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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
DUNGEON OF DESIRE
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Chapter One
Jasmine had told me to meet him. Or had she ordered me? I liked to
think sheÕd ordered me, now that I reflected upon it. Yes, sheÕd ordered
me. IÕd had no choice. But of course IÕd had, hadnÕt I? I didnÕt anymore.
SheÕd told me heÕd be cruel with me. Much, much crueler than
anything IÕd ever experienced before. IÕd played with rabbits up Ôtil now,
sheÕd assured me. And sheÕd ordered me. Yes.
With my nipples offered, my face pale and my lips parted in
wonderment, I let myself be led into his domain. It had been a workroom
once, a place for saws and hammers and chisels. But it had evolved. The
old owner had died and Master had moved in. The pinup calendar had been
replaced with a real woman.
I tossed my hair as he confronted me. I tried to look brave. Inside,
my tummy was melting with passion and terror. I tried to stick out my
belly to look more childish, to win his compassion. But I was too thin. My
ribs lined my sides. My hips were slim, curving out just enough to justify
my 16th birthday, but no more. My legs were sexy Barbi legs, long and
sleek and tapering deftly inward to where my ankles met my stiff,
confining heels. I stumbled. His housekeeper caught my arm. In my
stumbling my bosoms, big as melons, wiggled. They teased him with the
stiffness of my nipples.
Except for my heels and my earrings, I was completely naked. I bit
my lower lip and hung my head a little, letting him gaze at me. I stuck my
chest out a little bit more, rudely, obscenely, given that my arms were
already padlocked behind my back. I was proud of myself. I felt the
newness of my body, newly grown, my plump young breasts. They hung
free, firm and full, like fresh fruit discovered in a hothouse on a clear
Spring morning. I wanted them always to be free now. I never wanted to
have them confined in a bra again. I would live here always, I pledged to
myself, where my bosoms could swing with my steps and my bottom,
round and full as my tits, could sway and sashay and tease.
I was eager to let him see me. I could feel the heat of his breath
even now, or imagined I could. He was just a few steps away. Older than
me by at least two lifetimes, mine plus his, and hard from working in the
sun, building additions to his house and improving his dungeon. He was
wealthy. An inheritance. It freed him to play games and do as he pleased.
And what he pleased to do, I knew, though nothing had been said, not
directly, anyway, was fuck.
But he was particular. Only certain girls appealed to him. He
savored power. You would think, at over six feet, he could accommodate
equality. But his housekeeper was slim and small and dainty, an Oriental.
Her every motion spoke of deference and humility. Yet, as she grasped my
arm, urging me into his presence, her slim nailed fingers, exquisitely
polished, gripped me fiercely. Underneath that humble exterior I felt a
dragon lurking. She would be as cruel as he. She would show me the rites
of Oriental Tea even as she subjected me to the most degrading pleasures.
I wanted to be tested. There was no use kidding myself. It was too
late for that now, anyway. (Though it settles the nerves, lying a little to
yourself.) In my new body, just turned sixteen, I wanted to meet a man
who could really appreciate me and show me everything I needed to know
to be a woman. I wanted him to concentrate just on me, nobody else. I
wanted his full attention. I wanted him to tell me what I was, what I
must be, how I must act and behave. IÕd had enough of feminists with
their musty tomes, counseling abstinence, and my mom, dear fool, telling
me I must finish college first, and after that graduate school and then, as
a professional woman, I might meet some man who deferred to me as his
equal.
Here I was not equal, or superior, or inferior either, though I was
inexperienced. I was just me. Me with my breasts and their nippled
thorns, poking inquisitively into the stare of my master. His chest heaved,
he sighed. He was barechested and as I watched he began to unzip his
pants.
ÒKneel,Ó the Oriental, Katy, told me. I saw her as an extension of
him. His female side. She was not competition. They would train me
together. She was there to make sure I complied.
I knelt. There was a soft towel that had been laid on the floor,
perhaps by accident, perhaps for me. It was pink. It accepted my knees
and I dared to look up at my master. I watched as he tugged down his
zipper. I waited. A growth of hair appeared and I saw with a gasp that he
was wearing no underpants. I snake curled forth, its head still trapped in
his pants.
ÒPut out your tongue. Let him know you want him,Ó Katy told me.
She knelt beside me and reached round me and pinched one of my nipples to
make sure I complied.
I offered. I parted my lips and let him see the pinkness of my
tongue. It was wet. A dollop of my saliva pooled upon its curling surface.
I flattened my tongue and the saliva dropped off, fell to strike one of my
breasts.
With a huge explosive wangling extrusion, his cock burst from his
opened zipper. It greeted my eyes and seemed Alien-like; self-possessed,
harmful. It trembled with his need. Huge veins ran along its giant, tree-
trunk length and the head stood out purplish and raw. I found myself
gazing at his pee hole. As I watched, a spermy glob of pre-cum emerged
from his pee slit and hung waiting.
ÒLick it,Ó Katy told me.
ÒNo!Ó I protested. I was in Kindergarten again, learning of Strangers.
Katy grabbed my blonde hair and shoved my face forward. I tried to close
my lips but she forced me forward so fast I found him wide within my
mouth, choking me, ramming into me and filling me and making me gag.
With a slow, sadistic wry laugh, Katy eased my head back until
MasterÕs penis popped from my lips. She waited. I gazed with my head
gripped by her, my chin flung back, up into my MasterÕs eyes. Gradually,
knowing I must, knowing I could not refuse, I extended my tongue again. It
touched his pee hole. I flicked it. I soothed the flat of my tongue against
it. And Katy, moving my head forward as I accepted the contact, made me
take him full in my mouth again.
ÒYes. Suck,Ó Katy ordered. I suckled his cock like a baby mouthing a
cucumber. He was so big! I could hardly do him justice with my little
mouth. But I tried. I tried my best, and that was what they were after. I
must perform to the best of my ability, I must not hold back, not anything,
and I must be willing to learn all I could.
Master watched me suck him. He was big beyond belief and he knew
thatÕs what IÕd come for. I could not tolerate boys. I needed men. And I
needed, in my needing, Men with big Ones, as little girls delicately put it.
ÒShe should have the taste of you, Master,Ó Katy told her employer.
He laughed. They both laughed, as he let himself cum, spurting and
spurting and spurting into my mouth, and I gobbled at his cock and tried to
swallow him all.
I failed miserably. His sperm gushed over my chin and splattered my
breasts and ran down my tummy into my sweet nest of curls. A puddle
formed on the towel. His essence. His sperm, saved for me, but now lost
due to my inexperience.
ÒYou have much to learn,Ó Master told me. I looked up at him wide-
eyed, my mouth limned with his sperm and feeling abashed.
Katy lifted me up by my hair. She turned me to face her. She was
naked as I, her breasts hanging free, full and plump and with nipples risen.
She had a dough-eyed face, round and Japanese, with a perky nose and a
long swan-like throat. She mashed my mouth to hers. I felt her breasts,
quite large for an Oriental, crush themselves against mine. ÒLet me clean
you,Ó she said, and her tongue stabbed into my mouth, not asking
permission, just sticking itself in as if I were owned by her. My mouth
was hers and my body was hers and as I felt her palms against my bottom,
hefting it, grabbing me and pulling me to her, I knew I was not myself
anymore but theirs.
Our games had begun upstairs. TheyÕd made me undress the minute I
stepped into their house. Out back, on their porch, theyÕd shown me their
patio. A blanket covered its cement surface to protect my bare feet. And
my knees. They made me kneel and drink from a dog food bowl.
