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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
BUSH LEAGUE
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Chapter Five
There was to be an orgy. (ThereÕs simply no politer way to put it.)
Rose sat me down beforehand and pressed a riding crop into my hand. It
was stout, not too long, or too short, with a loop of leather at the
business end of it.
ÒUse this to see that everyone keeps fucking,Ó Rose told me. Her
eyes were sincere. ÒNo slackers.Ó I turned the crop in my hands. It felt
light, yet it would surely hurt if I whacked it against someoneÕs bare
hiney.
ÒNo slackers,Ó I said aloud.
ÒNot even the females,Ó Rose told me. ÒEveryone is to keep working
at it, right through. If not with one person, then with another. If the
males lose their hardness, there is nothing to prevent them from pleasing
females with their mouths, their fingers, their hands. Of course they will
all be young males so they should be up again in no time, but donÕt let them
rest. Keep them busy.Ó
I swung the crop through the air. It made a whistling sound. ÒAnd
the girls?Ó I asked.
ÒThat is the biggest myth of all, that girls are dainty,Ó Rose laughed.
ÒKeep them at it too. Girls can spend and spend, and weÕll have plenty of
lubricant if their moist little pussies clam up. Make sure they are kept
just as busy as the men. If they donÕt like one boy, they can certainly have
another. ThereÕll be no shortage of young cocks for them to milk.Ó
I looked at her. Lightly I touched the crop to her bare shoulder. We
were in our bikinis. ÒAnd you?Ó I asked her.
ÒDonÕt spare me either,Ó Rose said, and bowed her head a little
bashfully. I stuck the loop of the crop against her bosom. Lightly I tried
to pry her bra cup down to loose her breasts upon the quiet sedateness of
the parlor. The cup was lightly woven. I watched as her nipples sprouted
within them, pushing against the fabric and denting it.
ÒIt will be fun dominating you,Ó I told her frankly. I touched the tip
of the crop to each of her risen nipples.
ÒNot too hard,Ó Rose breathed.
ÒNo harder than you did me,Ó I answered, and intended to include in
my remark all those sheÕd let strike me at her castle. Rose brushed the
insides of her thighs with her fingers. I lowered the crop and pointedly
stuck it directly against her pussy.
ÒDonÕt,Ó Rose sighed. Only her flimsy bikini panties kept me from
poking the crop into her.
ÒThose will come off soon,Ó I told her. She looked up at me. I had
pink ribbons in my hair. My makeup was exquisite. IÕd spent all day
letting her beautician do my hair and my face for me. Now the beautician
had left. Rose and I looked like we were made-up for some fine formal
event, but we only wore our bikinis. Plus earrings, and spiked pumps.
Rose picked up one of the invitations and gave it to me. I looked at
it. Lace trimmed its edges. On its outside, written on satin, in cursive, as
if for a wedding invitation, was ÒYou are Invited.Ó I opened it. The
interior was satin too. ÒTo a Sex Party!Ó was inscribed inside. Had Chuck
Rob received invitations like this when he was governor of Virginia? Did
Bill and Hillary have such invitations secreted away in their ÔfamilyÕ
album, the part Chelsea was never permitted to see? I wondered.
ÒDrinks and Food will be Provided, as well as all Necessaries,Ó the
invitation went on to say. ÒAttire is Casual, Preferably a Simple
Swimsuit. Expect to Stay the Night.Ó
I heard a car approaching within the castleÕs sheltered entryway.
ÒThat should be the the first of them,Ó Rose said to me.
I laid my invitation on the coffee table in front of the couch.
ÒAlright,Ó I said. I flicked my crop at her but didnÕt hit her. ÒI expect you
to be on your best behavior,Ó I told her.
ÒIÕll try,Ó Rose answered. Then, rising slightly to peer through the
parlorÕs windows, whose shades were uncharacteristically drawn back to
let in the sunlight, she added, ÒLet me handle the introductions.Ó
Kelly heard our guests arrive and ran to fetch Louis and Andre and
Cheyenne and Polly. Bambi was away, thankfully. She would have wound
up taking my place as mistress if sheÕd been here. I let out a little breath
of surprise as Louis walked into the room. Polly was between him and
Andre. She was happily leading them both. They wore small Speedo
swimsuits and Polly had on a tiny bikini. Like mine, her bikini contained
no elastic. It had to be tied on to stay on, and as a result she had twin
bows tied along her hips, to keep her nothing panties on, and another bow
at her back to keep her bra on. Her bra was so light that it didnÕt hold her
at all, but merely covered her. As a result her boobies jiggled at her every
slightest movement. My bosoms were no better contained. Simply by
breathing I put on a show. My nipples had risen. I felt their points
pressing stiffly into my bra.
Louis and Andre walked with some embarrassment. The thought of
an orgy had sent their cocks into the stratosphere in terms of erection.
Their small swimsuits could barely contain them. I feared either of their
cocks might pop out into public view at any moment.
ÒTry to control yourselves, boys. We have company coming,Ó I said
to my Louis, and to Andre. I lifted the crop a little to hint that I might
whack them right across their members if they didnÕt try to calm their
erections a little. They sat down with Polly between them on a couch.
