middle still deliciously raised her hips. Her bottom was fuller and more round in this position. It was very inviting. VIRGIN ANAL SEX Her anus was still slightly open from the butt plug. She wriggled her backside, seductively. She whispered, “Will you put your thing in my arse?” What an invitation, it was too much. In an instant I was becoming hard again. I raised my whole body above hers. My arms were flat on the bed either side of her chest. Once again my prick rose to the occasion. It always did if there was a chance of anal sex. My penis continued to become harder, and more engorged. It was reaching that steel hardness that is almost unreal, all at the thought of a virgin anal fuck. It pointed directly at her open hole. I lowered myself quickly, as though I was about to do twenty press ups. My body was rigid, resting on the bent up tips of my toes. I plunged the steel hard rod straight in without stopping. All my weight crushed her. She let out a gasp as all the air was forced from her. Then my arms began to straighten again. My prick came away, it stopped an inch above her hole, and I plunged in again. My darling partner had been expecting this as an answer to her invitation to fuck her arse. It was our favourite anal position. She moved from the door to the bed. She took one of Parlour Girl’s hands in her own. She turned the palm so that it would be against her stomach. She slipped it against the lower part, where her pubic hair used to begin. There was a yelp of surprise, and the virgin screamed, “I can feel him against my hand. He is pushing right through me.” I continued my press ups! I plunged in and out; she lifted her hips to meet me on each downward charge. My partner asked if she was OK. She gasped, taking deep breaths as I pulled up. She tried to reply as each breath was expelled as I landed back on top of her body, “If I had known it would be like this, I would have given myself anally years ago, but I would have kept my cherry for last night”. What an extraordinary girl she was. By now two hands were rubbing her clit, fingers where everywhere. Some pressed deep into her cunt as though to hold the fluids into her. One of her hands remained pressed hard, and flat, on her stomach. It moved out as I charged fully home, then pressed hard back as I withdrew. She had a natural understanding of the arts of love. She was a wonderful pupil. I screamed that I had to cum in her arse. I could not risk charging into her cunt directly from her back passage. Both girls shouted, “Yes”, and we came together in a huge tumble of ecstasy. Not much sperm was wasted. Most of my cum had been pumped into her virgin cunt a while earlier. Although it was her favourite of all coupling positions, my beautiful partner had never been able to watch a vertical anal assault. We called it our “press up” sex. She was entranced as my pole hit the virgin opening time, after time, after time. She saw it pull right out, leaving a large, inviting, gaping, hole. She watched me plunge straight in until my balls were squashed against her cunt. She had been there herself; she had felt the push of my penis on her stomach. She had clasped my hands tight onto her belly, so that I could feel my own probing tool. But she had never seen it. She was on fire with lust, and desire. She was even more astonished after we had all come together, and I had rolled to one side. Our virgin began to move. She wriggled up to my middle, prised my legs apart, and nuzzled up to my cock. Her tongue came out; she opened her mouth, and popped my now flaccid member fully into her mouth. It was like a gob stopper. She rolled, and chewed, it around. It raced to a larger size. She let it fall, then proceeded to clean it all over. It was my cock that had come straight out of her arse. She rolled my foreskin back with her teeth, and licked into every corner. She hummed, and murmured, to herself, lost in a world of lust. She sucked on my hole. I was in ecstasy, rigid as steel again. Piercing for National Nude Day Ch. 04 I had seen this in porno movies; we had even watched them together, but we had never done such an intimate thing. We had always thought that the films were faked. Here we were witnessing it in the intimacy of our own bedroom. It was totally erotic. My Partner was overtaken with lust again. Later she described, in intimate detail, how large, red, thick, and throbbing, my engorged rod looked as it plunged in, and out, of the tiny virgin arse. She was even more astonished when it was licked clean. The head gleamed with juices, when it pulled completely clear. Her hole was at it’s widest just as the tip began to be visible, and a fraction before I reversed direction to plunge back into her virgin anal passage. The whole flaccid member had still gleamed with wetness, when it was taken into the virgin’s mouth. She loved the grunts that came from the darling girl as I forced all the air from her. She had begun to finger herself, three were pushed hard into her hole, and she fucked herself with her hand. Then she pulled on her clit bar, stretching her tender flesh from her body. She had to cum with us, and she did. We had all come together. All three of us collapsed in a heap, giggling, laughing, hugging, and kissing. Life was being created. Life could hardly be any better. Chestnut Hair, slept through all this! BREAKFAST She was very sore from my hammering. She said that her cunt throbbed, and pulsed, but that it was her arse that gave her the greatest feelings of pleasure. She described it as warm and comforting. She asked my Partner if she could make a jewelled butt plug, which she could wear by itself. In the meantime she asked that the original plug, which she had arrived wearing the day before, might be used. My ever thoughtful partner had thought of everything. She had manufactured a cap for the cunt hole part of the whole hinged jewel. But she suggested that I bathed our beauty first, while she prepared breakfast. Sex had made us all ravenously hungry; we assumed that the ever sleeping Chestnut would be the same. We covered her with the sheet. Parlour Girl rolled, playfully, to the edge of the bed. I scooped her up in my arms, with her hands around my neck. We walked into the bathroom. As we walked she moved. She hung on, a naked elf, but her legs dropped to wrap tight around my waist. Her arms stayed round my neck, her wonderful small rounded breasts touching mine. We were pierced nipple to pierced nipple. She still wore her gold collar. I did not have a key, and, in any case, it was not my business to remove it. Gorillas carry their young on their chests like this. I was proud, no, honoured, to be able to carry this divine creature, clasped to my naked body. It was an amazing experience. We reached the edge of the bath. She had no intention of letting go, so I put a knee on the edge of the tub, and reached for the temperature controls. Both my arms were free, so I hung on with one hand, adjusting, and fiddling with the other. She continued to make life more difficult; sometimes I was flying blind as my face was covered in kisses, and a tongue invaded my mouth. I thought, “I have a whole weekend, a whole life of this!” In the end the tub was full, there was foam everywhere, it was spilling over onto the floor. I stepped into the bath, the body still clinging to my front. I descended into the foam, a mouth found my left tit and bit it hard. What would she think of next! Gallons of water cascaded over the side. The tiled floor was drenched, so a few more gallons would not matter. I pulled the loving creature completely under the water. Gallons more flooded the tiles, to gurgle down the overflow sluice in one corner. We disappeared from sight, then I let go, and she released her grip on my waist. She came up laughing, and fighting, spluttering for air. She had not expected me to do that, but, in seconds, she was hugging me again. I told her to behave, and that we must wash all her body, including the opening to her vagina, but that we would not wash her deep into her cunt. She sat back on my belly, opened her legs in a totally wanton gesture. She put one foot on the soap dish built into the tiled wall, and flung the other over the side. She said, “I am ready, Kind Sir.” Her clit ring, her cunt lips, her hole were only two feet from my mouth. I resisted all temptations, soaped my hands, and began to systematically clean an angel’s sex. It wriggled and cooed with delight. I soaped its breasts, pushing, and kneading, them like dough. It loved it. I pulled on teats, and screwed it’s bars completely round. It giggled. I washed around, and behind it’s collar. It was quiet, and serious, for a fleeting moment. Then I asked it to kneel between my legs, with its bum pointing towards my face. In moments a delectable arse was a little higher than where a cunt had been moments before. It was amazing that the rosebud was already shutting. I soaped the middle finger of my right hand and pushed in. There was more giggling, and wriggling. I took that finger out, soaped both my hands, and thrust the first fingers on both hands into the wonderful anal hole. . It was quiet again. I rolled my fingers around, close together, then stretched them apart. It moaned with pleasure, as a huge hole appeared. I bent forwards until my mouth covered the gaping hole, and I blew hard into the passage. There was a gasped of pleasure at an entirely new sensation. I grabbed a breath, and blew again. I took my fingers away with my mouth, and a huge fart rumbled, in a roll of energy, from deep inside our virgin. Who on earth would want an enema! She could not stop laughing at the sensations, and she was clean. We were both clean. She snuggled up to me again, and I whispered, “Are you very sore?” Her reply was typical of her current mood. It was an emphatic, “No”, but she did not want the others to know. I was to continue to carry her around, and fuck her, at any time, all the time. I was to fuck her anywhere, including all the most unlikely places in the house. I was to fuck her in front of the others, and in front of intimate, close, friends. My loving, dear Partner was to explain that it was to ensure that we produced our first child. She was a cunning little vixen; how could any man refuse, but I expected that she would require more training from her mistress. Rules needed to be set! We let the water drain out. I clambered onto the tiles, treading carefully as they had been covered with soapy water. I gathered two huge bath towels from the hot rail, and asked the creature to stand. I wrapped a towel around it, wrapped another around my waist, and lifted it out of the bath. I walked out, and into the bedroom, with even more care. I was carrying a precocious, precious cargo. I am not sure how long we had been in the bathroom, but our bedroom had been transformed. Chestnut had obviously woken up, and had gone, naked as ever, to find my Partner. Our large kitchen trolley had been wheeled into the room. The two detachable trays had been placed in the middle of our huge bed. Coffee, fresh orange juice, muffins, scrambled eggs, toast, Oxford Marmalade, and a host of other goodies were spread around. Two women were sitting, cross legged, on the bed eating. They were stark naked, except, of course, for the bars through Chestnut’s pierced nipples, the diamond dangles now hanging from the other delicious breast, and her clit bar. It was an extraordinarily erotic sight. I dropped my bundle on the corner of the bed as far from the other women as I could. I walked around to Chestnut to welcome her back into the land of the living. My flaccid cock began to stir at her beauty. She tilted her head, pouted her lips, and said, “Good Morning, Sir”. We kissed a good morning kiss. Old faithful stirred even more at the sight of those breasts that had been offered on our table less than a week ago. I moved to herself, and asked if we had any idea what we had let ourselves in to. I also asked if she knew how to control the bundle of fluffy towels curled up in the far corner. Everybody laughed, and I settled down to eat, surrounded by beautiful naked women. Was all this, and more, coming from National Nude Day! Over breakfast we began to discuss the rest of the weekend. Chestnut became quite animated, and opened up about her life. It appeared that she was a fully qualified accountant, and was between jobs. We agreed that we would look no further for a financial director, and that she should work on the business plan that we needed for midday on Monday. A little person’s voracious appetite for sex made me doubt that I would have time to help Chestnut, but we were setting a few rules. It also appeared that she had been pregnant, when she was in a stable relationship. But she had lost the unborn child when she aborted. Then her man walked out on her. We were learning all the time. We all stretched our hands out to her, held on, and were still for a very long time. This led to her questioning Parlour Girl about her feelings, even as early as this morning. After this Chestnut was convinced that she was pregnant. We were beside ourselves with the problem of waiting, of testing, until, we were sure. It was agreed that Chestnut would be OC pregnancy! Then all agreed that we were completely happy with nudity. Nothing but jewellery would be worn about the house, or in the front, or back yards. That made life very simple. We would also wear the bare minimum (excuse the pun!) when we went out. Girls might wear see through shift dresses like the one that my Partner had worn on our first visit to the restaurant. One or two of us would make a shopping trip to purchase more of the see through garments for us all. We described how a pierced, bare, exposed, nipple so close to his mouth had almost given our restaurant owner a heart attack. There was some thought about Chestnut’s luxuriant bush. She was adamant that she wanted to keep it. It was what she called “her crowning glory”. We all agreed, and special jewellery would be developed for it. This was to become a “best seller”, but more of that later……………. Our conversations kept on returning to the fact that all our lives were changing because of our learning about National Nude Day! To be continued……. Dear Reader: Gussie would love comments, and your votes! © Copyright Gussie – July 2003 Piercing for National Nude Day Ch. 05 Dear Readers: Please read the other Piercing for National Nude Day stories to understand this tale – Thank you. SATURDAY MORNING Breakfast was stretching into brunch, when Parlour Girl remembered that she was the manageress of an upmarket piercing parlour. She thought for a few seconds, then decided that she should put a notice in the window when they went shopping for see through dresses. She felt that the notice should say something about not opening until Tuesday, and that it should apologise to clients. There should be no mention of our probable take over. We all agreed. She settled down again. She became very thoughtful from the moment that I dropped her in the corner of the bed, naked except for fluffy bath towels. After depositing my bundle I walked to the other side of the bed. I lent over to kiss Chestnut’s sexy pouting lips. This did not do my member any good at all. Then I settled down to eat breakfast close to my partner. Parlour Girl behaved provocatively; she let the towelling slip exposing a nipple ring here, and allowed her cunt to be exposed there. This went on until Chestnut described loosing her unborn child. At that moment she stood up, walked around the mattress, knelt down. She laid her head in Chestnut’s naked lap, her nose almost touching the curls of that luxuriant bush. She stretched up to whisper, “I am so sorry, Darling, I had no idea”. They kissed, and Parlour Girl began to grow up. She buried her face into the flat brown belly, nuzzling her growth. We realised that she was weeping, her tears wetting smooth skin, then trickling down into her bush. She held Chestnut’s left hand with one hand, while her other hand reached out to my Partner. She placed this hand in Chestnut’s right hand. My Partner took one of my hands. She carried it to her own, and I griped both. We held hands in silent communion for a very long time. We all shed tears for the lost life, for the child that never was. We drew Chestnut closer into our family. As our long breakfast finished we knew that Parlour Girl had to visit to the Mall. She needed to go to the Parlour. Chestnut asked that somebody dropped by her home. She wanted to pick up one or two things. We were very intrigued by what! After all we did not need many clothes. My wonderful sexy Partner would drive, and pay for everything. Now all they needed was to get dressed. Well……………. It was Saturday, and they were going to be nude in public. The two girls took Parlour Girl into the workshop to fit one or two new pieces of jewellery. She was told that training was to start again, so she was not to speak without permission. Then her first new pieces were fitted. During our early morning talk we had decided that Chestnut might be Bi, and that this would be fun for us all. She had no compunction about dealing with Parlour girl, while my other half busied herself with new jewellery. Firstly her right wrist, then her left, were tied so that her arms were as wide, and as high as, possible. Then a simple spreader bar was placed between her ankles. She appeared to love it Chestnut knelt in front of the naked creature, and began to lick her crevasse. She sucked a labia minora lip into her mouth, then took it between two fingers. She spread it as far as she could. She reached behind her to pick up a large, fan shaped, gold plated clip. It was metal, but for once it was not gold. It was from a young girl’s hair. It had quite deep, rounded, teeth. Parlour girl wriggled with delight when the clip closed on her tender flesh. Later we were sure that she knew instantly what would happen when Chestnut started to suck. The second lip received the same delicate treatment, and two clips adorned her cunt. A six inch gold chain was hooked onto each clip. My Partner came, and knelt with Chestnut. They decided how much weight should be added. Several small weights were fitted to each, one at a time. The delectable labia began to stretch. The young woman was in ecstasy. She continued to wriggle and squirm. She moved more each time an additional weight was added, but was held in her cruciform position. When they agreed that the tender flesh was stretched enough a single polished gold weight replaced the many. I was called in. I saw this beautiful young woman, whom I had almost fucked all night. Her breast were rising, and falling, in desire. Two large gold coloured discs swung between her legs. There was no need for the girls to attend to my erection; it began to rise as I surveyed the erotic scene. I was told that Parlour Girl needed lubrication before other jewellery was fitted, and the best lubrication was from me. I was to cum inside her yet again. She wanted to be pregnant. From the look on our captives’ face, it appeared that she agreed. I was asked if I thought that I could fuck her there and then, with her still strapped up. My erection was rigid at the thought, but I could not see how we would keep her still. The slave asked permission to speak. It was granted, then she asked, ”Please will you fill my cunt with your sperm, then fuck my arse. I love the feeling of it up my arse!” She was told to say no more, and that we would see. Only three hours had passed since I emptied myself into her cunt, and then penetrated her virgin arse for the first time. I was not super human. I needed stimulation, and both agreed that it was not to come from Parlour Girl. She was to stand, and watch, in envy! I found that plans had already been made. Chestnut walked to me, and held her gorgeous enhanced breasts up to my face. Her teats had begun to dominate her wonderful rounded globes. Her nipple piercings were obviously healing fast. She asked me to kiss them gently. I lent forwards, bending at the hips, this allowed room for my other person to crawl between my legs. She sucked my whole scrotum into her mouth, and began an extraordinary tongue dance, while my balls were sealed in her mouth by her lips. My penis was rocketing in size. I licked each nipple with great care. Then, wetting my tongue more, I began to circle the root. First one, then the other, hardened, and wrinkled, as first one tit, and then the other became alive. She held the back of my head, grasping a clump of hair, as though she wanted to control my position. One of my hands went into the short blond curly hair of the head that ministered to my balls. The other crept down a flat brown belly. It reached the boundary of curls, stopping at a frontier that, to date, none of us had passed. A soft, “Please”, and slight additional pressure on the back of my head, gave me customs clearance. I began to explore. My hand found her clit, buried deep in the chestnut forest. I explored the hood, and her hole, over which my Partner had threaded two loops of the gold chain, before we went out to dinner on Friday. I was feeling where the chains had trapped her folds. They had almost caused her to cum as she walked across the road to dinner. I ran two of my fingers up and down to her opening, gathered her juices. I lubricated her all. She forced my face harder onto her breast. It was a different feeling to either of the other two. She was firm, almost hard, where the others were springy and pliant. I stroked my fingers slowly up and down her folds, then back to pick up more lubrication. She murmured her appreciation. I could not help myself; I began to draw her teats outwards from her globes. I did everything I could to avoid her piercing, but she pressed me harder to her breasts. I have always found that there is a direct link between my sucking on a nipple, my nipples being sucked, and my cock. It was working wonders for us both. I must have become a sperm manufacturing for our little, probably pregnant, friend. She was coming nearer and nearer. The two were working in consort, and Chestnut was nearing the first orgasm of our friendship. She came with loud murmurings, and a delicious shudder. This gathered speed to roll on, and on, like an earthquake, with many aftershocks. Her knees buckled, and she sank down to my cock sucking Partner. My cock was taken in hand and two beauties were administering to my needs. Chestnut took me into her mouth. It was time to stop, and fuck Parlour Girl. She stared on with unbelievable lust, while I was being brought to the point of no return. FUCKING PARLOUR GIRL AGAIN She was unshackled from her cruciform bindings, and led to a freestanding wooden silversmiths workbench. It was a perfect choice. It was low enough for her cunt, and arsehole, to be at my level, yet for her feet to be spread apart. It had no underpinnings, so her labia stretchers could swing free in time with my ministrations. Best of all it was cut away at the front in the traditional manner of these benches. Her tits would hang free! My Partner bent her over the bench, her stomach on the hard wood. She whispered, “Thank you, Mistress”, and she was ready. Chestnut took both her arms and stretched her out. Her arse looked as rounded, and beautiful, as when I had plunged into it in the early hours of the morning. My partner aligned my raging cock and pushed me from behind. I went straight in, a horizontal ramrod. I felt I was considerably deeper than ever before. Parlour Girl gasped, but that was all. I rushed in and out. Her stretcher weights began to arc backwards and forwards. At first it was only through a few degrees, but the sawing built up to ninety degrees or more. The weights would have hit my legs, had I not been leaning so much of my body onto her slight frame, with my feet wide apart. My delectable, ever inventive friend went to another workbench. She collected a long double ended chain, and crawled between my legs. She took some time stopping Parlour Girls swinging rounded breasts. They too were moving in synchronised motion with the chains. Everything was swaying together. She clipped an end of the chain to each teat, then slid back so that she could work on her clitoris. One hand tugged, and pulled, on her tits, the other began to circle her clit. Both her hands kept time together. Then, almost by telepathy her two tormenters stopped. Parlour Girl was very close to cumming. She could see over the ridge, she was at the edge, but she halted. I was a stoke away. I plunged in again, spurting all the cum I could manage into her beautiful tight cunt. She was not to be allowed to cum then. Well not all my sperm went into her cunt, I pulled out to shoot a single spurt onto her arse. She yelled, “Mistress may I speak”. She was told no, and that she was to stay as she was, she must not move, and she must not cum. She was beginning to understand. I lent forward again. I smeared the last spurt of my seed over, and into, her anal passage. She wriggled, and was told to be still. I felt my cock shrinking, but the others had also seen. Chestnut took it in hand, and wanked it, once or twice, up, and down. It hardened a little. She aligned it to the upper hole, a huge red tip against a small rosebud. My blessed, curly haired, partner went behind me. She looked to one side. I lifted an elbow so she could see Parlour Girl’s arse. These two partners in crime showed no mercy to either of us. My cock head was stilled by an experienced hand. Suddenly my bum was pushed by a shoulder. I was not in control, a shoulder was. I careered into her anal hole. Nothing stopped me until my balls squashed hard against her overflowing cunt. I was held there by this shoulder. All was still, except my cock pulsing deep in the virgin’s arse. She really was extraordinary. Her ecstasy knew no bounds. She did not ask permission to grab the chain swinging from teat to teat. Both hands rushed to it, and her arms shot straight out in front of her face. She completely distorted her beautiful round globes. She pulled them upwards hard, her nipples stretched obscenely, almost to her shoulders. She tugged, and released, in rhythm to my plunging in and out. All my inward movements were aided by a shoulder. Eroticism was taking our lives over. Chestnut took over control of her clit, and cunt. She was totally contented to sit cross legged, her face within inches of that delectable place, and to orchestrate the cumming. And cum she did. A hand reached between my legs to massage, and fondle my balls. A shoulder kept me in time, and Parlour Girl stretched and stretched her nipples towards her shoulders. The chain was now close to her both cheeks as it went taut. It pulled her teats towards each other, almost to her chin. She screamed, “Mistress, permission to cum please”. That was all I needed. I doubt that any sperm came out. That would have been super human, but I came pulsing deep in her glorious new hole. She came as permission was given. Now that was control, then she was totally out of control. I collapsed onto her back; four hands gently stroked us both. Chestnut kissed me. My Partner kissed her slave. My penis went limp, and I realised that all this work was making me sore. I harked back to the comment from my virgin. I was in for a lot of carrying. We would be sore together, and that would be our secret! Parlour Girl shuddered, and shook, as she came down from her heights. She was ready for more jewellery. The girls had planned to strap her up again, so that her arms were stretched wide above her head, and her legs spread by a spreader. She would have liked that, but she looked so wonderful, folded over the workbench that they decided to dress her there. She was certainly ready. My Partner fetched her butt and cunt plug strap. The egg sized gold plug snapped into place. There was a slight wriggle of appreciation. Chestnut grabbed her hips, and pulled then slightly away from the bench. The cunt plug had been modified, a very elegant, slightly coned, cap fitted over the original stretcher hole. It tapered so that it was easy to push in, but it ended up stretching her hole more. It would also keep most of her juices, and my sperm, in her vagina. Chestnut fitted it with a hard pull sidewise on the egg. Her bum hole stretched slightly. Then she simply pushed it completely home. The young woman was loving it. Everything had been thought of, so Parlour Girl could continue to wear her weights. The spreader wings had been unhinged, and two separate tight fitting bars passed either side of her most tender puffy self. She was pressed and pushed through in an almost obscene manner. She bulged out between the gold bars, wet and tender. Later we were to find that a finger rubbed slowly over the distended red flesh took her to the edge in a moment. She was told to stand up straight. Chestnut turned her around, and looked at my Partner. She nodded her approval, so Chestnut placed her clit in the over large thimble. She unscrewed the end, and sucked the whole into the tube. She pulled it right out, quite hard, and fitted the retaining bar in a second hole possibly half an inch further out than the one used on Friday. She pushed the enraged hood skin back, pressed her clit end into the remaining space, and screwed the jewelled end home. Parlour Girl was being stretched everywhere, and she loved it. Only now could we see how distended the dear girl’s nipples had become. She had pulled so hard on the outer rings that I suspected that a 10 gauge ring would have fitted. That is a big hole! Yet she simply loved the feelings. My Partner became quite motherly, and possessive. She, and Chestnut, took one breast each. They massaged soothing oil into her teats, and told her not to do it again as they were sure that she would want to breast feed her baby. Massaging oil into her distended teats made her squirm again, but she took the scolding well. She promised to behave herself. Her teats easily fitted the cages that had been made for Friday night. A small spacer was now required. The amazing goldsmith had the very thing. Long, fairly heavy, gold drops that fitted behind the inner vertical bars took up the gap. She looked absolutely beautiful. It was agreed that she should keep the chain that she had pulled so hard, but that it should loop to her clit. An additional loop was added to her clit cover. The chain threaded from nipple to clit ring, and back to her other nipple. It would just begin to tighten when she stood erect and still. I wondered if she had ever been still. Parlour Girl asked for permission to speak, it was granted. She said that she was very sore, and asked to be carried into my studio while the others dressed. I scooped the divine creature up without a moment’s hesitation, and carried her across the hallway to my studio. She kissed me tenderly as we went, gently toying with the bars in my right nipple. She observed, to nobody in particular, that the new, outer bar, piercing looked fine. This was the one that she had only recently pierced, and that she had removed just before I took her virginity during the night. She told me that both vertical piercings now belonged to her. They were my payment to her. She carefully looked at the other, left, nipple. It was given a light kiss as it passed muster. I dumped my naked Parlour Girl unceremoniously in an armchair, and told her that I had to start the Business Plan for Monday. Chestnut would also need to work with me when they returned from shopping. It was all panning out well, but the thought of working with a stark naked beautiful accountant all afternoon had me stirring again. I wondered if the girls would want to refit my jewellery, and the cock ring. My stirrings continued when my Partner and Chestnut had finished dressing each other. They came into my studio, and I rose to the occasion. Chestnut was back in all her Friday evening glory. Chains held her breasts proud and high. Two chains followed the crease of her leg from her hips into the edge of her bush, and a whole group came together to form a single set that vanished into the centre of her glory. I knew that these would part, two looping over her hood, and clitoris, to passing either side. I knew that they would be tight, and that she would feel wonderful as she walked. There were two spectacularly erotic additions. Her pubic hair appeared to be full of pearl beads. They threaded in and out of the curls along the boundary, the frontier that I had recently crossed. They threaded in and out held by some magic. My Goldsmith had also fashioned two polished caps to pass behind her newly fitted bars. They complimented her breast supports completely. She looked ravishing. My Partner, the Goldsmith creator of all this eroticism, had dressed again in her Starbursts. She said that Chestnut had refitted her chains, and suggested one addition. The lower chain, not the one through the clit ring, but the one that formed such a perfect catenary curve, now carried a small gold coloured purse. It was their moneybag, their possessions bag, and they were ready to go out shopping. Just as they were leaving my Partner asked if I would like to wear the cock ring, and simple nipple jewellery like she had fitted to Chestnut. I thought it a wonderful idea. The cock ring took little fitting. The two guards, which were like those on Chestnut’s nipples, were a revelation. They were slightly coned, and opened at an overlapped joint. The magic Goldsmith had beaten the thin gold until it was springy enough to be pulled passed nipple bars, and snapped back onto my breasts. They were all on in a trice. I kissed them all, patted them lightly on their derrières, and they left. I retired to my studio to work on the plan. WHILE THEY WERE OUT…………. I did not expect them back for at least two hours, so settled down to some serious business planning. I was about an hour into my deliberations when the doorbell rang. I did not think, I stood up, and went to the front door, rather as I had early on Friday evening to meet Chestnut. Piercing for National Nude Day Ch. 05 I opened the door. Two women strangers stood before me. They gasped as they saw that I was stark naked. Then I realised that one was the very pretty Titian haired girl from Friday. She put her hand to her mouth, and giggled. I told her that I remembered her because of her wonderful hair colour, and the number of times I had caught glances of her beautiful breasts. I told her of the slightly puffy areola, and that she should have hidden them under her lace jacket. She blushed. That broke the ice a little. She turned to the very attractive woman standing beside her, and said, “May I introduce my mother”. My mouth fell open. She was truly beautiful, but I had the presence of mind to extend my hand. We all shook hands, and I turned, saying I thought that they had better come in. My cock had responding to them too much. This was slightly embarrassing me. I suspect that my totally hairless body blushed all over. I dared not look. I still had a long way to go to be at one with myself when nude with total strangers. I have not said how our guests were dressed. The daughter wore a short bolero jacket, and a bouncy white skirt. Her top was buttoned on the two lowest fastenings, but hardly concealing her breasts. A patch of her midriff was exposed. She had the palest complexion of somebody who never went in the sun. She explained that she had come to the Restaurant on Friday night dressed in the lace top as a “dare”. It was a wager placed by her boyfriend. She loved the attention she had received, and the fact that all the men tried to see her naked breast. It totally unfazed her in a way that she had not anticipated. Quietly she admitted that their attention made her wet. She was even more amazed when she watched one of the men, on the next table; pull my pantaloons apart to expose my raging erection, and the cock ring. This was new to her. She knew exactly what she wanted to do when she saw that I had I left a couple of cards on their table. She loved the attention she was given, and told her mother. Not surprisingly mother found the whole story rather erotic. It appeared that they had already rung the Restaurant to see if all Fridays were to be “Nude Nights”. When the answer was “Yes”, they booked a table for four. Now, when I opened the door, her mother had startled me far more than her daughter. The early afternoon sun was behind them both. Mother was wearing a sensible length skirt, and semi transparent blouse. The skirt was completely transparent with the sun behind her. She might as well have been nude to her waist. Her legs were long, slender, and very beautiful. She was fully silhouetted right to her crutch, which was marvellous flat and wide. I could see straight through between her legs, and it did not do my imagination any good at al! I stood transfixed, which did not help the behaviour of my member. I invited them both into the drawing room. They stood a while I offered them tea. The daughter was completely quiet. Her mother moved around the room with a gentle elegance that always sets mature women apart from the young. She stopped here, and there, to pick up an object, a trinket, and to read the spine of a book. She was absorbing everything in minute detail. Now young women, for example Parlour Girl, may spellbind me but you can give me my Partner, and Chestnut any day. Mature sexy women ooze sensuality in a way that is difficult to define. Mother was obviously wearing a bra, but it was one of those very thin sheer ones that held the natural form of her breasts. I could not help staring; she realised, and regularly turned fully towards me. Then I knew I could see the deeper colouration of her large round areola. I could also see that her nipples were an erect silhouette as she turned away. She knew what she was doing to me. All I could do to escape the hypnotic vision was to ask what type of tea they would like to drink. I mentioned Earl Grey, and English Breakfast. They chose the first, with milk. That is how I like my Earl, so I loved them