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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Sex School
Chapter One
One of the benefits of being 40 was that Steven could see things for
what they were. Not, perhaps, as well as a man of 80, but better than a
man of 25. Better, even, than a month ago, when he'd first met Laurie. As
they walked down the street together, he considered his options. He could
take her back to his small apartment and fuck her. He'd entertained
Brittney there and, while they didn't actually have sex, he had brought her
off with his hand. But he realized that his lust for Laurie might not serve
her best interests; he wanted to give her more than what a boy her own
age could give her. It was almost his duty to, he told himself.
"Laurie," Steve said, looking over at her. Brittney had taken the
girl's hand. It was the one that had been holding the Gummi Bears and
Steven vaguely recalled, as he had been walking and thinking, Brittney
saying, as she took hold of Laurie: "Your hand is sticky."
Laurie smiled up at Steven. Her sparkling blue eyes caught the
waning afternoon light, seemed to amplify it, turning her baby blues to
gemstones. He saw that her nipples had risen beneath her shirt; it was
stretched and straining even more than before. Brittney saw the two of
them, Steven and Laurie, catching eyes. In pleasant sympathy she
squeezed Laurie's hand; a gesture of confidence in her ability to do what
they were all planning. Steven wondered what thoughts Brittney had; did
she realize that with Laurie being a virgin, she would be assigned the role
of domme? It would be interesting, watching one tween dominate another.
Steven hoped Brittney had received enough training to take the job on and
do it well.
And that's when Steven realized how he wanted to have Laurie; not
quickly, not today in his apartment or, worse, in some quiet backstreet
doorway. He wanted to plan this out and give both Laurie and Brittney a
chance to truly explore their sexual selves; with himself participating, of
course. It was every man's erotic fantasy, played out in Penthouse
magazine every month, though obviously with older girls. Already he
sensed a kind of passionate communion between Brittney and Laurie.
Without speaking of it they both already seemed to realize that they would
be getting to know each other on much more intimate terms.
"Laurie, I want to do this right. To do right by you, and Brittney too,"
Steven said. He felt the shadows of the trees pass over him and the girls
as they cut off the sidewalk and into the park, the very park where Steven
had first stalked Laurie. "Brittney has had some training; I want her to
get some more, and you of course have yet to start. If you can wait for
about a week, maybe more, maybe less, and save yourself and not speak of
this and get me in trouble, I think I can arrange something. Something
grand, as befits a new virgin choosing to enter the world of sex. A...
school," Steven said, throwing the word out, and then liking the ring of it.
"And I could be the school mistress!" Brittney blurted. Steven looked
quickly around. Hopefully no one was in earshot of their conversation. It
could get rather specific. The last thing he wanted was to have some
woman walking her dog report him. Steven saw nobody, nobody near
enough to hear, that is, and said to Brittney, "Not too loud. We are in a
park, you know."
"ooops," Brittney said, in a small quiet voice.
"I won't tell anybody," Laurie said in a voice that was soft and yet
urgent, her nipples sweetly stemming in her too-tight shirt. Steven
looked at her larger-than ever breasts. They were not as big as Brittney's
but the girl was gaining on her; they were fine young things that seemed
to beg Steven, with their excited little nipples, to toss her into a bush and
get her out of her shirt and panties. With an effort he managed to restrain
his cock; it was growing larger by the second in his pants. He thought of
Mickey Mouse and Goofy for a moment, then returned to the subject at
hand.
"I think I can get us someplace," Steven said to Laurie, Brittney
listening avidly. "Someplace nice. Of course you'll have to skip out on
your parents when the time comes. Just leave, we'll think up an excuse
later."
"That's what I did," Brittney told Laurie, still holding her hand. "I
told my mom and dad that I'd run away because they were making me do
too much homework. So now I have to do less; and I can watch more T.V.
too!"
"Goodie!" Laurie said.
They planned for the following Friday. Steven called Janice after
they'd parted company and the woman seemed delighted to host their
soiree.
"You will not be involved, however," Steven said to Janice,
remembering how she'd engineered his having a dildo stuck up his butt.
"Of course, dear," Janice said. "I can arrange for Bob and I to take
the weekend off if you'd like. I've been trying to get some vacation time
for quite awhile; things have been so busy with the market lately."
They agreed that Steven and Brittney and Laurie would meet at
Janice's the following Friday. Then Steven called Brittney, and told her to
meet him at the mall. She assured him she would take care of getting
Laurie there; Steven was still superstitious about calling or going to fetch
the girl, remembering how he'd been stranded naked in her back yard.
The following Friday all went well. Brittney told her parents she
was going to the mall; Laurie simply left home at 5. Her mother wasn't
home from work yet.
Soon the threesome was at Janice's. Steven had driven the girls
from the mall. All the way they had played his radio loudly; a station he
didn't know existed, songs he was utterly unfamiliar with. But the girls
knew all the words. They sang along, making the din in Steve's car even
louder. It was with some relief that he finally pulled into Janice's
driveway. The girls grew sober as they got out of the car. Laurie knew it
was her last hour as a virgin. Brittney was about to enter again into
territory that had been, on her last visit, not only pleasurable but painful
too.
Janice greeted them at the door. Bob was nowhere in sight. In fact
he was already in their garage, arranging their things for their weekend
getaway. They would try camping; it would be a far cry from the comforts
of their mansion. It would consist of a simple tent, a cooler with ice and
bottles of wine, sandwiches, and Bob's belt. Janice introduced the
threesome to her bedroom; and told them all would be in readiness
downstairs when they chose to explore the more dangerous side of their
passions.
"I have arranged a little school house downstairs," Janice said to the
three explorers, their excitement visible now, the nipples of the girls and
Steve's crotch risen with lust. "There is a single student's desk. There
are two chairs, one simple and straightforward and the other of a more
onerous design, for the pupil who is ready to accept a challenge. For the
teacher there is a big desk, and a padded swivel chair. Then for the
proctor there is a plush leather chair, as comfortable as the ones in my
living room.
"It sounds great," Steve said.
"And then in the room beyond, the basement proper as it existed
before I added the little schoolhouse, is everything else you'll need,"
Janice said. She looked at Brittney, then let her eyes move to Laurie and
settle on her. "I want you to be clear about what the other room contains,"
Janice said to the 13-year-old girl. "There are things there to open you, to
make you into a woman like Brittney. She has already experienced many of
them. It is not uncommon for a girl to feel quite scared when she first
sees them. You must be brave; Steven and Brittney are not going to hurt
you. Not in the conventional sense, I mean. They are going to train you.
Sometimes it might hurt a little but it will never harm you. Do you
understand?"
"I- I think so," Laurie said. Brittney was holding her hand and she
squeezed the girl's palm more tightly in her own. She flashed her a
reassuring smile; Janice looked at Steven and said,
"I'm leaving you in charge. I hope you will be responsible."
"As responsible as any good pervert can be," Steven said. Janice
lifted a hand and tapped his chest. It was sculpted and hard, under his
shirt, and for a moment she wished she could stay and play with them.
"You must not speak of yourself as a pervert," Janice said to Steve.
"It is time for Laurie to be opened and you are the ideal male to do it. You
are mature, well-versed in these things, at least well enough to
accomplish things accurately on the novice level--"
"Thanks," Steve said.
"You yourself have much to learn but this will help," Janice said to
Steven.
"If you're saying I need another dildo up my ass I'm not interested,"
Steven said.
"You have only had one. And you resisted. Someday you must learn to
accept and not resist. A man must know both parts of sexuality.
Penetrating others he learns as part of his nature, just as a female learns
receptivity. But the man must learn to receive as well, to be truly well-
rounded in sex. And the female must learn to penetrate."
"Uh-huh," Steve said, his eyes flashing a 'no' to the woman even as
his voice seemed to say yes.
"Oh Goodie I want to fuck Steve!" Brittney said, her eyes aglow.
Janice patted the top of the girl's head.
"You see? You are opening a Pandora's box and you cannot escape the
consequences," Janice said to Steve.
"I thought you were going camping," Steve said to the woman.
"Promise me that I can train your behind as a result of letting you
play here," Janice said to the man. Steve gave an exasperated sigh. The
woman was standing very close to him now. Her perfume was starting to
drive him crazy.
"Okay! Okay! Just go camping, would you?" Steven said to Janice.
"Of course dear. And Bob will be with us when you are trained,"
Janice said.
"For Chrissakes!" Steven whined. "Enough already! Next you'll be
saying it's your husband who's going to wield the dildo!
"Good. Then we're agreed," Janice said. She clasped Steve's groin.
She felt its sizeable heft, too big for her fingers to completely
encompass. She squeezed him. The two girls squealed with delight. Then
Janice kissed Steve, briefly but right on the lips. "I can't wait to see your
big penis sticking out all hard and randy when I shove something big and
hard up your ass," Janice said to Steve. Then she turned and was gone,
leaving the threesome alone in her bedroom. Steven looked at the two
girls. They were still giggling from what Janice had said to him.
"Let's get undressed," Steven said. "And then we'll put on the clothes
Janice has arranged for us." He pointed to the closet where the woman had
told them, as she brought them into her bedroom, that she had "stored
costumes" for them. Brittney and Laurie nodded eagerly. Then Brittney,
turning to Laurie, pulled up her shirt.
It is a marvelous thing to see two 13-year-old girls undressing.
Steve gaped at the girls as they, as if taking their clothes off for
swimming or gym, got out of their things. They were smashingly
beautiful; Laurie with her big bare uptilted tits and Brittney bigger still,
the two girls gazing with wonder at Steven as he released his own sizable
appendage, the big penis between his legs.
