Chapter 8: A day of rest! Fisting, then Piercing Sunday!
Dear readers: You may be totally confused by this story. If you are please read the sequences leading up to Saturday Evening – The party turns into an orgy. It could help you follow what may happen here.
SLEEP COMES TO ALL BUT CHESTNUT
I was not surprised that we all slept. Great sex makes you tired. We had made wonderful sex.
Silence descended over the yard. The whole area under the Pergola was still, except for the odd snoring sounds coming from all over.
There were deep rumbles from the men, with lighter yelps, and purrs, from the girls.
My partner, Chestnut, and I were together on one part of the huge air mattresses. Adonis, and Titian's Mother appeared to gravitate towards Lawyer, and his surprising wife; and it appeared logical for Parlour Girl to pair off with TF, and Titian.
By "going together" I mean that we formed sleeping groups.
Chestnut had not tried to sleep long before she began to move. The huge dildo deep in her arse was becoming too much for her body. She was not in pain. She loved it, but it was stopping her from bending, or lying comfortably spooned to us.
She woke me very gently to explain, and ask if I could help her remove it. I whispered to my Partner that I was going to help her. She nodded, half asleep, then returned to her slumbers.
Chestnut slowly eased herself upright, then she waddled through the house in front of me.
She went straight to the Master Bedroom.
She had to waddle; she needed to rotate her hips around the whole object pushing up through her pelvic opening, deep into her body.
She must have been completely full. She might have been uncomfortable as she walked, but she did not appear to be, and she did not complain. Her rolling gait was very erotic. Her arse may have stuck out slightly more. It was impossible to tell in the dim light of the warm night.
She was a wonderful sight, the globes of her bum were slightly larger, more rounded, fuller, but the reason was virtually invisible. I could detect the flat end of the dildo, that was all.
We knew that she was used to wearing butt plugs for a long time. She had admitted that she often wore one all day at work. She had described how she would push her favourite plug into place after her morning bath. She would work all day with it deep in her arse, slowly becoming more, and more, aroused. She learnt to press it into her arse. She learnt to manipulate her anal muscles to stimulate herself.
She had to rush home, at the end of the day, to pleasure herself.
After she described this I began to have pictures in my mind of her sitting through interminable boring meeting. She told me that these went with her high powered job.
I saw her surrounded by leering, smart suited, male executives, trying to catch a sight of her gorgeous breasts down her cleavage.
They would be completely unaware of her pierced nipples, and of how she would press down into her chair to give herself pleasure.
I pulled myself together, and had to stop daydreaming. I suggested that we showered, or better, that we bathed. I explained that I thought it better, and that I would slowly removed the dildo for her, while she relaxed in warm water.
Titian's Mother had thrust it far, actually totally, into her rectum during their last frenzied climax of the night.
Chestnut agreed that I should bathe her, for the second time in the day. We both agreed that this was more sensible than take a shower. We also knew it would be more intimate, more sensual, more fun.
We were standing together watching a torrent of water fill the tub, when she began to laugh.
She had turned to face me. She saw that I was still pinned to my apron. I had been sleeping in it, as virtually all our friends, and guests, were in their jewellery.
She began to undress me with infinite care, unclipping the two safety pins from my nipples. She kissed, and sucked on each of my teats. Then reached behind me to unclasp the suspender tie around my waist. Suddenly all that held the apron was my rising penis poking through its hole.
It was not surprising that the gorgeous woman had this affect on me. When she reached behind her tits were still encased in their jewellery. They bounced, and swayed, against my abdomen. All the time I was trying to consider the problems of drawing the object from her arse, and trying to suppress my erection.
She thought the latter funny. Always the practical girl, she spat into her hands, and lathered my cock ring with spit. Slowly, the girl who had pushed it high onto my penis many hours before, began to move it down my now totally engorged member. Finally it slipped past the head, and off into her hands.
I was naked, except for my inner bars, and Celtic like, gold shields. Replacing the outer pins could wait until morning.
She asked me to remove all her jewellery, aware that this would set my penis going again.
I stood in front of this gorgeous brown, bronzed woman, and began to undress her.
I unhooked the three chains from her right breast, and passed them over her shoulder. I unhooked these three from the strap that went around her to her back. I unhooked the same chains from her left breast, but left the strap in place.
I unhooked the chains from below her half breast cage, and the one around her waist. I was very gentle, as I removed all these chains from her forest, and from close to her dildo.
I began to see why this was like clothing. Had Chestnut been completely shaven, with no pubic hair, instead of her luxuriant, curly, dark bush, then it would have appeared like clothing.
People saw the outside, they looked at the perimeter, and not inside the whole, so it was going to be possible to wear only jewellery in public.
I had flashbacks to why we went out, dressed as we were, for our first two meals.
The first time our Restaurateur almost had a heart attack. He lent forward to kiss my Partner's hand. She was wearing a thin, transparent dress, with holes for her teats. His mouth was inches from a very erect naked nipple pushed far through her Starburst jewel.
I undid the strap around Chestnut, the one that held the cages beneath her wonderfully enhanced, rounded breasts. It was like undoing a bra. She pressed against me as I brought my hands to her front.
She moved away, the cups fell into my hands, and she was naked, except for her teat bars, and the gold shields on each nipple. These were similar to mine, and she still had the huge object in her arse.
She turned her back to me, and presented the next problem. Her gorgeous round bum faced me; I could see the base of the huge fake cock buried deep inside her. Her skin stopped, and the dildo started, filling the space where her little anal hole had once been.
There were two hooks moulded into the flat of the visible surface. They did not protrude. They appeared able to take the harness that Titian's Mother had worn so beautifully, but there was little else to hold.
She stepped into the foam of the bath, and sank gently. She was very straight because of the dildo, and moved tentatively, slowly. She went down onto her knees. Then, completely straight backed; she bent forwards to lie full out on her stomach, holding her head above the foam with both arms.
All her movements were enormously slow and sexy.
She turned, smiling, to say that it was an extraordinary, warm, intimate, full, feeling high up inside her body, above her abdomen.
I knelt beside the bath, much as I had done on Saturday afternoon, and began to lather her arse.
It was very erotic. My penis had been steel hard as I undressed her. It became harder, even without the help of the cock ring.
Suddenly, the ever practical one turned again. She said that she would kneel, doggy style in the water, and I should climb in behind her. She moved very slowly again, until her back was out of the foam, parallel with the floor.
I sat down in the huge bath, my legs between her knees, and my solid erection very visible above the foam.
Gingerly, with great care, I hooked a little finger into each of the two mouldings in the base. I told her to push, and something that we thought would take time, simply happened.
The huge monster oozed slowly from her arse. It was a slightly knobbly, ramrod straight, almost round, thick pole. It was immense.
It went on, and on, sliding from her body.
It was a very erotic sight.
Inch by inch it slowly appeared. It stopped when she stopped pushing. It started to move again as she flexed her anal muscles. She was doing most of the work.
Amazingly she did not appear to be in any discomfort, and it was also completely clean. It was still slightly greased with the lubricant. But, after all, I thought, she had already been prepared for the onslaught by the ten inch dildo, and by my original bathing, after the first anal fuck.
I took it in both hands, my right fingers just brushing her distended arsehole. She murmured in pleasure.
I held the weight of the object Otherwise it might have pressed hard upwards away from her womb, towards her backbone, and caused discomfort.
My left hand held the outer end very lightly.
Suddenly it was freed from her hole. I pushed myself further, and further back against the end wall of the enormous bath, so that I took the whole length without causing her discomfort.
I dropped the dildo into the foam; it disappeared, then it began to float.
Chestnut presented me with an enormous, slightly triangular hole, where her little rosebud had been, from where the monster had just emerged. It looked absolutely divine.
It was very wide at the base, forming an arrow like hole, pointing towards her head. It would have been an equilateral triangle had the top not been cut off to form a quadrangle, with three equal sides. It was huge.
It looked only slightly reddened at the outer edges, turning deep purple as I gazed deep into her arse. I felt I could see for miles.
She was not shrinking fast. It was a window into her body.
She turned and said, "That was incredible. Thank you. It was almost better than when Titian's Mother pushed into me, and when she fucked me so hard".
I was puzzled, and asked a foolish question, "Darling Chestnut, the hole is so big that I could put my hand inside you. Please may I."
She simply said, "I was hoping you might ask!"
I lubricated my right hand with body gel, knowing that we would have to use a soothing antiseptic later.
This was entirely new territory for me, and I was sure that it was for Chestnut.
I formed my four fingers into a small point, and tucked my thumb tight into the palm of my hand. I went in as far as the widest point of my compressed hand, and I had not yet touched her skin.
She was stretched that far!
I rotated my hand slowly. I began to touch the skin inside her anus, and to stretch her hole. My hand slowly vanished further into her arse. I was in her anal passage as far as my wrist. I continued to rotate my whole hand very slowly.
Her hole shrunk slightly around my wrist.
She looked around again, with a huge grin on her face. She said that she loved the feeling, especially as I rotated my hand inside her arse.
I told her that I would kneel directly behind her. I moved very gently, with my hand still buried.
Once in kneeling position I bent forward, and pushed, past the narrowing of my wrist, until slightly more than half my forearm was deep inside her.
At this point I may have been bigger than the dildo, so I stopped, and asked if she would like me to push deeper.
The smooth brown skin of her bum stretched erotically, totally unblemished, away from the middle of my arm. She was becoming tight on my forearm.
She turned and grinned, so I pushed deeper still until I could go no further, unless my arm was straight. That was a physical impossibility in the space that we had.
Her anal passage griped my arm in a long warm glove of sensuality.
Her gorgeous skin was slightly darker than mine. Her cheeks looked amazingly sexy, moulding away to her hips and up on to her back.
Could I ever be more intimate with a girl?
I had knelt, as I did not want to tempt myself if she sat back, and my penis went into her cunt; neither did I want to tempt her.
