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Issue No. 398
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Six
Kate groaned with passion. David was thrusting up into her with
enormous vigor. He had come earlier and it had, it seemed, given him just
the sort of self-control he needed. He didnÕt spurt quickly as Kate had
feared. Riding him, with her hands pressed to his chest to aid herself,
Kate felt fear possess her bottom. She was scared to death the woman
would kick her again. Her cheeks were widespread as she jutted her hiney
back at them, receiving David in her womb. The thought that she might be
injured by them thrilled her. Yet she didnÕt want to be injured, but in her
writhing she found herself exploding in orgasm at the fear of being hurt.
ÒOhhhh, Davidddd, protect me!Ó Kate gasped in a high-pitched,
screamy voice as the man tapped her bottom again with his walking stick.
All around her others made love, their bodies joining despite the presence
of the fully-clothed newcomers. Kate imagined they looked at the others,
not just at her. But if the newcomers did they did not move away from her
in response. They stayed behind her always, and Kate felt she might
rupture from the orgasms she was having upon DavidÕs prick, all the while
scared to death sheÕd be kicked again or whacked with the walking stick.
When Kate had been thoroughly fucked by David, losing track of how
many wonderful orgasms sheÕd experienced upon his penis, feeling at last
his jism jetting up into her, she collapsed on top of him and held him. She
could feel her bottom bulbing up at the two new guests. They still
frightened her, but she felt a secret thrill at showing them her split-apart
bottom, with its crack open and her hole dimpling her crack in such an
intriguingly offered manner. She wondered idly if the woman would kick
her again in her hole but the woman did not. Instead, the new guests
seemed to enjoy watching her shiver and gasp and sigh softly as she
huddled over DavidÕs spent form. He lay under her all spread out and
happily exhausted. His arms lay upon the floor and his legs were spread.
He was spread-eagled, pinned to the floor by spent delight rather than
ropes. Once in a while he gave a little upward thrust with his hips to
remind Kate that he was still inside her. His manhood had shrunk
considerably, but it still threaded her sex and lay within her.
The woman, after a respectful interval, reached down and yanked
Kate up by her hair. Kate was forced to stand lest she be hurt by the
pulling. Awkwardly Kate got to her feet. The woman didnÕt pull on her
hair any more than she needed to, and for that Kate was grateful, but she
disliked the fact that sheÕd been attacked at all.
When the woman had Kate on her feet she patted KateÕs hair and
stroked it and attempted to arrange KateÕs tousled long locks in some kind
of neat order. Kate was surprised by the womanÕs soft touch. SheÕd been
kicked, then pulled up by her hair, yet now the woman caressed her hair as
politely as if Kate were her own daughter.
ÒYes, you will do perfectly,Ó the woman said to Kate. When sheÕd
arranged KateÕs wild hair, thrown all askew from her fucking, she patted
KateÕs tummy. They were slap-pats, striking KateÕs soft belly harder than
she would have preferred. Kate could almost feel the womanÕs hand
forcing DavidÕs sperm to slosh around in her womb. ÒYouÕre not pregnant?
Hmmm?Ó the woman asked. ÒYouÕre on the Pill?Ó
Dumbly Kate nodded. She was nude, the woman, slapping her belly,
was clothed as for an elegant dinner party. Kate looked at the man. He
stared back at her coldly. But then he allowed himself the slightest of
smiles, as if to reassure her that he wasnÕt quite as imposing as she
imagined.
Marie walked up to the three of them. She was stark naked and there
was a fresh issuance of sperm dribbling down from her cuntlips. Absently
she wiped at the sperm with her fingers, like a little girl whoÕs peed on
herself, except Marie had just received an emission from Rod.
ÒThis is John and Melinda,Ó Marie said, giving herself the job of
making introductions. ÒJohn, Melinda, this is Kate. SheÕs sweet, donÕt you
think?Ó
ÒJohn wants her,Ó Melinda said to Marie. As she spoke she thrust her
hand down from KateÕs belly into the split of her thighs. She felt within
the folds of KateÕs sex. Kate jerked but Marie, conspiratorily, placed a
hand on KateÕs bottom to keep her from stepping back.
ÒJohn,Ó Marie said calmly. ÒKateÕs very young. YouÕre so harsh with
your women! Do you really think sheÕd be able to stand it?Ó
ÒOf course,Ó Melinda replied. She removed her hand from KateÕs sex
and slapped the blonde on her flanks. Kate felt like a pony and yet,
allowing herself a quick toss of her blonde hair, she found she didnÕt find
her status entirely disagreeable. She didnÕt know why. It made no sense
at all to permit these people to treat her this way. Yet, mesmerized by
the man in the suit and how he regarded her, feeling freed for the moment
from her normal inhibitions, Kate turned her body slightly and openly
thrust her hips forward to show him her cunt. She swayed her hips back
and forth and made him look at her soft downy covering of private hair.
