Free The Mortification of Isabel by Lindsay Ross Page B

secrets.” She scooped up the object and put it on top of a wardrobe.
    Both women began to undress while I remained in the sitting position with my hands held out and my wrists limp, the collar feeling tight round my neck. I panted a little having been taught that I must maintain dog-like behaviour even when I was sitting still.
    “Should I give Bella a drink of water?” asked Millie, now wearing only her underwear.
    “Pour a little into that dish if you like, angel,” Margaret replied. I noticed she was employing all the endearments she had once used with me.
    Margaret and Millie were now naked and they climbed onto the bed and sat on the covers leaving a space for me. When Margaret looked down at me and tapped the bedcovers I jumped up and sat in the gap between them, my tongue lolling. The two women lent towards each other behind my back and whispered in each other’s ears and giggled like conspiratorial young girls.
    Margaret then lay on her back with her head near the bottom of the bed and her feet on the pillows until she raised her knees and opened her thighs. Millie pushed me towards her and it was clear I was meant to go down on Margaret and lick her pussy. I couldn’t see what happened next but Millie must have strapped on the dildo and got into the doggie position for suddenly I felt my own quim being penetrated. The false penis was pushed up higher and seemed to fill and stretch my passage in a way I found unpleasant and painful.
    I thought it a strange way to lose my virginity- if it could be counted as such.
    Millie established a steady rhythm as she thrust into me and gradually the pain and discomfort lessened. I worked hard with my lips and tongue to give Margaret as much pleasure as possible knowing I was likely to receive a beating if I failed to give satisfaction.
       Then we all stopped and held our positions hearing the creaking of floorboards on the landing outside Margaret’s bedroom. We must have presented a strange tableau to John as he pushed open the door.

I lose my Virginity and discover that Size matters. With my new lover I practice a Deception on my Master.
     
    I suppose most men would be instantly aroused by the sight of three naked women cavorting on a bed and John’s first reaction was to strip off his nightgown.
    “Punishments can come later,” he said, “but I’ll take you while you’re hot.”
    He came at us with his cock rampant.
    “You can put away your dildo now you have the real thing. My pego will serve you better.” John undid the straps round Millie’s waist and thighs and flung the dildo onto the floor.
    “I see you allow the smelly dog into your bed,” he mocked. “Is there no end to your depravity?” His views on the propriety of my presence on the bed did not stop him ramming his cock into me having pushed Millie to one side. The attentions I’d received from the false penis had made me slick and wet, once I had overcome my first feelings of revulsion, and John had the benefit of a well greased quim.
    “I like the bitch’s hairless snatch,” he said to the others. “Perhaps I will shave you all.”
    I blush to admit that at first the sensations John elicited were less pleasurable than those produced by the counterfeit cock because the dildo was much thicker and longer than human dimensions. I say that without belittling John because his cock seemed an impressive weapon which I estimated to be longer than eight inches from the brief sight I had gained before he entered me- though at that time I was certainly no expert on male members. But I was glad my pussy was playing hostess to a man’s cock at last though I would not have chosen these circumstances for my first experience.
    When I was a young girl joking with my friends we speculated about the difference the size of a man’s cock would make to our own pleasure and I claimed size was of little consequence (based on no experience whatever). I was rather serious as a young girl and thought my