ÒThe water is fresh. I just poured it before you arrived,Ó Katy told
me. ÒItÕs Perrier. Drink it all.Ó She led me forward to the bowl. I glanced
back at her, at Him, the man who would be my Master here. My blonde hair,
long and soft and beautiful, catching glints of the setting sun, swirled
around my frightened face. And then I knelt. It was awkward, kneeling
before a dog dish. I had to get right down and not use my hands. They
were still free then. I put my palms on the carpet and felt my breasts
swing freely under me as I put my mouth down to the dog dish. In back, my
bottom, sheathed in my jeans out on the street, now bulged freely behind
me. I felt the crack of my small tight seat open as I bent down to tongue
the dish.
I kissed the water. It was cool. The dish had my name on it.
ÒKelly,Ó it read. TheyÕd personalized it just for me. Dutifully I lapped at
the water. My bosoms, like gourds, hung and swung under me. My nipples
were stiff and they grazed the blanket.
ÒDrink it all. You must pee for us, like a doggie,Ó Katy said. She
stood over me, watching, holding the whip IÕd brought with me for them to
beat me with. It had been required. I had no choice in that, none at all,
unless I chose not to come.
I lifted my head. I felt rebellious. They had a marvelous backyard
pool and IÕd never skinny dipped in my life. I watched the water ripple
across it in the wind and expected weÕd swim in it.
ÒWill we swim?Ó I asked simply.
ÒNo,Ó Katy replied. She opened a parasol over my heinie. I felt the
rays of the setting sun, warm a moment ago, blocked and kept out by the
parasol. Under its shadow my bottom was cool. A mountain breeze kissed
my ass cheeks, as if urging them wider apart.
ÒWhy?Ó I asked.
ÒNot Ôtil after dark, love. You must stay out of the sun. You must
protect your skin.Ó
I glanced up at her. A lock of my hair fell into the bowl and became
wet in it. She was Oriental, and her skin was white, delicate. Her hair
was rich and black and it tumbled down in strands over her shoulders
where her simple coiffure was coming undone.
ÒBut,Ó I breathed. She held the parasol in one hand the whip IÕd
brought in the other.
ÒYou have lovely skin,Ó Katy said, looking down at me. ÒIÕll enjoy
marking it.Ó
ÒIÕd rather sun myself,Ó I said. I was beginning to feel weak in the
knees. IÕd have run and bolted away if the man behind me werenÕt so
gorgeous. Just showing my bottom to him made me moisten between my
thighs.
ÒOf course. Most American girls would,Ó Katy replied. ÒStupid girls.
YouÕll learn to care for your skin here. YouÕll have lots of practise.Ó
Katy began unbuttoning her top. Slowly, flicking the buttons apart
as if they were Origami folds she wished to open. I saw her bosoms stir,
feeling their growing freedom. She wore no bra. In the sunlight I could
see her nipples looming within the fabric. As I looked up, crouched like a
little rabbit, watching her bare herself, she bent low and hit me.
ÒYeeowch!Ó I blurted. But I was so amazed by her delicacy that I
didnÕt stop looking up at her, despite the line that burned across my
bottom. A tear came to my eye. It ran down my cheek and plopped into the
my water bowl.
Katy had used the switch IÕd given her. It was a light, well made
horse whip, not too thin, made for breaking in ponies. IÕd chosen the
safest one I could find. I remembered JasmineÕs crop, long and icicle-like,
thin to make me smart and burn and hop.
ÒShe tried to get out of her obligations by buying a toy,Ó Sauron
observed. His voice was deep and gravelly. He loomed over my bottom,
eyeing it.
ÒItÕs not a toy, Master, itÕs a pony whip,Ó Katy said. ÒWe can whip
her longer with it.Ó
ÒGive her rump another slash,Ó Sauron said. ÒI like seeing her fanny
bounce.Ó
Katy complied. The whip struck my ass and my face bounced forward
into my water bowl! Sobbing, my hands flying back to protect my cheeks, I
lifted my face from the water. It dripped with Perrier and I looked up at
Katy. She released the last button on her blouse and her bosoms tumbled
down into my face, her leaning over me, her eyes soft but her hand
upraised to strike me again if her Master ordered it.
ÒFinish the water,Ó I heard behind me. Katy straightened. I bent my
head and gulped the water in my bowl as fast as I could. Behind me, I kept
my hands on my fanny. It hurt where sheÕd hit me. I hoped that was all
they wanted.
KatyÕs blouse fluttered to the ground. I watched her slim ankles
from the corner of my eye, still lapping at my water, and saw her skirt
descend. Her panties followed.
And then they took me downstairs. As I felt my thighs rub against
KatyÕs stockinged legs I knew I was completely theirs now, just a pet, all
my needs seen to but made to surrender myself completely. I felt Katy
part my bottoms and Master, walking behind me, stuck his finger right up
against my hole. He had a slick fingertip. HeÕd wet it in the dribblings of
his own sperm.
I felt him intrude.
ÒYouÕre tight,Ó he told me. Gasping, my bottoms forcibly parted by
his housekeeper, I could barely reply. When I did my breath spoke into
KatyÕs open mouth.
ÒYessss,Ó I hummed. Katy fed within my lips, licking up her MasterÕs
sperm that heÕd deposited there. I felt her tongue draw back and I licked
at her tongue with mine, retrieving some of His sperm, keeping it for
myself.
ÒYou will have to be opened,Ó Master said to me in my hot burning
ears. I felt his finger stab deep between the cheeks of my ass.
ÒYeth,Ó I managed. My tongue was caught by KatyÕs teeth and she bit
it. Lightly, but holding it fast so that I couldnÕt speak. I pushed my
bottom back. It hurt, I didnÕt want to, but my need was great. His finger
sank deeper still in my hole.
He twisted his finger. I jerked. I called out his name, hoping for
mercy. Sauron, as he liked to be called. Such a silly name, I thought, but
his voice over the phone had lured me anyway. To my stunned surprise heÕd
matched the Wizard exactly. Stubble-faced, as if just growing a beard,
with a long aquiline nose and slim, greedy lips. His eyes sparkled at me
when we met, just as they sparkled now as he impaled my bottom with his
finger.
ÒSauron! No!Ó I begged. He twisted his finger again and Katy, the
evil female he loved best, shoved me backward as she nursed his seed
from my mouth.
ÒAckckgh!Ó I cried. My lips broke from KatyÕs. I felt as if a big
barbecue poker had been stuck up my ass. SauronÕs finger was in to the
hilt now, stretching my hole, making me wish I was safe at home doing
homework.
I was kept wiggling there for several minutes, pinned between Katy
and Master. She had the grip of a tigress. Even as she pushed her soft
bosoms into mine she kept my ass open in back. Her slim fingers were like
wires of steel against my bottom, impressing themselves in my flesh,
making me open to Him and receive him. Sauron, laughing gently, as if
watching a small dog perform tricks, twisted his finger to and fro in my
fanny. I yelped. Each twist was like a hot poker being driven inside me.
ÒYou will have to learn to endure much more than this if you expect
to take my cock properly,Ó Sauron laughed at me.
At last, gasping, putting my hands to my face as Katy let go of me, I
was permitted to stand unmolested.
Letting her bottom swing freely, showing it off as if it were a
trophy (for indeed any man would have died for a chance to sink into it),
Kelly walked to a bureau.
The lights were low. Much of the dungeon remained in darkness. I
had seen none of it yet, save the items inside the door. A carpentry space,
with a buzz saw lying between its shield and its business end. Safe,
except from prying hands and fingers. I promised myself never to touch it,
and to remember where it was. Above it, on a shelf, lay hammers and
screwdrivers. Bits of wood and sawdust were scattered about the work
table. And next to it, on a bureau that held a lamp, was a dogÕs collar.
