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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Night Games
Chapter Fifteen
Sasha knelt before her daughter. She checked the clasps at the end
of each of the girlÕs garter straps. The clasps were silver; the straps, like
the garter itself and the stockings they supported, were white. The girl
wore white shoes with heels.
ÒI feel like IÕm to be married,Ó Cindy said, looking down at her
mother. She, like her mother, wore a bridal veil over her head. It was
white like her stockings, but arranged so that it showed her face, covering
only the sides and back of her head, down to her shoulders. Her golden hair
flowed out from under it, running down her back. It was naked, as was her
belly, and her breasts, and her bottom. This was obviously a bride not
destined for church!
ÒI feel a little the same way,Ó Sasha said. She looked up at her
daughter. ÒYou can always back out, honey. Even now.Ó
ÒNo mommie,Ó Cindy insisted. ÒQuit trying to protect me. I think it
will be fun.Ó
ÒIt will hurt,Ó Sasha told her daughter. ÒI remember the first time I
did it and I was sore for two days. And that was only with one guy.Ó
ÒGwen says all the guys can have me,Ó Cindy told her mother. Sasha
smiled. She stood up. Her heavy breasts wobbled nakedly on her chest.
ÒThatÕs because you keep escaping,Ó she said to Cindy. She slapped a
hand to her daughterÕs flat tummy. The girl giggled, her own naked tits
juddering. ÒThis time youÕre going to get it,Ó Sasha said.
The limo was white. It arrived precisely at nine.
ÒThis used to be my bedtime,Ó Cindy observed of the time, as Gwen,
coming to get the mother and daughter, escorted them downstairs.
ÒYes,Ó Sasha said. ÒI wish you were in bed now.Ó
ÒShe will be in bed soon,Ó Gwen smiled.
ÒThatÕs not what I meant,Ó Sasha said.
Wearing furs to disguise what they were wearing, or, rather, not
wearing underneath, the females got into the limo. Gwen sat inbetween
the mother and daughter and insisted the time not be put to waste.
ÒDiddle yourselves,Ó she said to Sasha and Cindy. ÒI want you both
hot when you arrive.Ó
ÒGwen!Ó Sasha cried.
ÒThe glass is smoked. The driver will not see,Ó Gwen said.
ÒYes, but IÕd rather not do it in front of my daughter,Ó Sasha
insisted. Gwen smiled. ÒThen your daughter will do it for you. And you
will do her,Ó Gwen said.
ÒOook!Ó Cindy gasped. She didnÕt mind fiddling with herself in front
of Gwen, but her mother was another matter!
ÒYou must. I insist,Ó Gwen said, drawing open, at the same time,
both womenÕs furs. Owing to their lack of skirts and panties, their bushes
were at once revealed. ÒMy, you seem to have no trouble dressing for it,Ó
Gwen said. Both mother and daughter blushed. Gwen, who was between
the two, got up from her seat. She clambered over CindyÕs little body and
then sat down again. She shoved the girl closer to her mother. ÒDo it,Ó
Gwen insisted. Cindy blushed. She looked at her mother and stole a hand
across to her thigh. A moment later her little fingers were touching her
motherÕs bush.
ÒAh!Ó Sasha gasped. Retaliating, she put a hand onto her daughterÕs
muff.
ÒOooh!Ó Cindy cried.
ÒOpen your legs, both of you,ÓGwen insisted. They obeyed, and at
once mother and daughter were inbetween each otherÕs legs, stroking each
otherÕs slits. They each wettened to the otherÕs touch.
ÒOooh! Oooh! Oooh!Ó now came from both, little gasps of pleasure
escaping their lips as, under GwenÕs watchful eye, they diddled each
otherÕs slits. Wetter and wetter each one grew, until, their breasts
heaving, they threw open their coats and had belly-wrenching orgasms.
ÒPerfect,Ó Gwen said. ÒThis bodes well for the evening. Now I want
you to keep at each other. DonÕt worry. I have a handkerchief to wipe your
thighs before we go inside.Ó
It was with glowing faces and squirming hips that the mother and
daughter entered the hotel where the festivities were to take place.
