ÒSheÕs my niece,Ó Cybil replied. ÒSheÕs only visiting for a day or
two. IÕve told everyone to be on their best behavior. That includes you,
Alex.Ó I did not know whether to belive Cybil. A nose pressed itself to
the glass of the kitchen window. How long had such a little waif lived
here? Alex seemed in turmoil. All his beliefs, all his morals, were on the
line now. Had Cybil planned this? Had Kali known? How could she? They
had just met. Yet their minds had woven together quickly, torturing Alex,
just as Kali had promised him, just as he had asked. Every chance event
was brought into play, used to mount his tension up higher.
ÒAh, youÕre nothing but cunts, all of you,Ó Alex said, and promptly
unzipped himself.
ÒAlex! Please donÕt be rude at our little party by showing us your
thing!Ó Cybil scolded. AlexÕs underpants bulged through the opening
created in his trousers.
ÒThere are people watching, Alex,Ó Kali warned. ÒNot just women,
but undoubtedly men too. Do you want them comparing themselves with
you? Do you want the females looking at your thing and sizing it up
against that of their own lover?Ó
ÒAlex, I expect you to behave properly at my little bed and
breakfast,Ó Cybil chimed in. ÒEspecially with my little niece present. It
would be very offensive for you to take out your manhood and show it off
in front of everybody.Ó
I looked up. I thought I saw a pair of eyes staring from an upstairs
window. Two more seemed to join them. The light was still bright
outside and I could not be sure... There were many watching perhaps, eyes
in each window, if they werenÕt busy. Resting between bouts of love they
gazed down upon us, remembering perhaps their own presentation in the
yard.
Pop! Alex opened his underpants and released himself. Like children,
Cybil and Kali emitted short screams. I joined them, relishing a loud
ÒEeek!Ó even as I marveled at the spectacle of AlexÕs throbbing cock.
ÒGod, thereÕs so much of it! It may take me hours to punish a big
piece of meat like that,Ó Kali swooned. I sipped again from AlexÕs glass,
raising my eyes to him as I received the lemony fluid on my tongue. It was
fresh, newly-squeezed.
Cybil took AlexÕs cock twixt her fingers, admired it in the sunlight.
She took his lemonade glass and smiled at him. Gently she thrust his big
manhood directly into the glass, letting the stinging, cold lemonade wash
over it. Alex grimaced, savoring the feeling even as it distressed him.
ÒNow drink it,Ó Cybil told me, taking out AlexÕs cock and passing the
lemonade glass over to me. I took it, feeling the wetness of the glass in
my palms. ÒDrink it all,Ó Cybil commanded. Working my throat, I gulped it
down.
Alex gazed bemused at his cock. It was wet, dripping. Cybil let it
stem freely in the air once more. I passed the empty lemonade glass to
her and she set it aside on the grass.
The maid returned. Alex stared in horror as she walked out, silent
but precociously wriggling, and bent over and picked up the glass. When
she stooped down I could see her undies. They were soft, cottony white. I
saw the inrolling of her little bottom cheeks, knew Alex did to.
ÒWhy do you allow her to be here?Ó Alex asked.
ÒShe is properly dressed sir. You are the one who is not,Ó Cybil
replied.
ÒDonÕt worry, I learned all about penises in elementary school,Ó the
maid replied. She presented herself to Alex, as if addressing Santa at
Christmas. Alex seemed to stiffen even more at the thought that she
might want to sit in his lap. ÒWhatÕs your name?Ó the maid asked. ÒMineÕs
Becky.Ó
ÒAl-Ó he could not say more.
ÒAl Bundy? You sell shoes?Ó Becky giggled. She turned to Cybil.
ÒYour shirt looks like a bib,Ó she remarked.
ÒYes, dear, to catch sperm spills,Ó Cybil replied.
ÒOh, yes. I learned about that too,Ó Becky said, returning her eyes to
Alex. ÒPlease donÕt play with yourself, Al, because I learned that when
men play with themselves all this yucky white stuff shoots out!Ó
ÒDo you ever play with yourself, Becky?Ó Alex asked. His voice
trembled a little. It was a forbidden conversation. Janet Reno would not
have hesitated to arrest him.