Katy picked it up with two fingers, as if afraid to touch it. She brought it
to me.
ÒI donÕt need a collar,Ó I protested, but she looped it around my neck.
She slipped the collarÕs tongue through its buckle. Then, with me standing
shivering, afraid and naked, Sauron looming behind me, Katy walked back
to the bureau. This time she returned with a small padlock. She put it
through my collar. With a click, she secured the collar to my neck.
ÒThere. You do need a collar my dear. Have you ever tried to catch
hold of a dog that isnÕt collared? Or a kitty?Ó
ÒItÕs difficult,Ó I gulped. Katy circled one of my nipples with her
fingertip. She kissed my nose.
ÒYes, but now youÕll be less difficult, hmmm?Ó Katy asked. I said
nothing. ÒLet me find you a leash. WeÕre going out in public!Ó
ÒWhat?Ó I gasped. With Sauron behind me I remained standing, but I
was really freaking out now. Here I was, absolutely shuddering with
sensitivity, my whole body a violin of response, and they were taking me
out to meet other people?Ó
There were several leashes hanging on the wall. Katy selected a red
one and brought it to me. She clipped it around my collar. ÒHere, my dear,
we live by MasterÕs schedule. He has cum. He doesnÕt need any more sex
right now. But heÕs dying to show you off.Ó She ran a finger through my
pubic curls. Within my lips I felt drenched, and she knew it.
Katy bumped her hips against mine. Our curls meshed. ÒI have to
cum too, love. But IÕve learnt obedience,Ó she sighed. I felt her navel rise
and touch mine, both of us seeking, our tummies rubbing, our ÔinnieÕ belly
buttons as useless as our sighs were.
ÒCome, letÕs get you cleaned up a little,Ó Katy said to me. ÒWe can
shower together.Ó She looked at her Master. ÒPrudishly, of course, like
good girls,Ó she said to him with a smile.
We went upstairs and she bathed me. Her hands were careful. They
did not seek as theyÕd sought in the dungeon. Then, our shower over, she
helped me into a bikini selected by Master. It was composed mostly of
string. It could just pass on the beach, perhaps, if the lifeguard wasnÕt a
woman.
I found myself outside the door to an elegant cliff-top mansion.
Katy and I stood in our bikinis. I had to pull my bottoms from my ass
crack as she rang the doorbell. They were infuriating. Master had
purposely chosen bottoms that made me as sexy as possible. No simple
thong for him, or T-back. He liked to see girls covered properly, he told
me. Especially out in public. WeÕd parked by the curb, a few houses down.
There were several cars on the street. More people than just ourselves
had been invited to the mansion.
With my hands at my bottom, straightening my panties, I caught my
first look at our hostess. She was blonde, about 30, with the eyes of a
slut. There was no other way to describe it. She looked experienced, and I
saw to my surprise that her eyes fixed on me right away.
ÒWhat a pretty pet!Ó she smiled.
ÒHer nameÕs Kelly,Ó Katy said. She ran a finger along my bikini
bottoms and I felt them begin to inch toward my asscrack again.
ÒWell IÕm pleased to meet you, Kelly,Ó our hostess said to me. She
spoke to me as if I were a 5-year-old child. ÒMy nameÕs Miriam,Ó she said.
I said nothing back. I felt belittled by her. ÒSuch a perfect pet! She
doesnÕt even speak!Ó Miriam laughed. She looked beyond me, then, out to
the street. ÒI hope nobody saw her wearing that leash!Ó
ÒI kept it close to my body. Nobody saw,Ó Katy assured her. For in
addition to my heels and my glamourous earrings, and my uncomfortable
bikini, I wore my brown leather dogÕs collar with its red leash.
ÒLetÕs hope not!Ó Miriam said. She urged us inside. ÒI donÕt want the
cops busting me for my little business ventures,Ó she said in a hushed,
happy voice.
ÒYouÕre a madam?!Ó I blurted. Sauron shut the front door just as I
spoke.
ÒWhy yes, dear, your MasterÕs paying me to bring you here,Ó Miriam
smiled. She touched my face. ÒCome, letÕs show you to the other guests.
And no talking, please. YouÕre a pet, not a person.Ó Miriam spun on her
heels and walked away. Katy tugged at my leash and we followed. I gazed
at MiriamÕs bottom. She wore panties like mine, for swimming, but of the
same cashmere mine were made of, certain to unravel if they got wet. I
liked teasing bikinis, made for just the sun and the sand and the pool deck.
But IÕd never worn such delicate, insubstantial ones as I now found myself
in. Katy had done some convincing to get me into them, reminding me of
the whip when I balked. And, to keep me happy, sheÕd worn the same kind.
Master, of course, wasnÕt held to the same standard. He got to put on new
stone-washed jeans, and a colored shirt with a collar. He just looked like
a young man dressed for a casual get-together. But Katy and I, wearing
our teensy bikinis, looked like girls who should know better. As Katy led
me by my leash I was forced to pull my undies out of my ass crack again. I
remembered a song, ÒStupid Girl,Ó and wondered if it was about me.
My bikini, so delicate I couldnÕt get it wet, was already moist with
my dew in my crotch. I wondered if IÕd start unravelling there. Worse, all
the water IÕd drunk from the dogÕs dish had yet to be allowed to come out.
I felt a tremor run through me as Miriam led Katy and I into her ballroom.
A dozen guests turned and greeted me with their eyes. All I could do was
shorten my steps and hope they didnÕt see how I was pressing my thighs
together. Sauron, behind me, gave a wicked laugh. He knew I had to go! I
prayed that the others didnÕt.
Fortunately, the other guests were dressed as sexily as I was. The
females, that is. The males wore casual clothes like MasterÕs. As for the
girls, some wore vinyl swimsuits. They promised to get hot in the sun,
but it was night now. Still, their vinyl tops and bottoms had little zippers
on them. The cups of their bras offered zippers for unzipping their
nipples. Their panties, though zipped at the moment, could be undone
where their nether lips were. I wondered if their crotches were as moist
inside those little vinyl swimpouches as mine was. At least, if they had
to pee, they could unzip their lips. My labia lips were contained. I felt the
wetness of my excitement. I slid my hands along my thighs, hoping for a
chance at relief.
Most of the girls were young college girls. They had bodies as
fetching as mine and no inhibitions, apparently, about decking themselves
out in teeny bikinis to show everyone else how terrific they looked. All of
us wore bikinis not meant for the pool. Some were cashmere, like mine
and KatyÕs and MiriamÕs. Others were vinyl, their little zippers dangling
temptingly from half-covered bosoms and cunnies. Still other girls wore
leather, tied up with little string bows where the vinyl bikinis had
zippers. I imagined myself being made to kneel and untie, one by one, the
frustrating little bows that closed themselves over a strawberry blondeÕs
pubic hair. With master commanding me, IÕd no doubt have to use just my
teeth.
ÒHi!Ó the strawberry blonde said to me as I stared nervously at her
swimsuit. She looked at me unabashedly. Her eyes noticed where mine
were on her and she took it as more than I intended. ÒIs this your first
S&M orgy?Ó she asked, addressing my breasts as if they were me.
ÒY-Yes,Ó I replied. My voice trembled and felt my breasts shaking.
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó I added quickly. ÒI have to pee.Ó I gulped. I didnÕt mean to
make the admission but sheÕd looked like she was about to untie my top.
ÒOh!Ó Sharon laughed. I learned her name later, after weÕd fucked.
ÒThereÕs no worry about that! Come over to our pee pool!Ó She took my
hand, something IÕd not expected, or wanted, and led me over to a small
fountain set near the wall.