"Gosh! You are excellent! I think I was so flakey and nervous last
time I hardly noticed," Laurie, with a new maturity in her voice, told
Steven. He nodded. He remembered her at her house; dressed in Sunday
School clothing, then goading him into an impromptu pillow fight in her
bedroom. Now, here at Janice's where no one at all could disturb them,
locked away in her big mansion, they all had more time to contemplate
each other. They did it with wide-eyed wonder; Steve as impressed as the
girls. Several minutes passed as they simply stood and stared; I'll show
you mine if you show me yours, and we'll all admire together.
As he stood there gazing at the girls, Steve's mind conjured up a
party he'd had once with two 20-year-olds. They had undressed and gone
about things with experienced vigor; Steven had been sucked dry and then
the two girls had assigned themselves the task of opening each other up
for the day, one girl kneeling eagerly on the bed, in the nude, while her
naked partner shoved a store-bought dildo up into her pussy. After this
tempting scene had played itself out both ways, each girl doing the other,
Steven was up and ready for action again. He arranged the two girls on
their hands and knees, and as they knelt on the bed kissing he attempted
one girl's bottomhole, with mixed success, losing himself as he entered,
and then fingered the other one in the ass. There had been no complaints,
other than those one always expects during a good vigorous entry, and
there had been no regrets. They had fucked each other to exhaustion, using
each other like objects, each intent on his or her own pleasure, but giving,
as it happened, pleasure in the process. Afterwards they had bid each
other goodbye. They had never met again. It had been a wonderful wild
weekend and everyone had gotten what they came for.
This would have to be a more delicately managed affair. Laurie was
completely virgin; even now just emerging from the silliness of childhood.
Brittney had been exposed to sex but was still, in the end, just a seventh-
grader. Despite her adventures Steven had no doubt that she was still
tight as a drum. If Steven wasn't careful he might become too excited
trying to have one or the other girl; he might spill himself and spoil all
the fun. Of course he was up to more than one discharge; but he was 40,
not 18. Too many "accidents", planned or unplanned, and he might end their
weekend early, at least as far as his own powers were concerned. He
didn't want to do that. He must extend the game as long as possible,
extending his own erection in the process; and yet he must, most
assuredly, as the weekend progressed, give each girl the benefit of his
cock. They must always be aware of it and threatened by it, teased by it,
even poked by it, yet he must now allow them to exhaust him too early.
The answer was clearly that fingers and dildos would have to be employed,
more than usual, and whips, and the slow hour-burning passionate embrace
of chains. He could not simply expect the two seventh-graders to embrace
the idea of lesbian sex, as his two 20-year-old playmates had, certainly
not right up to and including the idea of female dildo-fucking. There
would not be a single hot passionate endless orgy, as he'd experienced
with the older girls. Things would have to be paced, assignments made,
introductions fashioned. As Steven thought about it all he realized what
an amazing amount of work it would be. He hoped he was up to the task.
"We must get dressed," Steven said at last to the girls.
"Oh. Yes!" Brittney said. Laurie looked puzzled.
"So soon?" she asked. Obviously she somehow equated their nude
interlude with actual intercourse. Fortunately Brittney enlightened her by
saying,
"In our sex clothes, silly. The ones Janice said she bought for us."
"Oh," Laurie said. Her hand had slipped between her legs, her fingers
momentarily contemplating diddling herself. It was, Steven realized, how
she'd always ended thoughts of sex before, with her own finger in her cunt.
Tonight things would be different.
"Laurie, I forbid you to touch your pussy," Steven said to the girl.
Laurie blushed. Brittney, realizing what the girl had been thinking of,
said,
"Yes! You must not touch yourself, Laurie. That is your first order."
"I have to follow orders?" Laurie asked in a high, whining voice.
"Yes you do, Laurie," Brittney said. "I am the mistress and you are
my slave. You will do just as I say-- or I'll spank you!"
Steven barely suppressed a chuckle. The blonde would be spanked no
matter what, he was sure of that. But Laurie artlessly clapped her hands
to her thighs, to the outside of her thighs, suddenly frightened into
obedience. Brittney grasped one of her hands off her bare flank and took
her to the closet.
Just then there was a sound of footsteps in the hall. Brittney and
Laurie looked up with terrified surprise; Steve could already guess by the
hard clacking sound of the shoes who it was, and was strangely relieved
when Janice re-entered the room. Her husband Bob came with her. His
crotch was risen and Steve didn't have to ask why.
"What if we stayed and played with you?" Janice asked the
threesome. "Would we be such a terrible bother?"
"I thought you were going camping," Steve said.
"We were...but my husband managed to buy a tent that didn't include
tent pegs," Janice said. Her eyes fell to Steve's naked cock. He laughed a
little and said,
"It's our party. But if you two promise to stay on the sidelines
perhaps the girls won't mind." The daunting task of handling two young
girls was becoming more apparent to him. Laurie was trembling, her eyes
wide as a kitten's faced with a dog. He could probably use the helping hand
of a woman; provided she didn't stick anything up his ass.
"Oh Steven you must have something to keep you on pins and
needles," Janice chided the man, guessing his thoughts.
"I already do. Keeping myself fit and hard," Steven said.
"But a little more tension wouldn't hurt. It might even prove
exciting, as you stab yourself into a girl, knowing you must receive the
same before the weekend's over." Janice looked at Steve's penis. It
seemed to throb with a greater urgency. Steve was aware of the effect
the woman's words were having. There was a certain perverse thrill to
having his butthole threatened. He would fuck the girls, but in the end he
himself would be fucked. Not in the sense that society imagined, perhaps,
by going to prison, but at the hands of a woman. If there was any poetic
justice needed for his sins, that would certainly be it. And to know of it
in advance, to be complicit in it, seemed to heighten Steve's sense of
passion. Mutely he gave his consent, nodding his head a little. He saw a
grin spread across Bob's face.
"But not by him!" Steve said to Janice, pointing at her husband.
"Of course not, dear," Janice answered. Steve hoped her words were
genuine.
"What's this?" Brittney asked. She had rolled back the closet door
and had fetched out a tight-looking garment. It had crisscrossing laces in
back.
"That's a corset, dear. Especially sewn to your size. At least, your
size as near as I could remember it," Janice said. "Here, I'll help you put it
on."
And she did. Meanwhile the others dressed to, in the uniforms Janice
had purchased for them. Laurie was adorned with a small fur cape. It tied
around her neck, over a leather collar that she was also made to wear; a
dog's collar mixed incongruously with the luxury of the cape. The garment
dropped down as far as the middle of her back. It was lined with silk.
Laurie could pull the ends of the cape forward to just cover her tits. Not
the entire width of her breasts but as far as her pointy nipples. The
center of her body, where her breasts met, remained naked, as did her
belly, her hips, and her legs. Janice fitted boots to her feet. They were
black leather boots that came up to her knees.
"You are the pupil," Janice said to Laurie, smiling down at the wide-
eyed girl. "I suppose I could have chosen a school girl outfit for you, a
little dress perhaps and an abbreviated blouse, but I wished to drape you
in fur, in honor of your soon to be surrendered virginity. You must be given
the best of treatment, right up to the moment when your instruction
begins. Go look at yourself in the mirror. Look how beautiful you are in
your little cape and boots."
Laurie did. She spun about in front of a full length bedroom mirror,
watching as her fur cape opened and flew with her twirling motion.
Beneath the fur tied around her neck a glimpse of the servile collar could
be seen; a promise of what was to come, when she would be absolutely
naked, and suffering. But for the moment she was all smiles, delighting in
her little cape and her calf-clasping boots, feeling wonderfully wrapped
and yet unwrapped at the same time, nude beneath her simple, half-
covering garments. She stopped in place and drew her cape over her
breasts. The squeezing middle of her tits, where her ample conical flesh
met, remained uncovered, even as she stretched the cape's sides to hide
her nipples. Down below her gently panting ribs her flat belly lay, beneath
that, below the perfect dimple of her navel, her crotch hair grew. It was
thin and wispy, new-grown, barely hiding her cuntlips. Laurie let go of her
cape and thrust her hands down over her cunt. The cape sprang back,
revealing her nipples again, the peaks of her tits bounding forward as the
pressure of her hands was removed.
"Laurie! I told you not to touch yourself," Brittney called. Janice
was tying the girl into the corset she had chosen for her. It humped up her
very large breasts, making them even larger-looking and more inviting
than they already were. Meanwhile Bob, having taken a testicle ring from
a bureau drawer, was helpfully fitting the thing to Steven.
"This will keep you from spilling too soon," Bob said to Steven. The
man gasped as Bob tightened the leather strap round the uppermost part of
his balls. He didn't like being handled by Bob, but the man had moved on
him so quickly that he hadn't had time to resist. Now he stood haplessly,
his cock jutting forth as Bob openly admired it, pulling the strap even
tighter around Steve's family treasure.
"That's enough!" Steve cried, feeling the mounting pressure of the
thong. It felt like his balls were about to burst.
"It takes several tugs. Once you've gotten used to one notch, the next
can be pulled through, until you're quite unable to spill."
"Unless I'm fucking a virgin, in which case none of the above
applies," Steven groaned.
"All the more reason to wear one," Bob said.
Adorned in luxury, Laurie was taken downstairs. She was led by Bob.
Steven and Brittney had been taken down a few minutes earlier by Janice
so the woman could explain to them the use of the rooms. Steven worried
that Bob might take advantage of Laurie, she was indeed a delightful treat,
and quite defenseless. Janice assured him her husband would not do that.
