Part 6 - A Moonlit Walk

Dinner that evening was not so formal but everyone was dressed. The girls, of course, in their neat school uniforms complete with their new brassieres - Natasha's pointy chest rather dramatic.

To Celia, Natasha looked so pretty, so sweet and so obviously not a schoolgirl despite her clothing. The pretence of the old man so ridiculous. Such a stupid pretence - Natasha and she were university students, not even in their first year.

There were no visitors waiting, which was a relief to Celia. She could easily have imagined walking out of her bedroom from dressing in her neat uniform to find another two gentlemen in dinner suits or perhaps four gentlemen or even two couples, male and female, perhaps with an interest in the chastisement of young ladies or just the mandatory fucking and otherwise sexual enjoyment of young ladies.

But it was just the old man casually dressed in a cotton short sleeved shirt and shorts and the two 'minders' similarly casually attired.

The girls stood waiting to see what would happen. Would it simply be dinner or was something entirely different planned.

"Such a pity you have got to go home tomorrow but all holidays come to an end - they do, alas, come to an end."

There had certainly been a lot of coming, thought Celia, but did this really mean they were going to be released? Was it all nearly over?

"We have a few visitors tomorrow morning. Some old friends just passing through. Popping in for a morning coffee and something to nibble. I hope you will make them welcome, young ladies."

More penes, thought, Celia. She guessed the import. More penes being pushed into her dear friend and her. More than a nibble no doubt - though she was sure they would be presented for her mouth to suck as well. But perhaps the ordeal was nearly over. At least nobody had taken an interest in her bottom. She did not think she could stand that.

The old man picked up his walking stick and with its curved handle lifted the pleats of the girls' skirts one by one. First Natasha and then Celia. It seemed an odd thing to do with schoolgirls. Old men might well like the idea of lifting the girls skirts and seeing their plump thighs and knickers but they just did not do that. It was not a temptation they succumbed to in polite society.

"Good, you have your regulation underwear on and I can see you have put your training brassieres on. Exciting for you!"

The meal progressed perfectly normally until pudding.

"You've been very good girls, dressing for dinner as I like. I really don't think it is done to sit and eat with swimming costumes or for men to dine with their tops off. Just not the done thing. But as we've got nearly to the end of dinner and you are on holiday you can get out of your school clothes into your beach things - except of course we don't bother with such things do we! Come let me help. Tabitha come here."

The old man seemed to take the greatest delight in undressing Natasha; his hands first reaching up inside her skirt and pulling her knickers down. His fingers on the white buttons of her blouse undoing them before pulling it off; his fingers undoing the clasp of her skirt and letting it fall to the floor exposing her shaved mons and round bottom.

"Oh, you want me to leave your brassiere on? You girls and your new training brassieres. Aren't you big girls now!"

Celia thought Natasha certainly was. Her flawless dark skin so nicely set off by the white bullet brassiere holding her ample chest. Would they be lovers in the future when released? She so hoped so!

Then it was Celia's turn to feel the old man's fingers. So delicate and so creepy. His undressing of her was really one long grope.

So the two girls found themselves eating their cheesecake and yet more ice cream dressed solely in their new brassieres; their bare bottoms on the chairs.

"Did you say, girls, your bottoms had got a bit itchy; a bit uncomfortable? Perhaps it's the sand. Let me have a look. Come here Emily-Sue and lie over my knees.

Celia's heart sank. The old man had all of a sudden developed an interest in her bottom.

The indignity of not only having her legs rather spread by the old man but him parting her bottom cheeks and staring at her anus.

"I think some ointment. This make is very good."

He seemed - rather coincidentally - to have a tube in his pocket.

Celia made to rise.

"It's not..."

"It is! Very itchy. Your bottom needs soothing, doesn't it?"

And it did. It really did. She began to wriggle.

"And you too Tabitha."

All of a sudden it seemed Natasha could hardly sit still in her chair.

The tube was squeezed and horror of horrors the old man's finger was rubbing round and round her rubbery orifice. The ointment was far from soothing: quite the opposite, not so much simply stinging as fiery.