I tensed. I felt the crowd of people gather behind me. Looking over
my shoulder, quickly, afraid and nervous, I saw that perhaps half the dozen
or so guests had followed me. The rest continued their conversations.
Before me was a small bowl shaped pool made of rock. Within its
glassy surface, along one of its curving sides, lay a stone ledge.
ÒGet in, sit down on the ledge, and hang your feet down,Ó Sharon
explained, her hand still in mine. ÒThen just pee. The water will carry it
away. YouÕre the first of the evening, anyway, so if youÕre scared of
anything thereÕs no need to be. The waterÕs totally pure and natural.
ThereÕs no chlorine or anything, so it wonÕt sting you. ItÕs the same as
your bath water. HavenÕt you ever peed in the bath tub?Ó she laughed. I
saw from her brimming eyes that sheÕd done it at an older age than I had.
ÒWell, yes, when I was a grade-schooler,Ó I admitted. ÒBut IÕm
bigger now.Ó I stuck out my boobs to convince her.
ÒTake your panties off and get in,Ó Sharon told me. ÒYouÕre wiggling
your hips like a preschooler! IÕll pee with you if you like.Ó
ÒNo,Ó I replied. I looked up. Lovely ivy vines climbed the wall. The
pool lay quiet, waiting. Its water was still, but I sensed that somewhere
within it water was silently entering and exiting, passing fresh water in
from pipes and then draining the spent water away, outside, where it
watered the garden that was visible in the moonlight beyond the sliding
glass doors of the ballroom.
I stepped onto a step that led in three easy steps up to the
submerged shelf of the pool.
ÒTake off your bottoms first,Ó Sharon told me. She unclipped my
leash from my collar. Katy and Sauron did not object. The leash, at least,
I was glad to be rid of. Perhaps Miriam wouldnÕt shush me anymore when I
spoke.
I put my thumbs in my panties. They were stuck in my ass crack
again, but I was going to teach them a lesson for once. I didnÕt bother
untying them. I wanted to put them back on after I peed! I slid them down
my legs, wiggling, blushing, needing to pee more than ever.
ÒGod, what an ass!Ó a man behind me proclaimed.
ÒThatÕs another benefit of sitting in the pool,Ó Sharon laughed, happy
that I was obeying her. ÒIt lets you cool your bottom before weÕre all
whipped!Ó
I stopped lowering my panties. They hung round my knees. I looked
at Sharon, then at the others. I felt my bare bottomcheeks huddle and
tighten.
ÒJesus!Ó the man whoÕd admired my ass said. ÒHow old is she?Ó he
asked Sauron.
ÒJust sixteen,Ó Sauron replied. ÒAnd her ass is mine. Both for
punishment and for pleasure.Ó
ÒDonÕt be afraid of showing your bottom,Ó Sharon said to me. She
bent and pushed my panties down my calves. I stood, my hands on my
tummy, watching. I dared not clap my hands to my ass, to cover myself,
though I desperately wanted to.
I stepped out of my panties. I bent down and picked them up. I didnÕt
want to lose them, not in front of all these lusty males! (Not to mention
the females.) I turned, wondering who theyÕd be safe with, and finally
settled on Katy. Sharon wanted them, I think, but I pressed them into
KatyÕs hand with hope brimming in my eyes that IÕd get them back. She
smiled, said nothing. Nobody asked me to take off my heels.
ÒDrink a little more first,Ó Sharon said to me. She put a drink in my
hand. Feeling ridiculous, wearing just my bra, plus my open-toed pumps,
my earrings, and collar, I sipped the drink. It was champagne. ÒYouÕll feel
the whip a little less, hopefully, and pee more!Ó Sharon laughed. She had a
bubbly laugh that made you want to laugh with her. But I was too anxious
to laugh. Looking around me again, realizing I had no choice but to do as
they said, I stepped up the steps to the lip of the pool. It looked like it
could be used as a fountain, spurting water up from its middle, but the
fountain part was turned off. I hoped nobody turned it on while I was
using it to pee in!
I stepped into the pool, still wearing my heels. It was cool, almost
cold. I stepped on the submerged stone ledge. No more than half an inch of
water covered its surface. Daintily, worriedly, I put myself out on the
ledge. Its surface was smooth but not slippery. I knelt. I crawled with
my bottom suspended, spider like, across the bit of ledge and stepped
gently down into the basin of the pool. Then I sat down. My ass felt the
chill of the water.
With my bottom resting on the ledge and my heels plunged deep in
the pool, I looked down at myself and spread my thighs. I ran my fingers
along them, gazing at my pussy over the neatly-brassiered breasts of my
still modest bosom. My pussy lips cherished the coolness of the water. I
half expected them to release a cloud of steam.
I just had one problem. I couldnÕt release my pee! I guess I felt
pent-up. Who wouldnÕt? A dozen eyes stared at my half submerged nest,
waiting, watching my face, for it would tell the tale more than my pussy.
Sharon passed me my glass again. ÒDrink. It will help you go,Ó she
advised me. I sipped champagne. ÒNow piss!Ó she urged me. ÒJust do it!Ó
Drinking, listening as the guests spoke in hushed voices, I watched
the surface of the pool. And suddenly I realized IÕd begun to pee! Within
my cunny lips I felt a release, a spurting of fluid, an offering to the pool.
I peed and peed and peed, and looked happily up at the eyes around me as I
gasped out my relief at being able at last to empty my bladder.
ÒThankyou,Ó I said to Sharon. The final drink of champagne had done
the trick. IÕd never have tried it, or thought of it. I drank down the rest of
my glassful, enjoying the feeling of swallowing even as I peed. Then I
stood up.
ÒDonÕt you want to cool your bottom some more? YouÕll wish you
could, pretty soon!Ó Sharon laughed.
I stopped, considered. My finger touched my face contemplatively.
ÒOh get out, you silly girl!Ó Sharon sighed. She grasped one of my
hands and tugged. I rose up, acquiring a footing on the ledge again, and
passed over the lip of the pool and descended its steps.
ÒMay I please have my panties back?Ó I asked in a quavering voice.
Sharon smiled. Everyone smiled. Sharon slapped my fanny.
ÒWith an adorable bottom like that? Not on your life, honey,
especially since youÕve only got a limited time to show everyone how
pretty it is. Soon itÕll be marked, and youÕll be proud of it, IÕm sure, but it
wonÕt look like it does now! How white! How lovely!Ó KatyÕs two strokes
with the whip had faded away. The benefit of a pony whip, with a broad
lash.
Sharon pushed her fingertips into my back and walked me toward the
center of the room. ÒI want you to greet everybody and say ÔhelloÕ to
everyone before we get down to business!Ó she sighed. I wondered, as she
pushed me forward, whether she considered herself our hostess. But
Miriam said nothing, smiling as much as Sharon, and Sauron, my Master,
seemed amused by it all.
Bare ass naked, my cheeks still wet from the pool, I confronted the
few guests whoÕd remained behind to chit-chat. The others followed me,
laughing as my sweet rubbery cheeks jiggled atop my bare legs. I held my
drink like it was a life preserver.
ÒWell, hi! Did you have a nice pee?Ó A brunette woman asked me.
She was MiriamÕs age. Later I learned her name was Sandy. At the
moment I just stood speechless in front of her, thankful for my bra but
without my undies, Sharon at my back watching the drips from my ass as
they ran down my thighs and my calves. I looked like IÕd wet myself, dry
from the pussy up, but wet from my crotch to my toes. ÒKaty says you had
to go pretty badly,Ó Sandy said, with a smiling nod at my Master and his
housekeeper.
ÒTell us how badly you had to go,Ó the man with Sandy said. I balked.