"He wants your ass," Janice said to Steven.
"Dammit I said that's off limits to him," Steven said. Janice smiled.
The sounds of Laurie's boots and Bob's footsteps were heard on the
basement steps.
"I'm scared," Laurie was heard to say, as Steven and Brittney and
Janice waited for her in the schoolroom.
"It's alright to be a little scared," Bob said consolingly to the girl.
"But you must have courage too. It is all necessary, if you're not to be
mired forever in childhood."
"I'm tired of everyone calling me a child," Laurie said.
"Yes. Very good," Bob agreed. "You will do well tonight, then."
As Laurie entered the room, Brittney seated herself in the big swivel
chair behind the teacher's desk. Steve settled into the leather proctor's
chair. The basement was a little chilly and he gasped as he felt the
coolness of the leather come into contact with his balls and his ass.
Brittney, sitting down in the swivel chair bare-bottomed, had a similar
experience. Its cool vinyl, touching against her ass and cunt, made her
give a small urgent sigh.
But it was nothing to what Laurie had waiting for her. Across her
simple metal school room chair, which was a folding chair, was a bag of
ice. As she came into the room Janice picked up the bag; it wasn't too
heavy. She walked to the back of the room and put the ice in a cooler.
Poor Laurie! By the time she'd taken in her surroundings the ice was
safely put away; she had not even noticed its presence on the chair, or had
not remembered it, which was just as bad. Bob led her mutely over to the
metal chair assigned to her. It was behind a wooden school room desk, the
old-fashioned kind that sits alone and by itself, without having a chair
physically attached to it. Laurie, seeing the old chipped wood, an ink well
with a real bottle in it, and the studious reassurance of an ancient
feathered ink pen lying on the desk, breathed a sigh of relief. It was a
school room of one's most childish fantasies, a little one-room affair for
personalized and individualized instruction. With a joyful spring in her
steps Laurie broke away from Bob and went to the desk. Eagerly she sat
down on the chair.
For one second. Then, feeling the cold contact of the ice-frozen
seat, Laurie bolted upright.
"YO-HOOOOHOOOOO!" Laurie cried.
"What's the matter?" Brittney, suppressing a giggle as she sat behind
the teacher's desk, asked. Her voice was stern; Janice had briefed her on
how to conduct herself.
"It's C-C-COLD!" Laurie cried, her eyes wide with discomfort. Her
hands flew back to her bare behind and she rubbed it briskly.
"Your bottom is cold? We have an answer to that," Brittney said.
Meaningfully she raised a whip that had been lying on her big teacher's
desk.
"No the chair-- I mean my bottom too but--" Laurie gasped. She
looked at the whip Brittney was flourishing at her.
"I see the young lady is complaining about the accommodations," Bob
remarked to Janice.
"She is spoiled, expects everything to be just right. Look how she
dresses herself. Does she think this is a fashion parade? Doesn't she
know fur kills animals?" Janice answered. The game had begun. Steve
smiled happily, his cock stiff as a bone as he sat in the comfortable chair,
his balls uncomfortable but needfully tied; he might have shot himself off
just looking at how wonderfully frightened and confused Laurie now was,
still wearing her little fur cape, her big bosoms wobbling lewdly in front
of her, balloons looking for pins, her hands briskly rubbing her bottom.
"You will come lean over my desk and receive three strokes of my
whip. That should warm you up sufficiently to sit in that chair," Brittney
said to her companion in a high-pitched, child's voice. To Steve's surprise,
Laurie stepped forward.
"Very good," Janice complimented the blonde. Steve watched as
Laurie stepped up to the desk. Still holding her rear, she bent over it. She
rested her cheek on the desk's hard surface. Brittney came around to the
front of her desk, positioning herself at Laurie's back.
"Take your hands away. Or I'll hit them and the strokes won't count,"
Brittney told the girl.
Laurie let go of her rubbery cheeks. She placed her palms on the
desk. Bob, coming forward, gently took the girl's hands and pulled them
out in front of her and held them against the desk for her. Still wrapped in
her soft-as-silk cape, which hung down to the middle of her back, Laurie's
bare bottom cheeks trembled. Brittney drew back the whip she held in her
hand. It had a thong of moderate width, not thin, for that would have been
quite painful, but not so thick as to uselessly spread out the blow and
lessen it to the point of play. Brittney's hand suddenly flashed forward.
The whip flew out; with a sharp crack, echoing in the small confined
schoolroom, it struck Laurie right on her naked ass. The blonde's head
jerked up. Her mouth opened in a screaming howl. At the same moment
her hands tugged frantically in Bob's grip. She was suddenly desperate to
cover her hiney again. But he held her firmly, which was quite easy. She
was only a frail 13-year-old, however wonderful her desk-pressing
bosoms might be. Laurie was left to haplessly wriggle her bare injured
ass, a red stripe showing on it now, arcing across her white tenderness,
Laurie's legs stiffening with the pain and her feet rising up on tip toe.
"HOOOOOOOOO!" Laurie cried, and you would have thought, hearing it,
that she'd sat on the cold chair again.
"Bravo!" Bob said. "Hit her again. After she's felt the fullness of the
pain in her cheeks. Let her have a moment to feel it, to luxuriate in it."
"Yes," Janice agreed, though she knew the new pupil was a long way
from learning to accept pain as a luxury. It was so sharp, so complete and
unequivocally biting, so wonderfully able to drive out all other thought.
But it would be years, perhaps, before the 13-year-old understood the true
benefits of a good whipping; how it could completely erase all thoughts of
a bad day at work.
When an interval had transpired, an interval in which Laurie kept
crying out, jigging her bottom around as if she wanted more, though in
fact she was begging to be released, Brittney let her friend have the whip
again. It licked across Laurie's seat. Again it was a direct hit.
"You are quite good with that thing," Janice complimented the
brunette. Laurie did not appreciate Brittney's talent; her swooning cry
jolted upward in volume. Her head snapped upward again, after falling
briefly to the desk. Her ass danced a jig of wantonness that only the best
bar dancers could match. Bob continued to hold the girl lightly yet firmly,
her small hands trapped by his grasp on her wrists, Laurie's fingers
wiggling helplessly, scratching at the surface of the teacher's desk.
"One more," Janice said to Brittney. The brunette drew her breath,
held it, like a racer waiting for the starting gun. As Laurie volubly
protested her entrapment, the whip fell a third time. It struck with
considerable force; the 13-year-old whipmistress had determined to make
the third blow unforgettable. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on
one's view of things, it struck Laurie where it should, not on her delicate
arching back, where her spine lay, or on her thin-legged thighs, so straight
and vulnerably shoved against the desk. It hit her outjutting fat bottom, a
ripe fat target seemingly hand-made for the whip that struck a new line
across it.
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!" Laurie shouted, her most desperate cry yet.
Brittney walked forward to the desperately gyrating girl. When her
motions had settled a little Brittney put a palm to her young friend's
bottom.
"My, your seat is quite hot now, darling," Brittney said with mock
sympathy.
"YEEEEEEK! Ooooh! Oooh! Ooooh!" Laurie blubbered. At the touch of
her friend's hand she had thought the whip was striking her again, so
jumpy was she in her emotions. When she realized it was something cool
and soft she relaxed a little; as much as a hot-bottomed victim could, her
bottom still moving rapidly and with vigor, the cheeks flexing in their
redness, but no longer struggling so desperately against Bob's grip. That
she did not now kick back at the girl who had tormented her, with her long
black boots so able to inflict damage if she wished, was a good sign. She
was ready and eager to learn. Not all her screaming was as wilfully
refusing as she would have had the others belive. She was not a truly
unwilling captive. She knew she had to learn and minded only the
intensity of the pain. She enjoyed the nakedness of her body, pressing
against the hard desk. She liked being able to show off what for 13 years
had remained hidden from all but her mother's eyes.
Bob let Laurie up from the desk. He led her bottom-wobbling back to
the too cold chair. He made her sit down. Again she shouted at the
coldness of the seat but it was a relief now too, not just a nuisance, with
her bottom so ardently heated. She sat upon it with tears in her eyes.
Sniffling, she tried putting a hand to her cunt.
"Do not touch yourself, Laurie," Janice admonished.
"Have her sit with her legs apart so she cannot amuse her lips with
the pressure of her thighs," Bob advised.
Brittney commanded it, in her high child's voice. Laurie obeyed. She
sat with legs apart, showing the lips of her tight little virgin sex, as
Janice told Brittney to discuss the subject of sexual positions. They were
to be drawn in turn on the blackboard, and Laurie questioned about each
one.
"Use the whip as an aid to memory," Janice told Brittney. "If your
friend cannot correctly identify a given position, whip her bottom. One
stroke for each mistake."
"Ohhhh!" Laurie shouted, but Brittney was grinning, for as Bob
pointed out to her, in the drawer of the teacher's desk was a book full of
positions for intercourse, each one labelled in big letters so Brittney
could easily read it.
Turning to the blackboard at the front of the room, Brittney, who had
done well in art class in her real school, sketched two figures. They were
both lying down and the male figure was easily indicated by the big
appendage that Brittney drew coming straight from his body, plunging into
the figure beneath him.
"What is this picture?" Laurie, trembling with her legs apart, using
her hands to pull her cape forward to cover her nipples, stared at it. Then,
after thinking hard a moment, shivering all the while, and not just from
the cold metal of her chair, she said,
"The M position!"
"What?" Brittney asked.
"M...uh...um...Mission!" Laurie, who had secretly read one of her
mother's not-so-well-hidden books on the subject, announced.
