He walked slowly around to the back of Clarissa’s chair and put his hands on her shoulders. “You are a virgin. Are you prepared for what will happen?”
He went down on his knees in front of her and lifted her skirt and petticoat. “Hold your skirts up so I can look at you,” he said, “You will find this entirely pleasant.”
She felt the woman’s breast heave against her own, their nipples brushing against one another through their dresses.
Clarissa watched, half shocked, half mesmerized, as Bruce unbuckled Chauncey’s belt and tugged his trousers down to the floor.
Feeling a little bit dazed, Clarissa stood up. Brom stepped up to her and clipped the gold chain to the loop on her collar.
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Clarissa could feel his heavy, fat fingers squeezing her thighs through the material. Unobtrusively, as she laughed gayly at something the French ambassador was saying, she opened her thighs just enough for the Baron to feel the bare skin above her stocking. It did the trick. She heard his breath shake. Turning slightly towards him, but keeping her eyes on the company, she put one foot on the rung of the chair and allowed him access under the frock. She wore no drawers. His fingers reached deeper and Clarissa was surprised at the beating of her heart as she succumbed to the titillating feeling. She could feel the dampness growing between her legs.
She began to wash Clarissa. At first, Clarissa was mildly shocked, but, as the washing felt so good, she obliged. The gloves were of a material just rough enough to be extremely pleasant. The woman soaped Clarissa from top to bottom and everywhere in between, using a gentle, circular motion. She had Clarissa sit on the edge of the tub and suds her hands and feet as well. Finally, as Clarissa stood there, she parted the lips of her pouting cunt and washed it tenderly. When she had finished, she said, “Turn your backside to me.” When Clarissa obliged, the woman spread her buttocks and washed between them, including her tight little sphincter.
“I understand completely if you need to examine me more closely, Captain. Please, it would relieve me to know I was not injured.”Clarissa leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands on her knees. “I am ready,” she announced. She glanced back and saw that he had succumbed. The pale blue eyes had clouded over and he was licking his lips. Slowly, he raised her skirt and exposed her buttocks. With his big hands, he stroked both of her thighs, working from just above her knees to just brushing the lips of her pouting cunt.
“Spread your legs,” he said huskily.
Clarissa stood wider. The Captain slipped a hand between her legs and squeezed her cunt. “Everything appears as it should be,” he said, “However, sometimes there can be damage done inside. I must check.”
Clarissa, still leaning against Eleanora, opened her eyes.
Kono was standing before her, completely naked.
“I will fuck with you now,” he said. As Eleanora had described in her letter, Margaret stepped forward and took Kono’s large cock in her hands. She squeezed and massaged it, holding it out as Moya stepped forward, bringing it to life with sucks and licks. Kono’s cock was the longest, thickest cock Clarissa had ever seen. He smiled broadly as he approached her.
William looked mischievously at Andrew. “What say we try to both go in at once? How’s that, Clarissa? Do you think you could take it? Two cocks in a bush?”
The young men laughed. Clarissa laughed and spread her legs. “Why not?” she said gamely, “Have a try!”
Both on their knees, each man hoisted one of Clarissa’s legs. Clarissa felt herself being stretched as the two cocks were pushed together into her cunt. At last Andrew collapsed in laughter. “Stand back, old chap,” he said to William, “I’ve not had my turn yet. Clarissa, prepare to be fucked once again!” Clarissa smiled up at him. Andrew took both her legs and bent them up over her shoulders, ramming his cock home as he did so. He fucked her with a passion that brought the heat of another climax washing over her again, pumping in and out until he fell over her with a groan.
The plump, blushing orbs were exposed on Clarissa’s lap. “You have a most adorable bottom!” exclaimed Clarissa. She felt them all over, squeezing and pinching, kneading and spreading them, until she herself felt a sudden surge of passion. Slowly, slowly, she ran her index finger down between those sweet mounds until she could feel the wet place and the pulsing clit. Sinking three fingers into Eleanora once again, she fucked her with her fingers until the older woman squirmed and gasped. Clarissa suddenly ceased and withdrew her fingers. Reaching for a small wooden box on the table, she took out the dildo, poured oil on it and inserted it deep into Eleanora. “Be still, Eleanora,” said Clarissa, “I am going to leave it in you while I examine you. I want to see everything about you.”
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