Night had fallen as Lois gingerly lowered herself into the warm, scented bath water. Her pale, lustrous skin was marked here and there, especially on her neck, breasts and ass, by reddened hickeys and love bites inflicted by the three young men she had just finished serving. She carefully inserted a finger into her anus to allow the slippery accumulation deposited there to slide out. There seemed to be a great deal of it; she seemed to remember that each of the three had ejaculated there, perhaps more than once. Her ass and mouth ached from use; nevertheless, the young men had not abused her as would have Junior and Fancha.
When she had been delivered, nude and oiled all over, to their room in the mansion she was greeted with cries of enthusiasm. The three were of a likeness: tall, athletically built, with the same Aztec features as the two women Lois had already encountered. Whooping with glee, they tore off their clothes, displaying sizeable members that very quickly stiffened into erection. Lois was pushed to her knees and the first swelling cock presented to her lips; obediently she opened her mouth and began to fellate it, at the same time grasping another cock in each hand and sensuously fondling it.
The cock in her mouth was thrust hard in and out, creating a gargling noise; shortly, it was withdrawn and another inserted. Lois was soon gasping for breath as she skillfully licked and sucked each in turn, not neglecting to deliver a steady caressing to the dicks in her hands. Suddenly she was lifted up; one of the young men had positioned himself on his back on the bed, his feet overhanging onto the floor, while the other two lowered Lois onto his cock, which protruded stiffly a good nine inches. Lois' eyes widened and she gasped as the shaft entered her spread vagina; she was narrow there and it totally filled her, sending a wave of pleasure through her lower parts.
She leaned forward onto the man's chest and began to raise and lower her hips, each sliding movement provoking noises of pleasure both from herself and her partner. Hands parted her buttocks; a spit-wetted cock pushed into her anal passage. Wriggling to adjust herself and admit it comfortably, she found herself doubly impaled; a helpless, naked, submissive instrument of pleasure. A spreading warmth began to build in her groin; she felt the two shafts rubbing against each other through her sensitive dividing wall. She commenced to gasp and moan, began to cry out, then was silenced by the third man's cock placed in her mouth.
Each phallus inside her petite frame was a thick, healthy specimen; her mouth was stretched into an O, her eyes wide, while her anus was almost splitting, so tightly did it wrap the flesh dividing it. But it had been some time since Junior Allen broke her ass in; her back passage was now relaxed, able to absorb a cock thrust to its deepest point. She was even feeling the beginnings of pleasure there, when her soft insides yielded to the stiff invasive rod and wrapped it in the cloying grasp of her sweet rectal walls. She surrendered warmly to the domination, emitting a series of muffled sounds of pleasure that considerably excited her partners.
Pierced in every orifice, she rocked back and forth, running her lips and tongue the length of the shaft in her mouth, flicking the sensitive underside with her tongue, while remembering to squeeze the cock in her ass with her anal muscles, sliding wetly and tightly up and down the two rigid pricks moving inside her down below. She was exceedingly lubricated now, and her bottom smacked wetly against the men's groins. She was humming an unconscious tune of pleasure; all her parts felt sensitive, exposed, at their full service.
Her muffled squeals were echoed by the men's grunts as they coordinated their thrusts, so that all three cocks pushed into her soft openings at the same time. They appeared concerned for her pleasure in addition to their own, rhythmically tending to her convulsive shaking as the ecstasy filled her, stroking her skin and murmuring appreciative encouragement to her. She began to writhe and fling her body from side to side, violently aroused in each erogenous zone, sweat pouring from her slender, pale flesh; a crescendo of sound and sensation was building, until with a roar all three males came to orgasm within moments of each other, while Lois' cry of release rang out over them. Never had she experienced such joy with a male; she slumped boneless and fainting onto the manly chest below her as the cocks inside her softened gradually.
Youth, however, must be served, and in a minute or so the three penises were regaining their hardness. The men changed positions and Lois was once again filled in each place, and the fucking recommenced. Nearly unconscious, she mechanically responded to the second, and then the third engagements. Her ass was becoming sore, her face painted with the discharges of her partners, her pussy completely drenched. At the third go-round, she was near fainting and the men had to work to reach their completion. Last to finish was the man occupying her mouth; finally he came, and she obediently swallowed every drop of the thick, sticky mouthful.
She slid onto the bed and lay motionless, face down, desperate to rest a moment; her trembling bottom was caressed and her soaking hair smoothed. While her partners sat back and drank wine, she gathered enough strength to rise, smile gratefully to each one, then wordlessly request permission to depart. Her ass still gaped from the invasions, and she felt a trickle of liquid running down between her buttocks. Hastily she departed, bowing submissively, then scampered stiffly as fast as her exhaustion would permit back to her room, cupping a palm beneath herself to catch the drips which oozed out of her. She was barely into the soothing, relaxing bath when a chill of fear struck her; in the morning was her appointment with Lydia.
"Wake up quickly, Lois, and wash! It is time to see Lydia. Hurry, or it will be even worse!"
Lois, exhausted by her previous day's exertions, groggily returned to consciousness to see Dalla's pretty, concerned face. It immediately crashed down on her that she was now to receive what Lydia had promised. Alarmed, she hastily performed her ablutions and started to dress.
"No! Not clothes! We must go immediately." They raced down the hallway and trembling, knocked on the door of the punishment room. Lydia responded in a peremptory tone, and the two girls went very quietly in. Their mistress was waiting, in a fresh off white linen dress which accented her darkly tanned skin; her features were set in a severe expression and she tapped a short whip against her palm. She spoke angrily to Dalla, who cringed and answered softly, eyes down. Lydia switched her gaze to Lois, who was suddenly aware of her naked vulnerability in the face of Lydia's steadily tapping whip. She tried to assume a fearful, obedient stance; which was rather how she felt. Lydia as before motioned for her to turn around, and Lois' small shapely buttocks flinched under her savage, knowing gaze. Lois naked was indeed an appealing sight. Small but very shapely, her breasts were pert and perfect, while her small round bottom resembled a peach in its invitation. Perhaps that was why her partners so often preferred to penetrate her anally. The older woman, still very handsome with dark flashing eyes, aristocratic cheekbones, and a full mouth, spoke sharply.
"Lydia say you must put on handcuffs." Dalla had pulled down from the ceiling a strap ending in a set of cuffs. Lois suddenly felt a stubborn rebelliousness; she kept her hands by her sides. Lydia promptly grasped her slender wrists in a powerful grip and wrenched them hard behind Lois' back, where Dalla apologetically clicked the cuffs shut. Lydia gave a sharp tug on the handcuff strap; Lois' arms were pulled upwards behind her, forcing her to bend forward. Helpless now, she watched fearfully as the mistress gave a series of rasping orders to her unwilling assistant.