"Not right it's missionAIRY!" Brittney corrected, with an eager swish
of her whip, making the end of the word sound like something involving
birds. But Janice said,
"Close enough, Brittney. You may stay in your seat, Laurie."
"But it's cold," Laurie, whose bottom had cooled a little, said.
"Don't make any mistakes," Brittney warned. She erased the first
two figures and drew two more, in pink chalk on the blackboard, for there
were a variety of colored chalks she could choose from. When she had
finished her second artwork she said to Laurie,
"What's this one?" The blonde stared. Her trembling increased. Her
thighs drew closer. Bob cleared his throat and Laurie spread her legs wide
again, showing her cunt, a frightened look coming into her gaze.
"People going to the bathroom in each other's faces... oh, I don't
know!" Laurie cried.
"Give up?" Janice asked the shivering blonde.
"NO! I-- 88!" Laurie, gazing wildly about, shouted. Brittney let out a
raucous, high laugh.
"No silly! 69!" Brittney said.
With trembling footsteps and tears already running down her cheeks,
Laurie was brought up to the teacher's desk again. She was made to bend
over it. Brittney came round, took aim, and let fly the whip. Laurie
screamed and did a desperate, hip-wriggling dance, a new red line
adorning her bottom. She still wore the luxurious little fur cape, but it
was becoming a kind of mockery of her condition, for she was otherwise
bare and her ass was quite pink now, with two big red slash marks where
Brittney had struck her with extra vigor. This new blow was of the
vigorous kind and Laurie was not modest in her protesting of it. She made
such a furor that Janice came forward and said,
"Someday you must learn to take your lessons in complete silence,
my dear. I suggest you begin practising now or you may feel my hand
wielding the whip, and I can hit much harder than a child."
After this second administration of justice, however, Laurie was
unwilling to go back to her chair. Bob could have pulled her but Janice,
growing restless, had a better idea: she would begin to break down the
others. She ordered Brittney to seat herself on the big teacher's desk. The
girl obeyed, curiosity written on her face. Janice had her spread her legs.
She took off a pearl necklace hanging from her neck, adorning her large
woman's bosoms. She approached Brittney with it and told her to spread
her legs even wider. The girl was visibly wet in her slit with excitement
and moaned when Janice touched her there. After several minutes of
skillful rubbing, when the corset-bound girl with seemed about to explode
pussy juice from between her bare legs, Janice suddenly inserted one of
the pearls on her necklace inbetween the lips of Brittney's cunt.
"OH!" Brittney shouted, looking down at this unexpected intrusion.
"One of the benefits of not being a virgin is that you can have pretty
things put in you, like jewels," Janice smiled. To Steve's ball-busting
amusement, and Brittney's open-mouthed surprise, her sweet little
cuntlips were stuffed full of the pearls on Janice's necklace. When all but
the end of the strand was up in her, a bit being left hanging out of her cunt
so the whole thing might be easily pulled out, Janice told Bob to go
upstairs and fetch a small pair of black lace panties. The garment was
fetched; Janice diddling Brittney the whole time they waited, the girl
shivering with desire as the bit of the necklace hanging out of her did a
lewd little swinging to-and-fro dance. The panties were put on Brittney;
up her legs, over her long black boots, and up round her hips, the girl
sliding down from the teacher's desk as the panties were fitted into place.
They were already tied; bows at her hips held the panties closed. Through
the translucent fabric her brown bush could be seen; in back, the line of
her tight bottomcrack. Brittney swooned as she felt the full weight of the
pearls inside her. The panties kept them in her; that and the virgin-like
tightness of her little cunt's lips. When she moved, she could feel the
baby-like pearls jiggle in her womb. Her tummy remained flat but
everyone in the room was trying to picture what so lewdly filled her, and
how it must feel. Then Janice removed a second strand of pearls from
around her wrist, a whole looping necklace of them, that had bound her
wrist four times round, like a kind of endless gauntlet or bracelet. She
turned to Steve.
"I want you to know what Brittney is feeling," Janice said to Steve.
"I want you to have these up your bottom."
Ten minutes later, after leaning awkwardly over the teacher's desk,
his big hard cock pressed against the side of it, Bob knew what Brittney
must feel like. He had Janice's pearl necklace, which she had worn as a
bracelet, up his ass. So that it might be pulled out of him when he had to
relieve his bowels, the end of it hung out, an advertisement to all the
world that his ass was being violated. Bob was quite amused by Steve's
new ornament. Steve needed no underwear, as Brittney did, for the bottom
is tighter than a cunt, even tighter than a near-virgin's. Brittney, for her
part, looked like she had a little penis inside her panties, for the end of
the necklace was not up her and was visibly hanging from between her
legs. Laurie laughed and looked at both her lovers-to-be and said,
"I don't want to be a virgin anymore, if I can wear jewels!" The sight
was, indeed, deliciously lewd, as if Brittney and Steve had graduated from
some lewd course of instruction, and were adorned with pride. Steve did
not like the pearls in his ass but he loved seeing Brittney loaded, the thing
hanging out of her small and penis-like. It was special and exciting, and it
took a force of will for him not to test the ability of his leather testicle
ring to hold back his seed.
Things were beginning to move now, and Janice was pleased by it.
She had one pearl necklace left, wrapped around her other wrist. She made
it clear to Laurie that the girl would get it; up her bottom if her cunt were
still protected by her hymen.
"Oh, put it in me, then! I want one too!" Laurie begged.
"It will mean your bottom will no longer be virgin," Janice told the
girl.
"I don't care," Laurie said. Being required to sit with her legs apart
and to take the whip on her ass had excited her greatly, despite her tears.
She asked that they might go upstairs and all share the bed together, she
receiving first the pearls in her ass and then somebody's (she did not
bother to specify which) penis in her cunt.
Janice was impressed by the young pupil's enthusiasm. She declared
her to be a graduate of the school.
"You shall learn the other sexual positions as you are put into them
by a lover," Janice told Laurie.
"Oh good," Laurie answered, rubbing her still-red ass.
The spartan room of the school was unsuitable for the lovemaking
now planned; the dungeon beyond, which Laurie had not yet even seen, was
made for other things altogether. So they went back upstairs, Brittney in
her black panties feeling the fulness in her womb, Steve agitated by the
pearls shoved up his ass; Laurie wishing for both, having neither, both her
holes and even her mouth still virgin.
In the bedroom again, the master bedroom that Janice shared with
her husband, the hosts undressed. The girls, excited as they were, didn't
mind the addition of another implement of love. Steve gazed rapturously
at Janice's pin-up body as she got out of her clothing. Everyone helped
both persons; eyes flashed with eagerness, hands moved with the
swiftness of loving accomplices. When everyone was nude hands roamed
with abandon; the girls felt Janice as eagerly as they felt Bob. When
everyone had suffered a finger in a private place, Janice laughingly told
them to disburse. After they had done so she handed out black felt masks;
they would make love with the anonymity of them, not really unknowingly
but with perhaps a greater gusto owing to the fact that the masks made
some attempt to conceal their identity; reducing them to bodies without
faces. Steve felt his penis stem more ardently as Janice tied a mask to
his face. Across from him, Brittney's breasts seemed to loom larger than
ever as Bob tied a mask on her. Laurie had to be told again not to play
with herself. A mask tied over her own face, her fingers slid through her
pubic hair anxiously.
As if to inspire the group, Janice walked up to Bob and embraced
him. It must have worked for, as they parted, a moment later, Laurie,
testing the limits of her virginity, reached out and grasped Bob's penis.
"I think we should have a wienie roast," Laurie said. The thing that
made Bob's cock flex with delight was the way the girl said it. Quite
seriously, examining the big stiff pestle of flesh in her hand as she said
it, gazing at the end of him, at his pee hole, like a rabbit staring into the
barrel of a gun. Steve, who had embraced Brittney in the meanwhile, and
made her shout when he reached back and pinched her bare behind as he
kissed her, now walked hand-in-hand with the brunette over to her friend.
Seeing the second cock in the room within reaching, Laurie stretched her
hand out and took it, as best she could, holding onto the pulsing first one
at the same time. She looked first at the one, then at the other, drawing
them closer together. The heads bumped. Bob looked at Steve.
"Hopefully you don't have anything I can catch," Bob said.
"I don't," Steve said.
Like a girl with two prize animals, Laurie began stroking the two
men's cocks, all the while keeping her small fists' hold on them. The men
groaned. It was quite pleasurable to have themselves fondled in any event,
and having it done by a ripe cherry virgin was a rare delight. For Bob more
than Steve, who arched forward as he was touched and bumped against
Steve again.
"Sorry," Bob said.
"It's alright," Steve answered.
How strange and delicious it all was, Steven thought, as he stood
there being grasped and held and fondled by a 13-year-old girl, another
13-year-old in his hand, his cock bumping against another man's dick as
Janice's necklace made its presence felt, jiggling a little as it lodged in
his anus. Steve only needed someone to kiss him, and Janice did that,
stepping forward now that she was free of her husband's embrace and
taking him in turn. Brittney, delighted by their kiss, stroked Steven's
behind. She watched how the manipulation of Laurie made Steven's bare
ass jerk and move in her hand. Steven was getting it at both ends now, and
more, a 13-year-old pleasuring his dick, another one touching his ass,
Janice's necklace shifting inside him whenever he squeezed his butt and
Janice herself kissing his mouth. Meanwhile, Bob's cockhead bumped
provocatively against his again, letting them mix and share spermy pre-
cum even as Steve shared saliva with his wife's mouth.