I lent forward, and passed my free hand around her hips. I turned my hand so that my palm was flat on her beautiful belly just above her pubic bone. I pressed inwards, while slowly turning the arm in her arse. The palms of my hands were facing each other.
I pushed my right hand, the one buried deep in her arse, outwards towards my left hand, which was flat on her belly with my fingers spread wide. I began to move my free hand gently up, and down, her wonderful firm stomach. I massaged as far as her rib cage, then slowly back, keeping a slight pressure, using the foamed water as lubricant.
Both her hands flew to the one I had placed on her stomach. She reared upwards, virtually upright, and cried out with pleasure.
She pressed hard on my left hand, pushing my outstretched fingers into her firm body.
Her hand moved mine up and down.
I lifted my hand, and whispered for her to place her hand under mine. We moved together with her hand, pressed down by mine.
I could feel her moving over the hand far up inside her. She was tracing the movements of my hand as it gently massaging her belly from inside.
I had the arm in her arse completely relaxed, except that I had opened out my right hand. It was flat, and my fingers were spread as wide as they would go. My elbow, and shoulder, had followed the wild movements of her body upwards.
Her right hand went down to her clit, and she mauled it in a frenzy. The other hurtled round her body to her hole, her anus.
She went to where my arm was buried in her arse. She felt around my forearm, gently stroking my skin as if to check it was reality. I found the feeling of light fingers touching my buried arm especially sensual.
She forced her exploring fingers between my upper and lower arm, where it bent to vanish into her body.
I kept the gentle massaging of her stomach, both inside and out.
She moved her right hand further round to ram two fingers into her cunt.
She was in an erotic trance.
I felt that she might begin to fist herself in her cunt, but luckily she started to cum at a spectacular speed. It was her third huge orgasm in a few hours.
She was almost completely silent.
One who sang her orgasm was quiet. She was a beautiful mute swan at a time when she should have ranged her glory. Slowly, very slowly, she came down from her orgasm.
She was thinking of the others.
She grasped the head of the bath, and said, very quietly, very sexily, "Pull out slowly, that was amazing."
"Your hands together, one in me, one outside me, are an astonishing feeling."
"They have touched something very special. Please can we do it again sometime."
I reformed my hand into a small bunch of fingers, tucked the thumb in, and said "goodbye" to her anal passage. I pulled right out with great care, with total tenderness. When I was fully clear I leant forwards to kiss her hole.
She was still enormous, and gaping. It was a slightly more rounded, and even larger, deeper, shape than before.
We sank back into the warm soapy bath. She lay on me, and her arse began to fill with soothing, warm, foamed water. That amused her. It was her open hole enema.
She raised her hips, and a stream of bubbles appeared as water replaced air in her arse.
My arms went around under her breasts, and she hugged them to her. She locked us together with her arms on mine, gently pushing her breasts up and out.
They looked wonderful.
We lay a long while, while she healed. It was almost as though she was asleep, but I could feel that she was working her anal muscles with consummate skill. She was willing her anus to close.
Bubbles continued to appear on the surface of the water, where she had melted the foam away.
My penis began to shrink, nuzzling into the small of her back. I buried my face in her hair.
We moved as the water began to cool. I slipped out of the bath, gathered two enormous white towels, and placed one on the floor. She stood in the water as her open enema cascaded out of her arse, and into the remains of the foam.
She stepped out, and I wrapped her in the other. I dabbed her dry.
I bent to kiss each nipple as was becoming the custom of the house when drying somebody.
I padded her cunt, and her still open arsehole with the soft towel. Then I asked her to hold onto the side of the bath with her back to me, and to bend slightly.
Her gorgeous open hole was presented to me. She placed the flat of both hands either side of her gaping hole. She pulled it ever so slightly bigger.
I took a pot of soothing, mildly antiseptic cream, and gently massaged it into the rim of her hole.
She wriggled, and murmured, saying that it was cold. I could have gone full in again, but stopped with only two long fingers dipping completely into her body.
I massaged her for many minutes, in gentle intimate love.
She was a beautiful sight, leaning forwards, almost as she had been against my desk after we had finished the Business Plan. Then I had fucked her hard with her strap on, as my penis slid backwards, and forwards, under her sopping wet open cunt.
I knew I wanted more of the same, and my cock was telling me so. I forced the evil thoughts from my mind.
I patted her bum when I was done; she turned to give me an enormous hug.
I still could not believe that this was the despondent girl, who had arrived at our table only last Monday. We were eating dinner on National Nude Day.
She was in despair, because her breast enhancement had made her nipples appear smaller. She sat with us. Silently she had unbuttoned her blouse, and placed her beautiful brown orbs on the table in front of us. My Partner had kissed her.
She had come to my Partner, her nipples had been stretched slightly, and later Parlour Girl had pierced her teats.
Now her perfect globes were crowned by longer nipples that had horizontal gold bars through them. And she was hugging me, stark naked, in the middle of the night.
We walked hand in hand back to bed. Chestnut snuggled up to spoon my Partner. I pulled that covers over us, and lay on the other side, my wonderful Soul Mate spooning me. We formed a sandwich of love.
My Partner whispered, "You have been a long time!" I replied, very quietly, that the dildo had slipped out with ease, but that she had asked me to fist her in the arse.
Her hands went around my front. She tweaked my cock, and whispered, "Naughty boy!"
That was all.
We slept.
THE REST OF THE NIGHT
Well we did for a little while. Sometime later I stirred, half way between asleep, and awake. I felt my penis being lifted, somebody was moving about under the covers. I felt behind me, I did not feel like my partner, and whoever was there was sleeping on their back.
I groped upwards; they were Chestnut's tits. She was sound asleep.
Somehow my Partner had wriggled from between us. She had slowly moved around to my front, and was sucking me off.
I ran my hands through her tousled hair, and held her face. She was beginning to take me deep into her mouth, but I wanted to fuck.
I needed an ordinary reassuring fuck, Partner with Partner.
She sensed my need. She had the same desires. She crept slowly up my body, kissing my nipples, nuzzling my bars, as she passed. Our mouth's met; we kissed long, hard, and very quietly began to make love.
We were like two students in a dorm, like teenage lovers in the bedroom next door to her parents' room.
Nobody else should hear us! This was our secret, furtive love! It made our coupling more erotic, more fun.
She knelt above my cock, I felt her hand on my penis, she pretended hardly to know what to do next. She her hand held the tip; she ran it up, and down. She pushed it into her wet slit, and round to just touch her anus. She fumbled, and messed around.
I was steel hard as she pressed me to her clit, then pulled back to her cunt hole. I pressed in, and out. I pushed hard as if I was frustrated. I was as an immature trying to find the right place, or a puppy dog searching for its mother's nipple.
She sat back very slowly. I sank into the depths of her body.
She whispered to my ear, so quietly that I strained to hear, "I need you."
She was in control, rocking back and forwards, lifting her breasts from my body so that I could play with her nipples, and finally suck her teats deep into my mouth. I stretched them through the starbursts jewels that had almost become a permanent feature of her body.
I pulled hard on her left tit, knowing that she loved it, and that I would pull her inner vertical retaining bar far away from the gold coned hole of the jewel. I slipped my teeth behind the bar.
She stretched more. I sucked harder. Silently she murmured her appreciation.
I bent my knees up behind her to ensure maximum contact, and depth, as she stretched for me to pull on her nipples.
I released my tooth lock on her vertical bar. I had pulled her teat far enough; the end was forming a small hard head. I nibbled her horizontal bar. I ran my tongue to the start of her looped chains, then to the other breast.
It was sucked and nibbled. I paid particular attention to the tip, flicking, and rolling it with my tongue.
I released it, and she held a breast for me to suckle.
She whispered, "We must not wake Chestnut, or anybody else!"
It was strange, the gorgeous girl stirred as she said this. We lay stock still, except that the muscles of her cunt continued to work their magic, keeping me erect, and deep within her.
Chestnut slept on, we listened to her regular soft breathing.
I whispered, even more quietly, "Lift up, my love, so I can reach you clit, and continue to play with your breasts, while you milk my penis. We will cum together."
She nodded, and lifted away from my face, driving me deeper into herself. She ground her bone against mine. Her bare, naked flesh was hard on my mine. I used my legs to ensure that my hairless balls were against her wetness. She wriggle, and squirmed holding them tight in her folds of wonder.
My right hand went to her clit. It was still holding her wonderful starburst jewel to her bare body. My right hand slipped behind the jewel on her left breast.
Both hands began to stretch her. In this way we were no virgin lovers silently trying not to wake others, or our parents.
We knew each other's "hot buttons" intimately.
I used the jewel to pull her clit hard. Then I began to stoke the tip with my thumb. I did the same to her left teat.
I elongated her with my fingers two split either side of her nipple, while pressing my thumb, rhythmically, and hard into the tip.
She arched forward to nibble my left tit.
We were cumming.
Totally silently we crept together to a wonderful furtive climax. I could not remember when we last failed to cum together. It had become part of the joy of love.
I began to pulse, and shoot, my seed deep into her body. We stopped all our pulling and pressing, and squashed our bodies together.
We touched from our exploring mouths to the tips of her toes.
I felt her uncontrolled waves, the flutters, and movements that I knew so well. She climaxed.
We had not had simple plain sex together since I began to fuck her slave, her Parlour Girl, in our attempt to make her pregnant, and to give us our first child.
This was very special.
She lay still on top of me, my penis limp, but still at her wet, sperm filled entrance. We talked again in silent whispers.
Tomorrow would be Monday; we might be able to tell if the Girl was pregnant.
We were both very excited. We lay for a long time in silent intimacy.
She rolled to my outside, and rolled over. I had become the filling in the sandwich. Chestnut was warm toast on one side, my Beloved on the other.
I held her in the closeness of my body; she pressed her arse against my flaccid damp penis.
Slowly we slept.
BREAKFAST
It was light when we both awoke. Chestnut had gone from our area of the Pergola. I stirred, and looked around me. We had been left alone to sleep, and we were the hosts.