ÒA little,Ó Becky said. Inspired, she put a hand between her legs and
rubbed herself. ÒEven though IÕm not supposed to.Ó She flashed a glance at
Cybil. Our hostess, however, had lifted up her top and was struggling to
free herself from it. Her breasts, unprotected now, jiggled softly on her
chest. Her nipples were as hard as my own.
ÒItÕs alright, dear,Ó Cybil said. She got off her shirt, tossed her
mane twice. It was lovely vampire hair, her breasts like Vampirella.
ÒWhy did you take off your bib, mommie?Ó Becky asked.
ÒSheÕs your daughter?Ó Alex groaned.
ÒNo, but I let her call me that,Ó Cybil replied.
ÒMy mommieÕs divorced,Ó Becky explained to Alex. Even as she spoke
she kept fondling herself. AlexÕs cock stuck up stiffly.
Cybil shook her breasts. ÒI just wanted my top off so I could enjoy
the last rays of the sun,Ó she said. Her breasts were snow white, they had
not been tanned at all, so far as I could see, though the rest of her was
lightly tanned. Perhaps she wanted to catch up on the places the sun had
missed. It was too late, though, I thought. The sun was shafting through
the trees now, its rays distinct sunbeams, glancing off the birds as they
passed through them, darting from tree to tree.
ÒHow are your new underpants fitting?Ó Cybil asked Becky. She took
hold of the girlÕs dress and lifted it up. CybilÕs panties had little flowers
printed on them.
ÒFine,Ó Cybil answered. She kept her hand within her thighs,
enjoying the brush of her fingers against her twat.
Becky turned to me. ÒWhy is your bottom bare?Ó she asked. I
blushed. I had forgotten my nudity. The caress of the early evening, late
afternoon air upon it had become an accustomed luxury.
ÒShe doesnÕt have any panties,Ó Cybil explained. ÒWould you let her
try yours on?Ó
ÒSure,Ó Becky replied frankly. With artless grace she ceased her
masturbating and pulled down her undies.
ÒNo,Ó Alex groaned. His hands flirted with the stem of his cock.
ÒKeep your hands away from that,Ó Kali warned him. ÒItÕs bad
enough that you display your rude thing to little girls, right out here
where everyone can see you. Please donÕt jerk off in front of us!Ó Alex
obeyed. He was given options as much as orders. Would anyone have
stopped him if he beat his meat in front of little wide-eyed Becky? She
handed me her underpants. I took them. They were small, for junior girlÕs
bottoms. I could hardly fit into them, though my hips were still narrow,
immature, but with a gentle, swelling grace to them, promising future
developments. My bottom stuck out round and full. BeckyÕs was as pert as
mine, though little still, the cheeks sweetly swelling, ripe for picking.
ÒTry them on,Ó Kali told me. ÒYou must, since she was nice enough
to offer them. Becky looked at me expectantly, her hands pressed to her
hips. Silently Cybil unzipped the girlÕs raised skirt and drew the garment
off her. Becky did not notice, so pleased with herself was she that her
new panties were the center of attention.
All eyes were upon me as I stood, Kali neatly unzipping my own
dress even as I stood. With my heeled shoes I stepped first into one little
leghole, then the other. I drew the flower-print panties up my slim
calves, over my knees. They stopped halfway up my thighs.
ÒOh! They are too small!Ó Becky said sadly. I blushed, my naked dell
visible to all who might be watching, my bottom equally naughty. ÒI bet
youÕd like them, if you could get them on!Ó Becky assured me. ÒThey are
very pretty, donÕt you think?Ó
ÒYes,Ó I breathed.
ÒMaybe Alex can help,Ó Kali offered. She took me lightly by my hips
and turned my bottom to AlexÕs stiff upstanding prong. He seized my hips
and drew me back. I felt his pestle come against my rose.