Heads turned. Who was that beautiful fur clad woman, and the little girl
beside her? Why did they look so ecstatic? Why did their hips swing so
alluringly? And who was the fur-clad woman escorting them? They went
to the elevators. They waited, all eyes upon them, two men hurrying
forward now to join them. But when the elevator doors opened, the
operator, who had been given just enough information to ward off suitors,
insisted on admitting only the females.
ÒSorry, gentlemen, but youÕll have to wait for the next lift,Ó he told
the two men.
ÒImportant business!Ó one of the men snapped.
ÒSorry, sir, I must insist,Ó the operator said. He smiled. ÒIt is a
special occasion,Ó he said. It was then that the men noticed the white
bridal veils that two of the three women were wearing, even as they
pulled close the hoods that came with their fur coats.
ÒAh, a wedding,Ó one of the men said. He smiled at CindyÕs mother.
ÒAre you getting married?Ó he asked her.
ÒNo,Ó Sasha said. The man frowned. He looked at Cindy.
ÒIs she?Ó he asked.
ÒYou could say that,Ó Cindy smiled, looking up at the man. He was
quite handsome. She wished he was coming to the party.
ÒBut arenÕt you a little young to be getting married?Ó the man asked.
The elevator doors closed. He turned to the man beside him. ÒIsnÕt she a
little young to be getting married?Ó he asked, a note of frantic curiosity
suddenly entering his voice.
ÒYes!Ó the other man said.
ÒShe looked-- heck, sheÕs no more than 12!Ó the man said.
ÒPerhaps we misunderstood,Ó the other man said.
The mother and daughter were received in the hotel suite whose
number, as it turned out, happened to be the same as CindyÕs age, although
doubled. It was 1212.
ÒLook! ThatÕs my age!Ó Cindy said, as she went past the front door.
ÒYes,Ó Gwen smiled. A woman in a pink evening gown took their
coats and hung them in a closet. She admired their outfits.
ÒYou have come well prepared,Ó she giggled. A second woman, in a
lavender evening gown, handed Cindy and her mother bouquets of flowers.
ÒThank you,Ó Cindy gushed. She smelled the flowers. ÒTheyÕre
beautiful,Ó she said. There were white flowers to match her stockings,
pink and yellow ones, and, in the middle, several roses.
ÒI hope the roses donÕt have thorns,Ó Sasha said.
The two women in evening gowns took GwenÕs coat, and she was
revealed to be wearing black. She was in chaps, as if she were going
riding. Instead of a bridal veil, she wore a rivetted black leather
headband. It was V shaped along its base, extending slightly down upon
the bridge of GwenÕs nose, giving her, despite her sparkling eyes, a
menacing appearance. She now picked up lace mittens off a small round
table next to the front door. She slipped them on. They might have rolled
all the way up to her elbows but she didnÕt bother. The mittens were
sheer, with a fishnet pattern apparent in them. They had no fingers. Gwen
reached down and picked up, with her bare hands, something else off the
table. It was a riding crop. Cindy happened to glance back from her
flowers, over her shoulder, as Gwen picked up the crop. Sasha had seen it
upon entering but Cindy, who was younger and less observant, had not.
Now she did, and she let out a short scream.
ÒThis is for your bottoms,Ó Gwen said to the mother and daughter.
ÒDo not think for a moment that just because this is a wedding there will
be no punishment involved.Ó By now Sasha had also turned her head to look
back. She trembled, her naked bottom cheeks tightening as she observed
the thing in GwenÕs hand. It had not just one lash, but many, each one
looking wickedly long and narrow, made of strips of leather, with, as if to
emphasize the fear Sasha now felt in her breasts, a little knot at the end
of each.
ÒOh no,Ó Sasha gasped.
ÒIt will hurt!Ó Cindy exclaimed. She clung to her flowers, her ass
cheeks bunching in fear.
ÒIt is not every day a mother and daughter can be seen getting fucked
and punished together,Ó Gwen said. ÒI intend to make the most of this.
Now show good decorum, both of you. You are about to be received.Ó
The woman in the pink evening gown took Sasha by her arm. Cindy
was taken hold of by the woman in yellow. Together they escorted the
mother and daughter into the next room. Both women gasped when they
saw what was waiting for them. Amidst the flocked balloons and hanging
streamers, the confetti which already lay scattered upon the floor, along
with rice, as if a wedding had already come and gone, was a line of men.
