The Mountain Retreat

Part 5

Jennifer was surprised to wake up alone the next morning.

Both Chip and Roger had been in her bed...and mouth...and cunt...and ass...the night before, which was readily apparent by the still drying cum dotting her shaved mound, tits and cheeks, as well as that still seeping from her sticky pussy and asshole. For a few moments she just settled back and basked in those pleasurable recollections.

She just loved the enthusiasm and energy of young teen boys and was kind of disappointed they didn't stay to share their morning hard ons with her. She didn't know if it was in fact true, but she always thought the first orgasm of the day tasted the best and a stiff throbbing morning woodie felt the best pushing, throbbing and cumming inside her, be it her mouth or pussy or ass.

After a quick shower, she headed to the kitchen for coffee. She was surprised to see the naked Carlotta casually talking with a fully clothed group of three women and one man. They only gave Jennifer a cursory look as she poured herself a mug of coffee and grabbed a couple of pastries before retreating to the patio.

“Cleaning crew,” Carlotta told here without preamble or prompting a few minutes later when she joined Jennifer on the patio, “they come twice a week. They'll be here for about four hours and are totally discreet, so no need to pay them any attention at all.”

Before Jennifer could say a word, the guy came ambling by with a gas powered leaf blower on his back. He simply nodded his head and tipped his cap at them before continuing around the corner of the house. Jennifer didn't even notice her thighs were spread wide and her pussy gaped open until he was gone from sight.

“So what did you think of the toy room?” Carlotta asked her with an impish smile after a few minutes of silence.

“Impressive, to be sure,” Jennifer answered, getting up to pour them both another cup of coffee from the carafe on the side table. “Whatever possessed Charles to get a bunch of anatomically correct animal cock dildos?”

“My mother started that idea after she saw some porn involving a woman sucking and fucking a dog at a friend's house,” Carlotta explained, squirming to get more comfortable while absentmindedly pulling her left nipple. “She wasn't at all sure she wanted to try the real thing but was intrigued by the idea and raved about the size of the dog's dick.”

“So she bought one that looked like a dog's cock?”

“Not exactly,” Carlotta chuckled. “Her father had one made for her based on a German Shepard and gave it to her as a Christmas present...along with a two month old male puppy.”

Jennifer's eyes widened, her nipples stiffened and she felt a twitch deep in her cunt. For a moment, she just stared at Carlotta with her mouth agape before saying a word.

“Did...did she...your mother...did she...fuck...the dog?” Jennifer gasped, pinching both of her erect nipples.

Carlotta returned the stare for a moment before her lips curled up in a wry smile. She drained her coffee cup and pinched both of her own nipples before answering.

“Of course not...at first...the puppy was only two months old,” she laughed before leaning forward to squeeze Jennifer's thigh just an inch or so below her pussy, “but she, her sister and her mother did use the dildo a lot as practice until the dog was old enough for his first time about six or seven months later. Let's just say there were some unusual fireworks that next fourth of July.”

“Oh god...that's so fucking hot,” Jennifer groaned, sliding a hand down her body to split her pussy lips with a finger. “Did...did you...?”

“My parents and grandparents only let me watch at first since I was barely eleven years old at the time,” Carlotta went on, moving her hand closer to Jennifer's pussy. “She did let the dog lick my pussy and let me suck and jerk him off. I loved getting him hard for my mother, aunt and grandmother's pussies and even my father, uncle and grandfather's assholes from time to time. His cum felt and tasted so different from any of the men or boys I knew. They let me use the dildo whenever I wanted but made me wait until I was thirteen to actually fuck him...and fifteen to take the knot.”

“Wait a sec...you mean Cindy...Francine...the other kids...they...they...?”

“Not quite yet, but soon...especially for Cindy,” Carlotta responded softly, “it's a matter of when she decides the time is right and Charles is here, of course. All of them are quite comfortable sucking and jerking off Pogo. Your welcome, of course to join us...to observe only if you like...at this evening's 'practice' session...or more if you so desire.”

Jennifer looked at the older woman before spreading her thighs and pushing her hips forward until Carlotta's fingers joined her own on her pussy slit. Carlotta smiled and slid two fingers into Jennifer's cunt while brushing her thumb back and forth over Jennifer's throbbing clit.