more for that peasant attitude! I vanished into the kitchen. The kettle had not boiled when a gorgeous mature mother walked in on me. She started to talk. She told me how her daughter was shocked to learn that she had once had her clitoris pierced, and that she wanted it to be done again. This time she had a favourite ring that she wanted fitted horizontally, so that the stone in the ring could be seen. She did not say who would see it. She also wanted to commission some jewellery, especially for her breasts. I hastened to explain that I was not the designer. She was shopping for transparent dresses, to be worn with the new jewellery. I explained that we were going to purchase the Parlour, and take it very “up market” with jewellery, piercing, and other attractions for our new clientele. She had burst into peals of laughter at my description of “transparent dresses”. She admitted that her choice of skirt was completely deliberate. The afternoon was just as she imagined it might be, and she loved the effect it had. Oh! How I love mature women! They looked up our home up on a computer map before they set out. She realised that it was on the side of the street that took the afternoon sun, but she did not tell her daughter. She had deliberately chosen a thin skirt. It had the right affect. The more she described her scheming, the greater the affect she was having on my penis. She loved it! I dared her to show me her legs. She caught the edge of her skirt, and pulled it right up above her panties. They were as beautiful as I had imagined. I had immediate double vision. A very sexy mature mother of one, or two, stood before me. I saw her as stark naked, her clothing vanished into my imagination. Her wonderful legs met at her folds. Her pubic bush was the same flaming red as her daughter’s hair. It had been trimmed to a deep “V” pointing at her clit. This was fully visible, swollen and excited, above equally swollen lips. Her breasts were caped by large deep brown areolae, and thick nipples that were adopting that crinkly texture, that only comes with sexual excitement. I needed to get out of a developing situation. I was hurtling back to reality. My penis was standing straight out in front, and that did not help. A skirt was suddenly dropped, and a delicate hand tweaked my end. It rocked from side to side! There was a sexy playful giggle. My retreat was to make tea as quickly as possible, I added a biscuit or two, and wheeled everything through on the trolley that we had used for our first nude breakfast. The young Titian haired girl’s mother was in her element watching as my erection got in the way on every occasion that it could find. We were just beginning to take tea, when I heard a key in the door. The troops piled in. They were still stark naked. They were talking ten to the dozen. They went completely quiet when they saw our guests. A multitude of shopping bags, and a small holdall, were dropped by the door. I made hasty introductions, and beat a retreat to fetch more hot water, plus three more cups and saucers. Chestnut offered to come with me, I gladly accepted. Parlour Girl sat quietly on a low leather stool. Chestnut had a sixth sense. She was thirty something, and had developed a fascinating, remarkable understanding towards both sexes. She had to stifle her laughter as we entered the kitchen. She had instantly recognised the redhead, and realised that the sexy mature woman was her mother. She loved it when her suspicions were confirmed, and I told her of my kitchen vision. We returned with more tea. By this time the Goldsmith, and our guests were in deep discussion about jewellery, piercing and other intimacies. A question was asked about why she always used gold. She explained that it is the most perfect material to work. It could, and can, be beaten thinner, and stretched finer than any other metal. It was easy to solder, and can be melted down, time, and again, for reuse. She said that jewellery made in gold is recyclable. Eighteen carat means that 75% of the material was gold. It comes in many colours, mainly depending on where it is mined. Other fine metals were added to enhance strength, and impart other characteristics. Suddenly the daughter asked if this meant that she could have nipple and areolae jewellery made. She would wear it, then return for remodelling as her breast developed. The answer was, “Yes”. The new business would buy back the gold, discount this against new material, and then charge for the design. She had hit on a major stance of the new business. It had already come to me as I worked on the business plan before their arrival. Tea was finished, designing had to begin. THE DESIGN PARTY Parlour Girl was told the help me to clear tea, while the others went into the workshop. When we were alone she admitted to wonderful feelings of fullness with the plugs in place, and to how happy she was. When all was cleared up, and in the dishwasher I gave her a little hug. I whispered that being given her virginity was the most beautiful sexual experience I had ever had. She blushed deeply, and I told her to go to the others. I would be working on the Plan, and Chestnut could come to work with me when she wanted. I started to work. Over two hours later our two guests left, and my Partner gave me a blow-by-blow account of the “Design Party”. Parlour Girl had obviously enjoyed herself, she asked for, and was given, permission to add her comments. It seems that both women lost all inhibitions when the door of the workshop closed behind them. The Titian haired daughter undid the two buttons on her bolero jacket, and dropped it in a corner. She hooked two fingers of each hand into the top of her white skirt. She caught her panties as her fingers shot passed them. She wriggled her hips once, and was stark naked. The skirt, and panties, were tossed after the jacket. Parlour Girl let out a gasp. She was looking at the body of a fifteen or sixteen year old girl, except that her mother assured them that she was more than twenty years old. Her breasts, that tantalised me so much on Friday evening, were tiny, but they were tipped by exquisite pink puffy areolae. Short hard nipples, in turn, tipped these. Had I not been concentrating on her mother I would have guessed that she was completely shaved? She was. Here she looked even more like a little girl. My Partner believed that she had never seen such unblemished skin. She stretched both hands out to touch. She ran them involuntarily down her sides to her waist, in following the crease of her hips to the closing at the mons. She said it was like touching silk. The girl did not make a sound until fingers traced down the finest crack. That was all it was, there was no sign of a clitoris, of lips, of anything, but a narrow line. There was just a crack where two flat pieces of skin came together, and folded inwards. The girl moaned deeply as fingers traced her fineness, then they left her skin. She stood a naked creature of desire. It was obvious to my Partner that her mother was on fire. She was enjoying herself immensely, and could not wait to be naked. She behaved rather like her daughter, except that she carried on a running commentary about our conversation in the kitchen. Everybody, including her daughter, was laughing as she stepped out of her skirt, and the white panties that had set me dreaming. The dream turned into reality, she was perfectly trimmed, and flame red! She unbuttoned her transparent blouse, stretched elegantly behind her, and undid the clasp on her almost transparent white bra. Everything was tossed into the corner with the other clothes. A pair of shoes followed, and she was bare. She had a beautiful mature body. Her breast hardly dropped at all, they were that wonderful, difficult to define shape, of a woman happy with herself, and proud to work out to keep herself well toned. Her teats were large, round, and full. Parlour girl wanted to suck them. She also wanted to pierce them! Both women stood, at ease while my Partner walked round them both. She cupped, and weighed, each of the mother’s breasts. The areolae and nipples hardened noticeably. They were both very aroused. She ran a finger clockwise and the other anticlockwise around the beginning of the delicate pink puffy edge of each of the daughter’s areola. The young woman watched her whole tip harden, then my Partner lightly pulled her nipples. There was a yelp; she was obviously very sensitive to pain. She was designing in her head as all this went on. She told the daughter that she was thinking about caps that heightened the delight of her puffiness, but that she should not have her nipples pierced yet. She said that “Puffy Nipples” turned many men to jelly, including me, her Partner. She thought that it was because we all wanted to suck the whole end into our mouths. She was right. The young woman blushed a deep red all over, and asked how the teats, and breast ends, might look. She was told that they would be rather like small versions of Parlour Girls, full round cages, and the half cups that held Chestnuts breasts. They would only fit over the ends where they became distended from her tiny mounds The young woman was also told that she had one other thing that she wanted to try on both her, and her mother. It needed more research, but should be ready for fitting on Friday night. The she turned the glorious mature woman who had also stripped for her. The dear person said that she was not quite ready for her clit ring, but she produced it from the palm of her hand. All gasped. It was very beautiful. She explained that she had to have an OK on something first, but that she wanted breast jewellery. She asked if this could be ready for Friday night. Suddenly my partner took a long length of ready annealed thin gold wire. She held up a breast, turned to Parlour Girl, and asked her to cup it so that it was where it had been when the bra strap was released. She lifted the breast a little. The wire started at her nipple end and was wound around the length of her teat. It stayed the same diameter to the root. The nipple grew noticeably harder to fill any space. It looked excruciatingly inviting. Wire then followed the contour of her breast all the way back to where it moulded gracefully onto her body. A final turn was made, and my Partner cut the gold with a pair of clippers. The first wire was left in place while Parlour Girl and the Goldsmith wound the second breast. The nipple had already responded, so gold was made slightly tighter. Maturity brings huge benefits. Whereas the daughter had simply blushed, mother took my Partners face between two hands and kissed her deeply, just as she eased the nipple, and wound wire from both her breasts. Apparently it was very erotic There was hardly time to put the handiwork down before they were in a deep embrace, with hands searching everywhere. Both mouths went to nipples. They were sucked long and hard. This left hands free to roam, and they did. The young stood in silent amazement. My Partner led the beautiful naked creature to a guest shower, and they washed together on a voyage of discovery that led them both to orgasm. But more of that later, and of what Chestnut was doing………….. To be continued……. Dear Reader: Gussie would love comments, they are a great help, and your votes! © Copyright Gussie – July 2003 Piercing for National Nude Day Ch. 06 Saturday afternoon - what were they all doing? Dear readers: You may be totally confused by this story. If you are please do read the sequences leading up to Saturday afternoon following Nude Monday. Thank you! SATURDAY AFTERNOON – Parlour Girl When my Partner left her workshop there was complete, stony, silence in the room. She went out, hand in hand, with the beautiful naked mother of the Titian haired girl, who had been bare breasted at the Restaurant only the evening before. The girl remained standing, looking shy. She had the body of an innocent, young, teenager. Parlour Girl remained dressed in her outdoor finery from the trip to the Mall. This consisted of an exquisite eighteen carat gold collar, the most beautiful gold breast cages, held in place by her pierced nipples. There were gold drops on her outer nipple piercings. She continued to wear the linked butt plug, cunt plug, and jewelled clitoris cap, and of course her labia stretcher chains swung between her legs. She had become completely used to them all. They were so comfortable, that she felt nude. The idea of this dress epitomised the development of Starburst Jewellery, and it’s affect on National Nude Day. My Partner, and the Goldsmith creator, was developing jewellery to enhance both female, and male, nudity. She was designing beautiful adornments that could be worn to emphasise the qualities of the human body. It was jewellery that would allow people to walk nude in public, to eat, and to shop. Partner Girl was not overdressed for a Saturday afternoon shopping trip, but then neither had the others been, when they all went out three hours before. They were creating a stir, as at the Restaurant , or the red haired girl would not have brought her mother to the house. Parlour Girl broke the ice by asking the daughter if she would like to see what they had bought on their shopping trip. The girl wanted to do this. They went, hand in hand, to the lounge room. A dozen, or so, bags were scooped up from near the front door. They were deposited in the middle of the room. The two naked girls say cross-legged on the floor facing each other. With Parlour Girl this meant that her stretcher chains touched the ground first, then her plugs were pushed together deeper into her most private holes. Always provocative, always sexy, she sat so that the two chains stretched out in front of her. Further she trapped them as she crossed her legs. This stretched her labia more. She simply loved it, and as her mistress was in the shower, she wriggled about on the floor driving the plug further into her cunt, and the other deeper still into her arse. The daughter watched in amazement as the collared creature continued to move. In all innocence, she asked why she was not still. Parlour Girl giggled, then recounted her sexual activity since she returned from dinner on Friday. The twenty year old girl was completely amazed that she had been a virgin. She stared in disbelief when she heard that she asked if she could try to give us a child. That she had willingly given herself to me. She described how she had been bathed, and prepared by two beautiful women. She told of her hymen being broken, and how all four of us had slept together after wonderful sex. The pretty redhead sat open mouthed. She was obviously becoming very aroused. She was hardly breathing. Finally, when she breathed again, she gasped, and put a hand to her mouth. Parlour Girl was describing early morning sex. She told how my Partner aided her. She talked of how she had given her anal cherry. She described how it felt as a penis pushed into her anus. She told the girl how full she felt, and how she wished she had given up her anus years before. She told of how her hand was guided, so she could feel my penis moving behind her stomach wall. How she pressed her hand hard into her flatness as I moved out. How it was pushed away as I charged in. Not many clothes purchases were seen. Instead the girl crawled to Parlour Girl, and pressed both her hands into that perfect stomach. She whispered, in wide eyed amazement, “And you think that there is a baby in there?” Parlour Girl’s head nodded imperceptibly. Then she said, “Mummy does not know, but I am still a virgin.” The girl took her hands away and rolled, in a languid movement, onto her back, gazing up at Parlour Girl. She placed her hands on her tummy possibly deliberately pointing towards her sex. It appeared to be an invitation. It was the body of a teenager on a twenty something woman. A person, who had become totally aroused by what she was witnessing, and hearing, yet did not know how to handle it. The young slave, Parlour Girl, was filled with lust. Now I believe that everybody has bisexual traits. Some are more bi than others. There are some, in whom it is virtually always suppressed. Then there are some who also suppress their heterosexual traits. It simply does not matter. Sex is the most beautiful voyage in the world. Voyages of sexual discovery, and harmony, are the most perfect. Life is one long journey through which we only pass once. It is to be enjoyed to the full. Sex is to be enjoyed to the full, and that is what these two young ladies did. Parlour Girl gazed at her startlingly white body. She saw hips that were only just developing; she hardly had a waist. She looked at tiny cones where her breasts rose a little from her chest. She lusted for those wonderful pink puffy nipples. She wanted to suck the minute teats that tipped them. A child like body lay in front of her, hands together above her naked, bald, sex crack, with her legs straight out, and feet together. It was very inviting. There was a definite aroma of arousal, but her cunt lips were still sealed tight shut. There may have been a small change where her clit had swollen to push the cheeks a little part. It was impossible to tell. She was a delectable sight. Parlour Girl moved in almost involuntary fascination. Her right hand lifted slowly, it reached to the start of that naked crack. It slowly moved down with only the slightest pressure. It moved to where the crack vanished between her legs, but no further. It moved back again Titian Red hair surrounded her face. Eyes were tight shut, and she slowly licked her lips. Parlour Girl was entranced. There was not a sound, but as the finger moved down again, the tip of a tongue moved in unison over moist lips. It kept perfect time. Parlour girl continued to stroke, while she slowly lent forwards. Her lips touched the tiny teat on the farthest breast, her mouth opened and she sucked the whole puffy peak into her mouth. Her nipple jewellery just brushed the girls other breast, it ran gently over her naked chest. The girl gasped. Her hands went behind the sucking head. She crushed it to her body. Her legs flew apart, so Parlour Girls last trace slipped involuntarily around the corner. It reached the bottom of her closed valley. She was dripping wet. The single finger became two, and both plunged into the girl’s cunt in a continuous motion. Two legs flew up, almost crushing Parlour Girls exploring hand and arm. A sexually repressed body became completely alive. She felt the constriction of her hymen, so knew that the girl spoke the truth. She took care. Parlour Girl was thinking, “Well if I had a mother as sexy, and beautiful, as yours, then possibly I would always hold myself back”. She tried to move her mouth to the nearer tit, but it was diverted to Titian’s mouth. There was a very long exploring kiss. Tongue moved around tongue, lips sealed them in, and they danced together. Two fingers traced back from deep in her cunt, up an opening valley to her clit. At first they were gentle, but lust took over. They rolled, pulled, stretched, and massaged it out of slumber. It was a beautiful climax. It may even have been her first. That a pretty young female slave brought it on was irrelevant. The slave knew that her mistress would approve, and the girl deserved to be taken to ecstasy. Two naked girls stretched out, and lay together. Touching, stroking, caressing, and kissing. No clothing was examined. SATURDAY AFTERNOON – My Partner My Partner had taken Titian’s gorgeous naked mother to the shower in one of the guest rooms. Neither were lesbians in the true sense of the word. It was that both enjoyed sex in every way. Winding the gold onto those beautiful breasts, while Parlour Girl stood behind her to lift them slightly, had proved too erotic, too sensual, for them both. Two women needed to let of steam. They had to orgasm. As they walked my Partner unclipped the gold chains from her Starbursts, and the one that still held the purse. They were dropped at the entrance to the shower room. They just about reached the actual walk in shower before they were kissing again. Titian’s mother held my Partners face to touch both her eyes with her lips. She held onto her face, then her hands slid to her neck. Her mouth reached to a breast still covered in a Starburst jewel. The extra long exposed teat was bitten and sucked. The outer drops were removed, then her inner bars, exposing a completely bare nipple. It had become totally engorged, stretching to its full length beyond the encircling gold. Soon both nipples were the same. There was a gasp of surprise at how long, full, and hard, my Partner’s teats had become. They were milked in complete unison by very skilled hands. They still had not started to shower. Each Starburst was slowly pulled the length of her nipple. Both her breasts and teats stretched even longer, there was a “pop”, and they were free. The jewellery was set aside. Her hands passed over the now exposed breasts, along her nipples, on their voyage to her cunt. She moved with exacting care setting the skin beneath her hands on fire. It was the touch of experience, and a love of sensual sex. One had stopped at the exposed clit, where it poked through the Starburst. The other continued its journey. It turned the corner. There another was a gasp of amazement, she had not realised that the Star hooked into my Partners cunt hole. She knelt, her face close to the belly, where the diamond and emerald points stopped. She kissed the distended clit, she sucked it out form her body. Then she removed her bar. The third piece of jewellery was pulled away. It was set to one side. Now both women were bare She sucked on the totally distended clit; she pulled the whole hood, and clitoris, deep into her mouth. Fingers on her other had found that wonderful rough area as a cunt hole forms. A first finger and her thumb moved up and down pincering the sensitive flesh. She sensed the rush of a huge orgasm, and my Partner shuddered to her knees. And it was my Partners turn. She turned on the shower, and knelt down again. They both realised that they would become totally wet. Titian’s mother crawled beneath the cascading water, her backside turned invitingly. Two hands were placed on her rounded arse. It was stretched. Her cunt was slowly licked. It was kissed before an exploring tongue moved to her anal rose. She wriggled, and cried, with delight as an experienced woman rimmed her. Two fingers of her right hand, the smallest and the next, were eased into her hole. The two remaining fingers went into her cunt. The web between the middle two fingers touched that short patch of bare skin, between the cunt and the anus. She could not go any deeper. She braced herself as best she could against the anti slip parts of the fully tiled shower. Her arms were apart, and she was ready. She knew what would happen next. All four fingers were rammed in, and out, of both holes. Her cries became louder. They were not of pain, but of delight, and pleasure. My Partner set up a rhythm. She stopped after two strokes, with her fingers as deep as possible. Her thumb stretched to massage a completely engorged clit. Titian’s mother pushed back to meet each inward plunge, she screamed for them to be deeper, for them to be moved. She pushed, and pushed, then waited, gently rubbing. She did it again and again, realising that a highly tuned animal was close to a shattering orgasm. Two hands stretched behind. They pressed hard on a beautiful arse, to pull both cheeks as far apart as possible. She stretched her own anal hole more. Fingers may have gone deeper. The middle finger in each of the stretching hands entered her anal passage. She tugged herself further open. Cascading water entered with the plunging pulling fingers. It was totally erotic. A body was saying, “Take me.” My Partner reached forward with her left hand, she found a swinging breast, then an engorged teat. She grabbed it between her thumb, and two fingers. She pulled it hard down, and backwards. A nipple joined in the dance, while the free breast swung in consort. She pushed her hips against that gorgeous mature behind. Everything moved in unison. Fingers kept up their rhythm; hands stretched skin to the same beat. Somebody, who had been a total stranger, hurtled over the top to a gigantic orgasm. She shook, and shook, with pleasure. She said, “That was wonderful, I do not think I have ever cum so hard, no, not ever.” The both lay under the cascading water, slowly gathering their breaths. They kissed and stroked, waiting for heartbeats to return to near normal. They kissed again, long, intimate, loving kisses. They slowly moved to kneel facing each other, soap was found and two mature beauties began to wash. Each soaped the other with intimacy, and care. They washed, bath towels were found, and they dried each other. My Partner was asked if this was normal behaviour with clients. She screwed up her pretty face, and thought. The answer was that nakedness changed everything, and National Nude Day had a great deal to answer for. SATURDAY AFTERNOON – Chestnut – Anal sex with a difference Chestnut had come to my Study immediately all the other girls retired to the jewellery workshop. I have always prided my self about my Partners Desk. It is a beautiful antique. It may be unique. It has four kneeholes, rather than the normal two. I bought it in an Internet sale. It was no bargain, but working at it gives me continued pleasure. This meant that the dear, bejewelled girl could either sit opposite me, or she could sit to my right or to my left. She chose to sit close to me, on my right, to be my right hand. So there I was, late on a Saturday afternoon, sitting in my Study stark naked, except for my nipple shields, and my cock ring. I was expected to undertake serious work on the Business Plan with a girl, who was also stark naked, except for gold jewellery, and chains. She was a girl, whom I had brought to a climax earlier in the day. It was a little surreal, so I decided to confront my demons. I talked to Chestnut about it. She was wonderfully frank, and open, about herself. It appeared that no man had touched her since her partner walked out, when she lost the unborn child. That meant that she had not had sex, with another human being, for several years. My mouth fell open, and my heart went out to her. To all intent and purpose I had been allowed the privilege of helping two virgins to climax in the last twenty four hours. I was awestruck. My manhood was stirring again. I asked what she had done to satisfy what was obviously a deep understanding of relationships. For example, she had realised the games that Titian’s mother had been playing with me in the kitchen, and, as we had earlier found, she was a very experienced cocksucker. She explained that the small hand case, the one that she had collected from her home, was full of dildos. I blinked in disbelief. She collected the case from the front entrance, and we began to explore. We were not doing any planning! She had everything, including two strap on dildos. One was virtually horse sized. Jokingly she said that Partner Girl should not see it. We both laughed, then realised that it was probably true. She must not see it. She had simple butt plugs, two doubles, and several vibrators. She had jellies and creams. It was the armoury of a sexually active person, who had been hurt too much. I asked about the strap on dildos. She said that they had never been used. She added, without prompting, that she did use single, and the combination, butt plugs. She completely understood why Parlour Girl was so attached to her plug. She continued to explain that wearing the smaller, discrete, single, or double plugs all day set her on fire. She wore them to work. Then she would have to race home from a boring meeting, rush into her bedroom, and masturbate herself to an enormous lonely orgasm. Suddenly she said, “Let us draw up an outline Business Plan. I will go onto the web. There is a particular site that has good free draft downloads. It will not take too long.” Then she added, almost as an afterthought, “When we have finished the plan, please would you strap on the smaller dildo, and use it on me for anal sex.” I was totally amazed. I gasped. What would we think of next! I did not know what to say. I sat dumfounded, in complete silence. She started to work. Within seconds she was on our satellite link. She found the site, and two alternative Business Plan structures were down loaded almost before I had time to blink. She worked incredibly fast. I was very impressed. Sensible questions were asked, about gross margins, current turnover of the jewellery design business, cost of stocks of gold, plus other rare metals, and stones. Then she began to ask questions on security at the Mall, design copyright, patents, and masses of other data. She obviously had a critical business mind. I ‘phoned our Restaurant Owner partner. He had some of the answers. Plus he had already discussed lease costs, local taxes, etc., with the current owners. These were e-mailed over. The document was coming together in a trice. I stood. I went to lean over her shoulder from behind. She needed to find the Starburst design as a logo. My Partner had already transferred into a stunning symbol. She continued to work, apparently oblivious of the fact that I was still there. I was completely mesmerised. I had just been asked to strap on a large dildo, and have anal sex with the girl only inches from me. What was happening to my life? I gazed over her shoulders, past the three straps that hooked into her jewellery, that came together, and then fanned out to support her amazing breasts. I watched her both nipples move from side to side as she worked. This was how my Partner had planned that the chains should work. They were designed to allow side to side movement, without sag. Her design was right. I saw that her nipples were sticking proudly out from shield identical to the ones around my nipples. I saw the bars through each nipple. I had sucked there so hard only this morning. I thought that I must be in a trance. Suddenly she looked up, with that knowing smile that I had seen in the kitchen. She realised the affect that she had on men. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. She said that she needed shareholders, and other information. I told her that my Partner, and I, had discussed this while they all slept this morning. We wanted true complete co-ownership, and that this would require the lawyer’s touch. She pushed her chair back against my raging cock, and started the printer running. She said, “Now I am ready.” She stood up, and turned to face me. She said, “You are a darling man, you haven’t a clue why I have asked you to take me anally with a dildo. Let me explain.” “Firstly, and most importantly, you must be very sore, and we need you for Parlour Girl.” Piercing for National Nude Day Ch. 06 “Secondly I have no protection. I have not used it, as I had no need, and I hate French letters.” “Finally I will not break the trust of your Darling Partner. She knows that you will only use a dildo, and that you will only penetrate my arse. We discussed it!” There was nothing more to be said. She stooped, naked bejewelled breasts gently swaying. She picked up the strap on. It was far larger than my cock. It needed some adjustment before it fitted comfortably. It had to sit higher, where, until I was shaved bare, I had pubic hair. Straps passed either side of my scrotum, up my arse crack, and around my waist. My cock stuck out parallel beneath it. It was rock hard, and not helped by sexy, delicate, hands. They moved deftly around my middle, and between my legs. She was totally matter of fact. She stooped again when she was happy with the strap on dildo. A pot of lubrication jelly was placed on a cardboard coaster on the antique leather of my desk. It might as well have been a cup of coffee. She took the top off, and a delicate finger scooped some out. She turned so that her back was towards me, and began to feed goo into her back passage. She had to move four gold chains to do this. They were pulled, two to each side, of her wonderful rounded arse. She let out a gasp. She had forgotten that repositioning them meant that they would tightened their grip on her clit, and across her cunt. She massaged one, then two, fingers into her intimate hole. She scooped more jelly, and a third finger was pushed completely home. I could see that she was becoming very aroused. She turned to face me. We kissed. It was almost a peck. She took more jelly, and coated the whole of the huge white fake penis. She turned back to face the side of the desk; she reached for a pile of paper hankies from my desktop. She stood to clean her hands. She dropped the soiled hankies in the bin. Then she bent forwards, and gripped the edge of the desk hard. She moved her feet apart. She was braced. She was ready. I aligned the strap on with her tiny glistening hole, and slowly moved it until the tip was beginning to stretch her skin. I paused. She turned, smiled shyly, and winked. I push gently, and the head suddenly disappeared into her arse. I stood still. She began to push back. She did not wince, or make a sound. One, two, three, then four, inches of the huge object gradually vanished into her body. She eased forward, possibly two inches of the dildo slipped out. I was still, she moved. The strap on was still two inches into her tight. alarmingly stretched, hole. She pushed again; five, six, seven inches were buried, in silence, in her anal passage. She did not sigh, she did not whimper. She paused a minute, then pushed again. Now my own cock was being pushed down, bent, by her cunt as it passed between her legs. I could feel the inner gold chains as they turned in from her arse to cross her cunt hole. Her wetness, her arousal covered me. It was a wonderful feeling, my cock ring kept me hard, and her dripping fur painted the upper face of my penis as it moved in and out. I put my hands on her hips, my little fingers found the two “O” rings on the chain around her waist. The single chains that normally passed down her bum crack, started here. There was one on each side. They returned, coming out at the edges of her chestnut bush. I knew that they must have been pulling hard on the outer faces of her labia majora. I had watched her move the gold chains from her crack to the outside of her glorious brown orbs. Otherwise they would have covered her anus. This would have tightened the gold chains, but it would have caused discomfort as the dildo pushed in. Now the extra tightness was erotic. I slipped my fingers through into the “O” on each hip. I would pull her tighter still. She pushed again; eight, nine, and ten inches were totally in her arse. The fake balls of the dildo were hard against her bum. A huge knobbly, unforgiving, dildo had vanished completely inside her delectable body. It had disappeared. She stopped. My penis was tight up against her cunt. She turned again, and said two words, “Fuck me!” I pulled half out, my penis pulled back from under her dripping cunt. I thrust in. I knew she wanted it hard. It had been a long, long, abstinence. She pushed back to meet me with exquisite, to the millisecond, timing as I moved in. She had extraordinary sensual gifts. Our rhythm built up, I suspect that the dildo was rammed another half an inch into her arse. Ten or eleven inches was a long way into such a delectable passage. Every time I went in I tugged hard upwards on the “O” rings on each hip. Her labia must have been completely distorted by the pressure. I might have wished that my penis was in her arse, but for the amazing thing that was happening beneath her cunt. She looked down, and could see the tip of my penis pushing out from under her Chestnut pubic fur. Everything was becoming wet, her fur continued to coat me. I began to feel that I was in her cunt, yet I knew I was not. That was forbidden territory. Amazing things were also happening behind us. My Partner, and Titian’s Mother, had finished drying. They sprayed, pampered, and powdered, each other like little girls, giggling at different smells, feelings, and textures. Then they came to find how the Business Plan was coming on. They walked silently into a cumming! Now my Partner knew that this could happen. It had been talked about during the afternoon shopping expedition. I might as well have been just the stud, an onlooker, the way they had talked. Our guest knew nothing of our possible behaviour. She let out a loud gasp, a cry, as she saw the huge dildo plunge in, and out, of a beautiful arse. She watched Chestnut hold herself still as I pulled out, and out. She saw nine inches, or more, of a huge white cock strapped to my stomach. She wondered how much was still in her arse. She watched the gorgeous body brace itself for my inward plunge. Then she saw her bottom push back hard to meet me. She saw the erection that she had touched, charge, in and out, between her legs. She realised, when the dildo hit the bottom, that she could see the tip of my penis under her bush. Both women sensed that Chestnut was near her climax. My Partner knew how important it was, as her first intimate male contact in years. Her new mature friend understood, as all sensitive women understand. I continued to plunge in and out. Chestnut pushed back in perfect time, and my cock was taken in hand. It was bent away from the gaping cunt, and the mat of soaking fur. A mouth, one I knew well, sucked, and licked, the tip, each time it hit the forward point. Chestnut bent farther forwards, her back, and arms, straight. Titian’s Mother wriggled between her arms. She settled her bum just below the lip of my desk, and arched backwards, hinging her beautiful, full, body so that she could kiss a mouth. Their lips joined in a long, sensuous union. Nipples were gently stroked, then Chestnut’s teats pulled, hard. They were pinched, and rolled, between fingers and thumbs. I sensed, and felt, her cumming. She was galloping up the hill, she was gathering speed. Yet