She rubbed her fleece against his pants leg. Sperm from DavidÕs
emissions, oozing out of her lips, stained the manÕs trousers. Her own
honey was mingled with DavidÕs love juice.
Marie laughed. ÒWell! If sheÕs THAT eager,Ó Marie said. ÒThen I
suppose IÕll fetch her a collar.Ó Kate, unthinkingly, pressed her cunny lips
to the manÕs treetrunk-like thigh and felt his muscled leg press against
her lips, making them splurge. She had a naughty thought and dismissed it
from her mind. Then, just as quickly, she let it re-enter.
ÒKate, dear, John will pamper you most exquisitely, but only for one
purpose--to punish you. Are you sure--?Ó Marie asked, buckling a leather
collar round KateÕs neck. Still playing, having made no decision at all,
merely teasing, but loving herself for doing it, Kate released her pee. She
felt her cunny lips wet the manÕs expensive pants leg and he gasped, as did
Melinda and Marie, as Kate wet the manÕs pants with her sex.
ÒWell!Ó Marie said, shocked. She drew her hand back and gave Kate
an ass-spatting handslap. Kate squeezed her eyes shut and mewled. Yet
she didnÕt stop the flow of her pee. She kept on pissing on the manÕs pants
until she was completely relieved.
ÒA feisty slave, my favorite,Ó Melinda murmured, when sheÕd
recovered herself enough to speak again. Kate had outmaneuvered them
all!
ÒWeÕll have to skip the dinner,Ó John said to Melinda.
ÒItÕs late anyway, dear,Ó Melinda said. ÒAnd KateÕs training needs to
begin right away.Ó
ÒIndeed,Ó John affirmed. Kate, withdrawing her lovelips from JohnÕs
leg, admired the long, runny stain sheÕd left upon them. His whole leg
right down to his shoe was marked by her soaking pee. And sheÕd wiped
her sex on him too, leaving DavidÕs sperm there.
Kate felt a cloak thrown over her shoulders. Marie adjusted it.
KateÕs shoulders were small and the cloak threatened to slip right off her.
ÒYouÕve chosen well, sweet one. There is no sterner master I know
of, nor one more considerate,Ó Marie said to Kate. She kissed the girl
lightly on the cheek. Kate flinched. She felt the collar around her throat,
binding her lightly, showing her status. She did not lift her fingers to it
but merely admitted the feeling of it into her mind. It was a leather
collar. It was covered with felt on its inside surface so as not to chafe
her. But it had a place for a leash, and Kate gazed down her nose at the
silver ring which protruded from the front of the collar where John might
attach a leash to her.
Gallantly John brushed KateÕs cloak back from her body and reached
within and took her bare arm. Her body was bare and her arm was bare and
his sleeved, tailored arm, flexing its bicep, felt like an intruder within
her warm cloak. Yet she did not resist him. She allowed him to lead her
out of the game room and through the locker room and out through the
front door of the townhouse.
There was a chilly drizzle of rain outside. With her free hand Kate
pulled the cloak around her breasts. It remained open at the waist,
showing her belly and below that her bush, with her bare white legs
protruding from the front of the open cloak as she let John draw her down
the front steps along the walk to his car. Melinda, walking efficiently
beside Kate, unfurled an umbrella and held it above KateÕs head to keep the
raindrops from wetting her tousled, already-matted locks. She was in
disarray from the fuckfest in the game room yet John and Melinda treated
her as if she were a princess.
John opened the passengerÕs side door of his Jaguar. Kate bent down
and slipped in. Melinda held up the tail of her cloak so that it wouldnÕt
touch the wet ground as she bent.
Kate found the seat inside was a bench seat and she wondered if she
should sit on the clean leather, for she was coated on her private with her
own juice and with male jism, more dripping out as she walked and moved.
Yet, with Melinda urging in from behind, Kate was forced to sit and she did
her best to tuck her cloak under herself to keep her bottom off of JohnÕs
fine leather seat. John seemed not to mind the possibility of her staining
it.
ZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
gear, Sept/Oct 1998, $2.99. Full-color, slick paper, (slightly) oversized
magazine. Many pages. Guccione Media LLC, 450 West 15th Street, Suite
504, New York, NY 10011.
Review: This is the first issue of this magazine. ItÕs billed as ÒThe
New Magazine for Men.Ó ItÕs published by the son of Penthouse publisher
Bob Guccione, whose name, rather confusingly, is Bob Guccione Jr.
If youÕre wondering what defines the 1980Õs generation in America,
otherwise known as ÒGeneration X,Ó this is it. A magazine for men, that
has no nudity.
I suppose you could try calling ÒgearÓ a cerebral menÕs magazine, but
that does sound rather like an oxymoron, doesnÕt it? I know that if I had
46 million dollars, as this publisher does, I could think of lots better
things to do with it than publish GQ jr.