We were up very quickly. My Partner was still in all her jewellery, including the three looped chains. She was still full of our juices from our furtive night assignation. Both her nipples and clit remained aroused, still engorged, swollen and red.
She looked and smelt very sexy. We felt were sure that the others would also. Everybody had gone to bed almost immediately after our last fuck.
I was still wearing my bars, and the nipple guards that Chestnut had left in place earlier in the night.
We wound our way towards the kitchen, hand in hand, like two new lovers.
My Partner looked stunning. She wore that warm glow of contentment, which comes after good sex, and a good night's sleep.
There was a great deal of noise, and laughter washing through the open door to surround us with pleasure.
A stark naked Lawyer Wife was cooking with Chestnut, who was "dressed" as I had left her earlier in the night. Both girls looked radiant.
It was hard to believe that Lawyer wife had arrived the night before dressed in a very conservative manner.
It was almost impossible to imagine that this same beauty had performed a sensuous feeding ballet, while bent over backwards in the crab position, walking with both her hands and feet on the ground.
All Chestnut wore were her gold nipple bars. She looked radiant, and rushed to kiss us both "Good Morning".
She gave me a huge hug that allowed me to place both hands on her glorious bum. My first fingers went to her arsehole. It had closed; it had returned to its original rosebud size.
She pulled slightly away to feel my arm, forming the first finger and thumb of both of both hands into a circle on my forearm just below my elbow.
She turned to my Partner and said, "He was in to there, I took all that. It was wonderful, can we do it again!"
Everybody went silent as Chestnut explained that I had removed the huge weapon from her arse, then, at her request, I had fist fucked her.
There were gasps as she held my arm aloft to show how much had been inside her.
Then she explained, in great detail, holding my right arm against her body, and the other to her bare stomach, how my hands pressing together. She described how one hand was far up her arse, and one was on her stomach. Both massaged her, one inside her, and one outside. She admitted that it had given her the most incredible orgasm of her life.
Everybody was in awe.
Lawyer wife walked to her to press on her naked stomach.
All the others were dressed, undressed, as they had been when we settled down the night before.
Except that two were missing.
It appeared that National Nude Day was still having an interesting effect on everybody.
They all woke up almost together, saw that we were fast asleep, and left us.
Chestnut was the first to stir; she slipped sideways from our space, and began to clear up. She emptied, and refilled the dishwasher, and did the household chores. Lawyer Wife woke Lawyer, and the clearing up game snowballed.
Suddenly Lawyer had proposed that everybody paired off with another. In his lawyer fashion he began to set rules. A pair should not be a partner. Each pair was to go, one at a time, to wash, bath, and shower.
It must have been a little like throwing car keys in, then the woman fishing one set out, and pairing off.
All the girls' names were written on a piece of paper. They were placed in an opaque vase, and the men fished out a name.
Lawyer had drawn Titian's Mother, and they had gone off hand in hand to wash.
I remembered that he had been sitting diagonally opposite her all through the buffet. It appeared, from all small talk, that they had been gone a long while.
They walked back into the kitchen laughing and giggling like two teenagers. Titian's Mother was again totally nude. She looked very sexy, and asked if she could be pierced as soon as possible.
Lawyer was still not sure about piercing, but he told the story of their shower.
It appeared that sleep had distorted the wrapped gold wires around her breasts. She had slept on face down, so the soft rings of wire had flattened with her breasts. Lawyer had soaped her all over then gently prised the windings from her breasts, and from the tight circles extending her nipples.
He had pressed the ends of her teats as he did this, so pushing the two diamonds further into the middle of her nipples. She loved the feeling of the thin spikes moving within her soft tissue, and almost had an orgasm on the spot.
Once the gold breast wrappings had been removed Lawyer drew each diamond from her nipples. He took them, one at a time, fully into his mouth, sucking, and chewing down the whole length of each until he caught the petals that surrounded the diamond ends.
He drew each spike slowly from her nipples as she wriggled and squirmed to an orgasm.
Both were amazed that there was no blood, and no soreness, but the pins were exceptionally fine.
Typically Lawyer had become completely erect during this, so Titian's Mother gave him a perfect deep throat blowjob as a "thank you".
I watched Lawyer Wife during this tale. Her husband's descriptions made her very aroused. Her nipples stood proud, growing with the tale, and she began to finger herself.
Quietly she asked if she might also be pierced.
More bathing, and showering went on while we were ate breakfast.
Then my Partner instructed her slave, Parlour Girl, to dress in her breast cages, her butt plug, cunt plug, and clit jewellery, plus all the chains, and her collar, with a lead attached.
I have to remind myself about these exquisite pieces of jewellery. Parlour Girl fetched them all. .
Her butt plug was a chicken egg sized, and shaped, gold knob. It was attached to a fine multiple hinged straps, not unlike those used on high class watches. (See in: Piercing for National Nude Day – 02)
The narrow flexible strap stopped after an inch or so to form a large diameter deep tube, facing in the same direction as the egg. The egg went into her arse; the capped tube widened her cunt.
Then the tube flattened out into a widening, curving, roughened gold face, that had been formed a deep "V". Her labia stretchers would fit either side of this.
Her clit was repositioned in the thimble cup, and large garnet end screwed tight. Chains were tightened between her nipple rings and the thimble. These made her walk straight, and upright.
Additional weights were added to her labia stretchers. The taught skin hung below her gold stretchers. She walked around the kitchen swaying her hips like a little minx. She folded her collar lead over her arm as though she was a model on a catwalk.
She looked divine and sexy.
My Partner called her back. She took a notch in here, and clipped a chain another hole tighter there. The girl was squeezed and pinched more. The problem being that she liked pain!
Parlour Girl was instructed to collect all the necessary piercing equipment from the Parlour on the Mall. It was suggested that Titian and TF take her. They jumped at the opportunity.
We dressed Titian in the original semi transparent shift dress that my Partner had modified so that her nipples would poke through. We eased her wonderful puffy nipple, and teat bindings through the material, stretching it slightly.
They popped through sticking straight out from the cones of her tiny breasts, with the transparent dress showing the curves of her body. She wore nothing else.
We knew she looked divine. TF was sporting a raging erection! It was obvious that he agreed.
He thought that he should wear the clothes that he had arrived in the night before. He would have looked much like a Roman Senator had we placed a garland around his head.
He walked out with two beautiful partially, or totally nude creatures on his arms. We all clapped. He held Parlour Girl's chain to her collar at all times. He loved every moment.
Parlour Girl continued to wriggle her hips, with the stretchers swaying back, and forth seductively, erotically, between her legs.
With the young ones gone we began to prepare for a piercing session in the workshop.
It appeared that Titian's Mother was determined to have her clit pierced to take the beautiful gold mounted blue topaz ring that she had shown us. (See in: Piercing for National Nude Day – 05)
Ideally this should be done on a gynaecological bench, complete with stirrups. There was one at the Parlour, but we were not expecting the young to bring it back strapped to the luggage carrier mounted on the back of the TF MG.
It was agreed that Lawyer and I should hold her legs up in the correct position. We looked forward to that, both musing that human stirrups would be much more sensual, and interesting than some metallic device.
In any case all the girls said that they hated having their legs held high in the real thing. They thought that it would be far sexier for Titian's Mother to be held aloft by us.
They also thought that it would be wonderful for us men. We would have a grandstand view of the proceedings.
It was then agreed that we should pierce Parlour Girls Labia Minora. We explained, to Lawyer and his wife, that she asked her mistress if she might have the wings of the spreader, which fanned out just below her clit, made wider.
She had explained all this as we returned, in the limousine, from the Friday evening meal. She described then, in detail, how delicious it felt to have her cunt and anal jewellery in place.
She had asked if she might have her labia lips pierced, with jewels through both to hold them as wide open, and inviting, as possible on each face of the spreader. (See in: Piercing for National Nude Day – 03)
The thought of holding another divine, naked creature up on our human stirrups had Lawyer and my penis up!
We all realised that she might have to have more than one piercing per side, and that she would want her outer lips stretched with weights.
My glorious Partner became very excited at the jewellery possibilities of all this decoration around the cunt and clit of her adorable slave.
Finally it was agreed that both Lawyer wife, and Titian's Mother would like to have their nipples pierced. The decision had an extraordinary affect on Lawyer Wife. Her nipples grew longer and harder as we watched, and her hand went to her cunt lips!
The young ones arrived carrying what looked like a very smart black leather Pilot Bag. It turned out to be a proper medical bag, with a fold down front. This laid flat to expose a set of half, and full width drawers containing all that would be required to undertake the morning's tasks.
Lifting the lid exposed a shallow, stainless steel, lift out tray in which all the larger instruments were laid out. All were in sterile sealed bags.
The tray was lifted out to show that a "sharps box" had been positioned behind some of the upper draws. This was to take each used needle, immediately after it had been used.
The vast majority of items needed, all except the modified Spencer Wells clips, were single use, in medical plastics, or were needles of various gauges, everything was in it's own sterile pack.
One large draw contained a full range of surgical gloves, another contained aftercare instructions.
It was all very impressive.
My Partner, and I, explained to everybody, including those who knew already, that she had researched all piercing places before realising that "Ours" was very special.
Parlour girl was to give a virtuoso performance piercing Titian's Mother's clit, and she was to pierce all the nipples. My Partner would watch with particular care as the clit was pierced. Then she would pierce the labia folds on her slave.
It was emphasised that piercing is not to be taken lightly, and self piercing should never be attempted. Parlour Girl was fully trained.
Titian's Mother was wonderfully wet, and excited. She climbed onto the table. It was covered with a thin mattress, and a large fluffy, soft towel.
The table was adjusted so that it appeared to be folded at about a quarter of the way down. Her head was above her thighs, resting on a pillow, and her bum cheeks were slightly raised on the last quarter.
She looked very comfortable.
She lifted her legs, and spread them wide, holding them up with her hands just behind her knees.
The smell of her sexual excitement was all over the room.