she was straining to hold off to the last minute, to leap far over the crest. She did. She had not uttered a sound for fifteen, or may be twenty minutes. Suddenly a deep contralto song started low down in her body. Ecstasy can know, and make, no more beautiful sound than we all, we three, heard at that moment, All the pent up emotions of years of denial, all the lost love, all the youth, that had nearly been lost, poured into her wonderful voice. Many women scream, many cry, many shout. Chestnut simply sang. She was Carmen, she was Mimi, she was Tosca, she was in heaven. We three had taken her to the gates. She was alone, but no longer alone. She was us. We all collapsed on the floor. I pulled out with immense care as we did so. Four people lay in love. Not a word was spoken. Chestnut’s emotions had overtaken her. She was gently sobbing, and we all cried with her. We welcomed her back to the world. AN IMPROMPTU PARTY Suddenly, as we began to recover, my Partner proposed that Titian, and her mother stayed for dinner. There were mild protests, then it was agreed. We would have our first nude barbeque. Our guests would invite whomsoever they wished, so long as they were happy to be nude. Two went to tell Parlour Girl and Titian. Chestnut and I were left together on the carpet of my Study. I lent forwards and kissed her eyes dry, then she rolled onto her stomach with her chin the hollow of my hip, her torso turning towards my head, her bum close to my left arm. I was resting my chin in my hand, and I was sure that hers was another deliberate movement. She wanted me near her bum. I could see her reddened, still glistening, anal hole gaping wide open from the reaming, that it had just taken. I asked her if she was sore, she whispered, “No”. Nothing surprised me with this girl. I ran my little finger down her cheek. I brought my whole hand to my mouth, and cupped it to take my spit. I poured it into her hole. It all disappeared. I ran two fingers around the opening in a gentle massage. She motioned that she wanted them. I moved my hand to her mouth. She licked the two fingers, then she sucked them all. I turned my hand to form another cup. She filled it with more spittle. My hand returned to her hole. It all disappeared again. Her hole was still huge. I massaged it again. Four fingers would have entered. I said, “I should bath you, it will help.” She replied that she would love that. I told her to lie still for a minute or two, then to come to the Master Bedroom bathroom. My Partner would expect us to use it. I had just finished running a deep warm bath when Chestnut walked in. She looked beautiful. I asked her to step into the foam, and sit down. I would wash her, not as my Partner, and I, have done for years, sexually, lovingly, and with many erotic overtones. Strangely, I washed her as a friend helping another. I soaped, and tenderly washed her all. I delved into her crack, into her cunt, deep into her anal passage, around her inner, and her outer lips. I lifted her hood, and rolled her clitoris. I soaped, shampooed, and lathered, the chestnut curls of her bush. She was childlike. I ran my fingers around the half moon gold cages that held her breasts. I soaped behind her nipple guards. I rolled the bars in her newly pierced teats. We took time, we cared, and she was clean. It was strangely asexual for two who had been so intimate twice during the day. Wonderful Chestnut realised, and lay still, legs slightly apart, eyes tight shut. She enjoyed the attention. She lifted a leg, moved an arm, or raised part of her body by instinct. I touched her on the cheek; she stood, almost like an automaton. I wrapped her in a large towel, and patted her dry, as if she were my child. Not a word was spoken, until she was completely dry. Then I told her to find the other girls. I washed my self alone, removing my cock ring and leaving it off. The kitchen had become a hive of activity. Our two guests made the necessary ‘phone calls. Titian’s partner of Friday night was coming. He was slightly nonplussed by the thought of being nude, but Titian said that she was already naked. It appeared to make things better! Titian’s Mother was another matter. We knew that somebody had agreed to come. In fact they almost climbed down the ‘phone in their eagerness to accept. Directions were given, to the house, and preparations continued for the party. Chestnut was in her element. She was happy to be loved, and did not mind at all being the only, the solo, girl. She ragged Titian’s Mother about her partner. Good natured little digs, and parries, started to fly. It appeared that red haired Titian had a nickname for her mother’s partner. He was her “Adonis”, her handsome youth, loved by Aphrodite. Well her mother was certainly the latter. She became more beautiful, more desirable, as the day wore into night. Our two guests needed dressing. My Partner took Titian’s Mother into her workshop, and simply wrapped two short gold chains tightly around each of her glorious full breast. The final tightness was such that the chains would not pull off, but not so tight as to restrict blood flow. The breasts bulged sexily from her body. There was a conversation about sagging, and the beautiful woman was told that they did not. She was told to wait and see. Short lengths of gold were clipped from a coil of wire, and the goldsmith simply formed a cup around the lower half of each breast, gently lifting and defining their shape. Her nipples stood erect above the cups. A short length of stiff wire held her breasts apart. Finally a simple halter chain was added around her neck, and a strap passed around her back. My Partner had great fun with her pubic hair, which had been trimmed to a flaming red arrow. A chain went completely around her waist. Two chains passed together down the crack of her bum, over her cunt, and up between her lips. They divided to pass either side of her clit, and either side of the arrow of her pubic hair. They were then clipped back on the chain at the front. When all was correctly tensioned they added a similar dimension to movement to that felt by Chestnut with her four chains. She danced and skipped into the kitchen to ask what we thought. We clapped. She was very happy. Titian disappeared to be dresses. Nobody could think what she would wear. My Goldsmith has always worked fast. She designs in her head, then makes, and as we have said, gold is the most beautiful material in the world to work. She has also learnt to improvise, which is how she came up with the concept of “bulging” Titan’s Mothers breasts, then wrapping them in wire. It made them look truly erotic, and if she pressed them during the evening, say flat into a bed or table; they would bulge wonderfully, the soft gold wires moving with her. She did somewhat the same with Titian’s perfect little puffy extensions. First she gently sucked them both to see if there was enough flesh. They became very hard, and she became aroused for the second time in a few hours. Then she selected a penis extender, one of those strange clear plastic tube devices, with a bulb to suck air out. She wetted the end to seal it. It fitted Titan perfectly, and allowed the whole puffy end to extend another half inch into the tube. The girl began to look alarmed. The Goldsmith took annealed wire, and wrapped six circles around the whole end, never allowing a wire to overlap the last. This slowly pushed the extender tube off her tip, and it was done. Titian spun to look at herself in the mirror. It was like a huge teat. She looked wonderful, and she laughed with pleasure. The second breast was treated in the same way. Now she really had long puffy nipples, yet her small teats were still erect on the end of both. I had known about the next experiment for a while, but did not realise how advanced it was. This was a very fair skinned young woman. She was asked to lie down on her back, with her legs closed. A light body cream was sprayed on her lower stomach. Then a series of gold leaf leaves, which had been cut out from a book of leaves, were fanned out from her crack. Gold leaf is always backed by the finest tissue paper. Each individual leaf was gently pressed home, then the tissue pealed away. All that was left was a fan of six perfect leaves in gold. It was extraordinary. Titian was asked to stand up. She turned to look in the mirror again. She burst into tears at how beautiful the effect was. She was told that they would be very delicate, but she rushed into the kitchen to show everybody. There was more clapping, and her mother rushed to give her a huge hug. She was stopped at arms length. Titian did not want her erotic flowers damaged. They bent to kiss. They were all ready for the party, and the guests to arrive. To be continued……. Dear Reader: Gussie would love comments, and your votes! © Copyright Gussie – July 2003 Piercing for National Nude Day Ch. 07 Dear readers: You may be totally confused by this story. If you are please read the sequences leading up to Saturday Evening following Nude Monday. OUR FIRST NUDE BARBEQUE. The idea of barbequing in the nude thrilled, and amused, us all. After discussions in the kitchen it was agreed that Parlour Girl would have her outer nipple bars replaced by two loops. Her apron would then be tied to her tits through the loops. She was having nothing of this, and invented a very erotic alternative. Two large, nappy sized, stainless steel safety pins were found. They first passed through the fabric of the apron, then through the completely mature holes in her nipples. She had stretched these hard earlier in the day, so the pins went through with ease. The point then passed back through the material. Both nipples were pinned up immediately. She looked immensely sexy with two huge safety pins holding the “bib” of the apron to her nipples. All agreed that we should wear aprons in the new Parlour, and that they should be held in the same way. Of course, they would be printed with the Sunburst Motive, and should be transparent, or semi-transparent! She continued to be able to wear all her other jewellery, her gold collar, to which her Mistress added a length of looped chain, her butt plug, her cunt plug, and clit cap, were in place, around her neck, in her arse, and her cunt. Her breasts were held in their gold cages. All, except the collar, were held in position by other bars in different piercings. She had worn her labia stretching weights all day. Both lips were looking divine. They were stretching well. She asked to keep them on. She had particularly loved the stretching sensation when they went shopping, and visited the Parlour to put up the notices. She was becoming addicted to swaying her hips as she walked nude in public. She worked out how to make the weights swing freely between her legs as she walked. Other shoppers had gasped as they saw how little she wore. She described, to her Mistress, my Partner, how she had loved the feeling of the weights dragging along the floor of the workshop as she sat facing her new friend, prior to her bringing to her climax. Then the entire group turned on me. It was as though I was the odd man out again, detached from the conversations, and their scheming. I could not wait for the other male guests to arrive to address the balance! I would also have safety pins through my original horizontal piercings. These would also hold my apron. The apron was fitted, and scissors found to trim the top edge. I was not fully sure why, but there was much giggling. Then they devised an extra twist. The scissors cut a hole at the same height as my penis. This was only done after Chestnut had knelt in front of me, and sucked me to the horizontal. My Partner cut a slightly small round hole in the apron. Chestnut pushed my penis through until the material was hard against my hairless pubic area. She wetted my cock again, and pushed the cock ring completely home so that the apron was pinned behind the inner curved shape. My erection amused all the girls. It was huge, and not helped when Titian’s Mother knelt in front of me, to inspect it all. She took the hood into her mouth, and nibbled it divinely. I would have to take great care, of my continuously erect member, as I cooked! I was told to look at myself in the mirror. The girls had chosen to modify one of those aprons that have a nude female body printed on the outer surface. I remembered that we had two in the kitchen. It had been cut so that the nipples exactly coincided with the safety pins through my own nipples, and my penis stuck out just below the printed, very voluptuous, completely naked cunt. I supposed that it was rather like my penis sticking out between Chestnut’s legs, when the huge Dildo was buried completely in her arse. Then only the tip was visible, now I was fully exposed! A printed suspender belt and stockings rounded off the whole apron, with the belt straps continuing behind above my arse to clip together as if it was a proper suspender belt. We had created another fashion item for the new business! Titian’s Mother suggested that I wore a proper suspender belt and stockings, but I drew the line at cross-dressing! The first guest to arrive was Titian’s Boyfriend, the one from our first nude dinner outing with Chestnut the night before. We could hardly believe that so much had happened in the last 24 hours. He had arrived in a very dapper silk dressing gown, and immediately appeared far more mature than Titian. He was instantly nicknamed “TB”, standing for Titian’s Boyfriend, but stated that he would prefer to be called “TF”. He had driven in his, beautifully restored, open, MG “TF” sports car from the nineteen fifties! He was not remotely shy at stripping off, so was immediately at ease completely nude. He had a fine, muscular, tanned body. We both went out to inspect his car. It was a rare model, with wire wheels, when the majority had disc wheels. The windscreen was folded flat, and two small aero-screens were mounted in front of the passenger and driver seats. The passenger area was covered by a black tonneaux. The car was bright red, and he was right to be proud of it. We talked as we looked at the car. It fast became apparent that he had been trying to “bed” Titian for sometime, and that she was holding out against him. This was very intriguing to me, and he had discussed it with Titian’s Mother. She was astonished that her child remained a virgin. We already knew that he had dared Titian to come bare breasted to the restaurant the night before, but he was completely overcome to see her totally nude for the first time. He wanted to touch her. It was forbidden……….for the time being! Except that he was allowed to run his fingers over her puffy gold bound breasts, and to touch her nipples. He ran his fingers, with expert ease, around the gold wire bindings from the edge of her breasts. He moved to the bare skin that led to her pert erect teat ends. She wriggled with delight! I stared hard at her tight crack. She was very aroused. It glistened. His erection was immediately enormous. It would do him good to wait! We equipped him with another apron like mine. This time it was tied conventionally, with a halter strap around his neck and the belt around his slim waist. He would help me with the cooking. The front door bell rang again. We realised that it might be Titian’s Mother’s mysterious guest. So I left “TF” preparing the cooking fire, with the front of the apron skirt still tented by his erection. I opened the door. There was a chorus of gasps, followed by a shriek, and a peal of laughter. There was more shrieking, then clapping. Our lawyer, and his rather staid, prim, wife, was standing in front of me. It appeared that he had dragged her out to meet us on Saturday evening. He took the chance that we might want to talk about the new business. He also hoped that we might be continuing our nude experiences. I had told him, but he had not told her! I said, “Come in, both of you. You are welcome to share our barbeque, but if you stay, you must be nude.” An argument immediately started. He began to unbutton his shirt. She was wearing a simple dress that buttoned down the front. It remained completely buttoned. She began to object, so I led them to our Master Bedroom to sort themselves out. I did not introduce them to others in our party. Immediately we three were alone she began to mellow. She asked to look at my piercings, and was astonished that my apron was held on by safety pins through my nipples. She was fascinated at the gold shields behind the inner bars. She had never seen a cock ring. I was explaining that it helped to keep me erect when the front door bell rang again. I went to the front door. A male version of Titian was standing before me. He was a medium height, perfectly formed Adonis. I assumed that he was a twenty something young man, but he looked like a tall fourteen or fifteen years old. His skin was completely unblemished, he was totally hairless, in that he had no pubic hair, no body, or chest hair, and, as we discovered later, no under arm hair. I doubt that he needed to shave. He had an enormous penis. It hung down in a gentle curve. It was long, and thick, even when flaccid. He said, ”I have come to the party.” I welcomed him in, and he went straight to Titian’s Mother. He let out a small gasp when he say her dress, but kissed her hard, and full, on the mouth. Her hand went out to stroke his huge member. It had an immediate effect. He grew, and grew! He grew more when Titian’s Mother gently sank to her knees, and took the hood of his member in her delicate mouth. It was almost stretched obscenely, but slowly she began to suck at the ever enlarging end. He began to stick straight out, then to adopt a slight upward curve. Several inches were disappearing into her mouth when she suddenly stopped, patted his beautiful naked bum, and said, “We will complete that later.” For the moment he walked around proceeded by his huge, erect cock. In the meantime our lawyer had persuaded his wife that it all might be fun. He led her from the Master Bedroom. Both were totally naked, she had a gorgeous figure with small, pert, slightly upturned, nipples and breasts. Her bush was neatly tripped, and the same colour as her hair. She was very slim. She looked like an athlete, and was very attractive. I suddenly realised that we might have fun later! Cooking was going well, it was a fine warm evening, wine was flowing, and the buffet table was covered with salads, and a complete, cold, freshly cooked salmon. We were in for a good meal. The girls announced that all was ready. We were just about to sit down when Chestnut said that she would like to wear a butt plug during dinner. My Partner instructed her to fetch one from her supplies, and that she would like to fit it. Chestnut arrived carrying the same tub of lubricant that she had used when she asked me to force ten inches of dildo into her arse. She was carrying a beautiful butt plug; it widened fast at the start, but narrowed for a distance before forming a small flat head. She said that it was the one she often wore all day at work. She stood upright, bent forward at the waist, her wonderful breasts dangling, and swaying, gently. She placed her hands on her knees. My Partner asked Titian’s Mother was told to unscrew the top, then hold the tub. The tip of the plug was dipped into the lubricant. It was aligned with Chestnut’s gorgeous hole, and thrust in without ceremony. Chestnut did not flinch, and the lawyer’s wife gasped. Only the small, round, pink, flat head could be seen. It was all that stopped the whole plug vanishing into that wonderful hole. It would also allow her to press down, and move her insides. It looked beautiful, and Chestnut wriggled her appreciation, turning to thank my Partner with a kiss. We thought that all was ready, but Titian’s Mother had other ideas. She had noticed that my Partner was not wearing her nipple pins. She asked if she might try them. Parlour Girl fetched them from the Master Bedroom, and all the girls gathered around. This was to be a girl only thing. Her teats were sucked to their full, erect length, then both teats, and pins, were cleaned with disinfectant. Both nipples hardened more as the antiseptic evaporated off the ends. Titian’s Mother took a diamond in one hand, she held her nipple tight in the other, rolled it between her first finger and thumb, and simply plunged the fine point fully home. The gold buttercup end fitted beautifully. She plunged the next tip into her other nipple, and all the girls clapped. Adonis was the first to be shown. He was amazed! She looked spectacular, and told everybody that once the pins had been fully driven home she could not feel anything. She loved the sensation of the initial piercing, then she loved the look even more! THE DINNER PARTY GOES “HANDS FREE” This was duly done, so we sat down to Gazpacho, with a great Bay Area Semillon. Chestnut sat on my right, as she had at my desk during the afternoon. A totally naked, and still very shy Lawyer’s Wife sat on my left. I pulled out her chair for her to sit down, her arm brushed my ever erect penis, and she turned to look. It was only a few inches from her mouth. She blushed divinely, and very deeply. My view, over her shoulder, of bare breasts, and pert erect nipples, kept my erect with desire, and possible thoughts of things to come. Her husband sat on my Partner’s left, at the other end of the long table. A very demure Parlour Girl was sitting beside him. Adonis sat on her right, with Titian’s Mother beside him. I thought, wickedly, that TF should get to know Chestnut, so I placed him alongside her, with Titian opposite. He could lust to his heart’s content over her bound breasts, but he had also seen Chestnut plugged, and that would keep him thinking! It was a warm still evening so we ate by candlelight. After the soup people simply went to the buffet, and the barbeque hot plate to help themselves. A fine Napa Valley red went down by the bottle. Everybody began to loosen up. We ate in our large back yard, under our huge Pergola, to which we had done two things. Firstly shade from the sun came from two grape less vines that spread a canopy over the whole area. Grape bearing vines will always attract stinging insects. This was particularly relevant to us, now that we were all nude! The natural canopy also kept the heat in the evening. More importantly we had built the cross supports with parallel wood bars. Thermostatically controlled heaters came on as the evening temperature changed. The whole area would remain at the same temperature as long as we wanted, through the night if needs be. Conversation flowed, and, as I helped my self to “seconds” my glorious tousle haired partner arrived at my side. She whispered that lust was gaining the upper hand that our Lawyer had taken a shine to Parlour Girl, and several other movements had begun. I mentioned that I had noticed Chestnut actually pull herself hard down onto her seat, so driving her plug deeper, and that she held herself there for several seconds, wriggling with delight. I was sure that TF had noticed! My Partner then made a wonderful suggestion. We were all to go “Hands Free” for the pudding course. We had first eaten “Hands Free” in Bangkok. Thailand. Many Europeans, and Americans, go to these restaurants on the tourist’s route. Our introduction had been a great treat. We were taken out by an old friend, a Thai Chinese, Kun Charlie, who was very well known, and we suspect was a shareholder in the restaurant to which we went. We were the only non Thai in the whole place. We were treated to a spectacular banquet, at which we were not allowed to feed ourselves. At least one beautiful young Thai girl attended each of Kun Charlie’s guests. All the girls were stark naked, and without body hair! They fed us. We both found it totally erotic, and most of the food was eaten off a nipple or another part of the body. Kun Charlie assured us that all the girls were over eighteen years old, and that they were completely “clean”. We believed him, especially when he started to take food from the mouths of different girls, and from their intimate parts. My Partner was completely bowled over when puddings arrived with lashings of whipped cream. She was offered two wild strawberries, one on each nipple of a tiny Thai girl. I watched in awe as these two took each other to shattering orgasms as their eating progressed. The party went on through the night, as we expected ours would, especially if we went hands free! We were finishing the barbeque. Everybody helped clear everything away for a mountain of puddings, and deserts, that the girls had concocted. Then my Partner returned to the table and made a simple announcement. Nobody would be allowed to use their hands, or implements, spoons forks, knives, etc., to feed themselves from now on. The rules were that anybody could feed another person, with food placed by the person offering it on any part of their body. The food offered had to be taken. It was that simple! The game started a buzz of conversation, with the general opinion that it would be fun, especially if everybody went together to help themselves at the buffet table. There was much giggling and laughter as we did just that. Amazingly our Lawyer’s wife led the way. She placed a dollop of whipped cream on a very erect, pert, right nipple. She placed a small strawberry on the end. She turned, with a coquettish grin, and offered it to me, holding her breast in both hands. It was irresistible; I sucked the fruit off the teat. Then I gave it a small nibble and a good suck. She gasped with surprise, and began to giggle like a twelve year old schoolgirl. Her right nipple was considerably harder than her left, and her breasts wobbled seductively. Chestnut looked absolutely ravishing. She took another strawberry, dipped it in cream, and placed it on the upper curve of her left breast. It stayed there, so she took a raspberry, dipped it in cream, and placed it in a similar position on her right breast. She turned to offer both breasts to TF, pulling the end of each nipple with her first fingers and thumbs. TF had to move quickly. The fruits began to slide towards her nipples. There were peals of laughter, even from Titian, as he caught both morsels, and licked the upper curve of her breasts clean. His erection grew considerably. Titian and Parlour girl began to completely clear the table. The Parlour Girl asked her Mistress. She wanted to give us a display of “Hands Free” eating with Titian. Permission was given, so long as Parlour Girl did not have an orgasm. These two beautiful creatures selected a large bowl of fruits, and another of whipped cream. It was as though they had rehearsed every movement. They took a bowl each, and placed them side by side in the middle of the table. Then Titian climbed onto one end, and Parlour Girl onto the other. They spread their legs; Parlour girl lifted a weight and stretched her labia as she hung them over her delectable thighs. Both girls then wriggled forwards until the soles of each of their bare feet were hard against each other. Parlour Girl announced that she would start. She took the weight and chain from her right labia, and pulled it straight out towards Titian. She took a dollop of cream, when she was greatly stretched, and sexily set the weight, on a bed of cream, so that it continued to pull her. She did the same with the other weight, so both were parallel, lifted off the table, and stretching her to the full. She turned to her Mistress, and asked permission to unscrew the jewelled cap on her clit. Permission was given on condition that this did not lead to orgasm. She was warned. If it did, she would be punished! She leant forwards, the dangling weights in her nipples looking divine. She took a dainty spread of cream on one finger, then a cherry in her other. She stuck the cherry to the top of the weight, and continued a run of cream up to the grip on her lip. She stopped. She repeated all the sensual actions on the other chain. It was an invitation to Titian to arrive at her sex. She took a raspberry, and gently squashed it into the open end of her clit cap. She pressed hole another, then screwed the cap right home. Do not forget, Dear Reader, that this is a “Hands Free Meal”. She leant forward again, she took a large dollop of cream on the first finger of both hands, and applied most of it to each erect, and stretched, nipple. The rest became her lipstick. Then the sensual creature simply lay back on the table. Piercing for National Nude Day Ch. 07 She was ready to be eaten from the bottom up! She quietly whispered, “Will the men stretch me, like I was this morning. I loved it.” We all gathered around. My Partner, Chestnut, Lawyer Wife, and Titian’s Mother were there to see that it was fair play. A man took each corner. TF grabbed a foot, Adonis took the other, I held her right arm, and a Lawyer grasped her left. We stretched her. Before Titian could move the demure Lawyer Wife rushed forward to look closely at her jewelled sex. She turned to My Partner, to ask what each part was. The egg sized butt plug was explained; the cunt plug was graphically developed as the device that held all the sperm inside her. Lawyer Wife was astonished, and wanted to touch. She was strictly told that her turn might come. So she suddenly whispered, quietly to my Partner, that she might like to try a butt plug, and even to be pierced. She had come a long way in less than three hours. We stretched her even more as Titian began to move around the bowls of fruit, and cream. The men on her legs showed no mercy. They pulled her feet well wide of the top of the table until her legs were far past ninety degrees, and she was totally, and beautifully exposed. We reciprocated the pull, so that Parlour girl did not move, and the two weights stood erect ready to be eaten. Titian crawled slowly forwards, taking the opposite side to TF, with her bound breasts and nipples just touching the wood of the table. It was an obviously provocative movement, and kept her out of reach of her man. The girls gathered around as she took the first morsel into her mouth. The weight did not fall, so she slowly sucked it completely into her mouth. It was a very sensual movement, and only the chain was visible. She had obviously been considering her attack on Parlour Girl with great care. More chain disappeared into her mouth, none touched the table, and no cream was spilt. Suddenly we realised that she would lick the dimpled pool of cream off the table. It was totally removed. She then began to eat the chain into her mouth, slowly stretching the labia more, and approaching Parlour Girls cunt. She took all the chain into her mouth, then slowly released the clean gold as she pulled back. The girls stood mesmerised. The men had huge erections at this erotic display. She laid the weight down on the table, opened her mouth, and kissed it, while giving it a final tug away from Parlour Girl’s body. Then she repeated the whole action so that both chains were clean, and stretched to the same length. She remained on her knees between Parlour Girl’s stretched legs, her delectable arse high in the air, her unused, virgin, cunt lips now fully naked, and exposed to both TF, and Lawyer. These two men applied more sideways pressure to Parlour Girl’s already greatly stretched legs. She did not wince, until Titians tongue began to trace up the edges of her gold labia spreader. We realised that the men pulled harder on her legs to give themselves a better view of Titian’s wetness, of her cunt, and her arse. We realised that Titian was going to do everything she could to make Parlour Girl orgasm. She arrived at the Emerald cap, took it in her teeth and began to unscrew it. She gathered her wonderful flaming red hair, and held it away so that all could see. Her Mother gently took it all so that she could rest both hands either side of Parlour Girls tiny waist. The cap was undone; it was sucked clean, and deposited in the belly button. Then the fun started as Titian returned to the raspberries. She did not suck them straight out. Her pointed tongue darted here and there, and into the red filled hole. Morsels began to come out and to spill onto Parlour Girl’s skin. Her mouth descended over the entire tip. It was obvious to all that the little vixen was blowing slightly into the hole. Parlour Girl was wriggling and moaning in ecstasy. An orgasm was approaching nearer, and nearer, and there was little that she could do about it. Suddenly the girls realised that the men might be getting hungry. Each girl, my Partner, Titian’s Mother, the surprising Lawyer Wife, and Chestnut applied cream, and fruit, to their nipples. They walked to each of us in turn, holding their beautiful breasts up for us to feed. They did this twice, then fed each other, before returning to feed us again. We were all becoming very aroused. All cocks were standing to attention, and all their nipples were totally hard. While all this went on Titian finally completed her clit and hood cleaning. She retrieved the cap, pressed the now very erect clit back into its hole with her tongue, and screwed the cap tightly back in place. Parlour girl was on the edge of an orgasm, and we knew that her nipples might send her over the top. We were beginning to wonder about her punishment. Titian’s tongue traced a line up the middle of her flat stomach to the beginning of her breast cages. She then meandered around the base of each cage, stroking the skin where flat chest turned into breast. Parlour Girl was heading towards ecstasy. She traced her tongue towards a teat, withdrew just as she reached the edge, the frontier, and started on the other one. Parlour girl was murmuring and wriggling. She was trying to drive her butt plug deeper into her arse, but to no avail. She was virtually on a rack as four men pulled on both arms and both legs. Her butt was almost clear of the table. The four girls, my Partner, Titian’s Mother, the surprising Lawyer Wife, and Chestnut began their rounds again. They were becoming more and more aroused at this spectacle of the young pleasuring themselves. More cream, and fruit was applied to engorged nipples. Breasts were being massaged, sensually. Nipples were pulled long before the food of love was applied. Then they walked, skipped and provocatively danced up to each of us in turn, holding their bodies up for us to feed. Chestnut started a variant; she applied a dollop of cream to her butt plug, and presented it to me. She bent over to hold her feet, with her arse facing me. I saw that delectable bum again, with all ten inches of dildo deep in it. I saw her open after her orgasm. Somehow I bent, without reducing, or changing the pull on Parlour Girl’s arm. I licked her clean and rimmed her anal area, licking slowly around the tiny pink rim of the plug. She wriggled her appreciation, planted a huge kiss on my mouth, re-creamed her arse, and presented it to my Partner. It was cleaned and rimmed again with appreciative gurgles from both women. That started a run of variations. Firstly Lawyer Wife was quite an athlete. She pressed two, or three, cherries into her crack, and added cream deep into her trimmed bush. We wondered what she might do next. She added cream to the underside of her nipples. Now all were interested, except for the two girls pleasuring themselves on the table. She pressed a red currant into the cream under each teat, then she bent over backwards. She arched over, and over with the consummate skill of somebody who had done it many times before. Her arms were over her head, they moved slowly, gracefully, to the ground. It would have been an amazing sight had she been wearing a leotard. It was an astonishing, wonderful, naked sight. She dropped daintily into the crab position, with her hands and feet on the floor. She was quite close to her husband, so she simply walked to him. Her stomach was so flat that you could have eaten a meal off it. Her bush was full of cream, like the lacy edge of a tablecloth, starting at the edge where her stomach stopped. She arrived in front of him. He went through the contortions that I had made for Chestnut’s meal. He began to suck and lick her bush clean, scooping the cherries from her crack with his tongue. He continued to hang onto Parlour Girl’s leg with all his might, actually stretching her further, and we realised that Lawyer Wife was rushing to an orgasm. My Partner, that divine girl, rushed to her. She took one of her own nipples in one hand. She fed it to the mouth of the upside down head. The amazing athlete lifted one hand from the ground. She was balanced on her feet and one hand. She grabbed her small breast, her ever enlarging teat, the cream and the red berry. She pushed it into my Partner’s mouth. It was sucked clean, and sucked on, until the other nipple was offered. The woman was in ecstasy; she crashed over the top to a tremendous orgasm, shuddering, and crying, with pleasure. Arms steadied her, then offered to bring her back to upright. No way! She swung herself daintily up, and back onto her two feet. She sank to her knees shuddering and sobbing with pleasure. Finally she rose. She was, not surprisingly, very flushed as she went round thanking, and kissing all her helper participants. It was the first orgasm of the night. Meanwhile Titian was continuing her ministrations, she was approaching the stretched, and erect teats, Parlour Girl’s crowning glory. She took her left nipple in her mouth. She sucked the sweet fruit, and the cream off, slid her mouth down the engorged nipple, and sucked hard. Parlour Girl gasped. She locked her teeth behind the first piercing, took all the jewellery in her mouth, bit hard, and then pulled very hard. The whole teat stretched obscenely, and Parlour Girl knew that she was beaten. She would orgasm soon. She wondered what her punishment would be. Titian did not spare her friend; she was also wondering about punishment, and beginning to think that she like the idea of being a slave herself. She stood up, dodged the various women, who