In my case, when I want to read intellectual material, I want the
best. ThatÕs why I read The Economist. And when I want girls, I donÕt
want any intellectual crap getting in the way. ThatÕs why, in the
bathroom, I read Club Confidential.
ÒgearÓ is a magazine full of ads and, as its cover boasts, Ò23 Pages
of Stunning Fashion.Ó However, as a regular buyer of menÕs magazines, I
have three problems with ÒgearÓ.
1. I donÕt want to have to wade through miles of ads to find the
magazineÕs editorial content.
2. I donÕt care about fashion.
3. I donÕt read pseudo-intellectual articles, which is what ÒgearÓ
features.
And, of course, with no nudity in this ÒmenÕsÓ magazine, thereÕs no
possibility that I can jack off.
Perhaps the best way to sum up ÒgearÓ is by telling you where itÕs
stocked, at Tower Books. ItÕs stocked in the section reserved for ladiesÕ
magazines.
ÒNuff said,Ó as Stan Lee would say.
COMMENTARY
by holy joe
From time to time, it is necessary to take stock of where we have
been, and where we are heading. Such a time is now. And the question
that arises, the question that demands to be answered, is this: What is
the greatest porn magazine of them all?
As for myself, I vote for the new magazine by Larry Flint, which is
called Taboo. No longer do you have to look at Playboy and fantasize about
what sort of kinky things might be hinted at in its pictorials. With Taboo,
you can actually see girls being tied up, enemized, and spanked!
My favorite pictorials in Taboo are the ones that feature two girls
who are lovers. Naturally, this being Taboo, one of the girls is a dominant,
and the other is a submissive. Watch with pleasure as the submissive girl
is bound and punished!
When I subscribed to Taboo, my great fear was that it would be a
magazine featuring old whores, doing slutty things to each other. Not to
worry! The girls in Taboo are young and attractive. My only wish is that
they were even younger, perhaps the age of the girls in Barely Legal.
As for Barely Legal, it is, in my opinion, a boring magazine. Sure,
the girls are young, but so what? TheyÕre not doing anything. They should
at least have a kinky party, or do something naughty. If I were Larry Flint,
IÕd publish a magazine called ÒBarely Legal in BondageÓ!
(Now THAT would be a great magazine!)
What of other magazines, like Playboy and Penthouse? The last two
issues of Playboy have been quite good. The September issue featured a
beautiful young brunette posing with a riding crop! The October issue
depicts a luscious blonde with gorgeous tits.
As for Penthouse, itÕs trash. IÕm going to quit buying this magazine
if it doesnÕt improve soon. All you ever see in it anymore is ÒcenterfoldÓ
girls who look like whores, and dumb ÒconceptÓ pictorials featuring, most
recently, women painted red to look like Devils.
(Appropriate, perhaps, but hardly arousing.)
Mayfair is getting pretty boring. All I ever see anymore in this
magazine is the same old dull pictorials, repeated issue after issue. The
Claire Cass era of Mayfair was great! But now Mayfair is just a tired,
repetitive magazine.
A magazine thatÕs getting better and better is Genesis. Wow! The
October issue of this magazine was a mind-blower! I especially liked the
pictorial with two sweet, young blondes in it, kissing each other and
sticking their faces in each otherÕs bottoms!
As for Club, Club Confidential, and Club International, I like these
magazines a lot. You can subscribe to all three for $99.00. What a great
deal! Every week or two more porn arrives in my mailbox, all courtesy of
the Club family of magazines. Some issues are better than others, but
youÕre always guaranteed some sort of an ejaculation with these
magazines!
A magazine that just had a terrific issue is ÒOuiÓ. Usually this
magazine is junk, but the October issue was fantastic!
In summary, I would list the greatest porn magazines as follows:
Taboo. (Not to be confused with the many magazines named ÒTattoo.Ó)
Next, Playboy, particularly the twice-monthly Playboy Newsstand
Specials. Next, the Club magazines. (Club itself is rather boring. I prefer
Club Confidential and Club International.) Next, Genesis, which I may
move higher up on this list if it continues to be as great as its October
issue.
As for the Òjust turned 18Ó magazines, they are mostly boring. They
all suffer from the same problem that ÒBarely LegalÓ does, namely, that
the girls arenÕt naughty enough. Perhaps the best of the lot is ÒHawk,Ó
which consistently features two girls kissing and hugging and undressing
each other.
(IÕd type in all the addresses for these magazines, but with so many
great magazines sitting here, I have a sudden, irresistible urge to do
something else!)
AND IN THE END...
KEEP WATCHING !
ÒIn the 1990Õs, says the aptly named Suzanne Garment in her book
ÔScandalÕ, Ôour system is now able, perhaps for the first time, to produce
scandals at will, in steady and unending supply.ÕÓ
- The Economist, August 15, 1998, pg. 22.
(You never know... the sky may fall too. - h.j.)
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