ÒGod, you are one hell of a tight cherry!Ó Alex announced. He pulled
my butthole deeper into his pronging stiff knob. I felt my O hard-pressed.
I did not like the feeling of imminent intrusion. It was harsh, unyielding.
I felt like a post was being stuck up against my hole. He yanked me back
by my thighs. I gasped. My bottomhole yielded just enough to let his
purplish knob butt half-way into it.
ÒEeek!Ó Becky screamed. She seemed genuinely concerned for my
fate. Her hairless slit slumbered between her carelessly open legs. She
showed her puss without knowing it. Cybil put a hand to her bottom and
caressed it gently.
ÒItÕs alright, darling. These are adult games,Ó Cybil assured little
Becky. ÒWould you like to run upstairs and take your bath now?Ó
ÒN-Nooo,Ó Becky replied, not taking her eyes off my fate, AlexÕs
prong deep-pressing into my wanton hole.
Alex reached up. Satisfied for the moment with his achievement, he
undid the remaining buttons on my jacket. He pulled it open, showed my
breasts. They joggled with unexpected delight into the open air. My
nipples were as erect as his cock.
Kali slipped off her skirt. She undid her top, freed herself from her
bra. Were were getting naked now, no doubt about it. The time for
pleasantries and feigned innocence had passed. Cybil, not wanting to be
left behind, unzipped her jeans and stood up and shimmied out of them.
Becky, still in her flaring maidÕs top, her hips and legs bare, looked like
some denizen of a childrenÕs book, dressed only from the neck to her navel.
She lifted up her top then, exposing her belly-button. She was eager,
excited. I felt a new nudge against my ass. Alex was in to his flange now,
his leaking penis tip well within me, lubricating my heinieÕs channel.
ÒWhat? What is he doing to her?Ó Becky asked Cybil. Her mouth was
open. Her eyes were bright. I wanted to gloss her little nine-year-old lips
with my favorite lipstick.
ÒHe is sperming her, dear,Ó Cybil replied. She sat down again, bare-
bottomed on the lawn chair. She drew Becky closer and palmed her heinie.
Stealthily her other hand slipped up BeckyÕs leg to massage her cunt.
ÒOh! Please!Ó Becky said. She hunched forward, squeezed her thighs
together. Her hands raised her shirt and she toyed with her nipples. They
were pretty, nickel-sized. Already they had formed into swelling peaks.
The Mayo Clinic would drug her to make her flat chested again.
Psychiatrists would interrogate her. The state would put her in an
orphanage because she knew too much.
Kali pulled her panties down off the outcurved swell of her bottom.
She got them down in front just enough to easily slip her hand in. Playing
with her cunt, she reached out and brushed mine with her fingertips. Alex
pulled harder on my thighs, gripping them. With a gasp I felt his cockhead
embed itself in me fully.
ÒYou are popped,Ó he said to me. There was mastery, satisfaction in
his voice.
ÒYes,Ó I breathed.
ÒNot until you open her fully, all the way up,Ó Kali corrected him,
me. Becky squeaked as Cybil deftly inserted a fingertip into her bottom.
ÒDo not flinch, dear,Ó Cybil cooed to Becky. Her words soothed me
also. ÒReceive, let yourself enjoy it.Ó
ÒItÕs big,Ó I gasped. I felt as if a huge cork had been stuffed in my
asshole. I wanted it out.
ÒPlease mommie!Ó Becky whined.
ÒWill you go take your bath now?Ó Cybil asked.
ÒI canÕt,Ó Becky admitted frankly. She was too excited now.
ÒAlex will pee on you then, and that will have to be your bath,Ó Cybil
replied.
ÒEeek!Ó A little girlÕs favorite expression. Becky leapt up, hands at
her cheeks. Cybil let her unplug herself from her finger, draw back from
her cunt-seeking hand. Becky turned and dashed for the house, her legs
flashing, bottom rearing at us as her cheeks bounced with the pounding of
her little feet.