Kelly appeared, her breasts prettily bare, wearing just an apron and black
thigh-high stockings. Plus pumps, of course, and earrings, and her little
white maidÕs hat, that matched her apron. She offered them drinks from a
tray. Then she offered me a drink in turn, showing her bottom
unselfconsciously to Louis and Andre as she bent to serve me. I sat on a
couch near theirs, but angled so that she was showing them her bottom as
she showed me her breasts. Taking my drink slowly, I admired her young
bosoms as they swayed like ripe fruit hanging from a tree. Her nipples
were as hard as mine. I brushed my riding crop over their points. Kelly
shivered.
ÒYou must serve us, but you must participate too,Ó I told her frankly.
She bit her lip. I think she was a little scared of the crop, or at least of
me wielding it.
ÒYes maÕam,Ó Kelly answered me.
ÒHer bottom is too white,Ó Polly said aloud. I think she assumed she
might get to play with the crop too, since we were friends. KellyÕs bottom
was, of course, perfect. Her legs were tanned right up to where her
panties usually were. Then, since she in fact had no panties on now, in the
parlor, we could admire her bottom crack and her smooth cheeks.
ÒPolly, IÕm in charge of the crop,Ó I told her, and dismissed Kelly,
who left the room, despite her misgivings, sashaying her bottom just as
lewdly as she could for Louis and Andre. Cheyenne entered. Like myself
and Polly and Rose, she wore only a teensy bikini. She walked to the couch
where Louis and Andre sat. She smoothed her palms under her
bottomcheeks, as if smoothing out her dress before she sat down, perhaps
thinking that she wore one, moving her hands by force of habit. Then,
realizing she had no dress, she blushed a little and sat down.
Selfconsciously she glanced at Louis, who sat beside her, and saw that his
groin was stuffed full with his excited erection. Her blush increased.
Then, summoning a little courage perhaps, knowing I held a crop, she
lightly plucked at the front of LouisÕs nylon swimsuit with her fingers.
ÒYouÕve got a wet spot on the front of your swimsuit,Ó Cheyenne told
Louis. None of us had gone swimming this morning. We were wet, if we
were wet, from our own juices alone.
ÒHowÕs your bottom?Ó I asked Cheyenne. She shifted her seat on the
couch, as if to check its condition.
ÒAll better,Ó she answered me shyly. ÒAnd yours?Ó She remembered
how Bambi had strapped me after IÕd finished with her.
ÒThe same,Ó I answered.
Rose ushered our guests into the room. A young girl walked in, with
long flowing blonde hair that sheÕd decided to bind into twin pigtails.
They were tied off with ribbons. I wanted to jump up and untie them, she
had such lovely hair. Yet, with her hair caught up into two pigtails she
looked like the perfect schoolgirl. Thankfully she had not braided them. A
simple tug on her ribbons would loose them soon enough. I would do it
myself, if need be. I felt an animalistic instinct to see her utterly
unfettered, with her bikini gone and her hair flying loose, fucking her
brains out with her boyfriend. He wore jeans and a t-shirt. Perhaps heÕd
been uncertain about the dress code and decided to play it safe. His
girlfriend, despite her neat pigtails, had not been permitted a similar
degree of modesty. She wore a very slinky swimsuit that seemed made
out of silk. It shimmered. I guessed heÕd bought it for her especially for
our party. I wanted to tear it off her. It sounds awful, but I think RoseÕs
instinct for domination had sunk into me during my long days here at the
castle.
ÒSilly boy, didnÕt you know you were just supposed to wear a
swimsuit?Ó Rose asked our new male friend. She reached for his waist
and frankly undid his belt buckle.
ÒI...wasnÕt...sure,Ó the male responded, his girlfriend looking on, a
finger in her mouth, speculatively. Rose undid his zipper as I heard
another car pull up. She shucked down his pants and we saw that he wore
a Speedo swimsuit under his jeans.
ÒThere, thatÕs better,Ó Rose smiled. She helped the young man kick
off his jeans and then relished taking his shirt off him. Kelly appeared,
neat in her maidÕs clothes but shocking our guests with her toplessness
and her lack of panties. She bent down, scooped the young manÕs clothes
up off the rug, and left. Rose guided the two of them over to my couch and
had them sit down beside me, putting the man closest to me.
ÒYou have a nice swimsuit,Ó I told him. He was erect within his suit
and his manhood seemed about to burst through. I laid my crop over his
groin and tapped his penis with three light strokes. ÒYour girlfriend must
not empty you very often,Ó I said to him frankly. I heard her gasp. She
was young. Her belly was so young and soft that even though when she
exhaled and it bulged a little, she still looked quite slim. I might have
toyed with him more but new guests arrived, and Rose brought them in as
well. I did, however, manage to ask his name. He was Phil, he told me, and
his girlfriend was Dawn.
Our newest arrivals were a woman in her twenties and her newlywed
husband. They both wore swimsuits, although the man had put on a t-shirt
as well. Rose relieved him of it at once. The woman had large breasts, big
as RoseÕs. They shared glances, admiring each other and Ôcomparing
notes,Õ as one might say, on whose breasts were in fact the largest. It all
happened silently. Conveniently, we learned that the woman and her
husband were named John and Jill. I knew in the melee that would follow
names might be lost, but I wanted at least to try to memorize them.