"Aaagh. It's burning."

The old man had to hold her down. Celia knew her buttocks were alternately clenching and releasing with the discomfort - the pain. She could not help herself.

"Aaagh no, no - not inside. Please, aaagh it's worse! Let me go. Let me go to the sea. The cool water..."

The old man had not just rubbed her anus but had pushed a finger into her. A finger seemingly loaded with the burning ointment.

She made to run but was easily stopped by a minder. There was no chance to reach the sea and the water. She was held down firmly across the dining table. Her brassiere clad breasts pushed against the wood. Celia could hear the protests being made by Natasha but clearly to no avail. The ointment was being applied to her rubbery orifice and, no doubt just like with her, the old man would push his finger in.

It was getting no better. Against her head she could feel Natasha's hair. She too spread-eagled against the opposite side of the table.

Celia lay like that for a good five minutes, her bottom seemingly on fire. Panting and sweating, with her buttocks just clenching and unclenching trying to relieve the pain. What sort of gratification were these men getting watching girls bottoms wriggle and their anal orifices pulsate?

Almost as suddenly as the burning started it seemed to be going away leaving a certain numbness. Celia relaxed her cheeks.

"Better now is it, girls? Now for the second ointment. This needs to go in deep and comes with special applicators."

"Special applicators?"

Celia could feel something firm and slippery against her anus. What was it - some sort of special anal syringe? It would need to be rounded at the end to go in...

Suddenly Celia realised - realised just what was pushing against her bottom. One of the minders penes, his rounded knob, no doubt liberally coated in a cream to protect it from the fire of the first ointment.

"No!" It was the two girls in unison.

Celia had never wanted a penis in there; had never wanted to try anal intercourse but now, with the penis already partly lodged, she was experiencing just that. She could only just feel it through the numbness but knew it was going in. It was stretching her open in a way she had never wanted. One of the minder's big thick cocks was entering her bottom - and he did not seem to be stopping at just the entrance but, rather, was going further and further in. She felt his thighs against her bottoms cheeks. A man, whose name she did not know, now had his penis completely inside her bottom. A very large penis.

There was some gentle bottom fucking, the man sliding himself within her but not to completion: instead she was made to stand up - with the erection still in her bottom - and walk a few steps towards the old man. Then the minder reached down and lifted her up with his hands under her thighs so she was supported by a penis right in her bottom and one hand under each thigh. Celia's glance went straight to her friend, straight to her friend's sex and there it was all open and visible - Natasha's pretty lips, the bump of her clitoris and her unoccupied vaginal opening - but very strangely hanging just beyond her vagina were a pair of balls. Very little of the other minder's penis in Natasha's bottom could be seen but it was most definitely there.

The men had taken the opportunity to undress whilst the girls had been writhing on the table. The minders were now 'occupied' but the old man was taking the greatest interest in the girls - and the men were very clearly presenting the girls to him for his inspection. They were standing still just holding the girls out to him.

The men must have been very strong because they had to stand there for quite a time whilst the old man examined or, more accurately, played with them. First he enjoyed bringing his tongue into play on their exposed sexes and then, as he had done before, rubbing his flaccid penis over the brown and white skin of their thighs - ever so gently - before moving to their sexes. Held as they were he could even manage to push his flaccid member inside Celia a few times but mostly he seemed to just enjoy rubbing up and down the soft skin.

"Go on boys move a bit. Get your applicators working."

He seemed to enjoy the vicarious movement caused by the men working the girls bottoms. It made the sex whichever of the girls he was touching move against him - no doubt a lovely rubbing against his own sensitive skin. Celia almost felt sorry for him unable to achieve an erection - almost, but not quite.

The minders had held the girls open for the old man to play. All their sex had been exposed for him to stroke with his soft knob. Only their bottoms had been plugged.

Finally, "Ah yes!"

Celia felt the warm spurting of the old man's limp penis on her sex as his hand sought and squeezed her brassiere clad breasts. Inside her rectum the minder's very erect cock was moving.

