Her ÒpantiesÓ, if they could be called that, consisted of single 
triangle of cloth.  Black cloth.  It was as black as her pubic hair, curling 
out above the cloth in wisps, was golden blonde.  The cloth dwindled all 
too quickly to a point at her crotch.  There a line of beads, connecting to 
the point, disappeared into the small tight lips of her pussy.  She turned, 
groaning a little, and bent forward to serve a drink to a guest.  Jed, 
breathless, saw that the beads came out of her pussy lips at the back of 
her crotch.  But only to disappear again.  This time they vanished within 
the crack of her bottom.  Yet as she bent forward the line of beads became 
clearer to Jed, nestled within the parting cheeks of her ass that 
reflexively split apart as she leaned forward.  It was not a line of beads, 
but of small chain links.  And one link was bigger than the rest.  It was the 
link over her asshole.  That item could not be seen, the rosette too small 
and withdrawn within her pink cheeks, but Jed could guess where it was.  
And the link over it could be seen.  It was big, big enough for a dildo.  The 
link forced her cheeks apart, jammed as it was in the crack of her bottom.  
Even when she stood up again, the opening was still there, the big link 
making it be there, even as the rest of her ass contracted tightly together, 
like twin round balls being reflexively pushed back against one another.

Copyright 2001 Andrew Roller