It was a precious moment. They all realized it. None of them
wanted it to end, even if some of them were getting more than others. It
promised well for the night. If only they could keep something like this
going all night, Janice thought to herself, as she kissed Brittney's
boyfriend. With one hand Janice reached out and touched Brittney's right
tit. She pinched the girl's nipple provocatively, making her shout as she
had shouted just minutes before when Steve pinched her rear. With her
free hand, the one that was not on Steve's ass, Brittney responded. She
reached up and took the tip of the woman's large breast in her hand,
feeling its wonderful weight even as the woman now massaged her own.
Brittney pinched Janice's left nipple. Janice gave a sigh, which exhaled
into Steve's mouth. Gradually the two then began to milk each other's tits,
Brittney doing Janice's left as the woman did Brittney's right. Back and
forth, back and forth the soon-established rhythm proceeded, two cows
"doing" each other in their two separate stalls.
Steve's hands were busy too. As Brittney, with her right hand,
retaliated against his earlier pinch by beginning to squeeze and then pinch
his hard manly ass, he reached out and stroked Janice's flat belly. He did
that with his left hand, feeling its gentle inviting swell, while with his
right he now reached out and felt Laurie's.
"If you two have skipped your birth control I'm going to have you both
pregnant by morning," Steve warned the two women. Janice giggled.
Laurie looked frightened. As she kissed Steve, Janice assured the girl that
she'd give her a pill before the "festivities" began.
"And you, Brittney?" Janice asked the brunette, when she came up for
air with Steve. The brown-haired girl looked up at the woman.
"I guess I'll need one too," Brittney said.
Reluctantly Janice left off her embrace with Steve. Her tit wiggled
free of Brittney's still-pinching hand and she went to the master bathroom
where she and her husband had shared so many adventures, and where she
herself made sure she took her daily pill. She returned with two pills and
two glasses of water. Laurie was still examining the twin penises,
comparing their lengths and their girths (which were quite similar),
playing with them a little and teasing them to spill. Meanwhile Brittney,
Janice's jewels still up her own cunt, the end of them hanging out in a
teasing strand, had taken to touching and wiggling the strand that was
sticking out of Steve's behind. Up inside him the little pearls rearranged
themselves, due to the compression of his ass and her playing. It was a
bizarre feeling, but one Steve would not have surrendered just yet, still
enjoying its strangeness. He was stiff in front, yet opened behind, stuffed
and yet waiting to stuff.
"Here, girls, each of you take one," Janice said, holding out her hand
with the two pills as she balanced the two glasses in her other hand.
Laurie let go of the men's dicks. She wiped her hands on her belly (for
their sweat and some of their pre-cum had gotten on her hands). Then she
reached out and plucked a pill from Janice's hand. Looking up at the
woman with her big blue eyes, she put the pill on her tongue, which she
extended in an exploring, tentative way from her mouth, as if testing a
Sweet and Sour candy. When she had accepted the pill on her tongue,
putting it there herself, Janice gave her one of the glasses. Laurie took it
with both hands. Childlike she drank, as the two men watched her gulping
delicate throat, her quivering breasts, and (most of all) her gently
undulating flat little belly. Brittney was next. She too drank with both
hands holding the glass, and looked up at Janice as she drank. When she
was finished she repeated something Laurie had just done: she wiped her
mouth with the back of her hand.
"Ahhhh! I was thoisty!" Laurie announced.
"It's probably silly to ask, but do either of you know of any diseases
you might have picked up?" Janice asked the two girls.
"Nope," Laurie said, with the self-assurance of a complete virgin.
"Um, I don't THINK so," Brittney said in a high-pitched voice.
"Well then we're ready to proceed," Janice said. "And what a
wonderful time we shall have! No need for condoms then, unless they're
for the sake of pleasure. I have a special delight for you girls--
constructed like the school room downstairs when I heard you both were
coming. We have a handyman. It is so nice-- he can build whatever
perversions I conceive. Come with me!"
Janice's friendly, beckoning voice lured the two girls. They let her
take their hands. She walked them from the room into a second room, just
down the hall. The men followed, and as they walked Bob, with a friendly
smile, took Steve's hand.
"I really hope you're not gay," Steve said as the man grasped him.
"Hey-- you're the one with something stuck up your ass," Bob
answered.
In the other room a surprise waited for all of them. Except for Bob,
who had helped the handyman install it. In the middle of the room was a
partition. It was made of wood. From a nearby couch Janice picked up two
throw pillows. She dropped them in front of the wall. There were two
holes in the wall, down low. The holes had been thoughtfully lined with
felt.
"I would like to know if you men can figure out which girl is which,
when they have their heads through that wall," Janice said to her husband
and Steve, as they came into the room. "A bit of brown dye in Laurie's
pubic hair will, I think, make her match her friend. Then it will be up to
you men to decide which ass belongs to which girl." Janice looked at the
two young females. "Are you game?" she asked the girls. Brittney reached
out and took Laurie's hand and squeezed it.
"Yes!" Brittney said, for both of them. At the same time she
squeezed her bottomcheeks, flexing them inwards. Laurie was a total
virgin, but Brittney had gone on adventures that had required her to force
things up her ass. Would her bottom hole give her away? Was it, perhaps,
now bigger than Laurie's? Or was it simply more receptive, more willing
to open? Brittney hoped she was as snug as before, and squeezing herself,
felt reassured. She certainly felt tight back there. But at the same time
there was, she sensed, a kind of willingness she had not had before. A
desire to be tested there in a way that a virgin wouldn't understand.
"Who will have us?" Laurie, wondering who her soon-to-be lost
cherry would go to. Her eyes searched between the two penis-hard men.
"Do you have a preference?" Janice asked the girl.
"I do!" Steve said.
"You must choose, and choose correctly," Janice said, turning and
addressing the 40-year-old man.
"He wants me, naturally," Brittney, realizing she was no longer
preferred to the virgin Laurie, said with a kind of wry smile.
"You will both have plenty of penis by morning," Janice said. She
grinned at the girls. "And not just from the men, if I have my way."
"What do you mean?" Laurie asked. Puzzlement showed on her face,
as well as on Brittney's.
"Have you girls ever heard of a strap-on dildo?" Janice asked. Her
face was a picture of sweetness and light, like a mother asking two girls
if they'd heard of the Cookie Monster.
"Noooo," Laurie and Brittney both said.
"Well perhaps you will become acquainted with the device before the
night is out," Janice said. "Now Laurie, let's get you into the guest room
bathroom and put a little dye in your pubic hair, seeing if we can match it
to Brittney's. Then we'll see how well these two men, Steve especially,
know their girls."
"Yes but which will you choose, Steven?" Laurie asked the man, in all
honesty and with childishly sincere interest.
"Why you, of course, silly. You're the virgin," Brittney said.
"I'd like to have you both," Steve said.
"We must get you dyed first, down here, or there'll be no game at
all," Janice said.
"If you weren't here I could have them both," Steve said to Bob.
"Relax," Bob said. "I think my wife is a fair trade for a stab at one of
your little girlfriends."
Steve turned and looked at the woman as she led the two girls into
an adjoining bathroom. He gazed at the mouthwatering roll of her hips,
saw a flicker of flesh through her cascading dark hair as her breasts
bounced on her chest.
"She is quite a prize," Steve said.
"So it's a trade?" Bob asked. His penis quivered in expectation.
"Sure," Steve said. "But I want first crack at trying to pick Laurie."
"Be my guest," Bob said. He looked at the two girls, who, in all
honesty, with their child-wide hips wiggling as they now went giggling
into the bathroom, looked almost like sisters. Both were about the same
height, they were of course the same age and in the same grade. They
liked similar tween girl things, as best Bob could guess, and they spoke in
similar child-squeaky voices. Only their hair gave them away, and the
relative size of their breasts. Laurie was brilliantly golden brown,
Brittney a demure brunette. While Brittney had the larger breasts, Laurie
seemed to be catching up fast, or so Steve told Bob when the girls were
ensconced behind a closed door in the bathroom with Janice.
"Mmmm. Two growing girls," Bob said, nodding when Steve told him
about Laurie's wonderfully blossoming breasts.
"It makes me want to rub myself, thinking of how her tits have
grown," Steve said. He reached out and took hold of himself. Bob felt a
similar need.
"Allow me," Bob said. He reached for Steve's dick. They were
standing just close together enough that he managed to grab hold of it,
even with Steve's hand on it, before Steve could jerk back his hips.
"Hey!" Steve said.
"You want to rub yours, I want to rub mine. Why don't we, just this
once, trade and rub each others?" Bob asked.
"Because it's gAY!" Steve said. His voice rose to a high pitch, girl-
like, as he felt Bob manipulate him in an unexpected and extremely
pleasurable way. "Don't make me cum!" Steve gasped. He relented, saying
that. It was just too enjoyable, he realized, to protest now. He watched
himself as Bob rubbed him with the expertise of one who had, in fact, felt
other men's cocks.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Bob said.
"Where did you learn to--?" Steve gasped, now almost on the brink of
cumming.
"From my wife," Bob said. But he smiled, inwardly. To himself he
said the real answer, "Oh, from our yard boy, and from our handy man, and
from the lifeguard at the pool who wanted a little 'extra income.'" Looking
at Steve, Bob said, "It's not really gay if you've never done it before. It's
just experimentation. Everyone's allowed to experiment."
Steve groaned with desire. He clamped his butt, feeling Janice's
jewels pleasuring his rectum with their little pearl-round movements.
"H- Have you ever done it before?" Steve gasped.
"No," Bob lied.
"Then I guess it's okay," Steve said.