A third couple arrived. A woman close to 30, LouisÕs age, with a man
who might have been just a bit younger. Here it was the woman who had
affected a bit of modesty. She wore a dancerÕs skirt over her bikini
panties, sheer but necessary in hotel lobbies and such places. Here,
though, Rose quickly divested her of it. They sat down on another couch,
and Rose sat down with them. Their names were Bill and Gwen.
ÒAs you know, none of us will be going swimming,Ó Rose said. She
looked around the room to assure herself that everyone understood. Kelly
appeared and offered drinks to our newest arrivals. From her unclothed
state one could readily see that this would be no ordinary party. ÒPlease
order as many drinks as you wish,Ó Rose told our guests. ÒIf you need to
feel drunk, donÕt hesitate. The drinks are on the house.Ó Bill and John and
Phil all found their erections becoming an ever greater embarrassment as
little Kelly served them with her young breasts hanging free. Her bottom
was a sight to behold. She walked like a little girl whoÕd just discovered
its allure, swinging it merrily, feeling its nakedness wobble and clench
and jiggle.
I watched as the men, taking their drinks, swallowed fitfully,
feeling their arousal seize them and make their drinking difficult. The
women sipped nervously. It was all out of their hands. None had met
before. Names were exchanged, but we all knew names were immaterial
here. I guessed GwenÕs name might be fictitious, chosen just for this
occasion. I thought of making up a name of my own but Rose introduced me
as ÒFleuryÓ before I could think one up.
ÒShe has a crop,Ó Jill, the newlywed, said to Rose, indicating me.
ÒAre we to be punished?Ó
ÒOnly if you need it,Ó Rose replied. ÒFleury will make sure all of us,
including me, Ôparty hearty,Õ as they say.Ó
ÒWe will need...Ó Gwen paused. Should she breach such a subject so
soon? No matter. It had to be done. ÒLubricant, condoms...Ó she let her
voice trail off.
ÒI forgot my Pill,Ó Dawn, the youngest, piped up.
ÒI told you not to mention that,Ó her boyfriend Phil scolded her.
ÒWell, I want you to father my child when I have a baby, not
somebody else,Ó Dawn answered. She reminded me a little of Polly.
ÒI forgot mine too,Ó Polly piped up. I knew she hadnÕt. She just
wanted to make trouble. Rose had seen to all her needs this morning. Rose
had made Polly put on a bikini when Polly had insisted, inexplicably, that
she must have a one-piece (though Polly usually swam naked in RoseÕs
pool.) I saw that PollyÕs hands had crept to Louis and AndreÕs crotches and
she was lightly massaging them, making their erections even worse. The
men, of course, didnÕt complain.
Kelly appeared and offered Dawn a small powder-blue Pill. Dawn
gazed at it a moment, then let Kelly pop it into her mouth. Perhaps Dawn
hoped to preserve a bit of her modesty by pretending that sheÕd been
forced to swallow the pill. Her boyfriend lifted his drink to her lips and,
shivering visibly, her bosoms quaking like jello in her bra cups, Polly
sipped the drink and swallowed the Pill.
ÒAs for lubricant and such, Dawn will provide those when the party
begins,Ó Rose said. She brushed her hair back. She liked to wait. The
breeze blew in off the ocean beyond the cliff. It was fresh, with a tang of
salt in it. The morning sun lit up the parlor. The curtains were open, as if
we had nothing to hide. ÒLetÕs begin with a little background first.
Everyone should be aware of their partnerÕs level of experience which,
given weÕll all be partners before the night is through, means we must all
know about each other. Is anyone a virgin here?Ó A few eyes stole to
Polly, who blushed. She was young, but hardly a virgin, and she had her
hands busy fondling Louis and AndreÕs swim trunks. ÒGood,Ó Rose breathed
after a moment. Kelly appeared with a tray full of crackers topped with
exotic cheeses and meats and bits of greens. ÒAny anal virgins?Ó
Dawn blushed and, at her boyfriendÕs insistence, lifting her elbow,
she raised her hand. The other women, including myself, regarded her with
a kind of pleasant disdain. Even Polly had a touch of hauteur about her.
DawnÕs blush deepened.
ÒDonÕt worry dear, thereÕs nothing to be shy about,Ó Rose assured
Dawn. ÒWe all were anal virgins once... even the men.Ó This caused a stir.
The men glanced at each other. The women giggled. Dawn lost her blush
and felt at ease.
ÒNow letÕs tell a favorite sexual experience,Ó Rose suggested.
Eating our crackers, sipping wine, we went around the room, telling our
stories, our fears, our fantasies and our hopes. All the while the sun
moved slowly within the room, altering the shadows it cast. Other guests
passed quietly by, not interrupting us, but listening, perhaps, for a
moment or two, before pursuing their own private pleasures. The castle
was mostly empty today, but a few lingered, Brent and his wife, their two
young daughters, Joanne, some others. Sylvia was no longer with us. Her
master had come at last and taken her away. I missed her. I hoped she
was happy with him. She would bear his initials for the rest of her life,
the ones IÕd given her, within her bottom cheeks. I remembered my pussy
and the little tattoo I bore from my dinner party with Lady Lalique. I felt
vastly experienced, yet I was only 14. If I went to a bar they wouldnÕt let
me drink, and no one would let me drive, or vote, or anything really, yet
here within RoseÕs private world I held the crop this morning, and I
intended to use it.