The old man slumped back in a chair breathing heavily, his penis dribbling. Clearly he was a little worn out by his activities. He waved towards the men, "Go on, finish the application."

Celia's thighs were released and she was, once again, bent over the table right next to Natasha and then the men really got to work. The squelching noises - the sound of the twin erections pumping the girls arses - was rather obscene. There was nothing the girls could do but lie there and accept what was being done to them - accept the big organs were in their bottoms, were being slid and about to do their 'thing.'

Grunts from the men indicated the girls' ordeal was coming to an end - the men were coming in their ends! Long powerful strokes in and out of their bottoms as the men spurted their fluids.

"Better?" asked the old man. "Say thank you to the boys. Thank you for applying the ointment in your bottoms."

The hardness, the fullness was still there, Celia knew she was not going to forget this. A man had done the unmentionable and actually come in her bottom. She found herself thanking the man, unable to disobey the old man.

"You said you wanted a swim. Why don't the boys take you down whilst I drink my coffee."

The two girls were uncorked - and the withdrawal certainly made a sound - and carried across the men's shoulders down to the sea where they were thrown in. Celia was pleased to be able to wash away the old man's semen, the ointment and the minder's semen which kept leaking from her bottom. It was good to swim around in the cool water under the light of the moon. The minders too swam and seemed, having thrown the girls in, happy to leave them to their own devices - for a time.

Back at the beach house a little while later the old man proposed a moonlit walk to settle the 'digestive system.' Celia was very conscious that part of her digestive system still felt very used and unsettled but there was nothing she or Natasha could do but comply.

As usual they were all naked on the darkened beach. It was warm and there was no discomfort. In happier circumstances the walk would have been lovely. The sound of the sea, the smell of the salt and just strolling on the wet sand, sometimes in the surf.

They met a few people out walking and got a few strange glances. Celia was not sure she liked being ogled by moonlight but she had already that weekend had more than a few men ogling her naked body and, of course, doing rather more.

A delightful little cove and more naked swimming. Perhaps the men were not yet able to get their penes 'up' yet and so the girls were unmolested. Celia could easily imagine had the men been up to it how easy and pleasant it would have been for them to take the girls in the water. Hard erections slipping from the cool salt water into Natasha and her warm nests and leaving something behind.

Further on, Celia could see the lights of another beach house.

"Some friends of mine are here, Shall we visit?"

Celia thought they could not just walk in like this and Natasha said so.

"Don't worry, Tabitha, they are just men. They won't worry about little girls and their naked little bodies."

Four men were there; the party just walked in on them and found them; they were sitting drinking beer in just swimming trunks.

"Hi Stephen, out for a walk?"

Beer was offered. Beer was accepted but the old man said it was 'Cokes' for the girls.

The men seemed to pay very little attention to Natasha or Celia despite their nakedness and obvious charms. It surprised Celia. This was not what she expected. Were these men not 'in' with the old man? Had she and Natasha not been brought here to be used, or rather abused, by these men? Were they perhaps gay - here on a beach holiday and happened to know the old man?

The conversation flowed but the girls were not part of it. The subject turned to the differences between people. Not really between the sexes but between people.

"Tabitha," said the old man, "told me something quite droll the other day or rather said something. She said that whilst noses for example varied a lot, some big, some small, some round, some pointed, men's willies were all the same."

"The innocence of young girls!"

"I never did," Natasha protested.

"Sssh," went the old man. "But, of course, I explained to her that they vary a lot."

There was a general nodding of heads amongst the men.

"Why don't you compare, Tabitha. Go on, my friends won't mind. You know where their penes are; you can see the bulges in their trunks - bulges you girls do not have. You choose whose to look at first. Go on; they won't bite - though they might get bigger." He looked around at the men as if they were about to say something.

"It's all right, the girls know about that." He turned back to the girls, "Go on, don't be shy, don't be frightened. You know what to do if you are frightened, don't you Tabitha? You know what to do. What do you do?"