I looked with wide eyes at his trousers and saw they were noticeably
ridged in the crotch.
ÒWell just enjoy yourself,Ó Sandy said to me, seeing I was too
speechless to talk. ÒI hope IÕm the lucky one who gets to eat your pussy!Ó
I stumbled about the room, Sandy introducing me to each of the
guests in turn. Several of the men held whips or riding crops, as if
waiting to use them. I shivered as I met them, gulping and finally
beginning to speak again. Just my name at first but then, as the ice broke
and I felt more comfortable, little bits about myself. What school I went
to, and what beach I liked to play at. I was in over my head and I knew it,
but I felt moist within my cunny lips still, long after my legs dried.
One by one guests took their turn in the pee pool. A lot of the girls
went before the guys felt the need. It was strange, watching, seeing a girl
pee, everyone looking at her as she did it. Of course, the water hid her
stream, but it still seemed obscene to me. As each girl peed she left her
panties on the floor by the pool. Nobody, I realized now, got to take off
their swimsuit and put it back on. Not indoors, where just ourselves
were, with nobody watching. Outside, in the garden perhaps, other rules
would prevail. But within the walls of the house we could do as we
pleased; provided of course, a girl didnÕt mind doing without her panties.
None of the girls seemed to miss their undies. Not Sharon, or Katy,
or Sandy. Slowly, the panties accumulated by the side of the pool, where
the steps led up to its lip. I held my drink as I watched each girl. Each
commented on how cold the water felt. And how grateful she was for a
chance to soak her butt in cool water before the whippings began.
As each girl smiled and palmed the water, testing it, sitting down in
it, speaking of her delight at a quick dip and pee before she was whipped, I
realized all this talk had to add up to something. IÕd hoped, in my naivete,
that everyone was just teasing. IÕd thought perhaps that they were all
trying to fool me. But each girl got out with the same bottom-quivering
look, clasping her hands beneath her chin, watching the others, feeling
herself watched, and accepted a drink with more anxiety than sheÕd
showed before getting into the pool.
I spied a girl no more than a year older than me and walked up to her.
SheÕd just peed a little while ago, and she was standing, fretfully, I
thought, by herself in a space on the floor. Most of the guests had moved
close to the pool to watch the first guy undress for his pee. I wanted to
watch, but figured I catch at a chance to talk to somebody normal.
ÒHi,Ó I whispered. She looked up at me. SheÕd been plying her soft
belly with her fingers.
ÒHi,Ó she blushed.
ÒWhatÕs the matter?Ó I asked.
ÒI forgot my pill,Ó she said in a hushed voice.
ÒDo you think youÕll get pregnant?Ó I asked.
ÒDo you think weÕll get fucked?Ó she replied.
ÒI donÕt know. How did you get here?Ó I asked.
ÒI met...Ó I knew before she answered. A guy she couldnÕt resist. A
guy who promised to teach her and challenge her. And now here she was,
just like me, at this crazy party where everyone kept talking about getting
whipped.
ÒUnzip my bra,Ó she said to me. I looked surprised. ÒItÕs no use
fooling myself. ItÕs going to be unzipped sooner or later, by somebody. My
boyfriend... I mean, my Master, said I mustnÕt do it myself. Do it for me.Ó
Her words were hushed, urgent.
ÒOkay,Ó I replied. She seemed like a friend in need. I took hold of
the little zipper at the top of her bra cup, her right cup. I pulled down.
ÒCareful! My nippleÕs underneath!Ó she cautioned me.
ÒSorry!Ó I gasped. I pulled more slowly, and watched, mesmerized,
as the white skin of her flawless boob began to bulge through the
unzipping crack in her bra cup. She kept her eyes on my fingers, worried
she might get cut by the zipper. It passed over her nipple. Her teat sprang
out. I drew the nipple lower and her entire breast, or as much as could get
through the cracked open cup, protruded through. I did the other cup next.
ÒYou have nice nipples,Ó I said when I was finished.
ÒThanks,Ó she said, and blushed.
ÒWhatÕs your name?Ó I asked.
ÒJennifer.Ó she paused. Her face blushed to a deeper hue. ÒAnd
whatever you say, donÕt say, Ôyou have nice fur, Jennifer.ÕÓ
I smiled. I looked down at her bush. It was as lovely and brown as
the hair that hung from her head. ÒOkay, I wonÕt,Ó I replied. ÒBut you do.Ó
ÒThanks,Ó Jennifer said. She slipped her fingers within her thighs.
ÒDo you?Ó I wanted to ask but I couldnÕt.
ÒWhat?Ó she asked.
ÒNothing,Ó I answered.
She took my hand. ÒCum, letÕs go watch the men pee,Ó she urged.
ÒYes!Ó I said, relieved. For a moment I thought we would make love
to each other, and I didnÕt want that! We were just girlfriends, I promised
myself, as I walked hand in hand with her across the room. But, in that
moment, moist as a dewy morning between our thighs, weÕd almost been
more. We needed men. Badly. Even if they intended to whip us.
There were just enough people in the room that I wondered if my
mother might be amongst them. Not, you know, to party, but to find me. I
suppose boys have the same feelings, reading a porno magazine at the
mall, standing in front of Seventeen and Jack and Jill and wondering if
theyÕll find someone who knows them looking over their shoulder. ÔOh
hello, girl who I was hoping to ask out...just thought IÕd jerk off before I
came, uh, over to see you!Õ Or, worse, the boy would look at the porno
magazine, and then go call on the girl. And her little sister would answer.
ÔArenÕt you the guy I saw at the mall reading porno magazines?Õ sheÕd ask
him, and then, knowing it was, sheÕd break into giggles.
Well, amongst all my worries, I found myself wondering if my mom
might suddenly pop out of the crowd. ÔWhere are your panties?Õ sheÕd ask.
I still had my bra on. But IÕd have to look down, at my bush, and then tell
her guiltily, ÔThey made me take them off.Õ And when my eyes met hers
again sheÕd know, weÕd both know, that I was lying. That I was being
naughty. Maybe as far as the public was concerned, sheÕd claim I was
forced to strip, but as far as she I were concerned, sheÕd know it was me.
Here sheÕd tried her best to raise me, all by herself, and I was walking
around at a party showing everybody my bush!
I felt my face growing red. Jennifer squeezed my hand harder. I
think she had the same thoughts. Oh, we were too young to play these
games, yet here we were, and I sensed that neither of us was leaving.
WeÕd clasp each otherÕs hands and use that as our excuse for staying. I
looked at her breasts. Her leather bra cups were unzipped and her bosoms
hung out, full and firm and young, showing all she had, her nipple tips hard
and wanting. JenniferÕs belly shivered with each of her gasping breaths. I
saw her eyes catch sight, though the crowd, of a man peeing in the pool.
And I could almost feel her pussy lips growing wetter as she saw him.
Standing on tip toe, bobbing to the right so I could see through the
same opening sheÕd found, I saw the man. He looked like an ad for Calvin
Klein underwear, except heÕd taken his underwear off. He lowered his
hairy butt into the smooth water of the pool. Its glassy surface broke.
His enormous testicles, bulging with his seed, seemed as if they were the
first to find the seat of stone upon which he was to sit.
His ass splashed down. His legs spread in satisfaction. The water
was cold, but he seemed not to mind. His dick stuck up, spoutlike. It was
completely above the water, for his big balls, resting beneath it, kept it
elevated above the waterÕs rippling surface. But it would make water, in a
minute.
The man looked at his dick and raised a hand, as if to masturbate
himself.
ÒDonÕt touch!Ó Miriam, our hostess, said anxiously from the side of
the pool.