ÒSuch a sweet thing,Ó Cybil said. She rose from her chair. Naked as
a jaybird she walked over to Kali and lifted her up from her chair. As if to
enforce some code of politeness for guests, she straightened KaliÕs
panties a bit, tugging at the bows that decorated the vee of her crotch.
But she did not bother to pull KaliÕs panties back up over her butt. It stuck
out bare and inviting. It was a pumpkin waiting to be slipped into with a
knife.
The girls advanced on Alex. ÒDo you think your pleasure can come so
soon?Ó Cybil asked Alex. Kali seemed to agree that this must not be so.
Together they grabbed me by my slim arms and yanked me off his prodder.
I felt a withdrawn plug, then a pop, then air replacing what had been so
enormously full just a second before. My O thankfully shrank back to its
normal size. Blushing, I rubbed my bottomcheeks as soon as the girls let
me go. Alex stared up at me, wishing his big thing was back inside me,
where no doubt he thought it belonged.
Kali took hold of AlexÕs cock. He alone was dressed, amongst us.
She yanked on his pecker. ÒCome, sir,Ó she admonished, though I knew her
not to be commanding what he wanted so badly. He stood, his big form
replying to the yank of her small hand upon his dick.
Engorged, trembling with desire, Alex stood. His thing stuck out as
Cybil and Kali set about making the rest of him as naked as it was. They
tore off his clothes, politely, but with firm resolution. Discarded, his
clothes hit the grass, perhaps to be trampled upon later by Becky, playing
in the yard.
ÒWe shall go to a proper dungeon now,Ó Kali whispered into AlexÕs
ear. ÒYou must be trained, sir, and your penis whipped, your balls lashed.Ó
ÒI-I wish only to fuck now,Ó Alex replied. He seemed dazed. His
hunger overpowered him, made him strangely docile. Did he want this? I
mused. Guessing, I realized he must be new to sex, or able to get it
whenever he wished. Either way, he wanted someone else to take charge
this time. He wanted to be relieved of the responsibility. I had no
responsibilities. He was the boytoy and I was the pet. Together we would
mate in the barn, rut in the stables. We would have nice children who
would never disobey and would always vote Republican.
ÒLetÕs go!Ó Kali said. She slapped my ass. In my musings IÕd not
realized they were moving toward the house. Cybil walked ahead, lockstep
with Alex, admiring his cock as he pointed the way to wherever she might
go. Kali urged me forward, pushed me. In my high heels I stepped,
stumbled across the grass, she following. She gave my ass another playful
slap and said I would make a good victim.
Unclothed, naked as the day we were born, we entered into the still
coolness of the house. Cybil unlocked a door along the hall. She saw to it
that we passed into the room beyond. It was dark inside, cold. I shivered.
I drew my arms about my chest in the darkness. Only my bottom, so
recently warmed by KaliÕs hand, did not at once feel chilly.
The door to the room closed. The sound of its closing was loud. It
echoed off stone walls. The lights were flicked on. I let out a little
scream.
We were not alone. Couples gazed out at us, lost in sexual bliss.
Males rodded females, who came upon seeing us. Girls crouched in cages,
sipping wine from upraised dog dishes, their bodies white, marked here
and there with red stripes, evidence of discipline imposed and well-
received. Against one wall a girl stood, clad in nothing but a corset, her
stockings pulled down, her garters swinging free, identical to me save
that my stockings were still up. Behind her a woman, her titties and
pussy showing, a strange uniform crisscrossing her figure but hiding
nothing, lashed into the girl with a whip. The girl yelped, begged. The
woman cared not to hear, laid on more strokes. The girlÕs bottom was
lovely, white where she usually wore her swimsuit, tanned where the
swimsuit did not cover. SheÕd worn a kind of thong swimsuit, I saw,
though not as narrow in back, letting the outside curves of her now-
indrawn ass bounce freely under the summer sun. She was paying for
letting her ass cheeks hang out like that now: the woman beat her again
and again, laying bright bruising strokes upon her tender flesh wherever
she struck.
Instinctively I reached out, grabbed the nearest hand. It was AlexÕs.