continued to watch for fair play, as they fed each other, and the men who continuously stretched the gorgeous girl. She climbed onto the table at the head of the girl. She deliberately lifted, and moved, her tiny gold bound breasts over the face. She took one teat in her hand, and fed it to the closed mouth of her friend. She rubbed it to and fro along the sealed cream covered lips. Her teat grew harder, fuller. The lips parted, and the end went in as far as the gold wire binding, just as Titian stretched her mouth to the right nipple, with the last morsel of fruit, and cream. They both sucked together, and Parlour Girl shuddered all over. She had arrived at a shattering orgasm! They continued to suck, nipple and nipple, as the men release their cruciform hold. Titian’s bum was sticking far into the night air, and “Hands Free” rules were breaking down. My Partner completed the rot when she lathered the upturned arse in cream, spreading it as deep as possible into the virgin’s cunt, and pressing it into her tiny anus. She invited all the men to clean it up, but said that TF should bring her to orgasm. Titians nipple was beginning to become totally engorged. It was bulging out from the wire bindings. So Parlour Girl began to suck on the other teat. She left the first one very wet, and continued to run her fingers around it, occasionally pinching the tip. I partnered Lawyer on the first bout of licking clean. Titian arched her back further, bushing her bottom further into the air to expose the whole length of her tight crack. Lawyer went fishing, he found her clit, and sucked it completely into his mouth. He chewed, nibbled and bit it. It was likely to be her first experience of this, and she went wild. I contented myself with stroking her inner thighs, as I opened her anus with a slightly bigger finger than was first used. She squealed, from pleasure, and not from pain. I did not pass her sphincter, but pressed two grapes into her hole. We whispered that none would approach her still intact hymen. Then Adonis and TF took over. Her wet clit was now visible. TF went fishing, and treated her most private parts to the same cycle of pleasures that Lawyer had given her. Adonis ran his long fingers all over her lower body. She was fast approaching orgasm. This came when TF finally rimmed her anus, before sticking his remarkably long tongue completely into her tight little hole. He caught his fish, sucking the grapes out, and ate them. She was a screamer. She yelled so loudly that the neighbours would have heard had they been near. She pulled away from Parlour Girl’s biting teeth, and mouth. She knelt upright on the end of the table, with her beau still buried, so deep into her anal cleft, that his nose was not visible. He had a hand on both hips, and held her tight to his face. He lifted her off the table as she stopped shuddering, and turned her around high in the air. She looked truly beautiful, spectacular, with her Titian Red hair cascading everywhere. He lowered her down, her legs running either side of his penis. She continued down until her cunt was touching his huge member. We could see him jutting out beyond her legs. Her hugely engorged teats were squashed, turned upwards against his chest. Her nipples must have been close to his. He bent his head, and they kissed. He broke from her lips, and kissed each eye, with great tenderness. He began to move, his penis rubbing along her soaking cunt, ready to enter. She whispered, so only those very close could hear, “No! I will allow you in there when, and if we marry, but I would like you to take my Anal Cherry tonight. Parlour Girl loved it, and I know that I will.” This would be fun, but there were many things to do before, including the punishment of Parlour Girl by her Mistress. THE PUNISHMENT OF PARLOUR GIRL, AND THE FIRST ANAL PENETRATIONOF THE NIGHT The punishment, for having an orgasm without permission, would be quite sever. She would take no more part in the night’s activities. All her jewellery was to be removed, including all her piercing bars, and her gold collar. Hooks were to be inserted into her hood, and her clit holes. Other hooks were to be inserted into her inner, vertical nipple piercings, and she was to be strapped down, on the table, in the cruciform pattern that the men had held her. Finally she was to be gagged and blindfolded, and anybody could use her for anything, except sex, and she must not orgasm again. My partner, her Mistress, first removed the large nappy sized safety pins that were through her nipples, and her apron. Then she stripped off all the jewellery. Her cunt was soaking wet as the plug was pulled out. No mercy was shown as the egg was tugged out of her anal hole. All piercings were bare, and all the watching men had huge erections. She looked so divine, but the clips on her labia stretching weights remained in position! It was like an officer being stripped of all rank after a Courts Martial. She was told to lay arms, and legs, outstretched on the bare wood of the table. Padded leather cuffs were strapped to her wrists and ankles. Rope was tied through the outer loops of all the cuffs, and she was pulled tight to the four corners of the trestle table. A spreader bar was fetched, and adjusted to her ankles. She was set in a single position. All the hooks were inserted. This made the sexy young woman wriggle. She was told that each hook was to be connected to a fine thread, then passed over one of the bars of the Pergola above her head. Just enough weights would be added to her nipple hooks to begin to extend her teats. Then suddenly her Mistress had a new thought. She vanished for a few seconds, returning with the two nipple extender tubes. These were fitted over each nipple, and adjusted so that nearly an inch of each teat was sucked into the tubes. Parlour Girl winced, and continued to do so when the pulling threads were weighted. Her breasts stretched, and looked divine. Heavier weights would be added to her clit and hood piercings, and the threads would pull these in opposite directions. She was masked, using one of the original masks that started our games, when I pierced my Partners Nipples, and we began to play pierce. She was gagged with a ball gag. There was one more thing to do. Her Mistress pulled quite severely on her left labia clip, and undid it at the same time. Blood coursed into the long distended flap for the first time in hours. It must have been agony. She bit hard on her gag. I was amazed when mistress was even harder on the second clip. She tightened it slightly, and left it a little time before releasing it. Parlour Girl was anticipating pain, but like the first. This was worse. She bit harder still into her gag. She was learning to do what she was told. Her nipples extenders, clitoris, and hood were hung up, both the latter stretching far. She would set the weights moving, swaying from side to side, with any movements. She was left. We all moved away, but remained close enough for her to hear what was going on. The first person to move was Lawyer Wife. She announced that she was enjoying herself immensely, and had never had such a wonderful orgasm as the one where we all help. Now she wanted to try anal sex. She said that she would start with her husband, but was very nervous. He was standing close to me, and whispered, in my ear, that she had never dared before, as it was “dirty”. My Partner proposed that I had anal sex with her at the same time as Lawyer and his wife. Chestnut chipped in to help. She fetched her case of dildos, plugs, and creams. We set up two huge blow up mattresses on the ground. I found dozens of pillows, rugs, and cushions. Lawyer Wife knelt on the ground in doggy position, on her hands, and knees. Chestnut came behind her, and began to lube her arse. She pushed a single middle finger fully into her hole, and began to rotate it. Lawyer wife began to wriggle. She announced, to all, that she found the feeling wonderful. So Chestnut moved gracefully around, with her finger still deep in her arse. Finally her head was between the athletes spread legs. Lawyer Wife’s cunt was just above her face, so she wriggled her knees to move it closer to the waiting mouth. It amazed us that Chestnut had not taken her finger from the anal hole while moving so divinely. Lawyer was astounded. He was also becoming huge, much larger than the dildo that he hoped to see enter his wife’s anal passage at any moment. He had arrived a few hours ago, only hoping that we might be nude. Now his prudish wife was being led stark naked into lesbian sex with an astoundingly beautiful young woman covered in exquisite gold jewellery. Chestnut lay stretched out in front of Lawyer Wife, who moved around so that her hands were either side of the gorgeous, rounded, brown, breasts. Chestnut’s tongue came out, and it began to trace the length of Lawyer Wife’s crack, and circle her cunt hole. She began to delve into the trimmed bush, to find her clit. Once it was discovered it was pulled and nibbled. At the same time she removed her finger from the woman’s arse, groped around until she found the dildo that she had selected, and plunged the end into the tub of lubrication cream. She swung the tip around, and did not look to take aim. After all, she had years of experience taking lonely aim at her own anus. Her hand swung in an arch, and the dildo was buried four or five inches into a delectable, slim, athletic, arse. I doubt any of us had expected what happened next. It was a vibrator of some quality, and Chestnut simply turned it on, while burying her mouth into the cunt above her face. Lawyer Wife went wild. She forced herself onto Chestnuts face until some of us though that she might suffocate. Her right hand flew to her arse, and she rammed the entire dildo completely into her own virgin anal hole. She screamed, “Turn it up, please, turn it up.” This was impossible, so she stretched forward, over Chestnuts belly, for Chestnuts anal plug. She wanted to return the pleasures as much as she could. She began to press and release the tip of the plug. Piercing for National Nude Day Ch. 07 It must have given Chestnut a wonderful sensation, her anal passage moving her vagina, and her womb, back and forth. Chestnut brought her legs up, and arched her back to meet the groping hand. Lawyer Wife had yet to kiss a cunt, but it was too much for Lawyer, and he did not let her. He mover in front of his wife, between Chestnut’s legs, he sank to his knees, with his huge erection moving nearer, and nearer, to her mouth. It opened, and he thrust himself forward in a straight line. It was possible to see movement on her throat as he thrust in. She gagged. He withdrew, and spat on his exposed cock, before driving fully home, full deep into her throat. His balls were against her chin; her nose was buried into his bush. He held her head. She gagged again, and her face became flushed. He withdrew completely. He forced himself home again, almost raping her mouth. The dildo began to slip from her arse at the same time, and we all knew where his penis was going next. Brilliant Chestnut continued to pleasure the woman. The husband moved behind his wife, he aligned the head of his member, and decided that ceremony was not required. He went home for his first visit. His single, non-stop, thrust sent Lawyer Wife galloping over the top to a thunderous climax that paled her first into the shadows. It was combined with Chestnut grabbing a complete breast in either hand. She let each slip through her closing fingers until only the whole teat was left. She gripped both with all her might’ and pulled as hard as she could. Lawyer Wife howled in ecstasy. At the start of all this my Partner, and I, had moved to sit close to Parlour girls bound body. She simple sat down on my member, forcing it straight into her cunt. She wriggled a while, then lifted her body, took my penis in her hand, took aim, and descended completely home into her anal hole. We were bare skin to bare skin, with my penis deep in her arse. She lent close to her slave, and whispered, in her ear, that she loved anal sex, and was having it with me. She left the girl to ponder what she was missing. We frogmarched away, with my penis still buried deep in her rear. We went to see if we could help with Chestnut, and her new friends. As we approached the developing scene, I realised what she wanted to do. I was in complete concurrence. She sank down to the floor, just short of Chestnut’s knees. I dropped with her, and we remained coupled. She fell forwards onto her hands. I moved with her. She continued to move forwards, aiming at Chestnut’s delectable sex, complete with her butt plug, gold chains, and full pubic bush. Her face plunged into the glorious, curly, chestnut coloured undergrowth. She found her target at her first strike, and began to pleasure an already engorged clit. My Partner was now lying flat on her stomach, her favourite position for anal sex. I straddled her, just keeping my penis in its home. I dropped onto my hands, my feet between her legs. I was fully engorged and vertical, so I began press ups, straight into her arse. Chestnut looked down, to whisper. “Thank You.” then she continued her mission. She chewed, she pulled, she ran her teeth over the whole length, then she held the tip, and sucked hard. She was an expert, and experts produce miracles. We all had to come together, man with woman, woman with woman, and man with woman. I knew that we could orgasm with my penis in her arse, especially in this position. I pressed hard on her cunt, and her womb. I knew that her experience would bring Chestnut to the same point, and I knew that her understanding would bring Lawyer Wife to a climax as we came. Would Lawyer come with us? Some of us had already heard Chestnut sing. It started again, deed in her stomach. Now I knew that one day, son, I would have to have my ear pressed hard against her chest as she rushed headlong to an orgasm. It was a delight. Last time it was Mimi, and Carmen. This time she was flighty, she was Dorabella, she was Constanza, the typical Mozart heroine. We listened in awe as she ranged. She sounded wonderful, completely full of life. We watched as she sang her way through, and of, her new love of every day. It was less than a week. It was a miracle of sex. She came as the first peaks of Lawyer Wife’s howling began to subside. I began to spurt cum deep into my Partner’s bowels. I felt her shudder, and grind, herself into the hard ground beneath the blanket on which she was lying. I could almost feel her pubic bone pressing down. She was cumming with me. Later Lawyer explained how he came at the same time. He was ramming, in and out, of his wife’s tight, virgin, anal hole. He saw Chestnut’s head buried, where no woman, or no man, had ever been before. He watched her almost tear his wife’s teats from her breasts, and he came. He came deep, deep in her arse, as we all began to cum, all five in a union of love, and sex. Lawyer described, almost as if he was presenting a brief, how load, after load, shot from his pulsing cock into a place where he had never been before. He was amazed that she took him. He was shaken that nothing was spilt, that her passage simply absorbed it all. He stayed hard, with his pubic hair fast against her bum. His hands tight were on her hips pulling her to him for a long time. He did not shrink. TITIAN’S PERFECT ANAL PENETRATION So what were TF and Titian doing; what was becoming of Adonis, and Titian’s Mother, while the other five were all coupled together? Firstly they watched the five begin to couple. Secondly quite an argument developed between Titian and TF. He wanted to have vaginal sex. He wanted to break her hymen, as he realised that I had done to Parlour Girl earlier that very same day. She simply said, “No!” Her mother was in complete agreement. A compromise was reached. They would all watch the spectacle developing between Lawyer, his wife, Chestnut, and my Partner and I. Then they would become involved with Titian surrendering her anal cherry to a rampant TF. Titian’s Mother wanted to have sex with Chestnut, so life would become very interesting. She would have Adonis at the same time. They also agreed, in whispers, that they would play with Parlour Girl. They tiptoed up to her table. She might have been asleep, but she would not be for much longer. The two girls went either side of her chest; they bent very carefully, ensuring that no hair fell onto her. Titian’s Mother took the weight end of her side of the nipple extender tubes in her right hand. Titian did the same. They wet the first fingers of their left hands, and began to describe circles around the base of her breast. At the same time they gently began to pull harder and harder on the nipple extenders. Parlour Girl was instantly awake. The two men went to her thighs. They also wetted their fingers, and slowly, softly stroked the tips of both hands towards her sex. She was alive, and wriggling. She lifted her hips, and forced her thighs apart. The men traced to her naked lips, withdrew, wetted their hands again, and completed their slow circle of her inner and outer lips. Not a word was said, but just before they left, Titian’s Mother tweaked both the nipple extenders. Her teats were almost a quarter of an inch longer. She was biting into her gag as they withdrew and tiptoed away to watch the five climaxes. The spectacle was too much for them all. TF began to suck on Titians bound breasts. He had seen how they grew, tightening against the pliable warm gold. He nibbled, and bit onto her teat ends. He stated that he wanted her to have the temporary jewellery made into permanent designs for their next visit to the Restaurant. He was preparing her. Likewise Adonis played with the diamonds in Titian’s Mother’s teat ends. He pressed then quite hard into her breasts. She loved the feeling, and had also decided that she would have a pair for herself. Slowly the others came down from orgasm after orgasm. There was a wonderful smell of sex, of cum, and cunt juices. There was much kissing and cuddling. A silent awe began to come over them all. They had all cum together, when many never manage it alone as single couples. Suddenly the five became concerned that other guests were waiting. Chestnut led the way, as we all uncoupled and stretched. She had wind of what had been happening between Titian, and TF, and she realised that Titian’s Mother wanted to make love to her, while being fucked by her Adonis. She said that she wanted to try two things. She explained to Adonis, to Lawyer, and his wife, and to TF, that I had fucked her in the anus with the ten inch dildo. Now she wanted to try the horse sized one. Wickedly she suggested that, once she was coupled, she should fuck TF in the arse with the other dildo, while he took Titian’s virgin hole. She proposed that Titian’s Mother fucked her in her anus with the huge cock, while Adonis fucked his lover. It looked to be another five person sandwich, with the glorious Chestnut the meaty morsel in the middle as before. This might appear selfish, but why? All the men wanted to see the enormous cock in her arse, and she knew it! She fetched the huge thing, and the one that I had used during the afternoon. It really was enormous. To illustrate its size she held it against her cunt. It was parallel almost to her knees. It had no balls, but a very beautiful skin coloured soft leather harness. She was as matter of fact as she had been at my desk earlier. She dipped her fingers into the lube, stretched behind herself, and pulled the butt plug out. She did not grimace. She stuck her oiled fingers into her anus before it began to think of closing. She began with four, and rotated them as far as she could. She took more goo, and filled her bum again. We felt that her whole fist could have gone in. She asked Titian’s Mother to push the ten inches fully home. I had flashbacks of the afternoon, and my partner grabbed my cock to hold it. We were all very excited as the whole cock was levelled against her arse, and disappeared. Two hands steadied it, so that it was a seamless push. Titian’s Mother pulled it out, all the way, dipped the tip deep into the pot of lubricant, then added more to the open hole with her fingers. This time she did not push it all the way. It went in about five inches, rather as Chestnut had done to me as I wore the harness, and my penis first slid under her sopping cunt. She rotated it, then took it right out. The huge horse dildo was very stiff. Chestnut asked her partner in the exercise to hold it upright between her legs. She moved her still open hole until it was directly above the heavily lubricated head. She dropped down very slowly. None of us had ever seen anything like this, not even on the best porno movies. She did not make a sound. She simply wriggled, and added more pressure. Her anus looked as though it would tear, but it did not. Suddenly the head popped in, and she sank down about four inches onto the huge shaft. It was the diameter of a wine bottle, and almost as unforgiving. She sank further, then paused. Again I was reminded of the afternoon. I described it to my Partner, who had only arrived, with Titian’s Mother when all ten inches were deep in her arse. It was obviously her way. She sank further; five, six, seven, eight inches disappeared into her stretched hole. Still more than half was outside her body. Nobody believed that she would take it all. She stood up, the huge object jutting out from her arse at quite an angle. She said that it was filling her with air, pushing a great wedge into her intestines. She waddled to the end of the table to which Parlour Girl was strapped. She bent over, and asked Titian’s mother to fit the harness to herself, as carefully as she could. She also asked my Partner to fit the smaller dildo to her waist. Suddenly Chestnut had a cock like dildo sticking straight out of her glorious fur. It even looked like a real cock, surrounded by a curly, chestnut bush. She had a huge cock in her arse that was now being fitted to her new friend. This was done, more lube was applied to the exposed body, and Chestnut asked for it to be driven home as far as she could take it. Titian’s Mother withdrew two or three inches, then moved in nine, ten, eleven, and twelve inches. We were entering new territory. TF asked if he could fuck Titian. We were amazed when Lawyer Wife asked if she could help. She was very gentle and considerate, she lubricated a single finger, asked Titian to use both hands to stretch her bum, then she slowly pushed home. There was surprisingly little resistance, but the finger was very long and slim. She rotated it, and moved in and out. Titian did not object, so a second finger was lubricated, and gently opened her up. Titian’s eyes glazed over slightly as this happened. She said nothing, and she wriggled. She asked for a third finger to stretch her. This went all the way home. She turned to the patiently waiting TF, and said, “The next time I want you.” TF had already expressed doubts about having a ten inch dildo stuck up his arse, so he approached Titian with great consideration. Lawyer wife removed her fingers for the last time; she took more goo, and covered TF in it, making quite a mess. She bent down to kiss the tip. She licked pre-cum from his hole. Lawyer gasped in astonishment at the change in his prudish wife. Titian knelt on a mattress, and TF dropped to his knees behind her. Lawyer Wife took control, guiding the tip to where her fingers had just been. TF pushed very gently, and slipped slowly into the virgin’s arse. At about three inches the girl gasped, but that was all. My Partner, and Lawyer Wife, became matrons, rather as had happened when I took Parlour girl for the first time. Slowly TF sank into her tender, small hole. It must have been immensely tight. He stopped at about half way, and withdrew an inch or two. Titian gasped again, but then she began to smile. She pushed back herself, moving past the deepest point, and on into the unknown. She was enjoying the sensations. Two people were now experiencing unknown sexual feelings. TF and Titian moved together, both pushing in unison, until his penis was totally in her arse. She turned to him and whispered, “Parlour Girl was right, this is going to be wonderful. They started to fuck. All this time Titian’s Mother had been fucking Chestnut’s arse. We had no idea how much more she could take. She simply stood, like she had done in the afternoon. She gripped the end of the table close to Parlour Girl’s head. She bent forward to whisper, in the nearest ear, of the bound girl, that she was being arse fucked by a girl. Then she stood up. I have always felt that many girls especially like the sensation of a cock in their anus as they stand up. It pushes the member forward internally onto the vagina and womb. It seems to heighten sensations. Chestnut obviously felt this. She took the penis strapped to her waist, and turned to Titian’s Mother to say that TF might like it. TF was close to ecstasy. He might! So they moved together behind him. Very gingerly they knelt down together. The false cock was close to TF’s back, when he realised that it might soon go into him. He did not flinch. My guess is that he had been there before. My Partner re-lubricated the member, and Chestnut slowly pushed it in. He gasped. It was obviously very big for him, but he slowly took it all. It passed his sphincter, was pulled out, and pressed on home. Finally he could feel the luxuriant bush that surrounded Chestnut’s sex. It was hard against the cheeks of his bum. She was where she wanted to be, and with another dildo up her anal passage. The dildo strapped to Titian’s Mother, and in Chestnut’s arse, had hardly moved as they aligned themselves behind TF. The three began to fuck in earnest when all were aligned, and all had found a good, comfortable, level. Titian was kneeling, doggy style, in front of her partner. He was buried to the hilt, and stroking in and out about half his length. She was pushing back to meet his inward thrust. Glorious Chestnut was on her knees, buried ten inches into his bum, and stroking half in and out in unison. Titian’s Mother was kneeling on a pile of cushions, with the enormous horse dildo pressed so far into Chestnut that it was unreal. My guess was that it was around sixteen inches long, and it had almost completely disappeared up he anal passage. Now it was Adonis’ chance to fuck Titian’s Mother. Initially he was not sure if he should stuff her cunt or her arse. She lent far over Chestnut, holding onto her hips. Adonis level himself behind her. He was kneeling on the ground. His huge member was almost ready. My Partner whispered that he should wait a while. She dropped onto all fours, rolled her head to the ground and gathered him into her mouth. He grew bigger still. She stayed on her knees, took his member in her hands and bent it into the cunt. He lunged forwards. Many inches shot into the wonderful curvaceous body in front of him. He pulled out for a microsecond and went completely home. Titian’s Mother gasped, she pushed back on him, and must have had a spectacularly deep hole. They did not fuck for long, before she turned and said, “Adonis, my love, please abuse my arse.” My Partner had been anticipating that this might happen. She pulled him free, lubed his huge cock from Chestnut’s pot, and began to feed him into her anus. They had obviously made this trip before. He slipped past her sphincter without a pause, yet this member was not only long, it was thick. Suddenly, almost unbelievably there were, again, five people experiencing, and coupled, for anal sex. I did not fancy fucking Adonis in the arse, but Lawyer, and I, realised that there were mouths to feed. We wanted all five to cum together, and there were two more helpers. My Partner, and our surprising Lawyer Wife, would orchestrate it all. Ever the true Gentleman, inspite of the way that he had assaulted his wife’s mouth, Lawyer asked Chestnut if she would like to suck his cock. She nodded. He stood astride TF, and she simply took his member into her mouth. I had noticed that he had thoughtfully washed himself in the pool changing room, but I also knew, from experience, that Chestnut would have taken him as he was. He lent forwards slightly, and took the weight of Chestnut’s glorious breast in his hands. They all swung together. My Partner decided that she would be best used pleasuring Titian’s Mothers Cunt with her left hand, while she stretched between Chestnut’s legs to find her clitoris. She worked them both in unison. I whispered in Titian’s Mother’s ear to ask if she minded if I took her daughter’s mouth rather than hers. She nodded that she though that I should queue jump. So I went to the front, knelt before the beautiful Titian haired girl. Her mane was all over her face. I grabbed it, and pulled her head backwards. She opened her eyes, saw my penis a few inches away as she pushed back onto TF. She did not move backwards as he pulled out then began to lunge forwards again. She simply opened her mouth in anticipation of my cock. I went in a long way. She smiled as I pulled out, and her tongue followed my tip as it cleared her mouth. She remained still as I lunged further into her throat. I pulled out and was still, reaching around her shoulders, bending forwards towards TF. He looked close to cumming. She might have been near, but I could not tell, so I took her teats and began to work them, to milk them, and to stimulate her. TF’s experience told, he reached around to play her clit. We had her cumming with us. Titian was sucking my cock with great tenderness; I was still in her mouth, she moved with TF. I watched my Partner pleasure the first two girls. Now we had all five running their marathon together. We watched all with enormous pleasure. Piercing for National Nude Day Ch. 07 National Nude Day had completely changed our lives. Probably the most surprising was Lawyer Wife. She walked up to TF, leant to his chest and began to nibble on his nipples. He took his free hand, and held her head to his chest. How did she know to do this? How did she realise that many men love to have their nipples sucked hard as they cum to their climax? It might have been intuition, but I began to wonder about her secret life………..! Now we were all involved, except for the lonely slave. She would be able to hear the rising crescendo of sex, of the sounds of cocks, and arses, working in unison, of people pleasuring themselves, of them coming to their own personal climax It was a very still night. She would be able to smell us all. The wonderful aroma of sex was permeating the whole Pergola. I began to doubt that the wonderful smell of sex would ever leave! Throughout the evening Chestnut had led, she had started many moves, and now she did it again. She had between ten and sixteen inches of huge dildo being thrust up her stretched arsehole. She had about ten inches of a huge cock strapped into her pubic hair. She was stuffing it hard into the arse in front of her. It was going full ten deep into TF, and he was not objecting. He was loving it. She kept up a rhythm as her arse was reamed, and my Partner tied her fingers to the same regular pace of a metronome. It was working wonders, she began to gallop, she began to sing again. This set a chain reaction. Adonis had to time himself into Titian’s Mother, and TF had to time himself into Titian. They were all keeping time, and all began to come together. Adonis shot load, after load, after load, of cum deep into Titian’s Mother. My guess was that he was as long as the dildo in TF’s arse. He shot into that gorgeous mature behind. Everything moved in unison. My Partner kept her magic finger rhythm on her clit, and she hurtled over the top to a gigantic orgasm. She shook, and shook, with pleasure. At the front of the queue Titian began to peak, She gasped, she stopped sucking my cock, she yelled and shuddered. I pinched her teat ends, and pull hard, just as TF pumped his load far into her slight body. He stopped rubbing her clit, and gripped her hips hard. He pulled her back onto his penis. She stretched behind. She placed her hands flat on her arse cheeks, and pulled herself apart. It looked like a desperate attempt to have her lover penetrate another inch or so. He pulled back one more time, and thrust forward just as his cock unloaded it’s final huge spurt. He must have been that extra inch deeper. They began to sink to the ground, still coupled together. The dildo slipped from his arse with a pop, and Titian turned to smother him in kisses. Dear Chestnut thrust back on her lover. The whole thing was deep in her arse, so she turned and said, “Unstrap me with it fully inside my arse.” Titian’s Mother quickly did this, and the girl turned, completely impaled on the fake cock, just as Adonis and his lover sank to the ground. All three began to kiss, and cuddle, to suck each other, and to discuss the wonders of the night. My Partner collapse with them, and I went to kiss her. Lawyer took his amazing wife by the hand, and they stood kissing. It was all over for the time being. We had achieved two wonderful collective orgasm., and we needed to bring Parlour Girl back into the fold. Her mistress removed the gag, and kissed her hard on the mouth. She apologised, and said that she would try to be better. She would learn. All her hooks were removed, the eye mask allowed her to survey the couples She could see what she had only smelt, and heard. We all agreed that The next day was needed for rest, and that we would all sleep together outside, on the two mattresses, and others that were dragged from various guest rooms. Lawyer suggested that he, Chestnut and I spent a little time with the Business Plan that we had prepared only that afternoon. The heaters were left on, we all crawled under sheets, and we slept. To be continued……. Dear Reader: Gussie would love to have feed back, it is very useful, and your votes! © Copyright Gussie – August 2003 Piercing for National Nude Day Ch. 08 Chapter 8: A day of rest! Fisting, then Piercing Sunday! Dear readers: You may be totally confused by this story. If you are please read the sequences leading up to Saturday Evening – The party turns into an orgy. It could help you follow what may happen here. SLEEP COMES TO ALL BUT CHESTNUT I was not surprised that we all slept. Great sex makes you tired. We had made wonderful sex. Silence descended over the yard. The whole area under the Pergola was still, except for the odd snoring sounds coming from all over. There were deep rumbles from the men, with lighter yelps, and purrs, from the girls. My partner, Chestnut, and I were together on one part of the huge air mattresses. Adonis, and Titian's Mother appeared to gravitate towards Lawyer, and his surprising wife; and it appeared logical for Parlour Girl to pair off with TF, and Titian. By "going together" I mean that we formed sleeping groups. Chestnut had not tried to sleep long before she began to move. The huge dildo deep in her arse was becoming too much for her body. She was not in pain. She loved it, but it was stopping her from bending, or lying comfortably spooned to us. She woke me very gently to explain, and ask if I could help her remove it. I whispered to my Partner that I was going to help her. She nodded, half asleep, then returned to her slumbers. Chestnut slowly eased herself upright, then she waddled through the house in front of me. She went straight to the Master Bedroom. She had to waddle; she needed to rotate her hips around the whole object pushing up through her pelvic opening, deep into her body. She must have been completely full. She might have been uncomfortable as she walked, but she did not appear to be, and she did not complain. Her rolling gait was very erotic. Her arse may have stuck out slightly more. It was impossible to tell in the dim light of the warm night. She was a wonderful sight, the globes of her bum were slightly larger, more rounded, fuller, but the reason was virtually invisible. I could detect the flat end of the dildo, that was all. We knew that she was used to wearing butt plugs for a long time. She had admitted that she often wore one all day at work. She had described how she would push her favourite plug into place after her morning bath. She would work all day with it deep in her arse, slowly becoming more, and more, aroused. She learnt to press it into her arse. She learnt to manipulate her anal muscles to stimulate herself. She had to rush home, at the end of the day, to pleasure herself. After she described this I began to have pictures in my mind of her sitting through interminable boring meeting. She told me that these went with her high powered job. I saw her surrounded by leering, smart suited, male executives, trying to catch a sight of her gorgeous breasts down her cleavage. They would be completely unaware of her pierced nipples, and of how she would press down into her chair to give herself pleasure. I pulled myself together, and had to stop daydreaming. I suggested that we showered, or better, that we bathed. I explained that I thought it better, and that I would slowly removed the dildo for her, while she relaxed in warm water. Titian's Mother had thrust it far, actually totally, into her rectum during their last frenzied climax of the night. Chestnut agreed that I should bathe her, for the second time in the day. We both agreed that this was more sensible than take a shower. We also knew it would be more intimate, more sensual, more fun. We were standing together watching a torrent of water fill the tub, when she began to laugh. She had turned to face me. She saw that I was still pinned to my apron. I had been sleeping in it, as virtually all our friends, and guests, were in their jewellery. She began to undress me with infinite care, unclipping the two safety pins from my nipples. She kissed, and sucked on each of my teats. Then reached behind me to unclasp the suspender tie around my waist. Suddenly all that held the apron was my rising penis poking