ÒHey, IÕm paying for this,Ó the man replied. I gulped a little gulp. I
know Jennifer did to. He was paying Miriam just like guys used to pay
Heidi Fleiss. To fuck. We were what he was paying for. Except, as slaves
of our masters, we wouldnÕt see any of the money.
ÒItÕs my pool, and you canÕt cum in it if I say so,Ó Miriam insisted.
ÒJust pee. Show us how much you drank. I saw you drinking, now pee it
out like youÕre supposed to!Ó
The man rolled his eyes. He looked at himself, his quivering dick. It
was huge and dry, suspended above the water, yet with pre-cum leaking
from its tip. Suddenly, as if in a burst of virility, the manÕs pee sprouted
from his cockhead. It arched in a lovely stream across the water and
landed between his legs, out by his knees. I watched in fascination as he
peed relentlessly, for what seemed like a whole minute. The whole room
was silent. All eyes were fixed on his glorious cock, and all that could be
heard was the sound of his urine.
And then he was done. The stream died and we were left just
looking, watching his pee slit, as if more would come. But it didnÕt.
Except for a little drop or two, nothing more came. He rose. He was wet
from the waist down and he seemed enraged by the spectacle heÕd made of
himself, as if only a good, immediate fuck would allay his anger.
Miriam reached for him and caught his wrist. He was big and
brawny, but her little hand twisted at his wrist as if he could be
controlled like a small child. She guided him as he came down the steps
from the pool. And she managed to put him back into the crowd. I stood
amazed at her power. Would I ever control big men like that someday?
Miriam called the next man forward. He sauntered up to the edge of the
pool and casually stuck his dick over its edge.
ÒThis is stupid,Ó the man said. He aimed his dick and stood ready to
fire.
Miriam slapped his ass. ÒGet in, you bad boy! IÕm not about to have
you pee in my pond like a menÕs urinal!Ó she scolded him. He jerked a little
as she slapped him. He was so big and strong that even a good hearty slap
like sheÕd given him barely annoyed him. His dick waggled. His big balls
jiggled between his thighs. Seeing that honey would have to be used, since
vinegar had proven quite useless, Miriam kissed his shoulderblade. ÒPlus,
you need to chill your balls down,Ó she said admiringly. I saw her hand
disappear between his legs. He jerked, more responsively this time, as
she gave his balls a prying squeeze with her fingers.
Up the steps the man went. His cock and balls bounced like obscene
Christmas decorations on the front of his body. He seemed weighed down
by them, as if they were foreign objects stuck on by naughty elves to make
him look ridiculous. I was still young enough that seeing a man, with all
his equipment displayed, looked odd to me. What WAS all that stuff? A
huge thingy sticking out in front, with absolutely noplace for him to put
it, and giant balls hanging down like ripe fruit, except they had hair all
over them!
The man stepped into the pool. He slushed his way across the stone
seat and dropped his wet feet down into the depths. The water came up
almost to the tops of his calves. He plopped his bottom down. Sitting on
the hard stone seat, shivering a little at the waterÕs chilliness, he showed
us his cock. He had a rainspout one just like the other man had, big and
wide and long and totally hard. He eyed us, then smiled and let loose his
pee.
I heard myself screaming. Jennifer screamed too. It was so
awesome! HeÕd found OUR eyes before peeing, looked right at us! He peed
for us and we watched him breathlessly. I gasped when his pee stream
stopped. IÕd gone without air for at least a minute, so amazed was I by it
all, watching him, he watching me.
The man obviously wanted to cum but peeing was all that Miriam
would permit. He stood up and climbed back onto the seat, not minding at
all, IÕm sure, the fact that he showed us his hairy ass and his ass crack as
he mounted the seat. He swaggered to the poolÕs edge and then came down
the stone steps.
Miriam called the next man forth. Our hero, the one whoÕd found
Jennifer and me in the crowd, waded through the people and came up to
speak to us. His girlfriend, intercepting him, clung to his arm. She was
20ish, with shoulder-length blonde hair that sheÕd permed into a cluster
of cascading curls. She shook her hair back and eyed us with catÕs eyes;
wanton, unremorseful. I felt like a little canary under her gaze.
ÒLetÕs fuck,Ó the man said to me. His words were blunt and direct.
He placed his hands on my hips, eyeing Jennifer as he spoke to me. His
thing stuck itself in my belly button. I was shorter than he was.
ÒWe want to party first,Ó Jennifer said quietly. Her voice was meek,
like that of a schoolgirl who hopes to be overruled by her teacher.
ÒA quick fuck wouldnÕt hurt anything darling,Ó the manÕs female
lover chimed in. ÒIt wouldnÕt take very long and it would make you calmer
for the party.Ó
Jennifer looked at me. I could see in her eyes she wanted to. Did she
need permission? Did she think her mom would appear and write her a
permission slip?
ÒThat bra youÕre wearing. DonÕt those metal zippers scrape your
bosoms?Ó the manÕs lover asked. I learned later her name was Colette.
ÒA-A little,Ó Jennifer replied. ColetteÕs fingertips touched
JenniferÕs breasts. She hefted the cones and slipped her fingers
protectively between the open zipper halves and JenniferÕs bosoms. Then,
removing her fingers, Colette reached around behind Jennifer and
unsnapped her bra. Carefully, so as not to scrape her nipples, Colette
lifted off JenniferÕs bra.
ÒCome,Ó Colette urged. She reached for JenniferÕs hand. Together
they headed for a private bedroom. ColetteÕs lover, whom I learned later
was named John, turned me around. With my bottom bare, he made me
walk in front of him, his eyes pasted to my ass and his cock bobbing
behind me like a snake, ready to bite.
We stepped into a hallway. Colette led Jennifer to a door and they
peeked inside. ÒOoops! ItÕs a study,Ó Colette sighed. She closed the door
and we went on down the hall to the next room. It proved to be the
kitchen. The next room, however, contained a bed, and we slipped inside.
Colette closed the door and locked it.
ÒGet on the bed,Ó Colette said in a no-nonsense voice to Jennifer. My
friend went to the bed, and turned down its covers. I could see she was
scared. Her knees were quivering and almost knocking together with her
fear. But at the same time her ass was gyrating in the most alluring little
circles, all hot and bothered and eager.
ÒGet in!Ó Colette said, and slapped JenniferÕs ass. Jennifer yelped.
She crawled up into the bed and immediately lay down and pulled the
covers over her. Colette, having none of that, pulled the covers back down.
ÒLet me see those fairy-tale bosoms of yours,Ó Colette said hotly. She
grabbed JenniferÕs bosoms and squeezed them brutally. She lowered her
face to them and bit at one of JenniferÕs nipples.
ÒOhch!Ó Jennifer cried. Her eyes gaped wide as Colette snapped at
each of her hard, upstanding nipples. The woman showed little
appreciation now. She pried at JenniferÕs nipples with her teeth as if they
were bottlecaps that had to be yanked off of bottles.
John tugged at the drawstring that held up my bra. It was tied in a
neat bow upon my back. I clapped my hands to my breasts to save myself
but I felt the drawstring on my back unravel under JohnÕs fingers. He put a
palm to the back of my head and bent my head forward and loosed the
drawstring that hid under my hair at the back of my neck.
I found myself holding my bra. Clasping it to my breasts, all its
strings undone. It was my last morsel of modesty and I didnÕt want to
lose it. I stared at John with wide, frightened eyes. His face was
implacable. He showed no feeling whatever, just an iron will. It seemed
to concentrate itself in his eyes and in his penis. Both looked hard as
steel. They demanded my complete obedience. Wildly I turned to Jennifer
for help. But she was on her back on the bed, suffering already, Colette
biting at her tits as if they were Christmas sweetmeats.