“Fuck...oh fuck...,” Jennifer moaned, throwing her head back on the verge of an orgasm, “I always...wanted to...try that...but...but....”

She didn't finish the sentence as her climax exploded, soaking Carlotta's hand and her own inner thighs. Carlotta waited until Jennifer started breathing more regularly before speaking, her fingers still inside Jennifer's cunt canal.

“But you didn't have the opportunity...or...were afraid to try?” Carlotta asked, pinching her own nipples with her free hand.

“Well...er...actually...a little of both,” Jennifer mumbled, squirming her hips on Carlotta's fingers, “I've only seen some videos and read a few stories.”

“Would you like to try now...at least a good licking...the very best way to start?” Carlotta asked, circling Jennifer's clit with her thumb.

“You...you mean now...right now?” Jennifer asked, feeling her cunt canal tighten on Carlotta's fingers as another orgasm began to build deep in her pussy. “You mean that big dog I saw when I arrived?”

“Well later this evening but why not? Since my mother's first puppy, we've always had at least one well trained animal around the house at all times,” Carlotta giggled, sliding a little closer so she could add a third finger to Jennifer's entry hole. “I trained Pogo myself and he is always most eager to please if you want to try.”

Jennifer's answer came in the form of a garbled shriek as she trembled all over with the unadulterated pleasure of another massive orgasm flooding every cell of her body.

Carlotta told her after dinner was the best time for the “practice” session since the cleaning crew would be gone, the kids would all be around and there would be no other distractions. Jennifer headed to her own room for a nap, her head still spinning in anticipation.

Francine was sitting on her bed, patiently waiting while flipping though something on her tablet when Jennifer got to her room.

“Do you mind if I ask you something?” the thirteen year old asked sheepishly without introduction as soon as Jennifer entered the room.

“No, I suppose not, since there don't seem to be many secrets from each other around here,” Jennifer answered as sat down next to the young girl.

“I was wondering about the bruises,” Francine continued, gently poking at a faded yellowing spot on the side of Jennifer's right tit.

“What about them?” Jennifer asked, not flinching away from the teenager's touch.

“Um...well...did it hurt when you got them?”

“Yes, quite a bit actually but there was nothing I could do about it at the time.”

“Did...did you like it...getting the bruises?” Francine asked softly with a strange look in her eyes.

Jennifer took a moment to answer, trying to figure out what the little girl was actually asking her. She decided a straight, truthful answer was best.

“Definitely not for these bruises,” she responded locking her eyes on the teenager's, “I was beaten and raped against my will by a bunch of men I never saw before.”

Francine stared back at Jennifer before saying anything. She reached up and began pinching her own developing right tit with one hand, pulling and stretching the pink conical nipple.

“Do...do they still...hurt?” Francine finally asked meekly, her fingertip still pressing the faded bruise on Jennifer's tit.

“No, not so much anymore,” Jennifer told the thirteen year old girl, wondering where the questions were leading but content to let Francine proceed at her own pace.

For the next few moments, Francine just sat there pensively, her eyes darting from one dull and discolored bruise to another.

“You know, sometimes I like it...when it hurts,” Francine finally said hesitantly, wincing slightly as she dug a fingernail into her nipple, “it makes me...you know...more excited and...and makes it feel a lot better when I...uh...cum.”

“Well I'll tell you a secret...sometimes I like a little pain too,” Jennifer added, squirming where she sat feeling a twinge deep in her cunt, “not like when I got these bruises but a sharp slap on my ass or a pinch of a nipple with a cock in me or as I start to cum can make my orgasm feel better...more intense.”

“Oh yeah, I know what you mean” Francine groaned, taking her hand from Jennifer's bruise and dragging it up between her pink puffy pussy lips, “I like that too...that and...other things.”

“What other things?” Jennifer asked huskily, feeling her arousal growing.

“It would be easier to show you than to talk about,” Francine moaned lowly, digging her fingernail harder into her right nipple while circling her engorged clit with her other hand. “Let's go to the toy room.”

With that, Francine climbed off the bed, smiling seductively as she extended a hand to Jennifer. For a moment, Jennifer just looked at the thirteen year old girl, taking in her lithe body, the small tits with pink areola and nipples, the wisp of auburn pussy hair matching that on her head just starting to sprout above her protruding mons, the thin developing thighs and ass cheeks.