My eyes continued to drink in the scene before us. I saw a girl bound to a
rape rack, standing but not standing, her knees long since bowed,
exhausted. Her cunt was rent open and there was sperm dripping very
obviously from it. Her entire body, in fact, was splattered with male
reproductive fluid, as if a hundred Indians had mauled and raped her and
left her dying in the desert heat. Her boobs, sticking out firmly despite
the mistreatment, jiggled softly with her every quiet moan. Her mouth
was forced open with a spring-jaw and I saw that she had been fucked
deeply in it, sperm smearing her cheeks and matting her hair, drying as it
trickled down her lips and neck. She had practically drowned in the stuff!
I guessed. And then I saw the Indians, white-men actually, lying in
satisfied contentment at her feet. Were they her masters or her slaves?
She breathed quietly, seemingly the sole survivor of the orgy, her males
all asleep, as exhausted as she.
ÒThis is Hell,Ó Cybil announced to us proudly. ÒMy favorite room,
where you can always count on something going on. You can even flick off
the lights from a hidden switch in the kitchen, and they wonÕt mind a bit.
TheyÕre too busy, you see.Ó Groans assailed our ears. Sperm odors and
cunt juice mingled on the air.
ÒHow-how long have they been here?Ó Kali asked.
ÒSome stay for days. Others just a while, though I daresay you can
get locked in in a place like this. I let people out once a day, or more often
if I wish. ItÕs a great room if you donÕt have much money but want to stay
for awhile. In here you could, I suppose, stay forever. Once in a while I
have the place hosed down. I just gave them dinner a little while ago. It
must have refreshed them, for they are at it again. Sometimes Becky lets
people in and out. Only IÕm supposed to know where the key is, but she
discovered it.Ó I had not seen her take up the key, guessed sheÕd done it
passing through the kitchen, as Kali hurried me toward the house. Perhaps
sheÕd made Alex close his eyes so he would not see. She held it now, a big
iron ring with one long key dangling from it. A dungeon key, a prison key
from an old west movie. Except this was the 20th century and I was as
imprisoned as the rest of them now.
There was a knock at the door. Cybil turned, unlocked it, lovely in
her nakedness, her long mane swaying as she worked the key in the door,
thrusting it in, twisting it. She pulled open the door and a man and a
woman came in, fully dressed, a naked girl between them. She was blonde,
blindfolded, skinny and leggy, but with wonderful big boobs and an ample
bottom.
ÒYou look dressed for church!Ó Cybil chided the couple.
ÒWe tied her up while we made love,Ó the woman replied, caressing
the girlÕs fanny. ÒShe watched, listened, but could do nothing. It was
lovely seeing her yearning figure in the corner, her nipples stiff, her cunt
wanting. Then we showered and dressed. Now itÕs her turn, but sheÕll be
lucky to get anything out of my husbandÕs cock. I pumped him dry.Ó The
womanÕs eyes glanced at her hubby. ÒUnless, that is, heÕs inspired by
whipping a maidenÕs ass.Ó
ÒI might be. ItÕs lovely enough,Ó the man replied.
ÒItÕs his secretary. From work. I caught them exchanging love
notes,Ó the woman replied.
ÒItÕs her fault,Ó the man said, nudging the girlÕs ass with his thumb,
tracing the furrow there. ÒGo forward and grab your ankles, you cunt!Ó
Trembling, blind in her blindfold, the girl stumbled forward a few steps.
Her mouth was open, her lips wet, seeking. She wore spiked heels that
made her steps unsteady. Then, perhaps sensing she had best obey quickly,
the girl bent right over and took hold of legs.
ÒLower,Ó the woman admonished. The girl, holding her calves, slid
her hands down to her ankles. Her ass, desirable and round, presented
itself to us, all white and unblemished. The man drew off his belt and I
knew she would not remain unflawed for long. ÒWiden your stance,Ó the
woman ordered. The girl hesitantly drew apart her legs, showing us the
fig of her cunny. In front her breasts hung down, gourds ripe for milking.
Her lovely hair fell forward. It brushed the stone floor.
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