They were the men Gwen and Cindy had found and measured a week before,
plus more. They were naked, except for bow ties around their necks and
cufflinks at their wrists. They were all handcuffed. Stemming from the
front of each male, obviously ready for action, was his penis. Hanging
below his cock was at least a weekÕs worth of sperm, pent up in his
bulging balls. The men stood facing each other, and Gwen now commanded
the mother and daughter to walk between them.
ÒCindy first,Ó Gwen said, and the little minx had to be coaxed with a
hand to her back and the threat of a slap on her ass. She scurried forward.
The men, obviously impressed, arched forward a little more, straining to
extend their cocks to her as she passed. But she was in no mood to stop
and fondle what was being randily offered to her. For, even as she hurried
fearfully between the men, they began to pee.
ÒYEEEEEEEK!Ó Cindy cried.
ÒDonÕt run!Ó Gwen warned the girl, and a snap of her many-thonged
crop in the air was enough to slow the girl down. But she still hurried,
and now her mother came rushing after her. The men were avid in offering
up their bladders to the two women. They had been holding themselves for
two hours!
ÒGod, that feels good!Ó one man gasped.
ÒYes!Ó another cried.
ÒSilence!Ó Gwen said. She hit the nearest man with her crop, on his
bare behind, wrenching a cry from his throat. But she did not tell the men
to stop peeing.
There was an altar at the end of the line of men. It was covered in
white, with flowers upon it, and twin candles, whose long straight tapers
were vaguely reminiscent of the menÕs cocks. Cindy arrived at the altar,
clutching her bouquet of flowers. Pee ran down her belly. It dripped from
her ass. It clung in drops in her bush. It soaked her stockings. A moment
later her mother arrived beside her, hardly better off, her fingers tensely
holding her own flowers like some broken promise.
Gwen came up to the altar. She picked up something off it, not a
bible but a cheap erotic novel. Holding her many-thonged whip in one hand
and the paperback book in the other, she smiled at Cindy and her mother.
ÒToday we are joined in unholy matrimony for the popping of a little
girlÕs cherry,Ó Gwen said. ÒDo you, Sasha, despite the pee laddering your
stockings, agree to give your daughter to a manÕs cock?Ó Sasha trembled.
She blushed and bit her lip. Gwen gave a helpful jerk with her riding crop.
ÒI do,Ó Sasha quickly said, as the cropÕs thongs made a snapping
sound in the air. Gwen smiled and looked at the novel in her hand, but
didnÕt read from it, for in fact the words of the novel that her eyes came
upon said,
ÒDie, bitch!Ó
ÒAnd do you,Ó Gwen continued, smiling down now at the little virgin
standing not-so-neatly before her, ÒDo you Cindy, agree to have your
hymen speared by a manÕs penis?Ó
ÒDo I have a choice?Ó Cindy asked, annoyed that her stockings were
wet.
ÒNo you do not, my sweet,Ó Gwen answered.
ÒThen I donÕt,Ó Cindy said. Gwen rustled the thongs of her riding
crop.
ÒThe correct answer is ÔI doÕ,Ó Gwen told the girl. Cindy lifted a
hand and wiped her nose.
ÒMy stockings are starting to feel cold,Ó she complained, for the
warmth in the menÕs pee was dissipating into the air.
ÒYour bottom will feel warm if you donÕt answer correctly,Ó Gwen
said.
ÒAlright, yes! There!Ó Cindy said. She stuck out her tongue at Gwen.
ÒThe bride agrees,Ó Gwen smiled. She looked at the novel again but
still she couldnÕt find anything to read from it, for this time the line her
eyes fell upon read, ÒThey put the noose about her neck.Ó Which, indeed,
may in fact been what was happening, but Gwen wasnÕt going to come right
out and say it. So instead, recalling an earlier and more civilized wedding
sheÕd attended not so long ago, she asked, ÒIs there anyone present who
objects to this holy matrimony and popping ceremony taking place?Ó
ÒNot if IÕm first,Ó a man said.
ÒSilence!Ó Gwen shouted. She snapped her crop hard in the air. ÒYou
gentlemen are present only for the sake of your cocks,Ó she said. ÒAnyone
else?Ó she asked. As there were only half a dozen women present, none of
them anything but jealous that little Cindy still had virginity to flaunt,
not a one said a word. ÒVery well,Ó Gwen said, satisfied. ÒThen we shall
proceed.Ó
ÒI object,Ó Cindy announced.