through its hole. It was not surprising that the gorgeous woman had this affect on me. When she reached behind her tits were still encased in their jewellery. They bounced, and swayed, against my abdomen. All the time I was trying to consider the problems of drawing the object from her arse, and trying to suppress my erection. She thought the latter funny. Always the practical girl, she spat into her hands, and lathered my cock ring with spit. Slowly, the girl who had pushed it high onto my penis many hours before, began to move it down my now totally engorged member. Finally it slipped past the head, and off into her hands. I was naked, except for my inner bars, and Celtic like, gold shields. Replacing the outer pins could wait until morning. She asked me to remove all her jewellery, aware that this would set my penis going again. I stood in front of this gorgeous brown, bronzed woman, and began to undress her. I unhooked the three chains from her right breast, and passed them over her shoulder. I unhooked these three from the strap that went around her to her back. I unhooked the same chains from her left breast, but left the strap in place. I unhooked the chains from below her half breast cage, and the one around her waist. I was very gentle, as I removed all these chains from her forest, and from close to her dildo. I began to see why this was like clothing. Had Chestnut been completely shaven, with no pubic hair, instead of her luxuriant, curly, dark bush, then it would have appeared like clothing. People saw the outside, they looked at the perimeter, and not inside the whole, so it was going to be possible to wear only jewellery in public. I had flashbacks to why we went out, dressed as we were, for our first two meals. The first time our Restaurateur almost had a heart attack. He lent forward to kiss my Partner's hand. She was wearing a thin, transparent dress, with holes for her teats. His mouth was inches from a very erect naked nipple pushed far through her Starburst jewel. I undid the strap around Chestnut, the one that held the cages beneath her wonderfully enhanced, rounded breasts. It was like undoing a bra. She pressed against me as I brought my hands to her front. She moved away, the cups fell into my hands, and she was naked, except for her teat bars, and the gold shields on each nipple. These were similar to mine, and she still had the huge object in her arse. She turned her back to me, and presented the next problem. Her gorgeous round bum faced me; I could see the base of the huge fake cock buried deep inside her. Her skin stopped, and the dildo started, filling the space where her little anal hole had once been. There were two hooks moulded into the flat of the visible surface. They did not protrude. They appeared able to take the harness that Titian's Mother had worn so beautifully, but there was little else to hold. She stepped into the foam of the bath, and sank gently. She was very straight because of the dildo, and moved tentatively, slowly. She went down onto her knees. Then, completely straight backed; she bent forwards to lie full out on her stomach, holding her head above the foam with both arms. All her movements were enormously slow and sexy. She turned, smiling, to say that it was an extraordinary, warm, intimate, full, feeling high up inside her body, above her abdomen. I knelt beside the bath, much as I had done on Saturday afternoon, and began to lather her arse. It was very erotic. My penis had been steel hard as I undressed her. It became harder, even without the help of the cock ring. Suddenly, the ever practical one turned again. She said that she would kneel, doggy style in the water, and I should climb in behind her. She moved very slowly again, until her back was out of the foam, parallel with the floor. I sat down in the huge bath, my legs between her knees, and my solid erection very visible above the foam. Gingerly, with great care, I hooked a little finger into each of the two mouldings in the base. I told her to push, and something that we thought would take time, simply happened. The huge monster oozed slowly from her arse. It was a slightly knobbly, ramrod straight, almost round, thick pole. It was immense. It went on, and on, sliding from her body. It was a very erotic sight. Inch by inch it slowly appeared. It stopped when she stopped pushing. It started to move again as she flexed her anal muscles. She was doing most of the work. Amazingly she did not appear to be in any discomfort, and it was also completely clean. It was still slightly greased with the lubricant. But, after all, I thought, she had already been prepared for the onslaught by the ten inch dildo, and by my original bathing, after the first anal fuck. I took it in both hands, my right fingers just brushing her distended arsehole. She murmured in pleasure. I held the weight of the object Otherwise it might have pressed hard upwards away from her womb, towards her backbone, and caused discomfort. My left hand held the outer end very lightly. Suddenly it was freed from her hole. I pushed myself further, and further back against the end wall of the enormous bath, so that I took the whole length without causing her discomfort. I dropped the dildo into the foam; it disappeared, then it began to float. Chestnut presented me with an enormous, slightly triangular hole, where her little rosebud had been, from where the monster had just emerged. It looked absolutely divine. It was very wide at the base, forming an arrow like hole, pointing towards her head. It would have been an equilateral triangle had the top not been cut off to form a quadrangle, with three equal sides. It was huge. It looked only slightly reddened at the outer edges, turning deep purple as I gazed deep into her arse. I felt I could see for miles. She was not shrinking fast. It was a window into her body. She turned and said, "That was incredible. Thank you. It was almost better than when Titian's Mother pushed into me, and when she fucked me so hard". I was puzzled, and asked a foolish question, "Darling Chestnut, the hole is so big that I could put my hand inside you. Please may I." She simply said, "I was hoping you might ask!" I lubricated my right hand with body gel, knowing that we would have to use a soothing antiseptic later. This was entirely new territory for me, and I was sure that it was for Chestnut. I formed my four fingers into a small point, and tucked my thumb tight into the palm of my hand. I went in as far as the widest point of my compressed hand, and I had not yet touched her skin. She was stretched that far! I rotated my hand slowly. I began to touch the skin inside her anus, and to stretch her hole. My hand slowly vanished further into her arse. I was in her anal passage as far as my wrist. I continued to rotate my whole hand very slowly. Her hole shrunk slightly around my wrist. She looked around again, with a huge grin on her face. She said that she loved the feeling, especially as I rotated my hand inside her arse. I told her that I would kneel directly behind her. I moved very gently, with my hand still buried. Once in kneeling position I bent forward, and pushed, past the narrowing of my wrist, until slightly more than half my forearm was deep inside her. At this point I may have been bigger than the dildo, so I stopped, and asked if she would like me to push deeper. The smooth brown skin of her bum stretched erotically, totally unblemished, away from the middle of my arm. She was becoming tight on my forearm. She turned and grinned, so I pushed deeper still until I could go no further, unless my arm was straight. That was a physical impossibility in the space that we had. Her anal passage griped my arm in a long warm glove of sensuality. Her gorgeous skin was slightly darker than mine. Her cheeks looked amazingly sexy, moulding away to her hips and up on to her back. Could I ever be more intimate with a girl? I had knelt, as I did not want to tempt myself if she sat back, and my penis went into her cunt; neither did I want to tempt her. I lent forward, and passed my free hand around her hips. I turned my hand so that my palm was flat on her beautiful belly just above her pubic bone. I pressed inwards, while slowly turning the arm in her arse. The palms of my hands were facing each other. I pushed my right hand, the one buried deep in her arse, outwards towards my left hand, which was flat on her belly with my fingers spread wide. I began to move my free hand gently up, and down, her wonderful firm stomach. I massaged as far as her rib cage, then slowly back, keeping a slight pressure, using the foamed water as lubricant. Both her hands flew to the one I had placed on her stomach. She reared upwards, virtually upright, and cried out with pleasure. She pressed hard on my left hand, pushing my outstretched fingers into her firm body. Her hand moved mine up and down. I lifted my hand, and whispered for her to place her hand under mine. We moved together with her hand, pressed down by mine. I could feel her moving over the hand far up inside her. She was tracing the movements of my hand as it gently massaging her belly from inside. I had the arm in her arse completely relaxed, except that I had opened out my right hand. It was flat, and my fingers were spread as wide as they would go. My elbow, and shoulder, had followed the wild movements of her body upwards. Her right hand went down to her clit, and she mauled it in a frenzy. The other hurtled round her body to her hole, her anus. She went to where my arm was buried in her arse. She felt around my forearm, gently stroking my skin as if to check it was reality. I found the feeling of light fingers touching my buried arm especially sensual. She forced her exploring fingers between my upper and lower arm, where it bent to vanish into her body. I kept the gentle massaging of her stomach, both inside and out. She moved her right hand further round to ram two fingers into her cunt. She was in an erotic trance. I felt that she might begin to fist herself in her cunt, but luckily she started to cum at a spectacular speed. It was her third huge orgasm in a few hours. She was almost completely silent. One who sang her orgasm was quiet. She was a beautiful mute swan at a time when she should have ranged her glory. Slowly, very slowly, she came down from her orgasm. She was thinking of the others. She grasped the head of the bath, and said, very quietly, very sexily, "Pull out slowly, that was amazing." "Your hands together, one in me, one outside me, are an astonishing feeling." "They have touched something very special. Please can we do it again sometime." I reformed my hand into a small bunch of fingers, tucked the thumb in, and said "goodbye" to her anal passage. I pulled right out with great care, with total tenderness. When I was fully clear I leant forwards to kiss her hole. She was still enormous, and gaping. It was a slightly more rounded, and even larger, deeper, shape than before. We sank back into the warm soapy bath. She lay on me, and her arse began to fill with soothing, warm, foamed water. That amused her. It was her open hole enema. She raised her hips, and a stream of bubbles appeared as water replaced air in her arse. My arms went around under her breasts, and she hugged them to her. She locked us together with her arms on mine, gently pushing her breasts up and out. They looked wonderful. We lay a long while, while she healed. It was almost as though she was asleep, but I could feel that she was working her anal muscles with consummate skill. She was willing her anus to close. Bubbles continued to appear on the surface of the water, where she had melted the foam away. My penis began to shrink, nuzzling into the small of her back. I buried my face in her hair. We moved as the water began to cool. I slipped out of the bath, gathered two enormous white towels, and placed one on the floor. She stood in the water as her open enema cascaded out of her arse, and into the remains of the foam. She stepped out, and I wrapped her in the other. I dabbed her dry. I bent to kiss each nipple as was becoming the custom of the house when drying somebody. I padded her cunt, and her still open arsehole with the soft towel. Then I asked her to hold onto the side of the bath with her back to me, and to bend slightly. Her gorgeous open hole was presented to me. She placed the flat of both hands either side of her gaping hole. She pulled it ever so slightly bigger. I took a pot of soothing, mildly antiseptic cream, and gently massaged it into the rim of her hole. She wriggled, and murmured, saying that it was cold. I could have gone full in again, but stopped with only two long fingers dipping completely into her body. I massaged her for many minutes, in gentle intimate love. She was a beautiful sight, leaning forwards, almost as she had been against my desk after we had finished the Business Plan. Then I had fucked her hard with her strap on, as my penis slid backwards, and forwards, under her sopping wet open cunt. I knew I wanted more of the same, and my cock was telling me so. I forced the evil thoughts from my mind. I patted her bum when I was done; she turned to give me an enormous hug. I still could not believe that this was the despondent girl, who had arrived at our table only last Monday. We were eating dinner on National Nude Day. She was in despair, because her breast enhancement had made her nipples appear smaller. She sat with us. Silently she had unbuttoned her blouse, and placed her beautiful brown orbs on the table in front of us. My Partner had kissed her. She had come to my Partner, her nipples had been stretched slightly, and later Parlour Girl had pierced her teats. Now her perfect globes were crowned by longer nipples that had horizontal gold bars through them. And she was hugging me, stark naked, in the middle of the night. We walked hand in hand back to bed. Chestnut snuggled up to spoon my Partner. I pulled that covers over us, and lay on the other side, my wonderful Soul Mate spooning me. We formed a sandwich of love. My Partner whispered, "You have been a long time!" I replied, very quietly, that the dildo had slipped out with ease, but that she had asked me to fist her in the arse. Her hands went around my front. She tweaked my cock, and whispered, "Naughty boy!" That was all. We slept. THE REST OF THE NIGHT Well we did for a little while. Sometime later I stirred, half way between asleep, and awake. I felt my penis being lifted, somebody was moving about under the covers. I felt behind me, I did not feel like my partner, and whoever was there was sleeping on their back. I groped upwards; they were Chestnut's tits. She was sound asleep. Somehow my Partner had wriggled from between us. She had slowly moved around to my front, and was sucking me off. I ran my hands through her tousled hair, and held her face. She was beginning to take me deep into her mouth, but I wanted to fuck. I needed an ordinary reassuring fuck, Partner with Partner. She sensed my need. She had the same desires. She crept slowly up my body, kissing my nipples, nuzzling my bars, as she passed. Our mouth's met; we kissed long, hard, and very quietly began to make love. We were like two students in a dorm, like teenage lovers in the bedroom next door to her parents' room. Nobody else should hear us! This was our secret, furtive love! It made our coupling more erotic, more fun. Piercing for National Nude Day Ch. 08 She knelt above my cock, I felt her hand on my penis, she pretended hardly to know what to do next. She her hand held the tip; she ran it up, and down. She pushed it into her wet slit, and round to just touch her anus. She fumbled, and messed around. I was steel hard as she pressed me to her clit, then pulled back to her cunt hole. I pressed in, and out. I pushed hard as if I was frustrated. I was as an immature trying to find the right place, or a puppy dog searching for its mother's nipple. She sat back very slowly. I sank into the depths of her body. She whispered to my ear, so quietly that I strained to hear, "I need you." She was in control, rocking back and forwards, lifting her breasts from my body so that I could play with her nipples, and finally suck her teats deep into my mouth. I stretched them through the starbursts jewels that had almost become a permanent feature of her body. I pulled hard on her left tit, knowing that she loved it, and that I would pull her inner vertical retaining bar far away from the gold coned hole of the jewel. I slipped my teeth behind the bar. She stretched more. I sucked harder. Silently she murmured her appreciation. I bent my knees up behind her to ensure maximum contact, and depth, as she stretched for me to pull on her nipples. I released my tooth lock on her vertical bar. I had pulled her teat far enough; the end was forming a small hard head. I nibbled her horizontal bar. I ran my tongue to the start of her looped chains, then to the other breast. It was sucked and nibbled. I paid particular attention to the tip, flicking, and rolling it with my tongue. I released it, and she held a breast for me to suckle. She whispered, "We must not wake Chestnut, or anybody else!" It was strange, the gorgeous girl stirred as she said this. We lay stock still, except that the muscles of her cunt continued to work their magic, keeping me erect, and deep within her. Chestnut slept on, we listened to her regular soft breathing. I whispered, even more quietly, "Lift up, my love, so I can reach you clit, and continue to play with your breasts, while you milk my penis. We will cum together." She nodded, and lifted away from my face, driving me deeper into herself. She ground her bone against mine. Her bare, naked flesh was hard on my mine. I used my legs to ensure that my hairless balls were against her wetness. She wriggle, and squirmed holding them tight in her folds of wonder. My right hand went to her clit. It was still holding her wonderful starburst jewel to her bare body. My right hand slipped behind the jewel on her left breast. Both hands began to stretch her. In this way we were no virgin lovers silently trying not to wake others, or our parents. We knew each other's "hot buttons" intimately. I used the jewel to pull her clit hard. Then I began to stoke the tip with my thumb. I did the same to her left teat. I elongated her with my fingers two split either side of her nipple, while pressing my thumb, rhythmically, and hard into the tip. She arched forward to nibble my left tit. We were cumming. Totally silently we crept together to a wonderful furtive climax. I could not remember when we last failed to cum together. It had become part of the joy of love. I began to pulse, and shoot, my seed deep into her body. We stopped all our pulling and pressing, and squashed our bodies together. We touched from our exploring mouths to the tips of her toes. I felt her uncontrolled waves, the flutters, and movements that I knew so well. She climaxed. We had not had simple plain sex together since I began to fuck her slave, her Parlour Girl, in our attempt to make her pregnant, and to give us our first child. This was very special. She lay still on top of me, my penis limp, but still at her wet, sperm filled entrance. We talked again in silent whispers. Tomorrow would be Monday; we might be able to tell if the Girl was pregnant. We were both very excited. We lay for a long time in silent intimacy. She rolled to my outside, and rolled over. I had become the filling in the sandwich. Chestnut was warm toast on one side, my Beloved on the other. I held her in the closeness of my body; she pressed her arse against my flaccid damp penis. Slowly we slept. BREAKFAST It was light when we both awoke. Chestnut had gone from our area of the Pergola. I stirred, and looked around me. We had been left alone to sleep, and we were the hosts. We were up very quickly. My Partner was still in all her jewellery, including the three looped chains. She was still full of our juices from our furtive night assignation. Both her nipples and clit remained aroused, still engorged, swollen and red. She looked and smelt very sexy. We felt were sure that the others would also. Everybody had gone to bed almost immediately after our last fuck. I was still wearing my bars, and the nipple guards that Chestnut had left in place earlier in the night. We wound our way towards the kitchen, hand in hand, like two new lovers. My Partner looked stunning. She wore that warm glow of contentment, which comes after good sex, and a good night's sleep. There was a great deal of noise, and laughter washing through the open door to surround us with pleasure. A stark naked Lawyer Wife was cooking with Chestnut, who was "dressed" as I had left her earlier in the night. Both girls looked radiant. It was hard to believe that Lawyer wife had arrived the night before dressed in a very conservative manner. It was almost impossible to imagine that this same beauty had performed a sensuous feeding ballet, while bent over backwards in the crab position, walking with both her hands and feet on the ground. All Chestnut wore were her gold nipple bars. She looked radiant, and rushed to kiss us both "Good Morning". She gave me a huge hug that allowed me to place both hands on her glorious bum. My first fingers went to her arsehole. It had closed; it had returned to its original rosebud size. She pulled slightly away to feel my arm, forming the first finger and thumb of both of both hands into a circle on my forearm just below my elbow. She turned to my Partner and said, "He was in to there, I took all that. It was wonderful, can we do it again!" Everybody went silent as Chestnut explained that I had removed the huge weapon from her arse, then, at her request, I had fist fucked her. There were gasps as she held my arm aloft to show how much had been inside her. Then she explained, in great detail, holding my right arm against her body, and the other to her bare stomach, how my hands pressing together. She described how one hand was far up her arse, and one was on her stomach. Both massaged her, one inside her, and one outside. She admitted that it had given her the most incredible orgasm of her life. Everybody was in awe. Lawyer wife walked to her to press on her naked stomach. All the others were dressed, undressed, as they had been when we settled down the night before. Except that two were missing. It appeared that National Nude Day was still having an interesting effect on everybody. They all woke up almost together, saw that we were fast asleep, and left us. Chestnut was the first to stir; she slipped sideways from our space, and began to clear up. She emptied, and refilled the dishwasher, and did the household chores. Lawyer Wife woke Lawyer, and the clearing up game snowballed. Suddenly Lawyer had proposed that everybody paired off with another. In his lawyer fashion he began to set rules. A pair should not be a partner. Each pair was to go, one at a time, to wash, bath, and shower. It must have been a little like throwing car keys in, then the woman fishing one set out, and pairing off. All the girls' names were written on a piece of paper. They were placed in an opaque vase, and the men fished out a name. Lawyer had drawn Titian's Mother, and they had gone off hand in hand to wash. I remembered that he had been sitting diagonally opposite her all through the buffet. It appeared, from all small talk, that they had been gone a long while. They walked back into the kitchen laughing and giggling like two teenagers. Titian's Mother was again totally nude. She looked very sexy, and asked if she could be pierced as soon as possible. Lawyer was still not sure about piercing, but he told the story of their shower. It appeared that sleep had distorted the wrapped gold wires around her breasts. She had slept on face down, so the soft rings of wire had flattened with her breasts. Lawyer had soaped her all over then gently prised the windings from her breasts, and from the tight circles extending her nipples. He had pressed the ends of her teats as he did this, so pushing the two diamonds further into the middle of her nipples. She loved the feeling of the thin spikes moving within her soft tissue, and almost had an orgasm on the spot. Once the gold breast wrappings had been removed Lawyer drew each diamond from her nipples. He took them, one at a time, fully into his mouth, sucking, and chewing down the whole length of each until he caught the petals that surrounded the diamond ends. He drew each spike slowly from her nipples as she wriggled and squirmed to an orgasm. Both were amazed that there was no blood, and no soreness, but the pins were exceptionally fine. Typically Lawyer had become completely erect during this, so Titian's Mother gave him a perfect deep throat blowjob as a "thank you". I watched Lawyer Wife during this tale. Her husband's descriptions made her very aroused. Her nipples stood proud, growing with the tale, and she began to finger herself. Quietly she asked if she might also be pierced. More bathing, and showering went on while we were ate breakfast. Then my Partner instructed her slave, Parlour Girl, to dress in her breast cages, her butt plug, cunt plug, and clit jewellery, plus all the chains, and her collar, with a lead attached. I have to remind myself about these exquisite pieces of jewellery. Parlour Girl fetched them all. . Her butt plug was a chicken egg sized, and shaped, gold knob. It was attached to a fine multiple hinged straps, not unlike those used on high class watches. (See in: Piercing for National Nude Day – 02) The narrow flexible strap stopped after an inch or so to form a large diameter deep tube, facing in the same direction as the egg. The egg went into her arse; the capped tube widened her cunt. Then the tube flattened out into a widening, curving, roughened gold face, that had been formed a deep "V". Her labia stretchers would fit either side of this. Her clit was repositioned in the thimble cup, and large garnet end screwed tight. Chains were tightened between her nipple rings and the thimble. These made her walk straight, and upright. Additional weights were added to her labia stretchers. The taught skin hung below her gold stretchers. She walked around the kitchen swaying her hips like a little minx. She folded her collar lead over her arm as though she was a model on a catwalk. She looked divine and sexy. My Partner called her back. She took a notch in here, and clipped a chain another hole tighter there. The girl was squeezed and pinched more. The problem being that she liked pain! Parlour Girl was instructed to collect all the necessary piercing equipment from the Parlour on the Mall. It was suggested that Titian and TF take her. They jumped at the opportunity. We dressed Titian in the original semi transparent shift dress that my Partner had modified so that her nipples would poke through. We eased her wonderful puffy nipple, and teat bindings through the material, stretching it slightly. They popped through sticking straight out from the cones of her tiny breasts, with the transparent dress showing the curves of her body. She wore nothing else. We knew she looked divine. TF was sporting a raging erection! It was obvious that he agreed. He thought that he should wear the clothes that he had arrived in the night before. He would have looked much like a Roman Senator had we placed a garland around his head. He walked out with two beautiful partially, or totally nude creatures on his arms. We all clapped. He held Parlour Girl's chain to her collar at all times. He loved every moment. Parlour Girl continued to wriggle her hips, with the stretchers swaying back, and forth seductively, erotically, between her legs. With the young ones gone we began to prepare for a piercing session in the workshop. It appeared that Titian's Mother was determined to have her clit pierced to take the beautiful gold mounted blue topaz ring that she had shown us. (See in: Piercing for National Nude Day – 05) Ideally this should be done on a gynaecological bench, complete with stirrups. There was one at the Parlour, but we were not expecting the young to bring it back strapped to the luggage carrier mounted on the back of the TF MG. It was agreed that Lawyer and I should hold her legs up in the correct position. We looked forward to that, both musing that human stirrups would be much more sensual, and interesting than some metallic device. In any case all the girls said that they hated having their legs held high in the real thing. They thought that it would be far sexier for Titian's Mother to be held aloft by us. They also thought that it would be wonderful for us men. We would have a grandstand view of the proceedings. It was then agreed that we should pierce Parlour Girls Labia Minora. We explained, to Lawyer and his wife, that she asked her mistress if she might have the wings of the spreader, which fanned out just below her clit, made wider. She had explained all this as we returned, in the limousine, from the Friday evening meal. She described then, in detail, how delicious it felt to have her cunt and anal jewellery in place. She had asked if she might have her labia lips pierced, with jewels through both to hold them as wide open, and inviting, as possible on each face of the spreader. (See in: Piercing for National Nude Day – 03) The thought of holding another divine, naked creature up on our human stirrups had Lawyer and my penis up! We all realised that she might have to have more than one piercing per side, and that she would want her outer lips stretched with weights. My glorious Partner became very excited at the jewellery possibilities of all this decoration around the cunt and clit of her adorable slave. Finally it was agreed that both Lawyer wife, and Titian's Mother would like to have their nipples pierced. The decision had an extraordinary affect on Lawyer Wife. Her nipples grew longer and harder as we watched, and her hand went to her cunt lips! The young ones arrived carrying what looked like a very smart black leather Pilot Bag. It turned out to be a proper medical bag, with a fold down front. This laid flat to expose a set of half, and full width drawers containing all that would be required to undertake the morning's tasks. Lifting the lid exposed a shallow, stainless steel, lift out tray in which all the larger instruments were laid out. All were in sterile sealed bags. The tray was lifted out to show that a "sharps box" had been positioned behind some of the upper draws. This was to take each used needle, immediately after it had been used. The vast majority of items needed, all except the modified Spencer Wells clips, were single use, in medical plastics, or were needles of various gauges, everything was in it's own sterile pack. One large draw contained a full range of surgical gloves, another contained aftercare instructions. It was all very impressive. My Partner, and I, explained to everybody, including those who knew already, that she had researched all piercing places before realising that "Ours" was very special. Parlour girl was to give a virtuoso performance piercing Titian's Mother's clit, and she was to pierce all the nipples. My Partner would watch with particular care as the clit was pierced. Then she would pierce the labia folds on her slave. It was emphasised that piercing is not to be taken lightly, and self piercing should never be attempted. Parlour Girl was fully trained. Titian's Mother was wonderfully wet, and excited. She climbed onto the table. It was covered with a thin mattress, and a large fluffy, soft towel. The table was adjusted so that it appeared to be folded at about a quarter of the way down. Her head was above her thighs, resting on a pillow, and her bum cheeks were slightly raised on the last quarter. She looked very comfortable. She lifted her legs, and spread them wide, holding them up with her hands just behind her knees. The smell of her sexual excitement was all over the room. Lawyer, and I went to the main workbench. We selected a stool each. If we were to participate we would have grandstand seats! We adjusted their heights, rested our nude bums, one on each, with our shoulders at the same height. We took hold of her naked, bare legs. I was on the right facing her totally exposed, and spread cunt; my colleague and fellow voyeur was on the left. I had her leg over my left shoulder; Lawyer had her right leg over his right shoulder. She looked very sexy, very open, and very comfortable. We had a wonderful grandstand view! Our cocks showed their appreciation of the scene. My Partner wheeled over the jeweller's workbench over which she had bent Parlour Girl on Saturday morning. She placed the leather medical case on it. The front was lowered and all the necessary instruments were laid out ready for use. She was very methodical, just as she was when making jewellery. Parlour Girl nodded her approval. My Partner went forwards, to start gently sucking her sex. A long tongue parted her lips. She sucked her clitoris fully into her mouth, and chewed it gently. She was becoming engorged. Titian's Mother wriggled with desire, only to be told that she would be strapped down if she could not behave. She wriggled even more when Lawyer wife, and her daughter, Titian, bent forwards to take a nipple each. They began to suckle at her breasts. Lawyer wife then did something extraordinary. Her fingers went to her cunt; she scooped juices from her body, and massaged the cream into the teat that she had been sucking. She replaced her fingers with her mouth; she cleaned the nipple and breast all over, then repeated her sensual action again, scooping mire cum from her fanny. It was almost too unfair on Titian's Mother. She was warned again. She would be strapped down if she could not behave. The poor girl was closing to ecstasy just as she was to be pierced. Parlour Girl selected various things from her kit spread in front of her. She looked at the wonderful engorged head. She sprayed an antiseptic, cooling, nay freezing, spray onto the surface. This was particularly necessary after the sucking and licking that had gone on. The girl worked very quickly, taking the cleaned, and anaesthetised, teat end in her gloved hand. She pulled it out, and pressing the needle through the tender flesh. Titian's Mother did not flinch. Moments later Parlour Girl had threaded the already sterile gold ring back through the hole; she pressed the ring closed with her first finger and thumb. The ends snapped together behind the topaz. She was done. A beautiful clit was adorned, close to the tip, with a gorgeous sparkling blue jewel. She dropped all the used items into the sharps bin in the top of the kit. We did not really realise how beautiful the jewel was until Titian's Mother was released and stood up. Her sex lips closed. They were pressed together, but the jewel remained on the surface, above her still engorged crack. Piercing for National Nude Day Ch. 08 It was a wonderful sight. Parlour Girl added a touch of antiseptic cream, that also helped to anaesthetise, but Titian's Mother was not uncomfortable. She wanted to continue to have her nipples pierced. Stretched labia lips would be pierced next. All Parlour Girl's lower jewellery had to be removed. Her clit pin was removed, and her clit was drawn from the thimble, her swinging outer clamps were removed. There was no ceremony. She stifled a gasp as blood flowed back into her stretched lips. They were now some two inches, or so long, fleshy, and remarkably thick. She was instructed to turn around, and to bend over. Her butt plug was eased from her arse. Then she was told to take it to the bidet, in the master bathroom. She was to wash both the complete jewel, and herself in an antiseptic wash. Chestnut, in that matter of fact way, invited Lawyer wife, to make coffee for us all. They left for the kitchen, just as Parlour Girl returned. She smelt beautiful, like a fresh, clean hospital should smell! She looked small, and vulnerable. My Partner asked her if she wanted her labia pierced. She nodded her ascent, and climbed onto the table. Then they had a discussion about what Parlour Girl actually wanted. It appeared that these two had been hatching a plot. They wished to see if they could pierce each wing, with a large hole. This was the sort of hole that a paper punch might make. They would leave the holes to heal. Then they both felt that they might be able to put a permanent gold eyelet hole into each, and rivet them home. This would allow the sexy young girl, with her Mistress' permission, to hang anything she wanted from the gold holes. It would allow her mistress to lace her up, and allow her to slowly stretch each wing away, with the skin of her labia lips stretched over the gold. That might be stunningly erotic, and it could be combined with changes to her weights, and refashioning the butt, cunt, and clit jewel. The other girls were squirming as these ideas unfolded. Lawyer Wife continued to finger herself, in an almost absent minded trance. It was obvious that Parlour Girl had a very high pain threshold, and that she wanted to experiment. It was agreed that a single twelve gauge gold ring would be fitted close to the top of each lip, nearer to the stretched outer edge than the root. A second, and even a third twelve gauge ring might be fitted if Parlour girl was happy. Lawyer Wife asked about the meaning of the word "gauge". My Partner, the jeweller, and Goldsmith, explained that this is a standard wire gauge, based on the diameter of the hole through which a wire can be drawn. Twelve gauge is approximates to one eighth of an inch (3.2mm), and Sixteen gauge to half that. She explained that normal bar bells, and rings, are sixteen gauge, about 1.6mm in diameter, or even Eighteen gauge. Then she showed us the special rings that she had been making. These had the most exquisite completely concealed hinges, and lock over clips. They would look as though they were permanently fitted. She had made sixteen, and twelve gauge, rings of different