ÒPlease donÕt smack me with that unless I really need it,Ó Dawn said
quite seriously to me, leaning forward, her breasts full and firm and held
lightly by her nothing bra. She had been speaking, in a high-pitched voice,
about how her greatest fear was that sheÕd wind up in a bondage dungeon
and be made to serve all the men in it.
ÒIÕm sure you will,Ó I replied. I whacked the crop against my thigh
and let out a little screech as I unintentionally hit myself to hard! She
giggled a little. Her boyfriend ran his fingers down her spine, spiderlike,
making her shiver.
ÒI think weÕre all ready now,Ó Rose said. SheÕd wanted to feel us
out, get our inhibitions into the open and let them be released. We were
all feeling much more comfortable now. I did not mind when Phil touched
my thigh to soothe it and let his hand stray up to my pussy. I only knew
his first name, but he quickly got to know the contours of my most
intimate place. My private. Dawn watched, let out a little moan of
disappointment.
ÒPhil,Ó she whined. He took my crop from my fingers and whacked
her thigh with it. She yelped. He gave the crop back to me and touched her
welt with his fingers. Soon heÕd forgotten her injury and was exploring
her pussy outside her swimsuit, even as he continued to explore mine.
ÒLetÕs go upstairs,Ó Rose suggested. ÒUnless anyone would like more
to eat?Ó We shook our heads Ôno.Õ WeÕd had our fill of crackers or, rather,
our appetites were quite forgotten. Even Polly did not beg for another
cracker. She had stolen a finger within LouisÕs and AndreÕs swimsuits,
leaving the rest of her fingers outside, hoping nobody saw. Of course,
Rose saw, and she said, ÒThere are beds and such upstairs.Ó
We stood up. ÒPlease take your things off. I donÕt want us bringing
any clothes into the Playroom. No one ever has violated it in that way, and
I donÕt wish us to either,Ó Rose said.
ÒBut the windows are open,Ó Jill said.
ÒSo they are,Ó Rose replied. ÒYouÕll find yourself doing a few things
youÕre not used to here, dear, which is why IÕve asked Fleury to bring along
a crop.Ó Jill looked at me but said nothing. In the ensuing silence
everyone saw to their own undressing. I think Rose had spiked the
proceedings with a little fear and uncertainty again, which I, at least,
didnÕt mind, since I had the crop. The men pulled down their swimtrunks.
IÕm sure they were glad to be relieved of them. Their cocks sprang up like
soldiers rising to stiff attention. I wondered if theyÕd be able to muster
such fine erections a few hours from now. In the morning I was sure
theyÕd find their swimsuits in the parlor and pull them on wondering how
they could ever have found them so confining. But for now, brimming with
passion, they were eager as beavers to be rid of the infernal little suits.
Their cocks glistened with pre-cum and they wanted to stroke themselves
to relieve their passion a little but Rose forbid it. They would have
something to put their penises into soon enough. We girls untied our tops
and bottoms. We couldnÕt help looking at each other and comparing
ourselves as our tits and hineys and respective bushes came into view.
ÒYours is nice and thick,Ó Dawn said to Gwen frankly, admiring her
thatch of pussy hair.
ÒThanks,Ó Gwen smiled. It was silly, comparing bushes, but we did
it anyway. Mine was fleecy. PollyÕs was fleecier still. She would have
been hairless a year ago, too young to play with us. Now she could proudly
show off some hair at least, enough to get her invited. She took hold of
Louis and AndreÕs cocks with a greedy gleam in her eyes.
ÒDonÕt play with yourselves, men!Ó Polly told my boyfriend and
Andre. But they hadnÕt tried to. She was simply pretending they had, so
she could hold their cocks Òfor safekeeping,Ó as she put it. They did not
mind, although I was not especially fond of seeing her lead my boyfriend
around by the penis!
ÒTime to play,Ó Rose said. Her eyes were bright. She ushered us
from the room. I was the last to leave. It was my job to keep an eye on
everyoneÕs bottom and make sure they did just as Rose said. As I left the
parlor I turned to see Maria entering it. How strange it looked to see our
swimsuits discarded like forgotten party souvenirs upon the floor. She
began straightening the pillows on the couches. She picked up GwenÕs
panties and laid them neatly on the couch.
I turned and gazed at the partiers. Slowly they were trooping up the
long wooden staircase that led upstairs, Rose leading the way. Gwen, who
worked as an attorney, followed behind her, her ass swinging freely,
leading Phil by the hand, for Rose had insisted as we left the parlor that
we each find a new friend to play with. I walked holding DawnÕs hand, for
she seemed a little frightened. I think she relied on her Phil to tell her
what to do and now he was gone, up ahead with a woman older than he,
while Bill walked along beside Jill, he and John intending to fuck her
together, and telling her so.