Lawyer, and I went to the main workbench. We selected a stool each. If we were to participate we would have grandstand seats!
We adjusted their heights, rested our nude bums, one on each, with our shoulders at the same height. We took hold of her naked, bare legs.
I was on the right facing her totally exposed, and spread cunt; my colleague and fellow voyeur was on the left. I had her leg over my left shoulder; Lawyer had her right leg over his right shoulder.
She looked very sexy, very open, and very comfortable.
We had a wonderful grandstand view! Our cocks showed their appreciation of the scene.
My Partner wheeled over the jeweller's workbench over which she had bent Parlour Girl on Saturday morning. She placed the leather medical case on it. The front was lowered and all the necessary instruments were laid out ready for use. She was very methodical, just as she was when making jewellery.
Parlour Girl nodded her approval.
My Partner went forwards, to start gently sucking her sex. A long tongue parted her lips. She sucked her clitoris fully into her mouth, and chewed it gently. She was becoming engorged.
Titian's Mother wriggled with desire, only to be told that she would be strapped down if she could not behave.
She wriggled even more when Lawyer wife, and her daughter, Titian, bent forwards to take a nipple each. They began to suckle at her breasts.
Lawyer wife then did something extraordinary. Her fingers went to her cunt; she scooped juices from her body, and massaged the cream into the teat that she had been sucking. She replaced her fingers with her mouth; she cleaned the nipple and breast all over, then repeated her sensual action again, scooping mire cum from her fanny.
It was almost too unfair on Titian's Mother. She was warned again. She would be strapped down if she could not behave. The poor girl was closing to ecstasy just as she was to be pierced.
Parlour Girl selected various things from her kit spread in front of her. She looked at the wonderful engorged head. She sprayed an antiseptic, cooling, nay freezing, spray onto the surface. This was particularly necessary after the sucking and licking that had gone on.
The girl worked very quickly, taking the cleaned, and anaesthetised, teat end in her gloved hand. She pulled it out, and pressing the needle through the tender flesh.
Titian's Mother did not flinch.
Moments later Parlour Girl had threaded the already sterile gold ring back through the hole; she pressed the ring closed with her first finger and thumb. The ends snapped together behind the topaz.
She was done. A beautiful clit was adorned, close to the tip, with a gorgeous sparkling blue jewel.
She dropped all the used items into the sharps bin in the top of the kit.
We did not really realise how beautiful the jewel was until Titian's Mother was released and stood up. Her sex lips closed. They were pressed together, but the jewel remained on the surface, above her still engorged crack.
It was a wonderful sight.
Parlour Girl added a touch of antiseptic cream, that also helped to anaesthetise, but Titian's Mother was not uncomfortable. She wanted to continue to have her nipples pierced.
Stretched labia lips would be pierced next.
All Parlour Girl's lower jewellery had to be removed. Her clit pin was removed, and her clit was drawn from the thimble, her swinging outer clamps were removed. There was no ceremony.
She stifled a gasp as blood flowed back into her stretched lips. They were now some two inches, or so long, fleshy, and remarkably thick.
She was instructed to turn around, and to bend over. Her butt plug was eased from her arse. Then she was told to take it to the bidet, in the master bathroom. She was to wash both the complete jewel, and herself in an antiseptic wash.
Chestnut, in that matter of fact way, invited Lawyer wife, to make coffee for us all. They left for the kitchen, just as Parlour Girl returned.
She smelt beautiful, like a fresh, clean hospital should smell!
She looked small, and vulnerable.
My Partner asked her if she wanted her labia pierced. She nodded her ascent, and climbed onto the table.
Then they had a discussion about what Parlour Girl actually wanted. It appeared that these two had been hatching a plot. They wished to see if they could pierce each wing, with a large hole. This was the sort of hole that a paper punch might make. They would leave the holes to heal.
Then they both felt that they might be able to put a permanent gold eyelet hole into each, and rivet them home. This would allow the sexy young girl, with her Mistress' permission, to hang anything she wanted from the gold holes.
It would allow her mistress to lace her up, and allow her to slowly stretch each wing away, with the skin of her labia lips stretched over the gold. That might be stunningly erotic, and it could be combined with changes to her weights, and refashioning the butt, cunt, and clit jewel.
The other girls were squirming as these ideas unfolded. Lawyer Wife continued to finger herself, in an almost absent minded trance.
It was obvious that Parlour Girl had a very high pain threshold, and that she wanted to experiment.
It was agreed that a single twelve gauge gold ring would be fitted close to the top of each lip, nearer to the stretched outer edge than the root. A second, and even a third twelve gauge ring might be fitted if Parlour girl was happy.
Lawyer Wife asked about the meaning of the word "gauge".
My Partner, the jeweller, and Goldsmith, explained that this is a standard wire gauge, based on the diameter of the hole through which a wire can be drawn.
Twelve gauge is approximates to one eighth of an inch (3.2mm), and Sixteen gauge to half that. She explained that normal bar bells, and rings, are sixteen gauge, about 1.6mm in diameter, or even Eighteen gauge.
Then she showed us the special rings that she had been making. These had the most exquisite completely concealed hinges, and lock over clips. They would look as though they were permanently fitted.
She had made sixteen, and twelve gauge, rings of different overall diameters.
They would obviously be very popular in the new shop attached to the Aphrodite Parlour, that is if Lawyer could register all the names on Monday!
We adjusted the table for the smaller Parlour Girl, and then she held both legs high. Lawyer and I adjusted the height of the two stools, so that our shoulders were the same height.
As before I was on the right facing her totally exposed, and spread cunt; my colleague, my lawyer, and fellow voyeur was on the left. We had a grandstand view of her whole sex, including her enlarged and double pierced clit.
She looked ravishing and ready. Her small, rounded, double pierced tits, still encased in their cages of cold, and still with her nipples stretched, were slowly rising and falling.
She began to prepare by deep breathing, much as she might have to do at the birth of our child.
I forgot to say that Titian's Mother had gone through her piercing with a continuing deep breathing exercise. Parlour Girl had just begun her's when she announced that she did not want any anaesthetic.
She continued her deep breathing with her eyes tight shut.
My Partner donned her surgical gloves. She took the bottle of spray antiseptic, and completely doused all faces of both lips. The cleansing agent was volatile. It dried off very quickly. It would have a slight cooling, numbing affect, but it contained no anaesthetic agents at all.
The largest open faced Spencer clamp was selected, and closed to the second click on her beautiful right lip. Now that is tight, but it was what Parlour Girl requested.
My Partner made sure that her skin was pulled taut, so that the outer edge, of her stretched lip was smooth.
Wonderful Chestnut slid under the end of the table. She became the "holder of the clamp", lightly keeping the same position as other things were prepared.
She selected a fairly long Fourteen gauge needle, the sort that might be used to start keyhole surgery, then plunged it through the labia.
We all winced, but the glorious slave did not blink.
These needles have a sharpened cutting edge at a steep angle on their end. They are so finely sharp that a pinprick on a finger will draw blood.
The sharp sloping needle was quickly fitted with the smallest end of an open Twelve gauge, therefore larger, gold ring. It was pushed, and pulled back through her tender skin. It was left open, until the clamp was removed.
Parlour Girl smiled, and said that she was ready for both the second, and third piercing on the same lip.
The used needle was dropped into the receptacle, and another sterile wrapped needle was selected.
This was done each time, but both new piercings took hardly longer than it takes to read this description, and she had three beautiful rings through her already stretched labia.
Chestnut's job was done as the Spencer was removed, and all three rings were clipped shut.
We were amazed that she hardly bled at all, and even more amazed when a mirror was held up for her to see.
She wept at the beauty of what had been done.
The three heavy gold rings were each about three quarters of an inch in external diameter. They looked wonderful as they gently pulled her lip down towards her cunt hole.
She would be sore for a while, but she immediately wanted the other lip pierced with three rings.
Now the problem was to place then in exactly the same position in the un-pierced skin. Chestnut crawled out from beneath the table.
She donned new sterile gloves, then gently held the pierced lip up with the other alongside. Chestnut used a marker pen marked the three points. These pens are normally used to indicate the position either side of a nipple, prior to piercing.
The Spencer was clipped tight onto the taut skin. Chestnut crawled back beneath her arse to support the end of the clamp, and three more gold rings were fitted incredibly quickly.
Parlour Girl had hardly begun to concentrate on her breathing exercises when the piercing was completed.
All soiled needles were dropped into the sharps bin in the medical case.
A light antiseptic spray was used on all the new workings.
It was even more erotic when the sudden change in temperature appeared to have triggered the glorious girl to let loose with a golden shower of pee.
It arched up towards my Partner, splashing on her stomach, before wetting Chestnut, who was still kneeling on the floor.
Everybody started to laugh.
Poor, embarrassed, Parlour Girl apologised. She turned bright red, as she was forgiven.
Chestnut, and my Partner, vanished for a quick shower whilst we released Parlour Girl.
She stepped gingerly to the ground; all six rings were clearly visible outside the open crack beneath her prominent clit.
Lawyer, and I, held either arm as she took several small steps.
She seemed OK, so we released her, and she returned to sit on one of the stools where our bums had been.
She said, "I think that is enough, may be we should do the nipple piercing at the Parlour on Tuesday."
We all agreed, as did Chestnut, and her Mistress, when they returned from their shower.
Titian's Mother was particularly sad. She wanted to see her nipples pierced as soon as possible. Her compensation was to press the diamonds back into her teat ends. She could have them until Tuesday.
Adonis thought that this was a wonderful alternative. He stood behind her idly playing with her diamond tipped nipples.
Chestnut, Lawyer and I had much to do; we could use the afternoon in my study to save time on Monday. We retired to work.
The girls, Parlour Girl like a queen, my Partner, Lawyer Wife, and the Newly pierced Titian's Mother entertained themselves while Adonis and TF rustled up a late lunch.
This was eaten at about four o'clock.
All agreed that, whatever else happened. We would take over much of the Restaurant on the following Friday evening. There was much to do before then...
