Message-ID: <34409asstr$1009962605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Andrew Roller Reply-To: roller666@earthlink.net MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 01 Jan 2002 07:02:07 PST X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Tue, 01 Jan 2002 15:02:07 GMT Subject: {ASSM} A Virgins Last Hours, (new) chapter 10 Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2002 04:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw Lines: 176 - NND --------------------------------------------------------- Visit my FTP site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Roller/ <--click Click, or put the address into your browser. All my stories are there. --------------------------------------------------------------- FREE Damien! http://www.wm3.org/html/damien.html Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in A Virgin's Last Hours Chapter Ten He woke up with wood. The first sound that he heard was the sound of rain falling, and the sound of it must have triggered something inside him, a need he had. When he opened his eyes he looked down at himself, feeling the pressure of his need, and he saw his erection as he lay on the cool sheets of a bed. The sight of his penis startled him. It rose up from his pelvis, from between his legs, and for a moment he enjoyed the sight of it, the thick vigor of its manliness. Then he saw the welts arrayed along its stiffness and he felt a pain down there, along his erotic stalk, and he was aware of the weight of someone lying next to him in the bed. "Oh my God!" he cried, for he was aware suddenly of what had happened to him last night, and of how he was up again, as if begging for more. "My, you're up nice and early," a soft feminine voice purred beside him. Taylor looked from his erection to the woman lying beside him. She was as beautiful as ever, her dark hair falling a little in her eyes as she gazed at him with those twin deep beckoning pools, those invitations to mischief. "I uh, can't control it," Taylor said, which was true, for he was only 17. He wanted to add that it was in no way meant to beckon her on, but of course she never allowed him to get that out. A feather lifted. She was holding it. He did not recognize it as an egret feather, for he was not an expert in such matters, but he watched it sail slowly through the air, guided by her hand, until it touched his cock. He shivered. It felt wonderful. He wanted to spurt as it traced the welts on his penis and then, slowly, delicately, the veins under the welts, that crisscrossed them and made his manhood look all the more muscular and hardy. "Such a stimulating piece of wood," Miss Brookhaven remarked, admiring his manhood as she teased it. Suddenly he was aware of what had been his first sensation that morning, that which had awakened him. Miss Brookhaven saw the slight change on his face and asked, "Do you have to pee?" Taylor nodded, trying not to look desperate. Miss Brookhaven produced handcuffs. "Wait just a moment," she said. She put down the feather, laying it on his chest so that its tip still touched his cock, the end of it sighing up and down along a small part of his length when his chest moved with his breathing. She wiggled upward along the bed, moving beside him, and took hold of one of his wrists. She lifted his right arm. He offered no resistance. She snapped it against the bedrail above his head, ensuring that his strong right arm would now remain completely unavailable to him. Then she rolled over him, her lovely naked breasts teasing his chest, and she did the same to his left. "But I have to go to the bathroom!" Taylor said, when he found that both his hands were effectively gone and, as a consequence, he was trapped upon this very comfortable but not at all suitable place of repose. He had to get up. He had to go and empty himself in the ceramic bowl before he burst. "Miss Brookhaven will take care of everything," the woman smiled, as if speaking of herself as something outside herself, which perhaps she was sometimes, owing to how wicked she could be. She told him to lift his head a little. He did. She slipped her hand under the pillow he was using and drew out a coil of plastic. He looked at it. Suddenly recognition dawned. It was a catheter! "Let me get the creme," Miss Brookhaven said. She put her hand under his pillow again and pulled out a used squeeze tube. She unscrewed the cap. She squirted some of the creme onto her fingers and greased the end of the catheter. "Now let's see if we can't get that pee out of you," Miss Brookhaven said. Taylor gasped as Miss Brookhaven knelt over his penis. She straddled his thighs, so he could not move his legs. She held his cock with both hands, capturing it and then inserting the end of the greased catheter into him. She pushed. He watched in horror as the catheter slid into him, feeling its length inside him, like an invading snake. It went deeper and deeper and suddenly his fear turned to terror: it was going too far up! But even as he cried out for Miss Brookhaven to stop she kept on pushing, turning a little now to make sure that the back end of the catheter, which had fallen off the side of the bed, was poised over the bucket she had placed there previously. Suddenly Taylor had an awful feeling as if he was being both punctured and released. He saw yellow shoot up suddenly into the clear tube that was running out of his penis. The yellow kept moving and suddenly he realized that he was peeing. "Yes, the catheter is in your bladder now," Miss Brookhaven said. "All your needs in this area will be attended to from now on. You will not even have to think about going to the toilet. You can just lie in bed all day, enjoying the feel of the sheets and the sound of the rain outside, and letting me tease your naked erection. Miss Brookhaven got up from the bed. She inspected the contents of the bucket, telling him he had made an excellent pee, putting a good half bucket full of urine into the pail. Then she picked up a small silver bell from the nightstand beside the bed. She rang it. A few minutes later a beautiful young girl appeared, dressed in a scanty maid's costume. As Taylor watched, noticing her shock upon seeing him with his penis invaded, she gulped and brought him breakfast. She arranged the tray on his chest and when she had gone, Taylor watching her young naked bottom as she left the room, Miss Brookhaven told Taylor to open his mouth. "I'm going to feed you, to keep you big and strong," Miss Brookhaven told Taylor. And she did, and he ate lustily, for something about his condition and his night's previous experiences had left him very hungry. After breakfast, when the maid had returned and removed the tray, giving Taylor another tempting and cock-raising view of her bottom, Miss Brookhaven set to work on Taylor's balls. She ordered hot towels to be brought and she applied these to Taylor's testicles. But first she sprinkled them with cologne, which had the effect of making them burn terribly, an effect which amused Miss Brookhaven, that something as delicate and feminine as cologne could so thoroughly torture a man. Then Miss Brookhaven, when she had tired of punishing Taylor's balls, uncuffed his hands. She had him sit up. He had just peed again, in fact he was peeing intermittently without being able to stop himself. But when he sat up, having apparently emptied himself yet again, more came out. "Mmmm. You just can't stop, can you?" Miss Brookhaven laughed. "My bucket is almost full. But now I'm afraid I must attend to my other guests," Miss Brookhaven said. "I was going to let you lie here all day admiring yourself, but I saw how you looked at my maid. I'm going to take the catheter out. Then I'm going to fist you until you cum. That's right," she smiled at him, when he gave her an awkward look. "I require most men to stay hard and randy. But you I'm jealous of. I want to make sure that only I get to enjoy your cock. Your milk belongs entirely to me." Miss Brookhaven drew out the catheter, as Taylor sat watching. He felt in possession of himself again as the thing slid out of him. Yet he was not willing to assert himself to deny Miss Brookhaven what she now wanted. As she took hold of his manhood, he sat feeling the cool sheets against his bottom, and he did not even stop her when he noticed the young maid girl peeking into the bedroom. "Cum," Miss Brookhaven commanded Taylor, working his cock with her delicate small fist, moving up and down him like some clasp on a piston. "Spurt all over my bed, all over yourself and my hand," Miss Brookhaven said. She fisted him harder. Taylor felt a curious detachment as he watched her, as if he were somehow not connected to this thing which she was now so willfully using. "Here you will be a fucking machine," Miss Brookhaven said. 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