ÒWeÕll go up to the tower,Ó Rose said. She led us through the
upstairs hallway to the very end of it. There, having moved crossways
through the house, not toward the back, she opened a door. We stepped
through it carefully. There were newly woven spiderwebs inside the door
and the floor changed from polished wood to hard stone. Our heels clicked
on the stone and echoed up within the tower. The men, barefoot, found the
stone floor to be cold.
Rose led us up a broad circular stairway within the tower. It was
wide, as if whole squads had once had to march up and down it to defend
the clifftop from invasion, changing shifts through the night and into the
day, never relenting in their service to their Queen. I didnÕt know much
Argentinean history, but I imagined that Queen Elizabeth, or somebody, had
once relied on her soldiers to defend this corner of the British empire,
lest all be lost. And, I hoped, her soldiers had performed as faithfully as
the men amongst us now promised to perform. With wiggling cocks and
quickened breathing they guided us up the stone stairs behind Rose. John
slipped away from Jill and came back to close the door to the tower and
see that Dawn and I werenÕt left behind. I gazed at his erection.
ÒYouÕre certainly ready,Ó I laughed. His cock was dripping pre-cum.
He was as hard as the stone floor we were walking on.
ÒMay I have you first?Ó he asked, his voice gallant.
ÒAlright,Ó I replied. ÒBut I must see to the others first. YouÕll have
to wait.Ó
ÒI donÕt mind,Ó he replied, admiring me. I blushed. Dawn peeked
around me at his erection as he walked opposite her, his hand on my
bottom.
ÒHe has a nice one, donÕt you think?Ó I asked her.
ÒYes,Ó she replied quietly, her lips seeming to catch the ÒyesÓ even
as she spoke it, as if she werenÕt sure she should admit such a thing.
Holding her hand, I squeezed it to reassure her. ÒItÕs okay, you can look at
menÕs dicks here without the slightest embarrassment. DonÕt deny
yourself. I intend to make sure that when they come back downstairs
theyÕre limp as wet washing, with every drop of their sperm spent inside
us.Ó
ÒOh, youÕre naughty to say such a thing,Ó Dawn replied, but she kept
peeking past me at JohnÕs cock. He proudly displayed himself. He was
cock of our walk, at least, with the other men no less boldly displaying
themselves to the girls in front of us. We walked up the steps without
complaint. I think, given how many there were, we might have been
huffing and puffing, under normal conditions. But before we knew it,
watching each other and making our plans, we were at the top of the
tower.
ÒOhh, what a view!Ó Gwen said. She rushed up to a window and stood
on tip-toe and looked out. We stood within a huge room, with couches at
one end and two big beds at the other. There could be no doubt of our
purpose here. Between the couches stood a coffee table with a vase on it.
Colored condoms sprouted from it, not flowers, while a collection of
squirt bottles sitting beside it, labelled ÔKY,Õ waited to be put to use.
Nevertheless, despite our ardor, we ran to the windows and gazed at the
sea and the countryside below.
The windows were high and small. Perhaps maidens had been
confined here once, and their captors feared they might jump, or let down
their hair. No one could get through these little windows, however. We
had to take turns and share the view as best we could. The shorter girls
had to be lifted up by the men so they could see out. We were all buck
naked, the menÕs cocks hard, our pussies hungry, but we took a moment to
gaze down at the sights below.
ÒThis is the last usable tower,Ó Rose said. ÒThe others are propped
up to keep them from falling over onto my house, but theyÕre unsafe to
play in. Here, thanks to some refurbishment my uncle did years ago, we
can enjoy ourselves. But first you men must try out the bathroom,Ó Rose
laughed. To my surprise she led them over to a small round hole into the
wall of the tower. It was waist high. It let daylight through. A space had
been carved from the wall so that a man could stand within it and put his
penis into the hole in the stone and actually feel it make contact with the
open air outside. I guessed the stone where the compartment had been cut
was no more than half an inch thick.
ÒThe guards got tired of trudging up and down the steps to pee,Ó
Rose said. ÒAnd men are not much for emptying chamberpots. So they cut
this little place from the wall, and drilled a hole through it, so a man
could relieve himself without going downstairs. Would you like to try it,
men?Ó she asked. We all laughed as, one by one, each of the men went up
to the hole and stuck his penis through it and peed. ÒWatch out, the
pigeons sometimes think theyÕre seeing a worm!Ó Rose warned. Phil, the
first to try his luck with the hole, wanted to back out when he heard
RoseÕs warning, but I was quick with my crop and whacked him hard and
made him stand and pee just as sheÕd suggested. Each of the other men
were made to go in turn. They seemed a little nervous, a few of them, but
the pigeons, if they did see the cocks, must have felt they were too much
of a mouthful to attempt.
ÒI have to pee too,Ó Polly announced.
ÒYou donÕt have a penis,Ó I pointed out to her.
ÒBut I still have to go-ooo,Ó she replied, and clapped her hands to her
pussy to convince me she really had to.
ÒAs to that,Ó Rose said, lifting a finger and walking with light steps
to the nearest bed, Òwe have a chamber pot.Ó She drew it out and Polly
went to it and happily sat down, though she wished we wouldnÕt all look at
her as she did so. We looked anyway.