To be continued...
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(c) Copyright Gussie – September 2003
Dear readers: You may be totally confused by this story. If you are please read the sequences leading up to Saturday Evening – The party turns into an orgy. It could help you follow what may happen here.
SLEEP COMES TO ALL BUT CHESTNUT
I was not surprised that we all slept. Great sex makes you tired. We had made wonderful sex.
Silence descended over the yard. The whole area under the Pergola was still, except for the odd snoring sounds coming from all over.
There were deep rumbles from the men, with lighter yelps, and purrs, from the girls.
My partner, Chestnut, and I were together on one part of the huge air mattresses. Adonis, and Titian's Mother appeared to gravitate towards Lawyer, and his surprising wife; and it appeared logical for Parlour Girl to pair off with TF, and Titian.
By "going together" I mean that we formed sleeping groups.
Chestnut had not tried to sleep long before she began to move. The huge dildo deep in her arse was becoming too much for her body. She was not in pain. She loved it, but it was stopping her from bending, or lying comfortably spooned to us.
She woke me very gently to explain, and ask if I could help her remove it. I whispered to my Partner that I was going to help her. She nodded, half asleep, then returned to her slumbers.
Chestnut slowly eased herself upright, then she waddled through the house in front of me.
She went straight to the Master Bedroom.
She had to waddle; she needed to rotate her hips around the whole object pushing up through her pelvic opening, deep into her body.
She must have been completely full. She might have been uncomfortable as she walked, but she did not appear to be, and she did not complain. Her rolling gait was very erotic. Her arse may have stuck out slightly more. It was impossible to tell in the dim light of the warm night.
She was a wonderful sight, the globes of her bum were slightly larger, more rounded, fuller, but the reason was virtually invisible. I could detect the flat end of the dildo, that was all.
We knew that she was used to wearing butt plugs for a long time. She had admitted that she often wore one all day at work. She had described how she would push her favourite plug into place after her morning bath. She would work all day with it deep in her arse, slowly becoming more, and more, aroused. She learnt to press it into her arse. She learnt to manipulate her anal muscles to stimulate herself.
She had to rush home, at the end of the day, to pleasure herself.
After she described this I began to have pictures in my mind of her sitting through interminable boring meeting. She told me that these went with her high powered job.
I saw her surrounded by leering, smart suited, male executives, trying to catch a sight of her gorgeous breasts down her cleavage.
They would be completely unaware of her pierced nipples, and of how she would press down into her chair to give herself pleasure.
I pulled myself together, and had to stop daydreaming. I suggested that we showered, or better, that we bathed. I explained that I thought it better, and that I would slowly removed the dildo for her, while she relaxed in warm water.
Titian's Mother had thrust it far, actually totally, into her rectum during their last frenzied climax of the night.
Chestnut agreed that I should bathe her, for the second time in the day. We both agreed that this was more sensible than take a shower. We also knew it would be more intimate, more sensual, more fun.
We were standing together watching a torrent of water fill the tub, when she began to laugh.
She had turned to face me. She saw that I was still pinned to my apron. I had been sleeping in it, as virtually all our friends, and guests, were in their jewellery.
She began to undress me with infinite care, unclipping the two safety pins from my nipples. She kissed, and sucked on each of my teats. Then reached behind me to unclasp the suspender tie around my waist. Suddenly all that held the apron was my rising penis poking through its hole.
It was not surprising that the gorgeous woman had this affect on me. When she reached behind her tits were still encased in their jewellery. They bounced, and swayed, against my abdomen. All the time I was trying to consider the problems of drawing the object from her arse, and trying to suppress my erection.
She thought the latter funny. Always the practical girl, she spat into her hands, and lathered my cock ring with spit. Slowly, the girl who had pushed it high onto my penis many hours before, began to move it down my now totally engorged member. Finally it slipped past the head, and off into her hands.
I was naked, except for my inner bars, and Celtic like, gold shields. Replacing the outer pins could wait until morning.
She asked me to remove all her jewellery, aware that this would set my penis going again.
I stood in front of this gorgeous brown, bronzed woman, and began to undress her.
I unhooked the three chains from her right breast, and passed them over her shoulder. I unhooked these three from the strap that went around her to her back. I unhooked the same chains from her left breast, but left the strap in place.
I unhooked the chains from below her half breast cage, and the one around her waist. I was very gentle, as I removed all these chains from her forest, and from close to her dildo.
I began to see why this was like clothing. Had Chestnut been completely shaven, with no pubic hair, instead of her luxuriant, curly, dark bush, then it would have appeared like clothing.
People saw the outside, they looked at the perimeter, and not inside the whole, so it was going to be possible to wear only jewellery in public.
I had flashbacks to why we went out, dressed as we were, for our first two meals.
The first time our Restaurateur almost had a heart attack. He lent forward to kiss my Partner's hand. She was wearing a thin, transparent dress, with holes for her teats. His mouth was inches from a very erect naked nipple pushed far through her Starburst jewel.
I undid the strap around Chestnut, the one that held the cages beneath her wonderfully enhanced, rounded breasts. It was like undoing a bra. She pressed against me as I brought my hands to her front.
She moved away, the cups fell into my hands, and she was naked, except for her teat bars, and the gold shields on each nipple. These were similar to mine, and she still had the huge object in her arse.
She turned her back to me, and presented the next problem. Her gorgeous round bum faced me; I could see the base of the huge fake cock buried deep inside her. Her skin stopped, and the dildo started, filling the space where her little anal hole had once been.
There were two hooks moulded into the flat of the visible surface. They did not protrude. They appeared able to take the harness that Titian's Mother had worn so beautifully, but there was little else to hold.
She stepped into the foam of the bath, and sank gently. She was very straight because of the dildo, and moved tentatively, slowly. She went down onto her knees. Then, completely straight backed; she bent forwards to lie full out on her stomach, holding her head above the foam with both arms.
All her movements were enormously slow and sexy.
She turned, smiling, to say that it was an extraordinary, warm, intimate, full, feeling high up inside her body, above her abdomen.
I knelt beside the bath, much as I had done on Saturday afternoon, and began to lather her arse.
It was very erotic. My penis had been steel hard as I undressed her. It became harder, even without the help of the cock ring.
Suddenly, the ever practical one turned again. She said that she would kneel, doggy style in the water, and I should climb in behind her. She moved very slowly again, until her back was out of the foam, parallel with the floor.
I sat down in the huge bath, my legs between her knees, and my solid erection very visible above the foam.
Gingerly, with great care, I hooked a little finger into each of the two mouldings in the base. I told her to push, and something that we thought would take time, simply happened.
The huge monster oozed slowly from her arse. It was a slightly knobbly, ramrod straight, almost round, thick pole. It was immense.
It went on, and on, sliding from her body.
It was a very erotic sight.
Inch by inch it slowly appeared. It stopped when she stopped pushing. It started to move again as she flexed her anal muscles. She was doing most of the work.
Amazingly she did not appear to be in any discomfort, and it was also completely clean. It was still slightly greased with the lubricant. But, after all, I thought, she had already been prepared for the onslaught by the ten inch dildo, and by my original bathing, after the first anal fuck.
I took it in both hands, my right fingers just brushing her distended arsehole. She murmured in pleasure.
I held the weight of the object Otherwise it might have pressed hard upwards away from her womb, towards her backbone, and caused discomfort.
My left hand held the outer end very lightly.
Suddenly it was freed from her hole. I pushed myself further, and further back against the end wall of the enormous bath, so that I took the whole length without causing her discomfort.
I dropped the dildo into the foam; it disappeared, then it began to float.
Chestnut presented me with an enormous, slightly triangular hole, where her little rosebud had been, from where the monster had just emerged. It looked absolutely divine.
It was very wide at the base, forming an arrow like hole, pointing towards her head. It would have been an equilateral triangle had the top not been cut off to form a quadrangle, with three equal sides. It was huge.
It looked only slightly reddened at the outer edges, turning deep purple as I gazed deep into her arse. I felt I could see for miles.
She was not shrinking fast. It was a window into her body.
She turned and said, "That was incredible. Thank you. It was almost better than when Titian's Mother pushed into me, and when she fucked me so hard".
I was puzzled, and asked a foolish question, "Darling Chestnut, the hole is so big that I could put my hand inside you. Please may I."
She simply said, "I was hoping you might ask!"
I lubricated my right hand with body gel, knowing that we would have to use a soothing antiseptic later.
This was entirely new territory for me, and I was sure that it was for Chestnut.
I formed my four fingers into a small point, and tucked my thumb tight into the palm of my hand. I went in as far as the widest point of my compressed hand, and I had not yet touched her skin.
She was stretched that far!
I rotated my hand slowly. I began to touch the skin inside her anus, and to stretch her hole. My hand slowly vanished further into her arse. I was in her anal passage as far as my wrist. I continued to rotate my whole hand very slowly.
Her hole shrunk slightly around my wrist.
She looked around again, with a huge grin on her face. She said that she loved the feeling, especially as I rotated my hand inside her arse.
I told her that I would kneel directly behind her. I moved very gently, with my hand still buried.
Once in kneeling position I bent forward, and pushed, past the narrowing of my wrist, until slightly more than half my forearm was deep inside her.
At this point I may have been bigger than the dildo, so I stopped, and asked if she would like me to push deeper.
The smooth brown skin of her bum stretched erotically, totally unblemished, away from the middle of my arm. She was becoming tight on my forearm.
She turned and grinned, so I pushed deeper still until I could go no further, unless my arm was straight. That was a physical impossibility in the space that we had.
Her anal passage griped my arm in a long warm glove of sensuality.
Her gorgeous skin was slightly darker than mine. Her cheeks looked amazingly sexy, moulding away to her hips and up on to her back.
Could I ever be more intimate with a girl?
I had knelt, as I did not want to tempt myself if she sat back, and my penis went into her cunt; neither did I want to tempt her.