Jennifer took a deep breath as she stood and took the teenager's hand for the short walk to the room filled with an almost unimaginable collection of sex toys. Her nipples stiffened when Francine smiled devilishly at her, the suggestive look in her eyes promising some yet unrealized pleasure or pain for them both...and not at all clear as to who would experience which...or if it much mattered.

Francine did not hesitate once they entered the toy room. She immediately went to a drawer half way down a built in cabinet, rummaged around for a moment then turned holding out her hands to Jennifer.

“Which one would you like to use on my tits?” she asked with a wan smile.

“What are they” Jennifer asked, knowing full well from some past experiences she would rather forget they were two types of nipple clamps, one of which was much more painful than the other.

“Nipple clamps, silly,” the teenager giggled, holding one then the other out for Jennifer to see. “This one you screw the part that clamps on my nipples while with the other pinches itself closed and the teeth bite in tighter and tighter when the chain is pulled.”

“Doesn't that hurt?”

“Yeah...a lot...that's the idea,” Francine muttered huskily, “and why I like the second one the best.”

Jennifer looked back and forth at the two sets of clamps in the teenager's hands as her own nipples stiffened. After a moment, she grinned at the young girl.

“I'll tell you what,” she said with a wicked smile, “I'll put the one you like most on you if you'll put the other one on me sometime.”

“Oh we are going to have so much fun,” Francine murmured as she extended one hand to Jennifer with the preferred, more painful, nipple clamps dangling from her fingers. “After you put these on me, we can get the rest of the toys I want you to use on me.”

Jenifer took the clamps from the little girl's hand and told her to pinch the base of her small tits so the nipples popped out. She brushed a thumb over the right nipple first, causing Francine to moan lowly and her nipple to stiffen and swell even more. Then she placed the clamp over that nipple and let it slowly close.

Francine closed her eyes and winced but didn't pull away as the teeth of the clamp bit into the soft tissue of her right nipple. Jennifer waited just a moment to make sure the thirteen year old wanted to continue.

“You OK?” Jennifer asked before Francine opened her eyes.

“Oh yeah...fine,” Francine responded with a wan smile, “it hurts so good. Please, put the other one on my left tit.”

Jennifer repeated the process of clamping Francine's left nipple. The young girl let out a low whimper as the clamp bit into the soft flesh, keeping her eyes closed again as she adjusted to the pain. Then she looked up at Jennifer with a tear coursing down her right cheek.

“Now, pull on the chain...hard,” she said huskily, “and keep doing it until I ask you to stop.”

“Are you sure?” Jennifer asked, concern showing clearly on her face. “Your nipples are already turning a deeper red.”

“I'm sure, please pull the chain...hard,” Francine murmured, closing her eyes again.

Jennifer gave the chain a tentative yank. Francine shuddered but made no sound. Jennifer pulled it again, a bit harder. Francine bent forward a little but again remained silent. On the third pull, Francine whimpered lowly, opened her eyes and smiled weakly at Jennifer.

“That's good for now,” she muttered hoarsely before turning and rummaging through a different drawer to get a set of padded leather wrist and ankle cuffs. From a shelf near the door, she picked up a vibrating egg, checking to make sure the batteries were still good. Then she turned, smiled at Jennifer and led her out into the play room.

The tips of both of the thirteen year old's nipples were turning a deep purple and the teeth on the clamps were biting deeply into her tender flesh.

“I take it you have something specific in mind,” Jennifer said as Francine led the way purposefully across the play room floor toward the far wall.

She stopped at what looked like a massage table with some sort of metal frame over one end. Francine grinned and handed Jennifer the leather wrist cuffs before bending to secure the others on her ankles. Then she squatted to slide the vibrating egg into her pussy.

“After you put these on my wrists, I'm going to climb on the table and attach the chain you see dangling to the nipple clamps and pull it tight,” Francine explained calmly. “Then you will secure my wrists and ankles to the table, turn on the vibrator and spank my pussy until I cum. If you want, go back in the toy room and find a paddle or just use your bare hands.”

Jennifer just looked at the young girl in disbelief. A little pain was one thing but what Francine wanted done bordered on outright torture.