ÒNow I CANÕT pee,Ó Polly complained. I touched my crop to her back
and let her know some pee better appear pretty soon or sheÕd find herself
bottom-up over the pot.
ÒI STILL canÕt go,Ó Polly said.
ÒThen let me,Ó Gwen said. Polly stood and I drew her aside for
punishment. Gwen sat and peed despite all the eyes admiring her. ÒSee?
ItÕs easy, dear,Ó Gwen told Polly. Polly stood beside me, watching, a
finger in her mouth and my hand planted firmly on her bottom, pressing the
crop to it, to keep her still.
ÒI must go too,Ó Jill said, and sat down next and contributed her
share to the pot. Then Rose went, and finally Dawn. The men emptied the
pot out a window afterwards. Rose took a moist cloth from a steamer and
passed it around to all the females whoÕd gone and they wiped themselves
with it. There was no running water up here in the tower but, fortunately,
a warmer with a bin of soft, hot wet cloths was in a corner, run by a
battery, and we could all resort to it to wipe up when we felt the need. If
we ran out of cloths Kelly, who would have to run up and down the stairs
at intervals to get us whatever we needed, would bring more. At the
moment Kelly, who would not be spared participating in the party just like
the rest of us, stood modestly to one side. She alone still wore her
clothes as a sign of her service. They did nothing, of course, to keep her
charms from falling into the hands of the men. Already John, whoÕd
promised to wait for me, was palming her bottom, making her squirm a
little, although she tried very hard to be modest and maid-like.
We sat down on the couches. At RoseÕs insistence we picked up the
squirt bottles of KY and vaseline and began preparing each other for the
festivities. The men were squirted first. It was amazing to watch as the
girls aimed and squirted at their cocks, often from below, getting the
vaseline all over their balls and not worrying the least about ruining the
couch. I laughed as Dawn and I both did John. Kelly, who I made stand in
front of us, I did next. I lifted up her apron and frankly squirted vaseline
all over her pussy. Then I replaced her apron. ÒGo fetch a condom from the
vase,Ó I told her. She turned, walked a few steps, and plucked out a
condom. She returned to me and I told Dawn to put the condom on John. He
laughed as she tried to fit it to him. She admitted sheÕd never put a
condom on a man before. Her boyfriend had always fucked her just as he
was.
ÒWell, we must at least attempt to be safe,Ó I told her. I helped her
put the condom on, our breasts jiggling as we did it, the two of us
laughing. Kelly stood watching.
ÒAlright, sir, you have three pussies and one dick,Ó I said to John as
soon as he was armed for battle. ÒHow do you propose to satisfy us?Ó I
fingered my crop to let him know I would accept no excuses.
ÒYou mean, ah, you want me to, ah, bring you all off? All three of
you?Ó John asked. He glanced at his wife, sitting across from him, but she
was busily putting a condom on Louis. Well, if she were going to do my
boyfriend, I was certainly going to do hers. Polly, who still needed to be
punished for not peeing when she said she must, had been turned around by
Rose and was being fitted into a bondage glove. She stood with her legs
quaking but unprotesting otherwise. Gwen, perhaps in collusion with Rose,
had knelt in front of her and clasped her thighs. She was, very lightly,
kissing PollyÕs pussy. Phil, DawnÕs boyfriend, stood beside Gwen, his
penis at the height of her head. He had just been fitted with a rubber and
stood ready for battle.
Rose yanked back on the glove, tying it off to PollyÕs arms. Polly
winced and let out a little yelp. The glove, hooked round her shoulders by
straps, lifted her bosoms obscenely. She had high breasts to begin with,
but with the glove on they looked like twin offerings to the God of Love, or
War, as the case might be, given she must be punished. Her nipples, sweet
and young and marvelously stiff, presented themselves to PhilÕs eyes like
treats. He lifted a hand and plucked at them. Polly whimpered and begged
him to stop. Rose knotted her glove tightly closed so that PollyÕs arms
were bound straight behind her, together, unable to move. She was like a
mummy now, with her bosoms bobbing in front of her, utterly free and
unprotected, and her little pussy available for plunder by Gwen. The older
woman stabbed her tongue into PollyÕs pussy and my friend let out a whine
of distress and pleasure. Oh, how I longed to play with her! But I had John
to instruct. He was randy as a stallion before a race. I flicked his
rubberized cock with my crop and watched delightedly as it sprang up and
down like a flagpole.
ÒYes, all three of us, Johnnie-boy, with that big stiff cock of yours,Ó
I said. ÒTurn around, Kelly, I want you to have him first. YouÕre going to
have to do a lot of work tonight, serving us, and itÕs only fair you get
yours now,Ó I told her. She eyed my crop anxiously.
ÒYouÕre not going to hit me with that if I turn around, are you?Ó she
asked.
ÒWhy not?Ó I replied. ÒItÕs mine. IÕm sure John will fuck you even
more zestily if he sees you cry a little first. Show us your bottom, Kelly.
You didnÕt feel any embarrassment waggling it about downstairs.Ó I
snapped my crop against her thigh to show her I meant business.