overall diameters. They would obviously be very popular in the new shop attached to the Aphrodite Parlour, that is if Lawyer could register all the names on Monday! We adjusted the table for the smaller Parlour Girl, and then she held both legs high. Lawyer and I adjusted the height of the two stools, so that our shoulders were the same height. As before I was on the right facing her totally exposed, and spread cunt; my colleague, my lawyer, and fellow voyeur was on the left. We had a grandstand view of her whole sex, including her enlarged and double pierced clit. She looked ravishing and ready. Her small, rounded, double pierced tits, still encased in their cages of cold, and still with her nipples stretched, were slowly rising and falling. She began to prepare by deep breathing, much as she might have to do at the birth of our child. I forgot to say that Titian's Mother had gone through her piercing with a continuing deep breathing exercise. Parlour Girl had just begun her's when she announced that she did not want any anaesthetic. She continued her deep breathing with her eyes tight shut. My Partner donned her surgical gloves. She took the bottle of spray antiseptic, and completely doused all faces of both lips. The cleansing agent was volatile. It dried off very quickly. It would have a slight cooling, numbing affect, but it contained no anaesthetic agents at all. The largest open faced Spencer clamp was selected, and closed to the second click on her beautiful right lip. Now that is tight, but it was what Parlour Girl requested. My Partner made sure that her skin was pulled taut, so that the outer edge, of her stretched lip was smooth. Wonderful Chestnut slid under the end of the table. She became the "holder of the clamp", lightly keeping the same position as other things were prepared. She selected a fairly long Fourteen gauge needle, the sort that might be used to start keyhole surgery, then plunged it through the labia. We all winced, but the glorious slave did not blink. These needles have a sharpened cutting edge at a steep angle on their end. They are so finely sharp that a pinprick on a finger will draw blood. The sharp sloping needle was quickly fitted with the smallest end of an open Twelve gauge, therefore larger, gold ring. It was pushed, and pulled back through her tender skin. It was left open, until the clamp was removed. Parlour Girl smiled, and said that she was ready for both the second, and third piercing on the same lip. The used needle was dropped into the receptacle, and another sterile wrapped needle was selected. This was done each time, but both new piercings took hardly longer than it takes to read this description, and she had three beautiful rings through her already stretched labia. Chestnut's job was done as the Spencer was removed, and all three rings were clipped shut. We were amazed that she hardly bled at all, and even more amazed when a mirror was held up for her to see. She wept at the beauty of what had been done. The three heavy gold rings were each about three quarters of an inch in external diameter. They looked wonderful as they gently pulled her lip down towards her cunt hole. She would be sore for a while, but she immediately wanted the other lip pierced with three rings. Now the problem was to place then in exactly the same position in the un-pierced skin. Chestnut crawled out from beneath the table. She donned new sterile gloves, then gently held the pierced lip up with the other alongside. Chestnut used a marker pen marked the three points. These pens are normally used to indicate the position either side of a nipple, prior to piercing. The Spencer was clipped tight onto the taut skin. Chestnut crawled back beneath her arse to support the end of the clamp, and three more gold rings were fitted incredibly quickly. Parlour Girl had hardly begun to concentrate on her breathing exercises when the piercing was completed. All soiled needles were dropped into the sharps bin in the medical case. A light antiseptic spray was used on all the new workings. It was even more erotic when the sudden change in temperature appeared to have triggered the glorious girl to let loose with a golden shower of pee. It arched up towards my Partner, splashing on her stomach, before wetting Chestnut, who was still kneeling on the floor. Everybody started to laugh. Poor, embarrassed, Parlour Girl apologised. She turned bright red, as she was forgiven. Chestnut, and my Partner, vanished for a quick shower whilst we released Parlour Girl. She stepped gingerly to the ground; all six rings were clearly visible outside the open crack beneath her prominent clit. Lawyer, and I, held either arm as she took several small steps. She seemed OK, so we released her, and she returned to sit on one of the stools where our bums had been. She said, "I think that is enough, may be we should do the nipple piercing at the Parlour on Tuesday." We all agreed, as did Chestnut, and her Mistress, when they returned from their shower. Titian's Mother was particularly sad. She wanted to see her nipples pierced as soon as possible. Her compensation was to press the diamonds back into her teat ends. She could have them until Tuesday. Adonis thought that this was a wonderful alternative. He stood behind her idly playing with her diamond tipped nipples. Chestnut, Lawyer and I had much to do; we could use the afternoon in my study to save time on Monday. We retired to work. The girls, Parlour Girl like a queen, my Partner, Lawyer Wife, and the Newly pierced Titian's Mother entertained themselves while Adonis and TF rustled up a late lunch. This was eaten at about four o'clock. All agreed that, whatever else happened. We would take over much of the Restaurant on the following Friday evening. There was much to do before then... To be continued... Dear Reader: Gussie would love comments, feedback is great fun, and very useful, as are the occasional votes! (c) Copyright Gussie – September 2003 Piercing for National Nude Day Ch. 09 Sunday & Monday – The run up to our Grand Opening Dear readers: Apologies that this has taken almost a year to come! You may be totally confused this story. If so, please read the Piercing for NND sequences leading up to Sunday Evening. It might help you follow what is going on. SUNDAY AFTERNOON We spent the whole of Sunday morning clearing up from the nude barbeque, and orgy that followed. The latter had begun when my Partner suggested that we ate our puddings "hands free". We had first met this when Kun Charlie had taken us to his own "hands free" restaurant in Bangkok. We had been fed by totally naked Thai girls. Using our deserts whipped cream was used to hold strawberries onto erect nipples. These were then offered to the men. Morsels of delicious fruit were sucked off one by one, nipples elongating, and growing hard. More delights were placed on intimate parts of both boys, and girls. Everything, and everybody was slowly devoured. The atmosphere became more, and more erotic, leading finally to a glorious chain fuck. It was great sex, and a stupendous end to the party. We all slept well, although I first had relieved Chestnut of the huge dildo that had been driven deep into her arse. Then, on my return to bed, my Partner had made gentle love. Everybody awoke late. We ate a lazy breakfast, before Lawyer took charge, and paired us off for morning ablutions. I was not surprised that we all slept. Great sex makes you tired. We had wonderful sex. After breakfast TF, Titian, and Parlour Girl, were "dressed" to go to collect the piercing kit from the Parlour, which we were now buying. They went out in his beautiful old MG. Parlour Girl was "shackled" with various piercings connected by slightly over tight gold chains. Her cunt lips would be pulled as she walked, and as weights swayed. She was, beautiful, probably pregnant, very, very sexy. She was definitely completely naked, and devoid of any body hair below her head. Titian wore an almost transparent shift dress, and nothing else. This was the one, which my Partner had modified, then first worn, on our preliminary expedition before our 2003 National Nude Day dinner. She looked divine. Her puffy nipples were pushed, and gently pulled through the embroidered holes, where earlier the restaurant owner had almost touched a bare nipple, stretched through a Starburst jewel. All this dressing up gave TF an enormous erection. He left looking like a Roman Senator, except that he tented his toga. His penis was steel hard, pointing upwards, and out. When they returned much piercing led to a very late lunch. Chestnut, Lawyer, and I, bade farewell to our guests, as we felt sure that they should have left by the time we were finished our work. TF, Titian, Titian's Mother had all indicated that they were going to leave. Lawyer Wife would obviously stay, along with Parlour Girl, who was now part of the family. We retired to my office. We thought that we might have much to do, and that it would take the rest of the day. The idea was to save time agreeing structures, contracts, registering new companies, names, etc., before our inaugural meeting on Monday. Lawyer was stark naked as he had been since he arrived for the barbeque. Chestnut was also nude, as she had been all day. Her nipples stayed long, and engorged, on the ends of her wonderful globes. Each nipple was pierced by a beautiful, ball ended, gold bar. It was how I had finished dressing her in the middle of the night. This was after I had taken off all her jewels, then slowly ease the huge dildo out of her arse, before deep fisted her, during our midnight bath. I continued to sport my cock ring, my nipple guards, and bars. I was also completely denuded of all body hair; something that the girls had done on Saturday morning as we dressed to prepare for the nude barbeque. We sauntered to my office, closed the door, and settled down around three sides of my spectacular four hole partner desk. Logically Chestnut sat in the middle, beautiful, and demure. She handed Lawyer all the documents that we had worked on before I fucked her in the arse with the large dildo on Saturday afternoon. Silence descended as he read through the company plan, and all the other documentation, that we had prepared, so that we could take over the Parlour on Tuesday. Twenty may be thirty, minutes later he looked up. He was sporting a huge boyish grin. He turned to Chestnut to say that it was obviously all her work, as I was incapable of such logical thinking. He said it was so complete that there was little he needed to do, other than take a disc to his office, so that everything could be printed out officially. He grinned as he added: "……..and justify my exorbitant fees". She must have blushed red all over under her tan, as she looked shyly down at the compliment. Suddenly, quietly, Chestnut said: "Well we cannot return too soon. May be you both like to make love to me?" She did not wait for an answer, or for the lawyer cock to begin to stir from it's semi flaccid, reading state. She sank to her knees, and disappeared into her hole beneath the desk. We wondered what might happen next. Lawyer, and I, were sitting opposite each other with our feet deep into our respective holes in the desk. We both drew our legs up under our chairs, our knees parted involuntarily, and we waited in anticipation. Lawyer was rewarded as he slowly pushed his chair back from the desk. Chestnuts slithered up between his open thighs, and gather his rising cock into her mouth. He hardened quickly as I saw her chestnut hair begin to bob up and down. The only sound was slurping, and gurgling, as more and more of his member vanished into her throat. His face was a picture of astonishment. Here was a typical, good, small town lawyer, an old friend, who had come to a party "in hope". His wife had been turned from a staid, prim woman into a complete nymphomaniac. Now he was receiving a blowjob, from a stranger, in his friend's office. He pushed his chair further back. Miraculously Chestnut moved with him. Sometimes her push forward coincided with his stopping. Then her face was buried into his pubic bush, and his cock went deep into her throat. They would freeze revelling in the sensation, before Chestnut withdrew for air. The pair pushed back over the deep pile carpet. A wonderfully nubile brown body slowly appeared, it crawled on it's knees as the chair moved, bent at the waist, legs as wide apart as possible, beginning to expose all for me to see. Hands held gently, breasts hung free, swaying, as her teats glinting in the late afternoon light. Was it an invitation? I assumed that it was. I dropped to my knees as the pair pushed clear of the desk. Their movement stopped, not a sound was heard, but those associated with a cock moving in and out, deep in a throat. I turned onto my back between two long brown legs, and wriggled forwards until I was looking straight up at a gorgeous wet cunt. I formed my tongue into a tube, and blew gently onto it, rather as I had done to my Partner, when I first bound, play pierced, and masked her. There was a wriggle of contentment. I looked up, between her gently swaying breasts. Beyond I could see a throat expanding and contracting, as Lawyer's cock plunged in as far as possible. It is a sight that will always send me wild. It is only bested by the feeling of a girl's throat distending, and contracting back to normal, when gently massaged by fingers. I continued my blow teasing wind onto that most private slit. The body continued to wriggle. I stopped, spat globs of spittle onto the palms of both hands, and gently massaged it into both of her bum cheeks, kneading, and squeezing, as I slowly pulled them apart. I stretched up, my mouth parted chestnut hair until it found her clitoris. I sucked it fully into my mouth, tracing over it with my tongue before, gently chewing, biting, and pulling. She wriggled more, and would have made many sounds, but for the penis buried deep in her throat. Suddenly I realised what she really wanted. Long fingers had stretched backwards to cover my hands, which still massaged her globes. Finger parted finger, and she pressed down onto brown skin, stopping my ministrations, gently stretching arse cheek from cheek. She was exposing her back hole to me. There was unfinished business from very early in the morning. My final act after easing the huge dildo from her arse had been to gently massage mild antiseptic cream into her entrance. I was tempted then. I would act now. I gave her clit one last hard tug, and wriggled out behind her. Two hands still stretched her opening inviting me to enter. I swivelled round to kneel behind. One hand began to wet itself in her cunt; fingers fed juices to her stretching arsehole. One finger, then two, went in. Each left a residue of lubrication. She repeated the act. Her other hand went to her mouth. She withdrew from the whole length of the Lawyer cock, locked her fingers in a ring around the base. She gripped and pulled up the whole length, pre- cum was milked from the tip. There was a lot! She added spittle, and returned to her bum. Juices were massaged into her ever-enlarging hole. Her mouth returned to deep throat Lawyer. Not a word was spoken. I touched her hand with the tip of my rampant penis. There was instant recognition; she stretched round to milk me of globs of pre-cum. All went to the hole, where now fingers of both hands were gently stretching it open. I knew that she was ready when the two longest fingers on both hands were fully buried, back- to-back, in her passage. She pulled them apart, forming an already familiar gaping hole; she wriggled her bum. She expected, and got no mercy. I rocked further forwards, folded slightly at the waist, so I was not touching. My penis was aimed directly at the centre of her hole. All was aligned; I was ready to plunge in without stopping. I looked straight at Lawyer; there was a nod of recognition. I saw him dig his heels into the carpet. His brakes were on. He gripped the arms of his chair as hard as possible. I plunged in, pushing her fingers away. I did not stop unit my balls slapped hard against the globes of her arse. She was thrust forwards, hard onto Lawyer, his cock totally in her throat, her face buried in his pubic hair. We all stopped, counting the seconds. Ten. Twenty. Thirty. My hand went forwards, I pressed had down her back to reach around, and cup her throat between my fingers. Chestnut needed to breath. We both pulled back together, my hands still massaging her throat. I felt Lawyer's cock release. I felt her throat contract. My penis was out as far as possible, with just the tip invisible in her arse. She grabbed a breath. We all plunged forwards again. We release. She grabbed another breath. In seconds we were as one again. Nobody could have taken a cock further down a throat. My fingers were simply pushed apart as it expanded. We established a wonderful slow rhythm. I released her neck, and felt her breasts swaying gently beneath her body. They were full, round, firm. A nipple slipped between the middle fingers of both hands. I had that wonderful feeling of a living vibrant body growing as I massaged each side of both nipples. My fingers gripped, I squeezed gently, not wanting to hurt her recently pierced tips. One hand stayed massaging her breasts, the other slid down over her flat stomach, through the chestnut forest to her clit. I slipped it between two fingers, beginning to squeeze and pull, milking it to fullness. It grew as her nipples had just done. Chestnut, and I, had already made love enough for us both to read each other's signs. She was climbing up her mountain, gathering strength to assault the summit. I sensed that she would bring Lawyer off before she came herself. I watched the gathering ecstasy on his face. He was in a trance. He had never been on a journey like this, not even in his wildest dreams. One last thrust, we all closed together. I held myself deep in her arse. A long hard shaft was buried far into her body. She held Lawyer's hips with both hands. It was an iron grip. He came, and he came. I was leaning forwards my hands massaging her throat. As I have said, the pulse of a penis in the throat of a girl is truly erotic. Spurt upon spurt of his cum was injected directly into her stomach. My fingers felt each contraction, each huge eruption as his cock expanded in her throat, flooding her belly with his cum. She was in total control, so she simply held on, holding her breath, increasing his sense of awe with each pulse. I remained still, my cock buried as far as possible deep in her arse, both our orgasms in complete suspense. She did not appear stressed as Lawyer began to empty, but she had to come up for air. She only began to move away as his pulsing slowed. It was amazing. A huge reddened snake began to appear between her lips. Her mouth cleared his throat, she could breathe again. She took the last two small shoots directly onto her tongue. She was breathing again through her nostrils as she began to suck him totally dry. Her cheeks pulled in, the head of his penis an inch, or two, into her mouth. The residue collected on her tongue. Everything she gathered from those last two spurts, and from her deep suck, would help lubricate her throat. She appeared to savour all his tastes, rolling cum all around her mouth, mixing it with saliva, before swallowing it all with a gentle purring sound of appreciation. They were done. I remained still, wondering what she would do next. Lawyer sat, still in a trance. An idiotic grin spread over his entire face. Suddenly, gently, she pushed his chair further back. There was room for her to lie flat on her stomach. She did. Her movements were feline, slow, and deliberate. She did not look around, but she ensured that my penis stayed deep in her arse. I moved forwards, as she moved, placing my hands either side of her breasts as she squashed them hard into the carpet. Suddenly she said: "I want you to do press ups into my arse, as you did to Parlour Girl this morning. I want to push my hands under my stomach, so that I can feel the head of your penis pressing through me." "Please do not spare me!" What an invitation! I slammed all my bodyweight onto her bum, forcing my penis deeper than it had ever been before, squashing all the air out of her in one long rush. My arms bent, until I held my body just clear of upper her back. I wanted to spare her amazing enhanced breasts, and to transfer as much force as possible into her arse. Even then I felt the sides of each breast, as they bulge outwards to touch my hands. All the air was forced from her body. I pressed up, looking down to see the enormous head of my penis just appear. Then I slammed back in, dropping all my weight on her slim body. Up down, up down I went, showing no mercy. Amazingly she began to force her arse upwards, each time I pulled out. I responded by pulling further. Once, no twice, or more, I came completely clear of her enormous hole. Every time I dropped back, I forced air into her back passage, filling her bowels, as though I was a ram pump. The more she forced her arse clear, the more she squashed those wonderful globes against my hands. We went wild. Her legs were spread wide apart. She moved them further apart. I was pivoting on my toes, feet close together, true press up style. Her arms were outstretched, so that she formed a cross on the carpet, with my penis ramming straight down into her arse, before pulling clear, and ramming in again. Suddenly, just as I plunged home, she gasped: "Oh my God, you are filling me with air. I will fart." She did, long, deep, rumbling gurgles as trapped air escaped past the sides of my penis. The feeling was newly erotic. Simultaneously her arms scribed a long arc. She turned her hands; palm upwards, to be forced, with perfect timing, under her body. They were back on familiar ground. They were where she had placed them, when they held my free hand to her stomach in the middle of the night. This was when I had turned the hand buried deep in her arse, so that we could both feel it. Then there was a second outburst, driven out of her as I plunged in one more time. She screamed: "I can feel you pushing through me, I want to grab your cock through my stomach". I was cumming. She was cumming. Chestnut was near her climax. We knew that we should reach the top of the mountain hand in hand. I continued to plunge in and out. Chestnut pushed back in perfect time, each time it hit the forward point. She pushed farther upwards; her back arched, and arms far under her stomach. I sensed, I felt, her cumming. She was galloping up the hill. She was gathering speed. Yet she was straining to hold off to the last minute, to leap far over the crest. She did. She had not uttered a sound for fifteen, or may be twenty minutes. Suddenly, as before, a deep contralto song started low down in her body. Ecstasy can know no more beautiful sound than Lawyer, and I, heard at that moment, As at the first orgasm, only a day ago, all the pent up emotions of years of denial, all the lost love, all the youth, all that had nearly been given up, poured into her wonderful voice. Many women scream, many cry, many shout. Chestnut simply sang. She was Carmen again. She was Mimi. She was Tosca on the battlements. She was in heaven. We had taken her over the hill, onto the high plains of love. She was alone no longer. She was part of us. It was all too much for me. I forced every inch, and more, of myself, into her lovely hole. I pumped one, two, three, four, five shots of cum deep into her bowels, just as Lawyer had done minutes before. My penis expanded, and contracted, in singing unison with the pulses of her orgasm. Her anal muscles milked me to time. I continued to pulse as we slowly collapsed onto the carpet. My penis stayed lodged deep in her arse. She brought her arms up, folding them at the elbows, to protect her breasts. I suspect that she realised I would collapse. I move my hands from touching her. She replaced them both. She turned her face, eyes tight shut. I saw that it was streaked with the tears of love. Lawyer saw also. He dropped to his knees, then onto his stomach, to lie at right angles to us both. He took her face in his hands, kissing, and washing, the love from her cheeks. Later he said that he could still taste his cum on her lips, and that he did not think he had tasted himself before. Chestnut drew her legs together, I mover my feet outside hers. Closing her legs might have squeezed my penis from her bum, but not from Chestnut. Here was a girl used to having a butt plug up her arse all through the working day. She clamped me tight as I pressed down on her gorgeous body. My nipples, rings and guards pressed into her shoulders. I bent my arms to mimic hers, and we were bound together. We stayed that way for some time, her anal passage slowly working my cock so that I remained stiff, and in position. We both knew that we could keep it there indefinitely. The girls had obviously talked about it, and Chestnut was the "Anal Queen". Many people talk of keeping a cock in a cunt a long time, even sleeping with it in place. Hummmmmmmm…………..! My Partner, and I, had learnt to sleep with my cock in her arse, but could never manage sleep with it in her cunt. A cunt is too loose, too far round, in the wrong place, and too wet after good sex, or it should be! Then Chestnut began to move. An intimate, slow, roll developed, as we both tipped sideways, away from where Lawyer still lay. His cock was buried in the carpet, his head resting on one hand. He still wore that glazed, dazed look. His other hand was gently massaging Chestnut's neck. Piercing for National Nude Day Ch. 09 The first arms to free had lives of their own. She steadied her roll, and my free hand went to the breast that had just sprung free of the carpet. I held it gently. My bum moved with hers, I arched my back, to press my cock as deep into her hole as possible. We continued to roll. I bent a knee, she bent a knee, we were on our sides, but still rolling. She was beginning to press down on me. My other arm released, and I gripped naked slender hips, holding them against my body with all my might. My penis stayed buried in her arse. I was on my back, legs bent, pushing into her arse. Chestnut was pressing down on me, just at the time when my penis was most likely to slip out. I should not have worried. She gripped harder, using all her anal muscles. I could imagine what a butt plug must have felt like when a bored Chestnut began to exercise during some long meeting. There smart lawyers might surround her. Now we only had one lawyer to cope with, and she had recently milked him dry! This one thought that he was going to become part of a double penetration. Little did he know that Chestnut had not had vaginal sex for years, and was not protected? The poor man crawled around between my spread legs. Hers legs were wantonly wide apart, so he could see his goal. It was fully exposed, very wet, a huge glistening open gash. I stretched around her waist, to plant both hands over her entrance. I explained the situation, but said that I knew that she would love to be eaten. Lawyer grinned, and said: "What an extraordinary girl!" He was right in every way. He shuffled back, bent at the hips and went to work. I parted her bush as he bent forwards, gathering her erect clit between my thumbs, pulling it out from her body. I rolled my thumbs, so that she was gripped in a vice between the tips. This allowed me to move all four fingers of both hands into her crack. She was oozing wet. I parted her lips, showing Lawyer a wonderful red target. My first, and second, fingers went into her cunt. Deeper and deeper, until there was no more, then I stretched them apart. All this time Chestnut wriggled on my thighs, continuously pressing down onto my cock, and humming with contentment. She pulled long and hard on her nipples, before placing a hand either side of my chest to lever herself up for a grandstand view. What a view it was. Later, when describing her feelings, she said that the tip of her clit was going white, I was holding it so tight, but she loved it. Her bush was parted, almost like hairdressing, leaving her exposed to the descending Lawyer tongue. He dribbled a huge drop of juice directly onto the tip, then brushed it with his tongue. I pulled it up to meet his lips. It was kissed. Later Chestnut described, to my Partner, how a long wet tongue slowly licked every part that I had exposed. She wriggled in ecstasy. She almost yelled: "I will cum again, you bastards. It is torture, I do not know if I can stand it". She did! Lawyer was magic. I held her open, while he gently took her to an even higher peak. Suddenly, she began to buck up and down, still gripping my cock with her anal muscles. I lost my grip on her clitoris, but Lawyer took over, tugging it into his mouth, chewing it around, biting it, while his fingers explored her cunt. I moved with ease in and out of her back hole. It was, after all filled with warm sperm, which was now very liquid, but I did not cum again. This was Chestnut's stage, and she filled her role sublimely. She sang again, this time describing what she wanted: "Bite meeeeeeeee! Hurt me. Pull my clit all the way from my body! Suck me, please swallow me completely". Lawyer did, biting, pulling, chewing, and sucking, while she came, and came. Chestnut collapsed back onto my chest, pressing hard against me, squashing my nipple guards as she drove them into her back. Lawyer let her rest. He stretched his legs, and rested his head on his hands, and gazed at her cunt, her sex, and my cock still buried deep in her arse. Quietly he said: "Please can we do that to my wife, with me in her arse?" Chestnut asked if she might join in. Then said: "I will be sore for days. My arse is full, my clit has been violated, I will walk with a bandy legged gait, but that was amazing. Thank you both. It was wonderful!" "I have a butt plug in my briefcase. Please can you put it in? I want to keep your cum with me. I want to keep you in me for ever!" Slowly, I shrank out of her hole. The beautiful animal rolled onto its stomach, and lay there, gripping her whole anus tight. She was determined not to lose a drop of my cum. I crawled on my knees to her case. There really was a very discrete plug nesting quietly in one corner. I took it, realised that I could blow up the bulb slightly, when I had pushed it home. I aligned it, and simply shoved it deep into her arse. It vanished, except for the inflation bulb, and the small ring that characterised all her smaller dildos. She lay on her stomach with this little round bulb sticking out of her arse. I looked up, and gently took the bulb. I asked: "How tight do you want it, my Love?" She told me to pump away, so I did. A little while later, when the plug end must have been considerably wider than my cock, she said: "I think you had better stop. After what you have all done to me this weekend, that feels wonderful. I think that I could live with it up my arse forever". She then said: "Just unscrew the bulb, there is a one way valve, no air will escape." I unscrewed it, crawled to her case, and dropped it back where the dildo had originally been. I looked back at Chestnut, there was no sign of her plug, and I knew that my sperm was trapped in side her until she wanted to remove it. The thought made me hard again! Chestnut, and I looked, at Lawyer. We were not surprised that it had done the same to him. He was also kneeling, gently nursing a huge erection, slowly coming out of his trance. Butt plug in place, Chestnut was all business like. She said: Gentlemen, I think we have now completed our business for the afternoon." She crawled to kiss the tip of Lawyer's penis, then came to me. She said: "I think that this need cleaning. I would never be forgiven if I left you smelling of my arse". She simply gathered my cock into her mouth, licking me as a mother cat cleans her infant. I could not have been harder. A penis straight out of a beautiful bum is too erotic, she knew this, and was her commanding self again. She finished, kissed the tip, patted me on the bum, like a small child, and stood up. She walked to her briefcase, gathered all her papers together, and said: "Come Gentlemen, let us go and find the girls." She walked out of the room. SUNDAY EVENING Chestnut will never cease to amaze me. Lawyer, and I, knew that she had quite a large butt plug stuffed in her arse. Yet she walked completely normally. After all, she was used to wearing them for hours on end! She danced and skipped from the Study to the kitchen were my Partner was holding court with Lawyer wife, and her slave, Parlour Girl. Parlour Girl had stayed "shackled", with various piercings connected by her slightly tight gold chains. Her legs were apart, with her cunt lips fully exposed. Two weights hung down beneath the edge of the stool where she sat. A chain ran from her gold collar to wrap around my Partner's wrist. Otherwise she remained totally naked. Lawyer wife was definitely totally naked. Sometime during the afternoon her pubic hair had been completely shaved off. She had arrived, the perfect "Miss Prim" with a button down dress, and a neatly trimmed bush. Now she looked like a very young vulnerable teenager. I gazed hard at her crack, it was a small tight slit. I studied her body, she was beautiful, with tiny pert upturned breasts normally associated with the very young. It appeared that the others, Adonis, Titian's Mother, TF, and the delectable Titian, had left shortly after we went to work. The three left stayed talking, and drinking. Chestnut walked up to my Partner, and kissed her fully on the mouth. She gently pulled away, hugging her, while pressing the side of her face to her ear. She whispered: "You know my arse is full of his sperm. Thank you for lending him to me". She was given a huge kiss of approval. She blew another kiss at Parlour Girl, before planting one fully on Lawyer Wife's mouth. This time she whispered: "My stomach is full of your husbands sperm. Thank you too". Lawyer Wife turned deep red, and asked if this was true. Lawyer looked slightly sheepish, he went red, and described how his penis had disappeared completely into Chestnut's throat, while I fucked her in the arse. Miss Prim turned to her lawyer husband and said: "You bastard, I wanted that for me". Chestnut smothered the tiny woman, and whispered: "He wanted to fuck you in the arse". "He did not really want me, but that must cum later. Currently we are ravenously hungry, and that must be sated first, or he might eat you. You look absolutely beautiful with no body hair." Chestnut could not resist it. One hand held the small body tight, while the other floated over alabaster skin, brushing a nipple, and down over her flat stomach. A single middle finger traced into the tight closed crack. It vanished momentarily, only to reappear with Lawyer Wife's clit in tow. Suddenly she did not look so virginal, her clit remained hard, in the open, a little nubbin glistening on smooth skin in the evening sun. Chestnut's finger went to her mouth. She licked it clean, and whispered: "I want more of that, you taste wonderful". Just as suddenly the mood changed. With an "I could eat a horse" Chestnut took over. She vanished into the walk in larder, while my Partner dropped her slave's chain, and began to raid saucepans, and heat water. It was as though these two had spoken about a menu, yet they could not have done so. Chestnut reappeared with packets of fussily, and minced beef. She dumped these on the side, and vanished again. This time her arms were full of onions, and all the goodies necessary to make a large Bolognese sauce. Cutting boards came out; all the girls were armed with knives, and preparation with such urgency that it was obvious that the others were also ravenous. It was a sight that I had never seen before. Four beautiful girls, all with their backs to the centre of the kitchen, were all apparently stark naked, and all preparing food. Lawyer wife gathered a knife, a bowl, and onions. She sat demurely at the end of the kitchen table. A large frying pan began to sizzle and spit. My Partner, who was holding the pan, began to back away from the stove, bending forwards, and reaching out with straight arms. I grabbed an apron and dropped the fixed loop over her short fair hair. She turned to mouth "Thank you", just as I planted a kiss on her mouth, gathered the two ties together and pulled the skirt down to tie a bow behind her back. The sexy girl remained with her arse pointing back towards me, yet she went on cooking. I lent forwards, brushing my cock up, and down, her arse crack. She pushed a little further, so I pushed back. My knees bent, and my penis slipped slowly into her sopping cunt. Wow, we were fucking, and cooking together! Both hands went round under the top of her apron. My fingers traced around her "starburst" jewellery, before gently milking her nipples to long stiffness. And they were long; you will remember that she had been stretching them with especially adapted syringes, and that she was now lengthening them within the confines of the "starbursts". My guess was that I was feeling teats that were at least one inch long, half an inch in diameter, and very stiff. This had to stop for a little; I had guests to attend to. I pulled out of her cunt, and looked around for Lawyer. He had tied an apron on Chestnut, and was busy sorting out one for Parlour Girl. The little minx reminded him that she had to be pinned into her apron. Luckily the two large, nappy sized, stainless steel safety pins were still in the straps of her piny. They were passed back through the fabric, then through the completely mature holes in her nipples. He was in ecstasy as he pinned through both nipples. She looked as sexy as she had done on Saturday. Two huge safety pins were holding the "bib" of the apron to her nipples. All was finished, and his erection was huge. Parlour Girl thanked him; she bent down to plant a long, wet kiss on the tip of his penis. Lawyer Wife remained sitting