"Feel mine," Bob said. "I want to know what it feels like."
"Okay," Steve said. His balls were roiling. In retaliation now, he
began to massage Bob. If he was going to cum, Bob had better cum too.
Janice's husband smiled and groaned. Steve had no skills, but the pure
innocence of his touch was enough to send Bob ballistic. He felt his own
eggs begin to boil. If they didn't stop, they would spoil what Janice had in
store for them.
As Bob's hand stroked outward to the end of Steve's dick, the 40-
year-old man put a gift of pre-cum into his hand.
"Nice," the older man said to Steve.
"Thanks," Steve answered, his voice very awkward now, his balls
right on the brink of spending.
"What if I don't let go of you and you shoot yourself in my hand?" Bob
asked Steve. "Can you come up again?"
"I-- maybe when I was younger," Steve said.
"Not even for a virgin?" Bob asked.
"I-- God!" Steve gasped. "Don't say that. I'm so close now. Even the
word makes me want to cum!"
"So if I don't let go of you, then it's all over for you," Bob said. Steve
rubbed the man more briskly.
"And for you too, 'cause I'll yank you off if you make me spill!" Steve
said.
"I love having someone pull hard on my dick," Bob said.
"Sure. Well try this," Steve said. But the tug he gave Bob was only a
gentle one, for just then, despite his best efforts, he suddenly jerked and
exploded into an orgasm.
"Gentlemen! Gentlemen!" Janice said, opening the bathroom door to
giggles from the girls as Steve lost himself.
"Ooooh! He's doing it!" Laurie, clapping her hands to her face,
announced.
"No, he's masturbating himself on my clean carpet," Janice corrected.
Steve blushed. Abjectly he looked at the two girls and the woman
standing in the doorway of the bathroom, the bright bathroom lights
illuminating the girls like princesses, Janice standing between them like
Diana herself, huddling two virgins.
"Oh, Steve! How could you?" Brittney asked. As if in silent
admission that things would now be different, she let one of her hands,
which had jumped to her mouth when she saw him, drop down past her
belly and fondle her pubic hair. There was one less cock now, no matter
how you sliced it: Steven would not be ready again for awhile.
Angrily Steve yanked on Bob, even as he continued to lose himself on
the carpet. Bob smiled; liking the punishment. He arched himself out more
toward the young man.
"I know just how to get rid of that thing," Steve said. He dropped to
his knees, putting his knees into the puddle of sperm he was, even now,
still making on the floor. With himself mired in himself, he popped Bob's
big thing in his mouth. Bob was so shocked by this that a moment later he
was cumming: being sucked by Steven was one of the things he'd wanted
from the young man all along, but he'd never expected to get it. Certainly
not this early in the evening. The thought that Steve might bite into him
heightened his sense of the unexpected and, consequently, his enjoyment.
But Steve was not that cruel. He simply wanted to make sure, by fair
means or foul, that Bob did not have the strength he now lacked. As soon
as Bob began cumming, Steve pulled the man out of his mouth. He did not
want him to experience the pleasure of Steve's wet mouth, cumming into
it, but he did still want to make sure Bob lost himself as completely as
Steven had. So, oblivious to the fact that Bob was getting all over his
face and chest, he pumped him with his hand, until Bob was as visibly
exhausted as Steve had become.
"So that's how you do it!" Laurie gasped.
Janice and Brittney laughed.
"No dear that's just a blow job," Janice told the girl.
"And a hand job," Brittney added.
"Oh," Laurie said.
"Well. We're even now," Steve said, rising up out of the puddle he'd
made, which Bob had now added to.
"What about us?" Brittney asked plaintively.
Janice patted Brittney and Laurie's heads. If anyone else had done
that, anywhere else, the young tweens might have been offended, but they
had begun to feel a certain erotic bond with Janice and so they didn't
complain.
"There's still me, and I can be as hard and penetrating as any man
with my strap-on," Janice said. The two girls looked up at her.
"No, I don't think so," Brittney said. Laurie simply stared, artlessly
innocent of what was being offered, even to the point of understanding it.
"How about if I use a small one, and do your bottoms?" Janice asked.
She looked at Laurie. "That way you would still be a virgin."
"Do it!" Bob said.
"I don't think you've exactly got standing to decide this," Steve said
in a slightly disgusted voice to the other man.
"It will help the men come up, if they see me fucking you," Janice
said to Brittney. Laurie gasped, innocent as ever, as Brittney considered
the matter and then, silently and half-heartedly, nodded a 'yes.'
"The cruelty of the thing is that you will get no pleasure from it,"
Janice smiled, speaking to the girls now as one might over tea. "Brittney I
want my jewels back from you first. There is not going to be a lot of room
and I don't know if you're ready for having yourself plugged in both places
at once. We'll start small, and see what we can work up to."
"Oh, I've already done things like this a little," Brittney said. She
put a hand to her belly. "Please can I keep your necklace?"
"Oh. So you have had your bottom penetrated before? But that was
just on Elaine's see-saw, with a toy, wasn't it?"
"No, I've had it elsewhere since," Brittney said.
"Oh alright," Janice answered, patting the girl on her head again,
which would have upset Brittney, had she not just agreed to let this same
woman give her a fake penis up her behind. "I want both of you on your
hands and knees. Put your heads through the holes," Janice said. "I'm going
into the bathroom again, to put on my dildo. I want to try to figure out
which of you is which." Janice looked at Bob and Steve. "You two
supervise."
"Don't take Laurie's virginity," Steve warned.
"Of course not, dear. Not her precious hymen," Janice said. "I would
never take what you men so value."
Janice disappeared. The men led the girls over to the two holes.
They let them decide which of them would go in which hole, though in
truth the holes were identical. When the girls were settled, their rumps
sticking lewdly out the backs of the holes, their heads hidden on the other
side of the wall, along with their arms and their breasts, Bob unlatched a
section of wall. He lowered it. It was light, easily moved by someone
grasping it. It slid down close to each girl's back, fitting snugly, so that
she could no longer withdraw her head from hole in the wall through which
she had so recently crawled.
"Hey!" Brittney cried, realizing she was was now held round her
waist by the wall.
"Oook! Let me up!" Laurie shouted. Bob and Steve laughed.
"It's not time to walk the dog yet," Bob said with a sly grin.
"Settle down, puppies," Steve laughed. The girls didn't take kindly to
the men's brutish sense of humor, but what could they do? Their efforts
to crawl forward, or backward for that matter, simply caused their young
bottoms to wiggle, further delighting the men. Steve, still laughing, went
and got Janice from the bathroom.
Bob's wife emerged from the bathroom with a hard rubber penis
wiggling stiffly between her legs, which was more than either of the men
could boast, despite their lusty sense of humor. And it was a big one, too.
At the last minute she was unable to resist putting on the largest of her
selection, even if it meant giving the girls much more than they, or even
she, had bargained for.
The two men whistled when they saw the size of Janice's penis. It
was enough to make a stud horse proud. But unfortunately for the two
girls, who knelt poised with their heads on the other side of the partition,
neither man offered his admiration in words. The girls, thinking the men
were simply teasing Janice, were clueless about the size of the thing that
awaited them.
"Eeeney meeney miney moe," Janice smiled, walking up behind the
girls, trying to decide which of their wiggling bottoms to try first.
Suddenly the girl on the left let out a squeal. Janice guessed it must be
the virgin Laurie. She knelt down on a pillow which Bob presented to her,
from the couch. Of course the carpet was probably sufficient protection,
but Bob, and Janice, revelled in doing nasty things in complete luxury.
"The point of all this is lost a little, since I can't lose myself in
mid-stream and miss out on fucking the other girl," Janice commented to
Bob and Steve. "Oh you should have seen once when I had the gardener in
here doing two neighborhood girls. He wanted both-- how he labored in the
first, trying to hold himself back so he could have the second too! Then to
all our surprise, including his, when he came in the first he remained hard.
That's what life's like for a 16-year-old boy, I guess."
There was another virginal squeak, again from the bent-over girl on
the left.
"Laurie. I'm coming in now," Janice said.
"Oh I'm Brittney!" came the voice on the left, and the girl on the
right, previously silent, suddenly exploded in half-terrified giggles.
"Brittney! Well I've guessed wrong then," Janice reproved herself.
"There must be some punishment for me guessing wrong."
"No, give me the punishment!" Brittney squealed. She bent lower in
her hole, arching her bottom more. Though Janice could not see it, the girl
bit her lip. Unfortunately for Brittney, despite trying to mentally prepare
herself, she did not know just how big the object was that was now poised
at her rear.
"Really?" Janice asked, hoping for permission to penetrate the young
girl with such a big thing.
"Yes!" Brittney cried.
"Oh do me too!" Laurie gasped, wiggling her behind in invitation, like
a little sister eager to keep up.
Janice reached out and stroked the proffered bottoms, arching her
hips forward, pressing her cock menacingly to Brittney's rump, indenting
the girl's right cheek, forcing her to squeal again. For the first time
Brittney began to sense the size of the thing pressing against her, but
still thinking Janice was keeping her word to do her with a small cock,
Brittney told herself it was just her imagination.
"Mmmm. Please punish me," Brittney gasped.
"Me too!" Laurie pleaded.
"Well if you insist, but I warn you-- this penis can't be exhausted
like a man's can. If I wish I can keep doing you all night!"
"Oh God!" Brittney cried.