ÒYouÕre the bride,Ó Gwen snapped.
ÒWell I still object,Ó Cindy said.
ÒTell her sheÕs to keep her mouth shut and her legs wide,Ó Gwen said
to the girlÕs mother. Sasha turned. She smiled at her daughter. There was
warmth and innocence in the motherÕs blushing face. Despite her fears for
her daughter, she exuded submission. She would do as she was told. She
would obey Gwen.
ÒYou must be popped, dear,Ó Sasha said.
ÒKiss the bride,Ó Gwen told Sasha. The mother might have balked at
this, especially in front of so many people and with her bottom showing,
but since sheÕd already had her fingers in her daughterÕs snatch in the limo
she obeyed. Leaning forward, her breasts touching her daughterÕs own,
their nipples rubbing nakedly, each letting out a little gasp, she kissed
her. Suddenly Cindy felt a surge of delight and she kissed her mother back.
Their lips lingered, and then their mouths opened. Their tongues ran out.
They touched each other, tongue to tongue, bringing forth more pretty
gasps, and not just from the two of them! When they were finally finished
they again faced Gwen. Their hips shivered.
ÒYes. It is time,Ó Gwen said. She turned. Beside the altar was a
small table. A white linen cloth was thrown over it but Gwen now
removed this, revealing a large golden goblet. Sasha smiled at the woman.
Was it wine?
ÒNo. It is castor oil,Ó Gwen told the young mother. Sasha gasped.
ÒCastor oil?Ó Cindy cried. ÒDoesnÕt that make you poop?Ó
ÒExactly, my little one,Ó Gwen said. She patted the girl on her veil-
covered head. Cindy squirmed uncomfortably and wrinkled her nose. ÒYou
will both drink of this goblet,Ó Cindy told the mother and daughter. ÒIt is
a competition, to see which of you can hold yourself longest.Ó
ÒBut Gwen, this is a wedding!Ó Sasha cried, aghast that she should be
made to poop in front of the congregation, even if it consisted of men with
their penises out.
ÒWe shall see which of you has the tightest bottom hole,Ó Gwen said,
ÒA virgin sort of competition if ever there was one. And by tightness I
mean not just the elasticity of your anus, of course, but your willpower,
your ability to control your own body.Ó
ÒOh, God!Ó Sasha cried, looking at the goblet.
ÒI wonÕt dwink it!Ó Cindy assured her mother. Gwen got the goblet.
She walked up to CindyÕs mother and presented it to her.
ÒDrink,Ó Gwen insisted. SashaÕs whole body trembled. Clutching her
bouquet of flowers, she opened her lips.
ÒDonÕt do it, mom!Ó Cindy cried. Gwen tipped the goblet slightly and
the liquid began flowing into SashaÕs mouth.
ÒIck!Ó Sasha gasped, as the castor oil hit her tongue. But she drank
it, tightening her bottom cheeks as it ran down her throat and into her
belly.
ÒYou could have at least mixed it with wine,Ó Sasha said, when the
goblet had been taken from her lips. Not that sheÕd ever drank it that way,
but it surely would have tasted better.
ÒDiscomfort is part of this eveningÕs festivities,Ó Gwen smiled at
Sasha. She looked at Cindy. The girl had her jaw set, her lips pursed.
ÒOpen,Ó Gwen said.
ÒI wonÕt,Ó Cindy said, speaking through tight lips. Sasha put a hand
on her daughterÕs head.
ÒDo as she says, dear. IÕve had mine,Ó Sasha said. ÒYou must have
yours now.Ó Cindy gasped. Apparently she had been holding her breath as
well as keeping her lips closed, and now as she drew in air Gwen saw her
opportunity. She poured the liquid. Cindy gagged on it and then gulped. As
she gasped for more air, Gwen got in the rest.
ÒThere,Ó Gwen said.
ÒUck! ThatÕs howwible!Ó Cindy protested. Immediately she felt a
kind of welling up in her stomach and, sensing the oil wouldnÕt stop there,
she jammed her asscheeks together. ÒOok! IÕm feeling it awready!Ó Cindy
said.