Reluctantly she turned around and I found myself staring directly into her
clenching cheeks. They were white and satiny and unmarked. ÒBend over,
silly. Do you think I want you to moon me?Ó I told her. She leaned forward
after a momentÕs hesitation and put both her hands on the coffee table.
ÒI- I think IÕm going to fart, maÕam,Ó Kelly told me. And she did.
Just like that. Right into my face. ÒIÕm sorry!Ó she quickly apologized.
Dawn and I held our noses.
ÒThat wasnÕt polite, Kelly,Ó I said. I gave her a swift crack of my
crop right on my heinie.
ÒPlease, Fleury!Ó Kelly moaned. She raised up on her toes. A bright
red mark appeared on her bottom.
ÒDonÕt stand with your legs so tightly together,Ó I told her. ÒHow do
you expect John to get his thing up you? I expect youÕll be tight enough as
it is, without you clipping your legs together.Ó I gave her another swat
with my crop. She let out a sighing hiss through clenched teeth and raised
up on her tippie toes again. When sheÕd recovered she parted her legs as
wide as she could.
ÒThere, John, sheÕs all ready, oiled and everything,Ó I told him. He
presented his cock to her.
ÒDonÕt hit me,Ó he said. His rump was in my face now, hairy and
wonderful with its crack running the length of it, tensing as he began his
entry.
ÒYes, John, to keep you going,Ó I replied. ÒBut get yourself up her
first. Right up, John. I know sheÕs tight, but you can manage it.Ó I gave
him a little admonitory crack to encourage his compliance.
ÒDawn, I want you to put that pretty little mouth of yours to work,Ó
I said to the girl beside me. Despite her innocent-looking pigtails I put a
hand to the back of her head and arched my hips forward on the couch and
drew her mouth down to my pussy. I thought she would resist. But,
perhaps fearing my crop, she began lapping at my cunny like a fawn
bending to lap at a stream. I shivered. She was so soft, so compliant. I
tickled her boobies. They hung just off my thigh, scraping the couch a
little as she bent to her work. I pinched them. Dawn sighed a moany
complaint but did not stop licking me.
I inhaled the musky scent from PhilÕs wonderful ass as he sweated
and got himself up inside Kelly. ÒOkay, IÕm ready,Ó he told me at last. Did
he wish to be whipped? I did not bother to ask. I drew my hand back and,
admiring his clenching buttocks for a moment, I let fly with the crop.
ÒYeeeow!Ó Phil howled. Kelly bounced as his cock rammed even
deeper into her, driven by the whack from my crop. She moaned loudly. I
swung again.
ÒRam her, baby!Ó I told Phil. My own voice was breathy from KellyÕs
lickings. Nonetheless, despite an increasingly unsteady hand as my own
orgasm mounted, I set about flaying PhilÕs bottom. Each stroke made a
new red mark. He shunted himself up and back within Kelly. She
screeched at the depth of his assault. I think he was pounding her more
deeply than any man ever had. She tried to rise to lessen the depth of his
poundings but he forced her down, then down more, until her face was flat
against the coffee table.
Polly, meanwhile, had been rigged up in the bed so that her bottom
rested on a bolster, while her arms lay tied uselessly underneath her. Her
13-year-old breasts offered themselves on her chest like ripe cherries.
Her legs were drawn apart and tied off to the ends of the bed. Gwen, who
had been mouthing her pussy, had been replaced by Jill. Polly seemed not
the least interested in having women invade her cunny with their tongues
but she was helpless to do anything about it. She screamed and moaned
and protested and, not coincidentally, cried out as an orgasm seized her,
followed closely behind by another. Rose promised her that after all the
women had enjoyed her, the men would too. Polly sobbed but I knew that
somewhere, deep down, sheÕd find she enjoyed it all. At least I hoped she
would.
John spent inside Kelly. I drew him out. I removed his condom as
Kelly stood and straightened her apron and her maidÕs hat. I lifted DawnÕs
lips from my pussy and emptied JohnÕs condom into her mouth. ÒThere,
little baby, a treat for your hungry tummy,Ó I told her. She wanted to
protest, I think, but knew better and let me empty all of JohnÕs seed into
her. I made her swallow it. There was a little that had fallen on her nose
and I kissed it away.
ÒKelly, now that youÕve been fucked you must go back to your maid
duties,Ó I told her. ÒDo them properly or IÕll have you over my knee with
my crop teaching you manners.Ó She curtsied.
ÒYes,m,Ó she replied. Immediately she left my presence, happily, IÕm
quite sure, walking a little awkwardly because of her fucking by John. I
watched her bottom. It jiggled nakedly, with two stripes laid on it from
my crop. She got a tray of drinks, brought up meantime by Maria, and
offered them about. Nobody seemed much interested in them at the
moment, although Rose took one and thanked her and examined her bottom
briefly, to see her new marks.
ÒI see Fleury is doing just as I trained her,Ó Rose said. ÒGood. And
Maria is helping you too. Keep up the good work, Kelly. IÕll make you
domme someday, if I can ever get over seeing how cute you look in that
maidÕs hat!Ó
I put Dawn in place of Kelly over the coffee table. I didnÕt bother to
put a new condom on John. He did it himself, growing (literally) expectant
at the sight of Dawn made ready for him.