I lent forward, and passed my free hand around her hips. I turned my hand so that my palm was flat on her beautiful belly just above her pubic bone. I pressed inwards, while slowly turning the arm in her arse. The palms of my hands were facing each other.
I pushed my right hand, the one buried deep in her arse, outwards towards my left hand, which was flat on her belly with my fingers spread wide. I began to move my free hand gently up, and down, her wonderful firm stomach. I massaged as far as her rib cage, then slowly back, keeping a slight pressure, using the foamed water as lubricant.
Both her hands flew to the one I had placed on her stomach. She reared upwards, virtually upright, and cried out with pleasure.
She pressed hard on my left hand, pushing my outstretched fingers into her firm body.
Her hand moved mine up and down.
I lifted my hand, and whispered for her to place her hand under mine. We moved together with her hand, pressed down by mine.
I could feel her moving over the hand far up inside her. She was tracing the movements of my hand as it gently massaging her belly from inside.
I had the arm in her arse completely relaxed, except that I had opened out my right hand. It was flat, and my fingers were spread as wide as they would go. My elbow, and shoulder, had followed the wild movements of her body upwards.
Her right hand went down to her clit, and she mauled it in a frenzy. The other hurtled round her body to her hole, her anus.
She went to where my arm was buried in her arse. She felt around my forearm, gently stroking my skin as if to check it was reality. I found the feeling of light fingers touching my buried arm especially sensual.
She forced her exploring fingers between my upper and lower arm, where it bent to vanish into her body.
I kept the gentle massaging of her stomach, both inside and out.
She moved her right hand further round to ram two fingers into her cunt.
She was in an erotic trance.
I felt that she might begin to fist herself in her cunt, but luckily she started to cum at a spectacular speed. It was her third huge orgasm in a few hours.
She was almost completely silent.
One who sang her orgasm was quiet. She was a beautiful mute swan at a time when she should have ranged her glory. Slowly, very slowly, she came down from her orgasm.
She was thinking of the others.
She grasped the head of the bath, and said, very quietly, very sexily, "Pull out slowly, that was amazing."
"Your hands together, one in me, one outside me, are an astonishing feeling."
"They have touched something very special. Please can we do it again sometime."
I reformed my hand into a small bunch of fingers, tucked the thumb in, and said "goodbye" to her anal passage. I pulled right out with great care, with total tenderness. When I was fully clear I leant forwards to kiss her hole.
She was still enormous, and gaping. It was a slightly more rounded, and even larger, deeper, shape than before.
We sank back into the warm soapy bath. She lay on me, and her arse began to fill with soothing, warm, foamed water. That amused her. It was her open hole enema.
She raised her hips, and a stream of bubbles appeared as water replaced air in her arse.
My arms went around under her breasts, and she hugged them to her. She locked us together with her arms on mine, gently pushing her breasts up and out.
They looked wonderful.
We lay a long while, while she healed. It was almost as though she was asleep, but I could feel that she was working her anal muscles with consummate skill. She was willing her anus to close.
Bubbles continued to appear on the surface of the water, where she had melted the foam away.
My penis began to shrink, nuzzling into the small of her back. I buried my face in her hair.
We moved as the water began to cool. I slipped out of the bath, gathered two enormous white towels, and placed one on the floor. She stood in the water as her open enema cascaded out of her arse, and into the remains of the foam.
She stepped out, and I wrapped her in the other. I dabbed her dry.
I bent to kiss each nipple as was becoming the custom of the house when drying somebody.
I padded her cunt, and her still open arsehole with the soft towel. Then I asked her to hold onto the side of the bath with her back to me, and to bend slightly.
Her gorgeous open hole was presented to me. She placed the flat of both hands either side of her gaping hole. She pulled it ever so slightly bigger.
I took a pot of soothing, mildly antiseptic cream, and gently massaged it into the rim of her hole.
She wriggled, and murmured, saying that it was cold. I could have gone full in again, but stopped with only two long fingers dipping completely into her body.
I massaged her for many minutes, in gentle intimate love.
She was a beautiful sight, leaning forwards, almost as she had been against my desk after we had finished the Business Plan. Then I had fucked her hard with her strap on, as my penis slid backwards, and forwards, under her sopping wet open cunt.
I knew I wanted more of the same, and my cock was telling me so. I forced the evil thoughts from my mind.
I patted her bum when I was done; she turned to give me an enormous hug.
I still could not believe that this was the despondent girl, who had arrived at our table only last Monday. We were eating dinner on National Nude Day.
She was in despair, because her breast enhancement had made her nipples appear smaller. She sat with us. Silently she had unbuttoned her blouse, and placed her beautiful brown orbs on the table in front of us. My Partner had kissed her.
She had come to my Partner, her nipples had been stretched slightly, and later Parlour Girl had pierced her teats.
Now her perfect globes were crowned by longer nipples that had horizontal gold bars through them. And she was hugging me, stark naked, in the middle of the night.
We walked hand in hand back to bed. Chestnut snuggled up to spoon my Partner. I pulled that covers over us, and lay on the other side, my wonderful Soul Mate spooning me. We formed a sandwich of love.
My Partner whispered, "You have been a long time!" I replied, very quietly, that the dildo had slipped out with ease, but that she had asked me to fist her in the arse.
Her hands went around my front. She tweaked my cock, and whispered, "Naughty boy!"
That was all.
We slept.
THE REST OF THE NIGHT
Well we did for a little while. Sometime later I stirred, half way between asleep, and awake. I felt my penis being lifted, somebody was moving about under the covers. I felt behind me, I did not feel like my partner, and whoever was there was sleeping on their back.
I groped upwards; they were Chestnut's tits. She was sound asleep.
Somehow my Partner had wriggled from between us. She had slowly moved around to my front, and was sucking me off.
I ran my hands through her tousled hair, and held her face. She was beginning to take me deep into her mouth, but I wanted to fuck.
I needed an ordinary reassuring fuck, Partner with Partner.
She sensed my need. She had the same desires. She crept slowly up my body, kissing my nipples, nuzzling my bars, as she passed. Our mouth's met; we kissed long, hard, and very quietly began to make love.
We were like two students in a dorm, like teenage lovers in the bedroom next door to her parents' room.
Nobody else should hear us! This was our secret, furtive love! It made our coupling more erotic, more fun.
She knelt above my cock, I felt her hand on my penis, she pretended hardly to know what to do next. She her hand held the tip; she ran it up, and down. She pushed it into her wet slit, and round to just touch her anus. She fumbled, and messed around.
I was steel hard as she pressed me to her clit, then pulled back to her cunt hole. I pressed in, and out. I pushed hard as if I was frustrated. I was as an immature trying to find the right place, or a puppy dog searching for its mother's nipple.
She sat back very slowly. I sank into the depths of her body.
She whispered to my ear, so quietly that I strained to hear, "I need you."
She was in control, rocking back and forwards, lifting her breasts from my body so that I could play with her nipples, and finally suck her teats deep into my mouth. I stretched them through the starbursts jewels that had almost become a permanent feature of her body.
I pulled hard on her left tit, knowing that she loved it, and that I would pull her inner vertical retaining bar far away from the gold coned hole of the jewel. I slipped my teeth behind the bar.
She stretched more. I sucked harder. Silently she murmured her appreciation.
I bent my knees up behind her to ensure maximum contact, and depth, as she stretched for me to pull on her nipples.
I released my tooth lock on her vertical bar. I had pulled her teat far enough; the end was forming a small hard head. I nibbled her horizontal bar. I ran my tongue to the start of her looped chains, then to the other breast.
It was sucked and nibbled. I paid particular attention to the tip, flicking, and rolling it with my tongue.
I released it, and she held a breast for me to suckle.
She whispered, "We must not wake Chestnut, or anybody else!"
It was strange, the gorgeous girl stirred as she said this. We lay stock still, except that the muscles of her cunt continued to work their magic, keeping me erect, and deep within her.
Chestnut slept on, we listened to her regular soft breathing.
I whispered, even more quietly, "Lift up, my love, so I can reach you clit, and continue to play with your breasts, while you milk my penis. We will cum together."
She nodded, and lifted away from my face, driving me deeper into herself. She ground her bone against mine. Her bare, naked flesh was hard on my mine. I used my legs to ensure that my hairless balls were against her wetness. She wriggle, and squirmed holding them tight in her folds of wonder.
My right hand went to her clit. It was still holding her wonderful starburst jewel to her bare body. My right hand slipped behind the jewel on her left breast.
Both hands began to stretch her. In this way we were no virgin lovers silently trying not to wake others, or our parents.
We knew each other's "hot buttons" intimately.
I used the jewel to pull her clit hard. Then I began to stoke the tip with my thumb. I did the same to her left teat.
I elongated her with my fingers two split either side of her nipple, while pressing my thumb, rhythmically, and hard into the tip.
She arched forward to nibble my left tit.
We were cumming.
Totally silently we crept together to a wonderful furtive climax. I could not remember when we last failed to cum together. It had become part of the joy of love.
I began to pulse, and shoot, my seed deep into her body. We stopped all our pulling and pressing, and squashed our bodies together.
We touched from our exploring mouths to the tips of her toes.
I felt her uncontrolled waves, the flutters, and movements that I knew so well. She climaxed.
We had not had simple plain sex together since I began to fuck her slave, her Parlour Girl, in our attempt to make her pregnant, and to give us our first child.
This was very special.
She lay still on top of me, my penis limp, but still at her wet, sperm filled entrance. We talked again in silent whispers.
Tomorrow would be Monday; we might be able to tell if the Girl was pregnant.
We were both very excited. We lay for a long time in silent intimacy.
She rolled to my outside, and rolled over. I had become the filling in the sandwich. Chestnut was warm toast on one side, my Beloved on the other.
I held her in the closeness of my body; she pressed her arse against my flaccid damp penis.
Slowly we slept.
BREAKFAST
It was light when we both awoke. Chestnut had gone from our area of the Pergola. I stirred, and looked around me. We had been left alone to sleep, and we were the hosts.