ÒBend over,Ó John said to me. He didnÕt exactly give me a choice. I
found my view of JenniferÕs plight interrupted as he shoved me forward to
the bed and, banging my thighs against it, made me bend over until my face
was in the rumpled covers. I still held my bra to myself. I felt him pry
my thighs apart. His cockhead stabbed at my moist cunny. He pierced it.
ÒGod, youÕre tight!Ó John said regretfully. I felt his shaft try to
enter me. I seemed to close upon him and he could not get himself up me.
He reached round and palmed me between my legs, quite roughly, as if
manhandling me upon my spot would excite me enough to force me to open
myself to him. Realizing that IÕd saved my bra only to lose my cunny, I let
go of it. I was in very hot water now. I had a man I didnÕt even know
shoving his cock up my cunt. I fingered the covers of the bed and wondered
what I could do. Was this the fate of all women? To meet a male and be
bent over by him and forced, yes forced, to take him? It did no good asking
permission in the end, did it? A girl did not want to be asked for
permission. She wanted to meet her match, and to be outdone. I was
undone, I realized, as my foe found me wet and ready. Slick within, my
tightness could not save me from him for long. He shoved within me and
felt me resist. But, at the same time, a new juicing of desire moistened
within me and made the part of his cock that was in me all wet. I sensed I
would lose our little battle and, enjoying my tightness now, he sensed I
would lose it too. We communicated with our loins. Our faces couldnÕt
see each other but our private parts touched, felt each other,
communicated in tremors and in sprinklings of wetness.
ÒOh! Oh! Oh!Ó Jennifer meanwhile cried. Turning my head just a
little, afraid for my friend even as much as I was for myself, I saw
Colette reach under the pillow at JenniferÕs head. She drew out a length
of silk rope. It was white. I guessed that Miriam must have secreted it
there, for partiers to use at their leisure.
Jennifer was given no leisure. Colette grabbed her wrists and flung
them above her head. Then, obviously a graduate of the Girl Scouts,
Colette quickly tied JenniferÕs hands to the headboard. It was made of
brass and had convenient bars spaced across its length for the purpose, I
had no doubt, of just such a binding.
With her arms bound above her head, Jennifer presented her nipples
involuntarily to Colette. The woman, so concerned for the health of
JenniferÕs breasts in the ballroom, now picked up the crop sheÕd brought
with her and used it to torture JenniferÕs breasts. She caught the loop at
the tip of her crop around one of JenniferÕs nipples.
ÒMy, your breasts are so nice and big even when youÕre lying flat on
your back!Ó Colette said. She had nice breasts, but they were not as big as
JenniferÕs. Jennifer arched her back, hoping to throw off the woman whoÕd
mounted her tummy and showed no signs of anything now but utter
wickedness. ÒMy, you buck like a horse,Ó Colette said. ÒYouÕd think
somebody was going to punish your breasts!Ó And with that, to a scream
from Jennifer, Colette began striking her. The woman brought down her
crop right on JenniferÕs nipples, each in turn, striking with just the
leather loop at the tip of her crop. Each biting blow brought a gasp of
alarm from Jennifer, followed by a little scream. ÒTell your nipples to
quit sticking up like that!Ó Colette scolded. ÒNaughty! Naughty! Naughty!Ó
Again and again she brought the looped tip of her crop down on JenniferÕs
poor teats. Reaching back behind herself with one hand, Colette found
JenniferÕs spot between her thighs and fondled the girl. Colette, despite
her suffering, kept her thighs apart. Colette would only whip her more
mercilessly if she tried to close her legs to the woman.
I, meanwhile, having won a reprieve as John and I stared at
JenniferÕs plight, suddenly found myself on the receiving end of his cock.
HeÕd never left me, but had held it within me while we both looked, the
two of us amazed, for the moment, at the luscious sight of poor Jennifer
having her nipples whipped. I pitied her, yet having never seen such a
thing I found it impossible not to look, and be amazed, and forget, for a
moment, the bulging presence within the opening of my cunt. Now,
however, with renewed strength and energy, John burrowed into me and I
was forced to open myself to his presence.
He was pressure. He was insistence. Above all, he was large. His
wide cockhead split me like a plum and he stabbed up within me, making
me gasp, making me take all of him. I found myself impaled on his dick
and there was absolutely nothing I could do to rid myself of him. I bucked
my hips, but that only let him go deeper.
ÒDo that again,Ó John told me.
ÒNo!Ó I gasped. But he seized my hips more viciously with his hands
and forced me to buck upon him. Soon I felt his grip lighten and found that
I was, indeed, obeying his command. I couldnÕt stop what heÕd started.
Biting my lower lip and doing my utmost to receive him without hurting
myself, I shoved my bottom repeatedly into his groin.
He began moving within me. Not just letting his shaft hammer me as
I bounced my bottom against him, but actually shoving himself back and
forth, in deep, long strokes, inside my wetness. I clung to him with the
folds of my sex. My entire form seemed to close on him, tightening my
grip on him even as I bucked my ass against him and he hammered me with
his own independent movements. I raised my face up off the bedcovers and
felt my bosoms shake underneath me as I held myself up with my palms
flat on the bed.
ÒYes! Yes! Yes!Ó I blurted. Jennifer, flat on her back on the bed,
howled as ColetteÕs fingerings at her spot brought her pleasure.
John held himself manfully as I gave him my best. I didnÕt care
anymore that my mom might appear and see me without my panties on. I
rammed my girlish ass against him like a lioness, my golden hair falling in
my eyes, my bosoms shaking beneath me like abandoned fruit, left to fend
for themselves in the rising wind of autumn.
ÒFuck me! Fuck me with your tit!Ó I heard as Colette, mounting one
of JenniferÕs pillowy bosoms, tried to force the cone of flesh into her
cunt. She could not find release upon JenniferÕs little peaked nipple, and
soon passed on to JenniferÕs face, where she sat her pussy down on the
girlÕs gasping mouth.
ÒMmmmf! Mmmmmf!Ó I blathered, bucking against my steed. John
groaned as, Indian-like, I made my bare waist a thing of vaselike
movements, back and forth and back and forth and back again, sleek and
unending in its demands. Gripped within me, splitting me but yet,
ultimately, captive to me, John found his huge organ immersed within the
pleasurable sensations of Need. The Need that builds and builds until you
are straining, yearning, eager to cum and yet not wanting to lose it. I felt
a tension within my womb, knowing I must release myself upon him, let
myself ride a great balling orgasm. And I knew he must feel it too, but in
his case it must be more desperate still, for his Need would result in him
losing his precious seed. Deep in my hungering womb. Where my eggs lay.
The eggs that would make him a father. Had I taken my pill? In my
bouncing squirmings I couldnÕt remember now. Perversely, I hoped I
hadnÕt. I wanted him to impregnate me. Let his little moment of folly
bind him to me forever. And then, as I felt his organ swell with his
impending release, I realized I didnÕt know his name. Later I found out it
was ÔJohn,Õ never learning his last name. How could I finger a man I didnÕt
know? He would escape, and leave me with child, alone in the world and
helpless.
A bursting within me. He came in me just as I came upon his
enormous prick. There was no time for second thoughts, for newfound
reservations. His seed flooded into my womb, hot, copious. I found myself
drowning inside, so wet and sticky and fulsome was his spurting.
Jennifer, meanwhile, abandoned with her spot half-tickled, but
unfulfilled, bucked her bare hips upon the sheet of the bed as her mouth
was pinned down and forced to lick within ColetteÕs nest.