ÒYes! Into the next room!Ó Gwen urged. ÒEverything is set up there
for the competition!Ó
A sight more bizarre could not have been imagined. In the next room
was a swing. It was a double-swing, suitable for both mother and
daughter to sit in. And it was no ordinary swing, the two females saw, as
Gwen and the others eagerly escorted them to it. The thing was a sexual
swing, really two harnesses in which two females could lie, their legs
uplifted and apart, and be fucked. There would be no escaping for Cindy
this time!
ÒOh, God!Ó Sasha gasped. She discerned its purpose just by looking
at it, but Cindy did not.
ÒOboy! A swing!Ó Cindy cried. She went over to the nearest hanging
strap. ÒWhereÕs the seat?Ó she asked. Gwen smiled. It was such a darling
sight, seeing the little girl with the bare bottom, the young virgin, trying
to find what such a swing obviously would not have. And all the while
feeling the castor oil in her belly as well!
ÒIt doesnÕt have a seat,Ó Gwen told Cindy.
ÒIt isnÕt meant to,Ó Sasha said, feeling and looking a little
crestfallen.
ÒIÕll bet I can still swing on it, though,Ó Cindy said, all youthful
determination.
ÒOf course you can, dear,Ó Gwen said. She winked at the girlÕs
mother. Cindy turned about. ÒYou put your legs through those straps
there,Ó Gwen told the girl.
ÒOh, okay!Ó Cindy said. Like a young fawn stepping witlessly into a
hunterÕs trap, she put first one slender leg and then the other through the
pair of leg loops hanging down from the Òswing.Ó The loops were made of
rubber. They received her legs easily, they were so young and slender.
Gwen, looking at little Cindy standing in the straps, feared her legs might
be too skinny for them, but when she bent and tightened the buckles on the
straps she found that the girl could just be gotten into them, albeit with
the help of a few extra holes that Gwen had made in the straps beforehand,
just in case the girl proved too small. With her legs securely in place,
Cindy was ready to swing. But Gwen told her to lift up her arms.
Reluctantly, Cindy obeyed. When her arms were outstretched, Gwen put
them in wrist loops hanging over her head. Foolishly, thinking it might
help the woman, Cindy stretched herself and threw forward her chest,
showing off her little breasts, looking and feeling proud of her
cooperation as the woman strapped in her hands. ÒAm I ready now?Ó
Cindy asked, when Gwen had bound her wrists, looking like some slave on
the rack, asking to be tortured.
ÒNot quite,Ó Gwen said. She put a hand to the girlÕs flat indrawn
belly. ÒLean back,Ó she said. Cindy obeyed, and as she did she felt the
large main sling part of the swing receive her back.
ÒWheee!Ó Cindy cried. She was about to try to start swinging, but
Gwen, standing in front of her, blocking her with her own body, told her to
wait.
ÒJust a moment,Ó Gwen said. She signalled to two of the naked men.
Their handcuffs had already been removed, and now they came forward,
their cocks stemming eagerly, ready to offer sperm where previously they
had offered pee. They grasped chains that ran alongside the swing and
pulled. Suddenly, to a scream from Cindy, both her feet were hoisted
upwards. Still in her white bridal shoes, which clung to her feet even as
they were lifted high above her head, she found herself involuntarily
splaying her legs and showing her cunt to the congregation.
ÒAAAAAACK!Ó Cindy cried, swaying bottom-forward in the swing and
then back again, as her open crotch banged GwenÕs thigh. Her breasts,
naked and hapless as the rest of her charms, wobbled temptingly on her
chest, her nipples twin points of desire.
ÒNow you are well and truly ready to be fucked,Ó Gwen said to Cindy.
ÒBut donÕt forget my riding crop. If you shit before your mother, IÕll whip
your ass so you canÕt sit for a week.Ó
ÒNo! No!Ó Cindy cried. But Gwen paid no mind to her screams. As the
others put Sasha into the swing beside her daughter, Gwen fetched a pair
of ropes. These she would use to bind CindyÕs breasts, above and below
her nipples, so that the little girlÕs bosoms wouldnÕt roll around as she
swung. For the men, being handcuffed for the operation, would surely wish
to bend and suck upon her tits as they fucked her.
ÒAnd the bride wore ropes,Ó Gwen smiled down at Cindy.