We were up very quickly. My Partner was still in all her jewellery, including the three looped chains. She was still full of our juices from our furtive night assignation. Both her nipples and clit remained aroused, still engorged, swollen and red.
She looked and smelt very sexy. We felt were sure that the others would also. Everybody had gone to bed almost immediately after our last fuck.
I was still wearing my bars, and the nipple guards that Chestnut had left in place earlier in the night.
We wound our way towards the kitchen, hand in hand, like two new lovers.
My Partner looked stunning. She wore that warm glow of contentment, which comes after good sex, and a good night's sleep.
There was a great deal of noise, and laughter washing through the open door to surround us with pleasure.
A stark naked Lawyer Wife was cooking with Chestnut, who was "dressed" as I had left her earlier in the night. Both girls looked radiant.
It was hard to believe that Lawyer wife had arrived the night before dressed in a very conservative manner.
It was almost impossible to imagine that this same beauty had performed a sensuous feeding ballet, while bent over backwards in the crab position, walking with both her hands and feet on the ground.
All Chestnut wore were her gold nipple bars. She looked radiant, and rushed to kiss us both "Good Morning".
She gave me a huge hug that allowed me to place both hands on her glorious bum. My first fingers went to her arsehole. It had closed; it had returned to its original rosebud size.
She pulled slightly away to feel my arm, forming the first finger and thumb of both of both hands into a circle on my forearm just below my elbow.
She turned to my Partner and said, "He was in to there, I took all that. It was wonderful, can we do it again!"
Everybody went silent as Chestnut explained that I had removed the huge weapon from her arse, then, at her request, I had fist fucked her.
There were gasps as she held my arm aloft to show how much had been inside her.
Then she explained, in great detail, holding my right arm against her body, and the other to her bare stomach, how my hands pressing together. She described how one hand was far up her arse, and one was on her stomach. Both massaged her, one inside her, and one outside. She admitted that it had given her the most incredible orgasm of her life.
Everybody was in awe.
Lawyer wife walked to her to press on her naked stomach.
All the others were dressed, undressed, as they had been when we settled down the night before.
Except that two were missing.
It appeared that National Nude Day was still having an interesting effect on everybody.
They all woke up almost together, saw that we were fast asleep, and left us.
Chestnut was the first to stir; she slipped sideways from our space, and began to clear up. She emptied, and refilled the dishwasher, and did the household chores. Lawyer Wife woke Lawyer, and the clearing up game snowballed.
Suddenly Lawyer had proposed that everybody paired off with another. In his lawyer fashion he began to set rules. A pair should not be a partner. Each pair was to go, one at a time, to wash, bath, and shower.
It must have been a little like throwing car keys in, then the woman fishing one set out, and pairing off.
All the girls' names were written on a piece of paper. They were placed in an opaque vase, and the men fished out a name.
Lawyer had drawn Titian's Mother, and they had gone off hand in hand to wash.
I remembered that he had been sitting diagonally opposite her all through the buffet. It appeared, from all small talk, that they had been gone a long while.
They walked back into the kitchen laughing and giggling like two teenagers. Titian's Mother was again totally nude. She looked very sexy, and asked if she could be pierced as soon as possible.
Lawyer was still not sure about piercing, but he told the story of their shower.
It appeared that sleep had distorted the wrapped gold wires around her breasts. She had slept on face down, so the soft rings of wire had flattened with her breasts. Lawyer had soaped her all over then gently prised the windings from her breasts, and from the tight circles extending her nipples.
He had pressed the ends of her teats as he did this, so pushing the two diamonds further into the middle of her nipples. She loved the feeling of the thin spikes moving within her soft tissue, and almost had an orgasm on the spot.
Once the gold breast wrappings had been removed Lawyer drew each diamond from her nipples. He took them, one at a time, fully into his mouth, sucking, and chewing down the whole length of each until he caught the petals that surrounded the diamond ends.
He drew each spike slowly from her nipples as she wriggled and squirmed to an orgasm.
Both were amazed that there was no blood, and no soreness, but the pins were exceptionally fine.
Typically Lawyer had become completely erect during this, so Titian's Mother gave him a perfect deep throat blowjob as a "thank you".
I watched Lawyer Wife during this tale. Her husband's descriptions made her very aroused. Her nipples stood proud, growing with the tale, and she began to finger herself.
Quietly she asked if she might also be pierced.
More bathing, and showering went on while we were ate breakfast.
Then my Partner instructed her slave, Parlour Girl, to dress in her breast cages, her butt plug, cunt plug, and clit jewellery, plus all the chains, and her collar, with a lead attached.
I have to remind myself about these exquisite pieces of jewellery. Parlour Girl fetched them all. .
Her butt plug was a chicken egg sized, and shaped, gold knob. It was attached to a fine multiple hinged straps, not unlike those used on high class watches. (See in: Piercing for National Nude Day – 02)
The narrow flexible strap stopped after an inch or so to form a large diameter deep tube, facing in the same direction as the egg. The egg went into her arse; the capped tube widened her cunt.
Then the tube flattened out into a widening, curving, roughened gold face, that had been formed a deep "V". Her labia stretchers would fit either side of this.
Her clit was repositioned in the thimble cup, and large garnet end screwed tight. Chains were tightened between her nipple rings and the thimble. These made her walk straight, and upright.
Additional weights were added to her labia stretchers. The taught skin hung below her gold stretchers. She walked around the kitchen swaying her hips like a little minx. She folded her collar lead over her arm as though she was a model on a catwalk.
She looked divine and sexy.
My Partner called her back. She took a notch in here, and clipped a chain another hole tighter there. The girl was squeezed and pinched more. The problem being that she liked pain!
Parlour Girl was instructed to collect all the necessary piercing equipment from the Parlour on the Mall. It was suggested that Titian and TF take her. They jumped at the opportunity.
We dressed Titian in the original semi transparent shift dress that my Partner had modified so that her nipples would poke through. We eased her wonderful puffy nipple, and teat bindings through the material, stretching it slightly.
They popped through sticking straight out from the cones of her tiny breasts, with the transparent dress showing the curves of her body. She wore nothing else.
We knew she looked divine. TF was sporting a raging erection! It was obvious that he agreed.
He thought that he should wear the clothes that he had arrived in the night before. He would have looked much like a Roman Senator had we placed a garland around his head.
He walked out with two beautiful partially, or totally nude creatures on his arms. We all clapped. He held Parlour Girl's chain to her collar at all times. He loved every moment.
Parlour Girl continued to wriggle her hips, with the stretchers swaying back, and forth seductively, erotically, between her legs.
With the young ones gone we began to prepare for a piercing session in the workshop.
It appeared that Titian's Mother was determined to have her clit pierced to take the beautiful gold mounted blue topaz ring that she had shown us. (See in: Piercing for National Nude Day – 05)
Ideally this should be done on a gynaecological bench, complete with stirrups. There was one at the Parlour, but we were not expecting the young to bring it back strapped to the luggage carrier mounted on the back of the TF MG.
It was agreed that Lawyer and I should hold her legs up in the correct position. We looked forward to that, both musing that human stirrups would be much more sensual, and interesting than some metallic device.
In any case all the girls said that they hated having their legs held high in the real thing. They thought that it would be far sexier for Titian's Mother to be held aloft by us.
They also thought that it would be wonderful for us men. We would have a grandstand view of the proceedings.
It was then agreed that we should pierce Parlour Girls Labia Minora. We explained, to Lawyer and his wife, that she asked her mistress if she might have the wings of the spreader, which fanned out just below her clit, made wider.
She had explained all this as we returned, in the limousine, from the Friday evening meal. She described then, in detail, how delicious it felt to have her cunt and anal jewellery in place.
She had asked if she might have her labia lips pierced, with jewels through both to hold them as wide open, and inviting, as possible on each face of the spreader. (See in: Piercing for National Nude Day – 03)
The thought of holding another divine, naked creature up on our human stirrups had Lawyer and my penis up!
We all realised that she might have to have more than one piercing per side, and that she would want her outer lips stretched with weights.
My glorious Partner became very excited at the jewellery possibilities of all this decoration around the cunt and clit of her adorable slave.
Finally it was agreed that both Lawyer wife, and Titian's Mother would like to have their nipples pierced. The decision had an extraordinary affect on Lawyer Wife. Her nipples grew longer and harder as we watched, and her hand went to her cunt lips!
The young ones arrived carrying what looked like a very smart black leather Pilot Bag. It turned out to be a proper medical bag, with a fold down front. This laid flat to expose a set of half, and full width drawers containing all that would be required to undertake the morning's tasks.
Lifting the lid exposed a shallow, stainless steel, lift out tray in which all the larger instruments were laid out. All were in sterile sealed bags.
The tray was lifted out to show that a "sharps box" had been positioned behind some of the upper draws. This was to take each used needle, immediately after it had been used.
The vast majority of items needed, all except the modified Spencer Wells clips, were single use, in medical plastics, or were needles of various gauges, everything was in it's own sterile pack.
One large draw contained a full range of surgical gloves, another contained aftercare instructions.
It was all very impressive.
My Partner, and I, explained to everybody, including those who knew already, that she had researched all piercing places before realising that "Ours" was very special.
Parlour girl was to give a virtuoso performance piercing Titian's Mother's clit, and she was to pierce all the nipples. My Partner would watch with particular care as the clit was pierced. Then she would pierce the labia folds on her slave.
It was emphasised that piercing is not to be taken lightly, and self piercing should never be attempted. Parlour Girl was fully trained.
Titian's Mother was wonderfully wet, and excited. She climbed onto the table. It was covered with a thin mattress, and a large fluffy, soft towel.
The table was adjusted so that it appeared to be folded at about a quarter of the way down. Her head was above her thighs, resting on a pillow, and her bum cheeks were slightly raised on the last quarter.
She looked very comfortable.
She lifted her legs, and spread them wide, holding them up with her hands just behind her knees.
The smell of her sexual excitement was all over the room.
Lawyer, and I went to the main workbench. We selected a stool each. If we were to participate we would have grandstand seats!