I received. All of JohnÕs sperm, possibly all heÕd ever made in his
life, came spurting from his balls, 30 years worth of seed made in his
testicles and saved up just for me. For my womb, for my eggs that
simmered inside me, begging for fertilization. I mouthed the bedcovers. I
bit them. I knew I was bad and deserved whatever he gave me. In and out
he shoved himself, sluicing in the wetness of my juices and his spouting
seed. We climaxed together. It was the perfect merging of two healthy
young bodies. His, hairy and strong and demanding; mine sleek and small
and yet just as eager for him as he was for me, the two of us slamming
our hips back and forth like joined serpents. Poor Jennifer offered her
hips to us but we ignored her. Her bush was left to bounce upon the bed,
unattended, she hearing our cries as her own mouth was forced to feed in
the wet moistness of ColetteÕs pussy.
Our course completed at last, our combat finished, John withdrew
his hardness from me. I stood up. I brushed back my hair. How does one
compose oneself after such an intimate joust? I saw JenniferÕs eyes
staring upward, and looked, and saw a mirror there, on the ceiling. She
had seen all. I smiled at her. She stared blankly at me, her nose in
ColetteÕs bush and her mouth feeding within the womanÕs pussy. I turned
to John. I smiled at him. I looked down at his organ and saw it was
declining in strength. I touched his drippy cockhead. It enlarged a little
at my touch, then continued its shrinkage. Men are so strange. How do
they become so big if their wieners are really so small? His hugeness
withered away. I wanted to bend down and kiss him back to life but he
turned away. He was done with me. He went looking for our room key and
found it on a dresser by the door. He unlocked our door and went out. I
watched his hairy ass as he rounded the corner and left me without so
much as saying goodbye.
Still, he had given me his best. I felt like running after him but I
didnÕt. I turned instead to Jennifer. We were friends. WeÕd promised,
with our eyes, to protect each other at the party. I spied ColetteÕs crop
lying on the bed. I picked it up. It was payback time.
WHACK! I slammed the crop against the soft, bulging whiteness of
ColetteÕs ass. It was a pretty ass, but I was mad at her for getting me
raped and for biting JenniferÕs pretty pink nipples.
ÒOh, God!Ó Colette cried. She clapped her hands to her bottom and
her head flung itself back. I watched as the red line IÕd burned into her
posterior made her squirm upon JenniferÕs mouth, and I realized sheÕd
enjoyed it.
ÒDid you like that?Ó I gasped. I was angry at her, and appalled. How
could a woman like having her hiney whacked? I mean, if a man insists,
for his own wicked pleasure, I guess a girl can find enjoyment in making
him happy, accepting her fate, letting him work his will on her. But there
were no men here now. There was just me, and Jennifer, and Colette. I
smacked her hands with the crop and she yanked them off her bottom. She
shoved her ass back at me, begging for more.
I gave her another blow, and another, in rapid succession. I wanted
her off my friend. Colette, finding my blows harder and harder, found her
bare bottom was less prepared for my punishment than sheÕd thought. I
showed her no mercy. I hoped each stroke of mine, however imprecisely
and weak-wristedly I delivered it, still very much a novice, made a big
welt across her ass. I tried my best to hurt her. Colette bucked and
moaned and ground her pussy into JenniferÕs face. Jennifer, I realized,
was getting the worse for it, her poor face practically smashed within
ColetteÕs cunt, but I didnÕt know how else to help her. Might I wrestle
Colette off her? Colette was sleek and firm and I knew she would just
overpower me. I had to stay back, yet punish her enough to get her off my
friend.
Suddenly Colette tensed. She was cumming. I watched in horror as
Colette mushed her pussy upon JenniferÕs poor mouth and orgasmed. I
sensed Jennifer, if only to rid herself of the woman, worked her tongue in
ColetteÕs slit and pleasured her. Upon that stabbing tongue and attentive
wet mouth Colette issued forth her moist spendings. Then, tossing back
her hair and getting up from my friend as if she were rising off a toilet,
Colette climbed down off the bed. She looked at me, a little guiltily I
hoped, and then she caught my face in my hands and kissed me.
Our bedroom door was still open and she simply walked out, leaving
me with her lipstick on my lips, swinging her hips and reaching back to
cup her bottom. It must have hurt from all the blows IÕd delivered.
I looked at Jennifer. We were alone. We were bereft. Colette and
John had simply used us and left. We were guests at an orgy, I realized.
We were here to use each otherÕs bodies, and nothing more. We were like
children with a key to somebodyÕs candy shop, except our own bodies were
each otherÕs candy.
I climbed onto the bed. Jennifer, crying, offered me her bush. I
kissed it. It was furry. I looked at her, my nose buried in her bush, and
gave her a polite little lick. Did she wish for more? A bucking of her hips
showed me she did.
ÒChildren!Ó I heard from the doorway. My head bolted up and I turned
to face my accuser. Was it mom? No, I breathed, in my relief. It was
Miriam. But I blushed all the same as she saw me with my nose sniffing
JenniferÕs quim. ÒCome, you two! We are going to have a dance now, and I
donÕt want you to miss it!Ó Miriam said. She strode into our borrowed
bedroom and gazed at us with loving eyes. ÒPoor girl! Has someone been
biting your nipples?Ó she asked Jennifer. There were hickeys all over
JenniferÕs sweet gourds where Colette had bitten her.
Jennifer, her wrists still bound to the headboard, could only stare up
at Miriam, guiltily, I thought, given the blush that suddenly flooded her
cheeks. Miriam bent and kissed each of JenniferÕs teats. ÒMmmmm!Ó
Miriam declared. She savored them, as if drawing nectar from them.
Jennifer, already blushing, gasped a little moan.
ÒThere, that should make them all better,Ó Miriam suggested,
showering JenniferÕs nipples with a series of little kisses. I, hoping to
make Jennifer happy, licked in her bush with little licks.
Miriam stood up. She untied JenniferÕs wrists from the headboard.
It took a while. The rope had been tied tightly and Miriam didnÕt want to
break her fingernails. All the while I politely kissed JenniferÕs cunny, not
sure now whether she wanted me to make her cum or not, Miriam being
present amongst us.
Miriam got JenniferÕs hands free and the girl rubbed her wrists.
ÒOooh, that rope was too tight!Ó Jennifer said. It seemed a strange
comment, after all else sheÕd suffered. She bucked her hips at me. I
guessed she wanted me to finish her off.
But it was too late. Miriam grabbed me by my mane of blonde hair
and pulled my face up from JenniferÕs bush. ÒWe must dance, dear,Ó
Miriam said. ÒIf you need it badly, so much the better!Ó She made me
desist, leaving Jennifer staring at us awkwardly from the bed. Her legs
were spread apart and her hips arched themselves. Her belly rippled. Her
navel dimpled her belly. It panted for kisses and love. Miriam slapped
JenniferÕs tummy and made her get up.
ÒOwwww!Ó Jennifer pouted.
ÒDonÕt play with yourself, Jennifer!Ó Miriam warned. She slapped the
girlÕs hand away as Jennifer made to do what nobody else, as yet, had done
for her. Miriam looked at me. ÒYou can be douched on the dance floor.
Your pussy must be painted anyway, to make it glow. And your nipples,
too,Ó she smiled. ÒCome, itÕs a black-light dance, with florescent paints
on our most important places and parts. Wait Ôtil you see how the men
look!Ó She urged us both from the bedroom, palming our bottoms, Jennifer
hot and bothered, her hips squirming, me content for the moment, but
embarrassed to show myself in public with my pussy wet and well-
spermed. Nonetheless Miriam brought us back out into the ballroom, and
we greeted the guests in our nudity, naked as babes, but with lusts no
babe, hopefully, ever felt.
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