"Ooook! I don't think I want that much punishment," the copy-cat
Laurie suddenly cried. But Janice was now in love with the idea. She
ordered the two men to bring her lubricant from the bathroom. With their
own cocks still dangling uselessly between their legs, she ordered them to
"grease her up," using a butch-like voice. When the men were finished, the
two girls squealing and wiggling their bottoms all the while, Janice
reached out and stilled the girls, as best she could, and had each man take
one bottom and lubricate its hole with his finger.
"At least your fingers are still stiff!" Janice laughed, looking at the
two men's dicks.
"When we're up again, you're going to get the fucking of your life,"
Bob assured Janice.
"Not with two little girls begging for it I'm not," Janice said. "I
know you men. I know how you think. You can't threaten me, especially
not with those limp things."
But strangely, Janice's words were now beginning to work magic on
the men. Both men's cocks began to rise, as they reamed the wiggling
bottoms of the girls. In deference to Steve, Bob had let him have the
virgin Laurie's behind. But then after lubricating Brittney, Bob insisted
they switch girls.
"To get their asses really good," Bob said.
"Not that you would know anything about fucking assholes," Steve
said.
"Only my wife's," Bob said.
When the men were done with the girls they couldn't help
themselves; they pushed Janice over, forcing her head to the carpet, and
insisted on oiling her bottom hole too.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Stop!" Janice cried, but in the hands of two determined
men she could do nothing but accept, opening herself to their intrusion.
Each man did her in turn, both helping the other in holding her down. When
she was well-oiled they let her up again.
"Let that remind you of our power as men," Bob said.
"Oh you're both hard again!" Janice cried. And they were. Both pulsed
with life, their strong hard penises a picture of their former selves. "You
must have the girls," Janice insisted. "Steve, pick first. No, wait. Both of
you into the bathroom. I want the girls to have a chance at rearranging
themselves. If anything else it will keep either one from being jealous at
who you pick first, Steve. And don't say which you prefer. Let it forever
be a mystery to the girls who, at the last minute, you might have liked to
have as your first fuck of the night. And who knows? You may pick
wrong."
When the men had left, the girls whispered at what they should do.
But Janice, overhearing them, said,
"Don't move, girls. He might expect me to switch you and I think it
will be easier if I just leave you as you are. I know how to outwit men."
"Oh but what if he picks Brittney first?" Laurie whined, clearly
intent now on outdoing her "sister".
"So what if he does?" Brittney answered, frowning at her friend.
"I deserve to be first. I'm a virgin!" Laurie told Brittney. The
brunette stuck her tongue out at her.
"I'm a virgin!" Brittney said in a derisory voice. "Not for long you
aren't!"
"Girls! Girls!" Janice said, walking around to the other side of the
partition. The girls looked up and gasped. For the first time they saw
what had awaited them. A cock that would make a donkey proud. The girls
shouted with gasping admiration and fear. It looked lovely, this big thing
between the utterly feminine Janice's legs, and yet deadly too. But Janice
had other things on her mind at this point. "Kiss and make up," she told the
girls. "I don't want you quarrelling. You're here to learn about love, not
how to misbehave on the playground." The girls blinked and nodded. They
realized they were close enough to obey. In their kneeling positions they
now arched towards each other, stretching out their necks, and kissed.
"Mmmm. Ooooh. I'm sowwy," Brittney told Laurie, amidst their
kissing lips.
"I'm sorry took," Laurie said, mangling the word 'too' as she said it,
for Brittney's tongue popped into her mouth.
"Yes. Kissing is nice, isn't it? Especially when one is hot with
desire," Janice said. Her big rubber cock wobbled above the girls as they
continued to kiss. The girls' kiss lasted and deepened, tongue to tongue,
the two of them mewling happily, their pendant breasts wiggling, until the
men opened the bathroom door.
"We're done peeing. Are they done switching?" Bob asked.
"All done," Janice grinned, and came out from behind the partition.
Amidst sighs of lips parting from the girls, Steve asked,
"What were those two girls doing?"
"Kissing, dear. They were mean to each other and they had to kiss
and make up," Janice said. Embarrassed laughter sounded from beyond the
partition as the girls realized what they had done, and how much they'd
enjoyed it. But Janice's mind was already elsewhere again and she said to
the men, "Now pick which bottom you prefer." She looked at the men's
penises. "Ah I see you're both lubed, very good."
"We did each other," Bob said.
"Yeah," Steve confessed with a blush.
"But not to the point of spending this time. Good," Janice said. She
turned, as if presenting the two bent-over girls as gifts. "Pick which
little ass you want and give her your best!"
"I'm not a little ass!" Laurie said loudly. It was followed by an
immediate "Ooops!"
"Back into the bathroom men," Janice said. "The girls must switch
again!"
"Damn! Now I'm totally confused," Steve remarked, when the men
again came from the bathroom, staring at the two young children's
bottoms. But in truth Janice had kept the girls right where they were,
just as before, like two little heifers all penned in and ready for
impregnation.
"Good! I'm glad you're confused. Now take one, and Bob, you take the
other after Steve chooses. If you both hold out like fine young 16-year-
olds you can switch after you've given each girl you're best."
"Don't count on it," Bob said, with the wisdom of someone who was
45.
"I wish," Steve agreed.
"Down you go! Kneel and fuck!" Janice ordered the men.
"Ooooh no!" a voice piped up, and Steve, having taken the bottom on
the right, suddenly realized it was Laurie's.
"Laurie!" Steve said, grinning.
"Oh god!" Brittney, realizing she would get Bob, gasped. She sensed a
certain roughness in Bob that she wasn't sure of-- that and a certain
masculine gayness. It frightened her and she bucked as Janice's husband
grasped her behind.
"Easy, easy," Bob said. "I'm only doing your twat right now. Let me
pull out Janice's necklace."
Steve, grabbing holding of Laurie's wiggling behind, to a gasping
scream from the girl, looked up at Janice.
"Which hole?" Bob asked.
"Whichever you prefer, although you might find you're too big for her
back hole. She's virgin all round. You have quite a job ahead of you."
"Mmm," Steve said with a delighted grin. But it was mixed with a
little fear. If Bob could make him cum so quickly, surely Laurie might
finish him off before he intended. Could he even fit himself up such a
tight untried little twat? It had been awhile since he'd had anything this
young, despite all his efforts. Now that it was in his hands, albeit bucking
and pleading now for mercy, he was a little afraid of how well (or poorly)
he might perform.
"With a virgin there's not a lot of pleasure involved, dear," Janice
told the man. "Just do her. She'll learn to take pleasure from it later."
"Oh I twink I haf to go hooome now!" Laurie squealed, as she felt
Steve's penis jab into her little ass crack.
"Just as soon as I do this. Ooops, I'm too high," Steve said, and
corrected his aim, jutting into her little lips.
"YEEEEEEK!" Laurie shouted responsively.
"Ohhhh GOD!" Brittney cried, as Bob, preferring the back route,
stabbed into Brittney's shit hole. "No not there!" Brittney gasped, but Bob
jutted deeper.
"Hurry! He's getting ahead of you!" Janice urged Steven.
"Oh Gawd my HYMEN!" Laurie shouted, feeling Steve press against her
maidenhead up within her tight-parting lips.
"Amen to your hymen," Steve growled. And that was it. A moment
later, despite Laurie's protestations, he was through her tender little
covering, which she had loosened with her passion for riding horses.
Brittney screamed in accompaniment to Laurie's cries, feeling Bob stuff
himself up her shithole with his gay cock. Janice, meanwhile, fondled her
pussy with her strap-on's strap, rubbing it between her legs until it was
wet.
Kneeling beside Steven, probing deeper and deeper now in Brittney's
cunt, Bob grunted,
"'Nother day, 'nother ass." Brittney, hearing it, cried, from the other
side of the wall,
"Oooh! YOu are a faggot!" her voice uneven, her eyes squinting now
under the pressure in her rear, Laurie gaping at her in abject sympathy as
she felt her cunt violated by Steve. "Get out of my ass you fag!" Brittney
shouted, for the man was deep in her now, and reaming her with a
previously unfelt depth and determination.
"Are you a fag?" Steve asked, looking over at the man as he struggled
to go deeper in Laurie, even as he tried to hang on to his sperm until he
was fully up her.
"Yes and I'm going to give your little girlfriend here a really good
faggot-type reaming, not what you limp-dicked straight guys give."
"OOOOH! AHHHHH! ACK!" Brittney cried, in obvious agreement that
what she was getting now was something utterly beyond what she'd had
before. The strands of pearls in her cunt weren't helping, using up what
little room this young child had. Janice, sensing that Brittney might be
split if she wasn't able to offer more space in herself, bent down and
slowly drew out her pearls. In the process she tickled the girl's cunny, her
special spot, sending Brittney into screaming transports of pleasure.
"Ooooh! Pwease! Enuf!" Laurie, without any such manipulation of her
little spot, yelled as she suffered the deeper intrusion of Steve's cock.
She knew nothing of what to expect, unlike Brittney who, though taken to
new heights, had at least felt a penis before. As Laurie gasped for mercy
and Brittney begged Bob not to push himself so deep, the two men came,
both of them cumming in sympathy with the realization that the man
beside him was cumming. The girls were so tight that the men were
milked fully; even moreso than they had managed to do to each other on the
carpet. When at last they pulled from their fillies there was no hope at
all of them giving either one sloppy seconds, not even of Brittney's still to
be tried cunt, or Laurie's ass. However, there was one other combatant
who had yet to enter the fray.
"My turn," Janice said.
"Oh let me upppp!" Brittney gasped, as the woman knelt down behind
her. Janice probed Brittney between her legs with the hard rubber phallus.