Celia knew exactly the answer the old man wanted and so did Natasha but she was trying not to give it. Her pretty face contorted as she tried not to speak. But it was no good. The conditioning too strong.

"I... I... we, I mean... we don't... yes we should... we should suck on a willie."

All the men nodded as if this was absolutely the right thing for girls to do. It would have been comical if Celia had not known what would come next.

"Yes, Tabitha, quite right. But there is no need to be frightened. So whose are you going to choose first to look at? Go on."

Celia watched as Natasha got up and walked over to the men who stood up as she approached. She just put her hand inside one man's trunks and pulled out his tackle. One moment it was simply a bulge in his trunks: the next it was out for all to see. The power the old man had over Natasha and herself was frightening. They had to do what they were told. Natasha had been made to just casually pull a man's penis and his balls out of his swimming trunks and leave them hanging there. What would she be made to do next?

"Tabitha, go on. It will make you feel better."

Celia watched as Natasha knelt and her so full and pretty lips closed around the limp penis.

"Is that better?"

Natasha was nodding, her head going up and down whilst between her lips Celia could see the penis begin to firm.

"Big in your mouth isn't it, Tabitha? Don't men get so big and strong? Well, if one is big, then perhaps all of them need to be big for you and Emily-Sue to compare. They would not all be the same if one was big and the others small, would they Emily-Sue?"

Celia had to reply. She found herself speaking even though she did not want to. "No, they all need to be big."

"There's a good girl. Now Emily-Sue, you go and bring their willies out."

And Celia had to delve; had to put her hand in each of the remaining three men's swimming trunks and pull out their 'equipment.' Her hand pushed inside the waistband and grasping the soft(ish), warm organs, bringing them out in the open. All of a moment there were seven sets of male genitalia on display.

"And...?"

Celia knew, knew exactly what the old man wanted her to do. She looked from one penis to the next; two semi hard, the other already fully erect. It had been bad enough with the minders and the old man but now she seemed almost surrounded by men and their penes - and she had not missed the stirring from the minders. She and Natasha were going to have to deal with six of the things and she knew the old man would insist the girls brought them to a conclusion one way or another.

Celia chose the fair haired man to suck first, though it probably made little difference - she was sure the old man would expect her to take all in her mouth. His penis still a little soft and wobbly.

She sank to her knees and with her mouth lifted it up; the knob was surprisingly cold in her mouth - perhaps he had been swimming not so long ago - but as the blood pumped that changed. Celia's tongue moved. There was no point in delaying. The sooner she and Natasha got the penes to discharge the sooner they could be back at the beach house and be in bed.

From one erection to another; both Natasha and Celia moved around shuffling on their knees around all of the mem until all the men - except Mr Levinson - were strongly erect.

"Well girls," Mr Levinson put his arm around each and got them to stand. "What do you think? Do the boys look really fine or silly like that?"

"Silly," said Celia.

The old man patted her bottom.

"And you Tabitha, do you think they are all the same now?"

And they were not, they really were not. Some were definitely longer, some thicker, some more veiny, some with long foreskins, one clearly without; some curved like a banana, some as straight as a die, some really pointing up in the air, some pointing straight ahead; some with drooping balls sacks whereas with others it was difficult to see the tightly drawn up balls. But they were all erect. All capable.

"No, no they are different."

"Which do you like the best? Go on touch and feel as you decide."

Celia watched her so black friend, beautifully naked, fingering the men's penes. It was, surprising to her perhaps, a rather erotic sight. She looked at the six erections. Never, she thought, was she likely to see six men erect at one time again in her life. It might well be that the old man would also ask her which she liked best.

Which did she? They were all so strong, so manly, so beautiful like proud sceptres... so wonderful and... Fuck! What was she thinking? What had the old man done to her mind?

"This one, sir." Natasha was holding one of the four other men's erection, gently moving the foreskin in her hand.

"And whose do you like the best, Emily-Sue? Which one is your favourite? I expect you girls think they are all wonderful but which is your number one?"