We adjusted their heights, rested our nude bums, one on each, with our shoulders at the same height. We took hold of her naked, bare legs.
I was on the right facing her totally exposed, and spread cunt; my colleague and fellow voyeur was on the left. I had her leg over my left shoulder; Lawyer had her right leg over his right shoulder.
She looked very sexy, very open, and very comfortable.
We had a wonderful grandstand view! Our cocks showed their appreciation of the scene.
My Partner wheeled over the jeweller's workbench over which she had bent Parlour Girl on Saturday morning. She placed the leather medical case on it. The front was lowered and all the necessary instruments were laid out ready for use. She was very methodical, just as she was when making jewellery.
Parlour Girl nodded her approval.
My Partner went forwards, to start gently sucking her sex. A long tongue parted her lips. She sucked her clitoris fully into her mouth, and chewed it gently. She was becoming engorged.
Titian's Mother wriggled with desire, only to be told that she would be strapped down if she could not behave.
She wriggled even more when Lawyer wife, and her daughter, Titian, bent forwards to take a nipple each. They began to suckle at her breasts.
Lawyer wife then did something extraordinary. Her fingers went to her cunt; she scooped juices from her body, and massaged the cream into the teat that she had been sucking. She replaced her fingers with her mouth; she cleaned the nipple and breast all over, then repeated her sensual action again, scooping mire cum from her fanny.
It was almost too unfair on Titian's Mother. She was warned again. She would be strapped down if she could not behave. The poor girl was closing to ecstasy just as she was to be pierced.
Parlour Girl selected various things from her kit spread in front of her. She looked at the wonderful engorged head. She sprayed an antiseptic, cooling, nay freezing, spray onto the surface. This was particularly necessary after the sucking and licking that had gone on.
The girl worked very quickly, taking the cleaned, and anaesthetised, teat end in her gloved hand. She pulled it out, and pressing the needle through the tender flesh.
Titian's Mother did not flinch.
Moments later Parlour Girl had threaded the already sterile gold ring back through the hole; she pressed the ring closed with her first finger and thumb. The ends snapped together behind the topaz.
She was done. A beautiful clit was adorned, close to the tip, with a gorgeous sparkling blue jewel.
She dropped all the used items into the sharps bin in the top of the kit.
We did not really realise how beautiful the jewel was until Titian's Mother was released and stood up. Her sex lips closed. They were pressed together, but the jewel remained on the surface, above her still engorged crack.
It was a wonderful sight.
Parlour Girl added a touch of antiseptic cream, that also helped to anaesthetise, but Titian's Mother was not uncomfortable. She wanted to continue to have her nipples pierced.
Stretched labia lips would be pierced next.
All Parlour Girl's lower jewellery had to be removed. Her clit pin was removed, and her clit was drawn from the thimble, her swinging outer clamps were removed. There was no ceremony.
She stifled a gasp as blood flowed back into her stretched lips. They were now some two inches, or so long, fleshy, and remarkably thick.
She was instructed to turn around, and to bend over. Her butt plug was eased from her arse. Then she was told to take it to the bidet, in the master bathroom. She was to wash both the complete jewel, and herself in an antiseptic wash.
Chestnut, in that matter of fact way, invited Lawyer wife, to make coffee for us all. They left for the kitchen, just as Parlour Girl returned.
She smelt beautiful, like a fresh, clean hospital should smell!
She looked small, and vulnerable.
My Partner asked her if she wanted her labia pierced. She nodded her ascent, and climbed onto the table.
Then they had a discussion about what Parlour Girl actually wanted. It appeared that these two had been hatching a plot. They wished to see if they could pierce each wing, with a large hole. This was the sort of hole that a paper punch might make. They would leave the holes to heal.
Then they both felt that they might be able to put a permanent gold eyelet hole into each, and rivet them home. This would allow the sexy young girl, with her Mistress' permission, to hang anything she wanted from the gold holes.
It would allow her mistress to lace her up, and allow her to slowly stretch each wing away, with the skin of her labia lips stretched over the gold. That might be stunningly erotic, and it could be combined with changes to her weights, and refashioning the butt, cunt, and clit jewel.
The other girls were squirming as these ideas unfolded. Lawyer Wife continued to finger herself, in an almost absent minded trance.
It was obvious that Parlour Girl had a very high pain threshold, and that she wanted to experiment.
It was agreed that a single twelve gauge gold ring would be fitted close to the top of each lip, nearer to the stretched outer edge than the root. A second, and even a third twelve gauge ring might be fitted if Parlour girl was happy.
Lawyer Wife asked about the meaning of the word "gauge".
My Partner, the jeweller, and Goldsmith, explained that this is a standard wire gauge, based on the diameter of the hole through which a wire can be drawn.
Twelve gauge is approximates to one eighth of an inch (3.2mm), and Sixteen gauge to half that. She explained that normal bar bells, and rings, are sixteen gauge, about 1.6mm in diameter, or even Eighteen gauge.
Then she showed us the special rings that she had been making. These had the most exquisite completely concealed hinges, and lock over clips. They would look as though they were permanently fitted.
She had made sixteen, and twelve gauge, rings of different overall diameters.
They would obviously be very popular in the new shop attached to the Aphrodite Parlour, that is if Lawyer could register all the names on Monday!
We adjusted the table for the smaller Parlour Girl, and then she held both legs high. Lawyer and I adjusted the height of the two stools, so that our shoulders were the same height.
As before I was on the right facing her totally exposed, and spread cunt; my colleague, my lawyer, and fellow voyeur was on the left. We had a grandstand view of her whole sex, including her enlarged and double pierced clit.
She looked ravishing and ready. Her small, rounded, double pierced tits, still encased in their cages of cold, and still with her nipples stretched, were slowly rising and falling.
She began to prepare by deep breathing, much as she might have to do at the birth of our child.
I forgot to say that Titian's Mother had gone through her piercing with a continuing deep breathing exercise. Parlour Girl had just begun her's when she announced that she did not want any anaesthetic.
She continued her deep breathing with her eyes tight shut.
My Partner donned her surgical gloves. She took the bottle of spray antiseptic, and completely doused all faces of both lips. The cleansing agent was volatile. It dried off very quickly. It would have a slight cooling, numbing affect, but it contained no anaesthetic agents at all.
The largest open faced Spencer clamp was selected, and closed to the second click on her beautiful right lip. Now that is tight, but it was what Parlour Girl requested.
My Partner made sure that her skin was pulled taut, so that the outer edge, of her stretched lip was smooth.
Wonderful Chestnut slid under the end of the table. She became the "holder of the clamp", lightly keeping the same position as other things were prepared.
She selected a fairly long Fourteen gauge needle, the sort that might be used to start keyhole surgery, then plunged it through the labia.
We all winced, but the glorious slave did not blink.
These needles have a sharpened cutting edge at a steep angle on their end. They are so finely sharp that a pinprick on a finger will draw blood.
The sharp sloping needle was quickly fitted with the smallest end of an open Twelve gauge, therefore larger, gold ring. It was pushed, and pulled back through her tender skin. It was left open, until the clamp was removed.
Parlour Girl smiled, and said that she was ready for both the second, and third piercing on the same lip.
The used needle was dropped into the receptacle, and another sterile wrapped needle was selected.
This was done each time, but both new piercings took hardly longer than it takes to read this description, and she had three beautiful rings through her already stretched labia.
Chestnut's job was done as the Spencer was removed, and all three rings were clipped shut.
We were amazed that she hardly bled at all, and even more amazed when a mirror was held up for her to see.
She wept at the beauty of what had been done.
The three heavy gold rings were each about three quarters of an inch in external diameter. They looked wonderful as they gently pulled her lip down towards her cunt hole.
She would be sore for a while, but she immediately wanted the other lip pierced with three rings.
Now the problem was to place then in exactly the same position in the un-pierced skin. Chestnut crawled out from beneath the table.
She donned new sterile gloves, then gently held the pierced lip up with the other alongside. Chestnut used a marker pen marked the three points. These pens are normally used to indicate the position either side of a nipple, prior to piercing.
The Spencer was clipped tight onto the taut skin. Chestnut crawled back beneath her arse to support the end of the clamp, and three more gold rings were fitted incredibly quickly.
Parlour Girl had hardly begun to concentrate on her breathing exercises when the piercing was completed.
All soiled needles were dropped into the sharps bin in the medical case.
A light antiseptic spray was used on all the new workings.
It was even more erotic when the sudden change in temperature appeared to have triggered the glorious girl to let loose with a golden shower of pee.
It arched up towards my Partner, splashing on her stomach, before wetting Chestnut, who was still kneeling on the floor.
Everybody started to laugh.
Poor, embarrassed, Parlour Girl apologised. She turned bright red, as she was forgiven.
Chestnut, and my Partner, vanished for a quick shower whilst we released Parlour Girl.
She stepped gingerly to the ground; all six rings were clearly visible outside the open crack beneath her prominent clit.
Lawyer, and I, held either arm as she took several small steps.
She seemed OK, so we released her, and she returned to sit on one of the stools where our bums had been.
She said, "I think that is enough, may be we should do the nipple piercing at the Parlour on Tuesday."
We all agreed, as did Chestnut, and her Mistress, when they returned from their shower.
Titian's Mother was particularly sad. She wanted to see her nipples pierced as soon as possible. Her compensation was to press the diamonds back into her teat ends. She could have them until Tuesday.
Adonis thought that this was a wonderful alternative. He stood behind her idly playing with her diamond tipped nipples.
Chestnut, Lawyer and I had much to do; we could use the afternoon in my study to save time on Monday. We retired to work.
The girls, Parlour Girl like a queen, my Partner, Lawyer Wife, and the Newly pierced Titian's Mother entertained themselves while Adonis and TF rustled up a late lunch.
This was eaten at about four o'clock.
All agreed that, whatever else happened. We would take over much of the Restaurant on the following Friday evening. There was much to do before then...
To be continued...
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