The dick pressed into Brittney's lips. "YEEEEEK!" Brittney cried, feeling
its pressure against her cunt, its imperative, its implacability which
would never lessen no matter how much she worked herself on it. Janice
gave a jerk, then another, then a third, each with man-like vigor. Suddenly
the rubber thing went up into Brittney. Her cunt, despite it's tightness,
had just been freed from the strand of pearls. It was wet with desire.
Her hunger made the entry of the monster just possible without wrecking
her.
"Oh I don't want anything in my BOTTOM!" Laurie meanwhile cried.
But Bob and Steve, eager to see the deed done, even if they themselves
couldn't accomplish it, held the girl down by her hips. They kept her from
crawling out of her hole as Janice gave Brittney the ride of her life on the
big horse-sized dildo. It would be a cruel thing, putting such a large
phallus up Laurie's utterly virgin behind, but the men were too far-gone in
their heads with lust to care. As for Janice, she was utterly entranced
with the idea of fucking Brittney. Would she regain her senses in time to
avoid splitting Laurie?
Now a certain intimacy prevailed between Janice and Brittney,
unfelt before by the girl, despite her previous adventures. The woman
with her phallus, still wearing her mask and quite unable to see the girl,
except for her rump, was as hard and rude as any man. She sluiced in and
out of Brittney, oblivious to the girl's tightness, except for the effort it
required on the part of her back-and-forth thrusting hips. There was
nothing to feel as a result of Brittney gripping the shaft, for it was
rubber, though Brittney was without the luxury of not feeling anything,
having the big rubber thing deep up inside her.
"Ah yes, I could do this all night," Janice sighed.
"I couldn't!" Brittney said truthfully, for even now the thing felt like
it was going to burst her. She could feel Bob's sperm leaking out of her
butthole. She felt dirty and depraved, little Laurie howling beside her
about the sanctity of her ass.
"Get me a smaller one for the virgin's bottom," Janice instructed the
men, her voice calm and without emotion as she shafted Brittney.
"Oh I don't want anything!" Laurie, on her hands and knees beside
Brittney and looking over at her friend, cried aloud, as if she were at a
take-out window and could refuse what her friend was having. But
Brittney was close to another orgasm. Janice might not be able to feel
anything, except the excitement of her quivering body in her hands, and the
bumping of her soft ass against her pelvis, but Brittney was pierced now
right up to her womb. Her mouth let out cry after cry, her eyes alternately
bulged and fluttered closed.
"Mmmm. I wish I could do it again," Laurie gasped, suddenly changing
her tune, seeing how much her friend was now enjoying the act.
"Would you like to be fucked in your puss again?" Janice, hearing,
asked from the other side.
"Oh yes please. But I'm a little sore," Laurie said.
"That's alright. I can easily take you both. And then it's your
bottom, my dear," Janice said.
"Oh! Not that part of me!" Laurie said.
"Yes, dear. And before the night is through I'm going to clean off the
bottom-hole cock and teach you how to give blow jobs on it. Both of you,"
Janice said.
"Oh no!" Brittney cried, and Laurie as well, for the thought of licking
a cock after it had been up somebody's ass, even their own, was awful.
"Yes, dears," Janice grunted, giving Brittney a last thrust. "Our little
school will remain open all night, even if we're not downstairs in it. And I
think you both need lessons, in quite a few things." She looked round at
the two men. "Is my little bottom hole cock ready? I'm going to do
Laurie's ass now."
"Yeah," Bob said. Steve grunted in agreement, and to Janice's
surprise, and despite all their expectations, both men were growing hard
again.
"My, I think these two girls are going to have a longer night then they
expected," Janice smiled.
"Perhaps," Bob said. "But don't forget yourself. We didn't oil your
ass for nothing. Did we, Steve?"
"No," Steve agreed. The two men lunged at Janice. She learned
first-hand the lesson she'd been taught so many times before: she might
play the dominatrix, but it was only with the men's permission, unless she
had them in handcuffs. They got her free of Brittney and unfastened her
dildo harness. Then Steve took her in her cunt while Bob did his wife his
favorite way, from behind. Both men did it together, at the same time. As
Janice suffered their assault she knew Bob was taking as much pleasure in
feeling and seeing Steve in the throes of orgasm as in seeing his wife that
way.
When the men had spent they had nothing left to give, and they knew
it. They retired to two chairs in the room. Brittney and Laurie still were
kneeling, unable to free themselves from the wall, required to remain in
this subservient posture during the entire time the men had been taking
Janice, listening to all of it.
"Well, girls, I hope you learned something," Janice groaned. Whining
cries from the other side of the wall indicated that the girls had. Janice
picked up her small dildo, the one intended for opening Laurie's virgin
bottom. She re-attached her harness, the leather of it, passing between
her legs, making her chaste, covering her cum-dripping pussy. She tossed
back her blonde hair and knelt down behind Laurie. The girl shrieked when
she felt the woman's pint-sized dildo nudge her bare ass. A bottle of oil
was within reach and Janice picked it up off the floor, where it lay, and
sprinkled her fake cock. Then she oiled a finger, which happened to have
some of Steve's cum smeared on it, and inserted it deftly inbetween the
cheeks of Laurie's young ass.
"Oooh! What are you DOING?!" Laurie cried, the 'doing' coming out at
much greater volume for it was at that moment that Janice's finger
managed to press hard enough within her cheeks to push inside her tight
anal ring. Then it was Janice's turn to cry out, for little Laurie's behind,
so sweetly virgin, contracted hard against Janice's finger, squeezing it as
if it were something caught in a vise.
"Oh God, you're tight!" Janice told the child. Bob and Steve couldn't
decide which side of the event they wished to partake of, the bottom-side
or the face-side. Rising excitedly from their chairs, despite their spent
cocks, they moved in for a closer view.
"Back so soon?" Janice smiled, looking up at the men as she managed
to yank her finger free of Laurie.
"Just looking," Bob said.
"But wishing," Janice added. Her eyes glanced at Steve. Laurie's
bottom cherry had once been his for the taking, but now he was about to
see it lost to another, and a woman at that!
"Go ahead," Steve told Janice. "It excites me to see a woman taking
Laurie this way.
"Now we know what you two will be doing nights if you ever get
married," Janice told Steve. He raised an eyebrow. "Inviting the neighbor
lady over," Janice said.
"The neighbor daughter, more likely," Steve said.
"Oh, little Brittney doing it to Laurie! That would be choice," Janice
said, to a renewed wail from the owner of the ass on the other side of the
wall. It was accompanied by mewling protests from Brittney. Janice
thrust her hips forward. The prong mounted on the front of her dell pushed
against Laurie's ass, right up inbetween the so-tight cheeks. Like a rubber
ball, the little blonde pushed back, with her ass, the two of them, prong
and bare bottom, jousting like two contestants at a Medieval tournament.
But the odds were stacked against the child; her bottomhole was wet with
the oil Janice had smoothed into it and the dildo was slick with the same
substance. Suddenly Laurie let out a Tarzan yell. Or perhaps it was a yell
like Jane might make, finding herself put upon by a giant ape. The result
was the same; the more powerful of the two won. With an anguished howl,
Laurie announced the entrance of the little dildo into her tight-pressed
cheeks, into her nether hole, its forced entry pushing all the air out of her
lungs with her shout.
Janice grasped the girl's behind with her hands. She eased back
slightly, then shoved her hips forward again. Once more Laurie gave a wild
cry. Janice gave a wry smile; she had felt the girl's bottom move
backward with her as she pulled back. When she withdrew again, not all
the way but almost from Laurie's clutching behind, the girl again followed
her, with her bottom, arching it toward her as she pulled back.
"I think she likes it," Janice told Bob. Steve hurried round to the
girl's front, on the other side of the wall. There Brittney gazed up at him,
alternately looking at him and at the young victim beside her. She liked
her lips. Once, twice, again, as Laurie received another eye-popping thrust
from behind. When Janice drew back, Steve could tell, for the girl moved
with her, as if not wanting to let her go.
"She does like it," Janice could be heard saying on the other side of
the wall. For the first time since she'd been invaded, Laurie found her
voice.
"No I DON'T like--" the girl began to say, but the invader returned,
from the edge of her clinging sphincter, driving into her again like a well-
greased piston. Despite Laurie's fierce anguished cry Steve had to admit
there was something about the girl's movements that seemed to invite the
assault. When Janice pulled back again, the girl strained backwards, her
mouth gaping and her eyes wide as she sought to preserve the contact.
"That is enough," Janice said, and Laurie's face took on a suddenly
abject look. A moment later her eyes rolled up and she squealed. Janice,
though taking the dildo from her, was applying her fingertips to her cunt.
"There. A little pet for a good girl. You did very well for a beginner,
especially with such a tight ass," Janice could be heard saying, from the
other side. On Steve's side Laurie was now in the throes of bliss. Deftly
she was massaged to orgasm, so that she would, as Janice explained, learn
to love butt-fucking. When Janice was done with the girl Steve knelt
down and put his cock gently between her lips. He was still soft, but with
hungry eager strokes she managed to bring him up.
"She gives pretty good head, too," Steve remarked, as Janice and Bob
came round the wall to see what was up.
"Good. You teach her. I'll wipe this off and teach Brittney," Janice
said of her junior-sized dildo. Despite Brittney's protests, that's just
what happened. Steve taught Laurie to suck while Janice taught Brittney.
The only exception between the two was that, at the end of it, Steve
sprayed his young pupil with a faceful of cum.
30
Janice long black hair
Lauire blonde
Brittney brunette
"I hope you girls are learning your lessons well,
"yes maam
yes mama
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