“That sounds a little...extreme...to me,” Jennifer murmured even as a familiar tingle began to grow deep in her own pussy. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I'm sure,” Francine replied climbing on the table and attaching a thin chain dangling from the framework to her nipple clamps. “The vibrator is not quite as good in my pussy as one of my brother's or Daddy's cock but it gets me to cum pretty fast and really hard.”

With that, she lay flat on her back and tightened the chain attached to the nipple clamps until her tits were pulled and stretched so hard upwards her back was slightly arched. She put her hands back over her head and spread her legs until the cuffs rested on hooks placed there for the purpose.

Francine smiled at Jennifer again and nodded her head. Jennifer attached all four cuffs to the waiting hooks before turning back to the little girl. Francine lay with her arms and legs splayed wide, the moist pink gash of her pussy slit gaping wide open.

“Now what?” Jennifer asked huskily, her own nipples stiff and aching.

“Turn the vibrator on the middle setting and leave it there,” Francine responded with a low moan as she squirmed slightly, “then pull my pussy lips apart so my clit pops out and start spanking me between my legs. The harder and faster you hit me, the harder and faster I will cum.”

For a moment, Jennifer hesitated, looking down at the thirteen year old girl so willingly restrained and splayed open in front of her. She felt a droplet of her own pussy juices trickle down the inside of her left thigh. Francine just closed her eyes and started to breathe deeply. Her entire body quivering perceptibly when Jennifer turned on the vibrating egg buried deep inside her cunt.

Jennifer's hands trembled slightly as she reached down and gently spread Francine's pussy lips with two fingers. The inner folds of the young girl's slit glistened, warm and moist, with the engorged nub of her surprisingly large clit popped out from beneath its fleshy hood. Keeping the lips of Francine's pussy slit spread open with two fingers of one hand, Jennifer tentatively slapped the girl's cunt lightly.

“Harder...much harder,” Francine moaned lowly.

With her own arousal growing, Jennifer slapped Francine's hairless pussy five more times in quick succession, each one a bit harder than the last. The thirteen year old squirmed a little as her mons reddened with the swats, her breathing became ragged and she groaned lowly.

“Oh yeah, just like that,” Francine murmured, pressing her hips up toward Jennifer's hand, “just faster and harder...a lot harder.”

Jennifer pinched the young girl's engorged clit, jerking it like the little cock it resembled a few times before striking Francine's pussy again with the flat of her hand. Then she slid her free hand down between her own legs, splitting her dripping pussy slit with two fingers and began slapping Francine's cunt over and over and over as hard as she could.

The teenager writhed against the slaps but didn't cry out. Her mons became puffy and turned a bright red just before her entire body quivered uncontrollably like she was having some sort of seizure. Her eyes were closed and her mouth wide open although she made no cry.

Jennifer stopped spanking the thirteen year old's pussy, not sure what was happening but also because her own climax had built to the point she could hold back no longer. Her legs trembled, barely able to hold her up as her orgasm coursed through her body.

She had barely finished cumming when Francine let out an ear shattering scream and a fountain of pussy juices erupted from her cunt. The teenager spasmed so hard she spit the vibrating egg out of her pussy before she crumpled back on the massage table breathing erratically. Jennifer just watched her, not knowing what to do next until Francine opened her eyes and smiled wanly.

“Wow, that was awesome,” the thirteen year old girl murmured softly, “but would you take the clamps off my tits, please, the hurt is not so good now.”

Francine winced when Jennifer loosened the clamps, leaving behind distinctive bite marks and a drop of blood on the teenager's left nipple. After loosening the leather restraints, Jennifer helped the little girl sit up on the edge of the massage table and hugged her close.

“That was pretty intense,” Jennifer said brushing Francine's hair from her face. “Do you do something like that often?”

“Not as much as I would like,” Francine said with a wicked grin, “but now that you're here maybe we can do more together.”

“I'd like that,” Jennifer replied, leaning over to give the little girl a tongue lashing kiss, “but you have to promise me something if you want to do this again.”

“What's that?” Francine asked with a quizzical look as she nonchalantly pinched and pulled Jennifer's right nipple.

“It's my turn next time and in addition to the nipple clamps and the egg, I want you to stuff another vibrator deep in my ass and spank my pussy until I pass out cumming.”

Jennifer felt another twinge deep in her cunt seeing a truly wicked smile spread across Francine's face in response.

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