ABBARATH Read Free Page A

is unnerving.
    “Yes,” I manage a whisper. He has such brilliant eyes. They are like opals and sapphires and every other blue gem rolled into two. I am transfixed by those eyes – so avidly that I only feel his hand on my thigh when it’s too late.
    Of course, my thigh is covered by tulle. Voluminous tulle. I am not an innocent. I was expecting this, but still –
    Russell asks, “Is her consent verbal or written?”
    Max pauses for a second.
    “Verbal.”
    Russell clicks his tongue. “Very careless, son. Contracts should be drawn up and signed whenever possible.”
    “She has a safe word to stop this any time she feels uncomfortable.”
    I notice that with his father, Max is colder and not so forthcoming.
    “Is that right, Gina?” Russell says.
    “Yes.”
    “And you’ll stop this . . . us . . . any time you don’t want to do this?”
    There are many witnesses in the room, all hanging on to my every word.
    “Yes,” I say, lowering my eyelashes.
    “Slut,” Alice pronounces.
    Her father says in a mild voice, “Alice, if you can’t keep from making snide remarks, perhaps we should banish you entirely from the study.”
    “Fine then. I will not be party to this.” Alice strides out in a huff.
    “Yeah, go polish your nails or something,” calls one of the twins after her.
    “Brad, don’t needle your sister.”
    “But she’s so emo and high-maintenance.”
    “That’s enough.”
    With Alice out of the room, the men seem to relax. Even Max’s shoulders are not so flexed.
    Russell’s hand goes to my knee. He grabs a fistful of my skirt and raises it. A tendril of anticipation snakes within my groin as he slowly reveals the white skin of my thighs.
    “So luscious. I take it she’s not a virgin.”
    “She’s an initiate,” one of the twins drawls, as if that says it all.
    His father’s hand caresses the plump flesh of my thighs – up, up until my panty line at where my hips meet my legs. I’m wearing frilly white panties with a little bow on the waistband to augment my whole girly theme.
    Russell’s startling eyes arrest mine. “I should like to take a much better look at you, Gina. Would you like to sit on the desk?”
    The implications of this are clear.
    “Yes,” I whisper. My heart is thudding very hard against my ribcage, which is straining against my too-tight bodice.
    The twins help me up onto the edge of the desk. They lift and arrange my frilly skirt so that my panty-covered butt is in contact with the wood.
    “Spread your legs, Gina,” Max commands. There’s a hard edge to his voice reminiscent of my Initiation days. No doubt he’s trying to impress his father.
    I obey. It’s thrilling to obey. A shudder of anticipation passes through me as I open my legs wide to reveal the crotch of my panties, which is rapidly becoming wet. My flouncy skirt threatens to fall down, and so the twins hold the hem up on either side.
    “Very, very nice,” Russell says admiringly.
    “Take off her underwear,” Max tells the twins.
    Grinning, both Brad and Alex disengage my sweet-looking panties. They make sure my skirt is completely raised the whole time. They pull the little scrap of cotton down over my buttocks and off my legs. Then they make me spread my thighs wide again. Russell hasn’t taken his eyes off my crotch since I’ve been on the desk.
    And now my naked pussy is bared to his gaze.
    “Incredible,” he murmurs. “What a beautiful cunt.”
    “We think so too,” says one of the twins.
    “Are you sure she’s an initiate? Her cunt looks like it hasn’t been used much.”
    “That’s part of her charm.”
    My breath comes out in slow, careful heaves. I dip my eyes to glance at what they are looking at.
    My shaven pussy has a pinkish clit which is wedged between two luscious labial lips. My slit of a vulva peeks out like a curious and very moist little mouth down below.
    Russell’s spade-like hand reaches for my pussy.
    I gasp as he peels open my nether lips. My clit and sticky