alone at the kitchen table. Crocodile tears streamed down her cheeks. She was chopping up onions. I took her an apron, and dropped the hoop over her head. Only then did I realise that it was man sized, and that it would be huge on her slight frame. I pulled it down at the front. Her breasts popped out, her nipples hardened noticeably as the fabric tweaked them, and the upper edge of the bib rested under her breasts. She looked incredibly sexy with the straps passing either side of her small mounds, with the edge lifting them slightly up. I thought "In for a penny in for a pound". I lifted the lower part of the apron, folding it so that the waistband was also under her breasts, then I passed the straps under her armpits, only to find that they would go around at least two, or three times, and maybe a great deal more. Temptation took control as I leant forward to suck first her right, then her left nipple to full length. I pulled the straps tight, passed them back to her breasts, and began to bind both. She let out a long "Ohooooooooo", but continued to try to cut onions as I worked on her chest. I was in heaven, being allowed to bind the breasts of a very pretty woman. The ties were about half an inch wide, so I ensured that one band was flat around the base of her right breast, before I did the same to her left. Both began to bulge in that wonderful way that I had seen in bondage movies. They began to fill, and change colour. I pulled the binding as tight as I could, forming a hand into a claw cup to pull the bulging flesh out from her body, then pulling harder. She appeared to wriggle, and purr, with pleasure. There was just enough material for me to cross over between her breasts, and tie beneath. She now wore her apron, and had been bound, without making a sound. She continued to peel, and slice, huge tears, from the onions, tricking down both cheeks. They dropped off her chin before trickling down her breasts. I called Lawyer over to inspect. He was in heaven, fondling, and squeezing, both breasts so they changed colour even more. His wife simply smiled, and whispered: "I love it". I whispered: "Let's leave her for a moment to choose some wine. Then we might bind her even more". We returned quickly with three bottles of Barolo. Three should be enough as the girls had already been drinking, and we did not want alcohol to dampen anything that might cum later. Lawyer Wife was still sitting quietly. Her bound breasts were now quite balloon shaped and deep purple. Otherwise she looked radiant. Chestnut had just left her, the tips of her ballooning globes were wet, where they had been kissed and licked. Her mouth showed signs of a recent kiss, and her legs were wide apart. The apron had been lifted; her clit was exposed, and glistened again! Chestnut had taken the onions, and they were added to the pan. Great smells were wafting about as Parlour Girl was sent to the larder to find a large lump of fresh Parmesan cheese. I found glasses for us all, while Lawyer pulled the corks from all three bottles. We stood tasting the gorgeous heavy wine, while quietly discussing what would happen next. We decided to give a glass of wine to each of our cooks, and then we would confront Lawyer Wife with a proposition. If she was happy we would bind her more! Lawyer walked up to his wife, he went behind her, as her chair was still fairly close to the table, and unceremoniously pulled it back. She tipped her head backwards to look straight in his eyes. He said: "Would you like us to bind you more?" She nodded. They kissed as he massaged both breasts, willing her teats to become erect again by trapping them between his fingers. He mashed both bulging globes harder and harder, one completely in the palm of each hand, then he pressed them back into her body. She moaned, and loved it! I vanished to the main bedroom, to retrieve all the bindings that I had originally used to tie up my Partner at the beginning of our trials that led to the National Nude Week dinners. I returned with several other goodies. Lawyer was now standing in front of his wife, with his legs forcing hers apart. I showed him the goodies tray. He immediately took the mask, and slipped it over her eyes. She would see nothing of what we were doing. Using sigh language I indicated that we should use the long ties from the smart bathrobe to bind her knees as far apart as possible. Then I indicated that we should tie her ankles to the foot of each front chair leg with the tail of the ties. We worked in perfect unison, watching to time each pass, and finally knotted at the same time. Lawyer wife sat completely still, her sex exposed to our gaze, her arms along the fixed arms of the chair that she had originally chosen. Next we took the widest of the remaining bindings and strapped one around her waist. This stopped the apron from falling back to cover any of her body beneath her belly button. She was very exposed. I took Lawyer to one side to discuss whether we would let her feed herself. We decided against this, so selected the last pair of straps to bind her arms from elbow to her wrists. She looked absolutely wonderful. Now I indicated that I wanted to do something that I had originally done to my Partner. I took a long hypodermic needle from its sterile wrap, and mimed how it would go through her nipple. I took a heavy fishing weight, to indicate that these would be hung on the pierced tip. Finally I took a small ball gag and indicated that we should use it. Lawyer was grinning like a schoolboy, with a steel hard erection pointing straight out from his body. I whispered: "Gag first!" and indicated that he should kiss her, so that she opened her mouth. He had a better idea. He selected a small dildo from the goodies tray. He wiped pre-cum from the drip forming on the end of his penis, and offered it to his wife's mouth. It went in a long way. He withdrew it immediately, and popped the small ball gag in its place. The elastic strap was slipped over her head, and she was ready for the next exercise. He indicated that he wanted to pierce her nipples. This was going to be interesting! I took a sterilising pad, and indicated that he should clean both nipples, after he had sucked them as long as the bulging breasts would allow. He sucked and chewed each to a considerable size, and immediately wiped them all over. Lawyer Wife was obviously totally astonished; she bucked, and wriggled in anticipation of what might happen next. Lawyer was in top gear, and as I had been there before, I began to anticipate like an experienced theatre nurse with a surgeon. I held up a needle. He grabbed a sterile nipple by the upper and lower faces, and tugged it far from her already distended flesh. He held it stretched for a little while, with the tip going white, inspite of the purple hue of the rest of her breast. Then he grabbed the business end of the needle, plunging it straight through her nipple from inside to out. We both imagined that she let out a piercing scream, but it was stifled by the gag. By now the girls had realised what we were doing. My Partner came over to me to whisper that she had been talking all day about being pierced, wondering how it felt. Now she knew! Piercing for National Nude Day Ch. 09 Chestnut, dear Chestnut, realised that relief and fun might be had lower down. While the others returned to cooking that was almost ready she dropped to her knees between the strapped legs of he Lawyer Wife. She knew how wonderful she had felt a little earlier. She selected a long tube from the goodies tray, one that had been used several times before; then she reached forward and blew. A stream of cold air ran up and down the girl like crack between her stretched thighs. She concentrated more and more on the still exposed clit. The whole surface began to quiver. Chestnut stopped, her hand went forwards without touching any part of the bare skin. She gripped the engorged clit between her thumb and middle finger, and pulled it far out from her crack. She simply held it there long and extended, the end going white in her grip. Meanwhile Lawyer was ready for the other breast, while his wife was concentrating on what was happening to her most intimate sex. He showed no mercy, grabbing the still distended nipple so that he could force the pin through from the inside to the out. He did. Two long hypodermic needles looked wonderful on the ends of two very engorged nipples. I indicated that he should take the two little caps that my Partner had used to safeguard the sharp ends. He deftly slipped them onto the tips, took two large fishing weights, still equipped with rubber bands, and simply dropped the hoops over the needle ends, while still holding the weights. He knew exactly what would turn her on. He dropped the weights. The rubber bands were two, or so, inches long, so the heavy weights fell quite a way before hanging loose. Her nipples, and the whole of each bulbous breast were stretched downwards. The weights swayed gently. Lawyer wife jumped with surprise! This was nothing to her next surprise. Chestnut had realised that this was somebody who enjoyed pain, probably with a high threshold. She still held the clit end in a vice like grip, while she indicated that she wanted to look in the goodies tray. I think we both knew what she would select. She indicated a short stubby needle, still in its pack. Lawyer offered her the end, and a sterile wipe. But she had a better idea. She still had the tube in her mouth. There was a small bottle of surgical spirit on the tray. We realised what she would do, I undid the cap; she sucked a small amount into the tube, and blew it all over the closed slit and stretched clit. It must have stung like hell. It also cooled and anaesthetised the whole end for the next trick. Chestnut tweaked the needle from it's sterile tube and plunged it straight through very far down the extended body. She did not let go even when she had slipped a retaining cap on the sharp end. The goodies tray was still close by; she grabbed two more very large weights, with their long bands and slipped them over the two exposed ends. She lifted the pair clear of the front edge of the seat, and dropped them We all imagined another scream, and Lawyer Wife certainly bit hard into the ball gag, but no sound, not even a murmur was heard. Her clit stretched downwards, slightly opening the remainder of her little girl crack. She was soaking wet. Chestnut leant forwards, kissing, licking, and caressing the whole of her sex, while her fingers took the beautiful bound woman to a crashing orgasm. Lawyer Wife writhed and strained at her bonds as she crashed through a number of huge highs. Chestnut showed no mercy, continuing to explore her now totally engorged, and stretched sex. Slowly she calmed. Chestnut reached for the bindings on her legs, and unwound them. Lawyer took the mask from her eyes. She blinked and stared as she focused again, instantly looking down at her purple, bulging breasts. Chestnut remained, naked as ever, kneeling on the floor, gently, idly tweaking the heavy weights that hung from her clit. Lawyer, and I, went either side of the chair, and began to unbind her arms. I rolled the ball gag down her chin to sit around her neck, and she spoke: "That was amazing, what have you done to me, what am I becoming". Slowly, gingerly, her hands went to her bulging breasts. They traced lovingly all over each globe, then went to her distended nipples, down the rubber bands to the weights pulling towards her waist. She lifted each weight. Holding them, assessing them, then pulling each nipple away from her body. Suddenly she dropped both at the same time. They swung down in a long arc, hitting her lower stomach hard. Her breasts were visibly pulled out of shape. Her nipples stretched more. She gasped and shouted: "Oh! That is wonderful! I want to try the weights on my clit". She jumped up, and stepped towards her husband. She stopped dead; the stretching sensations were almost too much. He rushed to her to hold her up. They hugged, and hugged. They only parted when she said: "I think my breasts will burst if you squeeze me any tighter". We all laughed, but it was true. They were deep purple, and her nipples were still stretching. She turned to gather Chestnut to her, to thank her for the orgasm that she had been given. Then she went to a kitchen stool, she climbed on it. Her legs up under her bum, in the way that athletic small women can do. She perched with the clit weights hanging in space, and her upper body bent forwards so that her nipple weight were clear of the bottom of the apron. She beckoned us all around and began to describe the sensations of being bound, then pierced. As she talked she touched, and stroked her skin. She said that breast binding was extraordinary. She said: "I imagine that they will hurt, and ache when released. Now they feel full, stretched, warm and wonderful. I can feel my heartbeat when I touch the skin". "I have always wanted larger breasts". She turned to my Partner to ask: "Do you think you can make me some bindings, and nipple stretchers?" The designer immediately answered her: "Of course I can, the bindings might be like Parlour Girls collar, except that they can come off. And we can use a hand operated pump to suck them larger before you apply the bands" "Nipple stretching is no problem, we can do that, but you must take time with both". "Mine were no larger than yours before I started training them to over one inch long". Suddenly Lawyer Wife giggled, and said: "I can then wear transparent clothes, with bare breasts, and stretched nipples showing through. Then I will go to smart functions with Lawyer. It will embarrass all his partners, and they will lust after dowdy old me!" "Do you think I can come to work in your store? I would be very cheap". Nobody was sure what the last comment meant, and it was time to eat. Over dinner it was agreed that everybody would stay the night. Parlour Girl was virtually living with us, trying to become pregnant to give her mistress, My Partner, the child that she could never have. It had been quite a day, we ate, said our good night, pottered around doing odd things, then all went to bed. Chestnut in one spare room, and an unbound Wife and her Lawyer husband in another. Parlour Girl came with us to the large bed where she had lost her virginity. Lawyer Wife had eaten her dinner with her breasts still tightly bound, and weights hanging from her teats. Weights remained on her clit, and she appeared to love it all. After dinner, and several more glasses of wine her globes were wonderful smooth purple orbs, and I realised that she did not want them unbound. Well they had to be, so Dear Chestnut kissed, and massaged both, while Lawyer undid the bow between them, and began to unbind. Blood began to flow back, she was in obvious discomfort, but deft fingers continued to work on her, while another's hand played with her cunt. She has a high pain threshold, and simply loved all the new sensations, and it seemed the discomfort, bordering on pain. Se lifted each weight, removed the end cap and withdrew the needles. Al little drop of blood appeared on the outer surface of one nipple. Her husband licked it off. She gave her clit one final swing of the weights, then sharply pulled the pin out. She exclaimed: "That did not hurt at all" We all agreed that there was no pain on withdrawing play pins, and little when they were inserted. Most of that appeared to be in the mind! We went to bed, having agreed that we would have a lazy Monday. As far as I knew Chestnut's arse was still full of my sperm. MONDAY Being successfully self employed has one great advantage. We usually get up when we have finished sleeping. It also appeared to be shared with Lawyer, as a senior partner in his firm. We woke up when we were ready! Well not quite, as I was woken, early, by a wet mouth sucking my cock to an erection. It appeared to be Parlour Girl, who had not had much sleep. Once my cock was hard, she swung her lithe body over my middle, aligned herself, and sank down until I was completely in her cunt. My Partner slept on beside us. She lent forwards, pressing her extraordinary pierced breasts into my chest. Then she whispered: "I could not sleep, so I spent the night with Chestnut." "I took her butt plug out, and finally fisted her in the arse. Your cum was all liquid, but I scooped, and drank, as much as I could straight from her back passage. I put my face to her hole, and sucked you from her. She stretched her arse cheeks as far as possible, and I drank all I could get". "I cannot get enough of you". I was not surprised, I could still smell a heady mixture on her breath. Earlier in the weekend, after I had taken her virgin hole, she had cleaned my cock straight from her arse. I am sure that I am not alone in finding this disgustingly erotic. The more she talked the harder I fucked her tight cunt. I rammed myself in and out, her movements matching mine. As I pressed up, she pressed down. Chestnut had taken her "guards" off, so I tore into her until my cock exploded deep inside, filling her womb with life giving seed. I came in record time. For once I did not bother with her orgasm. She would have had several with Chestnut. All the intimate whispering, followed by violent movements, awoke my Partner. She was pleased that I had fucked Parlour Girl once again, but shook her head in amazement when she heard about her exploits with Chestnut. She suggested that we all bath together, then go to prepare brunch for everybody. Chestnut was next to appear, stark naked, and as beautiful as ever. She sat down to eat, then started to describe her night. It appeared that the little slave had stolen into her room, where she was sleeping on her back. She was only covered by a single sheet. She did not wake when it was pulled from her breasts, and the first she knew of the assault was that her nipples were being sucked. Parlour Girl then asked to drink all of my sperm. She hoped that it was still trapped by the butt plug. Chestnut told her that she was lucky that it was still in position, and that the cum would have become very liquid. She thought for a little then said that we should 69, with me underneath. She did not need to say anymore, except that the had both cum several times! Last to appear were a very contented, almost smug looking, Lawyer, and his little wife. They were also stark naked, so it was obvious that this was to be our new home dress code. Lawyer Wife's breasts still showed slight signs of being bound. They had still not returned to the alabaster colour of the rest of her skin. Her nipples stood out, proud and erect. As she sat down she turned to Chestnut to say: "I think I should understand how you wear butt plugs." I have just been fucked in the arse, and will leave a puddle on my chair without one". Then she turned to my Partner to say: "Pease will you start to stretch my nipples immediately. I want Parlour Girl to pierce them as soon as possible. I want them beautiful and long like yours." Brunch finished and we all went about our morning chores. All the girls vanished into my Partner's studio and workroom. Then, only after a few minutes Lawyer wife rushed out with two vacuum stretchers sucking her nipples longer. (See: Piercing for National Nude Day – We stretch one day to five) She was extraordinary excited rushing up to her husband to crush both against his chest. Both nipples were folded downwards, and her breasts completely flattened. It must have hurt, but she simply loved it! She was also wearing a butt plug. The one that Parlour Girl had worn before her egg sized gold one was fitted. Several things began to happen in the Studio. The newly acquired Parlour would require turnkey refurbishment on Tuesday, and Wednesday. Invitations had to be sent out for the grand opening on Wednesday evening. All went through without a hitch using the power of IT. Workmen were instructed to arrive at 08.30 on Tuesday morning. I expected that they were in for a surprise as the girls would be dressed for business, in very little. In the meantime Lawyer, and I, prepared to go to his office. We needed to meet the Restaurateur, who had started it all during dinner on Nude Friday. After all he was to be a partner in the Parlour. We realised that we would be expected to wear clothes, but decided on the minimum. We dressed in slacks, and open necked shirts. Lawyer had arrived in one for the barbeque on Saturday night. Suddenly Lawyer Wife announced that she was going to the office with us, and that she would wear the semi transparent dress. She rushed back to the Studio to ask if there was some way that she could be dressed up. She reappeared within minutes, resplendent in the dress. My Partner had also loaned her the two Starburst jewels. Now she has pierced nipples to hold them on. Lawyer Wife did not, so they had devised a simple clamp by winding gold wire tight around each nipple. This made easier, as they were still elongated from their first stretching. The bindings were so tight that they obviously could not be worn for long. It was almost impossible to tell that the tips of her teats were actually bare. They had changed colour to quite a deep purple once again, and each was capped by a sparkling diamond stud! Otherwise she was completely naked beneath the transparent dress; her child like, girl's body was only showing in bright sunlight. It was very sexy, and she knew it! It seemed that all the girls had helped dress her, before she asked to use the diamond pins that my Partner had forced into the tip of each of her nipples before we went out for the Friday dinner, and Titian's Mother had worn thru Saturday night. I was still wondering how a woman could change from the repressed prude, who stood at our door on Saturday afternoon, into a nymphomaniac during one weekend. I will always wonder, but also be thankful that she did. All the girls came out onto the street to see us off to meet our restaurateur. My Partner brought the outer coat, which went with Lawyer Wife's dress, and which she had originally worn. She said that it was just in case there was a change of mind. Lawyer and I doubted there would be as we wafted into the city. A nymphomanias sat in the centre of the back seat, feet and knees wide spread. She was totally exposed, smooth and bare. Her husband adjusted his interior mirror so that he could watch. It is luck that Lawyer was, and remains, the Senior Partner. We arrived, and before we could park our nymph was out, into the building. We followed as quickly, and decorously as we could. As far as we could tell she had been through every partners offices by the time we arrived at Lawyer's office door. She was spinning in his chair, with his rather older frumpy secretary in attendance! The poor woman had known Lawyer Wife form many years, and always seen her as a staunch supporter of decorum in the office. Somebody, who would always frown on too much cleavage being shown, and too short skirts worn by younger prettier female staff. Yet here she was dressed outrageously! As far as the poor woman could see, and Lawyer Wife allowed her to see a great deal, she wore a transparent dress, and nothing else. But she was not sure. Her dress was very short, and it had ridden high in her thighs, but all she could see were glimpses of pink, and she was not sure that she should be looking. Her breasts were covered by the most beautiful gold jewellery, which appeared moulded to her body outline. Miss Frump felt she had to look closer as she could not see how it was held in place. She stared, and saw clearly that there was a spiral of gold pointing out from the middle of each jewel. She was not sure what they were fixed to, but the centre of each glinted bright. She thought that they must be diamonds, so she asked about them. Miss Frump had the shock of her life. Lawyer Wife stood up to stop a few inches away. She held her left breast up, with two fingers holding the wire bound tight around her nipple. Two fingers on her other hand went to the diamond. She pulled the pin out about an inch, and Miss Frump saw that it was driven straight into the end of her nipple. There was a loud gasp, and Miss Frump whispered: "It must hurt". Lawyer Wife giggled, and said: "Oh no! "Why don't you push it in again, it is a wonderful feeling!" A reluctant hand gingerly moved to touch the pin. Two fingers took hold of it, and Lawyer walked in to see his secretary of many years press the pin home again. Miss Frump turned beetroot red. Lawyer took control, he apologised to Miss Frump for his wife's behaviour, saying that he did not know what had come over her since Friday, but that they had several jobs to finish before the Restaurateur arrived. Miss Frump's reply startled us all. She said: "Oh, I think that is wonderful, she is so beautiful, I have always envied her looks, and wanted to be like her". "Now I want to even more." She left the room, where three people stood in silent amazement. To be continued……. Dear Reader: Gussie would love comments, feedback is great fun, and very useful, as are the occasional votes! © Copyright Gussie – September 2004 Piercing for National Nude Day Ch. 10 Chapter 10: Monday to Wednesday leading to the Gala Opening Dear readers: If you totally confused this story please read the Piercing for NND stories leading to this tale. They might help you follow what is going on. ENJOY! * * * * * THE OFFICE After Miss Frump left nobody said a word. Lawyer was standing open mouthed, and I suspect that I was also looking like an idiot. Lawyer wife had her hand to her mouth. She was stifling a laugh. She broke down, and giggled: "That has made me so horny. Please can you both fuck me"? She jumped up, walked to a beautiful leather armchair, with a back at an ideal height. She bent her wonderful, girl like, body over, almost exposing her bum. We knew to be bare beneath the thigh length hem of her dress. She was in complete control, turning to her husband to say: "I want you up my arse again, while I instruct "him" to do other nasty things!" She reached behind, yanked her dress above her waist, and grabbed an arse cheek in either hand. She stretched each apart, exposing her, recently fucked, but tight closed rosebud. She said: "What are you waiting for? Do not spare me". Lawyer's answer was to run forwards unzipping his flies, to fish out his cock. It was growing enormous. The tip was dribbling a string of pre-cum to the back of his hand, and back to his zip. It was an extraordinary sight. He aligned himself with his wife's hole, dropped a stream of spit onto his cock, and continued forwards. It was to be his only lubrication, together with the small string of pre-cum that stretched from his flies to the tip of his cock. He grabbed her waist, and went straight in. She let out a muffled scream. Her left hand flew around her slight frame, and she bit hard into her lower arm. He continued to plunge forwards. He raped his wife's small hole with no mercy. He only stopped when his balls were squashed against her cunt. I guess it must have hurt him; she was very small. She reared upwards. They were almost standing upright, pressed very tight together, connected by his cock. Both her hands flew to her breasts. She screamed: "Oooooooooh! Oooooooooooh that hurt! That hurt! You are splitting me open!" "But please show me no mercy!" He stood stock still, except that his hands also went around to grab her breasts. Her wire bound teats pressed through between his fingers. Her own hands slipped out from beneath, to covered his. She mashed all hard to her body. They were still. Suddenly, simultaneously, her fingers went to the tips of each nipple, and he began to work his cock in and out. She pulled both the diamond studs out together to about half an inch, just as she had done for Miss Frump. Then she plunged them deep into each bulging end, forcing her bound nipples to flatten against the tightly wound gold wire. Her husband held each breast tight in his fist as she did this, squeezing her nipples out from the jewelled dress. He began to show no mercy, plunging in, and out, of her dry hole. Their only relief came when he dropped another huge glob of spit accurately onto the centre of his cock as it was rammed home the third time. If she was in agony, from the reaming that she was being given, it did not show. As he pulled out, she reared up with a glazed look on her face. Each time she reared up she pulled the pins far out from the ends of her teats. Each time he pressed home, she pressed them hard back into the tips, as she bent forward to brace herself against his onslaught. At the same moment his fingers were gripping her harder. Two pressed either side of the coiled gold, then pulled her nipples far out from her body. They stretched, and milking, her breasts into long cones. It was a doubly erotic dance, and I was becoming frantic to join in. I was also worried what constant plunging of the piercing needles would do to her nipples, but she was obviously in a trance. She did not care. Suddenly, as she leant forward a sixth, or seventh time, she formed her mouth into a completely round "O". I took this to be an invitation. Her face was about level with where my cock might be if I knelt on the cushion of the chair. She tilted it far back so that her throat was in line with the "O" of her mouth. I had already unzipped my flies, and hauled my raging cock into view. I was stroking it. I walked forwards aiming the head with both hands. My knees slipped onto the leather, and continued towards her open mouth. I thought: "If he can go straight in, then so can I". I do not think I had ever been harder. I stuck straight out of my trousers like a ramrod. I hit the back of her mouth. I felt the tip constrict on her tightness, where the smallness of her throat begun, but I continued to press forwards. She started to gag. Then I remembered that she had said: "Show me no mercy". I thought: "Well, the gagging bile will lubricate her throat". I pressed on. I locked her head between my hands, and forced myself deeper into her body. It was just as it had been when I had filled Chestnut's arse with sperm, and Lawyer filled her stomach with his cum. We synchronised our movements, so Lawyer plunged into her arse as I forced my cock down her gullet. I showed a little mercy, withdrawing far enough for her to grab a breath, but that was all. I held either side of her head still against my onslaught. She became the raped filling in the sandwich between our two cocks. Both appeared to be determined to meet somewhere deep inside her. I pictured two heads meeting, and the tips kissing, like tunnel diggers. It made me harder still. Do not forget that the girls had shaved me bare, so, by the third thrust, my pubic bone was hitting her hard on the nose squashing it into her pretty face. I had passed deep into her throat. I knew I could not keep my thrusting up for long. I was too near orgasm. Pressing hard into her mouth was bringing me on. I allowed my grip to loosen, it would not be necessary now that her throat was used to my penis. I slipped my hands down to wrap my fingers around her upper neck, to feel her throat expanding, and contracting, as the tip of my penis passed beneath. It was as erotic as ever. I screamed at Lawyer: "How long?" He shouted back: "Three more thrusts." We began to count, shouting it out so loudly that Miss Frump must have heard, and the rest of the office would be aware of a commotion: "One". "Two". "Three". We both held her tight. I held the back of her head. Her face was squashed hard into my groin. Her arse was being completely split by his cock. We exploded into her. I was shooting streams of sperm directly into her stomach, Lawyer deep into her lower bowels. We shot so hard that nothing would not have touched the sides for inches. Glob, after glob, of the life giving goo hurtled into her inside. The pulses were so enormous that I could imagine streams of cum meeting, even if our cocks would not. I did not let her come up to breath until I was completely spent. I held her tight to me. Her face was turning red, almost purple. I eased off a little. I looked down at her beautiful face, my penis slowly easing from her stretched mouth. The tip cleared her throat, and I slowly withdrew from her mouth. Her eyes were full of lust, and beginning to water, as she gasped for her first breaths. Suddenly the office door flew open, and Miss Frump marched in. She was just beginning to demanded to know what all the noise was about, when she started to focus. She stopped dead. She realised that her boss was standing close to what might be his wife's naked arse, and my cock was hanging out of my trousers, wet, and still very rampant. It was only a few inches from a very red face. She went a bright beetroot colour for the second time in one hour. She realised that Lawyer Wife was genuinely naked below her waist, so she walked forwards to look. She was in a spinster trance, completely bemused by all the experiences that were being showered on her. Miss Frump, poor caring Miss Frump, who had always looked up to this beautiful, child like, young woman, had earlier seen that her breasts were bare, with diamonds driven straight into the end of each nipple. Then she realised where the pins went, and she whispered: "It must hurt". Lawyer Wife had giggled, pulled a pin partly out, and said: "Oh no! "Why don't you push it in again, it is a wonderful feeling!" The secretary's reluctant hand had gingerly moved to touch the pin. Two fingers had taken hold of it, and Lawyer had walked in to see the pin pressed home again. Lawyer took control that time. He did so again. Once more he apologised for his wife's behaviour. Then he said: "Why don't you come close to have a look"? He pulled further out of his wife's arse, his glistening red penis forming a hose like connecting bridge from where it shot out of his trousers, to where it vanished into the perfect round hole that his wife's anus had formed around the tip. Miss Frump took two steps to stand beside the chair. She gasped, and said: "I did not know that was possible". "Oh, it looks so beautiful, she has such a pretty bottom." "May I touch?" Her right hand went out to touch the stretched skin. It traced all around where the unblemished milk white body suddenly met the hard gleaming cock. Her fingers picked up on what little lubricant there was. She massaged it gently into the smoothness. Lawyer Wife looked round, we could see that she had an enormous grin on her face. She said: "Oh yes, it is possible! "It hurts like hell at first, but this is the second time today. I am still stretched, and it did not hurt as much this time. Now it feels at home. It is wonderful. I have never been so full." Then she asked the poor woman to kiss her on the lips. She held out her left hand, reaching round for Miss Frump's fingers that were still tracing around her hole. She took them to her mouth. She licked, and sucked, each long spidery finger with the care of a mother cat, before she pulled the poor woman towards her. She reared upwards again, guiding the mouth to her's that had recently devoured my cock. They kissed lip-to-lip, tongues exploring, until Miss Frump finally pulled away with a puzzled expression on her face. Lawyer Wife said: "You have just tasted cum, isn't it gorgeous. My belly has been filled from both ends by these bastards!" Lawyer's Secretary was in for one more total shock. The head of the cock finally popped out of her arse. It made a light "popping" sound. Lawyer Wife turned to face him, placing a huge kiss full on his mouth before sinking to her knees. Her face was level with his now gently drooping member. She gathered it into her mouth, and began to lick. Miss Frump gasped again. She saw it licked completely clean. Once the job was complete, she kissed the tip with a matronly peck, patted her husband on his still trousered arse, and said: "Now put that thing away". Then, turning to me she said: "And you do the same with yours". "I thank you both. Gentlemen! That was the best sex I have ever had". "Us Girls will go make you all some tea, as I bet the Restaurateur has arrived. I have just been fed, but I guess you all need feeding". She stood up, brushed her short dress down beneath her bum, and held out her hand. Miss Frump said: "Well that was why I came in. He has been sitting in my office for some time". They left the room, hand in hand, where, this time, two people stood in silent amazement. I am sure that the room still stank of sex, but we hastily rearranged our clothing, and prepared for my Italian Friend, the Restaurateur. Restaurateur had a somewhat startled look on his face as he came into the huge office. I asked him about it. He said that he had, again, bent to kiss a ladies hand, and, once more, had almost brushed his lips on a nipple, (See: Piercing for National Nude Day - 01). He had realised that it was the same dress! I have to say that Chestnut had done a sterling job with all the papers on Saturday. All signing was over in a trice. While we drank coffee, and munched on sandwiches. As we left Restaurateur invited Miss Frump to have dinner with us at his place on Friday. He explained that, since National Nude Day, Friday had become a special evening where people came dressed, as they wanted, including, but very rarely totally nude. He said that this was not considered "de rigueur", but that pierced nipples were now considered clothing, and transparent voyeuristic dresses were especially loved. Miss Frump looked very worried, but Lawyer Wife took her hand. She whispered something in the older ladies' ear. Whatever was said made her turn deep red for a third time, but she smiled, and said: "I would love to come, and I now know what I can wear". All our the male mouths fell open, so I invited her to the Grand Opening of the Parlour on Wednesday evening. We left. We drove to the Parlour. THE PARLOUR – MONDAY AFTERNOON Several things that needed to happen had been initiated from the Studio early on Monday morning. The idea was that the newly acquired Parlour would