In Chapter 1, Elizabeth and Julie rent a secluded "getaway" cottage for the summer. Both are attractive, horny, and bisexual. Brian, a nineteen year-old local boy they hire as a weekend gardener, willingly submits to their sexual demands.
"Seeking him go off like that has me so horny I can't stand it," said Julie, as they marched the naked 19-year-old into the cottage.
"You won't have to wait long," said her friend, Elizabeth. "He'll be ramrod stiff again in ten minutes. How do you want it? Doggie style? In the ass? Or would you like a good tonguing first? Brian will do whatever we tell him. Isn't that right, Brian?"
"Yes, ma'am," he quickly replied.
Julie slumped in a chair and admired the youthful physique on the boy in front of her. "I'd like to play with him some more first," she said, reaching up and fondling his balls. "I love be the one providing a first experience. Do you think he's ever felt a finger on his prostate?"
"Ha," laughed Elizabeth. "I doubt he even knows what a prostate is. What about it, Brain? Ever hear of the prostate gland?"
"No, ma'am," he answered honestly.
"Must not be any gay boys in this area," tittered Julie. "I guess I'll have to show him."
"I'm all out of lube," Elizabeth said. "I used it up on myself last night."
"Naughty...naughty..." tittered Julie. "We'll have to use something else. Do you have any butter?"
"Yes, but it's frozen."
"That's good," said Julie. "We'll warm it a little and sculpt it into the right shape to ease up into his ass. It'll melt and coat his insides."
Elizabeth grinned. "And it'll taste good too."
"Too bad you can't tongue a prostate," Julie laughed. "You'd need a really long tongue. You need to go in a couple of inches."
"We'd better be careful," said Elizabeth. "The first time a man feels a finger on his prostate is a shock. He could go berserk, and he's a big, strong lad. I've known men who can't stand it."
"And others who can't get enough," said Julie. "Most men associate prostate stimulation with being gay and claim they don't like it. But if you persist and do it right, they'll be hooked."
Elizabeth smiled. "You can show me your technique. This will be fun."
"Wait a minute!" protested Brain. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not sure I want this!"
"You'll do as your told," Elizabeth snapped. "Remember our deal. You agreed to obey my every command."
"And you promised not to hurt me," he whined.
"Yes, but I'll decide when you're being hurt."
Brian's cock had been slowly rising and was now almost fully erect. Julie smiled and used her left hand to lightly stroke it, while still teasing his balls. "Don't be so skittish. Put yourself in our hands. In fact, I think you should be restrained, so you'll know you can't do anything about what's about to happen. That sturdy dining table will be perfect."
She pumped him a few times, then rose to her feet, keeping a firm hold on the hard cock, and led him to the table. "Lie on your stomach on the top, keeping your feet on the floor. Elizabeth, cut me a couple of pieces of that clothesline."
When he hesitated, Julie's hand left his cock and closed on his balls. "Down, boy," she hissed.
"Okay, okay...don't squeeze...please... not so hard..."
"Then do as you're told. Your body belongs to me now. Tie him down, Liz."
Working quickly, Elizabeth tied the lines around his wrists and then secured them to the end legs of the table. Propping himself on his elbows he could raise his head, but otherwise he was immobilized, bent at right angles with his bum in the air.
Julie released his balls and slapped his ass. "Perfect," she crooned. "I can get at all the fun parts and do what I want. But I don't like the way the edge of the table is cutting into his stomach."
"I'll shove this chair cushion under there," said Elizabeth. "Done. How's that feel, Brian?"
"Better. But I'm so exposed..."
"That's the idea," laughed Julie. "Exposed and helpless."
Elizabeth patted the rounded humps of the boy's ass. "He looks so sexy in this position," she mused. "It reminds me of the first time I took it in the butt. I was tied down on a table, just like this."
"Do tell," said Julie. "How old were you?"
"About his age, a freshman in college. A professor caught me cheating. I had to report to his apartment every Wednesday evening for the rest of the semester. I was no virgin, and he was a good-looking man, so I didn't mind being fucked. When he tied me down, I thought I was going to get it doggie style. Then he went to work on my ass."
Julie laughed. "I know you like it now. How about that first time?"
"It hurt a bit at first, but he went slowly, and I knew I had to relax. He was going to have his way. It was very intense and exciting. His fingers on my pussy and dirty talk kept me hot. In the end, I loved it."
"We'll do the same with our boy here," said Julie. "A slow, combined dick and prostate massage will loosen him up and make him want more. Later, when we fuck him with the strap-on, we probably won't have to tie him down."
Brian gasped. He'd seen pictures of women with strap-ons.
"Let's save that for next weekend," said Elizabeth, as she reached up between the boy's legs and squeezed his dangling cock. "In this position, bringing him off will be like milking a cow."
"It is a kind of milking," said Julie. She pulled up a chair and sat between Brian's legs, his ass positioned in front of her face like a round touch screen. "Liz, please bring me a stick of that butter. Put it in the microwave for a few seconds."
"No problem. You want a glove?"
"Not needed...unless he missed his morning bowel movement. What about it, Brian?"
"What?"
"Did you take a shit this morning?"
"Yea."
"That's good. Otherwise, we'd have to give you an enema. We'll probably do that anyway sometime. I never wear a glove. I like to feel what I'm doing. That's why I keep the nail clipped on my index finger."
"Oh yes, I know that fingertip very well," Elizabeth chortled. "Anything else you need for this operation?"
"If you have one, I'd like you to put a small mirror by his head. I'd like to see his facial expressions as I work."
"I can arrange that," said Elizabeth. "Also, I'll be sitting by his head and can describe them to you."
Brian squirmed on the table, breathing hard. Julie noted that his hanging cock was fully extended and rock hard. She gently batted it back and forth while she waited for the butter.
"You must force yourself to relax, Brian," she said. "Don't fight me. My finger is going deep into your ass. Nothing you can do to stop it. Ah, here's the butter... warm, but still firm. I'll pinch the corners to shape it to slide in easily."
"Ohhhh..."
"Liz, tilt the mirror a bit more...that's good...what an expression! He's gritting his teeth like that's going to keep this dildo from going in."
"AHHHhhhh...", Brian moaned as the slippery tube went three inches up into his virgin ass. The heat from his body quickly melted the butter, leaving him coated with the natural lubricant.
Julie leaned in and licked the butter that was dribbling down onto his balls. At the same time she racked her finger nails over the tight humps of his ass.
"Ummm..."
"Brian likes that," Elizabeth reported from her position observing his face. "His ass must be super sensitive."
WHAP...WHAP Julie delivered two sharp blows to the twitching mounds. "Open up, Brian!" she cried. "Your little hole has all but disappeared."
"OHHH...", he groaned.
"No matter. My finger is stiffer than your sphincter. Here we go..."
Squeezing his dangling cock with her left hand, Julie slowly began pushing her index finger into the tight orifice.
"OH GODDD...," he protested, wiggling his body to try to eject the intruder. But his twists and jerks only served to work her finger in deeper. In seconds she was in to her first knuckle, and up against the second barrier. She paused and looked at his face in the mirror. His eyes were shut tight, and he was taking deep breaths.
"See, that's not so bad," she said. "The first time the hardest. I'm going to loosen you up. You'll grow to like having my finger in your ass."