ÒOh please Gwen, donÕt!Ó Cindy begged. She felt a rope snare her
breasts. She looked down and saw her bosoms suddenly misshapen, both of
them pressed inward across their upper halves so that her nipples jutted
more obscenely. ÒNo! No!Ó Cindy cried. Gwen laughed. The girl grimaced
in pain. Beside her, her mother shouted for Gwen to stop. Suddenly the
girl had not tits so much as udders, fat cow-like appendages that
resembled over-ripe gourds. A second rope, passed under her tits when
the first one was in place, increased the effect. The girl was trapped, not
only in the swing but by her breasts, offering them to whatever eager
mouth might want them, twin bottles of flesh sticking up.
ÒMilk shall be given, and received,Ó Gwen laughed. The motherÕs
breasts were now bound, and the effect was just as awesome, her lovely
tits distorted by the ropes, succulent cantaloupes lashed into nipple-
jutting cones of flesh. When both females in the swings were thus
presented, their titties forcibly offered like slaves ready to be milked,
Gwen twisted, with her fingers, the nipples of each one, producing new
howls. ÒTwo of you men lie down underneath,Ó she ordered. ÒYou shall be
shit upon by the loser, and by the winner soon after, no doubt.Ó Two men,
their hands conveniently out of the way due to the handcuffs, were helped
down on their knees by two women. Then they lay flat, again with the help
of the women, and wriggled under Sasha and her mother. They arranged
themselves such that their faces were directly under the quivering
femalesÕ bottoms. Their randy breath blew up between the womensÕ legs,
making them shiver.
The two men who had hoisted up Gwen, and then her mother, were
still unhandcuffed, so Gwen ordered them behind the two Òswingers,Ó as
she now laughingly called them. ÒPush them back and forth,Ó she told the
two men. ÒAnd as for you two,Ó she said, addressing Sasha and her
mother. ÒI want each of you to concentrate. Control your hole. I think you
need no reminding which one. I mean your bottom hole.Ó She had thrust
her riding crop in the belt of her chaps, and now she pulled it forth. ÒThe
first one to shit loses,Ó she said.
And so the two men, their cocks stemming eagerly, pushed Cindy and
her mother back and forth in the swings. The might have pushed the two
by pressing their hands to their heads, or to the swings themselves. But
instead they found a much more tempting way to push them, by their
breasts.
ÒOooh!Ó
ÒOooh!Ó Cindy and her mother cried, not only trying to control their
bottoms but wincing at the way the men callously twisted their nipples
each time they grabbed their breasts. Meantime, Gwen was lining up the
rest of the men in two lines in front of the mother and daughterÕs open
crotches. With their feet lifted high, and their cunts swinging back and
then forward toward the men, there could not have been a more tempting
pair of targets in the whole hotel.
ÒNow we have only to see which one shits first,Ó Gwen said.
ÒOh, please!Ó Sasha groaned, feeling a sudden urgency in her bowels.
ÒPWEASE!Ó Cindy cried frantically, her bottom-cheeks huddling.
ÒControl your hole,Ó Gwen said.
ÒIÕm TWYING!Ó Cindy shouted.
ÒDonÕt poop on this hotelÕs nice carpet,Ó Gwen said. ÒImagine being a
cleaning lady, and finding a pile of poop on your floor in the morning. Or
two, for that matter!Ó Then she looked down. ÒGentlemen,Ó she said to
the two men under Sasha and Cindy. ÒPlease try to catch all that comes
down. I really donÕt want to leave a mess for the hotel staff.Ó
ÒBut Gwen! My hands are bound!Ó one of the men, who was only 19,
said.
ÒThatÕs why you have a mouth,Ó Gwen told him.
ÒOoo- Oook! NOOOOO!Ó Cindy cried suddenly. And into the 19-year-
oldÕs mouth, even as he was gasping in surprise at GwenÕs remark, came a
sudden brown rain. It gushed out from between CindyÕs bottom cheeks.
The 19-year-old, caught completely by surprise, gagged as it fell into his
mouth.
ÒOh, shit!Ó the other man, lying under Sasha, remarked in astonished
surprise. For he was witnessing not only the fate of the man beside him,
but his own too!