require, lightning fast, turnkey refurbishment on Tuesday, and Wednesday. Little did we know how our fame, and message was spreading! Everything began to speed up as we were signing papers at Lawyer's Offices. We arrived at the up market shopping mall to find new window glass already in place, and the interior being pulled apart. Our idea was that although it was a piercing parlour it would be very smart. The design used many standard components, which we hoped were in stock. They were, so we were lucky. My Partner wanted the front of shop to be a very smart jewellers, not a piercing parlour, and the idea was working. Thick carpets were being laid. New glass showcases were being fitted, with the only difference being that they would show jewellery piercing, and fitting the intimate parts, nipples, breasts, etc., for both male and female customers, with labia minor, major, and clitoris, piercings for the girls, plus very intimate products, (See the plugs designed for Parlour Girl), and penis bars, cock rings, etc., for the boys. We had discussed finding the most life like, full sized, male and female, mannequins as possible. Wonderful ones were close to hand, so had been ordered. These were to rotate slowly in plastic, or glass, tubes. Obviously they would be dressed overall in piercing jewellery. Using the web we also found very lifelike breasts, even different sizes! We located modelled female sex organs, and of course, individual cocks were no problem. There are dildos of every size and colour. Some would arrive in time for the opening, but it did not matter, and all would be with us within the week. The four mannequins had arrived. They exceeded our expectations in every way. One could have been Chestnut, the other Parlour Girl, so they were to be made even more like them. The males might have been Adonis, and TF. It was a miracle! We had already begun to see how to exhibit the glory of all products being made from precious metals, with jewels, and semi precious stones. This would make it even more extraordinary. We arrived to a near riot with the workmen. About half an hour earlier my Partner had led Parlour Girl onto the premises with her gold collar on, attached to a gold chain. She was wearing little else, and my Partner also was fairly scantily dressed! Worker concentration went out of the window. It went even further when the recently ravished Lawyer Wife realised that workmen were already all over the place. She skipped, and ran, to meet them, rather as she had vanished into her husband's office. Her dress was almost completely transparent in the bright lights, and to their leering, radar eyes, she was obviously wearing little else! They completely stopped work! Whistles, and catcalls, followed her in to find her friends! All the girls gathered in the inner managers office, and a large delegation knocked on the door. They wanted to talk. The girls complained. They realised that the group was everybody! All wanted to be close to the scantily clad women. They also wanted to know what the redecoration was about. My wonderful Partner took control. She perched on a high stool in front of the men, with her Slave sitting cross-legged at her feet. Her hand held the chain, which dipped to the ground, before attaching to the gold collar. Wanton Parlour Girl could not resist showing her sex to them all. She faced them, hands pressed down on her knees, which were spread to give maximum exposure. My Partner quickly told the story of National Nude Week, about the parlour, and much of the truth about Parlour Girl. She explained that this nymph, who was sitting wantonly exposed in to all the men, was to be manager, and that she, plus all assistants would also all be scantily clad. It appeared that everything had gathered pace after our slow start in the morning. Once Lawyer, his wife, and I had left for his office, the Girls worked hard. All invitations for the Gala Opening were sent out via past, courier, and by hand. Then calls were made to turnkey people to see that they were OK for a Tuesday start. The surprise was that teams wanted to start immediately. Another courier was dispatched with keys, and it was agreed that the Girls would visit the site after lunch to see how things were progressing. Then the Girls were at a loss what to do. The problem was solved when they decided to change for the afternoon meetings. Chestnut had to go home, braless as she had been when I met her at our front door two days before. She put the very tight fitting top, and short skirt back on. My Partner said that her teats were longer still, and very visible through the fabric. She said that she had to "dress" for the office, then go there to make her peace. She assured them that part of her dressing would be a butt plug. The other Girls hoped that she would be able to come to the Parlour later in the afternoon. Equally we all hoped that she would join the Parlour Team. That left my Partner, and her slave, Parlour Girl, to dress. The latter was easy. She was already dressed in her breast jewellery, the gold collar, and new labia piercing rings, so a decision had to be made about the remainder. The three large gold rings through both her newly stretched labia would require time to heal. She would be sore. Great care had to be taken, but nobody knew more about this than Parlour Girl herself. This meant that she would not be able to wear her butt plug, cunt, and clit linking jewel as it had originally been designed. Sitting with labia was completely exposed to the workmen, three rings hung down sexily on either side. I could see what the little minx was doing. I was standing behind the delegation. I could watch them as they leered at her sex. I was trying to see how things had been changed. The two girls had replaced the broad spreader band. This was the one that went from her cunt hole to her clit. It was now a tight, flat, narrow chain. They had obviously removed her clit cap, and incorporated it into the start of the new jewellery. You may remember that this stretched her clit up into the gold tube. It was held by a bar through around the centre. The whole was capped of by a screw in jewelled cap. It was in position, and was very visible, sticking straight out. A gold chain passed from her outer right nipple ring, through a gold loop on her clit bar, then back to her other nipple. It sagged, and was loose, when she was sitting displaying herself. It was tight, pulling her clit up, when she was standing. Her breasts remained amazing, each encased in a perfectly fitting gold cage. Nothing sagged on this young woman. The cages were held in position by a small tubes at the centre. Her nipples passed through the tube, and were being slowly stretched longer. Some half an inch, of each, was in the tubes, and a vertical ball ended bar held each cage in position. Piercing for National Nude Day Ch. 10 As I have already said, her outer, horizontal piercings were loops through which the chains passed. If I looked hard I could see that her cunt ring was in it's hole, but I could not see if this had been plugged. So I guessed that her egg sized butt plug had also been driven into her arse. I doubted that the workmen would know this! I was absolutely certain that none of the workmen would have seen anything quite so erotic, except that my Partner was sitting behind her, with Lawyer Wife to one side. The latter stood demurely, and very childlike, completely still. Her legs were slightly apart. There was an obvious stream of semen dribbling from her anal hole. It ran down the inside of her right thigh. She had been fucked in the arse twice already, so would be full of liquid sperm. The stream ran an inch, or two, below the hem of her transparent dress, and dried white, clearly visible on her alabaster skin. Suddenly I realised that she really was becoming a nymphomaniac. She was squeezing more goo out with her arse muscles. The dribble was becoming longer as one stream ran down over the last, making a thicker, more obvious white streak. Her breasts were still encased in the Starburst Jewels, so my Partner asked her to show the men how these were held onto the front of the embroidered dress. She walked to the front, only a foot or so away from the first man, and turned sideways. She slowly described how her nipples had been stretched, then thin gold wire had been wound onto each. Her own words were that it was like rope splicing work. Then she said: "I bet none of you know why you cannot see any nipple!" There were murmurs through the group of workmen as she said: "You look like the foreman. Come here, and I will show you." He came forwards; she took his hand, and led one of his enormous fingers to the tip of her nearest nipple. He touched the end, just as she let go of his finger, and gripped either side of the diamond pin. Once again she pulled it out an inch, or so, from the end of what must have been becoming a very sore nipple. He gasped, and all in the front rows could see his jeans begin to tent as lust took over. She repeated the trick that she had played on Miss Frump. She said: "Push it in". Slowly, very slowly he did this, as his free hand began to stroke his cock outside his clothes. Sense took over, and she said: "That is enough!" Before returning to stand beside my Partner. Saturday afternoon shopping had been for a variety of transparent, see through dresses, mostly with thin topcoats. They had found one to match the original that my Partner had worn on Piercing Friday, and our first foray to meet Restaurateur. This was being worn by Lawyer Wife. Now you will remember that my Partner never wears a bra, and had been stretching her nipples. She had machine embroidered two round holes exactly where her nipples tented the inside of the fine fabric. Both nipples had been pulled through the holes, and her new stretching rings had been slipped on. These latest ones were, very simple, large coned discs, which turned into tubes that were almost an inch long. The diameter of each disc was about the same as a normal areola. Luckily my Partner had over sized ones, which were being sucked to "standard size" as she stretched her nipples. They were held in place by her horizontal nipple pins. There was about another quarter of an inch of bare nipple, clearly visible in front of each pin. All the workers could see that her nipples were very long, and I have yet to meet a man who is not turned ion by the "long nipple" fetish. She looked very sexy, especially as we could all see that she was wearing something lower down. She turned to Lawyer Wife, and said: "Before we give them a display of our cunts, shall I show them how long my nipples are?" The latter grinned, and the both stepped forwards. They stopped with legs wide apart. Lawyer wife was learning fast. She turned to my Partner, her hands went to her right breast, she unscrewed the outer vertical bar, and pulled it out. She pressed slightly down on the gold cover, and unscrewed the horizontal bar. She left the tube in place, with the now engorged nipple still showing, while she deftly unscrewed her left teat. She leant forwards to take the right nipple in her mouth, sucking, and wetting, it thoroughly. She did the same to the left nipple. Then, using both hands, she eased the gold cones off each nipple, giving them to Parlour Girl, complete with all the bars, and ends. There was total silence in the room. I suspect all the men had stopped breathing! The Girls grasped the hem of their very short dresses, and lifted them up to above their navels. My Partner continued to lift her dress. Her glorious cone shaped breasts slowly appeared. It has to have been the most erotic striptease I have ever seen. I suspect we were all holding our breaths. I was. I watched as the sexy woman slowly rolled the hem to make it thicker. She pulled it tight across her body as the fullness of the underside of her breasts began to appear. The rope like edge slid slowly up. Her areola appeared, then the base of her long thick nipples. She stopped, and deliberately bent them upwards. More and more of their extraordinary length, and their thickness, began to appear, pressed hard to her breasts. Suddenly they released, the whole lengths flicking into view sticking proudly out from the cone of each breast. She pulled the dress completely off to stand naked, but for her lower jewellery. The men let out a chorus of gasps, and began to clap. They gazed with complete lust, drinking in the scene. Lawyer wife had raised her hem to expose almost childlike naked cunt lips, but not her breasts. The stream of white cum could now be seen very clearly see. It was still running down her inner thigh, almost to her knee. Then they looked back at my Partner. Her nipples still stood proud, so they studied all her body. She was wearing the full lower Starburst jewel. It was obviously held in place by a pin through her engorged clit. It looked beautiful, and completely replaced her pubic hair. That would make them all think! The final act was when my Partner pulled on her chain, and the Slave jumped up, with her hands at her side, and eyes correctly cast down. She stood completely still, until she was turned so that her back was to the line of clapping men. They fell silent. The Slave Girl was told to place her feet wide apart, then to bend double to touch her toes with the tips of her fingers. She executed a slow bend to reveal her arse, and the beginning of her cunt. Bent almost double, she was then told to stretch behind to pull her arse cheeks apart. She did so, very sexily, gazing back at the men through her parted legs. All her sex was exposed to their leering gaze. The audience was left to speculate on how a wide ribbon of gold passed around from her cunt, and stopped at her arsehole. It would be a topic of discussion for days, and I guessed that none would have deduced that it ended in a large, egg sized, butt plug. Men think they know it all! All this time Lawyer had been standing at my side. He took over again. He came to the front, and said: "Gentlemen we need this place finishing to your highest standards, and we know that you will do this". "No expense is to be spared". "We will also have rules. This is a shop full of fine jewellery, as well as a piercing parlour". "Please tell your wives, and girlfriends, about it. Please feel free to come as often as you like." "But entrance will be restricted as with all fine jewellery shops." "We will have jewellery, and dresses, for hire, or for sale. We will also pierce, stretch, and do other things". "Our shop assistants will all be dressed very provocatively." "But, inspite of our lewd display, this is not a sex shop. It is a completely legitimate business, which may change perceptions about dress". Everybody clapped again, and all the workers went off to their appointed tasks. There was much to do. THE PARLOUR – MONDAY EVENING All the men worked like Trojans to signing off time. Shortly before they left there was an additional treat. Chestnut arrived in all her glory. Whatever she had been dressed in to the office was replaced by the sheerest top that I had ever seen. The material was tight fitting black net. Her magnificent tan shone through. More importantly both nipples had been eased through the mesh in exactly the right place, and the net clung to her contours like a second skin. Her nipples, her new piercings, and her upper body, were completely visible. Her very short skirt showed her legs to their full. She looked stunning! We congratulated her on her dress. She said: "Oh, I wore this to the office, with a bolero jacket that I did not close. I see no reason for changing any more. Because of you people I now love my body, and I will always show it off". By now we had the whole front shop area finished, and had started preparing the mannequins. They were magnificent. We 'phoned TF, and Adonis to ask them to drop by to see if they would allow us to make them even more like them than they were now. Both arrived, and instantly agreed. They also said that they were willing to be exact models at the Gala Opening. We envisaged them being identically dressed, two perfect twins, in the same pose, and wearing the same jewellery. Then, at a given signal, one would move. It might be fun! Chestnut had immediately agreed to this, except that the mannequin look-a-like to her had no pubic hair, and we knew that she would not lose hers. A wig maker was found to create an exact copy. There was no question about Slave, Parlour Girl. She would do exactly as she was told, probably with too much enthusiasm. All this agreement meant that my Partner had to spend all the next day and a half in her Studio creating two identical sets of everything. She left to start work, just as the wig man arrived. He was gay. He remained totally un-phased at having the delectable naked Chestnut standing inches from his face. She deliberately oozed sensuality as he measured her pubic hair, selected something similar from his case. This he first held it to her body, before beginning to build up a replica on the mannequin. They talked intimately about all that was going on. He admitted that his cock, and scrotum were pierced. They even got as far as discussing anal sex, with Chestnut bending to show her butt plug, and pointing out that there would have to be an identical one on the mannequin. He loved the thought, and laughingly offered to fit it. It took about three hours to recreate Chestnuts bush. The lovely man was paid, and asked if he would like to come to the Gala Opening. He jumped at the chance. By then Lawyer Wife had persuaded Parlour Girl to pierce both her nipples, and her clit. The Piercing Parlour, a large clinical room towards the rear, was almost ready. The three girls, Parlour Girl, Chestnut, and Lawyer Wife disappeared to christen the unit. Us men had a blow-by-blow account a little later. It appears that Parlour Girl was surprised that there was so little bleeding when the pins were finally removed from the tips of each nipple. Lawyer Wife must have been very fit; marks from where her breasts were bound had virtually disappeared. When asked about both episodes, she said that she loved it all, especially being bound tight. This started me thinking about something to discuss with my Partner. I was wondering if we might clamp her breasts, and use them to support a tray for drinks! I am always surprised how quickly a good piercing expert will work. They had hardly been gone ten minutes before Lawyer Wife walked out, stark naked with both nipples sporting beautiful large gauge, horizontal bars. I thought: "Trust her to go for something original from the start". It appeared that Parlour Girl was slightly nervous about putting a larger bar in from the start, but that the young wife won. Lawyer was beside himself; he thought they looked beautiful, wanting to play with them immediately. Ten minutes later a still naked Lawyer Wife appeared with a small gold ring jutting out from the top of her otherwise completely tight, closed, crack. It looked divinely young, and sexy. She was obviously wet, and the stream of goo continued to flow down her leg. She was sad that she would not be able to wear the Starbursts at the opening, but realised that my Partner might want to have them for herself. Then Chestnut described how the Designer had fashioned half cups for her breasts, so that she could wear more jewellery before her new piercings were fully healed. We locked up, and everybody was invited home for an impromptu dinner. Not surprisingly, after fucking all through the weekend, and much of Monday, all said "good bye" early, and went home. TUESDAY and WEDNESDAY MORNING Calls from the workers started early, but we were already up in more ways than one. I had gone to bed, as was to become the custom, with Parlour Girl on one side, and my Partner on the other. All jewellery was removed, including Parlour Girl's plug. Bars, and rings through piercings were replaced, and screwed home. We slept like logs. I was awoken from my sleep by a mouth sucking on my cock, and another sucking first one, then the other ball into a warm mouth. It remains my favourite way to be woken up! The girls were masters together. My Partner continued to suck my now rampant cock; while she instructed her slave to do all the things that she knew would turn me on. Parlour Girl was told to slither up my body, then to suck, and bite, both nipples to their fullness. She was then told to hold her nipples out for me to suck. Earlier sex games had taught her that both these actions turned me on, driving my penis to greater hardness. She was an expert, as was my Partner. Each nipple was grabbed between her teeth. She pulled back, until the first bar stopped her slipping off. She pulled more, before releasing the inner bar, to clamp down hard, biting deep into my nipple. She released, then bit again so the outer bar was caught. She pulled more. I was in ecstasy, and the minx knew it. A little later I returned the compliment, pulling extra hard on Parlour Girls breasts, sucking her nipples fully into my mouth, and chewing them hard. My Partner knew my every mood, so she soon realised that I was near to shooting. She wanted this to fill Parlour Girl's cunt, so she instructed the willing Slave to crouch on her knees, with her arse as close as possible to her face. We all began to manoeuvre together. My penis was still in my Partner's mouth, still hard in anticipation. She rolled sideways as I rolled over. I was kneeling, my cock still in her mouth. We remained coupled, with the Slave looking through her legs to see what was going on. The wanton creature was rubbing her cunt as hard as she could, but we did not give a thought to her climax. All that mattered was mine! Suddenly I could hold off no more. My penis was ripped from a mouth with two hands. Two more had passed around a bum, and were stretching a cunt open as possible. I charged in. I thrust twice, and began to shoot, pushing forward with all my weight to force Parlour Girl to collapse onto the bed. She let out a scream, and lay very still, as my sperm began to search out her inner cavities, to see if there was anything left to be fertilised. We all lay together in love, my Partner gently stroking us both. She whispered, to the room, and to us both: "Do you know when we can tell if this Slave is pregnant?" "Let us find out today how soon we can tell." The next thing was to plug the sperm into her cunt, so the butt plug, and cunt ring, with its cap, were collected, and fitted. This meant that she was protected all the way to her clit, with the new rings hanging either side. Parlour Girl was whimpering a pretend game of protestation. All because she had not been allowed to orgasm! We bathed together, during which the girls checked the state of hair growth on all my shaved parts. We had breakfast together in the nude, then my Partner went back to work in the Studio. It was almost becoming mundane! Over breakfast the girls decided that I should take Parlour Girl, probably sensibly dressed. I was to go to a chemist to find out about self testing pregnancy kits. I was not sure about any of this. I wanted to continue with the "ignorance is bliss" approach, where not knowing allowed me to fuck her as often as I could! Parlour Girl disappeared into the Studio carrying various garments. She emerged half an hour later dressed to kill in our new attire. She was wearing the same new thin dress that my Partner had showed off to the workers. Her nipples were pulled far through the areola covering gold discs, but were held on the outer rather than the inner piercings that my Partner was using. Her teats were not yet long enough for that, but they were very visible to anybody wanting to look! Loops on the ends of the bars allowed the now, almost obligatory, chains to hang low between her breasts. My Partner had been hard at work, producing small Starbursts. One was threaded onto the chain. Being gold it was quite heavy, causing her nipples and breasts to sway gently. She still wore the full collar. I understood that she expected me to lead her to the shops. Again I was not sure about this. It was her Mistresses business, not mine. But she looked radiant, and I began to think that she might be pregnant. She also decided to wear the thin topcoat that went with the dress. Otherwise she was naked, except that she was obviously still wearing her butt plug. Any bright, or back, lighting showed her to perfection. From the front, and sides, there were occasional glints from her clit pin, with gorgeous outlines of her mons, and breasts. Her bum cheeks were clearly visible. She knew it, and spent time searching for the best places to stand. I was proud of her. We went out. WHILE WE WERE OUT AND THE REST OF TUESDAY AFTERNOON Over the past week I had come to realise that I could never leave home, and expect life to be the same when I returned. I already knew that my Partner was a superlative goldsmith and designer. I knew that she was now on a crusade to bring piercing completely out into the open. Historically tattooing has always been classless, but the same might not be said for piercing of the more intimate parts of the body. Not long ago I met a lady friend for coffee. She was too embarrassed to talk about a girlfriend, whom she had just left. This girl had described an intimate piercing to her. My friend went all coy, saying that I should not try to imagine anything. Yet she was happy to describe, in great detail, a tattoo on the girl's bum, and one on her breast, close to a nipple. I realised why we felt that attitudes could be changed. So while we were out looking for pregnancy testing kits, first Lawyer Wife, then Titian arrived at the Studio to have jewellery fitted for the Gala Opening. We found a sensible shop assistant, who thought that I was Parlour Girl's father, and who could not have imagined that I might be father of her child. She explained that it was unlikely that any kits would show "yes" or "no" in the first seven days. She recommended one, which I had to pay for and carry, as the Slave had come out with out a handbag. As I paid the shop girl asked Parlour Girl about her dress. She was told about the new shop, and given the address. Was she to be an early customer? We returned home via the Parlour. Everything was going fine, so we were back very quickly. Piercing for National Nude Day Ch. 10 Parlour Girl rushed off to show her test kit, I went to the kitchen. I was very excited to find that Lawyer Wife had arrived, complete with her new piercings. She was in the kitchen making gallons of coffee for all. She was stark naked. It was a golden opportunity. I could try out my idea for the woman, who appeared to want to work at the Parlour, and appeared to have a very high pain threshold. I went up to her, kissed the back of her neck. I said: "Good afternoon, are you recovering OK?" She turned to say: "Not just OK, that was the most wonderful sex I have ever had". "I did not think sex was enjoyable until I arrived here. What have you done to me? Now I cannot have enough. Do you think I am becoming a nymphomaniac?" I said: "I hope so, and I have an idea I want to try on you. Are you game?" She nodded. I said: "Go give everybody coffee, let me have ten minutes, then come to my Study. I will have an experiment ready to try on you." She almost tore out of the room, and I realised that I had to rush to my Study. I went via our bedroom closet, where I found two simple, non moulded men's wooden coat hangers. I rushed to my Studio, set them up in a vice, and drilled two pairs of quarter inch holes in either end. I remembered that I had some long six millimetre threaded screws, and fly nuts. I rummaged through a draw until I found several, locating some woven elastic ribbon as I did so. Now I was ready, except that I removed the coat hook from one of the two hangers. I had not even had time to take my clothes off when there was a timid knock at my door. I ushered Lawyer Wife in, still dressed in the shirt and jeans that I had gone shopping in. I sat her down on a high stool, and said: "Do you think that I should also be nude?" She nodded, and, for the first time, appeared shy. I stripped off the two pieces of clothing that I was wearing, and was as naked as her, except that I had the gold guards covering my areola, and I was still sporting my cock ring. Parlour Girl had insisted that I wore this, under my jeans, when we went shopping. I turned to the very dubious girl, and said: "I was amazes at your pain threshold, when we played games last night, and I would like to see if we can clamp your breasts". "If we can then I would like to see if we can hang a tray from them, so that you can serve tit bits to our guests tomorrow evening". "Are you game to try?" She remained mute, but nodded her ascent. I said: "This is all a rushed experiment. I have gathered things together in the last ten minutes". "If it works we will make them very special for tomorrow". I showed her the hanger, which still had the hook on it, and asked her to thread two fairly short lengths of elastic onto the outer of the two holes in either end. Her nimble fingers did this in a trice, and she tied a knot in the ends without being asked. I had one length threaded through the same hole on the hook less hanger, when she took it from me, deftly threading, and knotting the others. I realised that she knew what I would do next, when she stood up, and placed her hands on the top of her head. This raised her glorious breasts, and I placed the plain hanger just below them, but above her rib cage. I stretched behind her, my penis pressing hard into her body, and tied a bow with the two loose ends of elastic. She was in full swing, handing me the hanger, with a hook in it. I leant harder as I reached around to tie the second bow. I said: "Please will you take the outer ends of both, and see if you can squeeze your breasts between them." She did not hesitate, folding the upper hanger down with her thumbs, so that the hook stuck straight out horizontally. She reached down with her little fingers to scoop up the lower outer ends. Then she dragged the hangers across her chest, pulling them together. Her gorgeous breast began to bulge out, so she tightened her grip slightly more. When she stopped the bulge was deeper than the gap between the hangers. She said: "I think it is a wonderful idea. It will work". I was amazed. She was completely game to try experiments again, just like the night before. All this work so close to a very pretty woman gave me a huge erection, strangled to stiffness by my cock ring. I knew it would work! I told her to stay as she was, while I selected the two longest screws, and threaded them both through the outer holes from the top. The lovely thing about metric to imperial is that they fitted so well! I spun washers, and butterfly nuts onto the screws, and began to really tighten them. She stood passively looking down as her breasts began to bulge to the point where they were already changing colour yet again. I said: "Shall I continue". She nodded a "yes", and I tightened until the two ends of the hangers were about an inch apart, and both were bowing in the middle, under the strain. I was very aware of her newly pierced nipples. These were going flat as she bulged, but the piercings kept the nubbin visible in the centre. I gripped the bulging flesh, and gently pulled it through. The inner faces of the hangers were flat on her rib cage. She looked divine! And suddenly began to walk around the Study. She looked very sexy! I said: "Now I want to try a tray". "Please can I see if we can pierce straight through your breasts from the top to the bottom, just where they begin to bulge out?" "Then I can hang a tray off the upper ends, and tie it around your waist, so it will be steady." Her response was startling. It was not "Yes", or "No", but: "Do you have any needled that are long enough?" Of course we did, we were into play piercing in a big way! She stood still while I nipped to the bedroom to find some three inch needles, cap ends, and one or two other things. I used a sterile wipe, but she was already used to that. Then I took the long needle from it's wrapping, and held it in front of her eyes. She did not blink. I placed two fingers, slightly apart on the top centre of her bulging breast, and steadied them with my thumb below. The most difficult thing was going to be angling the pierce so that the out coming needle did not hit the lower clamp. I stood her at right angles to a mirror, stood square in front of her, with the needle end gripped between my first, and second fingers, and my thumb on top. I bent slightly at the waist, so that I could align the vertical drive, and plunged the tip into her breast. She bit her lip lightly, but did not make a sound. I had only pushed down an inch when I felt the skin of her lower breast begin to stretch in front of the tip of my thumb. I had aligned everything perfectly. I lent forwards, and whispered in her right ear: "I think this may hurt, you are very brave". Then, simultaneously, I planted a kiss on her mouth, and drove the needle through her breast. My mouth stifled her gasp. She looked down to see the blue cap of the needle jutting vertically out from her bulging breast. Both hands went to stroke around the whole, finally her fingers pulled on her nipple. Then she said: "Let's do the other one". She picked up a wipe, and, with the sensual movements of a very beautiful woman, began to clean all over the other breast. She tossed the used wipe to one side to pick up the next needle. I began to wonder if she might drive it through her breast herself. But she flicked the cap off, with the skill of a professional, and turned the open mouth towards me. At this level of sensual excitement, even this movement was erotic I pulled out the needle, and, with very little ceremony, plunged it through her other breast. I was speeded up when she took my upper thumb, and pressing it down harder. Suddenly she was standing, stark naked in front of me, with two long needles driven through about one and a half inches of the clamped thickness each breast. She rummaged around for the tip caps, and pressed these home on the sharp ends, saying: "This is fun. It will work. I cannot wait to show the others, or to wear it tomorrow". I had been thinking that the tray would have to be fairly sophisticated, probably contoured to fit close to her lower body. She was thinking the same, so we began to fashion an elegant shape from ten millimetre thick modelling foam board. We did not fashion an edge for the prototype, but she suddenly asked if I had any ribbon. I nipped out to find the strips that had been used to bind her breasts on Sunday, and popped into the Studio to steal two lengths of gold chain, with loops on both ends. My Partner realised how excited I was, by looking at my cock wagging like a tail. She winked at me, but said nothing. Back in my Study we found that the strap would also make a pretty edge to the tray. We took two nicks out of the front edge to allow for the chains. Then we glued it in place, and checked that I could still tie an elegant bow in the small of her back. I dropped a gold chain over each needle end, and asked Lawyer Wife to hold the tray to her tummy. She was wonderful, following every instruction to the "T". I threaded the chains through their correct gaps, and aligned them with the tray level. All that was required to hold the lower end of each chain was a simple drawing pin pressed in to the underside. I could not reach around her with the tray attached. So she spun on her bare feet. I tied an elegant "bow tie like" bow, and we were ready to see what she might comfortably support. She looked absolutely as I had imagined, and more. I could not resist kissing her, which proved possible by stretching from the side. Her tongue came out to explore my mouth as we kissed, and my hand slid down under the tray. I could just feel that she was sopping wet. She moaned. I said: "Come on, let's go to the kitchen to see what we can find for your tray, then we will go to show the Girls." I popped my head out, there was nobody around so two nude bodies scampered, as quickly as the one with a tray strapped to it, could to the kitchen. We went into the walk in pantry, and closed the door. Hugging was difficult, the tray was like a frontal chastity belt, so she said: "You have made me so horny again, I do not know what to do. I need a orgasm, and you know that I am soaking wet". I was cruel. I said: "You must wait, let us see the Girls first!" I instructed: "Stand still!" I sorted out several small china dishes, and placed them on the tray. The gold chains began to pull on the upper bulges of her breasts. They looked even sexier, now fuller, and quite purple from their restricted blood flow. I took a bag of this, and a bag of that, tore them open, and filled each dish. She did not bend, or bulge more, so I opened the door, and told her to walk around. She glided around the big table in the centre of the room, aware that she was driving me crazy. I needed to move, so grabbed a bottle of champagne that had been on ice in the 'fridge, a handful of glasses, and said: "Let's go". I stopped her at the Studio door. I placed the cold bottle in the centre of the tray, so it touched the bulging skin of both her breasts. I opened the door, and gently pushed her forwards. Titian, and my Partner were chattering away, so intent on what they were doing that, at first, they did not look up. Lawyer Wife began to glide in. Her breasts were now quite misshapen from the extra weight of the bottle, so I knew that I would have to remove it quickly. Both the others looked up. They were amazed at the sight of the diminutive woman, who was now a waitress. She stopped in front of them to execute a now familiar slow spin on her bare feet. I wanted to ravish her again, but grabbed the bottle to divert my mind... To be continued... * * * * * Dear Reader: Gussie would love comments, feedback is great fun, and very useful, as are the occasional votes! © Copyright Gussie – October 2004