Celia had to choose. She chose the rugged and thick one rising from a profusion of black curly hair. She was not quite sure why she chose that - perhaps because it was the most upstanding. Her hand closed around it though her forefinger did not meet her thumb.
"You know about Man Milk don't you Tabitha, don't you Emily-Sue?"

The girls nodded their heads. Celia knew where this was leading.

"Man milk is good for girls. Something hot to drink before bed."

Again they could do nothing but nod in agreement.

"You can be milk maids and serve the milk fresh for each other."

Celia had the sudden thought of Natasha and she dressed in blue gingham frocks seated on milking stools and working a whole herd of men; milking them into tin pails; the cum squirting like milk from a teat, frothy and white like milk, only rather thicker; the men's balls unnaturally swollen and swinging slowly as each man produced a remarkable amount of 'man milk;' her hand working the man, squeezing the penis and sliding the foreskin as the spurting went on and on. Natasha's pretty black hand doing the same as her man's 'milk' squirted into the pail before they moved on to the next.

It was not quite like that! The girls did not have milking stools, the girls did not have milk maids outfits and the men did not 'produce' in vast quantities. Nonetheless Celia found herself working her man and Natasha hers with a view to wanking cum into the other girl's mouth. It was what they had been told to do.

"You love the fresh salty taste don't you girls?"

Celia certainly did. She frowned. Did she really - that much?

"I think mine's about to come," warned Natasha.

Celia opened her mouth wide to be ready and, sure enough, as she did so the delicious, salty, hot spurting began. Celia was amazed at just how lovely it did taste; so much so that she did not want to waste a drop; her mouth closed over the knob as Natasha continued to work the stalk. Celia sucked in pleasure; she knew so well that it was the old man's doing, he had told her how much she would like the semen and she did - she really did!

And then it was Natasha's turn. Celia so keen for her friend to enjoy the same pleasure but despite its girth and rugged appearance when her penis ejaculated it produced nowhere near as copious a quantity as Natasha's had done for her. Not a good milker!

So strange though to be holding and working a man's erection - yes, she had done that before many times with boyfriends - but to be aiming it, so it sent its stuff into another girl's mouth? It was actually quite fun working away at it, encouraging it into spasm and then aiming it. A sort of target practice like some friends she knew did over at the firing range but she held a very different pistol with a very different target: not the bull's eye but Natasha's mouth! Celia was smiling, almost giggling - the old man's influence, as she so well knew.

Just a sigh from the man and he was coming - his stuff spurting from his penis into Natasha's mouth,; Celia saw her tongue licking and catching it with enthusiasm and then her lips came forwards, closing over the knob, as Celia's hand continued to move up and down the shaft, her fingers alternately touching Natasha's lips and then retreating, backwards and forwards. She was wanking the man into Natasha's mouth as Natasha sucked.

"Another one?" she asked conscious the man had not produced a lot for her friend.

"Mmmm, please!"

"My dears, you are really enjoying the Man Milk aren't you, but remember you've only four left."

Celia looked and there were indeed only four erections left. Four loads left - two each - unless any of the men or Mr Levinson wanted to try a load himself. She hoped not. She wanted them just for herself and her friend.

"This one looks yummy, Tabitha dear." Why was she calling Natasha by that stupid name? She had simply reached out and grasped one of the men, pulled him by his upstanding handle across to Natasha, pulling it up and down as she did so.

Natasha was still running her tongue over her generous lips seeing if any more of the delicious fluid remained, her eyes seeming to light up as she saw the next penis.

"No, Emily-Sue, you must have one too," and she pulled another erection towards her. And there they were both pulling at a penis each but trying to aim it towards the other's mouth. Celia cupped her man's balls, she hoped by stroking and fondling them she might coax, when it came, even more of the man's stuff out for her friend. It was certainly the one to go off first.