ÒOpen wide,Ó Gwen said to the second man. ÒI think the motherÕs
about to join her daughter.Ó
ÒOh God, Gwen. I canÕt! IÕm going to-- I need to use the bathroom!Ó
Sasha cried in one final plea for decency. But it was only met by laughter,
and even as her daughter shrieked at her misfortune, the mother now went
too, shitting all over the man under her. At GwenÕs insistence he received
her load with a wide open mouth, but it didnÕt catch all she had to give, for
owing to her back and forth motion in the swing she splattered him all
along his length.
ÒWell, we know who the winner is,Ó Gwen said. ÒNow itÕs time for
the deflowering party!Ó She ordered forward the man at the front of the
motherÕs line. With the shit still coming out of SashaÕs bottom, he
presented his cock to her. She was unwilling, but a moment later the
forward motion of the swing caused her crotch to bump, with a slight
bending of his knees, the head of his cock. As he was handcuffed he could
only strain himself forward in hopeful agony, but the man pushing her
stilled her body, and then all was lost. Finding a steady target, the
handcuffed man between SashaÕs legs pushed himself forward. While
waiting in line he had been well oiled, and now his cock sunk with
eagerness into the motherÕs tight slit.
ÒAh, God!Ó Sasha cried, for although she was hungry for it, owing to
her slit-diddling in the limo, courtesy of her daughterÕs fingers, he was
nonetheless big (at CindyÕs request) and difficult for her to take. As for
the little one, Gwen had selected a lad of 16 for her. Despite her
pretensions, she would need a well-equipped but not oversized cock for
her first time.
ÒForward, Craig,Ó Gwen said to the teenager she had chosen to
deflower the little virgin. She gave the young man a slap on his bare ass.
He grimaced and stepped forward. The girl looked tight, even if he was not
unknown for his services with the girls who hung around the video games
at the mall. Cindy saw what was coming. She screamed, tightening her
bottom to try to stop her pooping even as the swing brought her cunt close
to, and then bumping against, the young manÕs cock.
ÒOook!Ó Cindy shouted. The man pushing her grabbed her breasts and
held them, stilling her body. The young man stepped closer. His well-
greased cock jabbed the girl. He sunk deeper. He heard her scream and
felt an obstruction.
ÒHold,Ó Gwen said. She had one final surprise for the girl, and for
her mother, even as CindyÕs mother felt a cock plunging deep into her
womb. ÒDo you feel the hymen?Ó Gwen asked the 16-year-old.
ÒYes,Ó he gasped. Gwen patted the young manÕs ass. It looked
muffin-fresh, a white pair of buns that she was dying to baste with her
whip. She squeezed his balls.
ÒI want you to spurt in her, just as you are,Ó she said. She began
stroking his cock with her other hand, which stuck mostly out of poor
Cindy, but with the head embedded.
ÒBut-- but I want to push all the way in!Ó the boy cried.
ÒNot this time,Ó Gwen smiled. ÒIÕve had too much fun with her little
virgin body, although I must admit I brought you here for the purpose.Ó
Gwen stroked the boy. After some minutes he shivered and came, and
although he was stuck in the girl he was only in her a little, and so his
seed came spurting uselessly out all over her spread-wide cuntlips and
went splattering down onto the man underneath.
ÒJust what I needed,Ó the shit-faced man lying under Cindy
remarked.
Now each man in CindyÕs line was put to her. But Gwen permitted
each to enter only a little ways, spreading her cunt lips but not going in
any farther than her hymen. Pressing against it, to be sure, loosening it,
no doubt, but not giving it the urgent inward push that would rend it.
However Gwen made each man spurt, so that Cindy, despite saving her
hymen, got a taste of what it felt like to have menÕs sperm going up into
her belly.
Meanwhile, beside Cindy, her mother was being fucked in a hard no-
nonsense way. Not only were the men in her line eager to have her, but the
other men, who had been given to Cindy, finding themselves soon hard
again, wanted her too. For they were eager to get themselves all the way
up inside a female body. So Sasha got twice as much. Meanwhile the other
women watched, as did Gwen. This was SashaÕs night, and although it had
almost been CindyÕs too, Gwen wanted to make sure that the mother got
all she deserved for bringing her daughter to such an obscene event. Which
was, of course, everything. In the throes of bliss, bound into the swing,
fucked to oblivion and back again, Sasha felt relief for her daughter. But
she also felt fear for her, for Gwen had promised to punish them both,
especially the loser of her Òcontest.Ó
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