ÒDawn, IÕm going to give you just a little spanking to make you
weepy and to make John big and hard,Ó I told her.
ÒOkay,Ó she lisped. She was so nice. She let me do anything I
wanted. She had an absolutely adorable bottom. It was high and firm and I
knew it would bounce very sweetly when I laid the crop across it. It
matched her schoolgirl pigtails perfectly. I drew my crop back and let it
fly.
ÒOh!Ó Dawn shouted. I donÕt know if sheÕd ever been whipped before.
I gave her another before she could try to clap her hands over her bottom.
ÒOh! Oh!Ó she cried out again. I found myself so entranced by her shocked
response that I let three more swift cracks fly. Then John, whoÕd grown
massively hard in just seconds of watching, got in my way, and my next
strike, aimed at Dawn, hit him instead! He was oblivious to the pain.
And so it proceeded. Rising up after hitting John very hard several
times, which did nothing to interrupt his fucking of Dawn, he was so
eager, I proceeded around the room. I found my friends utterly entranced
with each other. Their nude bodies hugged each other and the females
eagerly found themselves impaled upon their newly-met boyfriends of the
moment. I dished out a crack here and there with my crop. Female
bottoms felt me, and male ones, I hit a few tummies and whacked some
thighs. Nobody seemed to notice, except to cry out and keep fucking. Even
little Polly, when I bounced the crop off her tummy, only howled and
arched her pussy more so Phil, who now tongued her, could fuck her more
deeply.
The long hours of the day passed quickly by. There was no abatement
of the fucking. When cocks were spent I insisted, with RoseÕs help, that
hands and mouths and even feet be used instead. Drinks were passed
around by Kelly to keep everyone in a sprightly mood. As evening settled
and the room grew dark Kelly lit oil lamps to give everyone just enough
light to see by, so they could tell whether it was the female Dawn or Jill
or Gwen, or some other female, who lay moaning underneath them or riding
atop them.
As the night wore on and spirits flagged I used my crop to inspire
new emotion. I did not spare anyone. Even Rose found herself upended on
the bed, with her bottom high and her face pressed into the pillows, with
me flaying away on her to make her feel something, anything, be it passion
or pathos.
What a sight we were the next morning when we shambled, like
walking wounded, into the parlor to retrieve our swimsuits. Maria was
there, tidying up, and we came like dead from the morgue into her
presence. All of us, even me, bore weals from the crop. Our neatly tanned
limbs were marked and tired. My breasts felt like leaden weights on my
chest, although still perched high and lovely. I had hickeys on them, as did
most of the other girls. There were pinch marks on my bottom, not to
mention the marks left by the crop. My pussy felt like it would complain
just from being touched by my swimsuit. I bent and picked up my panties
and tied them on with weary fingers. The suit did feel abrasive against
me. I wanted no more touchings, or fuckings, or even kisses from
heartfelt lovers. The men were no better off. Their cocks, so hugely hard
the morning before, could have passed for babyÕs penises now, or old
menÕs. WeÕd made sure they were completely empty before we let them
come down. Even Andre, who in his youth had made a last minute stand for
maleness, had been vigorously pumped off right at the top of the steps,
with us girls kneeling to receive the last of his tribute.
Sperm slathered my thighs and was caked around my mouth. The men
put on their suits and found that they fitted quite well, thank you, with
plenty of room in front, at least until nightfall. Our guests departed. I
think we wanted to give each other final kisses but we were all too tired.
In my sleepiness I found Polly, who IÕd spanked fiercely upstairs, putting
her hand into mine.
ÒIÕm sleepy,Ó she said. She wanted me to accompany her upstairs.
Other guests might encounter her and, not knowing her condition, might
try to rape her.
ÒYouÕre not mad at me for spanking you?Ó I asked her. She felt her
bottom.
ÒItÕs very sore,Ó Polly said to me. ÒBut I still hate you.Ó
ÒYou STILL hate me?Ó I asked.
ÒYes, IÕm too little to be here but you made me come anyway,Ó Polly
said. ÒSo I hate you. But tuck me in bed anyway. And read me a story
too.Ó
ÒI canÕt read you a story. IÕm dead,Ó I said to her. Despite her
sleepiness she drew her hand back and, although sheÕd not struck me
upstairs in the tower, always finding herself in the role of prisoner, she
whacked me hard on my bottom.
ÒYeeeoch!Ó I shouted. I threw my hips forward and felt my boobs
shake.
ÒStory!Ó Polly yelled.
ÒCome on, IÕll throw you out the window if you do that again,Ó I said
to her. I marched her upstairs and took her to her bed and put her in it.
Drawing up the covers, I kissed her nose. ÒCan I sleep with you?Ó I asked.
ÒIÕm too tired to go to my own room.Ó My legs, okay a moment before, felt
as if they were about to buckle.
ÒMmmm, whatever,Ó Polly said. She kissed me back. I yanked down
her covers and slithered in beside her. I was greedy for sleep. I embraced
her, she was asleep already. I fell asleep with my face on her bosom.
Rose, I think, came in later, and drew our covers up.
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