"Oh, Tabitha, yes, here it is for you!" Spurt, spurt, spurt of lovely creamy cum going to Natasha. Celia was both pleased for her friend but jealous. Where was hers? Her attention moved to the lovely fat knob inches from her face. Her smile broadened. It was beginning to ooze a little - to dribble. Not yet the creamy stuff but a thin clear liquid. Celia could not resist letting her tongue touch and taste - just lightly brushing at the very end of the bulb, just enough to wick the liquid away. Mmmmm! She did so like an oozing penis.

Unsurprisingly that seemed to do the trick. An explosion of cum was suddenly unleashed - well, perhaps an exaggeration, but close, as she was, to the knob it rather felt like that - coming not just on her mouth but exploding across her face. She gasped in surprise and then clamped her lips over the plum savouring the delicious, hot semen pouring into her mouth.

As the flow ceased she looked up at the men. They were laughing; clearly laughing at how she looked. Natasha made the sweetest of shrugging shoulders gestures, smiled and began licking the cum off Celia's face.

There were just the two minders left. The girls doubted even with a lot of sucking they could coax any more from the old man. A shame but probably true.

"Another one for the road?"

Natasha seemed to find Celia's comment really funny.

Rather than engage in hand work the girls just chose one of the minders' penis each and sucked away. It was actually rather nice to just close her eyes and suck on the man's plum; nice to have it big, firm but yet so silky soft in her mouth and just be able to suck. As the old man had said there really was something comforting about sucking on a willie. Comforting and then a 'treat' at the end. A 'treat?' It was the old man's doing but Celia could not think it was otherwise.

Three loads. Three loads all for her!

The penis was reasonably generous with its ejaculation. Celia hoped her friend's was similarly generous. Perhaps they should have shared them and worked each knob in tandem and shared the man milk.

"Well, wasn't that nice, girls? Kind of our friends. I expect they'll be over tomorrow and will let you girls play with their willies again. I know you girls do so like doing that. You are silly girls to like their willies so much but you do, don't you?"

They all walked a little way back along the sand together. Seven naked men and two naked girls. The men had divested themselves of their swimming trunks. Men like to watch girls' boobs moving and so too did Celia enjoy seeing the men's penes and balls swinging in the moonlight. Such lovely packages, so soft and lovable but if only, if only - unfortunately Celia knew they would stay soft.

What was she thinking! These men were doing all sorts of things to she and her friend. Of course she did not want to do anything more that evening or tomorrow. She wanted to get away, get away from the old man and his friends. Really she wanted to grab Natasha's hand and just run. But it would be no use.

"Emily-Sue,' have you ever held a boy's willie whilst he's peeing?"

What?!

"No sir." She had to answer.

"Would you like to see if you can write your name in the sand?"

"Would I like...? With his..."

"Yes, Emily-Sue!"

It was ludicrous. More penis handling when she thought it over for the night.

"Go on, pick one and write!"

Yet again Celia's hand closed around a penis, soft but still sticky from its earlier ejaculation. She held it between her fingers not really believing what she was about to do. And then as suddenly as an ejaculation off it went. The man was 'hosing;' just so much more liquid than an ejaculation. She almost let go and that could have been a disaster as it would have swung out of control.

She tried writing her name with it yet there was no curling 'C' to begin with, no 'e' to follow or and 'l': instead it came out, not very clearly, as 'Emily-Sue.'

The stream of pee slowed.

"Pull back the foreskin and shake."

Celia looked at Natasha despairingly. What the old man was making them do!

And it was to be 'them.' It was Natasha's turn next to write 'Tabitha' in the sand. Celia watched Natasha's pretty hand holding one of the men as he peed on the sand. Celia smiled despite it all. Her friend was a lot better at handling penes than she had perhaps expected. It was not the sort of 'handwork' you might have expected but she controlled it and wrote very neatly!

And then the girls were made to try and write 'Mr. Levinson' but using their own wee. It was simply impossible to squat, let go and then jump around like a frog and try to write but it certainly made the men hoot with laughter. It was a hopeless attempt but then using the other penes and bladders available they were able to complete their allotted task.

It would have been a strange sight to see on the beach in the moonlight had anyone else strolling along come across the group. Very strange.